Debt Recovery

"Take a seat." The man was pleasant enough. He shuffled a large number of forms into order and laid them in front of me. "We've filled in all your details, so all you have to do is check they're correct and read all the clauses." He smiled, but it had little warmth. "Make sure you do. Once you've signed, we'll pay off all your debts and put you up for sale." He held my eye. "For the next seven years you'll belong to whoever pays the reserve price or higher for you. Do you understand that?"

Miserably I nodded. At twenty-five I'd already managed to screw myself up completely through a mixture of sheer stupidity, arrogance, ignorance and the mistaken belief I could recoup losses in gambling by chasing ever larger stakes and odds. Now I'd run out of credit,  and it was time to pay. "Yes."

"OK, now read the contract carefully. If you don't like it, we'll have to discuss your debts." He let the meaning sink in. "One way or another, it'll be paid off."

"Yes." I didn't know what else to say. I started to read, but the words swam a bit in my eyes. How the fuck had I got myself into this shit? Yeah, I liked to gamble, yes, I wasn't very lucky at it either, and no, I don't have much by way of family I can call on. I waded through the dense legal speak, I had to pay the debt off somehow and offering myself for this was the only way to raise the sort of money I needed. I didn't really have a choice in it. Luckily, I suppose, I'm bisexual, but some of the stuff in these clauses was really heavy stuff - like submitting to fetish orientation, hair removal, body decoration, public display as a fetish object and satisfying my 'master's' sexual appetites.

I reached the end of the form and looked up.

"Do you have any questions?"

"No." What was the point? I might as well be fucked physically, I was already fucked every other way. I guess this is where being a school drop out, with a self esteem level below ground level, gay tendencies and a natural target for bullies, with the added benefit of a dysfunctional family to round it off, got you. "No, sir, I don't think so."

"Good, then sign at the bottom of each page, add the date and do the same for each of the copies."  

I laboured my way through the pile, taking care to do it properly. When I'd finished I laid the pen down and handed him the pile of forms. "What happens now?"

He smiled, again it was a rather predatory expression. "We pay your debts and you begin earning your keep. Any surplus after your debts are paid, and our commission for the service, gets placed in a fixed bond to be paid over to you once your term expires." He checked the forms, folded one set and placed them into an envelop he stamped and sealed carefully, then did the same with the originals. "These go to your owner, the copy goes in a safe deposit box in your name. In seven years, provided you've satisfactorily fulfilled it, you'll be released and it will be returned to you with all the other copies. The others go to our notaries and one copy stays on file in our records." He finished sorting out the copies. "OK, time to get started. Go over to the alcove and strip completely. You'll find a collar with a numbered tag on it on the hook. Put it on and then put everything you're wearing in the hatch in the wall." He indicated my watch and my ring. "Give those to me, they'll be kept with your contract."

I stood and moved to the alcove after depositing my watch and ring on the desk. "What happens to my clothes?"

He laughed. "You won't need them for the next seven years so they get destroyed."

Well, I wasn't wearing anything I really wanted to keep anyway. The most expensive things on me were my shoes, and they were pretty cheap. I stripped down, dumped everything in the hatch and heard the mechanism as it started up. Instinctively I knew they were now beyond retrieval. I picked up the collar he'd mentioned. It was about an inch wide, rubber lined with a steel band. Three anchor points were fixed to the sides and front and from that dangled a small disk with the number 46 on it. I put the thing round my neck and settled it, finding the 'tongue' of the fastening and inserting it into the lock mechanism. It engaged with a small 'click' and I turned to face the man at the desk.

"Good. You're taking this better than most." He looked me over. "OK, we've got a buyer interested in you already. You're lucky. But, you'll still have to go on display and to the auction in case someone else is interested and to comply with the law." He beckoned. "Come this way now, we have a lot to do to get you ready for sale."  

An hour later I was minus all trace of body hair, had the number 46 tattooed on my pubic mound just above my cock, had been given a really thorough enema, pissed in a can, masturbated to provide a sperm sample, and was feeling really helpless and a bit despondent. 

"OK, this way, 46, you'll get a medical. Then you'll go to the display cages."

