Tied up at work Chapter 6 (M/M)

[YourCaptor75]

The cellar door swung open with a haunting creak, flooding a corner of the basement with a sickly flourescent hue. Like a red carpet rolled out for a guest of honor down the middle of the dank dark hollow. And what a guest it was.

Sweat shimmered like topaz in the yellowish light, shaking off the guest of honor as he thrashed his body-tightly muscled and even more tightly roped- who had been bound to a thick wooden chair in the center. Roars of frustration reverberated off the walls, softened and muffled by a gag of cloth and tight, tight black tape wound 'round the lads mouth more times than necessary. Roars turned to choked back sobs, grunts, then whimpers as the lean animal writhed in his bonds. It became almost dancelike, like a snake desperately trying to shed its skin, like the tattered clothes that had been shed from him. He was left in a mismatch of tight white trunks, red air jordan's, and a black baseball cap. By the way he squirmed to try to cover himself, it was clear that he was embarrassed as well as angry and afraid. The sweat, scrapes, mud stains and small cuts told a story of a very spirited, futile battle for freedom not long ago.

Heavy bootsteps approached him as he tried to squint his eyes desperately to see the figure they belonged too before the door closed again. Mockingly, just as his eyes were becoming adjusted, the door was shut and locked behind the phantom that had just returned to its prey like a spider.
Thud
Thud
Thud
Then a scrape. Then silence, save for the heavy breathing. The lad swallowed hard.
"It's been fun playing with you...but it looks like our time is almost up." The phantom said, leaning close to his captive's spine, sending cold shivers rippling down his spine.

Oh, don't worry about him. That just meant it was time to wrap up this session.

A timer beeper, and then the rooms slowly lit up, revealing not a basement, but actually a small set. On the walls were various props, most prominently a number of different restraints, from practical to sensual to fantastical. The captive rolled his shoulders and neck, breathing a heavy sigh as a hand patted his shoulder from behind.
"Hey, kid, that was terrific! Best experience I've had here, and I'll be sure to let your manager know, and leave a nice tip.

The kid let out a surprised chuckle, and blushing, mumbled sheepishly through his gag "Thnk mm....AUGH! Haha." He laughed as the tape was suddenly ripped off.
"Sorry, most painless way to do it." his 'captor' was a distinguished looking silver haired figure with a charming smile and sharp eyes.

"Thank you sir, but you really don't need to worry about any of that, staff will be on their way to get me ready for the next session." the young man's demeanor flipped like a switch; gone was frustrated captive vying for escape, he was all charm and manners, speaking in a professional tone and giving a boyish smile as he stretched and relaxed himself. Sure enough, as if on queue, staff dressed in sharp black suits came in to reset the scene and untie the captive; usually in that order.
More pleasantries were exchanged as the client left and the scene was reset to a generic underground set.

One of the staff began untying the skillfully woven knots from his coworker. "You feeling alright Jack? Usually you leave me here till the end." the lad said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, and you deserve it." Said Jack with a gruff tone. He was seemingly a no-nonsense man, former military, with his dirty blond hair in a fresh high and tight testifying to it. "But the last client for ya for the night requested you as soon as possible, and 'as is'. Whatever. Hopefully he ain't a creep, but if he is, just hit your buzzer Aidan." He said somewhat seriously. Aidan smiled up at him widely, unfazed, waggling the little buzzer in his hand.
"Don't worry, I know you're keepin an eye on me. My hero, haha. Ow!" The quip earned Aidan a swift and merciless ear flick which he was still not in a position to defend against. "No fair." He said in mock indignation.
"Good. Subs don't get fair treatment." Jack said with a smile.
"Just kiss already." said Dean, the other staff, sarcastically. While Aidan was being loosed, the banter continued in the small set in the basement of 'The Factory.'

The Factory was a...complicated organization. Most knew it as a club. Some knew that the renovated former asylum was also frequently used in filming for horror films. Still fewer knew that it was often employed to film for...other sorts of movies. But only a select handful knew that, for a small percentage of VIPs, it was also a chance to explore damn near any power fantasy, a pet project of the mysterious owner of the club, Max Landau.

That's where Aidan came in. An aspiring actor, Max scouted him for a rather...complicated role. Clients were given a list of the models on staff, the various sets, props, effects, to customize their fantasy. Greg, the silver haired client who just left had requested to recreate scenes from the horror movie that sparked his love of bondage, and thought that the athletic boy next door Aidan would be the perfect model.
He had certainly been a popular choice. Tall and lithe, with rippling muscles but a boyish charm accented by a bright, dimpled smile. He was also known to be a devoted actor, fully committing to even intense 'roles' in the productions that closely vetted clientele required.
Finally freed, he hopped off his chair, and did a few stretched. "As is? No changes or freshening up?" He asked
"None at all. He's in room 6. Devin will be overseeing that." Dean chimed as he began coiling rope.
"Client requested to tie ya. You know the drill, if he does it too tight, just buzz once and Devin will intervene and-" Jack began
"Yes mom!" Aidan shouted back at the protective grunt as he jogged towards the next set.

