Becoming Chastity Ch. 01

"That would be great sir. I would love the opportunity." I said as I reached out to shake his hand. He gave a slight smirk as he returned the offer. Wow, what a grip he had. If I didn't know any better, I'd have guessed he was trying to break my hand.

"I tell you what; you meet me here Wednesday evening. It will take me a day or two to do your background check. If all goes well, I'll have a position for you." He then leaned into me. "I'm not going to find anything funny on the background check, am I?"

"No sir, I have nothing to hide. You should find a clean slate." With that, we parted ways and I left the bar.

On the ride home, I felt excited and nervous at the same time. It hadn't occurred to me during the interview, but the man didn't mention one thing about the bartending job. He didn't ask if I'd done work like that before or not. I know the ad said no experience required, but one would think that might still get brought up. I shrugged it off and tried to be excited about joining the work force again. Once again earning my own money and paying my delinquent bills. Maybe move forward to a relationship with April.

For the next two days, I did nothing but wait. I didn't have money to do anything. The little bit of gas in the car was saved to return to the bar. It was driving me crazy not knowing for sure if I'd gotten the position or not. For all I knew, a better suited person came along after me. However, Wednesday finally arrived.

I spent a few hours trying to look my best. I made my hair nice and neat. I shaved what little facial hair I had, so hopefully I had that clean shaven look. I decided to wear one of my best pairs of slacks with a maroon button up dress shirt. My good shoes were shined and I hope I looked the part. After a bit past five o'clock, I locked my house up and headed for the bar.

Just as it had been the other day, the parking lot was near deserted. There was: A car, pick-up, and an old school chopper style motorcycle. I parked my car at the back of the lot so it would be shaded by the trees. I locked it up and began walking towards the bar.

Once again, no one was in the main bar area. I wondered if he only opened this place after dark. The only noise was the faint sound of country music being played somewhere in the back. I walked in and headed for the rear of the bar. I figured I'd peer around the corner to see If saw someone. Just as I was about to lean my head around the corner, my face came into contact with the giant belly of Harley. He was trying to make his way out of the doorway.

"What the..." He stammered. He looked down and saw what his belly had bumped into. "Err...didn't hear anyone come in. What can I do fer ya?"

I didn't get a chance to respond.

"Oh, ain't you the...yea, yer the one the boss been waitin' fer." Harley grabbed me by the shoulder and guided me across the room to a booth. He didn't bother to ask me to sit down. Instead he used his giant hand to push me into the seat. I had no idea if he intended to be that rough. I'm sure the man didn't know his own strength. "Boss will be with ya in a bit." He turned and walked to the back room.

I sat there for a long time, probably close to half an hour. My mind wondered what was going on. Had Harley forgotten to tell him? Was Mr. Marshall simply tied up? Maybe he had someone else back there he was interviewing. I thought I'd pretty much gotten the job, but what it I was wrong. What if I had misunderstood him? I was too anxious to sit any longer. I slid across the booth and was about to stand when he appeared in the doorway.

"Please, don't get up." Marshall said walking over to the booth. I settled back down and slid back across the bench. He didn't take the seat across from me. Instead, he made his was across the room to the bar. "I was in high hopes you'd show back up. I was just back there finishing up a few items for your position." He said walking behind the bar. I couldn't believe it. It sounded to me like I had gotten the job. I really should wait to see what the man had to say, but I wanted to be certain of what he was saying.

"So I get the job? My background came back good?" I asked. I may have seemed a little too eager, but the worrying I'd done the past few days would be over if so.

"You did indeed pass my background check. Everything you said checked out. You've exceeded my expectations." He said sitting a glass onto the bar.

I was ecstatic, I had gotten the job. Soon, with enough hours and tips, I'd be able to catch my bills up. Marshall seemed happy too, he had an odd smile on his face as he poured a drink from a bottle stashed under the bar.

"Oh, thank you so much for this Mr. Marshall. I'll work as hard as I can for you."