The medical was thorough. It was also extremely intimate in parts and it culminated with me getting two fairly large injections, one in my shoulder, the other between my legs. The doctor stood back. "Right, you're in prime health, well set up and will adapt quickly now." He discarded his examining gloves and touched a buzzer. "In a few minutes you'll start to feel quite horny and it will last at least 72 hours. By then the shot in your shoulder will have taken effect, so you'll be horny as hell from now on around men." He nodded as two burly men in tight rubber outfits entered. "Fit his display harness and take him to the display cages."

The larger of the pair grinned. "Sure thing, Doc. He's had his shots?"

"Yes, they'll start to kick in about the time you get him to the cage if you hurry."

"Great, I love to watch them when that happens." His companion produced a light rubber harness and between them they soon had me fitted into it, with my cock and balls inserted through a heavy steel ring. Their handling caused me to start to harden up and made the fitting tricky, but they were obviously well practiced in it. Then they added some heavy cuffs to my wrists and ankles and led me out to a long corridor. 

"In you go." The leader opened a small door and indicated I should enter to small space beyond. 

I stepped into the space, it was no bigger than a closet and they made me spread my feet and attached short chains to the cuffs on my ankles. Then they secured my wrists to chains attached to the walls. Now I was stood in a small space, unable to move or hide my growing erection and facing a full length barred opening.

"OK, there you go." The leader chuckled. "Looks like the booster is kicking in." He patted my butt cheek. "You youngsters just don't know when to quit and then you think you can beat this as well." He chuckled. "Well, you can't chum. You'll be a nice tame little gay house slave from now on. Enjoy yourself now."

I heard the door close behind me and hung my head. I'd been such a damned fool. Well, I'd gambled, and I'd lost and now I had to pay the piper. Whatever they'd injected into me was certainly taking effect, my penis was now stiff with desire, so hard it almost hurt and every breath of air across my swollen glans was like a touch of someone's fingers. Somewhere further away I heard a door open and close, then footsteps. A murmur of voices told me there were people now in the corridor my alcove faced and I tensed, not really knowing what to expect.

The voices moved closer, but I could now also smell something. It puzzled me at first, then I identified it. Latex! Warm latex, the bitter sweet smell seemed to fire some new level of desire in my brain and I strained a little forward to try to catch a glimpse of who or what was approaching. Then they were at my cage.

"Our latest acquisition, sir. His reserve is rather high, but he is a virgin, untrained and ready to be moulded to your tastes." I recognised the clerk who'd processed me earlier.

His companion studied me with a slightly interested look. "Hmmm, he's good looking, slightly under equipped, but that can be fixed." He peered behind me and I realised there was a mirror at the back of the cage. "Good firm butt." He caught my eye. "Like being butt fucked, boy?"

"I don't know, sir." I felt my cheeks flush. "I've never tried it, sir."

"I see. Sucked cock?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir." I gulped. "A few times. I like that. And being sucked, sir. I like that as well."

"Hmmm. Well, we'll see." He spoke to the clerk. "Anything else to show me?"

"Today we have only these three new slaves for sale, but I do have some others being resold. If you'll follow me, sir, I'll take you to them."

With that they were gone, leaving me to figure this out. So there were three of us for sale for the first time and some more being resold. The scent of the man's warm rubber lingered, an exciting smell, one that made me even more randy.

The morning progressed with a succession of customers, each one pausing to examine me through the bars. Some asked questions, some didn't, all of them wore either rubber or tight leather and all of them excited me. At last there was a long pause. Finally I heard the door open behind me and turned my head to see the burly rubber clad attendant grinning at me. 

"Time to put you on the sale block." He grinned as he released my chains and helped me step out of the cage. "So we need to fit your restraints. Turn around and place your wrists behind you." 

"Yes, sir." I obeyed and felt him attach some heavy chains to my cuffs on my wrists, then to my ankles.

"Right, follow me."

I shuffled along the corridor behind him, my erection once again fully extended as the scent of his rubber clothing filled my nose. I stopped when we reached a small counter as he paused and picked up a drinking flask.

He held it to my mouth. "Take a good drink. You'll be drying out I expect, and this will give you a little boost." He chuckled as I excepted the drink. "In more ways than one." 

I was thirsty, so I drank everything. It tasted good and it had something in it which kicked in as we began to move again. By the time I'd gone a few steps, I no longer cared what was happening, all I wanted was sex!

