I look up from my cleaning as I hear the doorbell ring. That's odd, my boyfriend isn't due home for a few hours and I rarely get visitors, looking after my boyfriend is nearly a full time job and doesn't leave me much time for anything else. I call out to let them know I'm coming as I quickly move to the door. Opening it I see several men standing patiently.

"Hello?"

"Hi there we're friends of your boyfriend, we were hoping to talk with him about something."

"Sorry he's out at the moment. I can pass on a message for you if you want?" One of the men smiles unsettlingly.

"Yes I think we'll leave him a message." Suddenly two of the men grab my arms and hold me tightly as the other man covers my mouth with a strange smelling cloth. I struggle to get free as the world grows dark and my mind gets fuzzy and dizzy before my eyelids get to heavy and everything fades to black.

I slowly open my eyes to darkness, something over my head seems to be obscuring my vision. As I go to try and remove the object I feel the ropes tying my arms tightly to the chair, pulling on them I instinctively cry out, only what I hear is only a muffled noise as I notice what feels like a ballgag trapped in my mouth. Panic sets in and I struggle desperately against my restraints, trying as hard as I can to loosen the ropes but only find myself tired and exhausted, the rope around me still holding tight. I breathe hard through my gag as I wait in the dark silence, waiting for someone to rescue me or at the very least give me some answers as to what is going on.

I jump as the deafening silence is suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps walking towards me, my body filling with fear and my heart beating faster with every step. I'm suddenly blinded by light as the bag over my head is removed, as my vision clears I see a man in a suit standing over me.

"You're probably wondering what's going on. It's simple, you see, your boyfriend owes me a lot of money and he's been avoiding me and my boys." What? Is he gambling again? He said he'd stopped.

"I'm a patient man but I've waited long enough, so as incentive we've taken you as collateral until he pays us back what is mine." I pull on my restraints and plead at him through my gag, trying to tell him that I can get him the money. I feel a sting across my cheek as I'm slapped in the face.

"Calm down. Once your boyfriend pays back his debts you'll be free to go, but until then I'm afraid you will be in my care. And as long as I get my money quickly nothing bad will happen to you, so if I were you I'd be hoping that he has the money and acts promptly." I watch as he walks away smiling. Left alone again I frantically pull on my restraints but quickly give up knowing that it is futile. Please honey, please pay them soon.

I'm not sure how long it has been as I've spent most of my time tied up in this windowless room but I have been taken to the bathroom several times, still restrained and embarrassingly forced to go while being watched, and fed three meals, so I guess it must have been three days since I was kidnapped. So far they haven't been that bad towards me, aside from general looking after me they've left me alone, although that is starting to become torturous, part of me is going mad craving any sort of stimulation, attention and interaction.

I turn my head to see the man in the suit and several of his thugs enter the room, one placing a camera on a tripod down nearby and pointed towards me, i watch as a red light comes on and the guy behind the camera gives a thumbs up to his boss.

"It's been three days and your boyfriend still hasn't paid me my money." I feel my heart begin to beat faster, what does this mean for me?

"Maybe you aren't as valuable to him as we thought." I'm starting to get that feeling, hopefully he's still trying to get the money he owes.

"Or maybe he just needs a bit more incentive." His fist suddenly slams into the side of my head knocking it back and splitting my lip. Before I can recover another heavy hits the other side of my face and then several hard punches land into my stomach knocking the air from my lungs. I pull on my ropes and scream into my gag as he continues to beat me in front of the camera.

Stepping away from my battered and bruised body I breath hard between my sobs, as tears flow down my face and sting the open cuts. The camera moves closer to my beaten body now covered in bruises, getting a full view of my sobbing, frightened, bloody face, my bleeding nose, swollen eyes and split lip.

"You have three more days to give me my money or I'll have to do something else to you precious boyfriend here." Trying to recover I hear the men leave amd I'm left in pain and crying, hoping that my boyfriend will just pay back what he owes before I find out what else they have in store for me.

