Dudes gotta pay his debts

By David Alexander

Published on Jan 6, 2025

Gay

DUDE'S GOTTA PAY HIS DEBTS - PART 9

I am 32 years old, British/Australian living in London and working as a high street solicitor. If you'd like to read about my first sexual encounter with a bloke, check it out here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/dirt-in-the-dunes

This full series, "Dude's gotta pay his debts", can be found on Nifty here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/dudes-gotta-pay-his-debts/

I am 28 years old at the point this story is set.

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I got off the train from Schiphol in Amsterdam's Red light District - somehwere I'd spent a couple of weeks having a great time at the tail end of my last backpacking travels - and made for the warehouse in the backstreets where Cerberus Productions was based. I hadn't yet sorted out any accommodation but as my appointment with Cerberus was imminent, I figured I'd worry about a hostel or something later. Though it was chilly, I had on Gaelic Football shorts because my legs don't really feel the cold and the short length of the shorts showed off my thighs nicely. I was wearing hiking boots and thick woollen socks which had slipped down and bunched around my ankles, and a thick zip-neck fleece top over a t-shirt, with a woollen fisherman's beanie on my head. That and my backpack, which wasn't overstuffed as I liked to travel light.

Navigating the deserted backstreets, I arrived at the converted warehouse - which was numbered but not signed - and pressed the intercom, identifying myself as Dave X on loan from Big Bad Wolf Studios. I was buzzed in by an ordinary-looking middle aged dude sitting behind an "industrial chic" reception desk, positioned in front of a hallway featuring a steel staircase that went both up and down into the basement. He led me past the stiarwell to the first door off the hallway and sat me down in a small waiting room. In perfect English with a light Dutch accent, he told me to wait there and I'd be called into the next room in 20 minutes at my appointment time; he then left me alone. It was decorated with framed posters from Cerberus flicks, all hardocre porn spanning the full spectrum of straight, gay, bi and fetish genres. I noticed there were CCTV cameras trained on me and a PA speaker over the next door.

20 minutes later on the dot and the PA sqeaked into life; a deep, Dutch-accented voice said "David, please proceed through the door ahead of you". Hoisting my pack, I did as I was told.

The well-lit room beyond was ringed with camera installations. A hydraulic medical examination and treatment table was near the centre of the room, with some other equipment by the side of it draped in a hospital sheet so I couldn't tell what it was; another table was pushed to one side. A broad opening led to what looked like a wetroom. There were three other guys present - two smooth-bodied and completely naked twinks, one light and one dark, both secured with leather collars and chastity cages; and an impressive 6 foot plus white dude, muscular and ripped, heavily tattoo'd, both nipples sporting titanium rings, his tousled cropped hair bleached a silver-white-blond and sharply contrasted with a short dark beard. He wore a leather harness and jock but was otherwise naked and barefoot.

The voice came in over the speakers again. "David, I will be known to you as the Director, and the well-built gentleman is named Erich; he will be your supervisor, agent and contract manager during your time here and you will do as he and I instruct. The two boys are there to assist. You will have noticed that this room is set up with a number of fixed cameras, and there is sound recording as well. By the terms of the transfer of your contract from Big Bad Wolf to Cerberus, you will spend the next six months on call for pornographic filming and other forms of sex work as required. We propose to pay you 1,000 Euros per week to cover all assigned jobs no matter how many or how few you are needed for, but you will also receive free board and all meals. You may retain all tips paid by clients. You will not be masked during filming, but we will use the personal style modification clause of your contract to provide some measure of discretion. Are these additional arrangements acceptable?" I was concerned about the lack of a mask or hood, but something told me to take a leap of faith, so I nodded my agreement. "Verbally please David, for the record". "Yes Sir, I agree to the terms". "Excellent, then we may begin. Your passport, bank cards and currency are in your backpack, yes? Is there anything else in there you require, such as prescribed medicines?" I indicated that my supply of PrEP was in my pack. "That is of no matter, we will provide your PrEP regimen as well as regular STI screening and, if necessary, treatment. We will securely store your posessions for the time being as you will not require them. Please remove your clothing." I methodically stripped naked, handing my gear to the twinks who carefully folded them and put them in a plastic storage box on the side table, along with my pack. "Ah David, you are as attractive in the flesh as you are on screen."

