The Places We Find Ourselves

Martin Brower sat in the office nervously, while fidgeting in his chair. He ran his hand though his sandy blond hair and found it was a bit damp, as he was sweating a bit. The office was like something one would read about out of one of those old detective novels. Sitting, across the way from him, was a big breasted blonde, in cheap office clothing that was currently busy doing her nails. The room smelled musty and was accentuated with a hint of the smell of cigarette smoke. He was currently the only one waiting, as it had been now for nearly twenty-five minutes, He leaned forward and cupped his face in his hands trying to understand how he could have been so stupid to have gotten into this

Martin was an 18-year-old college student, on that front, the grades were great, but his school was a good one and it was expensive. Add that variable and then throw in a roommate he barely knew, Charlie Davis, had gotten him slowly into online gambling as a quick fix. As smart as Martin was, no matter his natural odds calculating abilities, it had been nothing but a road straight to the bottom. Now, he found himself owing so much money and was getting the ideal these were not the kind of people you wanted to owe money like that to. It had gotten so bad, if he could not get some sort of payment plan that was reasonable, his school days would be long gone. His stomach had sort of gone sour, as he just knew these were the kind of people that might be dangerous, he had never dealt with anything like this before. It was all too convenient, the way his roommate had the answers like he did. When the debt had gotten way out of control, to the point he knew there was no help coming from family or friends. Charlie had been quick to point out his uncle was always needing people and could probably make it right. It had not occurred to Martin at the time, but it had all fallen into place way too easily. He did not know just exactly how right he had been on this, his roommate had read the situation perfectly, and leveraged it to his advantage. 

He almost jumped out of the chair when the blonde secretaries phone buzzed bringing him out of feeling sorry for himself. She answered the phone and after a moment replied into the receiver, “I will send him right in.” At that she looked up at him, did not bother smiling and pointed to what must be the main entrance to Charlie’s uncles’ office.

Martin rose on legs he wished were somewhat steadier, and why was it so hot in here? He thanked her, walked over, and entered the office. While the outer waiting room had been somewhat shabby, the office was somewhat ornate. There were several immaculate shelves, which appeared to have the bottles that had had wooden ships built inside of bottles and they were very intricate. Everything, about the room was clean looking almost to the point of being sterile. He had been told by Charlie that his uncle’s name was Tom, and they both shared the last name. All Martin could make of the man now is that he was a head of crewcut hair with the back of his seat facing Martin.

His voice was deep and almost melodic as he said, without turning around, “Come in and have a seat, I will be with you in just a few moments.”

Martin moved across the room and using good manners as he took the seat said, “Thank you sir.” The fact was he needed to make a good impression here or at least as good of one as he could.

Upon saying this, Tom Davis, stopped what he was doing immediately and slowly swiveled around and looked Martin right in the eyes. ‘Fuck,’ Martin thought to himself, upon seeing Tom for the first time. The family resemblance to his nephew was clear but he was a much larger and muscular man than his roommate. He was completely bald, had dark eyes and features, and immediately began to look Martin over carefully. This made Martin uncomfortable for some reason, something about the intensity of the look, there was a quality to it that Martin could not quite identify.

Tom went on, “Very nice, I hate to say it, but Charlie can be somewhat of a fuck-up, but he was not wrong about you.” This confused Martin, by what he meant by this, but he felt riveted to the chair and waited to hear what this man had to say.

Tom waited in the silence for a moment before going on, “So, Charlie has informed me of your troubles, and they sound somewhat significant. That is a great deal of money to get in the hole with, and most assuredly not with the best people for that kind of thing. I had your background investigated, it was shocking, we don’t ever see anyone that has that many A’s on any academic records, if any of them have any. He was right about you though, no wonder he likes you. With your nice blond hair, tan skin, and it would seem a sort of natural for you to be exactly what I can use.”

Martin was aware many considered him to be a good-looking young man. He was not a big guy, yet had no trouble with the ladies, his natural shyness had not hurt in this either. He dressed as well as his finances allowed him, and had nice, sparkling good eyes, He weighed 146 pounds and liked to hike, swim and jog, so he was in good shape. No one would ever mistake him for an Olympic power lifter, besides being a bit thin he was toned and in good shape.

Martin replied, “Mr. Brower Sir, if there is work you need done, I am dedicated and if you help me, you will not regret it.”

Tom leaned back in his chair and said, “When you finish making a statement to me you will end it with sir.”

Martin Thought, ‘Great, some kind of ex-military cross the t’s and dot the I’s type.’ He replied, “Yes sir, I apologize, and it will not happen again, sir.”

