I walk through the door of my new house, as I do I try to hide my annoyance at my own stupidity, I'd almost told my new neighbour the wrong name. A few weeks ago I was a small time gang member, I have been since I was a teen, it was the only way to make money in a small town, it was great for a while but things got dark, I saw some shit that was messed up and I needed out. Sure I'm now a snitch but this way I get a new start, a job and a decent home, I'm out and can find a better life. So long as I don't screw up and use my old name I should be fine.

I take a look around my new home and unpack what little possessions that I have, I didn't have much to begin with and I didn't have much time to pack before I left, I also couldn't take anything that would link me back to my past life. Here I seem to have more space than I know what to do with, far more than my moldy old apartment. Finishing I lay down on my bed, one that feels better than my old worn out mattress and quickly fall asleep.

I startle awake in the dark, for a moment I'm disorientated by the new environment of my home. What was that noise? I calm myself, it's probably nothing, it's my first night here, there's bound to be strange noises. It's also unlikely that I'd he found so quick, and I won't he so long as I don't screw up things like my name.

Needing to piss I climb off the bed and stumble around looking for the light switch and walk down the hallway, as I near the bathroom I'm suddenly grabbed, an arm quickly wrapping itself around my throat. As I gasp for air and choke, my hands desperately try to pull on the strong arm crushing my neck, I kick my legs frantically as the world begins to darken, my lungs burn and my head starts to feel heavy and dizzy. This is how it ends? Wait is that his hard cock I feel? He's enjoying this! My arms drop and I feel my warm piss dampen my crotch as my body gives up and I fall unconscious.

I awake to a dim light, looking up from the floor I see the vertical lines of the cages bars and feel the cold metal against my naked body, outside of the cage is a large underground room, along the walls are various strange and terrifying objects and on one wall sits a simple metal bed. Where am I? Why am I not dead? Oh no, please don't tell me that they plan on torturing me, maybe the police will find me, although I doubt they would bother, I already told them everything I know and they wouldn't care if someone like me disappears.

Hearing a noise I turn my head and see a large muscular man walk towards me, I'm guessing that he's the one who attacked me.

"Good you're awake, with the hold I had you in I only had a small window between just knocking you unconscious and killing you, it would have been a shame to have accidentally killed you, at least just yet. You see your former employer paid for me to make you dissappear but luckily for you he wasn't very clear on what that meant. I'm sure that he meant for me to kill you, which is still an option should you not corporate, but I had a much more fun idea. You see I get lonely and stressed with this kind of work, what I really need is someone to come home to, someone to help me unwind. Do you think that can be you?" I look through the bars of my cage in confusion, still not sure what exactly he wants from me. Is he looking for a boyfriend or something?

"Let me put it another way. Either you stay locked away down here as my sex slave or you leave here in a body bag, dumped somewhere that you'll never be found. Which one will it be?" I gulp to clear my throat, not much of a choice really, I suppose at least here I'll be alive, that's all that really matters and maybe I can find a way to escape, although considering how quickly I was found I doubt that will end well.

"I... I'll be your slave sir." I watch as the large man smiles.

"Good boy. Now time to get started with your training." At this he lowers his trousers and his hard cock springs to life, sliding through the bars. I hesitate for a moment but not wanting to displease my new master I open my mouth and take his cock.

Epilogue:

I moan and grip the bars of my cage as I move back and forth, my ass slamming against the bars as I take master's cock deep inside me, my own cock straining in its cage, desperately needing release. Feeling his cum filling my well used ass once again, the feeling pushes me over the edge into ecstacy, my own cum squirting out of my chastity cage. As he pulls out I drop to the floor of my cage, my home, and breath hard, lost in lustful bliss. I slowly get to my hands and knees and turn around, taking my master's cock in my mouth, my tongue hungrily running over it as I clean it, the taste making my caged cock painfully hard once again.

I watch as my master sits down on a chair and rests, as he does he tells me about the job he just got back from, as he does I lower my head to the floor of my cage and eagerly lap up my quickly cooling cum. While I don't necessarily enjoy his stories, I don't have much else in the way of entertainment so I listen like a good slave, plus it's a good reminder of what my master is capable of and spared me from, and to be grateful of his gift of life, I should be dead but his mercy gave me a new life. It may be selfish but I'm glad that his job went well, it means that he'll be in a good mood, when it doesn't go well he tends to take it out on me but when it goes well he's in the mood to play with me.

I don't know how long I've been down here, at least several years now, thankfully not all of it has been spent in this small cage, I'm let out three times a day to go to the toilet and once a week washed, and once I'd proven myself, sometimes to spend more intimate time with master or be fucked on the bed. Life as his slave is good, he feeds me, fucks me, cares for me, keeps me safe, gives me a home and gives me a purpose. It may not be the new start that I was looking for but it's a far better life than the one I'd previously had and I love my master.

I look up as he walks up to my cage and unlocks it, his cock is rock hard again, he's always energetic after completing a job, I have a feeling that we'll spend all night, and probably the morning, in bed together, not that I mind, the prospect of it excites me and fills me with joy.