I sit in my chair waiting, knowing that the next deadline is growing closer. My face still hurts from my beating three days ago, the swelling has gone down but the cuts and black eyes still haven't fully healed, the bruising aching every time I lower my head. I'm starting to really go crazy from staring at the same four walls, part of me fears that I'll never leave this room, I want to go home, I want my boyfriend, well at first I'll hug him for comfort and then I'll smack him in the head for getting me into this situation and taking so long, hopefully knock some sense into him, I love him but he's an idiot sometimes.

I turn seeing the main in the suit enter, 9nce again like the other day one of the men carries in a camera on a tripod, great, I take it that he hasn't sent my captor the money yet. Fear starts to fill my mind, I look pleadingly at the boss, shaking my head, I don't want another beating. I see the camera turn on and the cameraman giving the thumbs up.

"I still don't have my money. Now I have to do something else to you boyfriend." I shake my head in terror, desperately trying not to get beaten again. I flinch as his hand gently strokes my bruised face.

"It's alright, if you cooperate and behave then you want get beaten again." Confused I feel my gag untighten and leave my mouth, drool following it as it moves away. I stare as the man undoes his trousers and pulls out his hard cock.

"Suck it bitch." Still confused I stare at his cock, I don't really want to give this guy a blowjob. I feel a sharp sting across my tender face and cry out in pain as he slaps me hard.

"I said suck my fucking cock!" Understanding that it's either taking his dick in my mouth or more beatings I move my head forward and open my mouth, his cock sliding into it, as it does my tongue explores it almost instinctively, tasting his cock as I start to suck and move back and forth, slowly going deeper and deeper until I gag on it. I cough and pull away, before I can fully catch my breath I feel another painful slap across my face before his hand grabs the back of my head and he thrusts his cock right down my throat. As I choke on his cock my hands flail uselessly behind me while my throat is roughly fucked without mercy. Tasting precum he suddenly pulls out and quickly stroking it he points his cock directly at open face.

"Open." Not wanting to be hit again I obey and open my mouth as his warm cum shoots over my face and into my mouth.

"Swallow it." I do as I'm told and force myself to swallow, although it's not much different from when I eat my boyfriends cum.

The camera moves closer to my face as I try and fail to hide my shame and humiliation from the fact that my cock is semi erect under my clothes, getting a clear shot of the cum dripping from it.

"You have two more days to give me my money or things will get worse." As they leave I wonder what could be worse but as long as it means I don't get beaten again I'm happy to do whatever they want me to do.

Fear and dread fills me as I watch the boss and his men walk in with the camera once more. What do they have in store for me this time? Why hasn't my boyfriend rescued me yet? And why do I feel slightly happy at seeing my captors? Am I that starved for any attention and stimulation?

I watch as the camera is once again set up but this time in a different spot, further away and not facing my chair. Confused I watch as two other men carry a small bed into the room and place it down in front of me and where the camera is pointing. I pull on my restraints as I realise what is next for me.

"Are you anxious to begin?" I look up pleadingly.

"Please, I'll get you your money if you let me find him, I'll make him pay you." The suited man smiles down at me.

"Oh don't worry, you'll help get me my money." I feel the rope around my wrists loosen and I nervously bring them round in front of myself and rub my wrists happy to be able to move my arms and hands once more.

"Stand." I slowly do as I'm told and get off the chair that I've been trapped on for most of the last 8 days.

"Remove your clothes." I stand frozen in fear. I flinch as he raises a hand to strike me, remembering the psin of his previous beating and I slowly take off my top and with shaking hands undo my trousers and pull them down. With my legs shivering I grip my underwear and look at the man hoping that he will not force me to be nude in front of evwryone and the camera.

"I said remove your clothes!" In fear of being punished I do as I'm told and drop my underwear down, revealing my crotch to everyone and the camera, including embarrassingly my semi erect cock, I hope they don't think that I'm enjoying this. Feeling the air in my naked body I feel exposed and vulnerable as the men look at me and the suited man inspects my terrified body. I stay still as he walks around me, his hand running over me, exploring me, before he wraps his arm around me and holds me tightly to his side, his other hand gently caressing my face.

