I stood in front of the desk, wearing the complete dark teal work uniform
for the first time.
The badge on my chest was clearly visible:
LOCKCARE SERVICES
FIELD TECHNICIAN
ID: 6870
I looked down at it and, for a moment, genuinely felt like a professional.
No. Perhaps I was even more "professional" than an ordinary technician.
Behind the desk, Master pushed a document toward me.
"Starting today, LockCare Services is officially open for business."
"You are currently the company's only field technician. This is the
service agreement, and this is your job description."
He paused and pressed a fingertip against another document.
"And this."
SLAVE EMPLOYMENT ADDENDUM
Master raised his eyes.
"From the company's perspective, you are a field technician. To me, you
are still my lockslave."
He placed a pen beside the document. His voice was low and commanding.
"Now pull your pants down to your thighs and expose your cage."
Master's gaze remained fixed on me.
"I want to see it while you sign."
I unfastened my tactical belt, opened my fly, and lowered my work pants and
underwear together until they rested halfway down my thighs.
The dark teal fabric gathered above my knees. My white socks, work shoes,
tool pouch, and completely exposed lower body created an image that was
both absurd and strangely solemn.
My body was locked inside a finely made black resin chastity cage. The base
ring gripped tightly around the root of my scrotum.
The cock inside had already begun to swell, but it could only strain
against the narrow space.
Once.
Then again.
It twitched softly.
The urge had not disappeared. It had only been trapped inside the cage.
Somehow, that gave me an almost shameful sense of stability.
Master moved closer.
I lowered my head and read the contract. His hand settled over my scrotum
and began to stroke it, neither hurriedly nor forcefully.
The touch was not rough. His thumb occasionally passed along the edge of
the base ring, as though he were inspecting a piece of equipment that had
already been entered into the company inventory.
Then I reached the section concerning wages.
I stopped.
"6870 gets paid?"
"Of course."
Master leaned back in his chair.
"Slavery is our relationship. Field technician is your job."
"I am not going to run this company through exploitation. If you work for
the company, I have to pay you."
I looked at him.
"But..."
"6870 already belongs to Master."
Master raised one eyebrow.
"So?"
I said nothing.
"My slave should work for the company for free?"
Master opened the service agreement.
"It will not be easy at first."
"There will not be many clients, and some of the journeys will be long."
"Unlocking, cleaning, maintenance. There are many procedures we still need
to refine."
"If you do well, I will also reward you."
I raised my head.
"A reward?"
"For every one hundred completed appointments."
Master looked at the cage still exposed between my thighs.
A small patch at the tip of the black resin had already been dampened by
clear fluid.
"I will allow you..."
"To come properly in front of me."
My fingers immediately tightened around the edge of the contract.
The body inside my cage gave another hard twitch.
"But," Master continued slowly.
"You will do it on your knees."
"Wearing this uniform."
"And still locked."
My fingers clenched around the contract again. My cock jerked violently
inside the cage.
What I truly wanted was to be released. I wanted to touch myself properly
and finish like an ordinary man.
Yet this kind of incomplete reward felt much more like something Master
would give me.
I would be permitted to reach a certain limit without ever being granted
freedom.
I lowered my head and neatly signed the line marked:
THE SLAVE VOLUNTARILY AGREES TO AND ACCEPTS ALL TERMS STATED ABOVE.
6870
After signing, I noticed a promotional leaflet lying beside the desk.
The field technician pictured on it was tall and powerfully built. His
expression was calm, and his uniform was perfectly pressed. He looked like
a highly trained specialist working in some secret service industry hidden
inside the city.
I could not help thinking:
"This is slightly fraudulent, isn't it?"
Master seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.
"That is business."
He collected the contract.
A whiteboard in the office displayed the week's schedule. The first entry
read:
20:00
MR. YAN
ON-SITE LOCK MAINTENANCE
TECHNICIAN: 6870
I walked to the key cabinet, entered the code, and opened the door.
A row of numbered keys hung inside. The metal reflected a faint gleam
beneath the light.
I picked up the correct key and stared at it for a moment.
Master came over. He straightened my badge, allowing his fingers to rest
on it for one second longer than necessary.
"Do not think too much."
"No one on the street cares about you. They will only think you are some
kind of home-service worker."
"Yes, Master."
"When you reach the client's home, state the company name and your
Master's name."
I placed the key inside its designated pouch.
Then I locked the toolbox.
"I guarantee that the assignment will be completed."
Master nodded once.
"Go."
"My little lockslave technician."
---
I carried my toolbox downstairs. My work shoes struck the concrete steps
with a dull, heavy sound.
The night air was colder than the office. Wind kept slipping through the
ventilated mesh panels in my pant legs.
Just as I reached the ground floor, a boy poked his head out from beside
the entrance.
"Hey, want to play?"
I stopped.
He lived in the same building and often played downstairs. He always
seemed to have something to keep him occupied.
Without thinking, I turned slightly, positioning the tool pouch against
the side of my waist.
My pants were already fastened. Nothing could be seen from the outside.