Jack snickered as he watched the lad run off to his next assignment. Dean brushed back his long, curly black hair and locked eye with his fellow 'Enforcer' as they were privately called. "You got a bad feeling? Think Devin is gonna need to step in?"

Jack's brow furrowed. "I don't know man. Something just seemed...rushed. Dude drops 1000 bucks for an hour and only specifies one model? Nothing else? I wonder if he recognized Aidan from somewhere. Well...Devin knows what he's doing. "

"So does Aidan. You forget that sometimes." Dean said Frankly.

"Yeah...I guess." said Jack, unconvinced.

"Here, lemme finish up here, you go with Devin in the observation room. You'll see, everything will be fine." Dean said with a warm smile. Almost as soon as the words passed his lips, Jack tossed a freshly coiled rope and headed off to meet Aidan. He had a feeling the night was just beginning.

***

A project for @CaptiveDan

What waits for Aidan in room 6?

Thanks for reading folks, stay tuned for more, and special thanks to Dan for the inspiration.

[CaptiveDan]

Wow this is really good! I love the setup of the bondage gig Aiden has , as well as the foreshadowing that he might be about to be in over his head

So excited for the next part!

[_zin_]

Enjoyed how you started this story. I was not sure where the story was heading at first, which really drew me in. And with the cliffhanger ending, what will happen in room 6!

[YourCaptor75]

So excited for the next part!

Keep up with the challenges and you can take part in the writing process buddy.

[YourCaptor75]

Enjoyed how you started this story. I was not sure where the story was heading at first, which really drew me in. And with the cliffhanger ending, what will happen in room 6!

Get used to cliffhangers. I like to keep people on edge.

Also please feel free to act like a client and make some requests for scenes.

[CaptiveDan]

So excited for the next part!

Keep up with the challenges and you can take part in the writing process buddy.

Will do! Gotta find a time to beat my gag record

[CowboyStud]

I like it!

Maybe add tight jeans and cowboy boots? Or tight leather pants and cowboy boots

[YourCaptor75]

I like it!

Maybe add tight jeans and cowboy boots? Or tight leather pants and cowboy boots

On the docket

Thanks for reading!

[Pakislol]

Interesting start! can't wait to see where this is going

[Bootmark]

Looking forward to more. Great job!

[YourCaptor75]

Looking forward to more. Great job!

Hoping to update it tonight when I have some free time. Please feel free to request a scene.

[Bootmark]

Looking forward to more. Great job!

Hoping to update it tonight when I have some free time. Please feel free to request a scene.

I'm all onboard the cowboy scene mentioned above!

[gag1195]

This is a great start! lots of hot bondage and some nice intrigue to keep us interested! Looking forward to more!

[YourCaptor75]

This is a great start! lots of hot bondage and some nice intrigue to keep us interested! Looking forward to more!

Working on the follow up as we speak.

Please feel free to suggest scenes and ties, as if you were a client

[YourCaptor75]

Aidan had a spring in his step as he jogged to the final room he would be bound in for the night. Normally shifts were broken up into 2 to 3 scenes at most, being lengthy complicated affairs. Lately, Aidan had been given the dubious honor of several '1 offs', or scenes so long they took up virtually an entire shift. 8 hours helping someone else live out their power fantasy would normally be a job for masochists, but Aidan found it rather energizing. In a very real sense, he had control moreso than the client. All of his hard limits were coached to the clients by enforcers thoroughly, the same enforcers who supervised every single session from the security booth attached to each room. Additionally, each of the models always wore a buzzer affixed to their hand in a special fingerless glove. Only in extreme rare and intense cases did one ever fall off, and the enforcers always halted the scene to correct the malfunction. by contrast, Aidan saw the deepest darkest secrets of powerful, wealthy men. The bondage, pain, humiliation, that he could take...because he never truly felt vulnerable.

He smirked a bit at the paradoxical nature of his work. To tell the truth, he had no particular attraction to men. He enjoyed some bondage back and forth with lasses he fancied, but something about it felt cute more than intense. That's what made this job perfect; he could fully embrace the intensity of the situation and then simply walk away, refreshed at what felt like the emotional and mental equivalent of a hard workout. He was in the minority among his coworkers, but there was a healthy mutual respect to and from the black sheep of the crew.

