Men

Nate Anders stood in front of the door contemplating his next move. He knew that once he opened the door there might not be turning back, but he was willing to take the risk. After all, his father is the reason he's in this town in the first place.

It all started on a relatively average day. Nate and his longtime boyfriend Theo were cuddling on their living room couch as their TV played, although they were more focused on each other's company than what was playing, until the ringing of the house phone interrupted thier moment.

Nate picked up the phone and heard his father's voice on the other end. Nate and his dad always kept in touch ever since he left his hometown, but this time, instead of a friendly hello, his dad sounded distressed. He told Nate to "come home as soon as possible," it was an emergency and he needed help. But before Nate's dad could say anything else, the call ended.

Nate, who was understandably stressed, explained the call to his confused boyfriend, how his dad needed help and that they needed to go back to their hometown. Theo agreed to come along without much of a second thought, willing to support his partner. So with that, the two packed a few essentials and left.

Although the two towns were fairly distanced apart, it was possible to travel between them through a few straight hours of driving. This caused Nate to wonder what kind of emergency his dad was in that would cause him to call Nate knowing the time it would take him to get there. Despite Nate's worries the two arrived in town a little after midnight. Nate was unaware about the "invasion" at the time, or at least that's what he calls it. Even now he's not sure if he arrived at the height of the invasion or the very beginning. Regardless, when the two boys arrived Nate went straight for his dad's house while Theo went to find a place to sleep for the night.

Nate made his way to his dad's house doing his best to keep out of sight, even though he wasn't doing anything wrong, he didn't want anyone to see him from thier house and think he was some sort of troublemaker. Nate's hometown was always very enclosed, not to say it was small by anymeans. The town had a decently high population and many buildings, but it was very old compared to areas around it. All shops and services were owned by residents of the town, there were no big industry chains or anything like that. So when nighttime would hit, almost every store or building closed for the day, besides essential services. No cars would be driving since there was nowhere to go, and people would stay in thier houses since there was no where else to be. So it was always a bit suspicious if you saw someone walking around at night.

When Nate arrived at the house he surveyed the area looking to see if there was a way to get in, but after finding no broken windows or holes of any kind he decided that he couldn't waste anymore time and went to try and break down the front door. Although he wasn't sure he was strong enough to do so, Nate had to try. But when Nate was at the front door he realized that it was actually unlocked. Cautiously, Nate investigated the entire house unfortunately turning up nothing, no sign of his dad but no sign of anyone else either. Nothing seemed out of place or looked like it had been rummaged through, it felt as if his dad just temporarilly left to run an errand. This left Nate with even more questions. Was his dad kidnapped? Did he run away?

Still determined to find his dad Nate decided to investigate his dad's tailor shop. Nate's dad always had a knack for anything clothing related, whether it be design, crafting, or tailoring. It was inevitable that his dad would set up a clothing store of some kind, in this case a tailor. It was never the most popular mostly due to the fact that in the quiet reserved town, suits weren't really a big necessity. When Nate approached the shop it was naturally closed, the doors were locked and no one seemed to be inside. Looking at the merchandise through the glass walls of the shop, Nate had a recollection. While there were very few people out due to the incredibly late hour, all of the people he saw walking around were men in suits. Not only was it uncommon to see one person walking around in a suit, but to see anyone walking around this late was weird. He hadn't realized it until after getting a chance to stop and think. Are these suits his dad's? Why are more people wearing them all of a sudden? Nate wondered if there was some sort of fancy party going on that night, but he eventually let go of the idea convincing himself that there was just a change in demand over the years he'd been away.

Nate had only one more place to search in mind, the police station. He saved this place for last because secretly, Nate was worried that his dad committed a crime and got himself arrested. It would make the most sense logically given the situation and the hectic phone call he recieved. The police station was a pretty far walk away from Nate's current location, so he really got a good look around hus old hometown. As he was walking through town, Nate realized that alot of the houses had no signs of residence at all. Windows were left open, front doors were unlocked or open entirely, and no lights in sight. It looked like all the homeowners left for a quick step outside but never went back in. "Mabey there is some sort of party?" Nate thought to himself. Was his dad also at the party? If so then why did he call Nate so frantically?

Nate was close to arriving at the station in the commercial district when he heard a faint yelling coming from behind a building. Concerned for the well-being of whoever was yelling, while also wondering if this mysterious person was his dad, Nate slowly approached the corner of the building. When he peeked around the corner, he saw something he would never forget.

