By Chain slave

Strike 3, the beginning.

Message from Chainslave – It could so easily be, if only tops were man enough to carry through with their threats and promises.

My mind was racing. I was excited, apprehensive, (actually shitting myself) and trying to think how I was going to get through the weekend and then another whole week.

I needed to release my load as I desperately checked the solid locks denying me.

I collapsed onto my bed, head still spinning and as horny as hell. I kept checking the time as the hours moved on and sleep refusing to comfort me, I thought I may as well embrace my situation and accept my much begged for status as a slave. The last time I checked it was 02h23.

I woke up early in the morning with my cock straining in its tiny cage. I was trying desperately to think of anything other than my immediate dilemma, but the constant pain made it impossible. Thinking of the phrase I had heard so often “resistance if futile.” Reminding myself to relish it as I knew it’s what I truly wanted.

I had slept on the top of my bed still fully dressed as I was the night before, boots tightly laced and in my new bleachers. I put the kettle on to get my morning fix. I checked my messages and there was one, two hours ago demanding a cage check photo in fifteen minutes. Fuck! I propped up my phone and pulled my cage out of the zipper and snapped a shot. I saw Hans was online and sent the pic. I could see he opened the message. He then asked for a full-length picture, so I complied.

A minute later the phone rang, a video call from Hans, I hesitated then answered. He looked fucking great, he explained that he had just come back from the gym and asked how I had slept. I tried to answer but he cut me short saying he was just trying to be polite and did not really care if I had had a good night or not. He told me he had a full day planned for me and that my first errand was to go and have my head shaved. It would not be that difficult as I worked as a bailiff and had normally worn my hair very short. It has grown out a bit, so a totally clean shave was going to stand out. He said I should go dressed as I was and ensure its shaved smooth. I was to then get a couple of beers and come home and set up my laptop and message him when setup.

First things first, I took off my new Tshirt to figure out what it said. Google translate helped, “Sklave” is Slave which covered my back and “Verschlossener Junge” is Locked boy across my chest. I consoled myself knowing that no one would understand but still felt embarrassed.

I headed out and went for a quick shave. Nothing untoward happened and I felt quite confident when I got back home. I set up my laptop and as instructed sent Hans a message. He asked if I had any sort of remote access programs running on my laptop and to allow him access. I did as he asked and set up the video feed as well. Now he could see what I was doing on the laptop, and we could hear and see each other. We went into a bondage equipment site and looked at wrist and ankle restraints. I told him I already had a good set, as well as Ice locks. We then looked at solid steel collars and found one with a dual locking system. You could either use a traditional padlock or it could use an e clip which would basically make it permanent. Hans asked me to measure my neck, and he ordered it. He told me to fill in my banking details to complete the transaction. My dick was straining as I did as was told, the unexplained control he had over me was something new to me and I was loving the feeling of not being able to say no to Hans. He then took over my laptop and ordered the matching wrist shackles however they did not have a normal locking option there were springs and pins that push up making it permanent with no way to remove.

He ordered me to drink the beers I had bought and to leave my laptop on and make sure I was back by 20h00 and signed off with have a good day.

I passed out on the couch constantly aware of the little light flashing of my laptop camera, so I got up and drank the 6 beers I had bought. I had set my alarm for 10pm and woke up a couple minutes before still slightly drunk. Hans was already there waiting and ordered me to shower and get back into the same clothes. Once I had done as was told I was to go out for the night and send him cage checks every hour on the hour till Sunday morning 06h00 and I was to make sure to get my background in and make sure at least 1 person was visible.

Needless to say, an uneventful night of drinking was had, I did most of my cage checks at the bar after 00h00. I arrived home just before 01h00 and did my cage check on my balcony hoping that cars driving past would count as people and went to bed.

Sunday morning hangover was cut short by a phone call. Fuck its Hans again. I answered knowing full well I had not done the last cage checks. Hans sat there smugly as he prescribed my punishment. I was to fetch my Ice locks, wrist restraints, strip naked and take my laptop to the balcony. He reckoned 4 hours in the cold would sober me up while he had some fun. I was ordered to lock on the restraints, lock my wrists with ice locks to the railing so that I faced the laptop on the balcony. Without hesitation I complied. Once secure I watched as he started recording me. Without a word he sent a video clip via whatsapp to one of my friends. I could see he was online, and my message was not opened. I begged Hans to please delete the message. He said I could once I got free. I watched as he sat there in my laptop checking all my work-related emails and contacts. Fortunately, time passed, and the ice melted, and I had managed to delete the message before it was opened.

I collected everything off the balcony and put the Ice locks back in the freezer. There was a knock at the door. I peeped through the peephole, and it was the UPS delivery guy. I grabbed the first thing I could and shouted “I am coming” as I pulled on a jockstrap (I thought fuck fuck that’s not appropriate) when the reply came back. “I doubt it”??

Without thinking I jerked the door open standing there with a jockstrap on and still wearing my wrist restraints. I could feel myself going bright red.

