Tied up at work Chapter 7 (M/M)

[DeeperThanRed]

Great fighting scene! Jack resisted well but Wolfy was just one step ahead. Makes me wonder what is his end goal, though. And I hope Aidan sees his true face...

[YourCaptor75]

Great fighting scene! Jack resisted well but Wolfy was just one step ahead. Makes me wonder what is his end goal, though. And I hope Aidan sees his true face...

Glad you liked it. I got big plans for the coming chapters

[YourCaptor75]

Aiden was soaked with sweat, and his heart was racing as fast as his car down the road to his apartment. This had to be a nightmare. The golden glow of the moonlight gave an eerie yellow glow to the damp streets. The air conditioning blasting stung him as it practically froze his clammy skin. Meanwhile a furious and frantic roar of muffled frustration rang out in the chest in the back seat of his suv. Jack.

'Pick up the box and bring it home'
'Dont mind the noise.'
'Do NOT open it. I will know if you do. Don't test me. I'll be with you again soon buddy. '

The last texts from the burner phone were seared into Aiden's mind. "This can't be real. This can't possibly get worse.
But it could. As Aiden pulled up to his small apartment, he nearly puked when he saw Wolfy holding the door open for him, smiling.
Aiden pulled into the driveway and shut the lights off, once again faced with the barely visible grin that had been haunting him since he first saw it. Opening the door felt like pulling teeth...but it wasn't just himself he had to worry about. Somehow, impossibly, this monster roped Jack into this. Aiden winced at the involuntary pun. Jack behind him was breathing heavily and shifting position, but had stopped struggling, as if to listen. Aiden looked back at him as if to apologize. He stepped out of the car.

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Aiden felt smaller and smaller as those bootsteps approached him. "Nice job on the kidnapping. You done this before?" Wolfy said sarcastically, ruffling Aiden's curly hair. The smaller man was shaking, fear, rage and adrenaline making a potent cocktail, now mixed with pride and indignity at the taunt. Wolfy leaned in and whispered. "Keep your shit together till we're inside. C'mon, he's heavy."

With that, Aiden choked down his emotions and the two men hauled the chest-a renewed struggle emanating from within it, into the small apartment.

Aiden's head was spinning. The space he entered no longer felt like his. It felt like some nightmarish set, like the one's at work, but twisted. It wasn't his fantasy, but a nightmare, an inversion; he the model, and his blackmailer capturing one of the enforcers, his friend Jack, a good, strong man. How could Jack have ended up helpless? Was he taken at gunpoint? Would that even matter at this point now that he and Jack were helpless?

"Were you curious how I would know if you opened it up to say something to yer buddy?" Wolfy said with a smile, tapping his fingers on the chest and bouncing slightly, like a hyperactive boy waiting to get let out of school.
"Please..." Aiden said, barely a whisper, looking down at the box. "It's me you want..."
Wolfy was suddenly still as a stone, eyes digging deep into Aiden's face, who was unable to match his stare. "If you want to help your friend, open the box, look him in the eyes, and don't. Say. A. Word." Aiden didn't want to even think what would happen if he didn't obey; to him, or to Jack. He steeled himself, and with trembling hands, opened the box...

***

'Don't panic Jack. Devin was watching Aiden, so there's no way that motherfucker got his hands on him. Well...other than the time he paid for. God, you're such an IDIOT!'
Jack breathed heavily trying to stop his latest fit of rage. He had been cuffed, ballgagged, bound with rope at the ankles, and had a leather strap tightened across his chest. There was, mercifully, something in the box with him emitting a bit of light, but his broad frame was so tightly cramped inside the box, further limited by the various bondage supplies laying in it, that he had no chance of seeing it. He started listening intently as he heard murmuring, but there was this infuriating pitter-patter sound on he chest, drowning out the noise. Then there was a moment of silence. Finally he heard something about 'help your friend'?

***

As Aiden opened the box, he made eye contact with Jack, who initially sat bolt upright, grunting excitedly into the gag. However, following instructions carefully, he didn't say a word, and simply backed away. Jack froze, crushed, confused. "Allow me to explain. I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot." Came a familiar voice from behind him.