A man was on the ground against the building wall, and in front of him stood two men in suits looking down at him as they stepped closer. "PLEASE, PLEASE DONT DO THIS!" the man on the floor yelled, but neither of the suited individuals responded. Instead, to Nate's shock, one of the suited men straightened his tie, and a beam suddenly shot out of the tie knot. The beam hit the man in the chest causing him to jerk back and cry out in pain. As Nate watched the man writhe in pain, he noticed that his clothes started to change. Suit pants started to grow over his legs as a button up shirt rose up from his midsection. The suited man, still firing the mysterious beam, stared emotionless as the man before him continued to change. Dress shoe began to form around the man's feet and a black silk began wrapping around the man's neck from under his dress shirt before tieing into a knot at the front of his neck as the last bit of silk rolled down his chest forming a tie. Lastly a black suit blazer shaped itself around the man, the buttons buttoning themselves. After the transformation finished the man was dressed in a suit similar to the suited men before him. As the beam continued firing at the man's chest, he started letting out stifled moans. It looked as if the man was trying to hold back something within him as his moans fuller and more frequent until he let out a loud moan, throwing his head back in ecstasy and closing his eyes. Almost immediately after, the man's head and body slumped forward as his chin touched his chest. The beam stopped firing as the suited men stared at the new formally dressed man in front of them. After kneeling immobile for a few seconds, the newly suited man's eyes opened and his head slowly raised. The man stood up to greet the other suited men. He straightened his tie as they all smirked at each other and walked off.

Nate ducked behind the building out of sight as he began to panick. "What the fuck was that?" He said to himself. Nate looked around regaining his sense of location and remembered his trip to the police station. He got up and ran down the street to the station in a fear hoping he could find some sort of help.

By the time he arrived at the station, Nate had begun convincing himself that what he saw behind that building wasn't real. Mabey he was just tired? But when he got close to the station, that lie he formed was shattered instantly. Through the glass wall of the station he saw a police officer backing against a wall, holding his gun up at two more suited men. The men walked closer unafraid of the officer's threat. And before the officer could even think of firing his weapon, both suited men shot the same beam Nate saw earlier out of the knot of thier ties. The beams struck the officer in the chest causing him to stumble backwards, dropping his gun as he seemed to yell in pain. The officer clutched his head as a three-piece suit formed on him as well, although unlike the first man, the suit forming on the officer didn't match the suits the other two men were wearing. The officer was fully enveloped in his new formal attire twice as fast as the first man Nate saw, likely due to him getting hit with two beams rather than one. And once again, Nate saw the officer reel his head back, his eyes closed and mouth open. Nate could only assume the officer had moaned as well, but he couldn't hear trough the wall of the station. The former officer fell to his knees, slumped forward, and eyes closed. Then after a few seconds opened his eyes and stood up. Nate watched as the two original suited men talked to the officer, but unable to hear thier conversation, Nate had no idea what was said. He only watched as the newly suited officer nodded in response and walked our of the building and down the street, missing Nate as he dove behind the side of the building.

Nate, now forced to accept that the situation he's in was real, sat against the side of the building, wondering what he should do next when his phone buzzed, it was Theo. Texting him asking if he was ok, as he'd been doing periodically throughout the night, worried for the saftey of his boyfriend. Nate snapped back to reality, realizing he had to warm Theo about this whole situation. So he got up and started making his way to the hotel that Theo mentioned he found.

Nate arrived at the hotel, checked in with the receptionist, and made his way to the room Theo was in. "Did you find your dad?" Theo asked when Nate walked through the door. Nate shook his head before sitting Theo down and explaining what he saw with the suited men. "What? Are you serious?" Theo was understandably skeptical. "I'm serious, these guys in suits were going around turning people into one of them!" Nate was having trouble convincing his boyfriend of his story, but it's a hard thing to explain when Nate himself does t even fully understand what's happening. He had so many questions. Were these guys in suits human, or was this some sort of alien invasion? How did these suits even work, were the ties some sort of machinery? And how did these beams they fired not only change people's clothes, but hypnotize them as well? Was it even hypnosis, or was is some brain parasite, or even possession? Theo quickly stopped questioning Nate's story, deciding to trust him.

But as the two discussed the situation, Nate heard a sound coming from down the hall. Click, clack, click, clack. Nate quickly realized that the sound was footsteps from dress shoes on the hardwood hallway floor.

Nate rushed over to the door, shushing Theo. Looking through the peephole, Nate saw a man in a suit walk past the door. Taken aback, Nate grabbed Theo and quietly dragged him out the door and down the hallway in the opposite direction. He knew they had to get out of here and fast.

