Social Services

The dank, bare room swallowed the word "slave" quickly.  I knelt in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the ensuing speech as he revealed a future that seemed impossible.

"You will live here as my slave boy.  Everything that you do from now on will be in service to me.  You can forget about your life, it's gone.  You belong to me from now on and you will do nothing but serve me.  Completely."

I looked up at him, unsure of how to react.  How could he even suggest such a thing?  It was impossible.  It could never happen.

"I know you are thinking that this isn't going to happen.  But I assure you it is going to happen.  So the sooner you get used to the idea, the sooner we can get you settled."

Slowly and deliberately, he placed his can on the floor and reached down to the side of the seat.  Wordlessly, he pulled up a steel ring from the floor and then he sat forward in his seat.  Kneeling on the floor, wide eyed, my arms chained behind me, I was startled as he opened the ring and began to place it around my neck.

I tried to shout through my gag and pulled away before a breathless scream of pain wracked through my body.  He had kicked me full on in my crotch and I could barely breathe.  Struggling to catch my breath and address the silent screams, he clasped the metal ring around my neck before locking it in place with a small padlock.  I was collared.

Wordlessly, he pulled me to my feet and I heard him attach links of chain into an eye within the collar.  Evidently the chain was attached to the ceiling, as he pulled on the chain and I felt myself being pulled upwards.  He continued pulling until I was raised onto my tiptoes, before securing the chain in place against a wall.

Sobbing in tears of fear, frustration and agony, I stood there barefoot on tiptoes in the centre of the room as he removed the cuffs from my hands.  Standing before me, he yanked the tape from my mouth and I felt my dry mouth gasp for air.

"Please.  Scott.  Please, don't ..." i squealed, before he grabbed my shirt in his fists.  I felt some of the buttons come away in his hands as he shouted,

"Shut the fuck up.  You don't speak.  Ever.  Without permission."

I gasped in shock and trembled in fear.  I gasped to take in air as my body was swinging back and forth, so vulnerable on tiptoes like this.  My flailing arms grabbed the tight metal ring around my neck as I wobbled to maintain my balance.

He sat down again and looked up at me.  "You belong to me now slave.  You will do exactly as you are told.  You will never question me.  Or you will be punished severely."

He paused to let the effect of his words sink in.  I stood there, helpless and afraid.

"The sooner you learn that you will never be an equal again, the better it will be for you.  So, let's start by taking your clothes off."