"You still owe me five hundred" Major said.
Carl nodded "I know, I uh just need time"
The weekly poker game was a social event more then just playing cards. Carl was thrilled when, as the new guy, he was told he could play.
The first week's game went well. He won and lost and paid off the winners out of his pocket. The second game went better, Carl leaving with fifty bucks more then he brought.
Each week it varied. Then the weeks ended badly. One, two, three and four weeks later, he owed five hundred dollars.
"Tell you what, I'll pay the debts, but you owe me" Major had told him.
Two months later he was still in debt. "No more markers" he was told.
The others sat to play and Carl was told he couldn't.
"You can't stay kid" Major said "unless you pay your debt".
Carl was about to be kicked out of the group he was thrilled previously to be invited to join. He was on his own in the new town. The job was a good one but didn't pay too well.. So he began to take more classes at night so he'd advance. He had to pay for the classes so spending money was low.
But there was a part of his life he wasn't enjoying. Back in Chicago, he had found others like him. In the darkness of sex clubs or the noisy fun of bars he met other guys. He even had dates and sex, lots of sex.
After moving to Chicago, he learned more about who he was and what he enjoyed. But now it was like starting over. There were no bars in the town. There would have to be long drives on the weekend to find them in neighboring cities. But he was broke.
A group of guys, young and old, were in the classes. They all seemed like friends. Carl tried to be friendly but they seemed only cordial, until the evening when one of them asked him, "Do you play poker?"
Now two months later, it seemed he had made a mistake.
"Tell you what, make some sandwiches and hang out" Major said.
"Cool" Carl found his way into the kitchen and began to make food and snacks for the guys. He knew Morris wanted pastrami, Walker wanted PB&J, ....
"Hey, you ok?" Major appeared. There was no secret that he was the leader of the group. Tall, slim and quiet, he seemed to dominate whatever the group did and of course, the poker games at his home.
"Yes Sir I'm fine" Carl said.
"Sir?" Major reated to the word "I'm not your boss"
"Well I owe you" Carl said. He felt embarassed to be in debt. "I'm not sure how long it will take to pay you" he admitted as he continued to make the sandwiches.
Major picked up one of the tunafish on toast Carl had made.
"Tell you what. If you're into it, we can find ways for you to lower that debt."
Carl looked at the man, "Really? I'll do anything" he said looking around the room as if to find things to do.
"Anything?" Major asked
"Yes Sir" Carl said.
"Again with the sir. I like that." Major stepped closer "Did you say SIR allot back in Chicago?"
The man had stepped so close his body heat warmed Carl. He couldn't help the reaction in his jeans.
"Yes Sir" Carl said again.
Major moved so close now his crotch touched Carls. He put one hand on Carl's shoulder.
"I thought so when I first met you. From now on, you do whatever I say, understand boy?" He pushed his hips forward. There was no doubt that his body pressed against Carl's for a reason.
His eyes twinkled and his smile made Carl's gut flutter.
"Yes Sir" Carl said wishing he were naked now and sliding to his knees. The feeling of being domionated if not owned had always turned him into a submissive pig in the clubs in Chicago.
"Good. Don't be surpirsed when I give you orders. If you obey me boy, I'll consider your debt being paid. Before tonight is over, you may earn a couple of hundred paid, ready for that boy?"
Carl's head seemed in a fog. He didn't quite understand what was about to happen,. He hoped he'd be having sex with the man who he owed, that was all he thought.
"Yes Sir"
"Good get the food out there boy" Major turned and left. Carl watched the man. His buttocks were large and round. He walked with a bit of a swagger. Carl wanted to lick those buttocks, spread them and give pleasure to the man.
"Thanks" the men took their sandwiches.
"Carl is going to stick around guys. No poker, but if you need anything he'll get it for you. Get me a beer" Major said without even looking at Carl.
"Our own personal kitchen slave" one of the men said and the others laughed. Carl didn't respond. He retrieved the beer for Major and spent the next hour getting more drinks, food and cleaning the kitchen.