He couldn't help but sneak a glance into the neighboring room number 5. A sandy road leading to a mock saloon had been set up. Apparently horses were even brought in so the client, a sub, could be chased down and lassoed by a cowboy. Jack and Devin had been sent on a business trip to get the technique of basic riding and lassoing down. Max Landau spared no expense making his clients have a night they would never forget. Aidan made a mental note to 'need to grab some supplies' around this area tomorrow so he could sneak another peak.

But he had already stalled enough. He had a job to do, and one he enjoyed, especially when he wasn't sure just what to expect.

***

Devin sighed a bit, rubbing his eyes as he sank into his leather office chair. The screens showed every possible angle of the small, barely made up room. The young man grimaced and checked his watch. 11:12. The client mentioned that he was going to step away for a bit before the session which was supposed to begin at 11. Devin simply hoped he wouldn't complain at 12, closing time. He had an appointment at the gym.

Devin was a bodybuilder and personal trainer in addition to his 9-5 job tying and supervising. The jobs felt oddly similar; both involved making people do things they normally wouldn't and lots of grunting. He was mulatto, with coffee colored skin, short black curly hair, and striking green eyes as well as a strong, handsome face. A very tired face this evening.

The enforcers could smell a weirdo a mile away, and kept them away from the models and the Factory in general. Max Landau, his boss, was an eccentric, but would never stand for one of his 'boys' being mistreated. Somehow he had managed to promote Devin and Aidan's work as a form of therapeutic artistic expression. Everyone knew that the clients got their rocks off at what happened, but he actually enjoyed the mutual respect he and the models were able to cultivate from a working relationship involving lots of trust and care...and perhaps a bit of bullying. Keeping the models safe from creeps gave Devin a very special form of satisfaction.
The enforcers could smell a weirdo a mile away, and kept them away from the models and the Factory in general. Max Landau, his boss, was an eccentric, but would never stand for one of his 'boys' being mistreated. Somehow he had managed to promote Devin and Aidan's work as a form of therapeutic artistic expression. Everyone knew that the clients got their rocks off at what happened, but he actually enjoyed the mutual respect he and the models were able to cultivate from a working relationship involving lots of trust and care...and perhaps a bit of bullying. Keeping the models safe from creeps gave Devin a very special form of satisfaction.

But this latest one? He wasn't sure what to make of him. Yes, it was odd to request a 1000 dollar an hour model 'as is' to not waste time. Yes, it was odd to only request a sturdy table (which Aidan was currently sitting on) and the basic equipment for restraints. And yes, it was especially odd to be *late* coming back to an expensive session. But something about the client just resonated with Devin. Almost like he had found a kindred spirit. He couldn't shake the feeling that he would enjoy working out or sparring with the guy...but now his mind was wandering.

"Just uh...sit tight Aidan, I'm sure he'll be back." The model was drumming his hands anxiously on the table, unsatisfied despite being paid for his time rather than length of the actual session.

He forced himself to give a nod out of politeness, but he would rather be let out or....well, the opposite. "I know...thanks Devin, just antsy."

You know the saying 'speak of the devil and he appears'? The door creaked open silently as a figure walked from the shadowy entrance towards the single overhead light. Aidan sprang to attention, literally (Jack had taught him the posture for a soldier to await orders in) "Welcome sir. I hope everything is alright?" he asked sincerely, despite being practically shaking with eagerness to get to work. He was met with silence first. Then footsteps.

Tap
Tap
Tap

Not quite at the light, the man appeared to move like a liquid shadow, inching just closer by the moment. Aidan's brows raised in curious anticipation as the light flooded over the figure slowly. First merely enough for a silhouette, then the brim of a black baseball cap, and finally piercing blue eyes and a sharp-toothed smile.

Time stopped. It made no rational sense, but Aidan knew in that moment that his old paradigm of invulnerability was over. That shadowy figure looked *through* him and stopped time. Aidan opened his mouth to say some pleasantry that didn't come out. He was broken from his trance by the sound of shoe scuffing across the ground. Looking down, he realized it was his own, involuntarily stepping backwards. A raspy chuckle brought his attention back to-and he couldn't explain why he thought in these terms- his captor. Why did that silhouette feel so familiar? Why did the shadows in the room feel like an extension of it? He swallowed hard and regained some composure.

