I was a 52-year-old happily married father when my world turned upside down in an instant. My wife and I had been planning a vacation for several months with my 17-year-old daughter. We were going to spend 16 days with her parents in the Bahamas, fishing, skiing and hanging on the beach. We were leaving on Friday evening returning 2 weeks later, on Sunday. It was going to be the longest vacation I had ever taken. I am a National Sales Manager for a large company and was never willing to take that many days away from work. It was the summer before my daughter's senior year and may be the last chance for a long vacation together.
I was in the office early on Friday to wrap things up before leaving, when a friend of mine from our largest customer called and told me his management team was no longer happy with our service and were ready to shift 100% of their business to our competitor. After much groveling and assuring him we valued them as a customer, he shared some information regarding what he thought it would take to turn things around. They felt our Account Manager was taking them for granted and they could see a significant cost savings with our competition.
I convinced them to give us one week to come in with a new plan to retain the business, increase our service and reduce costs. There was no way to get more time, so I would have to skip the vacation. I was able to convince my wife to go without me with the promise I would join them in exactly 1 week and finish out the vacation with them.
I arranged for my management team to come in Saturday afternoon to begin the recovery plan for our number one customer. My plan was to have a draft done by Tuesday to review and finalize on Wednesday. We would have dinner with our customer Thursday night and deliver the pitch on Friday morning. I would jump on the plane Friday evening and catch up with the family and have 8 days together. I got home Friday evening, dropped my family at the airport and returned to a quiet empty house.
It had been a really long day and I just wanted to relax and get a good night's sleep. I grabbed a beer and a microwave dinner; my head was spinning with the day's events. I had to fire my account manager since his largest account was not willing to work with him any longer. He had worked for me for 7 years, had a wife and 3 kids. It was the hardest thing I think I had ever done. I realized I would need more than beer, so I got out the bottle of high end tequila I had brought back from a business trip to Mexico.
Four shots later I was still too wound up to even think about sleep. I found my wife's old Ambien prescription, took one and dusted off the Jet tub in the bathroom. The Jacuzzi tub would surely relax me. I made it about as hot as I could stand it, turned on the jets and climbed in. The jets on my neck were great, and I could feel the tension leaving my body. I turned my body to let the jets work their magic on other parts of my body. After a few moments the hot stream rushed over my cock, causing it to stir, bringing back memories of my teen years.
My parents bought a hot tub and put it in our basement. Whenever I was home alone I would get naked in the hot tub and let the jets pulse the sweet spot on the head of my cock until I blew my wad in the hot tub. It was the closest thing to a blow job I ever got at 15 years old. I would have some of the strongest orgasms of my life (at that time), as those magic jets brought me off without having to do the work myself.
Here I am 37 years later about to do it again. I snapped out of it and told myself I did not need to masturbate any more, I am 52 years old dammit! I laid back and relaxed with my dick pointing up at me, I closed my eyes and drifted off. Sometime later I woke up, the water, noticeably cooler and it was completely dark outside. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. (my dick still half hard). I was feeling better and thought, I can get some sleep and be productive tomorrow. I really believed, for the first time, we could save this customer. I looked at my naked body in the mirror thinking, I looked damned good for my age. I gripped my cock, shook it at my reflection and did a Tim the tool man grunt. Thinking I got this!
I dropped my towel, strutted naked into my dark bedroom, when my heart stopped as I glanced a silhouette of a man in the bedroom doorway. Suddenly the silence was shattered as he yelled, "Freeze!"
I stopped, swaying, trying not to faint from shock. I stammered, "P,P,Please, take whatever you want...just don't hur..."
He yelled louder, "Sit your ass on the bed and don't move...Don't speak and maybe you will get out of this alive!"
While he spoke 2 more men stepped in the doorway behind him. As I sat down on the edge of the bed, I tried to subtly get a look at them, but it was difficult in the darkness. I could see the first one had what looked like black jeans, a long sleeved black T-shirt, and a dark ski mask. I noticed the others were wearing hoodies and baggy pants, and probably had masks also. As I was trying to sneak a look, he lunged toward me, he raised his arm up quickly and brought it down with lightning speed. I could not tell what was in his hand as there was a sudden shot of pain across my back, as the snap of a belt shattered the silence.
He growled, "If you want to live, sit there, stare at the floor, don't move, don't speak!" As he shoved the belt against my cheek, he added, "Nod if you understand."
I nodded obediently. I was sitting with my hands clenched between my legs, looking straight down at my lap. I was shaking uncontrollably as I noticed my penis had retracted like a turtle head pulled into its shell.
The belt was shoved into the side of my head as he repeated, "I said, don't move!"
As I began to breathe deeply, trying to stop shaking, and think about a plan to get free, he began sigh and rock back and forth nervously. I thought about trying to talk to him and see if I could calm him down, but my back was still reeling from the lashing with the belt. I did not want to take a chance at angering him. He sighed heavily, and I detected motion again as the sting of the belt exploded on my cheek and temple. I let out a half grunt and half scream, as I brought my hand up to the area of pain.
"Well, Hell!" He exclaimed. "What the fuck are we going to do with you? This place was supposed to be empty tonight!"
He grabbed the person to his right and pushed him forward until he stood a couple of feet in front of me. I could see his feet as I stared at the floor. I dared not look up.
The leader spoke again, "Number 3 will stay with you while number 2 and I get the stuff and load up the car. If you move he will whip you. If you speak he will tase you." The darkness was shattered, by the spark of a taser.
He continued, "Nod if you understand."
I nodded sheepishly. The other 2 turned and left the room. I sat there trying not to move for so long it began to hurt. My body guard was shuffling nervously the entire time. I thought about trying to talk but did not want to experience a taser. I slowly tried to tilt me head up to see if eye contact might help. Thwack! Pain shot across my back again.
He commanded, "Lay face down on the bed. And I mean face down!"
