Max had always felt different, though he never admitted it to anyone. At 24, he was fit, ambitious, and outwardly appeared like any other young man in London. He worked long hours in a corporate job, keeping his body in top shape at the gym during the few free hours he had. He had friends, he dated occasionally, but nothing in his life ever felt truly fulfilling. A constant sense of unease haunted him, like a deep itch he could never scratch. He had a secret.
Max sat in his small London flat, staring blankly at the flickering screen of his laptop. He had stumbled across the ad by chance—or maybe fate had pushed it in his direction. It was an unusual ad, one that should have made him close the page immediately. But something about it stuck with him. The words “luxury house on a private Greek island,” “Total Power Exchange,” and “house slave” lingered in his mind. He’d always liked the idea of submission, of giving up control in a controlled way. But this—this was different. This wasn’t a game or a fleeting encounter. It was a lifetime commitment, a permanent shift into something darker, more intense than he’d ever imagined. And yet, the allure of leaving behind the monotony of his life tugged at him.
Against his better judgment, Max found himself typing a reply. He never thought they’d respond, but the answer came almost immediately: “You sound perfect. Let’s talk.” And so, the conversations began—short, cryptic exchanges that quickly escalated. They asked him personal details, questions about his life, his desires, his limits. They pushed him to share photos, and reluctantly, he complied. The more they spoke, the more curious he became. There was something mesmerizing about the couple: successful, dominant, self-assured. They had a magnetism that drew him in. Still, Max hesitated. The words in the ad, the loss of freedom, the 24/7 servitude—it seemed too extreme. Too dangerous. And yet, something inside him, that unspoken craving for surrender, kept him replying. It felt safe behind the screen, where he had the option to say no. Until the day he received the ticket.
Max looked down at the boarding pass in his hand, his heart racing. A first-class ticket to Athens. They’d promised to fly him out for a “trial,” but this was starting to feel real. Too real. Still, there was a voice in the back of his head, a thrill that urged him forward. “Maybe I’ll just go, meet them, see the island. I can leave anytime I want.” He convinced himself, though a gnawing sense of unease settled in his chest. When he arrived at the private dock, he was greeted by a sleek, black speedboat. Two tall men, one in his late 30s with dark hair and a confident smirk, the other younger, perhaps early 30s, blond and striking, stood waiting. This was it—the couple he had been speaking to for weeks. Theo and Nikos. They looked even more imposing in person.
“Welcome, Max,” Theo greeted him with a firm handshake. His grip was tight, bordering on painful, an early sign of what was to come. Nikos simply smiled, but the look in his eyes was predatory, a sharp contrast to his otherwise polite demeanor. The moment he stepped onto the boat, Max felt a knot in his stomach, but it was too late to back out now. The boat ride was eerily quiet, only the hum of the engine filling the space as the island grew larger on the horizon. As they pulled into the private dock, Max realized how isolated it was—no other homes, no other people. Just a sprawling, ultra-modern mansion perched on the cliffs, surrounded by nothing but the deep blue sea.
“You’re about to start a new life,” Nikos said softly as they guided him inside. His voice was smooth, like silk wrapping around Max’s mind, gently suffocating his thoughts.
Once inside, everything moved quickly. They led him through the massive estate, showing off the glistening pool, the giant gym, the dungeon, and the cold metal cage that was already waiting for him in one of the rooms. His cage. That was when reality slammed into him like a tidal wave. They weren’t joking. This wasn’t just a fantasy.
“I-I think I made a mistake,” Max stammered, backing toward the door. “This is too much. I didn’t sign up for—”
“You did,” Theo interrupted coldly, stepping between Max and the door. His eyes were sharp, narrowing dangerously. “You flew here. You chose this. You’re not leaving.”
Max’s heart pounded in his chest. “But I didn’t—”
Before he could finish, Nikos grabbed him from behind, pinning him in place with a sudden show of force. The younger man’s grip was iron, and Max realized with a sinking dread that he was trapped. Theo reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black collar. It clicked open with a soft, ominous sound.
“You’re ours now,” Theo whispered, fastening it tightly around Max’s neck. Max struggled, panic rising, but Nikos held him firm. “You’re going to learn your place.”
The shock collar snapped into place around his neck, and with a single press of a button, his world exploded into pain. Max screamed, collapsing to the floor as the electric jolt coursed through his body. He gasped for air, his vision swimming, but neither Theo nor Nikos offered him a moment of reprieve. Theo crouched down beside him, his voice calm but dripping with authority. “You belong to us now. You will serve us. You will give us everything. You had your chance to walk away, Max. But now, we own you.”
Nikos released his grip, allowing Max to slump onto the cold marble floor, panting and shivering in agony. The collar buzzed softly around his neck, a constant reminder of his new reality. Theo and Nikos exchanged a look—satisfied, triumphant. Max tried to crawl away, but Theo’s boot pressed firmly on his back, holding him in place. “From this moment forward, your life is no longer yours.”
They dragged him down the hall, stripping away the last remnants of his clothing, leaving him naked and exposed. Max’s heart raced as they guided him to his new cage, pushing him inside. The door clanged shut with a finality that echoed through the room. Nikos knelt beside the cage, smiling as he ran a hand through Max’s hair. “You’re going to be perfect for us.”
Max’s world shrank to the cold metal bars around him. The life he had known in London, his freedom—all of it seemed so far away, unreachable.