"You still haven't given me my money, now I will have to take your boyfriend here and make him my own." I cry out as his hand pushes me onto the bed and I crawl onto the mattress and watch as the man begins to calmly unbutton his shirt and take of his clothes, carefully folding them and passing them to his men as he takes off each piece of clothing. He walks towards me with his cock hard and moving closer towards my face.

"You know what to do." I slowly move onto my hands and knees and not wanting to be beaten open my mouth and begin to suck his cock.

"Deeper." I move down his cock as I move back and forth, until a gag slightly, as I move away his hand stops me from removing his cock from my mouth prompting me to slide back down onto him forcing myself to choke on his cock.

"That's it, be a good faggot whore for me." All I can do is look up at him as I'm forced to choke on his cock, his hand gently holding me down as he fucks my throat, my hands gripping his legs to support myself as I struggle for air. He let's go of my head and I keep going, pushing his cock down my throat as the camera films.

He suddenly steps back and his cock slides out of my mouth, which stays open as I try to understand what is going on. Did I do something wrong? I hope he doesn't hit me.

"Turn to face the camera on all fours." I obediently follow his instructions and look towards the camera on all fours as I feel the mattress move as he climbs on the bed behind me.

"Beg for my cock, beg me to fuck you." My heart races with fear but knowing that it is either this or be beaten again I swallow what dignity I have left.

"P... please, please fuck me sir." I gasp and grip the bed as his cock slams into my ass, my saliva the only lube as he violently thrusts deep inside my ass. I stare directly at the camera grunting with pain as he fucks me, my eyes showing how broken I am, why has my lover let this happen to me?

As I'm continued to be fucked my grunts slowly become moans and my cock begins to twitch and harden. If my boyfriend isn't going to save me then why not try to enjoy my new man, my boyfriend doesn't deserve me and maybe if I do a good job pleasing him I can get out of here. I start to move my hips in time with his thrusts, pushing him deeper inside me and moaning with pleasure almost forgetting where I am. Feeling his warm cum filling my ass I'm pushed over the edge and my cum shoots onto the bed as I look straight at the camera and cry out in ecstasy.

I feel his cock pull out of my stretched ass and him climbing off the bed, his cock coming into view.

"Clean it." Still lost in my post orgasm bliss I gladly take it into my mouth and taste his cum and my ass, filling my senses and making me horny once more as I run my tongue over his cock. As I clean him the camera is moved and gets a shot of my leaking ass and then moves close to my face as his cock pulls out of my mouth. As I feel him wipe his cock on my face I realise what I've done and a wave of shame fills me as the camera focuses on my face.

"Well done whore. You have one more week to give me what you owe or I'll be keeping your boyfriend here and having a welcome gqngbang." What? As I look up at him with a look of terror one of his men come up to me and close a heavy metal collar around my neck and attach it with a chain to the metal bedframe. The suited man slowly gets dressed and looks down at my now softening cock.

"We'll have to do something about that before the end of the week, can't have you enjoying yourself to much." What does that mean? I watch as the men leave.

"See you in a week, part of me is hoping you good for nothing boyfriend doesn't pay." With that I'm left alone, naked, chained to the bed, with cum leaking out of my ass and an uncertain future but one part of me deep down seems to like the idea of.

I sit naked on the bed, since a few days ago this has been where I've stayed, chained to the bed by a heavy metal collar locked uncomfortably around my neck. The only time I've seen anyone since then has been when they brought in a bucket and toilet roll, which I've been forced to use much to my disgust, and locked this metal device onto my cock preventing me from getting hard, which has been embarrassingly often as I think of my fate if my boyfriend doesn't pay his debts and how it strangely seems to turn me on. Maybe I'm just desperate for any attention and contact with others or more worryingly I actually enjoy it, it is more exciting than my boring domestic life.