Erich and the twinks proceeded to weigh me and take my body measurements, even stretching out my penis to measure it flaccid. Erich spoke each measurement in a rich, deep, German-accented voice, for the benefit of the Director. "Now stand with your legs spread and your hands behind your head", Erich instructed smoothly. "Erich, our David has ink, catalogue them please." "Yes Sir. There is a cluster of tattoos on his right forearm. There is a Death's Head Moth in black and grey on the inside of the forearm, and a small Celtic triskelion below it, just above the inside of his wrist. On his right outer forearm, there is a winding snake in black and grey. Running along his ulna bone up from his wrist is a simple looped cross or Egyptian ankh in black." Erich moved on to the front of my body. "On David's left pectoral is a small Traditional swallow. On the right side of his groin, just below his iliac furrow and above where his pubic hair starts, is a Delta symbol in the minimalist style." He stepped back and scanned me with his eyes from head to toe. "Ah, and I see an Infinity symbol on the inside of his left ankle, just above the ankle bone." He stepped behind me. "And of course the Big Bad Wolf design in the traditional style, between his shoulders. Very nice. Oh, and there is a silver ring in his right earlobe. That appears to be all Director."

"Very good Erich. Please proceed to the initiation phase." Eeeerrrrr... the whatnow? I thought to myself. Erich led me to the wetroom, followed by the twinks. The wetroom turned out to be a communal shower block with four shower heads, four toilet stalls, sinks and a urinal; another door led off it at its far end. The block was also equipped with cameras fixed in position. "On your knees boy", commanded Erich softly but firmly, and I did as I was told. A moment later there was a powerful buzzing sound, and before I could say anything, Erich started shaving the hair off my head with an unguarded zero grade clipper. I clamped down on anything I might have said - I'd carried off a number one during lockdown so wasn't really bothered. Hair grows back right? Besides, it was this kind of "modification to my personal style" that would hopefully reduce the risk of ever being recognised. After my scalp was thoroughly shaved, Erich methodically removed my beard, using his strong hands to position me as he desired. I hadn't been beardless for years, but hey ho.

Then things got more interesting. Erich stood me up and, using broad strokes of the powerful, professional-grade, mains-powered trimmer, sliced bald strips through my chest and abdominal hair before shaving the remaining tufts and clumps, then had me raise my arms to allow him to denude my pits. At this point my cock had leaped to full attention, which made it easier for Erich to grip and manipulate as he carefully removed my pubic bush. I'd shaved my shaft and balls a couple of days ago, so having me bend over and touch my toes, he then progressed to clipper my glutes and scrape the hair from my trench, before clippering all of the hair from my legs, arms, back and shoulders. I only had eyebrows left, and I was grateful to keep them. The twinks swept up the hair from the tiled floor with a dustpan and broom, then ran one of the showers until it was hot and steamy. They led me under the water with them and thoroughly washed and scrubbed me from head to toe with thick lathering gel and exfoliating mitts, before bending me over and using a douche attachment to well and truly clean out my ass. The shower was turned off and shaving foam massaged all over my body; back on my knees, Erich used a straight razor to expertly shave my scalp and face smooth; once stood, the twinks doubled-up and used safety razors to shave everything else, including going over my cock and balls again. After a quick rinse in cold water and a pat dry with fluffy towels, they took their time to massage thick cocoa butter lotion into every inch of skin on my bod.

