Chapter 1 – A Rude Awakening

Saturday 27th June 2015

Edinburgh

I woke up, sensing a throbbing in my skull before anything else registered. The smell of perfume hung in the air, but I was alone in a bed when I opened my eyes.

“What … where am I?”

I got up onto my elbows and looked around a bedroom slightly larger than the one I’d lived in for the past three or four years. It was nothing special, having a small wardrobe, a dresser and a chair. I saw a partially open door to my right, so I got up and checked it out. Thankfully it was an en suite. I relieved myself, and when I finished, I washed my hands and splashed my face with water before using the white hand towel.

I was drinking with a bunch of fellow students to celebrate our graduation.

At some point, I was with a guy who wasn’t part of the usual crowd.

He was about my age, friendly, and from a different uni.

As I wandered back into the bedroom still trying to work out where I was, the door opened, and I stopped to stare. A mature beauty walked in and smiled at me. She was about five-nine, forty-ish, with shoulder-length dark wavy hair, and a fuller figure. Her face was gorgeous.

“Good morning, Carl,” she said sweetly. “I hope you slept well.”

“Good morning … I think I did.” I stared at her, standing in a red minidress and black stilettos; her legs encased in black nylon. “I’m sorry, I … don’t remember—”

“You don’t remember what, sweetie?”

“I don’t remember where I am … who you are … your name—”

“Don’t worry, all will become clear very soon.” She looked me up and down. “Pull on your shoes, and jacket, and I’ll take you along to be enlightened.”

Enlightened? That sounds ominous in these circumstances?

She stood in the doorway, her arms folded under her impressive chest.

I sat on the armchair to pull on my shoes, and while I did, I had vague flashbacks of drinking in different bars, singing while walking from one pub to another, and generally feeling great. My new friend came to mind again—his name was Peter. He smiled a lot, talked quietly, and we got on famously. He took me to a club or a casino, and I vaguely remembered trying to count the value of coloured plastic chips. I’d never been in a casino before, and Peter was trying to explain how to bet on the roulette wheel and the card tables.

Did I buy my own gambling chips, and did I win or lose?

I stood and pulled on my jacket. When I checked the pockets I couldn’t find my wallet. It contained my student card, bank card, driving licence, and cash.

I looked at the woman. “My wallet is missing.”

“Just like your memory, it will come back to you.”

“I remember drinking a lot, meeting a new friend, and being in a club gambling.”

“That’s good.”

“Is this a brothel?”

“No, it’s not honey. Why would you think such a thing?”

“I have a vague memory of … nothing, it’s okay.”

She smiled. “Follow me.”

We walked along a corridor with several doors on both sides, and the carpet felt thick and luxurious. I didn’t ask any more questions because I feared the answers.

The woman knocked on a door and entered the room. “This is Carl.”

“Ah, thank you, Heather … come in, young man.” When he came around his desk, the man was an imposing figure. He was about forty, handsome, with brown hair and a tanned complexion. He was six feet tall, with an impressive physique, and wore an expensive tailored suit.

I outstretched my hand and it was slowly squeezed in his strong fist. “Hello,” I murmured.

“I’m Mr Patterson,” he said. “We need to have a chat. Take off your coat and sit.” He indicated the large sofa nearby.

I removed my jacket, went around the low table and sat to the left side of the sofa before looking around. It was a large, plush office with a drinks cabinet, and a large bookshelf against one wall. Apart from the door we’d entered, to my right, there was another door behind the man’s desk. There was a large window to the left, and the remaining wall held eight standard-size monitor screens surrounding one large one in the centre.

Mr Patterson returned to the executive chair behind his desk. He lifted a television remote which he aimed at the bank of monitors. The centre screen was blank, but four others showed views of roulette tables, and card tables. 

When there was a knock on the door, I saw Heather allowing entry to a young woman carrying a tray with a coffee pot and white china cups and saucers. The visitor was pretty, with long, wavy auburn hair. Her blue dress was so short I could see her white stocking tops when she placed the tray on the table. As she stood to leave, she smiled at me.

“Thank you, Sophia.” Heather turned to glance at me before pouring coffee for three. She took one to her boss, returned to hand me a cup and saucer, lifted her own, and sat beside me.

Mr Patterson said, “I like to conduct business in a civilised manner, and it’s too early for alcohol.” He sipped his coffee, clasped his hands on the desk and gazed at me. “We have something important to discuss, Carl, but before we do, have you remembered much about last night?”

“I can only remember drinking a lot with fellow students, and visiting a casino or club with a new friend.”

