I write this story in order to deal with the horror, excitement and desires. I am a happily married man, living in San Antonio, Texas. Four years ago I was on a business trip to Baltimore when my life changed forever. I had traveled to Baltimore to put the finishing touches on a deal that would generate millions of dollars for the company over the next two years. It was a time of great excitement. My colleagues and I had stayed behind for a short celebration, but many had to leave for flights home. I on the other hand stayed the night in order to visit some friends in the DC area the next day. That evening I decided to venture out to a neighborhood sports bar, because the hotel bar was boring. The sports bar was a good atmosphere. In one corner was the basketball game that I wanted to watch. The Spurs were playing playoff game against the Lakers in LA. The game hadn't started until 10:00 EST so it was in the first quarter. In the other corner the Yankees were still playing a night game against the Orioles. While the place wasn't crowded it was rowdy with fans of both basketball and baseball commenting and yelling at their respective games. I settled into a booth across the way from the big screen showing the Spurs. The waiter was a tall young guy wearing baggy jeans. He was probably in his mid twenties with blond hair. His shirt was just some button down with the bar's name and he wore it untucked. He was very quite and professional. He delivered the drinks and left me alone. The game was a good one. It went into overtime and the night was getting late. At around 1:30 the waiter brought me one last drink and said that he and the bar tender were going to start to close down, so that it would have to be my last. This was fine with me. I had been thinking of leaving earlier, but the game was so good I really didn't want to miss anything during my walk back to the hotel. The bar had pretty much cleared out by that time anyway. The baseball game was long over and there were only a couple of women left that were sitting at the bar. Around 1:45 I could tell that the waiter was asking the women to leave, the game was over so I took my cue to pay my tab and leave as well. I put a couple of twenties on the table and headed for the bathroom. I was only in the bathroom a couple of minutes. But when I came out the place was empty. There were several chairs on the tops of tables and the waiter was locking the door as the women were exiting. I started toward the door myself and the waiter turned to me. He had a strange look on his face and he merely shook his head as if saying "no" and pointed to the bar tender. The bar tender was a medium height guy with a shaved head and a goatie. He appeared like those guys at the gym that are there way too much. Although he was shorter than I was he probably weighed 50 pound more, and it was all muscle. He was wearing tight jeans and a very tight black t-shirt. He had come out from behind the bar and had a very menasing look on his face. I was confused. It wasn't as if my credit card had been declined, I had paid cash. But the look was more than mere business, and I thought I was in the process of being robbed. I put my hands in the air and said that I didn't want any trouble and that they could have anything they wanted. The bald guy who I will call "Mr. Clean" just looked at me and said that he didn't want anything from me, but that he wanted to give me something as he reached for his package. I was dumbfounded. I gave a little smile and said that I was flattered, but... and cut off my speech as I swong at the Pretty Boy waiter. I landed a punch on his jaw as he fell backward on the floor. I crashed into the door seeking refuge in the streets. But just as I was attempting to open the door, Mr. Clean slammed his body into my back forcing my head into the door jam. I became very light headed and the world appeared very foggy for a second. He then punched me in the stomach and kicked me in the kidneys. The pain was tremendous. I couldn't breathe and I could yell out. Both of them grabbed me and started to take me into the back. I wiggled and lashed out but this only prompted further beating by both of them. Incredibly weak I felt myself being carried and thrown on a make shift bed in the back room.