Alex's Humiliations

Alex looked over his shoulder to see where Webster was. The bathroom door was still closed and the water was running. He clicked on the email and it opened up. It was from the company's facilities manager and read:

"JW:

Security Electronics has promised to get the new cameras in the computer room up and running by end of month. Since they have not worked since installed, they are waiving their installation and monthly fee until then."

Alex read the message again, and again, and again. The cameras didn't work. THE FUCKING CAMERAS DIDN'T WORK! Webster hadn't seen him at his PC. THE FUCKING CAMERAS DIDN'T WORK! He had no proof that Alex had used his PC. Webster had bluffed and, until this point, had won. Alex felt like a fool. He closed the email and was about to walk away when he saw another, this one from the company's attorney. He clicked it open and read:

"John,

Regarding the sexual harassment suit and rape charges by Anne Johnson, although we take these charges seriously and confirmation would result in your dismissal and arrest, it appears that without a pattern of harassment or abuse on your part it is unlikely that her suit will make it to court. And in a 'he said, she said' situation like this, an arrest is unlikely.

Al Monroe Sr. Corporate Counsel"

"Shit! It was probably true" Alex thought to himself. Webster had raped Anne, and she and Alex were probably not the only ones that had been subject to Webster's sexual assaults. He clicked the email closed, went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. He didn't know what to do next. His gut feel was to pounce on Webster when he came out of the bathroom but he would loose that kind of fight. He could confront Webster but then what. Webster would have plenty of time to cover his tracks or make up a story. He was good at that and had probably already put a backup plan in place. He remembered the old saying, "Never wound your enemy. Either kill him or leave him alone". Wounded, Webster would be more dangerous and Alex was in no position to "kill" him. No, Alex would need to bide his time until he got back on friendly turf before fighting.

Alex heard the water shut off. He knew Webster would be out in a minute and thought fast. The door to the outer room had been closed when Webster went into the bathroom and he jumped up and closed it again. Webster had expected Alex to be watching the porn movie on the TV so Alex propped up the pillows, got under the sheets and started stroking his cock getting it hard. To Webster, it would look like Alex had been lying there waiting for him.

Webster open the bathroom door and stepped out. He was naked, choosing to use the towel to dry his hair rather than cover up.

"Well, cocksucker, been waiting for me?" he asked with a smirk. Alex did not answer. Being too friendly may tip Webster off. Instead he continued to stare at the TV.

"Good stuff, eh? Learn anything?" Webster threw the towel on the floor and stepped over to the bed. "Move over" he said to Alex.

Alex slid over and Webster lay on the bed next to him. His cock lay between his legs soft and waiting. He grabbed Alex's head and pushed it down to his stomach.

"Put it in your mouth and keep it there" he told Alex. Alex moved a little further down and took Webster's cock and eased it into his mouth. "Rub my balls."

With the cock in his mouth Alex started to massage Webster's balls. He rolled them around gently not wanting to hurt Webster and cause him more grief.

Webster was watching the TV. What more could he ask for? He had his cock in someone's mouth and he was watching a porn movie. Since Alex was not really giving him a suck job his cock stayed firm but not hard. After about 15 minutes he felt the need for more.

He pushed Alex off, told him to sit up against the headboard and straddled his chest with his cock hanging in front of his mouth.

"Come on, cocksucker, show me what you learned."

"Please" Alex said looking up at Webster. "No more". Alex knew it was hopeless to think Webster would think of stopping, but he hoped that by pleading it would show him that he thought Webster still held all of the cards.

Webster showed him that he thought he held all of the cards. He grabbed Alex by the hair and jerked his head back.

"Open your mouth, bitch," he snarled, pushing his crotch into Alex's face.

Alex opened his mouth and Webster's cock slid in. At least it tasted better than before. He started sucking and the cock swelled in his mouth. Webster started pumping with his hips and soon his cock was a hard eight inches.

"Look at me. Look up at me so you know who's fucking you, bitch," he said to Alex.

Alex lifted his eyes and stared into Webster's. He felt defiant, knowing that he may have the upper hand eventually, but maintained a subservient look on his face.

Webster was now pumping hard and Alex's head was banging up against the headboard. There was no place to go and Webster was sliding all of his eight inch cock deep into Alex's mouth and his balls were slapping against Alex's chin when he heard a knock at the door. Webster pulled his cock out of Alex's mouth and got off the bed.

