AirBnB Winter Getaway Ch. 02 on HotGuySecret
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This story is fictional, all characters are of legal age.
Story Summary:
Mike is a tech guy who leads a team of AI specialists and developers. His team members are scattered around the country, and many of them work from their home office.
After a particularly cold winter in Chicago, Mike gets the “OK” from the company CEO to work remotely. With his new freedom in hand, Mike decides to rent an AirBnB in Florida and spend the winter months in warm sunshine.
Mike rents a nice two-bedroom rambler in an upscale Naples neighborhood. The Rambler has a private back yard with a heated pool and a half a dozen chairs and recliners scattered about the pool deck. It’s the perfect setting to escape the cold.
CHAPTER 1 Summary
Mike meets his neighbor, Joni, while taking out the trash. She tells him that his yard is so private that he could be walking around naked, and she wouldn’t even know it.
After about 6 cocktails, Mike decides to test, Joni’s theory, and strips off all his clothes. After pleasuring himself a few times, he falls asleep in one of the lounge chairs near the pool.
Mike is awakened the next day, Tuesday, by the gardener. He is embarrassed to be found naked and runs into the house to put on some clothes. When he gets inside, he realizes that the gardener stole all his clothes before he woke him.
Mike becomes a naked hostage in his rented AirBnB. The gardener is holding his clothes hostage until Mike agrees to fellate him.
Mike refuses at first, but when the gardener returns with the pool guy, he submits to their demands hoping to finally get his clothes back.
Mike is still naked. He is in shock after sucking both the gardener and the pool guy’s cock. The two men are still there, enjoying cocktails by the pool.
Ricky, the gardener, has texted his coworkers and invited them over to Mike’s rental for a pool party. Mike is trapped in his own AirBnB rental on his second day of his trip.
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Still in Shock
I stood in shock by the bar watching my two assailants lounge by my pool, laughing while they drank my booze. As I looked over my naked body, I saw remnants of the assault still present. There were wads of cum in my pubic hair and all over my chest. I couldn’t really tell if the cum was mine or theirs, either way, I wanted it off. I left the two men by the pool and headed back to my bedroom to take a shower.
I scrubbed myself clean, trying to erase the memory of what had just happened. My cock was swollen and red from all the stoking the two men forced me to do. I grabbed a razor and decided to shave off my pubic hair so there would be nothing for cum to stick to if this happened again.
I was numb in the realization that Ricky had invited his co-workers over for a “pool party” this evening. I assumed that the situation was going to get much worse before it was over. I dried myself off and wrapped a towel around myself as I stepped out of the shower.
“What the fuck am I doing,” I mumbled to myself, “these fuckers are just going to take the towel away anyway.”
I hung the towel on the hook behind the bathroom door and resigned myself to the situation. I was in survival mode now, I just had to get through this encounter. I decided that I wasn’t going to face this situation sober. So, I walked out of the bedroom and directly to the bar. I filled the mixer with ice, then followed it with gin. I shook the mixer and strained out the contents into a martini glass.
“Looks like the renter is joining the party,” Ricky laughed an evil laugh, “better not get too drunk or we’ll take advantage of you.”
Garcia bust out into a loud laugh and looked over at Ricky giving him the thumbs up. The two men were still naked from the waist down. There were shadows starting to form around the pool as the late afternoon sun fell behind the palm trees. It was already 4:30 and it would be dark by 6 p.m. I had no idea who was going to arrive and when, but I had no intention of being sober when they did.
“Pour us another vodka rocks too, renter,” Garcia ordered.
I set my martini glass on the bar and walked over to the two men to grab their glasses.
“Thanks waitress,” Garcia laughed, “there’s a big tip waiting for you,” he said as he held his cock up from his lap.
I frowned at him without saying a word and took their glasses back to the bar. I freshened their drinks and took them back to my captors, setting them on the table near their lounge chairs.
“I don’t know about you Garcia, but I’m going for a swim,” Ricky announced, removing the rest of his clothes, and jumping into the pool with a splash.
“Hey, I just cleaned that you dirty bastard,” Garcia quipped and followed Ricky into the water after removing his clothes as well.
I stood at the bar, naked, drinking my martini, while I watched my two Mexican captors swim around in my pool. I looked over to the kitchen and spotted a butcher block knife set. I wondered if I could use the knives to fight my way out of this nightmare before the other men arrived. I walked over to the kitchen, casually carrying my cocktail with me.