Tom said, “Now, that is much better, and you are a natural.” He reached into a drawer of his desk and removed a thick manilla envelope and threw it on the desk in front of Martin. He asked, “Do you know what that is?”

Martin looked down in shame and replied, “I am assuming, that would be the financial carnage that I inflicted upon myself as of late, sir.”

Tom leaned across the desk, his voice took on a funny note and he said, “That would be right, and you did a good number on yourself. Do you know who owns the sites that are holding your debt?”

Martin was confused, but answered honestly, “No, I knew the names of the sites, but have no idea who operates them sir.”

Tom leaned back and smiled then said, “Well young man, when you fuck up you really fuck up, that would be a particular Russian that has ties to organized crime. He sat there and watched as the look of nausea passed over Martin’s face. He asked a question he already knew the answer to, “I am guessing that you don’t have the money to cover even a small fraction of that?”

Martin could barely get the words out, “No, sir I do not, it was terrible judgment on my part and now I don’t know what to do?”

Tom grinned at him, “There is a possibility, but it will be entirely up to you. That is unless you want my help, as I know Alexi, and could step in and purchase this debt. I warn you, if you take that path, then your choice is no longer a factor. I do have a purpose for you, but it will take a long time to pay this off with the interest I charge on it. Interested?”

Martin now had full on acid reflux as this was not sounding good. He offered, “Sir, if you can help, I will do whatever this job is, thank you for the offer, sir.”

Tom now had a smirk on his face and said, “Well, I see no reason to hold back so there are no misunderstandings, you are probably thinking I will have you running drugs or some such. It will be nothing like that, this job is easy, all it requires is you doing what you are told, when you are told and how you are told. If you want my help and I intervene on your behalf, a good-looking young man like you can be a real perk for business. If I do this, you will be trained to be a cum toy and you will belong to me. Know going in, you won’t see me a great deal, you will be a service I provide to any of my friends or business partners that are into such things. You will be given a separate cell phone and when it rings it will be me calling. You will always answer it and regardless of what you have going on, you will stop and go do what I tell you. Until such time, as the debt is settled, you belong to me. Careful here, if you say yes, I will protect you from the Russians and pay your debt. When that happens, it stays that way till I release you. It would be unwise to not answer or try and leave town. We can find you, that would be bad for your cute little ass.”

Martin’s head was spinning, how had this happened? Why was he sitting before this brute being given such a horrible choice. He stammered, “Mr. Thomas, please, I am not gay and.....”

Tom cut him off by smacking the top of his desk and looking at him harshly. "Now, I don’t have all day, so if you want my help, those are the terms. Decide quickly because I have some work for you right now, if it is, yes?"

Martin was trapped and he knew it. There was no way that he could come up with that kind of money or defend himself from that kind of heat. It sounded like someone else was speaking and he found himself asking, I can continue to go to school sir?”

Tom’s eyes now had taken on sort of a snake-like quality as he said, “So, long as you are obedient and do as you are told, yes, I will see to it. I am afraid I am going to have to have a decision. This is a one-time offer only, It will not be offered again.”

There was a moment of silence and finally Martin said, “I accept your offer sir and generosity.”

Tom leaned back in chair and his car salesman grin had reappeared. “Okay, then, stand up and remove all your clothing, fold them neatly and lay them on the desk. I know this sounds horrible, however before this is over with you will get good at what is expected of you and will probably grow to enjoy it. I don’t care if you like it or not, you made an agreement with me and you will do as you are told either way.”

Martin had slowly undressed and neatly folded his clothing placing them on the desk. He now found himself totally naked standing beside Tom’s desk. The big man got up and was suddenly towering over Martin. He was a big guy, and it was not fat.  Tom continued and said, “Turn and face me and spread your legs apart so I can have a good look.”

Martin was sure he was going to pass out but found himself complying with what he had been told to do. Tom took his cell phone out and began walking all around Martin taking pictures. He reached down and began to lightly stroke Martin’s 7” cock and to the young man’s horror, it felt good, and he began to get hard,

         After getting several pictures of his erect penis, abdominal area and face, the big man walked behind him. He barked, “Put your feet together then bend over and touch your toes, stay that way till I tell you otherwise”. Martin put his feet together and bent over and touched his toes, A moment passed, and Tom delivered a powerful smack to his right butt cheek which stung quite a bit. Tom went on, “The smack was not for answering me properly, I believe a yes sir was missing?”

Martin replied, “Yes sir, I am very sorry sir.”