"Good that's what I like to see, a boy who knows his job" Major said when he came into the kitchen.
"Most of the guys are going. When you get finished come into the living room. It's time you paid your debt" the man left before Carl could respond audibly.
When the kitchen was clean, Carl sighed wondering what was going to happen. He thought about Major pressing himself against him earlier. His cock responded. And Carl moved into the living room.
Major and two of the others were sitting on the couch and chairs, drinking beer. On the TV a porn video was playing. A big breasted woman was being toungued by a guy.
"They're straight" thought Carl disappointed.
"Kneel there" Major said to Carl as he entered.
The two other men turned their attention from the TV to Carl.
He knelt.
"Boys Carl here is going to pay his debt, or at least part of it tonight. That right boy?"
"Yes Sir" Carl answered making one of the men snicker.
"It turns out, our new friend here, likes to be told what to do. My guess is that back in Chicago he was told to do allot of things to make men happy, that right boy?"
Carl felt his face blush. He was being outed in front of the two oether men by Major.
"Yes Sir" he replied.
"OK, fine. You owe me five hundred dollars that right?"
"Yes Sir"
"Crawl over here" Major said as he began to unbuckle his belt and pants.
"I want you to suck my dick" Major said as Carl arrived close.
"Shit Maj" one of the men said
"He won't do it unless he wants to. My bet he knows how to suck dick, that right boy?"
Carl didn't answer. In front of him, was Majors hand holding his dick. It was growing.
"You want me to suck you to pay off the five hundred?" Carl asked looking into the face of the man who had turned him on earlier.
"No no, I don't think it's worth five. What do you guys think it's worth?"
"Hell I can get a kid from the park suck me for twenty" one of the men said.
"Shit twenty, I've paid fifty" the other said.
"Tell you what, first time fifty, then we'll see what else you can do tonight, maybe my friends deserve a treat" Major said.
Carl didn't hear the words so much as he concentrated on the very hard cock in Major's hand.
"Don't tell anyone" Carl begged.
"No no, we'll keep it between the three of us right guys?" They all laughed
Carl licked it first. Then he tongued the ridge and moved his lips around it. He let the cock move deep into his throat. Opening his throat so the cock went deeper, Carl soon felt Major's public hair rub against his nose and face.
"Hey this guys good" Major said "wait till you get it" he said.
The sound from the TV seemed louder. Carl could hear the slurping sounds mixed with the curses and moans of Major. He wanted to suck until his mouth was full of the sperm of the man who had discovered his secret.
He heard comments by the two others who were watching. One moved to the couch next to Major. Carl could see he too had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it.
The cum game in large gobs. Carl knew Major was about to cum when the man grabbed his head and held it tight.
"Shit he's swallowing it" the voice of one of the other men was heard.
"Eat my spunk bitch" Major said. Carl couldn't speak but his throat did as he was told.
"Shit, nice. I'd say you earned your fifty. Only four hundred and fifty left" Major said.
Carl licked the wet tip of the man's cock. "Yes Sir" he said in a whisper like voice.
"You said something about treating us?" the voice of the guy sitting next to Major said.
"Yea sure, what do you say boy, ready to earn another fifty?"
Carl was catching his breath. He had been made to reveal his secret in front of the other two men. They knew he was a cocksucker, a faggot and a submissive guy.
It didn't take long to urge sperm from the other guys cock. He had been jacking while watching Carl suck Major. The cum splashed all over his face and chin since the man pulled it out of Carl's mouth.
"Messy" Major said "give me your shirt"
Carl pulled his te shirt off. Major wiped his face with it. "Here" he tossed it back at Carl.
"What about you?" Major said to the third guy.
"My wife will kill me" he said "But what the fuck"
Carl, still shirtless moved to face the man sitting in the chair.
"Another fifty Sir?" He asked Major.