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The room was totally silent except for those damn bootsteps. In the dim light of the apartment, Jack could make out little more than the silhouette of the man that made his skin crawl. He was shaking with rage, but kept himself together. He knew he was in no position to fight. Wolfy reached down and picked up the source of the light from the box, his phone.

"I had set this to livestream." He said to Aiden. "If anything were to happen, if you were to, say, need to open the box, I would have known." Aiden's face looked surprised at the suddenly professional, matter of fact tone Wolfy was employing, but he thought better than to call him out on it. Or say anything for that matter. Jack looked at Aiden like an abused puppy; Aiden moved him? He was working with this guy? "Speaking of which, this uh, belongs to you." Wolfy pulled Jack's phone out of his pocket, and tucked it into the bound man's breast pocket, unable to hide a grin despite his more professional demeanor. "I'm sure you have some questions. I'm going to take that gag out. You're going to speak calmly, and only when spoken to, or me and my associate will have to put you back. Nod if you understand."

Aiden recoiled at the thought of being associated with this man, but Jack didn't notice. Understandably his eyes were fixed on his captor. His chest heaved as he let out a loud sigh, and nodded.

Wolfy looked back at Aiden, as if reading his mind that he was about to blurt to Jack not to trust this man. He stared daggers at the young model, then smiled, all while keeping his professional tone "You see your coworker and I are cooperating." Looking back at Jack, it was as if he had put on a completely new mask, professional, stern, but fair. He removed the gag from Jack's mouth, letting the shiny, slippery wet ball dangle around his neck. Jack's face went pale as he looked at what Wolfy pulled out of his pocket.

'Adam Wolf, Fbi' emblazoned on the badge. "And if it weren't for him putting in a good word for you, you would be in a lot of trouble sir. Assaulting an officer of the law in the line of duty is...quite an offense to overlook."
"What??" Exclaimed Aiden.
"Quiet, please, I understand this is a tense situation young man." 'Adam' said, turning back to Aiden, grin and all, showing his badge. "Please allow me to handle this."
"I don't understand, Aiden is what, being investigated??" Jack blurted out. Adam looked back at him with one eyebrow raised.
"If...he were being investigated, he... probably wouldn't be cooperating. No, your associate is my informant. An informant who you attempted to stop me from meeting with while I'm investigating your facility...are you beginning to see the problem sir?" He said, straining to be patient.
"Jack wouldn't-" began Aiden
"He did." Adam replied
"I was trying to help him!" Exclaimed Jack
"Gentlemen..." said Adam
"Help? With what??" Aiden demanded, walking closer.
"Gentlemen, please." Adam said, eyes narrowing
"Well apparently SOMETHING is wrong!" Jack began yelling.

A hand clasped over both their mouths as Wofly lost his patience. "BOX FULL OF GAGS, FELLAS. Wanna test em?" The two looked at him in wide eyed shock, and then calmed themselves down a bit. "Jack McHale, you are under suspicion of aiding and abetting a criminal operation within your place of work. Aiden Lark, you are my only point of contact within the facility, and the night I met you, your coworker assaulted me. The only reason you aren't both under arrest is because..." the signature Wolfy smile slipped out again. "I have plans for you two."
Jack and Aiden exchange desperate glances. Both men sense they're missing the full picture, and are in very deep shit. Wordlessly, they agree that they don't have much choice, for their own sake or each other, but to cooperate.

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@Kishi @CaptiveDan
Enjoy you two.

[Kishi]

This doesn’t seem like how FBI agents are supposed to act, but I don’t know enough about the FBI to dispute it.

Lol. The plot thickens. Can’t wait to find out what Wolfy’s true plans are for them.

[YourCaptor75]

This doesn’t seem like how FBI agents are supposed to act, but I don’t know enough about the FBI to dispute it.

Lol. The plot thickens. Can’t wait to find out what Wolfy’s true plans are for them.

Well, technically, so far he paid for a service he received, restrained someone guilty of a crime, and is informing two men of the possibility of their arrest. Literally blameless. Model agent.

