I groan slightly as I wake from my sleep, my face buried in my pillow, my head pounding from the night before. As my mind slowly wakes up as I lay sleepily, trying to go back to sleep but failing, I notice that everything feels off, my pillow doesn't feel right, my covers feel thin, barely keeping out the cold air around me, and the room seems to be darker than usual, normally light creeps in either from the morning sun or the street light right outside the window. The most concerning feeling though comes from my crotch, my cock feels uncomfortable, as if pressing hard against something firm, unable to get hard as I slowly feel the preasure of my full bladder. As I roll trying to get comfortable I notice something else, two horrifying things at once, and freeze, I feel something move deep inside my ass, as if it were plugged and even more disturbing I feel the cold metal of a collar around my neck and hear the rattle of a heavy sounding chain. The fear quickly wakes and sobers me, as I also fell the metal shackles around my wrists and ankles, the cold chains linking them and touching my naked body make me shiver as I force my eyes open, not wanting to accept reality, not wanting to know what nightmare I have woken up to. As they slowly open I see a dark room, although there is no light I can tell that the room I'm in is small. I listen out for any sounds, only my concerned breathing and the occasional rattling of my chains echo around the small cell. Where am I? How did I get here? 

I try to remember the events of last night, I remember drinking and chatting to a guy, he said he was a former prison officer, that peaked my interest, I've long had a thing for being imprisoned and find it strangely arousing. Did I tell him about my fantasies? I struggle to remember more, only vaguely remembering the guy telling me that he got fired for being to rough with the inmates, he enjoyed humiliating them. Panic fills me as I fully realise what danger I am in, especially if I told the gired guard my fantasies, and I feel around my collar, finding it securely locked firmly around my neck, I follow the chain to the wall where it is bolted and I pull on it hard, desperately trying to get it free but it refuses to budge, holding firmly to the wall. I sit on the bed unsure what to do, feeling cold I wrap the thin blanket around my naked body, hoping to both keep warm and cover myself but the thin material barely does anything. 

I scream in pain as a sudden shock flows through me from my collar and a light above me turns on, blinding me for a moment. As I recover and get used to the light, I look around the small room, seeing that it is only 8ft from the heavy metal cell door to the far wal, where a toilet sits, next to it is a small sink with a shelf above it that holds a couple of toilet rolls, a bar if soap, a plastic cup, a small electric razor, a toothbrush and toothpaste and a small cloth. The small bed I'm on rests along the side of the wall, the pillow at the far end, only 3 ft is between the bed and the opposite bare wall. 

Not sure what to do I still feel my full bladder, one that has leaked a bit from the shock, making a slight damp patch on my sheets, the smell filling the room, unable to go anywhere. I place my bare feet onto the cold hard floor, almost bringing them back up to the bed, and slowly walk towards the toilet, my shackles preventing me from moving at any speed as they reduce my movement and weigh me down. Reaching it I realise that with the small shiny metal cage locked around my cock I have to sit and I rest myself down onto the cold seat, the sound of my piss echoes around the room, part of me hoping that the cell door doesn't open right now. Finishing I wipe the cage dry with a bit of paper and inspect the chastity device locked around my cock, unable to pull out of it or remove it I sigh as my cock tries to get hard, ironically from not being able to. 

I pace my cell as I desperately try to figure out a way to get free, I need to get out of here, the walls feel like they're closing in. I freeze and stand still as I hear a noise and the room echoes as the bolt of the door unlocks with a loud clang and it swings open, standing on the otherside is the man from the pub, his large muscular body able to overpower me with ease. I feel another shock from my collar and grip it as I struggle to stay standing.

"On your knees when I enter worm!" I drop down to the hard floor as another shock ripples through my body, my legs giving out as they convulse. 

"That's better." I see his dirty old boots come into view as he steps inside my cell.

"Kiss my boots." Terrified of what will happen if I don't I lower my face down to them and kiss each one, my lips imminently tasting the dirt covering them, hoping that it's just dried mud and not something more disgusting. 

"That's right you piece of filth, kiss my dirty boots, show proper respect to your betters. Now get up. Time for inspection." I quickly stand, I flinch slightly as he tpuches my exposed body, his hand moving quickly in response as he grabs the chain linked to my collar and angrily pulls me up to his face. 

