I look at Simon in disgust, the peasant just asked me out. Unlike the rest of us he got into the university by tax payers money, our money, unlike us he has no social connections, no financial portfolios, no respectable name, nothing, he's a nobody, and he has the audacity to ask me out on a date.

"You think I would go out with someone like you? Go back to your shack or whatever you live in." As I walk away my driver pulls up and after getting out opens my door for me. As I climb in I see the freeloader in tears and for a brief second I feel sorry for him, he was actually quite a nice and kind person but still I'm far to good for him, I only want to be with those of my own class.

"Did you have a good day sir?" I smile putting the idiot out of my mind.

"Yes Jeffrey, I had a good day but I can't wait to get home and relax. Mr Hammond was a bastard as usual and then that little freeloading peasant asked me out." I see a slight playful smile on the drivers face.

"Why on earth would he want to do that?" I sit silently in my sit, my driver always enjoyed annoying me, one day I'll make him pay for it but for now he's protected by my father who tells me to put up with his harmless humour for the sake of a good and loyal worker.

"You know if you keep on behaving as you are, one day you'll find yourself in a situation and no one will be there to help you." How dare he say such a thing to me. Also what does he know? I'm rich and untouchable, I don't see how I'd ever be in that position, me and my universities secret society have gotten into plenty of trouble before and there wasn't any damage that couldn't be paid off.

Pulling into the long drive we pull up outside the main entrance to the mansion, my door opened by another member of staff who came out to greet me.

"Afternoon sir." I smile politely.

"Afternoon Jeeves." Heading inside I begin to head for my room.

"Before you depart to your room your father wishes me to convey a message to you. He'd like you to meet him in the business room in an hour." Great, haven't I done enough today, although it is in the business room, so maybe he wants to involve me in some business deal, maybe it will be worth me meeting him.

"Of course, I'll meet him then, thankyou." Sighing I head upstairs and down the long corridor to my room, I was hoping to spend some time gaming and maybe have a swim in the pool or dip in the hot tub. Putting my school bags away and dropping my homework onto my desk I lay down onto my freshly made bed, as the covers move slightly I notice the nice fragrance the maids use when cleaning our sheets, it always relaxes me.

Getting up I decide to shower and get changed, if father wants me to join him for a business deal then I must look presentable. I shave and shower, pick out a smart looking suit and comb my hair before heading down to the business room with a few minutes to spare, one must always be punctual, unlike that penniless brat that dared to ask me out earlier, he is always late. I stop in the hallway for a moment, why am I thinking about him? I have better things to focus on, my father is finally letting me in on his business dealings, I must focus and show myself as capable and ready. I walk up to the large imposing wooden doors and knock.

"Enter." I open the heavy door and step inside, making sure to walk with perfect posture to make good first impressions.

"Here he is. This is my son." I walk up to the men as they stand from their chairs and shake their hands, their grip is surprisingly strong and I feel them looking at me uncomfortably, as if they're checking out my body. I quickly move away and stand next to my father, externally not showing my discomfort, a strong poker face is always good in business negotiations and I've play many games of it with my fellow business students to develop a good one.

"I think some refreshments are in order." As my father speaks he looks at me, understanding I move over to the cabinet without hesitation, one must never show hesitation in negotiations, reaching the counter I pour my father and guests their drinks and hand them to each of them, the guest giving me unnerving looks as I do.

"So what do you think gentlemen?" Standing by my father I watch their faces as they smile.

"I think we will be happy with the suggested deal, plus your 5% cut of the income from the arrangement." As I watch my father stand and shake hands with the men over the table, I'm surprised, was that it? The business negotiations are over already? I was hoping to learn something or play more of a role then the tea lady. I watch as the men walk over to me and hold out their hand to shake it, as I reach out I feel something force its way into my mouth and watch in horror as instead of shaking my hand they quickly snap handcuffs into it.

"I'm sorry son but the truth is that business isn't going well, I'm in debt and I can't afford the keep wasting money on a spoiled brat like you. I invested in you, gave you everything, the best education, the best tutors, expensive holidays, gadgets, clothes, and you wasted it all and dod nothing with it. This deal both gives me the money I need to stay afloat and removes an large needless expense." I yell at him angrily through my ballgag as my body is frozen in shock as I'm turned and my arms are roughly forced behind me. Turned back around I fight as my shirt I undone and my expensive clothes are torn and ripped from my body, leaving me naked and exposed, with nothing to show my status. How can this happen to someone like me? As tears form in my eyes I'm forced down to my knees, I look on in horror as one of the men moves a heavy steel collar towards my neck, I moan into my gag as the other man painfully pulls my head back by my hair, exposing my neck to the steel jaws and I feel the cold metal close around my neck and the sound of it locking shut echos in my ears.