I sipped my drink as I stood behind the kitchen island formulating my strategy. The large chef knife was just a few feet away, and the two men were still distracted cooling off in the pool. Then I heard another truck pulling up in front of the house. I decided that if I was going to make a stand it had to be right now.
Attempting Escape
“Bring us some towels, renter,” Garcia ordered as he climbed out of the pool. Instead, I rushed him with the knife in hand. I heard the clang of the gate behind me, and turned to see two more men, standing there watching the confrontation. Garcia jumped back in the pool to get away from my knife.
“Get the machete,” Ricky yelled, and one of the men raced back to the truck.
“You fucked up now, renter,” Ricky warned, “you’re wrecking the party.”
I could tell by the Ricky’s look that he was a hardened man. I pointed the knife upward and held it out between my two fingers while showing him the palm of my left hand.
“I panicked,” I said, bending to put the knife down on the pool deck and then standing with my palms out toward Ricky.
I slowly backed away toward the kitchen. As I did, Ricky got out of the pool and grabbed the knife from the pool deck. His friend returned from the truck holding a 2-foot machete in hand.
“Looks like one hell of a pool party,” one of the new men said, trying to break the tension.
“Go get us some towels renter,” Ricky ordered as he followed me into the kitchen.
I watched him put the knife back in the butcher block. I quickly left the room to grab two beach towels from the cabinet in the bedroom hallway. When I returned, Ricky was holding the zip-ties in his hand.
“Give me your hands, renter,” He growled as he approached me.
“No, please don’t zip-tie my hands,” I pleaded, “if you do, I won’t be able to serve you drinks.”
Ricky stopped and gave me an evil grin, “You make a good point, renter,” he agreed.
“This party is going to need a waitress,” he continued, “you can’t expect all four of us to get our own drinks.”
“But you embarrassed me in front of my colleagues. So, there’s going to have to be consequences.” Ricky scolded, “Meet Arturo and Manuel, my friends and your new bosses.”
“You can call them Arty and Manny,” Ricky instructed, as he walked over to stand behind the two men.
“Introduce yourselves to our houseboy, gentlemen,” Ricky laughed, “he’s going to do anything we want until we decide to give him his clothes back.”
Party of Four, Your Table is Ready
The two men were already smiling, enjoying my embarrassing public nudity. I felt my skin crawl as they both looked me over. Manny was taller than the rest, but he was still only about 5’7″. Arty was maybe 5’4″ on a good day. At 6’5″, I towered over my captors. It felt strange to be overpowered by a group of men that barely reached shoulder height.
Manny was clean shaven. Arty had a big mustache that ran down the sides of his mouth and onto his neck. It made him look menacing, even though he was grinning as he watched Ricky taunt me.
“How in the fuck did all this happen,” Arty asked Ricky with a big smile on his face.
“I found this pervert naked by the pool this morning,” Ricky answered, “It looked like he had been jacking off all night. So, I took his clothes and decided to have a little fun with him.”
“We already taught him how to deep throat us,” Garcia interrupted, “my wife can’t even do that!”
“So, he’s gay?” Manny asked, looking at me and then over at Ricky.
“Fuck no, I’m not gay,” I protested, “I just want my damned clothes back!”
“Have you fucked him?” Arty asked, snickering as he did.
“We fucked his face,” Ricky answered, “he’s got a belly full of our cum right now.”
“Yeah, we saw that on the video you sent,” Manny chimed in, “why do you think we got here so fast?”
“What are you drinkin’ boys,” Ricky asked, “the perverts bar is fully stocked.”
“Whiskey coke for me,” Arty quickly responded.
“That sounds delicious,” Manny agreed.
“Two whiskey cokes pervert,” Ricky ordered looking my way, then turned his focus back to his friends.
I walked over to the bar and made two whiskey cokes and then carried them back to Arty and Manny. Both men had already removed their shirts and tossed them over the nearby pool chairs.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” Ricky instructed, “the pervert is going to be our waitress all night.”
“Hey, I think he shaved his cock for us,” Garcia announced from his perch on the recliner near the pool.
“Is that true, pervert?” Ricky asked, “did you shave your little cock for us?”
I didn’t answer, I just walked over behind the kitchen island, grabbed my martini, and took a long sip. I tipped my head back and finished my cocktail and headed over to the bar to make another.
