The elevator doors opened and the molestation stopped, much to my relief and disappointment. Dave winked at me as he left.
“If you're feeling naughty during your holiday, come over to room 506.” I swallowed and watched him as elevator doors closed again. As soon as I was back in the hotel room I told my boss everything. Even the embarrassing part where I had accidentally referred to him as my daddy. It amused my boss.
“I think you should call me Daddy from now on. As for your colleague, I might send you to his room later on.” I didn't know what to think. “But I get to have you first.” He sat down at his desk. “Come. Kneel on the floor between my legs.” My mind went blank at the implication of what he was saying, but my body obeyed. I knelt down in front of him, under the desk. “Get my cock out. You may only use your mouth for it.” I was so nervous, but I didn't try to get out of it.
I pressed my face hesitantly against his groin and felt a semi-hard bulge there. Warm and large. I used my teeth to unzip his pants and struggled to unbutton his pants. He didn't help me at all. Just watched me struggle with amusement. Then he moved his chair closer, trapping me under it in the dark. I heard him begin to type on his laptop. He was going to work and ignore me while I gave him a blow job. I felt so humiliated and dehumanized, and it made me feel so alive.
Finally, after ten minutes, I finally got his dick out. It was huge and it wasn't even hard yet. I began to lick it and suck on it. Never in my life had I ever done anything with another person's cock, but here I was worshiping my Daddy's cock and slurping on it like it was the worlds most delicious popsicle. Gradually it hardened and I could taste pre oozing from it. It made me proud.
After about half an hour of endless sucking and even doing my best to get the monster down my throat, Daddy finally slid the chair back and picked me up. He placed me on his lap so his monster cock stuck up between my thighs and my back was against his hairy chest.
On the table were a bunch of important looking documents he'd printed out while I was blowing him. The room had come with a small printer. But what caught my eye were the two blue pills lying on the table next to a glass of water.
“Take a pill,” Daddy ordered. I was having trouble breathing. I'd already taken one just a couple hours ago. The lady at the spa had warned that taking two within the same month would cause my regression to not last just a month, but would make it so I had to grow up at a normal rate over many years. I couldn't stay like this! It was bad enough that I had to remain so small and vulnerable for the entire trip! Yet, disobedience was not an option. With trembling hands, I took the pill and swallowed it. Daddy stroked my hair.
“Good boy. Now for the next one.” I wined. If I took that one too, I wouldn't be able to age at all. I'd be stuck in this body for the rest of my life! “Do it,” Daddy growled into my hear. I picked up the third pill. I looked one last time at my little body. So small and helpless. How would I survive in this world like this? I swallowed the pill.
“Good boy,” Daddy said again. “Log in to your bank account.” I felt uneasy about it, but did as ordered. Daddy looked through my finances and savings for several minutes while letting his hands wonder all over me. Then he said something that put my heart in my throat.
“Transfer all your savings over to me.”
“Please...” I said.
“I make all your decisions for you now, remember. That includes financial decisions. This will make it a lot easier to control you.” I reluctantly obeyed. I sent him all my savings and my pocket money. Everything. It was many years worth. Oddly enough, as I finished sending the last of my money, I felt strangely free.
“Good boy. Now I just need you to sign some papers. This one ensures that all your pay checks go straight to me.” After all I'd done so far, it was easier to give away more and more of myself. I signed it.
“This one signs the deed to your apartment over to me.” I signed it.
“And this is adoption papers, making you legally my son.” I froze.
“You're adopting me!?” I chocked.
“Yes. You'll be living with me and working for me and sleeping with me every day and night from now on. You won't have any freedom anymore. I don't care if you don't want it, it's not up to you.” I swallowed hard and signed it.
“This is the last paper. This declares that you are my legal property and will remove many of your human rights. Once signed, your legal status will be less valid than a dog.” I stared at the multi page slave document. There was no turning back. I signed it.