As he did so, it was as if an illusion was lifted, as a happily smiling man stepped into the light. The figure was tall, rough and imposing, not simply from the tattoos on his hands and neck, but by his height, broad muscular frame, and mischievous look in his eyes. "Damn, the pictures don't do you justice bro, you look jacked." He said with a smile, eyeing Aidan up and down. Suddenly taken off guard, Aidan was flushed with embarrassment at his earlier misjudgment and let out a laugh.
As he did so, it was as if an illusion was lifted, as a happily smiling man stepped into the light. The figure was tall, rough and imposing, not simply from the tattoos on his hands and neck, but by his height, broad muscular frame, and mischievous look in his eyes. "Damn, the pictures don't do you justice bro, you look jacked." He said with a smile, eyeing Aidan up and down. Suddenly taken off guard, Aidan was flushed with embarrassment at his earlier misjudgment and let out a laugh.
"Thanks bro...er, thank you sir!"
"Haha, relaaax, I'm not even really started yet." The man appeared to be a bit older than Aidan, late 20's and had a blond buzzcut under his black hat, as well as a blond scruffy beard on his strong jaw. He wore a brown leather jacket with fur on the collar and cuffs, tattered jeans and timberlands. Aidan got the feeling that he had been in more than a few fights by the way he carried himself, yet he inexplicably felt safer than before. "Here, help me get these straps? I'ma spread ya out here." He gestured to some leather straps that they quickly applied to the table, and Aidan graciously walked his client through the process of applying the restraints. The man in the jacket sheepishly admitted he "Never really used this uh...particular stuff."

Aidan offered general professional encouragement all while he was being tightly strapped down and stretched, smiling wider as his captor gained confidence and pulled the restraints tight, tight, tighter till Aidan had to breathe in labored gasps and felt a small burn in several muscles. "Very good sir. This is exactly where you want it. Great tension, but I can still manage this, and relax into position if I focus, stay still and stretch." Aidan said while panting. The man grinned.

Aidan offered general professional encouragement all while he was being tightly strapped down and stretched, smiling wider as his captor gained confidence and pulled the restraints tight, tight, tighter till Aidan had to breathe in labored gasps and felt a small burn in several muscles. "Very good sir. This is exactly where you want it. Great tension, but I can still manage this, and relax into position if I focus, stay still and stretch." Aidan said while panting. The man grinned.

"My buddies call me Wolfy." said the man as he pulled down the front of his t-shirt, exposing a tattoo of a wolf silhouette over his heart. "You can too. 'S long as you can breathe that is, haha."

Aidan smiled and closed his eyes to focus on relaxing into position. He still had about half and hour, and he intended to put on a good show. "Thanks si-er, Wolfy. Ha, old habits."
"Speakin of habits, uh...we should actually get to work." At this Aidan opened his eyes and locked them with Wolfy. Aidan saw a tiredness in the mans eyes, but not much else.

Have you ever wondered why the mona lisa is so famous? A picture doesn't really do it justice, you have to see it up close. There's no way to tell when the woman is thinking. Da Vinci used a technique to subtley blur the sides of the eye and mouth, the most expressive parts of the human body, to give an air of mystery. Aidan swore he saw the same kind of expression in his captor. He had never seen that before. He had to admit, that got his attention.

Aidan smiled and closed his eyes to focus on relaxing into position. He still had about half and hour, and he intended to put on a good show. "Thanks si-er, Wolfy. Ha, old habits."
"Speakin of habits, uh...we should actually get to work." At this Aidan opened his eyes and locked them with Wolfy. Aidan saw a tiredness in the mans eyes, but not much else.
Have you ever wondered why the mona lisa is so famous? A picture doesn't really do it justice, you have to see it up close. There's no way to tell when the woman is thinking. Da Vinci used a technique to subtley blur the sides of the eye and mouth, the most expressive parts of the human body, to give an air of mystery. Aidan swore he saw the same kind of expression in his captor. He had never seen that before. He had to admit, that got his attention.

"Tell me what you need...sir." The honorific was deliberate and not unnoticed. Wolfy chuckled a bit.

"You...are just gonna lay there." he said, poking Aidan's chest down into the table for effect. "And yer...gonna help me get something off my chest. Yer an actor right? Just...act kinda scared as I....vent my frustration. You can do that for me?" Wolfy said quietly, seriously. Aidan noticed the man's hands shaking despite the polite smirk he kept on his face. Either he was nervous, or was feeling adrenaline; maybe both. Aidan reflected that energy with a zenlike calm, nodding, and closing his eyes, preparing to respond.

Time and space were meaningless. There was just the restraints. The overhead light. The table.
Thud

A boot stepped onto the table and suddenly Wolfy, animalistic in his movements, lurched over Aidan like a predator over freshly hunted prey, one hand balancing him from beside Aidan's head while the other firmly, gently grabbed his throat. He had one knee between Aidan's legs, pressing his knees into the captive's exposed crotch, once more gently but firmly.

Aidan opened his eyes to see the silhouette of the Wolf crouching over him, face all in shadow, blocking out most of the overhead light. He tugged at his restraints, flexing his muscles and bucking against the man impotently, gauging his reaction. Some liked strugglers. But the tightening of the hand on his throat and knee pressing into his crotch communicated a different message to Aidan, who gritted his teeth and submissively waited.

