Mark was known in the office as a workaholic. Only he would stay in the office after hours for some Friday night overtime. Somebody’s got to process those reports though, he’d say.
He was typing away at his desk in the corner office when he heard footsteps. It was unexpected but he wasn’t too alarmed—it was probably Martha coming back for something. She was always forgetting things.
He left his office to greet her but was instead met by a masked gunman. Startled, he threw his hands up and started to stutter in protest of the intruder.
“Pl-please don’t. Don’t hurt me.”
“Do exactly as I say, and I won’t, sweetheart,” the masked man said.
Confused by the playful affection, Mark eyed the intruder, bracing himself for what was next.
“Strip.”
“Excuse me?”
“Did I fucking stutter? Take off your clothes.”
Mark complied, starting with unzipping his slacks. Once they were around his ankles, he kicked them off with his shoes. He began to untie his tie and unbutton his shirt as the man watched, one button at a time, looking him up and down methodically.
He threw the shirt to the side in a pile with his slacks, tie, and shoes. Left clad in nothing but his black briefs and knee socks, he shifted uncomfortably, feeling on display.
“On your knees. Hands behind your back.”
Mark was starting to get worried, but he complied once again. His knees felt cold against the rough carpet. The man circled around him, grabbing his wrists to which Mark let out a pained squeal. He heard the man rustling with a bag he hadn’t even noticed before.
The man was pulling coils of rope out of it and started to tie his wrists together behind his back. Now Mark was really starting to panic.
“Hey uh you don’t have to do this I have money I have uh you can take whatever you want I-“ Marked pleaded, sweating.
“Shut it, princess,” the intruder said, voice cold and gruff, as Mark felt the barrel of the gun press against his back.
Mark’s breath quickened as the man tightened his rope work. Please, he pushed Mark’s back forcefully enough to send him onto the floor against his stomach. Grabbing him by his ankles, he dragged him closer and began to weave ropes around his ankles.
Once his ankles were tightly tied, with Mark struggling against his restraints, squirming and grunting, he moved onto his knees. Just above his knee highs, he tied his knees together to where Mark’s legs were completely bound together, no wiggle room.
“HELP! HELP PLEASE HELP!” Mark screamed even though he knew no one was in the office.
“Time to shut you up.”
The intruder pulled out a cloth, pulled Mark by his hair, and shoved it into his mouth when he gasped. He secured the gag in place by tying a black bandana around his head that matched his briefs and socks perfectly.
Mark saw him reaching for the pile and next thing he knew his hands were around his head and then everything went black. He had tied his tie of all things around his head into a snug blindfold. Mark was now totally helpless to the intruder with no clue what he was going to do next.
He hoisted his hostage up, arms around his waist, scooping him up and throwing him over his shoulder. Kicking and screaming, Mark’s legs flailed about helplessly and muffled screams came from beyond the gag.
“MMMMMMFPH HMMMMPF MMMMM”
The intruder carried him back to his office, setting him on the floor to squirm about while he swiftly cleared off all the contents of his desk, throwing them off to the side in one fellow swoop. He placed Mark on the surface of the desk on his stomach, legs still kicking, as he struggled against the restraints to no avail.
“We’re not done yet.”
“PPPPMFPH PPPPMFH LMMM MMMPH GOOOMMPFH”
He grabbed him by his ankles and threw his lower legs up into the air, bending them at the knee, while he tied the rope of his ankles to the rope that bound his wrists, effectively hogtying him. At this point, Mark knew his fate was sealed, but nevertheless he squirmed and fought against his binds.
Stepping back to admire his handiwork, the intruder came forward to give Mark’s ass a nice firm slap.
“MMFPH!”
He laughed at Mark, certainly pleased with himself. Mark was growing increasingly scared with the situation, his struggling only intensifying as he thrashed against the desk. He wiggled his feet, shifted his thighs, and continued to test his tight binds.
The masked man began to inspect Mark’s body, grazing his hands across his hips and then snapping his underwear waistband making him jump.
“NNNGGHMPHF!”
“Calvin kleins huh? Sexy.”
He started to wander towards the door, leaving Mark squirming and moaning.
“I’ll be back.”
“NMMMMPHF PPPLLLLMFFPH HEEMPFH!”
He ignored Mark’s muffled pleading and with that Mark heard the door close and he was alone in his office, hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded in nothing but his briefs and knee socks. His socks were riding up his knees as he wriggled against the ropes.
