The names Cal, I’m 27 and was recently single when my friend Jake started acting suspiciously. Jake and I worked together in construction. And normally after a long day we’d go out to the bar with some of the other guys and drink until we forgot about our shitty jobs. But lately Jake kept ditching out on us for the dumbest reasons. He’d say he had to feed a neighbors cat or pick his sisters kid up from practice. Today was something even more unbelievable.
“Hey Jake you coming tonight?” I asked per usual.
“Can’t tonight, I’m supposed to be getting a package later tonight that I have to sign for. Later!” He said walking over to his car. A package. At nighttime. This dumbass excuse peeked my interest even more and I decide to follow Jake wherever he was going.
I got in my car and waited for him to get around the corner before following him. I kept a good distance behind. Jake lived in an apartment building only a few minutes away, but after a few odd turns it was clear that wasn’t where he was heading.

I followed him just outside of the city to an empty junkyard. He gets out and looks around him, spotting my car. I’m about to duck down but he sees me and starts walking over.
“Cal what the hell?” I ask
 “What are you doing here man?” I ask rolling down my window.
“Why’d you follow me?” he asked
 “Answer the question!” I say
“Fuck, alright follow me but you can’t tell anyone. Nobody, understand?” Jake said getting serious.
“Yea dude whatever” I say getting out of my car.
Jake leads me into the junk yard. We walk past piles of shit and finally come to a large piece of scrap metal. Jake pushes it to the side and underneath it there is a door. Jake lifts it up revealing a ladder and starts climbing down.

“Come on dude, make sure you close the door on your way down” Jake says. I do as he says and follow him down the ladder. We end up in a tiny room, maybe the size of a public restroom. There are two large doors and a man in a mask standing in the middle with a gun and a bucket full of money. Above the right door it says “willing” above the left it says “unwilling”
“Hey George” Jake says to the man in the mask dropping around what looks to be $300 into the bucket. He looks at me and I pull out my wallet. I only have $120.
“You better pay me back man.” Jake says giving George the other $180 that I owe for some reason.
George nods to us and Jake takes us through the door that says “unwilling”
“Jake what the hell is this” I ask him as he leads me through the “unwilling” door and down a long dark hallway.

“You’ll see” He says as we keep walking. Finally we get to the room and my jaw drops.
Lined up against the left wall are young girls of all shapes and sizes chained up by collars in their bras and underwear. On the right wall are a eight doors leading to god knows where, and right in the middle of the room there are a bunch of bondage devices with young girls tied up to them, being fucked, and waiting to be fucked. Most crying, looking numb. My initial reaction is disgust but I look down and see that my cock is instantly hard, and so is Jakes.
“You can either use the public girls with other guys or you can take a girl from the wall to one of those rooms and do with her as you like. But since we paid premium you can actually take up to three girls at a time if you’d like.” Jake says to me. He instantly pulls out his cock and walks towards the middle of the room. I see him approach a skinny blonde white girl who’s in a pillory. He smacks her face and she opens her mouth for him. he starts fucking her face and I don’t even know where to start.
Part of me feels sick. Unwilling, means these girls are being held here against their will we’re… i didn’t even want to say it. I was sick that it turned me on so much. Seeing Jake fuck that young girls mouth god. She couldn’t have been older than 16.

I look over to the wall of girls and see an array of choices.