Debts Are Debts (Pt.1)
If there was one thing my father was good at, it was gambling. More specifically, gambling poorly. The amount of times we had power or water shut off, or even been evicted was like a near endless list. Mom had gone a long time ago, and it was just me and him. Him trying to stay afloat and me the same with my own job.
There was one night I came home though, and he seemed more downtrodden than usual. "I lost it all, Mikey" he said "more than I can repay to some people who don't like payments being missed." I could believe it. He went an honest to goodness gambling shark and was now on the hook for what I could only imagine was a fortune. He looked up at me with the most pitiful look. "But a debt, Mikey. You always have to pay." He stopped, looking down "one way or another." I went to bed without anymore discussion. It didn't matter.
A sharp pain. It startled me. I couldn't move, and there appeared to be a bag over my head. I couldn't see, but I definitely heard. It was two men. "Alright, Mr. Clark. This looks like what you promised in your pictures." Another man piped up "He'll go through the tests, see if he meets the criteria". Then I heard my dad "and then we'll be all squared up, right!?" He was panicked, but oddly excited maybe? I couldn't speak, but in my head I cried out.
I was the cost. "One way or another."
Doors slammed. I was obviously in a van. And based on my returning feeling, on some sort of metal chair. One of the men began driving while another began doing something. I realized it was him cutting my pajama shorts off. "His dick isn't too big, Jake, so that's a start!" The driver yelled back "check the shirt!" More cutting. "Not super fit, so we have some decent nipples!" "The boss will like this one, I think!" The man in the back responded "I hope so. These last few have been real duds. I'm sick of the preliminary work only to toss them in the bay!" The driver, as if caught off guard said "Oh yeah! Don't forget the one last quick check!"
The man in the back roughly grabbed my shorts and pulled them out from under me. That's when I felt the cold seat had a hole. I heard the man spit. Before I could even react, he had his finger up my ass. I screamed as loud as I could, but with a gag in my mouth, it did no good. "Nice and tight!" The man shouted. "Fantastic. Quick check complete" the driver yelled. Things got quiet and there was more driving. Finally the van stopped. It sounded and felt like we were backing into somewhere. The men jumped open and I heard the doors fling open. I was stood and realized my arms and legs had actually been attached to plates to the metal chair. Obviously magnetic plates. Once off the chair, the braces immediately clung together. I was then lowered and the plates connected to something new. A dolly cart
A new voice spoke up. Older, it sounded. "Pull the hood off, gentlemen". They did, and there was a slightly oder man. My eyes grew wide and I made muffled cries through the gag. "I know. I know." He said as he grabbed my face and turned it left and right. He reached down and pinched my nipples, pulling them. It hurt. He ran his hands down my sides to my hips and around to my ass. This was clearly not sexual. It was cold and clinical. "Promising bone structure. Low hair growth. I approve of the areola and nipple response. And a strong frame. We should begin soon." My mind raced. What in the fuck was going on!? Terror ran through me. The two men took the cart and pushed me through a set of double doors. I had what I could only describe as a gasp and a scream simultaneously.
"This is where the debts are paid, Mikey. The boss respects those who know who they are. But for the debts, you're made how customers want." There were men muffled with machines fucking their asses. Others were getting their mouths held open and gagging on cocks. One area was labeled "hucows". Made to look like a farm it some had women with four tits and on all fours. Mooing and being milked. "Here we are, Mikey. This is for you."
The door said "Forced Feminization:
There was one night I came home though, and he seemed more downtrodden than usual. "I lost it all, Mikey" he said "more than I can repay to some people who don't like payments being missed." I could believe it. He went an honest to goodness gambling shark and was now on the hook for what I could only imagine was a fortune. He looked up at me with the most pitiful look. "But a debt, Mikey. You always have to pay." He stopped, looking down "one way or another." I went to bed without anymore discussion. It didn't matter.
A sharp pain. It startled me. I couldn't move, and there appeared to be a bag over my head. I couldn't see, but I definitely heard. It was two men. "Alright, Mr. Clark. This looks like what you promised in your pictures." Another man piped up "He'll go through the tests, see if he meets the criteria". Then I heard my dad "and then we'll be all squared up, right!?" He was panicked, but oddly excited maybe? I couldn't speak, but in my head I cried out.
I was the cost. "One way or another."
Doors slammed. I was obviously in a van. And based on my returning feeling, on some sort of metal chair. One of the men began driving while another began doing something. I realized it was him cutting my pajama shorts off. "His dick isn't too big, Jake, so that's a start!" The driver yelled back "check the shirt!" More cutting. "Not super fit, so we have some decent nipples!" "The boss will like this one, I think!" The man in the back responded "I hope so. These last few have been real duds. I'm sick of the preliminary work only to toss them in the bay!" The driver, as if caught off guard said "Oh yeah! Don't forget the one last quick check!"
The man in the back roughly grabbed my shorts and pulled them out from under me. That's when I felt the cold seat had a hole. I heard the man spit. Before I could even react, he had his finger up my ass. I screamed as loud as I could, but with a gag in my mouth, it did no good. "Nice and tight!" The man shouted. "Fantastic. Quick check complete" the driver yelled. Things got quiet and there was more driving. Finally the van stopped. It sounded and felt like we were backing into somewhere. The men jumped open and I heard the doors fling open. I was stood and realized my arms and legs had actually been attached to plates to the metal chair. Obviously magnetic plates. Once off the chair, the braces immediately clung together. I was then lowered and the plates connected to something new. A dolly cart
A new voice spoke up. Older, it sounded. "Pull the hood off, gentlemen". They did, and there was a slightly oder man. My eyes grew wide and I made muffled cries through the gag. "I know. I know." He said as he grabbed my face and turned it left and right. He reached down and pinched my nipples, pulling them. It hurt. He ran his hands down my sides to my hips and around to my ass. This was clearly not sexual. It was cold and clinical. "Promising bone structure. Low hair growth. I approve of the areola and nipple response. And a strong frame. We should begin soon." My mind raced. What in the fuck was going on!? Terror ran through me. The two men took the cart and pushed me through a set of double doors. I had what I could only describe as a gasp and a scream simultaneously.
"This is where the debts are paid, Mikey. The boss respects those who know who they are. But for the debts, you're made how customers want." There were men muffled with machines fucking their asses. Others were getting their mouths held open and gagging on cocks. One area was labeled "hucows". Made to look like a farm it some had women with four tits and on all fours. Mooing and being milked. "Here we are, Mikey. This is for you."
The door said "Forced Feminization:
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