Aidan opened his eyes to see the silhouette of the Wolf crouching over him, face all in shadow, blocking out most of the overhead light. He tugged at his restraints, flexing his muscles and bucking against the man impotently, gauging his reaction. Some liked strugglers. But the tightening of the hand on his throat and knee pressing into his crotch communicated a different message to Aidan, who gritted his teeth and submissively waited.

"I've been waiting a long time for this...Peter." came a hard, raspy voice from the shadow over Aidan. A rough hand was placed over his mouth before he could scream...

***

Devin relaxed in his chair, more or less satisfied. There had been some surprisingly pleasant banter, teaching, and apparently an enjoyable moment before the last client of the day set to work. Boy, Aidan sure could act. He went from stoic to absolutely freaking out. Devin had to admit, the laughter coming from 'Wolfy' did sound more than a little unnerving...but it was all a scene. For one thing, Aidan was obviously not named 'Peter.' The real names of models were never given, so it would have to be a wild coincidence for some revenge fantasy to have the same name as one of the models. Still, even if that were the case, Aidan had his buzzer. Devin started to unwind, sure that his work was basically done. He checked his phone to see a text from Dean.

How's our captured hero boy doin?'
'Good. Client is chill, surprisingly. I guess someone just pissed him off and he is doing like a revenge thing?'
'I figured. Tell Jack to calm his tits lol'
'I will when I see him.'
'He isn't there?????'
'Uh....no????? Why, no big deal, he wasn't assigned.'
'yeah, lol. He was assigned with me and then peace'd out. (Is that how you spell that? Peaced? I dunno, never typed it.)'
'Bro he just wanted you to do the cleanup. Which, tbh, I get, he usually comes in early, and he covered a shift for you last week.'
'Yeah, he probably went home. Old time lmao. Anyway pay attention, he'll yell at you if the client eats his favorite model.'
'Dude, I can't believe you said that, this guy goes by wolfy. Bro is gonna eat our buddy lmao! I cringed when he introduced himself! Ngl he seems cool otherwise. I think I've seen him at my gym.'
'That's far from the weirdest thing we have heard around here. But pay attention! I'm finishing up. Grab some food after yer gym session?'
'Sure.'

***

'Aidan' bucked his hips and tugged at the restraints, calling out pleas desperately through a handgag, drowning out the quiet, humorless laughter. Wolfy was once more the figure in the shadows overwhelming everything in the room. "Go ahead bud...call out for help. They're right in earshot." He made sure to chose his language carefully...nothing that would arouse suspicion from an enforcer. "Of course then our little secret gets out."

The piercing blue eyes above Peter hovered over to the little buzzer that normally kept him so safe, now felt like a one way ticket to a ruined life. He deliberately stretched his fingers away from it, quieting himself. He looked up in disbelief, eyes beginning to water, pleading as he panted into the rough hands of his...captor.

Aidan froze as those cold blue eyes looked back at him, hard, focused, like an animal looking at his next meal. He went cold, and couldn't even manage a squirm.

'Aidan' bucked his hips and tugged at the restraints, calling out pleas desperately through a handgag, drowning out the quiet, humorless laughter. Wolfy was once more the figure in the shadows overwhelming everything in the room. "Go ahead bud...call out for help. They're right in earshot." He made sure to chose his language carefully...nothing that would arouse suspicion from an enforcer. "Of course then our little secret gets out."
The piercing blue eyes above Peter hovered over to the little buzzer that normally kept him so safe, now felt like a one way ticket to a ruined life. He deliberately stretched his fingers away from it, quieting himself. He looked up in disbelief, eyes beginning to water, pleading as he panted into the rough hands of his...captor.

Aidan froze as those cold blue eyes looked back at him, hard, focused, like an animal looking at his next meal. He went cold, and couldn't even manage a squirm.

"You good? Nod if you're still ready for more." the tone was soft and kind, but the eyes...the eyes that Devin couldn't see due to the angle...Aidan had the impression that those eyes looked at his bare soul. He swallowed hard, and against every fiber in his body screaming for help, nodded yes. He was now on camera agreeing to more.

-

Some nods to requests which will come in following chapters soon.
Why did Jack ditch Aidan when he needed him most? Why is 'Wolfy' calling him Peter? And what does he have on the model that makes him so cooperative? All this and more in time.

@CaptiveDan another thank you. Keep up the challenges.

