He was late.
Business always turned around in July. Every year, like clockwork, the tourists stream into town and make up for months of an empty register and cobwebs on the receipt roll.
But not this year. And now, Craig was a week late on a loan from the kinds of people who don't check your credit score. A handwritten note gave him an address and a time. It was better to find than to be found, so he arrived early and waited on a hard bench in the lobby.
At exactly five p.m., a door swung open and a thin, feminine man beckoned Craig inside to a darkened room. Craig followed the light from the man's smartwatch through a maze of dark corridors. It's only been a week, Craig thought. Are they planning to kill me already?
Finally, the thin man stopped and gestured towards what appeared to be a dentist's chair. Craig sat and, for the first time in a month, felt the stress drain from his body. Whatever would be, would be. He'd done all he could.
When he woke up, there was a thin silver bracelet attached to his right wrist. A soft green light blinked from within every few seconds. He was alone and naked under a thin blanket. Tying it around himself, he got up and looked for someone to explain exactly what the hell was going on. Across the hall he found a short man in blue scrubs, hunched over another sleeping victim.
"I'm sorry for not greeting you when you arrived, Craig. You wouldn't believe how busy it has been here."
A nametag on the man's scrubs simply read "The Doctor."
"What happened to me?" Craig asked. He held up his arm with the bracelet. "Are you going to track me now?"
"No, Craig. We don't need to track you. That bracelet is so that you can find your way back."
Confused, Craig barely noticed the reappearance of the thin man from earlier. The man guided him to change back into his clothes, then back to the lobby. The door shut and Craig drove himself home.
Five days passed uneventfully. Craig wondered if he had somehow gotten off easy. No shady figures were watching his store or his apartment. He felt somehow even better than before his encounter with The Doctor. He had enough energy for a five mile run every night. And down below, "Little Craig" was standing at attention firmer than he had in years. Multiple times per day.
The next morning, he didn't even need an alarm. Morning wood at 5 am woke him up from what must have been a very pleasant dream. Normally, he would ignore it, but this one wasn't going away easily. He felt needy, as if he hadn't jacked off to a sorority girl threesome on his laptop just a few hours earlier. He pulled out the lube and found a new fantasy. A blonde tied up in the woods, forced to cum over and over by a masked man with a powerful vibrator. Four thousand likes.
Unlike last night, his strokes this morning did not turn into sticky pleasure. In fact, there was no pleasure at all. His seven inches were softening the harder he tried to get to release. Over and over until his hand was tired, until he was fully soft. Yet, the urgency didn't go away. You need to cum right now, his brain ordered. Flaccid and horny. This didn't make any sense.
Behind the counter at the store, he found himself hiding from customers and grinding his boner against the counter. When a couple from New Hampshire asked about the history of a floor lamp, Craig could concentrate on nothing other than wife's cleavage peeking out from the slightly-low V of her t-shirt. He sent them on their way with a 25% discount and closed the store early, rushing to the back office to find any relief. But every time he reached in his pants, his dick shrank away.
The need for release pulsated through his body with growing urgency. By the next week, he could barely make it down the street to hang an "on vacation" sign up in the shop window. His brain was addled by this constant arousal. He could only think of getting pleasure, had worn the skin off of his cock trying to get even a tiny drop. And nothing.
He tried to remember how to get back to The Doctor. The Doctor did this and he could fix it. But the paper was long lost and the directions were fuzzy in his brain. Finally, he noticed the glowing light, softly pulsating. He started walking and the light sped up as he got closer to the man who had taken away his control and dignity. Craig reached the lobby again and collapsed on the cold, hard bench.
He awoke again in a dentist's chair. Naked. His cock stood fully erect, painfully stretching the skin. He tried to reach out, but his hands were bound.
"You were turning your poor penis into hamburger," The Doctor remarked. "Do you want to tell me why you're here?"
"I...I have to cum!" Craig pleaded. "What did you do to me? Fix it!"
It was only now that Craig noticed the double doors at the end of the room and heard the commotion from the other side. Men were cheering and shouting, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. And...moans? The tortured moans he heard in his porn videos when a cheerleader was being pounded in every hole by the football team.
"Do you remember your debt, Mr. Anderson?"
Craig nodded.
"Do you know how you will pay off your debt?"
At that moment, shutters opened and Craig saw into the room beyond the double doors. At least fifty men filled the room, staring and cheering at the spectacle in front of them.
The Doctor untied Craig and guided him to walk closer. "Don't worry, it's one way glass. They can't see you yet."
Craig pushed his face against the window and stared in shock. In front of this group was his downstairs neighbor, Jake.
"A friend of yours?" The Doctor asked. "He likes the occasional card game. Poker, mostly. But he's not very good."
Jake was on all fours on a wooden table, fully naked. At his front, a burly man shoved the largest cock that Craig had ever seen down Jake's throat. How can he breathe? Craig wondered. An older gentleman stroked himself while teasing and pinching Jake's puffy nipples, running his fingers over them until he gets a reaction. And, at the back, three of the local firefighters were taking turns pounding what was left of Jake's asshole. That moaning noise? It was Jake.
"Do you know how you will pay off your debt, Mr. Anderson?"
Craig shook his head, violently.
"You owe my employer $25,000, Mr. Anderson. Can you repay it in cash? Today?"
Craig stared in shock.
"I didn't think so. Therefore, I gave you the same treatment that I gave to your neighbor two weeks ago. It makes you desperately horny, as you've noticed, but it has another side effect. Have you figured it out?"
Craig touched his cock and watched all of the life drain out of it. He fell to his knees.
"That's right. You can no longer get any pleasure unless you are getting dominated by men."
Craig looked over and saw a fountain of cum shoot from Jake's penis. He was working hard to please the men, bucking hard as the youngest firefighter grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed deep into his guts. He now had a line of men waiting for his mouth, which he offered willingly.
"Every time you make a man in that room cum, you earn $100. Pay off your debt and I give you the antidote. Not a bad deal, right?"
Craig looked in Jake's eyes. He knew Jake was straight, as was he. He wasn't enjoying any of this.
"I'm not going to make you go in there," The Doctor said. "But I know I won't need to."
The Doctor pushed a button and a second table emerged from the floor. Craig looked down at the floor and walked through the doors.
