Pete wasn't sure if he was dreaming. He always struggled to remember anything since the chain had been put around his neck., unsure of what was real. His thoughts always seemed to return to the chain, almost as if it distracted him from thinking. He couldn't remember much before the day he got it, when he was approached at the bar by a stranger.
Their conversation had been blunt. Pete couldn't help but feel attracted to the man when he first saw them, his heart rushing when asked to be their chained boy for the night. Pete said yes, allowing the man to wrap the metal around his neck.
That moment everything changed. A weird fuzzy feeling spread out from the chain, moving across his whole body in a strange tickling sensation. He felt it crawl up his face, his skin tingling with energy. It almost felt like it was making its way inside his head. The edges of the world dimmed, everything fading out of focus except for the man in front of him.
The stranger asked to be called master, and from that moment that was all Pete knew them by. Pete was forced to strip, asked to take his shirt off and leave anything in his pockets behind. Pete didn't know why he obeyed, handing over his wallet and phone. He felt his mind rushing to comprehend the situation, trying to think of a recourse, but nothing came to him, his mind now only capable of complying with orders.
Since then Pete had disappeared from the world, taken home by his new owner. He was no longer recognizable, the chain having shifted his appearance into a hairy daddy, his body designed for pleasure. His life couldn't be better, turned into a sex toy for his sir. He couldn't image it being any other way, only having eyes for his master, incapable of having it any other way.