His muffled calls for help would not be heard and he started to panic even more when he realized his captor could keep him here like this all weekend. Nobody was coming until Monday. He gave up on his struggling and all went quiet except for his ragged breathing.
For the intruder, it was back to the bag. With the many coils of rope gone, trussing Mark up, the bag was empty. Mark was worried about being stuck in the office until Monday, tormented by his captor, but he had no idea of the man’s true plans.
The door to his office swung open with the intruder slinging the bag over his shoulder. He threw it down on the ground, earning a startled yelp out of Mark. Before he knew it, Mark was being carried off the desk and into the bag. He felt the material against his skin and his breath began to quick. He fought to get out as he heard the sound of a zipper making its way from one end of the bag to the other. It was no point. He was perfectly sealed in the bag and hoisted over his captor’s shoulder.
The man walked right out into the street and into the cold night air. Mark didn’t get much screaming in before the bag was tossed into the trunk of a car. The man unzipped the bag and gently laid him out of it so his captive could still breathe. And with that, the trunk slammed shut, leaving Mark confined, still in his tight predicament.
He heard the car start up and drive away, no idea where he was going, not even able to see his surroundings. His mind began to race as he wondered how he’d ever get himself out of this.
It was about twenty minutes before the car made its way up a driveway, putting Mark through quite the rocky turbulence. When the car came to a stop, Mark heard a door open, slam shut, and then the trunk was swung open.
“HEEEEELLMMMMPFH!”
“Nice try, sweetheart. No one can hear you out here. Nice and secluded so I can enjoy you all to myself.”
Marked was fucked. Like really fucked.
The man threw Mark over his shoulder once more, legs dangling against his front. He’d gave up on his relentless kicks. The man brought him into what seemed to be a nice little cottage in the woods. They made their way through a rustic living room into a bedroom around the corner. Mark was thrown onto the bed. It felt nice to be on a plush blanket rather than a hard wooden desk, but this gave Mark no comfort.
He was flipped onto his stomach and once again he felt a gun against his back.
“Here’s how this is gonna go. I’m gonna get you out of these ropes, take off that gag and blindfold, and you’re not gonna try anything. Otherwise I’ll blow that pretty little face of yours to smithereens. Got it?”
“MMMPHFMMM” Mark said, nodding vigorously.
“Good.”
He started with the gag untying the first bandana and then the second, Mark immediately coughing up spit. Next came the blindfold. And then finally he got to work on untying those tight knots and it took quite some time. Finally, Mark got to stretch his limbs. The gun had left the man’s hand but was right by his side in a holster so Mark knew still not to try anything risky.
“Now, you’ve worked up quite a sweat struggling against my ropes, so I’m gonna stand outside the shower while you wash up. Let’s get moving.”
The man guided Mark to the attached bathroom, showing him to the shower. He slide the door shut and turned on the water, practically shaking as his captor stood right there. He helped himself to the shampoo and body wash. Despite fearing what was next, he tried to focus on really cleaning himself up cause he could tell his captor wouldn’t be satisfied otherwise.
When he was done and turned the water off, he stepped out, and shivered as the man began to dry him off with a towel. However, he was surprisingly gentle.
“Follow me.” He spoke with that same gruff tone.
Mark obeyed and followed him back to the bedroom where the man began rummaging through the closet. Standing completely naked, Mark felt exposed as he covered his dick.
“I’ve got something for you to wear.”
The man threw a few things onto the bed. Among them were a red lacy bralette accompanied by matching red lace panties and red garters to attach to red thigh high stockings.
Mask began to feel queasy.
“Don’t be scared, sweetheart, you’ll look nice in this and I’ll take gooood care of you.”
“Please let me go. I-I won’t tell anyone I won’t call the cops just please just-just let me go.” Mark begged.
“Now you know I can’t do that. Get changed. You don’t want to do this the hard way.”
“NO! I’M NOT PUTTING ANY OF THAT ON YOU SICK FUCKING FREAK! HELP! HELP ME PLEAASE HELP!” Mark began to scream towards the window, as if expecting someone to be out there in the middle of nowhere to save him. Unfortunately for him, no one was coming.
The man ran at Mark, pushing him against the wall with brute force. Mark slapped and clawed at him, but the man had him straddled in his tight grasp.
“Time to shut you up.”
“NOOOMMMMPFFFHHH”
A black sock was shoved into Mark’s mouth followed by duck tape over his mouth that the man made sure to pat down real nice and tight. He threw Mark onto the bed, slapped him square across the face, leaving a mark, and then whipped out his gun.