[CaptiveDan]

Oh interesting! This is definitely not where I expected the story to go, but a very exciting twist! Pumped to see what happens next

[YourCaptor75]

Oh interesting! This is definitely not where I expected the story to go, but a very exciting twist! Pumped to see what happens next

You'll see in the next chapter why I made the decision as an author. Opened up some interesting options

[YourCaptor75]

The door to the jail swung wide from the impact of a black leather boot, its' spur chiming with vibration from the impact as the bounty hunter stepped into the little brick oven that passed for a jail sail. Atop the black rider's shoulder was a squirming figure, hogtied, practically mummified in tight ropes, fighting back more for the sake of his pride than any hope of freedom. A wanted poster matched the hapless man's face exactly. "Red" James Marsh. True to his name, the freckled young man had a mop of fiery red curls, (held somewhat in place by the bandannas blinding and gagging him) danced impotently as his neck muscles, the only part of him even reasonably free, thrashed against the wide back of his unfazed captor. "I believe this cattle thief was requested alive." said the stranger, tipping his hat to the sheriff. Devin winked down at Dean, getting into character for the performance he and Jack were supposed to put on for their client, James.

Dean, regaled in fine cowboy attire and a shiny badge made for a willing and capable substitute, standing up and sauntering around the captive cattle thief. "Well, your reputation does precede you stranger. Tank ye kindly. But this fella's a slippery one. Let's say we get some more rope on him inside the cell.

The two professionals smiled at the involuntary moan coming from their client, and set about their work. James was quickly leaning on just his knees with a blanket underneath them for padding, and arched painfully backwards, being suspended by ropes attaching him to the bars of his cell. A web of rope was woven over him, and then yet more ropes were threaded between it, the cell bars, and the harness of ropes surrounding his body. James had lost himself in his bonds; a wriggling lean mass of muscle straining against creaking ropes and the grating of rusty prison bars, beads of sweat dripping from every pore as he released animalistic grunts. "Pleasure doing business with you sheriff." Devin said politely.

He left James in the capable hands of Dean for the next several hours of his session, leaving the lot they had mocked up like a western set to go on to his next assignment. It wasn't like Jack to be late, let alone to disappear for a whole shift unannounced. It was luck that Dean was willing to come in for some extra time on his day off, otherwise some very high paying clients would have been very disappointed to have their scenes delayed for lack of an enforcer.

Devin removed his bolo tie and replaced it with his usual red, putting his black blazer over his black button up but electing to keep the cowboy boots. He had to admit taking a liking to them while prepping with James, who insisted on authenticity. He stepped out into the hallway, half of him wanting to rush to his next assignment, while the other half wanted to saunter a bit, listening to to the spurs. The latter half won, and he stepped into the dark hallway with a smirk and a feeling of being untouchable.
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"Hello?!" called out a timid voice from the hall. Odd. Devin stepped forward, curious. Eventually the two figures converged under the red light of an exit sign, finally getting a good look at each other.

"Oh! Aiden. Didn't expect to see you out here. Damn man, you look like you saw a ghost!" Devin gave a rough pat to Aiden's side, laughing when the model flinched, thinking it was just the force of his strong arms. Even in the red light, Aiden seemed pale, and clearly agitated about something. Not surprising, this job could be rough on the models, even ones as adventurous as Aiden. "You look tense. Work out after our shift?" Devin offered.

"Ah, no, I...can't."
"Ah, come on. You gotta keep up your training bro, no excuses!" Devin said, slipping a bit into his coach voice. It was marginally different from his dom voice.
"No, I really can't. Sorry, I gotta go." Aiden said, trying to rush past the enforcer.
"Oh, ok...Hey by the way...you heard from Jack?"

Aiden went cold.

"Once he gets you fully restrained, buzz in your enforcer. Say the gag was choking you or something, but get back to the scene." Aiden and Jack glanced with raised eyebrows at each other; either Adam was taking a shot in the dark, or he was *intimately* familiar with the model's schedule. "Now Mr. Lark, you'd best get some rest. Our case...and more importantly, your buddy over here, are depending on you." His voice was calm, encouraging, comforting. His smile relaxed. But his eyes...

They say that eyes are the window to the soul. That might be why Jack and Aiden avoided eye contact with their captor from that point on.

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@Kishi @CaptiveDan

Been really exploring a wide variety of perspectives from people with various degrees of inside info here. How is that panning out? And whose perspective have yall enjoyed reading from most?