Tom continued, “That is better, see it does not happen again. Now take your hands and spread your butt cheeks apart.”

Martin immediately did so and did not make that mistake again, “Yes sir.”

Tom began to run his finger around the ring of Martin’s ass and said, “Do not interfere with anything I am doing and stay just like you are till I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes sir.”

Tom did not use any type of lube and began to push his finger into Martin’s ass, there was nothing gentle about it. Martin felt a sharp pain like he had never felt before. This persisted for a bit but began to ease up after he had it inserted all the way and began to work it in and out. He leaned down, reached around, and grabbed Martin by the balls. Then slowly and without mercy began to squeeze them, tighter and tighter. This was painful but the finger had started to feel better as the big man continued to work it in and out.  This went on for a while and finally the finger slid out and he let go of Martin’s balls. He was sure they would be sore for some time.

Tom had walked around to the front of Martin now and told him, “Come out of that position and get on your knees. Put your hands behind your back then take your right hand and grab your left wrist. Stay that way till I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, sir.”

Martin got on his knees and was alarmed to see a huge bulge straining to get out on his new owner’s crotch.

Tom snapped, “Tilt your head back a little and open your mouth.”

“Yes, sir.”

When he complied, Tom took his finger he had been using and shoved it in Martin’s mouth. He also used his other hand and grabbed the hair on the back of Martin’s hair and held his head in place.

Tom’s voice had gotten deeper and raspier, “Close your mouth around that and suck and lick it nice and clean for me. “

The suddenness of this action caused Martin to gag, but he held his place, and did as he had been told.  His initial reaction to this had been utter revulsion but there was just something about having someone control you this way that made his dick tingle even more. The taste in his mouth was not the best but he had a good hunch it was something he would experience again,

Tom interrupted him as he began to unzip his pants, “Now that we have some juices flowing, I am going to give you the honor of sucking me off. You are too green for me to throat fuck you but go down on it as far as you can. Keep eye contact with me and I am going to shoot off in your mouth. You are to swallow every drop of it, understand?”

This was not Martin, but something about this was strangely hot. “Yes sir, I understand.”

Tom reached down and freed his cock, and it was monstrous, it was long, thick, and Martin had no idea how he was supposed to accomplish this. Tom did not stand on ceremony and shoved it into his mouth. It tasted slightly salty and quickly found the back of his throat causing him to gag again. He could not pull back as the big man was holding his head in place. Martin had never done this before so just started to do what girls had done for him.

Tom was stern, “Watch your fucking teeth, tighten your lips, use your tongue, and don’t waste any fucking time. I am really wanting to fill that mouth of yours full of cum and watch you gulp it down. I like it when you gag on my cock, that will keep happening for a while till we wear your gag reflex down. It went like that, I sucked and sucked trying to do the best I could. Every so often he would surprise me and thrust as I was going down and ram the back of my throat. This never failed to make me gag and was causing my eyes to water quite a bit. It seemed to take a bit but as he got closer to climaxing the more aggressive, he became. He had grabbed two handfuls of my hair using my mouth like a sex toy moving my head up and down the head and shaft of his dick faster and faster.  Finally, he began to moan, and his dick began to jump around in my mouth as his large load of cum began to blast into it. I began to swallow, and he kept going till he was drained.

When he was done, he took his dick out and returned it to his pants and told me to stand up. He went to a drawer, and he took out several belt looking things. They turned out to be chastity belts of varying cup sizes. My dick was still hard, but he did away with that by grabbing my balls and squeezing quite hard again. Slowly but surely my cock shrank down in the face of that kind of pain. He tried several of the chastity belts and tried several different ones till he found the one that fit me the tightest. He pushed my flaccid dick and balls into it and secured the belt. Added another piece and suddenly had me locked up in it.

He said, “Put your clothing back on while I get your phone. If you are wondering about the belt, you will never be allowed to get off unless whoever is using you wants that. Just some foreshadowing for you, you will never get a chance to cum when I use you. I get a real thrill knowing that I get to use your body anyway I want to and will always get mine. To me you are just something to use. I guess you could say that between me and you, that it is all about me and what I want.

I sat in confusion and frustration as he explained there would be a one-month training period. It would be him and my roommate, the nephew that would turn me into a bitch. Then I could get on the long and hard road of getting out of this debt. I was his now until he freed me, if he ever decided to, and it, and when he did by that time, I would miss it. With the bag of stuff, he had given me I left the office and headed towards my dorm room. Now, it was no safe harbor either. My life was really about to change, and I was not all that sure it would all be bad.