"Don't go anywhere," he said and he walked out of the bedroom towards the door of the suite. Alex heard him open the door and heard some voices. Probably someone complaining about the noise he thought to himself. Maybe Webster will call it a night. He was wrong.

Webster walked back into the room and, SHIT! He was followed by the doorman from Michael's.

"Look who's come visiting" Webster laughed.

"Here, I brought you a gift" the doorman said as he turned to Webster and handed him a bottle of whiskey. Webster took the bottle, opened it and took a long draw straight from the bottle.

"Good stuff" he said as he handed the bottle back to the doorman who took a swig.

"Well, well, well… look who we have here" the doorman said staring at Alex. "I think you looked better as a whore, but that's OK. You'll do just fine as you are."

Alex looked at Webster. Maybe now was time to call his bluff. He didn't think he could take a savaging by the doorman, who by now was stripping off his clothes. But it was two against one and still hadn't thought of a plan to use what he knew against Webster. His mind raced but it was too late. Webster grabbed him and twisted him over on his stomach.

"Get up on your hands and knees" he ordered as he knelt behind Alex. The doorman, now naked, got up on the bed at Alex's head and pulled his head back by the hair.

"Arggg…" Alex cried as his head snapped back but as his mouth opened the doorman pushed his cock into Alex's mouth. Alex could not suck on it. It was just too big. The best he could do was to keep his head tilted back giving the doorman a clear shot down is throat.

At the same time Webster was positioning hiss cock at Alex's asshole. The saliva had dried on Webster's cock and he was in too much of a hurry to get the lube. Alex would just have to take it dry he thought to himself. He pushed the cockhead against Alex's asshole but without the lube it would not penetrate. He pushed again and watched as Alex's asshole opened and enveloped the top of Webster's cock.

Alex screamed in pain but the scream was muffled by the huge cock in his mouth. Webster pushed again and this time slid all the way in until his balls were resting against Alex's. He just knelt there not moving. He didn't have to. The doorman was pounding Alex's mouth with his cock which pushed Alex's whole body back and forth on Webster's cock.

Webster looked over at the mirror and smiled. This was better than any movie on the TV. He was reaming Alex's ass as Alex took the doorman's cock in his mouth. "What a fucking pussy" Webster thought to himself. "This fucktoy is mine." It turned him on so much that he, too, started pumping hard into Alex.

After a few more minutes, Webster felt his cock swell and he gripped Alex's hips tightly. He pushed his cock one more time deeply into Alex's ass and unloaded his cum deep into Alex's abused ass. The doorman, seeing that Webster had cum, looked at him and motioned to switch places. They both pulled their cocks out of Alex and walked around the bed. Alex, dazed by being fucked at both ends, welcomed the momentary stop in action.

Alex grabbed the bottle of whiskey, took a couple of swallows and handed the bottle to the doorman who did the same and then poured some on his huge cock. "This will kill any germs," he said with a laugh.

Webster grabbed Alex's hair and forced his cum-slick cock into Alex's mouth. It was a better fit than the doorman's cock, which he did not realize was now aimed at his asshole. The doorman looked at Alex's asshole and saw the cum oozing out of it. He scooped a little up and smeared it on the tip of his cock.

"This boy looks nice and tight. Is he? he asked Webster.

"Try him out. You'll like him" Webster replied and with that the doorman pushed his huge cockhead into Alex's ass. He started to scream as the whiskey burned his already sore asshole but Webster pulled Alex's head into his crotch forcing his cock deep into Alex's throat and silencing any noise coming from it. With Alex desperately trying to draw a breath the doorman continued the assault.

The doorman pounded into Alex's ass without mercy. After every few strokes the doorman would draw back and slap Alex's ass cheeks. The sound of the slaps cracked inside the bedroom and Alex's ass burned as if it were on fire. But despite the brutality Alex's own cock had responded and he shot his load onto the bed sheets. Finally, the doorman stiffened, gave a few more thrusts and blew his load deep into Alex.

The doorman knelt there for a minute and then pulled his cock out of Alex. It was followed by a river of cum.

