A sharp beeping sound ripped through Jake's skull, and jolted him awake. The 19 year old college basketball jock felt like death. His head throbbed and his muscle ached. He tried to rise, but was surprised to find his hands bound to the headboard of an unfamiliar bed. Panic jolted him awake. Where was he? What was going on?
"Morning sunshine" a gruff voice said from the dark.
"Where am I, and who the fuck are you?" Jake asked, attempted to sound strong, despite fear enveloping his body.
"You can call me Master - at least for now. I represent the bookies you have been avoiding the last couple of weeks. Either you give me 25k here and now, or i will find others ways to make up the shortfall".
Jake's heart seemed to stop. He had been betting on NCAA basketball games, thinking he had an advantage as a player. Some advantage, he lost almost every single bet. He didn't have 25 grand. Hell he barely had $100 in his bank account. The 6'5", blonde adonis pulled at his restraints, but it was useless. Not only were his hands cuffed to the bed, but so were his ankles. He could barely move. Lying there, in just a light blue pair of boxer briefs he had never felt so vulnerable. "I don't have the money, i need more time. Please, i will do whatever it takes to pay it back".
"No chance kid. You lied about your finances to get a line of credit you can't back up. You said your family was wealthy, but we checked. Your parents died last year. No insurance, and virtually no equity. If not for your athletic scholarship, you would be waiting tables or working construction. We aren't in the business of getting screwed. So now you will pay.'
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Kid we are going to do whatever we want, and whatever it takes to get back our investment. Fortunately for us, tall, blond haired, blue eyed studs have value in certain markets."
With that the gruff man in the dark turned and opened a door. A stream of light entered, highlighting the sparse nature of the tiny room. With little more that a single bed and a tiny table, the room was little more than a prison cell. Two men walked in, carrying a bucket and some towels. Without a word they began to bath Jake, with Luke warm water and soap. One man pulled out a pair of scissor and cut Jakes boxer briefs off, leaving him completely naked and exposed.
After the bathing was done, on of the men - a 20 ish year old, wearing shorts and a simple t shirt, told Jake to stay very still as they were about to remove all hair south of his chin. The other man, also in his 20s, and casually dressed, clamped down on Jakes thighs, while the first man produced a razor and shaving cream from the bucket.
Jake struggled a bit, at the start of the shaving, but soon stopped. He could barely move. The only thing his struggling might do is result in a razor cutting parts of him he valued dearly.
The hair removal process was fairly swift, with the young boy being naturally smooth, and well trimmed where he did have hair. After that, the two young men violated Jake's neither regions for the first time, with a douching bottle - cleaning out his butthole, and making very clear to the whimpering boy what his future held.
After his grooming was complete all 3 men left, but on of the younger ones soon returned with water, some yogurt and what appeared to be pita bread. Feeding it to the now hairless man child, between tears. After his light lunch, Jake cried himself back to sleep - scared beyond words at what was next for him.