“Were you simply getting drunk, or was there a celebration?”

“We were celebrating the end of our degree course, and today most of those guys will pack up and leave their accommodation.”

“And what about you?”

“I don’t have to leave mine until tomorrow, and I’m not in a rush. When I return to Glasgow, I’ll be alone for about six or seven weeks.”

“Why would that be?”

“My parents have gone to Australia to visit my sister and her family until mid-August.”

He turned to the woman sitting beside me. “Isn’t that fortunate, Heather?”

“It is, Mr Patterson.” She glanced at me, and sipped her coffee.

I was holding the cup and saucer in both hands but when they rattled, I lifted the cup to drink. After drinking I didn’t replace it on the saucer because my trembling hands would have caused more rattling. I glanced to my right, and saw that Heather had crossed her shapely legs, offering a hint of white thigh above her black stocking tops.

She leaned back slightly, and her hemline rode up, exposing more of her upper thigh. The temptress smiled when she caught me staring.

The man said, “I’d like to ask you a few questions, Carl, and we have to reach an agreement about something.”

“I don’t understand—”

“Do you have a substantial student loan to repay?”

“Yes,” I said. “It’s the same for all students except those with rich parents.”

“Do you have a considerable bank balance to begin the repayments?”

“No, I’ll have to get a job, and pay off a monthly percentage.”

“Did you have a part-time job while on your course?”

“Yes, but I finished a few days ago.”

He looked from me to Heather, and back to me. “Do you have any friends or family who could help you raise ten thousand pounds in the next two months?”

“Ten thousand … no, I don’t have rich friends, or relatives. My parents moved house while I was at uni, so I’ve lost touch with my old neighbours and childhood friends. What’s the reason for all the questions, and why would I need ten thousand pounds in the next two months?”

“The questions were necessary to confirm your situation.” He sipped coffee. “I may have a business proposition for you, but first, I’d like all of us to watch some video footage.” He lifted the remote from his desk and aimed it at the bank of screens.

I drained the coffee, before placing the cup on the saucer.

One of the small blank screens burst into life and displayed a clear image of a plain pink wall with a round hole. Around the hole was black padding, and I started to feel uneasy, so uneasy, the crockery tinkled in my shaking hands.

Heather took my cup and saucer and placed mine and hers on the low table to our front.

“Thank you,” I whispered, and turned to look at the screens.

A flaccid, circumcised cock appeared through the hole and a manicured hand with bright red fingernails reached up to hold, stroke and squeeze it. Within seconds the dangling shaft became aroused and slowly straightened and increased in size as it was caressed.

I began to feel aroused and shifted to get more comfortable, knowing that Heather would be able to see me. On the screen, when the hand started steadily stroking the cock, I panted, and my uneasy feeling got stronger. I felt my underwear become tight, and my cheeks warmed.

Mr Patterson turned to me. “Can you imagine what that feels like, Carl?”

“I … I ….” I cleared throat. “Yes I imagine it must be very enjoyable.”

We both turned to look at the screen again, and a pretty face appeared. The young woman had long auburn hair, and her makeup was perfect. When she held the cock steady and kissed the tip, it was incredibly arousing. She licked the steadily growing dick, and kissed and licked along the shaft before parting her lips to slide them over the glistening head.

I stared at the young woman’s face as she performed on the fortunate cock. It was Sophia, the person who’d just brought in the coffee.

A pair of balls appeared through the hole below the fully aroused cock, and I had a moment of deja vu. Sophia was sliding her glossy red lips back and forward along the cock. Occasionally, she paused to lick it. I had another strange vision when she held the balls in her hand and squeezed gently. When she held the cock up and sucked on the balls, my arousal throbbed.

I licked my lips as I nervously looked across at Mr Patterson and glanced back at Heather.

She raised an eyebrow. “That looks like fun, doesn’t it, Carl?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes, yes, it does.” I turned to continue watching.

Sophia let the cock slip from her mouth and held it as it spurted cum. She caught some in her mouth and swallowed before licking and sucking again taking all the cum she could get.

Mr Patterson said, “Have you ever done that, Carl?”

“Stuck my cock through a glory hole … no.”

“Are you sure?”

“Erm … I … no, I’m pretty sure I haven’t.”

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“Yes, I suppose I’ve probably fantasised about it.”

“What about being on the other side of the wall … and pleasuring the cock?”

“No, I’m sure I’ve never done that or fantasised about it.”

Heather said, “It’s well-known that everyone who considers a kinky situation tends to fantasise about taking part from both aspects.”