I was keen to get a look at myself, so Erich wiped the condensation off a floor-to-ceiling mirror which took up an entire wall. The look was so different to any I'd carried off before, yet so insanely hot. My muscles were fully on display, ripped and glistening, showing off all of the hard work and commitment I'd been putting in. Seeing my bare face for the first time in years, and my smooth skull for the first time ever, was a massive turn-on and my cock was hard and leaking. I was only 28 anyway but now I looked like a 20 year-old twunk ready to be passed around in some sweaty sex cave!

Erich led me back into the Intake Room where he buckled a leather collar around my neck, confirming my status as a Cerberus asset. He had me lie down on the medical table, where my arms were stretched straight back, exposing my smooth pits, and shackled into position. The hospital sheet was removed from the other collection of equipment and Erich carefully, teasingly selected items from them just out of my field of vision. A set of padded stocks was dragged to the foot of the table, and my ankles firmly secured in them, keeping my body fully stretched out. Erich fitted me with a bite gag before moving a wheeled instrument table over to us - from where I was, I didn't have a clear view of what was on it. I have to confess, I was mildly worried at this point and my cock had softened. I'd seen videos with those ankle stocks and they were typically used for one thing and one thing only...

My worst fears were realised as Erich selected a firm feather from the instrument table and began to gently tickle my hairless armpits, the freshly exposed skin more sensitive to touch than I had ever experienced before. Instantly, I began to squirm and laugh, but my body was stretched so taut that I could barely move. I screamed with laughter and made incoherent begging noises through the gag as Erich methodically worked my pits, ribs, nipples and belly button with the feather and I broke out in a heavy full-body sweat, slickening my unnaturally smooth muscles and skin with slippery salty grease and heightening the insidious torture even further. He proceded to tickle my groin and the creases between my balls and thighs; After he'd run the feather over the underside of my re-hardened tool and squirming testicles for a few minutes, Erich put it aside and selected a steel instrument with a spiked wheel which he then applied to all of my ticklish erogenous zones above my thighs once more. His last torture implement of choice was an electric toothbrush which was especially "effective" on my nipples, deep in my navel, and on my cocksnot-sticky frenulum.

There was a break while my gag was removed and I was allowed to sip water from a bottle one of the twinks held to my lips, as Erich positioned a stool down at my feet. "No please no no no... mmmmfffffffff...." My protests were cut short as the twink re-fastened my gag. Erich liberally applied baby oil to my bare feet, separated and tied my toes to little hooks screwed into the top of the stocks with lengths of cord, and set to work with the feather, making me scream. After the pinwheel and the electric toothbrush, the foot torture was completed with the bristles of a plastic hairbush agressively applied to my soles while I laughed, screamed and cried.

There was another break so I could recover my breath. My toes were untied, the stocks were removed and the lower section of the table was unlatched, disconnected and wheeled away, leaving my exhausted legs to flop down, my toes scraping the floor. Stirrups were extended from the remaining section of the table and my legs were hauled up and fastened in position, spread wide and fully exposing my hairless manhole. Erich repositoned his stool as the twinks began to lick, suck and manually tickle my feet, then he began to use his implements again, in order, on my inner thighs, my balls, my slick taint, and my pulsing, winking asshole, forcing exhausted laughing screams from deep inside me.

As my laughs faded to whimpers, Erich replaced the electric toothbrush - fresh from my asshole and taint - with his scratchy bearded lips and expert tongue. At last, my tortured cries turned to pleasured moans as he took his time eating my smooth horny pussy. Adding frequent, liberal wads of spit, Eric was able to start sliding first one, then two fingers up into my tunnel. He then stood and began strapping electrodes to my thighs before applying blue conductive jelly to a steel plug with a wire running from it; my excitement rose as he gently eased the e-stim plug into my cunt. Powerful fucking sensations began to pulse though my abdomen as he turned on the current, then Erich inserted my painfully-hard cock into the well-lubricated sleeve of a milking machine. Erich ramped up the current and the milking rhythm over the next 10 minutes until I erupted in a powerful orgasm, my cum sucked into the machine's receptacle. Leaving the milking machine fitted but reducing its action to a teasing rhythm that was torture on my highly-sensitised post-cum cock, Erich powered down the e-stim electrodes and buttplug before removing them entirely. Resuming his seat on the stool, he then lubricated a speculum which he carefully inserted in my anus and slowly cranked open, drawing more moans from me as my sphincter was stretched wide; Erich leaned in to take a series of photos and clips of the inside of my ass with an iPhone. "That's a well-trained hole", he murmured, more to himself than to anyone listening. "Let's see how well trained it really is."