"I have no doubt that you will." He said. He grabbed the glass he filled and a bottle of beer from behind the counter. "I look forward to seeing your potential when your training starts." He moved around the bar and back of to my booth. He placed the filled glass in front of me and then took the seat opposite me.

"I just want you to know I can begin as soon as possible. Just let me know what I need to do." I said to him.

"You'll begin soon enough. Right now, let's have a drink." He said popping the cap off his beer.

He then gestured to the drink in front of me. I was very eager to get started with the new position. I didn't know I'd be offered a drink though. I mean, I still had the drive home to think about. I believe he sensed I was uneasy about taking the drink.

"One drink won't hurt you. This is just something I like to do before I induct someone. Just have this one drink with me."

I decided what the hell. The man has given me a job. I can at least have a drink with him. I reach out and pick up the glass. I asked him what kind of drink it was as I put it to my nose for a sniff. He told me it was a house drink he'd made up. He held his beer out for me to clack my glass against. I do so and then we both drink. He finished his beer and I killed the entire glass. It had a strong bitter taste to it. Not like any drink I'd tried before. The man glared at me with an intense look in his eye. A crooked smile crossed his as I put the empty glass down on the table.

"That has a wild taste to it." I said to him. I really wanted some water or something to wash the taste away. I couldn't believe a house drink would taste this badly. Were there others who enjoyed drinking this?

"Yes, but the effects of it are amazing." He said standing up. "Now, I've got to run back here for a few minutes. You just sit back and relax and I'll be with you in a little bit." He grabbed his beer and made his way to the backroom. I asked if he had intensions to begin training me tonight. He didn't answer me; he turned and gave me a little smirk then disappeared into the back room.

I would say within the first couple of minutes I began to feel different. Not the usual way alcohol makes you feel. My body began to feel heavy. It felt like everything was going numb. Something was wrong. No drink had ever hit me like this. I felt like I needed to get outside and get some air. With all the strength I could muster, I got up from the booth. When I got to my feet, I staggered across the room until I collided with a table. I grabbed onto one of the chairs to try to keep myself from falling, but both the chair and I fell to the floor. What was wrong with me? Was it that drink? What had the man put in it to get me like this? I tried with all my might to get up, to move. The door was only a few feet away. I tried to tell my body to crawl towards it, but it was not responding.

"Hey boss, yer new toys tryin' to make a run fer it." I heard Harley say. What were they talking about? What new toy? My head was facing towards the door, so I couldn't see him. I heard what sounded like two sets of feet walking across the floor. They stopped just behind me.

"It's so cute when they try to get away. This one got further than I would have guessed, but was still too weak to make it all the way. I knew this would be a weak little bitch."

Marshall leaned down and picked up my arm. He raised it and then let it fall back to the floor. It landed with a thud. I had no control over slowing or stopping its decent. I was completely paralyzed. What had this person done to me? Why was he doing this to me?

"Harley, I believe this one's ready to be prepped." He then leaned down to where he was only an inch or two from my ear. "I'll see you in a bit, little sissy."

I heard one of them leave, I assumed it was Marshall. Then I was lifted off of the floor and flung of the giant shoulder of Harley. I bounced up and down as he carried me across the bar and into the back room. I couldn't exactly see where we were going. I was unable to move my head, and my eyes were fixed on the floor. We passed through a curtain and then proceeded down a long and narrow hallway. He stopped and I heard the sound of keys being pulled from his pocket. I heard a deadbolt being unlocked and we proceeded through the doorway.

Once through it, he turned to shut and relock the door. He then carried me down a flight of stairs. I was being taken underground. The light grew dimmer and dimmer. I'm guessing he knew his way around down here, so he didn't need much light. The stairs stopped at a long hallway that he walked down. He then proceeded to take various turns in this labyrinth. He finally turned and stepped into one of the rooms.

Once inside, I was sat down on a bench that was against the wall. He then walked over and shut the large metal door. Taking the keys, he relocked it, essentially trapping me in the room with him. My heart was racing, but whatever was in that drink still kept me from moving.