"Stand still bitch, or I'll have to punish you." Not wanting another shock I fight the urge to resist as his hands run over my body, 

"Hands on your head." I follow his instructions, feeling more exposed as he thoroughly looks over his captive prisoner, one who he can treat any way he likes, without any rules and rights to stop him. I feel his hands around my crotch as he takes his time making sure that my chastity cage hasn't been tampered with, which for some reason means spending time fondling my balls. 

"Turn around." My chains rattle as I move and I feel his hands groping my ass, as I force myself to stay still and quiet, humiliation filling me as he continues to inspect every inch of me. Fear fills me as I feel the plug make its way out of my ass. What is he going to do to me? 

"Open." I open my mouth without thinking and quickly taste my buttplug as it is roughly shoved into my mouth, causing me to make a muffled cry of shock and disgust, quickly followed by another cry of shock as I feel his finger slide inside my ass, probing around, checking that there is nothing hidden. 

I watch from the corner of my eye as he wipes his finger with my blanket and throws it back onto my bed, before he takes the plug out of my mouth, the revolting taste still lingering, and I feel it slide back inside me, now lubed by my saliva. 

"Turn." I turn back to face my capture, feeling completely humiliated and dehumanised by his inspection, my clearly straining cock only making the humiliation worse. 

"Hands down." Releaved I drop my arms back down.

"Now then worm, by now I guess you have figured out that you are now a prisoner. This room here will be your new home. I hope that you like it. You will be let out of your cell for an hours exercise evwry day. Any rule breaking or aggresion towards me or attempts to escape will be serverely punished, punishments include, ten strokes of the whip, the removal of food privileges, removal of light privileges, being restrained in strict bondage and a day in the hole. Do you understand?" My mind races at all of the punishments, none of which sound pleasant.

"Well?" I nod, the air from my lungs immediately knocked out as I'm punched hard in the stomach. 

"That's yes sir!" I try to catch my breath, quickly trying to respond correctly, not wanting to be hit again.

"Yes sir." I sputter out as I look up at him, a smile spreading across his face.

"Any questions?" 

"How long am I to be kept here?" 

"A long time. You better get comfortable, you're here for life, this is your new forever home." 

"What! No, you can't keep me here like this forever!" The panicked words leave my mouth before I can think, panic overtaking me. I'm suddenly dropped to the floor convulsing as my body is hit with multiple shocks from my collar, my body painfully twitching on the cold hard ground of my new home,  my body struggling to breath as it twitches uncontrollably. 

"Any act of aggresion or escape will be punished! Come with me." My limp body is pulled up, the chain attached to my collar unlocked and I weakly follow as I'm dragged out of my cell, quickly seeing a large wooden pole, I struggle as I'm brought to it and my wrists are attached above me from my shackles. 

"No, please, I'm sorry. I'll behave. Please don't punish me." 

"Silence worm!" Dreadful silence fills the air, my heart racing as I remember the list of punishments. 

I scream and pull on my shackles as a burning sting cuts across my back, a loud crack echoing in my ears. I breath hard trying to recover but before I can another stinging blow slams into my back, causing my body to flail, I try to get away as another blow hits me, my body failing to avoid the onslaught of pain as the whip continues to strike my defenseless back, cutting into the skin. I hung limply, my legs giving out, tears flowing down my face, my back burning and throbing, small drops of blood dripping down it, as my wrists are released from the pole, causing me to weakly drop to my knees. 

"Have you learnt your lesson prisoner?" 

"Y... yes... sir." 

"Prove it." I look up confused, as he unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock. 

"Show me what a good prisoner you are bitch." Undeestanding what I have to do I slowly crawl over to him and take his cock in my mouth, my tongue running over it as I suck on his cock, my head pushing it down into my mouth and throat, the action weirdly calming me down after my ordeal. 

"That's it, show me that you want to be a good prisoner." I feel strangely motivated, good prisoners at least don't get punished, if I'm trapped here then I at least want to avoid being whipped again, or worse discover what the hole is. I suddenly feel the taste of warm cum shooting down my throat and filling my mouth.

"Don't you dare spit it out bitch!" I swallow it down, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish me further. 

"Good boy. See, you can behave." I feel him roughly grip my arm and pull me back up to my still shaking legs and guide me back to my cell, I know I shoukd resist but at this point I'm to scared and tired to fight back and just obediently allow him to drag me back to my cell. I almost fall over my chains as I'm shoved back inside my cell, by the time i fully regain my balance the chain is once again locked to my collar, leashing me to the wall of my cell.

