You thought your Boss was bringing you along as a companion to the out-of-town conference. You were actually excited that he might be considering you for a more responsible job working close to him and the potential bump in salary. When you arrived at the airport he told you to grab his bag. He put his briefcase over your shoulder too. You wanted to say something because you felt like a bellhop but you thought he's just busy, he's preoccupied, he'll chill out at the hotel. When you got to the hotel he checked you both in and you went up to your room. He opened the door and it was a single room. "This is a single room" you said. "No kidding Einstein, did you think I was going to waste the company's money in a two bed or a separate room for a faggot?" You could feel yourself turning red, embarrassed. "You really don't think I don't know you're a faggot? I can see you homos a mile away. You think you pass as straight, but you're just fooling yourself, at least with me. Now put down the bags, you can unpack my things later. Right now take off my other shoe and massage my sore sweaty socked feet, that trip was longer than usual with all the delays. And this is your function here, to take care of my needs. Massage my sweaty dirty socked feet at the end of the conference every day. Run and get me things I need. Carry my briefcase and papers and laptop throughout the conference all week. Make sure my clothes are pressed for the next day. All that mundane stuff I shouldn't have to bother with. Oh, and you can sleep on the bathroom floor or in the tub. Frankly I'd pick the tub if I were you because if I've gotta get up to piss in the dark I might piss all over you. Alright, stop standing there like a deer in headlights, on your knees and start massaging. And kiss 'em too, for being so generous bringing you here. It's gonna be a busy week homo, especially for you.
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