"Fifty boy" Major said "But you have to swallow it"
Carl took the much fatter and shorter cock in his mouth. His tongue teased it until it grew hard in his mouth. He licked and lip jacked it.
The guy acted like he had never gotten a blowjob in his life. He moaned, groaned, cursed and acted like he was in a fever like state.
Then Carl felt the hand on his butt. It moved over each buttock and into the crack.
"You like that too boy?" Major's voice asked. Carl couldn't answer with the fat cock in his mouth.
The hands moved up the legs of his shorts and begain to feel his smooth shaven asscheeks.
"I think this guy is gonna earn more money toinight boys" Marjor said
Carl gagged but managed to swallow the fat dick owner's sperm.
"Nice" the man said.
"Ok boy get us beers" Carl moved to the kitchen. His hard cock rubbed against he denim of his cutoff jeans. He felt like he was being turned into a pig slave, the kind of sex role he had learned that he loved in Chicago.
"Here SIR" he said emphasizing the "SIR" when the returned.
"Strip boy" Major said after taking a swig. "We want to see what our sex slave looks like"
Carl's fingers trembled a bit as he unbuttoned his shorts letting them fall.
"Shit Maj he's really into this" the man who sat on the couch said.
"Kneel slave" Major stood "stay there" he left the room.
"Men we have a one hundred precent pig slave fag here" he said upon returning "And he deserves this"
Carl felt the collar being put around his neck. "Browny had big neck so this will work just fine"
The leash dangled from the collar. "I wonder what it will be like to have a new pet. Come boy" Major yanked the leash.
Carl crawled on all fours around the room as Major lead him. His erection dangled below him along with his balls.
"Shit this guy is sick" the man on the couch said.
"Naw he's just into being dominated, that right boy?" Major said.
"Yes Sir"
"tell you what, we'll wipe out your entire debt tonight, you just keep us happy right boy?"
Carl wondered what else the man had in mind, but the thought of not owing the money prompted his response.
"Yes Sir"
"Good. Marv call Thomas to come back, Kelly too" Major pet Carl's bare butt and let his fingers move acrooss his butthole.
Carl realized what the night would hold. His already aching jaws would hurt worse. He would be humiliated, treated like a dog, a fag, a queer, a male pussy. He'd be fucked, hopefully safely.
And if he were lucky pissed on by the group. His cock hardened more. He felt the tip open and emit precum.
Carl sat at work a week later. The weekly poker game had come and gone, he hadn't attended. He hadn't gone to classes that week either. He knew he was alone again. The debt was paid and he had a great time doing it.
But the price was that they knew what he was. They'd probably spread the word. Carl didn't really want everybody knowing about him...especially people at work.
"Hello, this is Carl" he answereed the phone.
"Carl, this is Jim, Jim Major. Where you been?" the voice as friendly.
"Uh just got busy, tired, uh recovering a bit from last Friday I guess." Carl said.
"Oh I guess so. That was something" Major said "Well we missed you at the game, and uh after" he laughed.
"Uh thanks" Carl said.
"Hey, I got three day weekend coming up. Going to get some guys over for a nice long uh you know fun time, beer, porn, poker, you know."
Carl wondered if he was still in the group.
"Want to come over?" Major asked like he was asking about going to a baseball game.
"Well I don't want to uh loose any more money" Carl said "I better not"
"Shame. You pay your debts off very well" Major said.
Carl didn't answer at first "Well maybe I can do some poker, but cut me off when I loose fifty, ok?"
Major laughed. "Well I was thinking about something different. Boy you will do the following" His voice returned to the strong authoritive one he had used two weeks before.
Carl looked at himself in the mirror. The razor had smoothed his skin nicely. His crotch looked bare. He thought it a strange request but he did it anyway.
He wore the collar for the three days. Only allowed to say "YES SIR" he went about his duties in the kitchen, picking up empty beer cans, kneeling as he was showered with processed beer and providing places for the six men to deposit their sperm.
Major owned him.
Carl owed him for everything.