Thanks for reading folks. Big things coming soon.

[Kishi]

Been really exploring a wide variety of perspectives from people with various degrees of inside info here. How is that panning out? And whose perspective have yall enjoyed reading from most?

Thanks for reading folks. Big things coming soon.

The shifting perspectives have been making the tension SO much sharper for me. It’s a nice way to flesh out the world around them. And I always have fun seeing characters act reasonably, but on incomplete information, “truth is, the game was rigged from the start”. And it really makes it crystal clear just how screwed Jack and Aidan are, haha

I still really liked reading from Jack’s perspective as he got completely fucking destroyed lol

Also can I just say god damn the rope bondage in this chapter was ALLLLLLL the way up my alley haha. A brutal hogtie, stood on his knees, “practically mummified in ropes”… almost sounds familiar to some fun and games we’ve shared

Excited to see those big things!

[YourCaptor75]

Been really exploring a wide variety of perspectives from people with various degrees of inside info here. How is that panning out? And whose perspective have yall enjoyed reading from most?

Thanks for reading folks. Big things coming soon.

The shifting perspectives have been making the tension SO much sharper for me. It’s a nice way to flesh out the world around them. And I always have fun seeing characters act reasonably, but on incomplete information, “truth is, the game was rigged from the start”. And it really makes it crystal clear just how screwed Jack and Aidan are, haha

I still really liked reading from Jack’s perspective as he got completely fucking destroyed lol

Also can I just say god damn the rope bondage in this chapter was ALLLLLLL the way up my alley haha. A brutal hogtie, stood on his knees, “practically mummified in ropes”… almost sounds familiar to some fun and games we’ve shared

Excited to see those big things!

Sweet, that's exactly what I hoped for. I want the characters and the readers kept guessing.

And don't worry about the restraints. This is a story about professional doms and subs after all, lol

[CaptiveDan]

This is great! It's nice having the little interspersing of the paid-for scene at the start before jumping back into the espionage/investigation stuff happening with Aiden! Really enjoying this story

[YourCaptor75]

This is great! It's nice having the little interspersing of the paid-for scene at the start before jumping back into the espionage/investigation stuff happening with Aiden! Really enjoying this story

Glad yer enjoying my little twist on your concept, buddy. And trust me, Adam is gonna make very good use of this particular place of business.

Go harass @Kishi would ya? Tie yerselves up

[YourCaptor75]

They say time heals all wounds. Jack hoped that it might eventually heal the cramped sensation he felt in all four limbs from within the box that had become his prison cell. But time was not healing him at the moment. It was slowly driving him insane. It was all Jack could do to try to regulate his breathing, and not panic, but the sound of his own breath within the pitch black box became an awful, raspy droning sound in his ear. He was so wound up after the fever dream his night had become, that the cold air and the sight of his captor opening the box filled him with a sense of guilty relief.

That twinge of guilt twisted his stomach into knots after Jack nodded in the affirmative to the question "Will you cooperate?" The pain of submitting hurt more than his aching jaw or the cuffs biting into his wrist, but he knew he needed to be practical. He told himself as much, at least. Doubt flooded back in when he was hoisted out of the box onto his feet.

A cold storm had begun raging outside, battering the walls and single window of what Jack assumed was a cabin. Only moonlight- filtered through clouds, rain, and an old window-along with a few dim candles spread randomly gave a have blue-orange light to latest wooden box Jack found himself trapped in. He made a quick scan, trying to not seem so obvious that he was planning an escape. With the sound of the thunder outside, that seemed perhaps ill advised. He couldn't make out anything, but there seemed to be shadowy shapes along the walls of the cabin, like shelves stocked neatly with...he didn't really want to know.

Jack let out a grunt and then a heavy sigh as the ballgag was removed from his aching jaws once again to his surprise. He licked his lips, cleaning off sweat and saliva that had been dripping on his lips and down his mouth. Every fiber of his being wanted to scream, swear, threaten, ANYTHING but cooperate. Yet his nearly numb mouth stayed still. "Good boy." whispered Adam after a pause.