Harley came back and slung me back over his shoulder. I was carried to the back of the room and laid out on a large table. He moved around to the end of the table where my feet were. He lifted my right foot and removed my shoe and sock. He did the same thing with the left. Moving around to my left side, he grabbed a pair of scissors off of a table next to me. I began to panic; I had no idea what he had planned to cut with them. He pulled my shirt tail out of my pants and used the scissors to cut my shirt from the bottom to the top. With a couple of extra snips at the sleeves, the shirt was stripped from me. He laid the scissors down and then grabbed my belt buckle. With a little tug, the belt was removed from the loops and it was tossed aside.

He then grabbed the button that had my pants fastened. I could hear the button pop open and the zipper being undone. He moved back down to my feet and tugged at my pant legs until they slipped off my bottom and down my legs. He tossed those aside and then moved to my last remaining piece of clothing. Picking up the scissors, he cut both the left and right side of my boxers and they too were stripped from me. I was now lying stark naked in front of this man.

He began to look me over. He grabbed my jaw and moved my head to the left and right. He then began to feel and pinch my nipples. He guided his hand down my torso and then stopped at my crotch. With one hand, he picked up my sac and with the other hand he began to playfully pat the underside of them. He then pinched the head of my cock with his thumb and index finger. His eyes studied it hard as he jiggled it back and forth.

"Boss figured you weren't much of a man. Looks like he weren't wrong. No way this little thang is gonna be pleasin' anyone." Harley said.

He moved back around to the other side of the table and picked me up again. I was carried to the back of the room where there was a large shower. I was sat on the floor with my back leaned up against the shower wall. Harley walked over to a cabinet and produced a large spray can of some sort. He gave it a few quick shakes like a can of spray paint and then unleashed the contents onto my body. It was some sort of white foamy stuff, similar to shaving cream. He applied it on thick and all over my body from my neck down to my toes. He even took a little bit and carefully applied it to my facial area.

After he was done, he put the can back into the cabinet. I watched as he began to gather up my belongings. He removed my keys, phone, and wallet from my pants pockets and then tosses everything into a basket. He then took it across the room to the door.

"Don't be gettin' any ideas now. I'll be back in a little bit to finish ya off. You be good now." He said to me as he unlocked the door.

Harley disappeared into the hallway and shut the door behind him. A moment later, the sound of the deadbolt sliding back into place could be heard. I now had nothing. He had stripped me of my clothes and possessions. There's no telling where he's taking them too. Even if I could move, there was nothing to cover myself up with. I tried as hard as i could to get my body to move.

The drugs affect as still hindering me. All I could do was just sit there with this foam all over my body. I had no idea what the purpose of it was. I wasn't sure if it was my body or the solution, but it felt tingly. I could hear it as the stuff popped and sizzled on my skin. I must have sat there for about half an hour. I couldn't be for sure; there was no clock in the room that i could see. I finally heard the lock being undone and watched Harley reenter the room.

After relocking the door, he came over and did a quick check of me. I guess he was satisfied with whatever he was doing. He moved over to the right side of me and I heard him twist a knob on the wall. It gave a screech as he twisted it. A few seconds later, water was pouring down on me. The water was so cold, causing my nipples to harden. The shower began to wash away the white foam. Harley then got a water hose and also began to rinse me off. He sprayed me in the face. I tried to keep water from getting into my mouth, but i wasn't able to keep it fully closed. He moved down my chest and torso until coming to my private region. I think he was enjoying the torture as he aimed the water stream right at my balls.

"Well, looks like that hair remover did the job." Harley said.

Did Harley just say hair remover? Had he really just used that stuff to remove my body hair? I tried to look down at myself, but my head was tilted back. I think he noticed me trying to look. He crossed over to me and tilted my head down. Just as he had said, it was gone; leg hair, pubic hair, everything the cream had touched. I was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Why was this happening to me? I wanted to ask him what all of this was for, but the drug wouldn't allow me to talk yet. I wanted to cry, and cry out of help. But he had taken me way underground where I'm sure anyone who might be able to help me, wouldn't hear my pleas.