[TormentedSlave]

M/M isnt often my favorite but this is very fun. A couple of things, 1) great descriptions of the bondage, 2) good use of subspace, 3) the banter is great, and 4) I like the set up with the scenes, and the mix of playfulness but still, I dont know if intense is the right word, but domineering and intricate ties. Was a fun read

[CaptiveDan]

Wow this is fantastic! I love learning more about the mechanics of how the job works... followed by the really hot and mysterious situation of Aiden/Peter's much more real bondage/entrapment! I'm so excited to see what happens to him, and what power this guy really holds over him

[YourCaptor75]

Wow this is fantastic! I love learning more about the mechanics of how the job works... followed by the really hot and mysterious situation of Aiden/Peter's much more real bondage/entrapment! I'm so excited to see what happens to him, and what power this guy really holds over him

Glad you like it bud. I think you're going to enjoy learning about the job, and how Wolfy found a way to slip through the cracks

[CowboyStud]

We need more!

[YourCaptor75]

Wolfy half-snickered, half growled as his rough hands stroked the young man he had trapped. "Shh now. That's better. I think we have come to an understanding, Pete. You wouldn't want your little secrets getting out and...well, I've grown quite fond of having you nearby. You know that saying about friends and enemies and closely, yeah?" Aidan gulped as he thrashed his head to say yes as emphatically as possible. He shrunk into himself, feeling small and exposed. His captor's tone had ostensibly softened, but had taken on a brutally condescending edge, something Aidan had never really experienced the bite of till it was real.

He was beneath Wolfy, literally and metaphorically. He didn't know how this man knew his secret, and he prayed to God it wasn't-impossibly- a ghost from his past. But those eyes...who else could have eyes like that? Aidan squirmed and looked away from the stare as much as he could, but a rough strong hand brought his face back into alignment over and over again.
And over...
and over...
...and over...
Aidan started screaming at himself internally to not keep looking away, to not risk angering his captor, and eventually, despite every fiber in his being straining against it, Aidan calmed his nerves and looked straight into the eyes of the wolf.

***

'Exquisite' I think to myself at the masterpice underfoot. Every muscle and sinew in 'Aidan's' body is contorted, that pretty face all screwed up in a stew of hot rage, disbelief, and pathetic begging. I smile at him. He starts to cry. I smile wider. "There there." I say softly-actually soft, not fake-soft- as I wipe his tears away and begin stroking his hair. God it still feels the same...holy shit, it still calms him down even now.' His body begins releasing tension in waves involuntarily. I see sadness in his eyes. I smile wider. Probably sadness at the feeling his body is betraying him. He is growing underneath me.

"Now now boy, if I wanted to hurt you, you think I wouldn't have done that instead of going through all that trouble to track you down and wrangle ya?" I take on a southern drawl at the end for effect and chuckle to myself. I don't think he likes my joke. "In fact, I'm gonna let you go. And at your little studio apartment, under the bed where you're gonna sleep tonight, STAY focused boy" I jostle him a bit to snap him out of the sobs he began letting out when I mentioned his home. After taking a second to cool off, I chuckle about that pathetically beautiful display and the many more like it to come...but I am on a tight schedule. "Under yer bed, you won't find no monsters, but you will find a little gift. A phone, with one contact. I think you're getting the picture, yes?"

I can't help but laugh as he bucks his hips under me, trying and failing to move me, but succeeding in putting pressure on his balls and growing cock.

The rest is a blur. They say in show business you always keep 'em wanting more, not less. And besides, my time is up. I call down Devin and butter him up, saying how he looks great and seeing if he has seen me around 'this little gym I go to." Introverted, insecure, and not too ambitious; wasn't hard to find an angle with him. Make him feel like the coolest guy I've ever met and he will rise to the occasion. He was so distracted by my asking for advice on fitness that he barely even noticed 'Aidan'-pale as a ghost- get up off the table once we loosed him and scurry off as inconspicuously as he could.

Watching that lithe body run off as though he had escaped filled me with anger and disgust. I HAD him...but now was not the time. So scurry away prey. Do not get used to it.

I felt a lull in Devin's monologue, possibly due to a rare moment of self-reflection in which he noticed I'd stopped paying attention. Only momentum carried his last few statements. "Thanks man, but I am exhausted, I think I just zoned out there, could you show me the exit?"

I play up the exhausted airhead angle as I ask if a number of different doors are the exit, only for him to tell me some details about what goes on inside each of them. He has been unusually helpful considering the unexpected turn the night has taken. Finally, I don't have a good excuse to keep snooping vicariously through him and he shows me the exit. "Thanks so much man, I can make it from here, you better go back and clean up, sorry I took you away bro." He nods and does as he is bidden...good boy. I'm alone in the halls now, walking slowly towards the exit till I know he is out of earshot.

Then I slowly walk my way back to my little loose end to tie up. I look the hall up and down again before pulling a security card out of my pocket. I smirk as I hear just barely through the closet door a thud, and a scrape, back and forth rhythmically. I beep the card against the supply closet door where a locked chest is furiously but impotently bucking around to the sound of severly muffled 'mmphs'.

