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All he had been doing was a necessary network audit in his role as an IT contractor. Run-of-the-mill stuff. But he had noticed that a few of the employees were awfully stand-offish during his week at BG Inc.  He couldn't figure out why. Until he found that sub-folder buried within the system.

 

Holy shit, he thought to himself, someone's been embezzling around here. And that's when the big guy and two of his friends grabbed him. Jon, currently single and prone to working late nights, tried to call for help but the guy's big meaty hand was sealed over his lips as they dragged him kicking and mmpphing to a storeroom.

 

Before he knew it, he was tied up with thick black rope. His hands roped behind his back, knees and ankles tied together, and they sat his ass on a high stool so he couldn't squirm and writhe too much in his bondage without falling! The big guy's accomplices left, one of them mentioning something about "a box." Oh, shit, were they going to put him in something and bury him?

 

"Please I don't know why you guys are doing this, I don't. I didn't see anything," Jon pleaded with the big guy as his captor fooled around at an old desk with what looked like strips of cloth.

 

"Surrrrrree, you didn't. We've been watching you ALL WEEK, Mr. IT Guy. Believe it or not, I was actually rooting for you not to find out about our extracurricular activities around here. We still feel bad about having to ship the last guy to the farm down under,"

 

"What? Farm? Down under? What the hell are you talking about? Just let me go! I don't care what you guys are doing. I just want to go home," Jon pleaded desperately. 

 

"Home, hmm. Unfortunately, Mr. IT, you're moving. See, in addition to our financial fun, the other boys and I also have a financial interest in a little place in the desert at the bottom of the world. It's kind of like summer camp except you're going to spend a LLOONNNGGG time there. In bondage. As a sex slave for our very rich, very perverted clients."

 

Jon was speechless. A sex slave? Him? It sounded like gay porn! This had to be a joke. Some kind of hazing for the new guy. Don't they know I'm just a temp, he thought desperately? The ropes were so tight. He was so helpless. This guy could do anything he wanted to him. And proceeded to do so.

 

He approached Jon with a wad of cloth. Jon knew what it was for.

 

"Please don't. You don't have to gag me," he begged quietly.

 

Apparently, the big guy did. He stuffed the cloth in his mouth, firmly but almost tenderly like he was feeding a baby. Jon felt like an idiot sitting there, tied up with cloth stuffed in his mouth preventing him from crying for help. It wouldn't have mattered. The security guard was in on it, too, and was currently watching Jon getting gagged on the security cam feed and rubbing his crotch. He was a good example of the farm's clientele.

 

As Jon's head was wrapped in duct tape, he tried to form words to protest through his stuffed mouth but it was no use.

 

"Did anyone tell you that you give the sexiest little mmpphs when you're gagged? A big strapping guy like you all helpless. I'll make sure the guys down at the farm keep you gagged all the time so they can experience them, too. So sexy!"

 

The duct tape sealed his speech's fate. Jon was blindfolded next. He had never felt so helpless. Couldn't move, talk or see. He was putty in this weirdo's hands.

 

"Mmmmpphh? Mmmmpphh! Mmmmmmpphhh!"

 

That was in response to the sudden socked feet tickling he was being given by the big guy. He tried not to show that he was ticklish. He had a feeling any weakness he revealed would be used against him where he was supposedly going. In a box! With airholes this time, had the big guy said? NNNNOOOO!!!

 

The big guy opened Jon's shirt, feeling up his barrel chest. How is it that he was a burly boy that couldn't, OOOF, bust out of these damn ropes! The squirming he was doing was mortifying! He felt like a XXXX chick!

 

His captor finally left the room to get "the box" ready. Jon squirmed and wiggled with all his might in his bondage. He flexed muscles, tried to spread his legs and ankles, and debated whether he should hop in his socked feet for help. He had realized this wasn't some sort of hazing and these guys had a fate worse than XXXX in store for him. Jon began to imagine his future -  only allowed to wear a thong with wrist and ankle cuffs for bondage, buttplugs, ass XXXX, dressed up as a girl, treated like a dog or a horse, spanking, XXXX to suck cock. His imagination got him even more terrified as he panicked in his unyielding bondage.

 

Well, at least the box will have holes this time.