The two boys rushed down the stairwell to the main lounge but when they arrived, Nate froze in his tracks. The receptionist, who was wearing a red hotel uniform when Nate first walked in, was now sitting at the front desk fixing his tie and wearing a red suit.

Nate knew that trying to run past the newly suited man was a bad idea. He had access to the intercom system after all and could easily call all the suited men in the hotel on Nate and Theo.

Theo suddenly had an idea, grabbed Nate's arm, and led him back up the stairs and out an emergency exit. The two boys ran from the hotel unable to get to thier car due to the rapid increase in suited men patrolling the parking lot.

Almost a months time later, Nate and Theo had found a hideout from the suited men. A place that no one would have any reason to be or suspect. The boys had been working on an escape plan for the past few weeks during nighttime, and during the day, they would go out and sneak around town to observe the behavior of the suited men. Nate would monitor the city, and Theo would watch the town's border gate, which was guarded by two suited men who appeared shortly after the hotel incident.

After weeks of observation the boys laid out the information they gathered in order to form a plan.

First, they found that the suited men were locking down the city. Constant patrolling, investigating abandoned houses, and even stealing cars to prevent and easy form of escape. Nate's car was stolen from the hotel parking lot. Luckily Theo was able to find partially repair, and hude away a broken down vehicle found near thier hiding spot.

Second, the behaviors of the suited individuals. Altuough it felt like a zombie apocalypse, it didnt look like it, and the suited men didnt act like zombies. When chasing and converting non suited citizens, they dont get feral or aggressive, they stay composed and refined. Outside of conversion, they still seemed cognizant, intelligent, and able-bodied. They would even communicate with each other, like talking about current happenings, plans, or intrests. They would smile and laugh with each other like any normal conversation between non suited individuals.

They could also be seen building, or at least doing some sort of fixing. They would be working on places like stores, apartment complexes, and even post offices altering them. Repourposing them for an unknown cause. There were trucks driving throughout the town as well, transfering unknown materials.

Third, Nate found that although the suited men were still human, they didn't seem to need food, any men seen near or inside grocery stores were just patrolling rather than finding food. At least it allowed for the boys to have a reliable food source during thier time hiding away, as long as it was safe to grab. Similarly, Theo concluded that the suited men didn't need sleep either, as he watched the town gate for weeks and never saw the guards switch out or even take breaks. While watching the gate, sometimes other suited men would pull up, either on foot or in a stolen vehicle, and would be let through the gate to go to who knows where. Theo couldn't make out what the men would say, so he had limited information.

Lastly, Nate found that there seems to be some sort of job system or hierarchy within the suited population. He found that the suited men who worked as guards or patrol, were law officers before being suited.

The ones that were building or transporting materials, held similar jobs pre-suiting as well. Even the one taking stray cars, Nate recognized as an auto repair worker he use to live down the street from. This is also why it was surprisingly safer to go out during the day since there were less men walking about aimlessly, they were mostly focused of some type assignment. But at nighttime, while some men still continued thier task, many others started roaming the streets.

With the information the boys gathered, while still leaving them with questions, it was enough to form a plan. They would escape tomorrow at sunset through a backroute that was usually left unguarded. Although Theo was confident and focused on the plan, Nate's mind was racing. He wondered if the outside world was still the same. How far had this suited invasion spread, if it had spread at all?

And secretly, Nate still wondered about his dad. He still had this hope that mabey his dad was safe and hidden, or managed to escape. However he knew that he had to put the feeling behind him so he could focus on the plan for tomorrow.

After all was said and done, the boys decided to go to bed for the night, and started thier nightly routine of checking all entrances and windows to make sure no threats were close by. But when Nate opened the front door to make sure no threats where lurking around, he saw a strange peice if paper waiting at his feet right outside the door, it was a note.

Nate, it's me your father. I can't believe you're here, and alive! I saw you one afternoon sneaking through town but for your safety, I couldn't follow you. I'm currently bieng hunted down by some of those suit guys and following you would just put them on your trail. However I have a hideout that we can meet up at. After we meet up we can plan our escape.

There was an address at the bottom of the note, Nate knew exactly where it was. But he was immediately skeptical, was this some sort of trap? Why would his dad not just call him? Was it really that dangerous for his dad that he couldnt try to find them later? It was also highly unlikely that Nate's dad was still out there, but then again Nate wasn't sure how many survivors there were, there could be more than he thought. He never did see his dad in one of those suits, and over the course of the month, he had seen pretty much everyone in the town. Not to forget, the note did address him by name. Also, if the note was from one of those suited guys and they really did see Nate or Theo, why would they wait to send a note instead of just ambushing them immediately?