Removing the medical instrument from my hole, Erich's next move was to douse a wad of cotton wool in poppers from a bottle, then put the sodden pad in a canister which he then screwed to an old-school gas mask. Removing the gag from my straining mouth, he fitted the gas mask over my head and the powerful wave of popper fumes washed over me. Though the dirty lenses I saw Erich pull over a tin pail of thick, gloopy J-Lube as he sat back down on his stool between my legs; he wiped stringy gobs of the veterinary lubricant on my ass and on a generously-sized black dong, then put its head against my hole and bore down on it insistently until it popped past my ring. I cried out at the pain of the intrusion, but fought to flare my ass ring open as I took deep hits of poppers; soon, the dildo was sliding up into my guts, in and out, more and more easily, and the discomfort faded away completely and was replaced with pleasure. Erich then put that dildo to one side, and replaced it with his own, generously-proportioned cock. He was obviously on edge from his labours, because it only took a couple of minutes of fucking before he unloaded deep inside me with an animalistic grunt. Removing his still-rigid tool from my well-bred tunnel, he replaced it with a new, larger dildo shaped to resemble a horse's cock which generated new and incredible sensations from my prostate and rectum, all the while the twinks were sucking on my nipples - then applying silicone nipple suckers to them - and licking my hairless wet pits.

Erich probed and fucked my cunt with the horse cock for a while, gradually ramping the milking machine back up as he did so. He then tossed it aside, slathered a healthy fistful of J-Lube on his hands and wrists, and easily slid the four bunched fingers of one hand into my ass. In and out he moved them as the poppers continued to do their work on me, before tucking his thumb in and easing his hand in up to the knuckles, twisting it slowly around and making me moan with lust. I'd never been fisted before and I knew that was what was happening here; I moved my pelvis up and down on the table to signal my enthusiam as I breathed deepy. "Good boi", muttered Erich, as with a last application of pressure, his hand slid forward and my stretched ring closed around his slippery hairy wrist. He kept it there for a few minutes, letting me adjust, barely moving except to rotate slowly and gently tickle my rectum and prostate. He eased all the way out, slathered on copious amounts of additional stringy J-Lube, then eased his hand all the way back in again. This time, once inside me, he closed his fingers into a fist and started to make shallow fucking motions as the twinks began to increase the tempo of the milking machine on my re-hardened cock. By maddeningly slow increments, Erich began to fist-fuck me harder and faster, his fist moving further and further inside me but also pulling back against my straining ring until he finally popped all the way out on the outstroke before punching back in again. He then alternated hands, one diving in as the other slid out, faster and faster, and pushing into me halfway up his thick, hairy, muscle-corded forearms, until finally I was wracked with a crippling full-body anal orgasm that pumped a second generous load of thick virile scum into the milking machine's suction tube. Erich eased his fist out so I could recover, starting a deep, firm massage of the outside of my asshole. "Push it out boi, let me see it..." I strained and felt a weird sliding motion in my cunt. "Oh fuckin' beautiful rosebud boy, I bet this is the first time its seen the light". He then leaned in and began to lick, suck and probe my virgin prolapse with his horny tongue and abrasive beard. Then, finally, he pushed it back inside me and spent a few minutes massaging my pussy as the abused muscles begain to slowly recover their condition.