"Rest up worm." I watch as he smiles and slams the door shut, the lock sealing me in with a loud clang. Tears fill my eyes as I look around my small cell, partly relieved to be alone again, party scared about being left alone locked away in here, where ever here even is. I sit on my bed and lean against the cold wall, my back stinging painfully but the cold surface feels nice against my beaten back. 

I hear a door slide open at the bottom of my cell door and watch as a tray slides in, one with a plastic bowl and spoon, in the bowl seems to be cold porridge, possibly warm before I was punished but right now as I feel my stomach rumble I don't care, as I kneel down on the hard floor and greedily eat my meal. 

1 month later: 

I sit in the small dark cramped space, my knees tucked into my sweaty chest, the floor beneath me wet and filthy, a permanent puddle of piss and shit from the last week resting at the bottom of the hole, the horrid smell filling the air, thick in the heat, the hole sealed shut by the heavy lid locked high above me far out of trach, the only interaction I've had in here has been the daily del8very of water and shower of warm piss from my captor. The rest of my time here I've been left in the tiny hole, buried alive in the silent darkness, hoping to be let out one day, slowly going insane in the stinking hole that I can barely sit down in, constantly feeling its four walls, my regular cell feeling huge in comparison, if I get released from here i doubt I'll ever feel trapped in my cell ever again, never find the four walls of my home to small. 

I was an idiot for misbehaving, I've been doing so well lately, the first week was hard, I got punished several times, left to starve for several days after refusing to suck my captor's cock, I got another whipping on the second week when I lost my tempter, this time I tried to make a run for it, the small cell just became to much, I had to escape, I failed to even get a few steps, my shackled feet unable to move fast, all I did was get myself moved to an even smaller cell, one with no lighting or plumbing or bed, not that they'd be room for one. 

I hear a noise but it could just be my mind, it has started to play tricks on me down here,, I see and hear things in the dark that aren't there, my mind going mad in this hell hole. I look up as I hear the locks undo, time for my daily water or maybe another golden shower. I blink as light shines into my hole, blinding me, as spit hits my face and a warm liquid sprays over my cold body, the warmth is surprisingly pleasant, even if it is disgusting piss, but after a week sitting and sleeping in waste I've grown used to it, which only makes it more disgusting in ways. 

"Do you have anything to say worm? Or are you happy down there in your filthy little hole where you belong?" 

"I'm sorry sir. Please forgive me. I'll be grateful for any mercy you give me, I'll never complain about my cell ever again. Please let me return to my cell, to my home." He smiles down at me, as if enjoying seeing me lower myself and grovel while trapped in my own filth, broken and completely at his mercy as I beg to return to being his prisoner. I wait for his response, the longer he takes the more fear and dread fills me, is he going to keep me down here for longer?

"You seem to have learnt your lesson, but if you ever do that again you'll be in there for a month." I smile with relief and rise to my feet, the horrid wet floor feeling slimey beneath them. 

"Thankyou sir. I promise never to misbehave again." I eagerly climb up the ladder, my weak and starved body managing to find the energy to escape from the hole, the room around me feeling huge and spacious in comparison and the air feeling cool and clean as I breath it in, the air not heavy and warm and thick with the stench of waste. I rest for a moment on my hands and knees, my body and mind enjoying the feeling of freedom, my captor just standing patiently as he waits for his usual greeting. Not wanting to be disrespectful I quickly lower my face down to his always dirty boots and kiss them gratefully. 

"Good prisoner. I see that your time in the hole has taught you respect and gratitude. It also made you smell worse than usual, I'm tempted just to throw you back in and lock you down there for good." I look up at him, my face clearly showing fear and panic, which he clearly enjoys seeing.

"Go stand over by the drain." Relieved I rise to my weak legs, not used to being able to stretch out, and walk over to the small drain in the floor. I stand patiently as my captor picks up a hose and I scream slightly in shock as the torrent of freezing cold water sprays over me, rinsing the filth off of my body. A cloth and a bar of soap land on the ground near to me and without instruction I pick them up and begin to wash myself, happy to finally be clean, not caring that my captor is watching me, hunger in his eyes, I know he'll visit me later for some entertainment, I bet he has a lot of energy after not playing with me all week, I may not get as much rest as I hope I would, going by how badly my cock is straining, even in the freezing water, I think I may have missed our regular night-time activities. 