I look towards the door as it opens and the suited man walks in along with more men than usual. I look on in fear and anticipation as I await my fate, has my boyfriend finally paid for my freedom or am I to be forced to pay off his debt for him. The sight of the man setting up the camera and the numerous bulges in the men's trousers points towards the latter, which as much as it terrifies me it also makes me feel excited and horny, as if part of me doesn't want to return to my boring life with my useless boyfriend who just gets us into trouble.

"I still don't have my money." He walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder.

"So due to lack of payment I'm unfortunately going to have to keep your boyfriend here as collateral towards paying me what yiu owe." I look up at him partly in shock and fear but also partly in lust as I know what is coming next. I watch as he calmly starts to undo his shirt.

"Help me undress." I nervously slide off the bed, my chain rattling as I move, and kneel on the floor. I look over at all the men in the room and remember my beating I received a week earlier and know that it would be worse if I disobeyed with this many people here and with shaking hands I undo his trousers and pull them down, gripping the sides of his underwear I see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric and as I pull them down it points directly at my face.

"Beg for it." I look to the camera and then back up at my captor, part of me wants to hurt my boyfriend and I look at him pleadingly in an attempt to make him jealous when he sees the video.

"Please sir, let me suck your cock." He smiles down at me and nods, as if overtaken by an insane desire I immediately open my mouth and slide it over his cock as he continues to undress, from the corner of my eye I can see the other men start to remove their clothes as if waiting for their boss, and I suppose now my boss, to have the first go at me. As I continue to suck on his cock two cocks enter my vision on either side and I rise my hands and gab them and start to stroke them, my own cock straining in its cage as I wish it were my own I was stroking.

He suddenly pulls out of my mouth and the other two men step back and understanding I climb onto the bed and lost in lust stick my ass out invitingly as he climbs on behind me.

"Please sir, fuck my ass sir." I surprise myself as I speak, why am I enjoying this do much? I moan as he roughly enters my ass, my moans quickly muffled by one of the cocks I was stroking and seeing the other I reach out and begin stroking it once again as I'm fucked from both ends. Overwhelmed, my cock strains painfully in its prison as i move my hips to push his cock deeper into me and hungrily sucking on the cock in my mouth, feeling cum filling my ass and mouth I'm quickly brought to an earthshaking orgasm but as the two cocks are replaced by more members of the crowd I have no time to recover as pleasure builds up inside once again as I'm continued to be roughly fucked by an endless stream of men.

I lay exhausted on the mattress soaked in my own cum from several orgasms, breathing hard, covered in cum, my stretched ass leaking a continuous flow of cum, my mouth filled with the lingering taste of cum, barely conscious I watch as the camera archives my used body, my tired face a mixture of shame, humiliation and joyful bliss.

"Rest up whore, you'll have a busy first day paying off all that debt tomorrow." As I'm left alone I quickly fall unconscious into a deep sleep, my body and mind to tired to manage anything else. As I drift off into my much needed rest a small thought manages to come into my mind, maybe it's not so bad that my ransom wasn't paid, part of me even looks forward to the next time.

Epilogue:

I watch the new video of my former boyfriend being spitroasted by two men and stroke my cock. A year ago I was in a lot of debt with the wrong people and they kidnapped him as collateral and incentive to pay him what I owed but I didn't have the money. At first I wanted to save him as I watched them beat and fuck him but over time the videos just turned me on, especially the first gangbang, as he choked on cock after cock, while his newly installed chastity cage swung back and forth as he tried to get hard while several cocks fucked his ass.

The arrangement worked out well in the end, with me unable to pay they kept him and regularly send me videos of him held imprisoned in the room, chained to the bed and being whored out or used to make porn, which the only time he ever leaves the room, to pay off my debt, one which will take years if not decades to clear. I enjoy watching him get used and abused, tied up and fucked, beaten and tortured, so much that I've managed to replace my gambling addiction with it and have managed to stay debt free since.

Considering how much he is moaning and begging and his cock is straining in its cage as he bounces up and down riding a strangers cock, I think he enjoys how things worked out as well.