He stood and went to wash his hands and arms in the wetroom while the twinks began a flurry of activity as I lay there, exhausted. The gas mask was removed and I was allowed to hydrate again before the bite gag was re-fitted. The milking machine was deactivated and one of the twinks began to suck the remnants of cum from my now-flaccid cock, seemingly trying to ensure there was none left in my urethra. My legs were released, the stirrups retracted, and the bottom section of the table re-attahced. This time, ratcheting straps bound me down tightly across my ankles, calves, thighs, abs and chest so I was totally immobile. Erich returned and pulled on a pair of black latex gloves before repositioning his stool next to my chest.

"That was a magnificent performance David", boomed the disembodied voice of the Director from the PA. "Now Erich, as discussed, we know nipples take up to a year to heal so let's just do the left one so his right is available for play". Whaaaaaat???? My face, gagged as it was, must have been a picture. "Don't worry David, this will be a wonderful addition to your physique." I kept making inarticulate sounds of protest, but wasn't going to move even if I'd been able to - the risks of an accident were too high. Erich swabbed my left nip, marked a couple of dots on either side with a pen, then tugged it with foreceps. "Breathe, boi, breathe...." urged Erich as the needle pierced me. I gasped with the stinging pain, then he threaded a 14 gauge titanium barbell and screwed the ball on with pliers. One last swab and it was done, the pain already a memory. But then Erich scooted the stool down to my groin and begain examining my limp, circumcised penis. ""NO NO NO NONONONONOOOOO..." I tried to protest. But to no avail. The needle went through my urethra and I screamed around the gag at the searing pain before a 10 gauge curved barbell was inserted and the ball screwed on the end.

"All done!" said Erich cheerfully as he swabbed my cockhead, and he tugged off the gloves as the twinks unstrapped and ungagged me. I was helped to my feet, then Erich took a series of photos which he then showed me. I barely recognised myself; I looked strange, almost alien, but weirdly hot, my cut musculature proudly on display and gleaming with sweat, my new nipple and penis jewellry glinting, my leather collar contrasting with my pale skin. I couldn't help but smile. The twinks led me into the wetroom for a rinse (temporarily removing my collar), after which they dried me again, re-moisturised me, and applied antibiotic creams to my nipple and penis. Once I stood before Erich once more, he re-fastened my collar then crouched down and fastened a plastic chastity cage over my dick. It was roomy, and Erich explained it was not intended to emasculate me - that wasn't what the Director had in mind for my service - but simply to allow the piercing to heal as quickly as possible. Standing, he pushed me firmly down to my knees - he was naked apart from his harness since he'd fucked me on the table - and fed me his heavy semi-hard tool. I got him hard and deepthroated damn fast, and took every last drop of his thick sweet cum down my gullet. Standing once more, he snogged me deeply in thanks, then waved at the cameras before tugging his jock back on and tucking his python in the straining leather pouch. "All done for today gentlemen, you may show David to his room".

I was then led down a corridor, lined with a dozen doors, to a small, neat room with a single bed, a free-standing (but empty) hanging rail, and a steel sink and toilet. "Please remain here in your room for the evening," said Erich, "until your routine starts tomorrow. Food will be brought to you shortly and at mealtimes. There is an iPad you will find under the bed with which you can entertain yourself - all email and messaging accounts are blocked however, and if you are expected to contact any family on a regular basis, those communications will be supervised for now. Someone will come to clean your new piercings every four hours until lights out. You will be woken at 0600 tomorrow and your routine will then commence." He smiled broadly. "I shall enjoy training you David, I shall enjoy it very much."

TO BE CONTINUED.........


NOTE: I have always been as accurate as possible with the physical descriptions of myself, whether writing about my personal experiences or fantasies. However, though I do have some random tattoos, they are not as described here, for the sake of some discretion. Nor do I have a Prince Albert (I've considered it, but am too chicken), but I was gifted a piercing on my birthday in November 2024 and now sport a barbell in my left nipple. It is still very tender.

Next: Chapter 10


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