"I hate to fuck and run" he said to Webster who had also pulled out of Alex and was sitting on the bed "but the little lady is waiting for me at home."

He got off the bed and pushed Alex off his knees and onto his back and knelt on the bed with his cock hanging over Alex's mouth.

"You need to clean me up, boy" he said to Alex. "Don't want the little lady to think I'm getting some on the side."

He lowered his cock down to Alex who started to lick it clean. It was coated with the doorman's cum, Webster's cum and his own juices including blood from his torn asshole.

"You staying in town tomorrow?" the doorman asked Webster who was finishing off the bottle of whiskey.

"No, we're out of here tomorrow" replied Webster.

"Well, give me a call when you plan to come back. And make sure you bring your pussy here" he said as he pulled his cock out of Alex's mouth.

The doorman got dressed and headed to the door with Webster, joking and laughing as they went to the door. Webster was swaying from the effects of the wine and whiskey and staggered back to the bedroom after he had let the doorman out. He climbed on the bed next to Alex who was facing away from him and grabbed his shoulder.

"Get over here cocksucker" he said turning Alex towards him.

Alex turned and his head was forced down onto Webster's cock which was hanging soft between his legs.

"Get it going," he said and Alex took the cock in his mouth. As hard as he tried, Alex could not get Webster's cock to harden and the next thing he knew Webster had passed out and was snoring in the bed.

Alex took the cock out of his mouth and leaned back on the bed next to Webster. He was so tired and sore that he did not want to move, but he did not want to sleep next to Webster. He thought about going into the other room, but Webster's PC was still in there. If Webster woke up and found Alex in that room, he may assume that Alex had read the emails and knew what was going on. No, he would have to lie there and be next to Webster when he awoke. He reached over to the table and hit the TV remote and the room was quiet except for Webster's snoring.

He lay there and was almost asleep when he heard a sound.

Click

The TV hadn't turned on. The air conditioner was already on. It didn't matter. He reached over and shut the light off and lay back down. The room was quiet and dark and he hoped to get a few hours sleep but couldn't. He wanted to think of a plan before getting back home. He lay there thinking for about ten minutes and then he heard it again.

Click

He looked over to the dresser and saw a small flashing red light.

Alex reached over and turned the light on. Where he had seen the red light was just a pile of towels. He looked at Webster who was still asleep, gently got off the bed and walked over to the dresser. That's when he saw it.

It was a camera.

Webster always took his digital camera on these trips to document customer installations and he must have set this one up on a timer to document something else. He must have hidden it when Alex was in the shower. The pictures that must be in the camera could certainly be used by Webster to blackmail him.

Alex's mind raced. He could delete the pictures, but then Webster would know that he had found the camera. He could leave the camera there but he would loose the opportunity to get rid of them. Alex grabbed the camera and changed the setting from 'take pictures' to 'review pictures' to see what had been captured. He was shocked by what he saw.

The first two pictures were of Webster in his office talking to Anne Johnson. The third picture was Webster on top of Anne, who appeared to be struggling. The next four pictures were taken at Georgia Enterprises.

The next 30 or so pictures were taken in the hotel bedroom and most showed Alex being sodomized and orally fucked by Webster and the doorman. But some just showed Alex sucking on Webster's cock, pictures that could be construed as showing consensual sex.

All of the pictures from the room were clear enough to see, but because of the lighting they were of poor quality. What if the room were too dark for the pictures to come out at all? That was the answer. He would delete the pictures and take 30 or so that come out too dark to see what they are. He looked over at Webster who was still unconscious and snuck into the other room. But before deleting the pictures, he thought it best to save everything on the camera onto his own laptop.

He grabbed the memory card out of the camera and stuck it into his laptop and started to download the pictures. It was agonizingly slow. Several times he went back to the room and checked Webster. Finally, with the last picture in his laptop, he reinserted the memory card back into the camera and started deleting pictures of him. When he had finished deleting the pictures, he walked back into the bedroom and put the camera back in the position he found it. Then he shut the lights off and proceeded to take 30 pictures in the dark.

When he finished he crawled slowly into bed next to Webster and lay there. Webster was still asleep. He lay there thinking that if he could pull this off, then what? Blackmail Webster? He knew Webster was too smart for that. He was surprised that Webster even let Alex discover the camera. It could be a ruse, but Alex didn't think so. Webster had let his cock do the thinking and had gotten sloppy and Alex now had a leg up on him.