“Garcia is right, the pervert did shave his cock for us,” Ricky laughed, “Hey pervert, what else will you shave for us? Maybe your ass? Hey, how about your head!”
“Yeah, let’s shave his head!” Manny piled on, “go get the scissors Arty!”
“We’re not shaving his head,” Ricky clarified, “I need something to grab when I’m fucking his mouth!”
The entire group burst out into laughter at my expense. I was already numb, but still relieved that they weren’t going to shave me bald. I had a great head of hair, and it would be hard to explain why I shaved it. But the dialogue proved to me that I was at the mercy of this crew of captors, and it was a very dangerous situation.
The Pool Party Begins
“Let’s go for a swim, Arty,” Manny announced, as he stood up and lowered his tan work slacks and boxer briefs leaving them on the pool deck.
Out popped another thick, uncut, Mexican cock that swung as he made his way to the pool’s edge.
“Great idea,” Arty replied and followed Manny’s lead.
I was now being held captive by four naked Mexicans in my own AirBnB. Not only was I expected to do anything they asked, but now I had somehow become their naked “waitress”, as they called me. I couldn’t have made this up if I was paid a million dollars to come up with a story.
“We’re gonna need more towels,” Ricky ordered, “Do you have any snacks?”
I walked back to the hallway cabinets and grabbed two more beach towels for my new “guests”.
After setting the towels on the chairs near the pool, I walked back to the bar to refresh my martini. Garcia heard the ice in the shaker and placed his order as well.
“How about another vodka rocks, pervert,” he said in a condescending voice.
As I walked over to Garcia, to grab his glass, I noticed Arty climbing out of the pool sporting a raging hard on. I wondered why all these guys were uncut, I had never seen an uncut cock before and now I was surrounded by them. It must be something about the Mexican culture I presumed. I grabbed Garcia’s class and headed back to the bar to make him a new drink.
As I poured him a new cocktail, I downed the martini I just made and poured myself another. I was starting to feel the effects after three martinis. As I carried Garcia’s drink back to him, Ricky grabbed my arm and handed me his glass.
“Make me another, too, bitch,” Ricky ordered.
I took Ricky’s glass and handed Garcia his fresh drink and then walked back to the bar. I’d never been a waiter in college, but these guys were giving me a crash course in restaurant hospitality.
“Grab some snacks while your over there,” Ricky ordered.
I walked to the kitchen, and filled a bowl with chips and brought them out to the pool along with Ricky’s fresh drink.
“No salsa?” he said, smiling up at me.
I walked back to the kitchen, opened a new jar of salsa, poured it into a small bowl and brought it over to the pool area.
“Perfect, pervert, nice job,” Ricky complimented, “It looks like Arty is sporting a raging hard on over there, I think you should go suck him off.”
I turned my head to look down at Ricky as he lounged in my pool chair with drink in hand.
“Can I finish my martini first?” I asked, in a tone that indicated I just didn’t give a fuck anymore.
Without waiting for an answer, I walked back to the bar and downed the rest of my martini. If I was going to be sucking cock all night, I damned sure wasn’t going to do it sober.
No Coercion Needed
Turning from the bar, my face flush from alcohol, I walked toward Arty as he sat in a recliner next to the pool. He had his massive cock in his hand, and he grinned at me through his mustache as I approached. He knew that I was going to suck his cock because I had no choice.
“Climb between my legs, renter,” Arty said as he patted the fabric of the recliner between his spread legs.
“I haven’t gotten my rocks off since Friday night, so I’m due,” Arty laughed, watching me kneel on the lounge between his spread legs.
The chairs of the other three men made scraping noises against the pool deck as they turned to watch me blow their friend while they enjoyed their snacks and cocktails.
“These white-collar perverts live pretty nice don’t they dudes?” Manny laughed, “I like suntanning by the pool and being served cocktails.”
Without hesitation, I took Arty’s cock into my mouth and started rocking on the chair, stroking his cock with my tongue and mouth. I felt myself take a vulgar position with my ass in the air and my head in the little Mexican’s lap. It must have looked ridiculous as my 6’5″ frame tried to balance on the lounge chair while I serviced the stranger that was my captor.
I resigned myself to get drunk and survive the evening, then forget about it forever like a bad dream. Arty’s hand was now on the back of my head guiding me up and down his shaft at the speed he liked. His hand clenching a clump of my hair to fully control my motions.
