By Chain Slave

I arrived in Columbia a couple of hours early so decided to go and have my hair cut. As usual the barber was a talkative person who worked as he spoke. Being new in town it soon came out in the conversation that I was assigned to the precinct there. Before long my head was shaved on the sides and back in a neat tight military style.

I arrived at the precinct on time for the afternoon shift change and was shown into the meeting where the day’s cases were to be discussed. All went smoothly as can be expected. I was introduced to the guys in the shift. Steve, the officer running the meeting, said he would be partnering me on the first few shifts to assess me. I was naturally nervous as I slid into the squad car. The officer climbed into the drive seat and as we took off he said, “My brother said he would be sending me a hot one.”

I felt myself turn red and glanced at him. I could see the similarities in two brothers. The shift went smoothly and we had about an hour to go when a call came through to attend to a house break. We arrived on the scene as most of the other police were leaving. We took a look around the scene and decided to leave as everyone had already gone. As I stepped on one of the floorboards I heard a hollow sound and stopped.

I pulled the mat away covering the floorboards and found a trapdoor. I yelled out to Steve, who hurried over and instructed me to go down into the basement but not touch anything as it may have been missed by the other officers.

I went down first and called for Steve to come down. The place looked like some kind of dungeon. I opened a closet and found an array of rubber and leather clothing. As I ran my hands over them I felt my dick starting to get hard. I was as hard as a rock as I saw an exact replica of my uniform but in leather. Steve chuckled as he noticed and remarked how right his brother was. Steve picked up a stainless steel slave collar and tossed it over to me and said, here try this on. I played role and said only if you will be my master. Steve just laughed and said, come on I know you want to. I stood in front of him and started to fit the collar around my neck. He told me to wait and said, shouldn’t you be on your knees. I laughed out loud and said, you are joking are you.

I complied for the fun of it and knelt down in front of him. I placed the collar around my neck and pushed it closed. The collar was too tight, but Steve walked behind me and pushed it, the collar clicked as it closed tightly around my neck. I felt around the collar for some kind of hole for a key or catch. All I could feel as I started to panic was a solid heavy cold steel band. I started to get to my feet and asked Steve to take it off. His whole demeanor change as he ordered me to stay on my knees and said, “Slavery is not something that a slave can get out of, it’s permanent. You were the one that followed the instructions without hesitation or resistance. Now you have to live with it.”

I found myself looking down at the floorboards as he spoke and replied, “Sir yes Sir.”

Steve came over to me with a pile of leather and rubber clothing. He ordered me to strip down and try on the leather uniform. I stood up and followed his orders. It fitted but just. I put my duty belt on and laced up my boots before I walked over to the mirror and flexed my biceps, filling the uniform. My cock was rock hard and very visible in the tight uniform. Steve walked over and stood behind me as I stared into the mirror. He was much taller and more muscular than me. His huge hand came in front of me and he squeezed my hard cock as he said, “You are all mine now.”

How the fuck had this happened to me so fast? I was owned and under the spell of a man I had fantasized about all my life.

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