I shiver slightly as the hose turns off, leaving me standing soaking wet in the middle of the room. His hand grips my arm tightly as I'm guided back to my now spacious feeling cell and locked to its walls by my collar. As the door slams shut and locks, I feel strangely relieved to be home. Part of me still wants to resist but this is my home now and it always will be, I'm the prisoner that I always fantasies of being. My cock twitches inside its cage as I accept my fate. I'm home. 

Epilogue: 

3 years later: 

I awake to my usual morning shocks, my eyes opening to my dark cell, I stretch my cold and stiff body as much as my shackles will allow me, the limited movement feeling natural to me, the rattle of thw chain barely registering in my ears, the weight of the heavy metal shackles unnoticeable as I fold back my thin blanket and sit up, my feet feeling the familiar cold hard floor of my home, one that requires no light for me to move around in, as I walk slowly in my shackles to the toilet, desperate to try and relieve my painful morning wood as it strains against my chastity cage, the one thing that I never really got fully used to, the frustration and denial a constant torment as I wait in my cell. As I move I run my hand along the wall of my cell, once they felt confining, now they feel comforting, reassuring and safe, being in my cell makes me feel happy and secure. 

As the light turns on I move to kneel at the door, waiting patiently on the hard surface, waiting to greet my master, my guard, my captor, I always show him the proper respect and gratitude every morning, thanking him for keeping me as his prisoner, for looking after me, for teaching me to behave, for loving me, for giving me my home. I am grateful to him and happy to be his prisoner, I love my life here and the idea of it ever changing, of ever going free scares me. The only thing that frightens me more is going back in the hole for a third time, the month was a nightmare I don't wish to relive, I shiver as I think of it, next time it would be even longer, master said two months, i barely survived the month down there, no food, rotting in my own waste, trapped in the dark crampt hole, I was so ill when was eventually allowed out, never again, that was over two years ago though. I've not misbehaved since, I've even avoided whippings for a long time, my back still has scars from those punishments, permanent reminders of what misbehaving means. 

I smile slightly as I hear my cell door unlock and open, never once looking up, always keeping my head low in respect, I'm beneath him, I should present myself as such. Seeing his ever dirty boots I don't hesitant to kiss them lovingly, showing him my respect and submission. 

Without needing to be told I stand and place my hands on my head and remain still as I have the daily humiliating inspection, his hands hungrily feeling over my body and my ass being probed for any hidden contraband. Having pleased him and passing the inspection I drop back to my knees and thank my master for his visit, my lips sliding over his cock as I hungrily receive my breakfast as he cums in my mouth, keeping my lips sealed tightly around hia cock as his strong morning piss flows down my throat. 

Once he leaves my tray of porridge is slid underneath door and I gratefully eat it, kneeling on the floor. After which I prepare myself for the day, washing my body with the small cloth, shaving my face and body with a small electric razor and brushing my teeth. I then wait in silence, sitting on my bed, staring at the bpank wall. I used to get so restless in my cell but I've long grown used to doing nothing, I've grown to enjoy the peace and quiet of my existence, the absence if chaos, only routine. 

I eventually get let out and I am forced to run, still in my shackles, on the treadmill, any slowing of my pace is met with the sting of the whip, not as harsh as the one used to punish me, but still motivating enough to keep me running. 

Once I've burned off some energy I'm returned to my cell, where I am made to clean it, scrubbing the floor and making my bed and cleaning the toilet. Once I pass evening inspection, I am given my dinner, a small tray with plastic cutlery is delivered through my door and I happily eat whatever small meal my master has kindly prepared for me, the portions are always small, my stomach never full but it's enough to keep me from feeling hungry and I'm just grateful to be fed anything. 

At night master regularly visits, I love when he does, we spend time playing together, my ass getting fucked once or twice, my cock and aching balls getting a moments relief as I cum but I'm usually horny again once I've cleaned his cock and licked up my own cum. 

At the end of the day I curl up under my thin blanket, still horny and cold but tired and feeling safe in my small home, happy to know exactly what tomorrow will bring, so long as I behave. I love my life, my master and my home, I'm glad to have a life sentence here, I hope I never have to leave and I know I never will. I fall asleep with a content smile, happy in my small world.