Prologue: My fate

In the darkness I lay naked on an old mattress, covered in dirt, sweat, drool and dried cum, bound in shackles and chains, my cock sealed shut in a cold steel chastity cage, my mouth permanently held open by a huge ring gag, locked away in an empty room containing nothing else except a thin blanket, a small bowl that lives under a tap that allows a limited amount of water to fill the bowl and is my only source of water and a bucket and loo roll for a toilet, which gets emptied every few days. The only thing that I can see in the darkness is a small screen like an electric clock that displays how long I have been locked up in my cell, the screen reads 147 days 7 hours 45 minutes and 22 seconds, it has been three days since I've seen my master, 4 days since he brought me food, my stomach groans for food but I’ve gotten used to the feeling of being hungry, dirty and cold and it’s been over 147 days since I've seen anyone else. I hear the clicking of a lock, as the door that was hidden in the darkness and out of reach due to my chains opens a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flashes on blinding me, as I get used to seeing light again I rise to my knees as my master walks in like he always does, naked with his cock hard, I long for him to come to me pleased to have company once again and wanting to please him.

200 days earlier:

Chapter one: The club:

I look out over the crowd of people in the bdsm nightclub looking for the target big John, an untouchable crime lord who even has the police under his thumb, until a few days ago no one could even think of investigating him but I'd found a lead that my boss couldn't ignore, now I'm undercover and my job is to get close to big John. The crowds were full of different people some in casual clothing like me, some in full rubber suits, some in leather, some barely wearing anything, several in costumes, even a few in animal suits, all of them were either dancing or casually drinking at tables, some even kneeling on the floor next to their masters and mistresses as they drink and chat to others. At the front various acts take place with pole and cage dancers, strippers, bondage art performances, slave whippings, even slave auctions, etc. Through the crowd I see my target leaning on the bar, I walk up to him and slid into a space next to him. Big John raises a hand and the bar tender comes over instantly knowing who he was.

"another drink and something for the gentleman next to me." The smile and turn to him, it looks like getting close to him won't be a problem. He turns to face me with a smile

“so, I you new here?”

Several hours later and slightly drunk I exit the club with big John, he insists on getting me home safe, as we walk to the pavement a limo pulls up and he opens the door to let me in, having never been in one before and a bit to drunk I excitedly dive in. In the limo big John begins asking me questions.

"so what sort of things are you into?" My mind now without restraint makes answers.

"lots of things bondage, sex slavery, imprisonment, cages, chastity, domestic service, humiliation, enforced nudity, chains, ropes, etc" at this big John smiled, clearly I have impressed him and hopefully caught his interest.

"that is quite a list. Do you want to come back to mine for a bit of bondage fun." I jump at the chance to get this close to the target and immediately agree.

"yes sir that would be great."

The limo drives up a long driveway that leads the a grand entrance of a large house. Big John helps me out of the car and walks me to the door.

"before we start would you like a drink."

"just a water please." At this he walks away and returns with a glass of water. He leads me upstairs to his bedroom and orders me to strip, I obey slowly, part of me is embarrassed about revealing myself so soon but my cock starts to harden betraying my true feelings. Once I'm undressed big John brings out some thick white rope and ties my hands and then my feet, he then gently lowers me to the floor so that I'm laying on my stomach, once down he ties my hands and feet together in a hogtie.

"is that to tight for you?"

"no sir."

"good, then I can do this." At those words the feel a rubber ball press against my lips, knowing that he wished to gag me I complied and opened my mouth wide allowing him to fill it with the ball gag.