"Big brother has to go to work."
"Work?"
The boy tilted his head and looked at my uniform.
"Are you delivering food now?"
I glanced down at the badge on my chest.
"Something like that. It is also a home-service job."
The boy nodded.
"Then work hard."
"Make lots of money."
I smiled.
"You too."
Looking at his clean, open face, I suddenly remembered standing outside my
own apartment building when I was a student, watching adults come and go.
Back then, I had assumed that they all knew exactly where they were going.
Only after I started working did I understand that many adults were simply
wearing particular clothes while some form of life pushed them forward.
I smiled again.
"You too."
"When you grow up, go somewhere better."
After saying it, I realized that "somewhere better" sounded too vague.
So I added:
"Somewhere happier."
He nodded without quite understanding.
I climbed onto my electric scooter and put on my helmet.
Before starting the motor, I saw that he was still standing there. I
raised one hand and waved.
Then I repeated silently to myself:
Focus.
Stay safe.
Master's property is now carrying out an assignment.
---
The client lived in an apartment building on the outskirts of the city.
The building was new, but there was little sign of life inside it.
I stopped outside the listed door and checked my badge, my toolbox, and the
service order.
Then I pressed the doorbell.
It had barely sounded once before I heard footsteps inside. The lock turned
immediately.
The man standing behind the door was naked.
He was broader than I had expected, with wide shoulders and a thick, heavy
chest and abdomen.
A gray resin chastity cage was fastened around him. It was slightly lighter
in color than mine.
When he saw my uniform, his eyes visibly brightened. His gaze stopped first
on my badge, then on the toolbox.
It was as though he needed to confirm that I had truly come for him.
"Hello."
He quickly lowered his head and gave me an awkward bow.
"Thank you for coming."
His voice was soft, though it could not hide his excitement.
His hands remained pressed against the sides of his thighs.
I suddenly had the impression that he had been waiting for a very long
time.
Perhaps he had undressed and locked himself well before the appointment,
then stood behind the door waiting for a stranger to arrive.
I remained at the threshold and spoke clearly and respectfully.
"Good evening. I am Field Technician 6870 from LockCare Services. On my
Master's instructions, I am here to provide cleaning and maintenance for
your chastity device. Is this still a convenient time?"
His Adam's apple moved.
"Yes... Thank you."
"Are you Mr. Yan?"
"Yes."
"According to company procedure, I first need to verify the details of your
dominant or authorized keyholder."
Yan's expression stiffened.
"That... is not necessary, is it?"
I looked up.
"Not necessary?"
He shifted his gaze away uneasily.
"I do not have a Master. When I completed the agreement, I filled in my own
name in the Master's section."
He glanced down at his waist.
"I only wanted to experience what it felt like to have someone else manage
the key."
I opened the service order.
"Company policy requires long-term keyholding arrangements to have two
backups: one held by the company and one held by an authorized person. This
is to prevent accidents."
Yan lowered his head.
"I am very sorry."
His voice was quiet.
There was little sign that anyone truly lived in the living room. On the
table stood half a bottle of water, several food-delivery receipts, and a
computer that had been left switched on.
The curtains were closed, and the air felt stale.
He stood in the entrance hall, his body large and heavy, yet his manner
carried a humility that did not seem to fit him.
Suddenly, I recognized a familiar kind of loneliness.
He had locked himself up, yet there was no dominant waiting for him.
I knew I should not feel sorry for him.
More importantly, I should not forget that I was no Master. I was simply
another man who had been locked away.
But at that moment, I wanted him to experience it at least once.
What it truly felt like to become a lockslave.
"In that case... for the duration of this appointment, I can verify and
supervise your condition on behalf of the company."
Yan's head snapped up.
His eyes brightened.
"Really?"
"Yes. Yes... Thank you so much."
His reaction came too quickly.
Quickly enough to make something inside me sink.
But I had already stepped through the door.
He had cleaned the bathroom in advance.
The floor was still wet. A white towel hung on the wall. Disinfecting wipes
and disposable protective sheets had been placed beside the sink.
The preparation checklist sent by the company lay nearby.
Every item had been checked.
---
I put on my gloves and opened the toolbox.
"We will now begin the pre-service confirmation."
Yan stood in front of me and nodded nervously.
"Are you fully conscious, participating voluntarily, and consenting to
this cleaning and maintenance service?"
"Yes."
I looked at him.
According to procedure, the next step was to have the client stand on the
disposable sheet so I could perform an external inspection.
Yet for some reason, what came out of my mouth was:
"Go to the center of the bathroom."
"Kneel."
The moment I said it, even I stopped.
It was not part of the service procedure.
It sounded more like a command that had leaped out from somewhere deep
inside my mind.
Yan, however, reacted as though he had finally heard the words he had been
waiting for.
His entire body relaxed. He quickly knelt in the center of the bathroom.
"Straighten your back."
He obeyed.
His thick chest pushed forward, his abdomen tightening slightly, while his
arms hung naturally at his sides.
"Hands behind your head."
His breath caught.