Harley grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry me off. He picked me up and carried me back over to the table where I was laid face down. My cheeks were spread apart and he cleaned between them with a towel. He wasn't trying to be delicate with me either. A few moments later he stopped wiping.

"Now that's a girly little ass." he said as he gave my bottom a slap with his hand. I then heard him rummaging around in the cabinet.

He walked back up next to me and I heard something make a pop. He had taken the cap off of something and was pouring it on my back and down to my legs. With his large hands, he rubbed the stuff into my skin. It had a sweet smell to it. I figured it had to be a lotion of some sort. He rubbed it all over my back side before he flipped me back over where i was now laying on my back. Sure enough, the bottle he was holding was a bright pink bottle of lotion. It looked like some kind a girl would use. He continued to do my front side until i was completely covered me in the lotion. He returned the bottle to the cabinet and went and washed his hands off at the sink.

"You and I are done fer now." he said as i was once again flung over his shoulder like a rag doll. He unlocked the door and we exited back out into the hallway. We walked a short distance and then proceeded down another hallway to another door at the end. He gave a few short knocks. I heard a voice on the other side, a female voice. It told him to enter and he took me into the room. My view was at the floor, so I couldn't see who he was talking to.

"So, this is Marshall's new bitch toy, huh?" the girl asked.

"That's right. I done got all the hair off n' got the lotion on. Its yer turn with this one." Harley said to her.

"Put the bitch in the chair. I'll put the restraints on." she said.

Harley moved around a table and I was swung around to where I could see what chair she was talking about. It looked just like a barber's chair, with the pedal to raise and lower it. It was positioned right in front of a large mirror with all kinds of stuff on the table below it. I was sat down and he slid me up to where i was in a proper sitting position. He then leaned his face close to mine. I could smell his foul breath as his eyes starred into mine.

"This here is Alicia. She's gonna be helpin' ya get ready fer boss. If you try anything stupid, I will personally beat yer little ass black and blue. Since you ain't talkin' yet, I'll assume you get my drift. So I suggest you be on your best behavior." He then leaned back up and told her to go ahead. He then turned and left the room.

"Well, with Harley's little threat, I shouldn't have to worry about you trying to start any shit." she said moving into my line of sight.

She was a beautiful girl, by the looks of her about mid-twenties. She had long blond hair with a lot of body. It was about shoulder length and styled. She wore thick eye shadow that really brought out the blue in her eyes. She was dressed in a white top with skin tight white spandex looking pants and heels. Her expression told me she was not to be played with.

"Now then," she said walking over to the chair. "My job is to see how pretty I can make you."

She was going to try and make me...pretty? I then heard what sounded like handcuffs. She was in fact securing me to the chair. She did both my feet, and then she shackled my wrists to the armrest of the chair. I thought this to be pointless since i couldn't move anyways. However, I thought that since she was taking such precautions, perhaps the drug would be wearing off pretty soon.

"Now let me have a look at you." she said grabbing my face. She twisted it left and right, studying it. "I think you'll be a pretty little bitch when i get done with you. You already kind of have a girly little body going on." she snickered. She brought her attention to my groin area. She grabbed the tip of my dick between her two fingers, just as Harley had done. "This sure as hell isn't a manly cock. Looks to me like an oversized clit." She said laughing to herself. I felt so humiliated. However, worse was to come. She twisted the chair so that I was now looking at the mirror.

She started with my hair. It wasn't actually my hair. She went over to a closet and pulled out a large box. I watched as she searched through it until she found what she was looking for. There was a light blond wig she pulled from the box. She then took it and laid it on top my head. It was shoulder length, similar to hers, with bangs. She played with it for a few seconds before saying that it definitely suited me. She then took some pins and secured it firmly to the top of my head.

Once she felt it was well secured, she shook my head back and forth watching the hair dance to the motion. It looked very realistic, just as if it were my hair. Next she turned to the stuff on the table holding all the make-up. She began to paint all kinds of that junk onto my face. I don't know what all she used, but it included; blush, mascara, eyeliner, and then ended with a thick application of hot pink lipstick. Once satisfied with my face, she took some hot pink polish and painted my finger and toenails.