“Now, change.”
Mark knew better than to disobey this time. He started with the bralette, which didn’t feel right on him. Next, he got the lace panties up to his hips and got them in place, all nice and snug. He pulled the stockings on, hiking them all the way up to his thighs, which they hugged nicely. As he did this, he whimpered and made the occasional pleading stare at his captor, who simply watched and waiting, now sitting in a chair in the corner, brandishing his gun.
Once he was done, Mark was all done up in red frilly lace, as red as his flushed cheeks. His captor was looking him and up down like he wanted to make his other cheeks a matching shade.
“We get off to a rough start. You’ve definitely got a bratty side, but I think I’ve broken you into obedience. Still…we gotta take some precautions. In front of the bed, on your knees, back to me, hands behind your back.”
Mark did as he was told. He was started to get frustrated with this, but there was nothing he could do. He was completely at his captor’s mercy.
Again, his wrists and arms were bound together to his back, and then he was pushed onto his stomach flat on the floor. It was becoming clear the man had this done to a science. He made quick work of Mark’s ankles, and then the knees, and even went a step farther this time, tying his calves and thighs together. This time, Mark was done up in some nice dark red rope that complimented the sheer red lace.
Instead of hogtying him this time, he flipped him onto the bed and tied the ropes of his ankles to the end of the bed and his wrists to the headboard, stretching him out, with not much room to writhe and wriggle.
“And for the finishing touch.”
Once again, Mark’s vision turned to black as the man tied a red cloth over his eyes and around his head, fastening it tight.
“I think you’ll like my surprise.”
Next thing Mark knew, he was slipping his hand into his panties with something else. He backed away and it started to vibrate relentlessly against Mark’s penis, sending him into a frenzy of helpless horrified screams and thrusting to break free.
“That should keep you occupied for a while. Hang tight.” The man slapped Mark’s thigh and turned to leave the room, leaving him trussed up in lace, moaning against vibrations he controlled with a remote.
As soon as he left the room, he bumped it up to the highest setting and laughed as he heard Mark’s frightened reaction through the door.
“MMMMMMMMPFFFFHHHHHAAAAHHH!”
“Like music to my ears.”
And with that the man wandered further into the hallway and was gone.
The vibrator alternated between settings for hours and hours as the man kicked his feet up in the living room, as he watched some nighttime television while he fiddled with the vibrator remote. He left Mark in the bedroom to just come again and again and again all over himself like a soiled slut.
He didn’t come back until the next morning by which the vibrator had been long shut off and Mark was soundly asleep resting in his cum soaked lace lingerie. He grabbed Mark by his stocking feet and cooed at him to wake up.
“Rise and shine, princess.”
Mark awoke with a start, muffled moaning and all as he tried to stretch with no avail.
“You endured well last night. Today I’ll let you watch television with me in the living room. Don’t make me regret granting you this privilege, alright? Shower time.”
The process repeated itself. Mark was untied, ungagged, and relieved of his blindfold and lace and then helped to the shower. Mark could only assume the man would have a new ensemble for him to put on once he got out. His mind was reeling in the shower thinking about what torture and humiliation the man would subject him to this time.
Once out of the shower, Mark was helped into his new outfit without either of them speaking a word. The man first helped him into fishnet stockings, which he slipped black knee socks with white stripes over. Next came black briefs and then a leather harness over his chest. Mark thought it could’ve been a lot worse until he saw the last part of his attire and his heart dropped.
His captor was waving a leather pup mask at him. Mark was nobody’s dog. His brows furrowed in anger and he seriously thought about lunging at this man. He refrained, remembering he was in the middle of nowhere at the mercy of this man. He might else well humor him and hope his situation starts to improve. Maybe he’d even let him go.
So, he slipped on the pup mask and followed him to the living room. He was baffled by the fact this man put on reruns of The Office like nothing was wrong. This man literally had Mark resting on his sofa dressed up like a slutty pup while he lounged in his recliner.
“Oh I almost forgot the best part.”
The man went over to a drawer and pulled out a collar and a leash. He must have had all kinds of sex toys and gear scattered throughout his house. Attaching the collar and leash to Mark, he pulled him close and snarled. Then, he loosened his grip but didn’t let go, resting back on his recliner.
He occasionally pulled and tugged on the leash, but Mark was just thankful not to be tied up, gagged, and blindfolded again.