Suddenly feeling came back to Jack's jaw as he clenched it tight, fuming at the phrase that made his blood boil and his skin grow cold. He could feel the hair's on the back of his neck rising as Adam's warm, humid breath coursed through them. Somehow he could sense that the breath came from a smiling mouth. Jack closed his eyes and gulped, hoping it wasn't audible. All he could think of was Aiden.

'One little detail I didn't mention to your pal...if you fight me, or defy me, or try to escape, or disobey...basically anything but be a good boy for me? I won't punish you. No...no I'll punish you're little buddy.'

Jack remembered every word, every pause, every tone in Adam's voice as he said that. In that moment during the car ride to the apartment, Jack felt naked. Like some weakpoint in his impenetrable armor had been found. He would do anything to protect Aiden...and 'anything' was being a good boy for Wolfy. So be it. He let out a heavy sigh, and bit the bullet.

"Thank you sir..." Jack managed to croak, barely a whisper. The breathing on his neck stopped, and with it, the air stood still. Only the rhythm of the rain on the windows and walls told Jack that time was even moving forward at all-and if it was, maybe this nightmare would end.

"Hm."

It was his only reply. Not much information for Jack to go on. He winced, hoping his captor would have revealed more about his mental state. As if the restraints weren't disadvantage enough, Wolfy seemed to have an indeterminate, detailed set of information on at least Aiden. Outwardly, the only option was to submit. But internally, Jack knew the only option was to find some way to help himself and his friend escape.

It was surreal to ponder escape just as Adam began loosing his bonds, but Jack had a sense that this was only a temporary reprieve. Still, he took a deep breath once his chest was freed, and rubbed his wrists once they were uncuffed, taking whatever small comforts he could in the cool damp of the cabin.

With a flick, a warm orange glow caught Jack's attention behind him, where Adam lit a cigarette. His face was cold and stoic in the harsh glow of butane as he took a drag, sighing purple-gray smoke into his captive's face. His face was dark again as he lowered the cigarette. "Strip." he calmly commanded.

Jack clenched his jaw. "You can't be serious..." Even in the near pitch-black, Jack could make out the reflection of white teeth grinning back at him.

"I'm not really sure you understand your position." Once more Adam's face was illuminated as he took a drag, hooded eyelids and sharp smile, then a puff of smoke, then nothing. He maintained only the thinnest veneer of professionalism or civility. Jack could feel a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Or the position of your friend..."

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That did the trick. Jack tensed up but began stripping for me like a good boy. I allowed him to stop at just his red flannel boxers. In the flashes of lightning I could make out his dogtags and a few tattoos. A cross mural on his right bicep with a name-worth looking into, and a celtic knot over his chest. Ironic. He had the wide powerful frame of a boxer; my bruised ribs if nothing else could attest to that. Yet he maintained a lean, athletic physique, muscles rippling as they tensed and flexed while he squirmed a bit trying to find a posture that maintained a bit of dignity.

I try to suppress my smile as I take another drag. I watch as his eyes follow the light from the cigarette hoping to get a glimpse at my face. Gotta keep him guessing, but I can't help but light up a bit at my newest chew toy. He's already wound up like a spring and wearing his heart on his sleeve. He has a thing for my boy.

To tell the truth, I like the guy. Not many people are men of action these days. Even if it is a dumbass decision to pick a fight with your clients, in all honesty this is just an unlucky night. Had the circumstances been different, our dynamic might have been very different...

"You understand hierarchy. Control. Structure." I don't think he even noticed himself standing at attention in response to my observation. I certainly did. "You do it for a living. You did it in the army. It makes sense. Clear rules. Everything has a purpose. Every action moves towards a goal. My job isn't so different. You can respect that." His brow furrows. He's not a good liar so he doesn't like when I hit the nail on the head. He could be giving much more of a fight, but deep inside, he respects a good ass-whoopin. He knows I beat him. To the victor goes the spoils, eh?

"You're going to obey me Jack. And you're gonna make sure Aiden does too." He's fuming, glaring daggers like a caged animal trying to break free. "All it takes is some good old fashioned discipline." I pick up the first of many, many coils of rope I'll be introducing my soldier boy to...

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Get ready for some thorough ropework coming up soon folks.