***

Aidan's commute home felt like a bad trip on magic mushrooms. His panic had fully internalized. He felt somehow more restricted than when he was under his captor. Every shadow was him. Every passerby was a spectator. The familiar route home now felt like a steel trap snapping tight around him. He only had one hope beyond all hope...that there was nothing under his bed. Finally saying it made him realize how small and pathetic he felt.

His chest rose and fell with his rapid breath, straining repeatedly against the fabric of his skin tight tank top. What once felt like a garment playfully showing off his sculpted body now felt like a target on his back, as every stray glance felt like those blue eyes that saw right through him. He tried to make himself small. Tried to hide his face with his hat, before throwing it off suddenly, disgusted at the way it reminded him of...

At the door to his little studio apartment, he ran his finger through his curly hair. He cut a figure akin to Michelangelo's David, or Cabanel's lucifer, and now he had the choice to embody their courage or despair respectively. His heart was in his throat as he he opened the door to his apartment.

There. In the corner. His bed, beside the window, silver blue moonlight came in round through the window, like yet another piercing blue eye, resting ominously on his bed. Aidan steeled himself and checked for monsters under his bed. He got on his hands and knees and reached into the darkness through his messily hanging banket, making a sweep.
Nothing...
Nothing...
Nothing...
Then a buzz and a light. Aidan gasped and pulled his arm away like a bear trap had just snapper around it. He shivered a bit in disbelief as his stomach twisted in knots. It was a phone going off under his bed.
'Hey boy. Thought you would be here around now. Lmk if my time estimation was good, lol.'
Aidan looked like a shell of a man as he read the screen on the phone. His own home now felt like a cage. And he couldn't shake that awful feeling that he deserved this.

'What do you want?'
'Yer gonna pick up a package for me. A box that you'll be taking home from work.'

Aidan gritted his teeth and tensed his jaw as he clicked the image file.

In a closet, inside an open chest the enforcers use to pack extra bondage equipment, was a suited figure, bound and gagged with a variety of restraints clearly done hastily.
"Jack..."

-
That's a wrap for part 3. Everyone say thank you to @CaptiveDan and wish him luck on the upcoming challenge I'm cooking up for him with our buddy @Kishi

Al feedback is appreciated, but especially thoughts on what is working well, or poorly. Of course also feel to request certain ties or scenarios

Peace.

[Kishi]

Love the intense psychological control aspect of this. Some really visceral descriptions too! Need a Wolfy in my life ... and a bound-up Jack, haha

Get ready @CaptiveDan, I think you'll really like what we have in store for you ;P

[CaptiveDan]

Wow this is absolutely incredible! Aiden's secret, the capture and boxing of Jack, Wolfy's act to win over the staff, and course Aiden's slow descent into true submission... So hot, so exciting!

Excited for more parts, and excited to see what I got to do to keep them coming

[YourCaptor75]

“How much respect a noble man has for his enemies! - a respect of that sort is a bridge to love... For he insists on having his enemy to himself, as a mark of distinction.”

—Nietzsche
***
Earlier that evening...

Jack made a brisk jog after Aidan. Truthfully he didn't know what he would do or say or look for, but he was a watchdog of a man. He cut an imposing figure moving decisively towards the unknown, brow furrowed, muscles tensing and flexing under his sleek suit. A stark contrast to the relaxed and tattered attire of the man coincidentally just entering the hallway.

Wolfy

The two alpha males made an interesting yin-yang dynamic; both blonds had a similar build, Wolfy being taller and leaner whereas Jack was shorter and broader; Wolfy had a relaxed posture with his shoulders and chest relaxed, whereas Jack's was purposefully held high and tight like his hair. The two were like dogs smelling for pheremones to decide who was the top. Dog that is.

"We need to talk...sir." Jack said, with a paper thin veneer of civil professionalism. Wolfy smiled with the corners of his mouth, while his eyes remained narrow and focused.

"Sure." He played along, acting innocent. "You want to show me something more about my sub?" He smiled widely with a cheerful glint in his eye, taking a bet that the particular turn of phrase would sting his challenger.

"Why don't you step in here with me sir." Jack responded curtly, almost through his teeth. He stared daggers at the cocky creep who his gut told him wanted to hurt a good sub. Wolfy nodded and stepped with Jack into what turned out to be a a supply closet, which he opened with a scan of his security card.

"Jack McHale eh?" Wolfy smiled warmly, with a cold gleam in his eyes. Jack narrowed his eyes. He never mentioned his name; did this creep scan his card as he flashed it, or..."How can I help you Mr. McHale. Did I pronounce that right?"
"I think there's been a misunderstanding. We'll be happy to refund your purchase." said McHale

Wolfy let the mask slip a bit. "That didn't sound like an option Mr. McHale." He loved seeing that slight wince every time Jack heard his name used, and took note of it.