Slowly, he placed both hands behind his head. His elbows opened wide,
exposing his armpits and the muscles along the sides of his chest.
The gray chastity cage was completely exposed beneath the bathroom light.
I crouched down and forced myself to return my attention to the
professional procedure.
First, an external inspection.
No visible damage to the edges of the device.
Minor pressure marks where it contacted the skin.
No bleeding.
No significant redness or swelling.
It had clearly been worn far beyond the recommended cleaning interval.
I took out a warm cleansing wipe and carefully cleaned the exterior of the
cage.
The wipe moved over the resin surface, gradually removing the old residue
that had collected there.
Yan's body trembled slightly under my touch.
I changed to a soft-bristled brush, applied cleaning solution, and slowly
worked it into the seams and the accessible parts of the interior.
When the bristles passed along the inside of the base ring, Yan's hips
instinctively shifted forward.
Then he immediately stopped himself.
"Do not move."
He held his breath. His body became even more rigid.
"Yes."
I kept my head lowered and continued cleaning.
Gradually, the bathroom filled with the scent of sweat and the odor that
could never be completely hidden after a device had been worn for too
long.
My own cage suddenly tightened.
Without thinking, I reached out and ran one hand over Yan's thick ass.
He did not move away.
Instead, he straightened his back even further.
Fortunately, I was a locked slave technician.
My cock was sealed inside a cage and could not be used for anything else.
If I had not been locked tonight...
I looked down at Yan kneeling before me and realized that I could not be
certain whether I might have gone even further behind Master's back.
I had already cleaned the area, but I returned the brush to the same place
and brushed it again.
Slower.
A little slower.
I deliberately let the bristles scrape across the most sensitive ridge of
his glans.
The muscles in Yan's thighs visibly trembled.
A restrained gasp caught in his throat.
A strange sense of satisfaction rose inside me.
So this was what it felt like.
To command someone.
I became increasingly focused.
Almost absorbed.
Another pulse of precum pushed from the front of the cage, ran along the
brush, and spread across my glove.
---
I finished cleaning the final area and placed the used wipes in a sealed
disposal bag.
"All done."
Yan remained on his knees.
The gray cage was clean again. Several clear drops still hung from its tip
without falling.
I knew exactly what the bristles felt like against a cock.
It was itchy and numbing, like a layer of tiny flames slowly spreading over
the skin.
I had tried it on myself before.
When it ended, the desire did not fade. It remained suspended, making me
desperate for complete release.
But both of us were locked.
No matter how unbearable it became, there was nowhere for the desire to go.
Yes.
I had done something cruel.
Yet watching his eyes slowly lose focus, watching desire trap his body with
nowhere to escape...
That cruelty made me feel intensely satisfied.
I looked at him and suddenly spoke again.
"From now on..."
"Without my permission..."
"You are not allowed to touch your chastity cage."
I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
Yan lowered his head.
His voice was very soft.
"Yes."
He hesitated.
"Master."
The word sent a sudden chill across my back.
It came too naturally.
And it sounded far too good.
I looked down at myself.
A small wet patch had formed at the front of my pants.
I immediately shifted the toolbox in front of me to hide it.
---
After leaving the apartment, I stood inside the elevator and looked at my
reflection in the mirrored doors.
The back of my uniform was soaked with sweat.
The badge still read:
FIELD TECHNICIAN
I knew that what I had been in that bathroom was not a technician.
When the elevator reached the ground floor, my phone rang.
It was Master.
I answered and reported what had happened.
The other end of the line remained silent for several seconds.
Then Master asked:
"Do you understand what you just did?"
I held the phone tightly.
"6870 did not think that far."
"Of course you did not."
Master's voice was not harsh.
"You only enjoyed the moment when he obeyed you."
I said nothing.
"What about tomorrow?"
"Will you take responsibility for him then?"
"And the day after that? Next month?"
Master asked.
"I... do not know."
My hand slowly tightened.
"I am sorry, Master."
There was another pause.
"When we provide a service, we are responsible only for that service."
"If you want to become his keyholder, then you must take responsibility
for his dependence on you. You may even have to take responsibility for
the emptiness he feels afterward."
"Do you have that much time and energy?"
"Or were you planning to leave me to clean up after you again?"
I lowered my head.
"I am sorry."
"It was your first assignment. Problems are normal."
"Yes, Master."
"Come back now."
"Yes, Master."
The call ended.
I remained where I was for a while.
Then I opened my phone and sent Yan a message:
"Mr. Yan, tonight's service has been completed. During the maintenance
procedure, I crossed the formal boundaries of the service. I would like to
acknowledge that and apologize."
After sending it, I stared at the screen.
A few minutes later, he replied:
"It is all right. Thank you."
I put my phone away and climbed back onto my electric scooter.
The convenience store beside the road was still brightly lit.
After thinking for a moment, I stopped and bought a drink.
Then I put my helmet back on and started the scooter.
The night wind traveled through the mesh panels of my pant legs. The badge
on my chest swayed softly.
I looked down at it once.
Then I rode back toward the company.