The rest of the day was relatively normal, aside from the man pulling Mark from place to place by the leash. That night, Mark struggled to fall asleep not knowing when he’d find a way out of this. The man forced him to retire to bed still in his pup gear and fishnets. Whenever the man started to fall asleep beside him in the bed, he got an idea.
He slowly escaped out from under the man’s arm and tiptoed toward the door. He couldn’t help but think how weird he must I’ve looked, a tiptoeing pup in knee high socks. Unlike the ones he wore to work, before this treachery began, these had paw prints on the soles.
Mark crept through the living room and toward the front door. It couldn’t be this easy…could it? He thought to himself.
He quietly opened the front door and was met with a not so quiet blaring alarm that made him jump out of his skin. In an instant, the man rounded the corner and pounced on him, pushing him against the door to which Mark yelped. He was stuck between the man and the hard wood of the door with no room for movement. The man leaned in.
“You’re gonna wish you hadn’t done that.”
He yanked off the pup mask and shoved a rag from his pocket against Mark’s mouth and noise. It was laced with chloroform. Mark slowly started to feel woozy until he went limp into his captor’s grasp, who dragged Mark’s limp body down some stairs and into the basement. Mark was even more fucked than before.
When he awoke, his ears were ringing and he felt dizzy. His surroundings slowly started to blur into focus. From what he could see, he was a dingy dusty basement. The walls were bare and lined with pipes. His eyes darted toward a steel door with all kinds of locks on it. Fuck, he thought. As if he couldn’t get anymore trapped.
He strained against the chair he was in, realizing his wrists and arms were bound tightly behind him. His ankles were tied to each leg of the chair. Looking down, he noticed he was in white briefs and white knee highs. Though they were soft, Mark was starting to grow tired of being dressed up like a doll or some kind of toy.
He flexed his feet, arching the soles, as he rested the ropes around his ankles. His throat was sore and aching and it wasn’t long before he noticed he was gagged, this time with a ball gag that forced his mouth open. He started to writhe against his wrist restraints when the metal door swung open to reveal his captor.
“Ya know, I trusted you with some freedom, and you let me down. So this is what you get.” The man said harshly.
It was Sunday, but Mark was starting to lose track of the days at this point.
“Don’t worry, by the way. I called in sick for you for work tomorrow.”
“WHAAAAMPFFH NOOMPFH!”
“YES!” The man shouted, his voice booming in a way Mark didn’t expect. “YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE! So get used to it.”
Mark didn’t see any point in pleading anymore. There was no reasoning with this man. It seemed his fate was sealed.
“Lucky for you, you’re not stuck down here. I got quite the punishment in store for you and it requires you upstairs. But you’ve learned about my little alarm system so you know not to try anything.”
The man approached Mark and started to untie his chair restraints and then ungagged him. Mark was too weak to fight at this point, so the man had no trouble lifting him up and carrying him to the living room sofa.
“Since we’ve been together for some time now and we certainly have some…trust to build…” The man glared at Mark threatening. “…I think it’s time I tell you my name, especially since I’m going to be…employing you, more or less. It’s Nathaniel. But you can call me Nate.”
“Employed? Wha-what do you mean?”
Without even answering, Nate left and returned with a maid dress and some stockings.
“You’re gonna be my new maid. Look pretty and do chores around the house, ya know.”
“You really expect me to put this on?”
“I think by now you know the answer that.”
Sheepishly, Mark got up, stripped as Nate watched, and then slide on the maid dress and the stockings, sighing as he did so. At this point, he was slowly getting used to the humiliation.
“Now, lay down for me.”
Mark obeyed and laid down on the sofa.
“Now close your eyes.”
“What are you-“
“I SAID CLOSE YOUR EYES GOD DAMMIT.” Nate gripped Mark’s thigh ferociously.
Mark took the hint and closed his eyes. He felt Nate lift up his skirt and felt something wrap around his cock. It was cold and restricting. Then it hit him. A cock cage.
It was already on by the time Mark opened his eyes and pulled away in horror. Nate grabbed him by his ankle and pulled him closer, leaning in.
“You will submit.” He whispered.
Mark let out an upset grunt that Nate ignored.
“Open wide.”
Next thing he knew, the ball gag was being inserted back into his mouth. Mark was guided up off the couch, given on a slap on his exposed ass, and then showed a list of chores he was to complete throughout the day.
Looks like he was really in for it.