He also took note of Jack's speed. The marine clasped his right forearm against the back of Wolfy's neck, with his right hand reaching around to grab his left sleeve as his left arm shot up to make a triangle by gripping his right forearm close to Wolfy's throat. This pulled his sleeve extremely taught against his opponents throat, causing the man to get red as he struggled not to choke, while trying to pry Jack's arms away from him. "This IS the option for creeps like you, punk!"
Jack stopped tightening momentarily in a rare moment of surprise; he could have sworn he just saw the first genuine look of happiness from his 'client.'

Wolfy dropped his knees to the floor, balancing on them and his tiptoes in a quick twitch motion, snapping his head loose of Jack's surprisingly fast and precise grip.

***

'God I missed having a challenge.' He hasn't recovered his balance from my slip yet, so I shoot forward into his hips, getting lucky and knocking him on his ass as his head smacks into the wall, dazing him.

Or so I thought; cheeky fucker brings up his elbows as I go for a clutch on his upper body, clocking me in the chin. I step back a bit in recovery, and while he is free of my weight he rolls blindly to the side, making distance and finally properly recovering. Fine. I get into a low wrestling stance. I have two advantages. 3 if you can't me simply being better. 1, the sweet little gift of handcuffs I snuck into my pocket as GI Joe marched me off to confront me; they must keep supplies in here, like in those chests. The second, funnily enough, is that he seems to have forgotten that my black hat fell off and is hidden in the dark of the dimly lit closet. I know exactly where it fell.

I sneak forward towards him, low and steady, as if looking for an opportunity to approach. There.

Reaching my hand low to the floor I feel the cloth of my hat. I'm in luck, my pinky snags the opening in the back. He looks ready and approaches; he looks *well trained* more importantly. He was fast, and has some real muscle, so if he gets a good hit I'm probably not gonna be able to defend against follow ups; game over. Luckily for him, in the narrow hallway, he has one extremely good option; a barrage of punches straight at me. Luckily for *me* I know this is the option he is going to choose.

Just as he is about to throw the first punch, I fling my hat up at his face, catching him off guard and forcing his hand into a guard position.

*Click*
I can't help but grin as I slap one of the locks over his left wrist, holding the connecting chain firmly in my right. I see a feint look of "oh fuck" on his face and drink it in before he begins swinging at my while I pull and twist him around. He does a great job staying on his feet and lands a few guy hits despite me keeping him off balance, but eventually I maneuver him into a shoulder throw.

He crashes with his back on the ground and his leg up and against the door. Perfect. I step over with my left foot, pinning his sleeve to the ground with my boot heel. Now with no leverage from his legs from his legs, I use the leverage I have over his cuffed left arm to force his wrist into a painful chicken-wing, then put leverage on his elbow, twisting him to his right. In an attempt to escape, he pushes backwards with his feet, but that's exactly what I want. As he slides back, I press my right knee against his locked left arm and drive it to the side, turning him over with his chest pinning his own right arm, and his feet up against the door like he is hogtied. "Fuck." He hisses.

"Maybe later if you ask nicely." I whisper in response, then grinning as he thrashes under me, bucking like a rodeo bull and growling like a lion.

Right leg goes over his back, then twist his left arm so it gets pinned above it on the middle of his back and held in place by my left hand pressing down while pulling the chain towards his head. Finally, it's just a matter of grabbing his pinned right wrist, lifting some of the pressure off of him, and circling it slowly over his head, around his right side, and then to the mid of his back.
*Click*
Oh he fought. God he fought. But with that click we both know it's over. He breathes out as his jaw goes slack. I've seen this look many times; the look of a man who lost his status of top dog.

"Now...what else you got in his....oh fuck, what's your name again? Haha, I forgot." I ask absentmindedly, still pinning my shellshocked prisoner as I rummage through a trunk. "Jackpot. Oh, heh, that's your name."

***

@CaptiveDan @Kishi enjoy fellas, you earned it

[Kishi]

This reminded me of the calculating, bullet-time fight scenes from the Sherlock Holmes movies! Really exciting and kinetic read. You really don’t want to end up in Wolfy’s crosshairs!

Well, I do, extremely badly, but generally speaking.

[YourCaptor75]

This reminded me of the calculating, bullet-time fight scenes from the Sherlock Holmes movies! Really exciting and kinetic read. You really don’t want to end up in Wolfy’s crosshairs!

Well, I do, extremely badly, but generally speaking.

Discombobulate

Glad you like it. Maybe you will be in Wolfy's crosshairs soon.
Or at least crossed ropes. For your own protection of course