Leading me onto a small stage to one side of a large, crowded, room the attendant attached a short chain from a post to my collar and stood back. The smell of warm rubber, leather and randy men almost overwhelmed my senses as I listened with detached interest to the auctioneer introducing the bidding. 

"There are several prebids on the table, gentlemen, and his reserve price must be met." There was a pause. "Who will open the bidding?"

It began slowly, then gathered pace as the numbers went higher and higher until it slowed and only one bid remained.

"Very good, gentlemen." He consulted his screen. "None of the prebids exceed yours, sir." He struck the gavel on the block. "Lot 46 is sold to Bidder 84."

I felt myself being detached from the post and followed the attendant off the stage and into a holding area where I was put into a cage. At least I could now sit down, though I was still chained, and looked around me in a slightly hazy way, still high on whatever the drink had contained. I watched with detached interest as other slaves were collected and taken away to meet their new owners, noting that at least two were 'shemales,' carefully made up faces, pert breasts and small male genitalia combining with their feminine harness and high heeled thigh length boots and restraints to make them rather attractive.

Opposite me was another guy about my own age and evidently facing that future because the attendants replaced his harness with a new and very feminine one, coated his cock and balls in some sweet scented gel that made his dick go limp and then fitted him into a chastity belt that remodeled his crotch entirely. Injections into his nipples made him whimper, but then they fitted thigh high boots to his legs and a make-up artist arrived and began to apply permanent make-up to his face.

Then it was my turn. 

"Come on, 46, time to get you ready for delivery."

I stood, wondering if that meant I was going to wind up a shemale. "Yes, sir."

"Good, boy. Turn around, your master wants his brand applied."

I obeyed and bit my lip as something large was applied to my right butt cheek. It felt like hundreds of needles pricked the skin for a second, then it was over. 

"One more shot. Bend over fully, this one has to go between your legs." I felt a prick and then a sting. "Face the front again. He wants you hooded and gagged, then his special boots fitted." He chuckled. "And a rather fancy cock container."

Again I obeyed and he fitted a heavy rubber hood over my face and head, inserting a large  detailed rubber dildo penis into my mouth in the process. The rubber was thick, tight fitting, once the rear zip had been drawn down and locked, and it restricted my vision. Then he removed my harness and helped me into a tight fitting rubber strait jacket suit, taking care to ensure my erection and scrotum passed through a reinforced opening in the crotch and a large butt plug was pushed into my anus as the suit was fully fitted onto me. 

Once he had secured my arms, he fitted the heavy boots on my feet and I quickly discovered that walking in them was going to be tricky. Finally, he began to fit a steel casing over my cock and balls. The lower part encased my balls and was an exact moulding, but it stretched my testes away from my body. The tube covering my cock was also designed to squeeze the shaft, but left my cockhead entirely exposed. Once this was secured, he fitted a sort of belt and frontal shield which pulled the steel prison into place and held it securely, but the understrap ran over the base of the plug and, once he'd adjusted it tightly, drove the plug against all kinds of erotic points inside me.

He clipped a chain to my collar. "Right, 46. Prepare to meet you master." He chuckled. "I think he has some interesting plans for you." 

Numbly I followed him out of the holding cells and into a new chamber. 

"Your purchase, sir. Packaged as directed."

The tall man turned, and my heart raced. He was handsome, dressed in tailored rubber, his large codpiece obviously well filled and his physique magnificent. I knew the guy! He hadn't come to examine me in the display cage, I'd have recognised his voice if he had. What the hell did this mean? I just hoped this wasn't some sort of cruel joke - I'd fantasized about him often enough. I knew him from some of the magazines I enjoyed and always kept hidden. I'd known him at school and later at College. A jock I'd always thought, until I'd seen him as a centrefold in a fetish magazine. I'd had a crush on him back then - and now I was his slave. A possession, it looked like fate had played a really shitty joke on me.

"So, Number 46. You were an expensive little package." He handed over some papers to the attendant and got the envelop I'd last seen in the office in return. He nodded to the man. "He's had the growth booster? And the adjuster shots?"

"Yes, sir. It's all in the paper work. Gave him the booster myself a few minutes ago." He handed over a large tub. "You'll need to give him a dose of this each night. He shouldn't have anal intercourse for at least an hour following being dosed, but you should plug him after administering it."