The sun was now completely behind the trees. I noticed a flash as the pool lights came on automatically, illuminating the pool and the surrounding deck. The calming setting was in sharp contrast to the terror I was feeling under the surface. I couldn’t believe I had gotten myself into this situation. If I had only left my clothes on, none of this would be happening.
Suddenly, I heard rap music blasting from the Sonos system. I guess my captors discovered the sound system and they were taking full advantage of all the rental’s amenities, including the mouth of the renter himself. I was worried that the loud rap music would be noticed by the neighbors. The last thing I needed was the cops stopping buy telling me to turn the music down.
Arty pushed my head down hard and used his second hand to push harder as he lifted his ass off the chair to feed me the entire length of his shaft.
“God that’s good,” he moaned, as he rammed his hairy pubes into my nose.
“Hey Pit Bull, can you turn that music down a little?” I heard Joni’s voice call over the fence.
I jumped up from my knees and ran over to the fence, signaling to Ricky to shut the music down.
“Sorry Joni, I got carried away,” I yelled over the fence, my voice shaking in stress.
The music stopped. Ricky looked up from his phone waiting to see what I was going to do next.
“Must be a hell of a pool party over there, should I stop over?” Joni asked with a flirtatious tone in her voice.
“Sorry, my pool heater broke today, and I have a crew here to fix it,” I answered, “They should have it wrapped up shortly.”
I watched Ricky as he smiled and nodded, looking at the other men in approval.
“Well, see that you do!” Joni joked, “otherwise I’ll call the cops!”
“Yes Ma’am,” I answered, “or should I call you Karen.”
“You bastard,” Joni laughed, “I didn’t even ask to see the manager.”
As I turned away from the fence to return to Arty, I saw Ricky pointing at my cock. I looked down and realized I was sporting my own hard on. I must have gotten hard when I was sucking Artie’s cock on the lounge chair. My face and chest flushed with embarrassment as I returned to my place between Artie’s spread legs.
“I knew you would start to like it,” Garcia laughed after noticing my hard on, “I bet you’ll be begging for it before the night is over.”
“Hurry up and finish, Arty,” Manny said, “I’m getting horny watching that pervert work you over.”
“Guys, guys, there’s no rush,” Ricky explained, “the renter is our bitch until we decide we’re done with him.”
Arty was taking full strokes into my throat as I crouched on all fours with my head in his lap. In that position, the blood was running to my head causing the booze to have an even greater impact. I realized I should slow my roll on the cocktails, or I might end up even more compromised than I was already.
Joni’s presence just over the fence created a sense of irony. Little did she know that her new neighbor was hosting a Mexican gangbang just a few feet away. I imagined my cock in her throat just the way Artie’s cock was using mine. Soon, my arousal was bringing me dangerously close to orgasm, so I switched gears and embraced the terror of being a captive. This quickly extinguished my libido.
As Arty had his way with my mouth and throat, I tried to let my mind wander elsewhere. I didn’t want to internalize the fact that I had become a waitress and whore for these four men. My nose started to hurt as Arty bashed his hairy pubes into my face over and over. He was clearly getting close to blowing his load down my throat.
“Take my big, Mexican cock, bitch,” he moaned, “take every fucking inch.”
He grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me off the lounge chair. I was on my knees in front of the little man while he stood on the pool deck violently fucking my mouth.
“Every fucking inch,” he kept chanting, rhythmically with every violent stroke.
Soon his friends started chanting along, “Every fucking inch!”
Arty was taking full strokes into my throat, then pulling out completely, then ramming his cock all the way back in every time he chanted. I was afraid he was going to break my neck or knock out my teeth. Then he pulled me tight against his pubes and let out a guttural moan.
It was only my second night in Florida and I was already swallowing my third load of Mexican cum. As Arty held my head tight, emptying his balls down my throat, I noticed Manny now standing next to him. He was stroking his own massive cock. I knew he was going to follow right behind Arty.
“How does it taste, bitch,” Arty growled, “that’s a huge load I just blew down your throat.”
“Let him clean me off before he starts on you,” Arty instructed Manny.
Arty stood with his hands on his hips watching me suck the cum off his swollen cock and let it fall from my mouth, shiny and clean.
“Can you wait until he fills our drinks, Manny?” Garcia asked, “I need another cocktail.”
Manny looked down at me and said, “Hurry up!”
I got to my feet and grabbed both Ricky and Garcia’s empty glasses and staggered over to the bar.