Basement Payback (Patreon)

Harry had never expected he would one day borrow money from that old pervert Stan. Everybody in town knew Stan was a very shady character indeed, with very possible mob ties. But Harry had had no choice – no bank would lend him money when he found himself unemployed and he was a couple of years short of paying off his mortgage. So, against his better judgement, Harry had gone to see Stan, fully expecting to get a loan at impossible interest. To his surprise, Stan had actually offered quite reasonable terms. But there was a price to pay, one that Harry had never expected in a million years – he was to go once a week to Stan’s place and be used.

“What exactly does “be used” mean?” Harry had asked after a few seconds of silent astonishment.

“Whatever I have in mind that week,” Stan had answered looking at him in the eye. “You have a good body for your age. I’m sure I can find lots of ways to use it for my pleasure.”

“You old faggot!” Harry had exclaimed in disgust.

“Language, language!” Stan had replied. “Now remember, you are asking a lot of me, and you’re getting an interest rate that won’t have you paying me back till the end of your life. Here I am doing you favours and here you are calling me names!”

Shaken, Harry had had to admit Stan had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. So he had finally swallowed his pride and said yes.

And so here he was, a month later, on his first “weekly service”, as Stan had called it. He had had to strip naked, then let himself be bound and gagged. Now Stan was testing what sort of stimulations worked best on him. What all this was leading to, Harry was afraid to think of. But he had to make the best of it.