My master grinned. "Thanks." He turned to me. "Ready? Then let's go. I've waited for this for quite a while now. Time to take you home and break you in to your new role, my boy." His hand found my exposed glans and gently stroked it. "Oh dear, so randy and yet so unable to enjoy it." They both laughed and the attendant held the door. "Come on, we've quite a way to go."  

He wasn't kidding about it being a long journey, but at least it was comfortable, or about as comfortable as it could be when you're encased in tight rubber, restrained, plugged and gagged and out of your skull horny. We travelled first by car to a small private airfield, then he strapped me into a seat in a small two seater aircraft and finally we landed at a very remote house overlooking the sea from a sheltered spot between two headlands.

"Right, 46, time for you to start learning your new role." He unstrapped me from the seat and helped me down, checking my ankle chains caught on nothing. Leading me a little way from the aircraft, he indicated the shallow valley behind us and the slope toward the sea. "I own this and a sizable part of the countryside around it. Your main task will be to keep me satisfied, but, when I require it, to satisfy my visitors sometimes - depending on whether or not you've earned a punishment." His arm slipped round my waist. "I've had my eye on you for quite a while." His free hand caressed my rubber hooded face. "I'm going to teach you to enjoy your role, to like what I like and to be what I need." He moved to stand before me. "How do you feel about being in my power?"

I wanted to say a lot. But gagged, encased in rubber, my arms numb in the strait jacket sleeves and my ankles chained and my arse plugged? I wanted to tell him he was my wet dream. I wanted to beg him to take me inside and fuck my brains out, but I couldn't. I dropped to one knee and put my gag against his codpiece, my cheek against his thigh.

He chuckled, his hands reaching down to stroke my rubber covered head. "In time, my slave." He stepped away and motioned me to my feet. "We have to settle you in and empty your balls first." He gripped my elbow. "This way. For the next few weeks you'll be kept in chains and in rubber until you learn what I like and start to enjoy it as well. After that; we'll see."

If I thought I would be immediately 'enjoyed' I was wrong. Inside the house I was led down to a basement dungeon and strapped to frame which bent me slightly back so my pelvis (and my metal encased erection) was thrust forward. Then he slipped a milking machine teat sucker over my swollen and hypersensitive 'head' and let the machine start. It was sheer torture. My cockhead wanted to explode, every surging sensation in me wanted to shoot my load, but the steel embrace of the tube on my cock and the clamp around the neck of my scrotum prevented it.

I was sobbing and pleading for mercy into my gag when he returned a half hour later.

"Can't empty your balls, my slave?" His voice caressed my ears as softly as his fingers on my rubber covered body. 

I nodded, grunting and begging.

"Very well, I'll permit it this time. But this is a warning, obedience is the only option." He busied himself removing the steel prison, then reapplied the sleeve device and within seconds I was experiencing the biggest ejaculation I'd ever had.

I surfaced from my orgasmic daze to hear a soft chuckle at my head. "Feels good, doesn't it. Well, rest assured it will be your reward to be allowed it in future." He began to remove the equipment, replacing the metal prison trapping my genitals, he added, "It can also be a punishment. Remember that."

He released me from the frame and began to remove my gag. "Now, we will eat, then I will show you where we sleep." His hands caressed my rubber covered body gently. "I will start your training tomorrow, now I want to hear you tell me you accept your situation."

I swallowed hard. "I do, master. I was stupid, and now I must pay the price."

He nodded. "OK, for the moment, that will do." He regarded me for a moment. "You know who I am, don't you." It was statement, not a question.

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good." He grinned. "Not all of my movies are make believe, some of them are documentary and you'll be in them."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, you understand one reason I paid as much as I did for you then." He watched me with a small smile playing on his mouth, his head to one side. "Do you remember trying to chat me up at school?"

"Yes, master." My pulse quickened. I remembered all too well risking exposing my fetish tastes and my inclination in my attempts to attract this jock.

"Well, you've finally succeeded." He laughed. "I found you very attractive, hot even, but back then I couldn't own you. Now I do, and now I can find ways to really enjoy you." His mouth found mine and, to my surprise, kissed me deeply. "Now I can make sure you really love me, not just a passing fancy, but my devoted and utterly faithful lover."

I smiled. "I'm ready, Master. I'm yours, and I want to be everything you want me to be, sir. Please teach me how to satisfy you, Master. In everything."