“I … I didn’t know that—”

Mr Patterson aimed the remote and pressed a button. The blank big screen filled with an image seen from above. It showed a young man with a long blond ponytail pressing himself against a wall, with his cock poking through a hole in the wall. His shirt was lifted up to his chest, and his jeans were around his ankles as he thrust his hips back and forward.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes … oh my god ….” The face and body were in full view when the action was paused. My heart thudded, and my mouth went dry when I recognised myself on the screen.

Mr Patterson turned to me. “Carl, I think you may have to reconsider your answers.” He paused. “Turn and let Heather look at your face.”

I momentarily looked up at the ceiling and turned to face his stunning assistant.

“Mmm,” she said, and looked from my beaming face to the screen and back again. “It looks like the same face, and the long blond ponytail looks similar, but I’m not sure.”

I swallowed as my face continued to warm under her gaze.

Mr Patterson said, “I’d like a definite identification, Heather, because what happens next will depend on it. Is there anything that would help?”

She looked me in the eye and said, “I’d know for definite if I could see Carl’s cock.”

My lips parted silently, and I turned to plead with Mr Patterson. “Please, don’t ask—”

“Stand up and drop your jeans and underwear, Carl.” He leaned forward on the desk.

“Please, no ….” I looked from one to the other.

He said, “You can do it yourself, or I can ask a couple of my male associates to help.”

“Okay … I’ll … I’ll do it.” I stood, and slowly undid the button and zip on my jeans with trembling fingers and pushed them down. When I glanced at Heather she arched an eyebrow and grinned. I pushed my boxers down onto my thighs.

Heather said, “All the way down, please, and lift your shirt. I want to see your belly and legs too.”

I pushed my underwear and jeans down to my ankles, and looked away as I lifted my shirt. I glanced down at Heather who was staring at my limp cock.

She cupped my balls in one hand and lifted my shrunken cock with a slender finger. “Yes, this is the same one, although it looks much smaller now.” She closed one hand around my entire package and squeezed gently. “If necessary, I could work with him.”

I looked down at her and turned to the man. “What does she mean—”

Mr Patterson said, “Get dressed and sit, Carl.”

I was covered, zipped up and sitting within a few seconds. “What does she mean?”

The man walked around the desk and towards the sofa, carrying a sheet of printed paper. “If you don’t remember using a glory hole in my casino, you might not remember signing this either.” He handed the form to me.

“Indemnity Form for Funds Owed”. I read the four paragraphs of information, and stared in disbelief at the amount, the date, and my signature below. It was witnessed by Peter Dawson.

“Ten thousand pounds—fucking hell.” I turned to Heather. “I’m sorry ….”

Mr Patterson said, “You have two months to repay that money, Carl. You and your friend had quite a night, and Peter has left you to deal with the debts that the pair of you amassed.”

“I can’t pay you ten … ten thousand … pounds … within two months … he’ll have to—”

“He won’t have to do anything. While you were sleeping in our overnight room, I had someone check your friend’s address this morning. They found a charity shop. It looks like your friend, Peter, has set you up.”

“I won’t be able to get a bank loan or—”

“I know that, Carl. However, I can offer you an opportunity to repay your debt.”

“I’ve no idea how a place like this operates, or how long it would take me to repay you?”

“How fast you repay the debt will depend on what you’re prepared to do.”

“I don’t understand … what I’m prepared—” I looked around as Heather reached out and caressed my jawline. “What … what would you … why are you doing that?”

Heather whispered, “Combined with nice legs, Mr Patterson, he has a nice face, a good complexion, no stubble, and lovely long hair.”

I looked from one to the other and panted rapidly. “What is she talking about?” 

The man leaned forward. “Heather will explain your options, and if you accept my offer, you’d work directly for Heather in various capacities. As part of the deal, you’d have free meals and accommodation during your stay.”

“During my stay?” My breathing was ragged. “I could … sign a promise … to pay—”

He smiled, and slowly shook his head. “That’s what the document is that I just showed you. You and Peter agreed to repay five thousand pounds each, and you signed as each other’s guarantor.”

“No, I wouldn’t have done that—”

He held up the form and pointed to my signature. “You signed this, and that’s your friend’s signature below. You did the same for his form, Carl, and now he’s disappeared. He left you in the lurch to deal with the debts. I can’t afford you to go too.”

“I’d have difficulty just paying one of those two debts.”

He grinned. “Look on the positive side; it’ll be like starting a new, secret life.”

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