Chapter 7

Alex had managed to catch a couple of hours of sleep and woke only when he felt Webster get off the bed and head for the bathroom. He could hear Webster pissing and was at least grateful that he was not at the other end of the stream of piss. He heard Webster flush the toilet and come out. Webster, assuming Alex was still asleep, went over to the dresser and grabbed the camera. Alex thought he heard Webster chuckle as he took the camera and put it into his suitcase.

"Good" Alex thought to himself. "We'll be back home before he realizes the pictures didn't come out."

"Nothing I like better than a piece of ass in the morning" he heard Webster say as he looked at Alex. Alex feigned sleep and didn't react.

"HEY" he yelled and grabbed Alex's arm to shake him awake. "I'm in the mood for some."

He pulled Alex up to sit on the edge of the bed and waved his cock in front of Alex's mouth.

"Let's go" is all he said. Alex opened his mouth and took Webster's cock into his mouth. Unlike the last time, Webster's cock hardened almost immediately. He held the back of Alex's head and sawed in and out of his mouth burying his cock deep in Alex's throat. After a few minutes of face fucking Webster pushed Alex down on the bed, reached down and grabbing his ankles lifter Alex's legs high in the air.

Webster had a perfect view of Alex's asshole, which was red and sore and caked with cum, and some blood. He lined his cock up with the asshole and was about to shove when Alex pleaded with him.

"Please use some lube," he begged.

Webster looked down, spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva onto Alex's asshole and without delay plunged his cock into Alex.

Alex winced at the pain. His hole was raw and broken and Webster was virtually dry-fucking him. He knew that if he tightened his muscles Webster may finish faster but it would also increase the pain. He decided to try to get it over with and tightened up.

In addition to physically abusing Alex, Webster was verbally assaulting him.

"You're a good whore, aren't you?" he said to Alex. "You like seeing who is fucking you, don't you?"

"You're… going… to… be… my… bitch… on… every… trip… so… you… better… get… used… to… it..."

Every word was emphasized with another deep thrust into Alex.

The assault continued until Webster was about to cum. He pulled his cock out of Alex's ass and started stroking it until his load shot all over Alex's face and chest. When he was finished he just looked at Alex.

"I hope you have learned that you don't fuck with me," he said to Alex, who decided to go along with him.

"Yes sir" he said meekly.

"When we get back you're going to visit my office at least once a day"

"Yes sir"

"Good. I'm going to take a shower."

Webster started the shower and emerged a few minutes later.

Alex got up to take his but Webster stopped him.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Take a shower" Alex answered.

"Make it fast. We have a plane to catch."

Alex climbed into the shower and washed Webster's cum off his body. For the first time he felt confident that his plan was going to work. He laughed to himself. Webster was good, but everyone slips up sooner or later. Alex now had him by the balls and was going to squeeze.

Chapter 8

Alex went to work the next day and sat in his office. He knew to expect a call from Webster and he didn't have to wait long for the phone to ring. But it wasn't Webster.

"Alex, this is Jerry Sampson. Can you bring your laptop to the conference room?"

Jerry Sampson was the president of Atlas Engineering. Alex and Jerry had been working together and now it was time for the big show.

Alex grabbed his laptop and walked to the conference room where he was greeted by Samson, Webster, and Al Monroe, the company attorney.

"Alex, can you show me what you have." Sampson asked pointing to the laptop.

"Yes sir," Alex replied. He opened the laptop, started it up and started searching for his picture files. With a couple of clicks, a handful of pictures opened on the screen.

"These are pictures that I downloaded from Mr. Webster's camera," he said looking over at Webster. "As you can see, this one was taken at Georgia Enterprises."

He closed that picture and looked at the next.

"This one is also from Georgia Enterprises," he said closing it also. He closed the next two pictures and ended up staring at a blank screen.

"I'm sorry Mr. Sampson," Alex said fumbling with the laptop. "Let me try that again."

He again pulled up the picture files and the same four pictures from Georgia Enterprises came up. He did a quick search for picture files in his laptop and the same four pictures were found. He couldn't understand it. There were no pictures of Webster and Anne Johnson. There were no pictures of Webster and the doorman.