He had a smirk on his face as he shook the box saying. “I guess it’s some more bondage items, judging by your public display on your balcony. Let’s open up the box. I am interested to see.” He was already opening the box before I could answer. He pulled out the ordered items. Wrist and ankle shackles as well as a thick steel collar. I went to my laptop to check as I was sure this was not the one we had looked at. Hans had changed the order and had gone for the thicker ones on everything. There was also a pair of latex shorts with an open front and a built-in massive plug.

The UPS guy was grinning from ear to ear and said “come on let’s get you into your new gear” I told him my Master had ordered the items so I should wait for his instructions. Much to my relief he nodded and simply asked me to sign for the package and left. My phone rang again, as expected it was Hans. He said he had seen that the package had arrived, and it was time to get me ready for my last week as a working man and the start to my remaining life as an owned slave with no possibility of freedom or release. I was still in two minds about the plans, was it what was truly going to happen or just roll play. Everything that had happened up to now was sort of agreed and discussed. He could see my hesitation and held up the keys to my chastity, reminding me of the power he has over my life. He ordered me to fit the shackles around my wrists, once again my dick was in control of my mind and I had no hesitation fitting the shackles around my wrists, hearing the steel pins snap into place permanently drove me further down the path to wanting to be a slave. He said I would be able to hide them with long sleeves while at work, but I promised to wear short sleeves for the week. I wanted to be exposed as a slave and found myself begging him to give me the order to wear short sleeves. He ordered me to do so and to send him pics of my shackles and cage while at work. He then told me to check in with him in the morning prior to leaving for work. I asked if he was not going to want me to wear the collar to work as well. He said he would make that decision later and ordered me to get some rest, adding ominously “You never know what tomorrow may bring.”

That night as I got onto my bed still dressed I decided to move to the floor as slaves should not be on a bed. I was so fucking horny as I lay there playing with the collar. I wanted to sleep in it, I wanted it locked on permanently. I wanted to be a slave, I was born to serve a man and be his slave. I found a padlock and locked the collar on. It was tight fitting, solid and heavy as hell. I put the key in my pocket and slowly fell into a blissful sleep hoping I would soon be what I was destined to be.

I woke up rested with a straining dick tightly locked in strict chastity, my wrists shackled in permanent cuffs, the collar locked nice and tight and tightly booted. I stood in front of the mirror as I removed the collar and stripped. I jumped into the shower to get ready for work. As I turned on the water the phone rang. I went back into the living room to answer the phone. It was Hans, “Sir yes Sir” I answered. There was no good morning or greeting, “Who said you could shower, yes I am watching you through the laptop. Get your uniform get dressed, leave your locked dick sticking through your zipper and get your boots back on you will wear them to work. You can allow your pants to cover them to where your work boots normally show.” I had already got my uniform out and the short sleeve shirt was last year’s shirt, so it was tight around my biceps and across my chest. Because it was summer uniform it was open at the neck. He ordered me to put the latex shorts on with the built in plug. It was bigger than I had ever used so it took a bit of grunting and groaning and a loud gasp as i sucked into place. I had tears in my eyes as I pulled the trousers up making sure my chastity was sticking out through the zipper. I pulled on my boots and tightened them as tight as possible as I was urged on by Hans constantly to make them tighter. He then said now for the collar, but this time use the e-clip. I closed the collar and lined up the e-clip. It was in place all I had to do was press on it and it would seat in place with a soft click and the collar would be sealed on forever. I moved towards my laptop and looked into the camera as I pressed down. I heard the click; it was soft yet had a huge impact. I looked in the mirror and tried to see if there was any way I could hide any of the collar. What the fuck had I done, there was no way to cover it up. Hans ordered me to get going to work and to open up my laptop when I arrived at work. I put my phone in the laptop bag tucked my locked cock into my trousers and headed out the door. I was exposed publicly with a thick collar locked around my neck. It was not as bad as I had thought, I was actually proud of myself and walked with my chest out to the train station. The commute takes about two hours, and I arrived at work on time. I was unpacking my laptop when a few of my colleagues walked in. The atmosphere was thick as the guys glared at me and I could see them talking openly about me. One of my friends walked past shouldering me out of his way and said, “you fucking faggot.” I thought to myself if this is about a simple collar, if only they knew the rest.” My cock was straining again. I opened my laptop and turned it on. I took my phone out to check my messages. Fuck there were over 50 messages. I opened the first one it was from my friend that had just almost knocked me over. All he said was “I should have known you were a faggot.” I scrolled up and realized why he had reacted like he had. Hans had taken video clips of me during the night, getting dressed and locking my collar on permanently as well as my chastity and sent it via whatsapp to my contacts. Fucking hell, I opened my laptop and opened my email program. My heart sank as I saw the last bit of my dignity vanish. He had sent pictures of me to my supervisor accompanied by a letter of resignation.

It was odd, I did not panic or have any anger in me. I was actually getting horny as I found myself squeezing my balls and grinding down on the plug that I had shoved up my arse. I scrolled through the video clips and found the one where I was getting my plug seated. I turned up the volume up as I stood up walked towards the exit. This was the start of my new life. I wanted it, I begged for it, and I was born to be a slave. My phone rang as I was leaving the building. It was Hans I answered, “Sir thank you Sir.”