I couldn't believe it the day that I won the lottery, it was so much money, I don't even know what to spend it all on, I went on a few trips and brought a few expensive things like a big TV but I've finally figured it out. Really I thought of it the moment I won but I thought that there must be something better to spend this money on but no every time I spent it on something the desire just got bigger. Now here I was, standing outside my new home and with my new staff waiting to do their job, a job they'll be paid well for considering how strange it is but you know what they say, money can buy you anything.
The entrance to my new home didn't look like much, just a set of stairs leading to a bare concrete corridor deep underground, as I reach the bottom of it dim lights flicker on triggered by the motion sensors. I continue down the corridor and follow it round a series of turns designed to disoriente those who enter and also block out the slightest breeze, smell of fresh air, beam of sunlight or sound of the outdoors. I finally reach the end of the long corridor where a man in a smart uniform similar to a prison officers unlocked a big heavy metal door, both with a pin code, key card and a key, only official personal will ever enter this area. I step through and the door immediately shuts and locks, with the sound of the key turning moments later, I look back and see that as instructed there is no keypad or way of unlocking the door from this side, only an intercom where an ever changing password is required to be given to be let out. My heart starts to race as I continue to walk farther into the underground building, I'm quickly greeted by four men, one my lawyer, another the manager of this facility and two other guards.
"Welcome sir. I have to ask one more time, are you sure about this?" A bit nervous I clear my throat qnd compose myself
"Yes." My lawyer gives a slight say.
"Well then lets begin." At this the manager steps forward
"This way sir." He turns and I follow, the two guards quickly moving behind me. I'm guided into an almost empty room containing a table.
"Strip." I hesitate slightly but do as I'm told and undo my trousers, as I do the manager speaks.
"From here on you are a prisoner here, you will be naked and restrained at all times, you will be in your cell for 23 hours a day, you will be let out one hour a day for exercise and once a week for a hosing cleaning and your medical check up. Your food will be delivered to your cell once a day and water three times a day, you will have a bucket for your waste, your bucket and toilet roll will be replaced once a week. Any disobedience will be punished and any attempt to escape will be responded to with loss of food and exercise privileges. You will be earning your keep by having your imprisonment streamed live and any viewer can donate money to either give you a little shock or to come and visit you, when they do you are to behave and follow there exact instructions, any complaints will be met with punishment. Do you understand?" By now I have finished undressing and feel the cold air on my skin.
"Yes I understand sir." At this the two guards walk up to me holding a heavy set of shackles and chains which they quickly place around my wrists and ankles, each shackle is connected by a small thick chain to a longer chain which goes from the floor all the way up to my neck where a heavy metal collar is, which the guards close around my neck. I feel the cold metal of the custom built shackles now locked onto me, they were made specifically to fit my measurements and the feel of them now makes my cock twitch and begin to harden.
Suddenly I feel an electric shock in my collar in surprise I fall to my knees and grip my collar
"No erections are allowed, for that you will be punished." Before I could recover I'm quickly pulled to my feet by the two guards and the manager quickly forces my cock into a small chastity cage and locks it in place, my cock instantly tests its new confinement. The manager grabs another heavy chain that is attached to my collar and begins to walk pulling me along, with no choice I follow him, my restraints slowing me down and the chains rattle as I walk. As I reach the cell that is to be my home I start to panic slightly and halt as the manager tugs hard on my chain to get me to move.
"This is your one warning prisoner!"
"No, I..." I never got to finish my sentence as another powerful shock cut me off, the sudden pain giving him the opportunity to drag my into my cell where he locks the end of the chain to the far wall and without a word walks away. I come to my senses as he reaches the door
"wait, please I've..." once again my pleas are interrupted, this time by the slamming and locking of the heavy metal cell door leaving me alone, just as I had paid for. I tug on my chain securing me to the wall but it achieved nothing except make my caged cock hurt. Defeated I sit back against the wall and close my eyes relaxing in my new home.
Epilogue:
I don't know how long I've been here but things haven't gone as planned, today my bucket has finally been emptied after a month, I'd been given a hosing clean, I've been given a full meal and my water doesn't taste of piss, so it must be the once a month visit from my lawyer to make sure everything is being run properly, they always put on a show for him. I'm released from my cell for the first time in a month and given a medical check, groomed and have my nails cut very short so that I can't attack anyone with them and am made to exercise, with my chains still on of course but most days I spend all day in my cell, meals aren't as regular as they should be and are normally just scraps rather than a full meal and my bucket is often just left to stink out the cell, only emptied when my lawyer visits or when the guards can't stand it on the other side of the heavy metal door or on request from visitors.
I seem get a decent amount of viewers as I am treated to regular shocks and get visited often, normally to be fucked, in the ass or throat, ass to mouth, spit roasted, gangbanged, you name it I've done it or more accurately it's been done to me but sometimes they just want to torture me with whips, electric shocks, face slapping, stomach punching, ball kicking, pins under my fingernails, etc, my back has markings from some very brutal whippings and I currently have a split lip from a heavy slap. I'm regularly restrained in uncomfortable positions and sometimes left like that when they leave, with my guards not releasing me until they see fit or another visitor comes to see me, normally by then I'm laying or sitting in my own piss, which I'm then normally made to lick up. Sometimes I'm used as a toilet, made to drink piss and lick dirty assholes clean and sometimes very rarely they even make me wear a strap on and fuck them. Not to mention the regular use I get from the guards, it was never part of their job description but after a couple of months seeing me get used they got bored of standing guard and every now and then enter my cell to fuck me or have some fun with me in other ways, they enjoy learning from my visitors.
My chastity has never been removed, that seems to be a permanent punishment and my balls are now swollen and blue and I'm constantly horny and leaking pre cum, weirdly the worst is after eating, I'm starting to suspect that my food is being spiked with viagra or something to keep me horny and frustrated. Another punishment that I received during my first few weeks is a permanent ring gag to prevent me from begging to be released, not once has it been unlocked and removed.
I'd long ago given up fighting or thinking of escape, the punishments were very harsh, lose of meals for a week and a long whipping and sometimes additional restraints like my chastity cage and ring gag, this is my life now, I chose it and now I'm here forever. The staff were supposed to follow my instructions but I guess that money can't buy everything and now I'm trapped here alone, naked, broken, used, degraded, frustrated, cold and starving, a neglected prisoner and sex slave in a prison that I designed, built and fund, with no way out. But the most frightening part about it is that although it's not what I wanted part of me actually likes it, as if this is what I really wanted deep down, not some prisoner life where I'm looked after and regularly cleaned and feed but this.