"Get the cargo ready for shipping." I feel a sudden sting in my neck and my body goes dizzy and limp.

"I'm sorry son, it's just business." His words doing little to comfort my broken and betrayed heart. Is that all I am to him? An asset? Did he ever really love me? Or is money just more important to him? Did I somehow fail him as a son? As my world goes black I see the door open and my driver Geoffrey enter pushing a large wooden crate, a slight smile on his face as he sees me in my new humiliating state.

Epilogue:

I lay on my bed exhausted, sweating and breathing hard, as fresh cum leaks out of my stretched and well used ass and my cock strains in its small cage. I hear the the client say something but not knowing the language I have no idea what he says as he leaves, I'm not here for conversation so no one every bothered to teach me, I don't even know what country I'm in, which makes escape even harder. Although being chained to a bed and locked into a room would be enough, but naked, unable to speak the language and with no ID,  possessions or money just makes it impossible, even if I escape my prison I'm still trapped and reliant on my owners.

I don't even remember how long it has been since I was taken and woke up here, chained by my collar to the bed, locked in a small, sinking room with nothing but a bed, toilet and sink and used every hour of the day by customers, it must be at least a year by now.

I have picked up a few words here and there over time, not enough to talk with anyone or ask for help, but I believe I understand the name they call me, from what I can make out it means something like Prince, a cruel joke about my former life of wealth and luxury. Part of me tries not to remember my past, compared with the reality I live in now it's like a crazy dream. I had it all and took it all for granted before I lost it all. I thought that I was untouchable, above everyone else, better than others and now here I am, reduced to nothing but a sex slave to be used and ignored. I exist as property to make my owners money, none of which I see, I'm barely even fed, not that I need much never leaving this room except once a week for washing and shaving.

I quietly groan slightly under my breath, any louder and I'd be punished, and I'd had enough beatings to know to avoid them, I just want some rest as I hear the door open once again for another client.

"Well this is an interesting sight." I look up hearing my own language for the first time in a long while, not only that but the voice sounds familiar, it's Simon. My heart races, maybe this is my way out if this hellhole, he always had a thing for me, maybe I can persuade him to help me.

"It's so good to see you, I need your help, please help me? Maybe buy me from them and take me with you, I'd do anything to get out of here, even be yours." He smiles at cruelly.

"Why would I ever want someone like you? A dirty, filthy, peasant, whore. You're beneath me, you should feel lucky to even be in my presence. Now do as I've paid you to do." My heart sinks as the words he said echo in my mind, along with all the similar things that I used to tell him, he won't help me, why would he? I made his life hell but maybe now I can at least do something good for him, while I suffer in my own hell. I kneel down in front of him and undo his trousers, gently pulling out his cock I playfully stroke it before sliding my mouth over it and expertly suck8ng on it, after being here so long I've learnt the most sensitive spots to roll my tongue over and have lost any sense of a gag reflex as I take his cock deep into my throat. Pulling out I understand what is next as I crawl onto the bed and raise my gapping ass for him to enter, moaning desperately as he does, my caged cock straining and constantly keeping me horny, so much that I've slowly learnt to enjoy being fucked by strangers, most of which are rough and uncaring. As I move my body back and forth on his cock I can't help but wonder how things would have been if I was nicer to him, would he save me, would I have needed saving, maybe this is were I deserve to be, I never did anything with my wealth, I always thought I was was better than others, now here I am, being fucked by those I looked down on, viewed by them as nothing but a cheap whore.

As he continues to fuck me I moan louder and louder, my cage becoming more and more cramped as I'm slowly brought to the edge. As his groans and fills my ass with his warm cum I'm brought over the edge and cry out as my caged cock shoots onto my dirty, sweat and cum sheets. Taking a moment to recover I turn around and take his cock in my mouth once again, sucking it clean as I look up at him with a mixture of lust and humiliation, the taste of cum and my ass making my cock strain once again in its cage.

"Wow you really do belong here don't you." As he leaves me trapped in my new life and another client enters, I can't help but agree.