Although Nate felt uneasy about the situation, the inconsistencies which made the possibly of a threat seem unlikely, as well as Nate still secretly hoping that his dad is actually safe, caused him to stifle his fear.

Nate waited for Theo to go to sleep, since he knew Theo would never let him take the risk. He then wrote a quick note saying that he had gone out to survey the exit route one last time, and placed the note next to Theo for him to see once he wakes up in the morning. Nate quietly left the hideaway and made his way through the town even quieter. Until he reached the address that was on the note. It was a bit out of the way from everywhere else, not the place anyone would be seen hanging around. A decent hiding spot.

Now, here he was, standing in front of the door unsure if he should open it. Nate almost wanted to turn around and just let this whole thing go, but the chance that his dad was safe and just through this door caused Nate's familial concern to get the better of him.

Nate opened the door, and stepped into the main room. And in the center of the room, Nate saw two men in suits. The first man, Nate didnt recognize. He was facing the doorway and holding his arms out. He was big and had a strong physique, but his face looked like he was struggling and in pain.

The second man was in front of the previous one, but had his back turned to the doorway, his attention focused oh the man in front of him. He seemed to be inspecting the first man's suit, tightening thier tie. His body was smaller than the first man, but looked older.

The first man noticed Nate and instantly started pleading for help. "HELP ME, OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME!" The man's yelling quickly ceased as he let out a strained moan and lost consciousness. His arms fell to his sides and his head flopped forward, his eyes closed and his chin touching his chest. However, his body remained standing.

The second man turned around to see the cause of the now unconscious man's outburst. Nate locked eyes with the man as he realized, it was hid dad. "Oh, son. You came a little earlier than expected." Nate's dad smiled innocently, as the other man slowly started to raise his head. "But no matter, I just finished up here anyway. Now we can truly get started."

Nate's dad stepped to the side, revealing the other man standing there fully awake with malicious smirk on his face.

He stood robotically as Nate's dad stared at him, as if he was communicating telepathically. Nate's dad did a quick nod towards the man, and as if ordered, the man's eyes locked on to Nate as he lunged towards him. Before Nate could react, the man had grabbed him and wrapped his arms around Nate's neck. Nate had no chance of fighting off the big man, his strength almost seemed superhuman. Nate started to lose consciousness, the last thing he saw was his dad slowly approaching him with a malicious smile growing across his face.

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Nate awoke in a daze, unable to move while his vision adjusted to the lights of his mysterious new location. It was a big, open room with a hardwood floor, studio lights, and countless suits lining the walls. Nate knew he had never been in this room before, yet the place still felt familiar.

While looking around, Nate heard footsteps from in front of him, his head whipped around to face forward, and his eyes immediately locked onto the figure approaching him. It was his dad, with a sly smile on his face.

"Good morning Nathaniel." Nate's dad said with a calm voice as he flashed a warm and almost comforting smile. Nate, now fully awake and aware of his situation, tried to stand up but still couldn't move. He looked down and realized that both his arms and legs were strapped to a chair by metal cuffs, while the chair itself was bolted to the ground.

Something about the chair's design gave Nate another familiar feeling, except this time he figured out where he was. Nate's dad, noticed the recollection cross Nate's face. He slowly approached Nate with a cocky strut. "That's right, you're inside my new and improved tailor shop." Nate's dad smiled triumphantly. "Well, the newly added basement portion to be exact." Nate donned a look of confusion, which his dad picked up on and continued to explain. "Not only have we redesigned the shop in general, but we've also added this underground area which is connected to the underground tunnel system that spreads across town. It allows for quicker more efficient travel between our important facilities, surely you've noticed our men working on those buildings throughout town?"

Nate struggled to release himself from the chair as his dad rambled on. "I must say, I'm surprised you still recognized this place. With how long you've been gone, abd the whole redesign." Nate's dad kneeled in front of Nate putting his hand on his son's shoulder. "Doesn't this bring back memories? Did you miss your old man?"

Nate stopped struggling in his restraints, finally was able to find his voice. "You aren't my dad." Nate's dad feinged a hurt expression. "Aww, don't be like that, Nathaniel." Nate's dad rose from his knee, as he began moving backwards. "I missed you. I missed my son." Nate's dad moved over to a clothing rack with two hangers on it. One was empty, the other had a full suit hanging on it. "But no matter. I know you've got alot on your mind right now and it's probably just the stress talking." Nate's dad took off his tuxedo jacket, hanging it on the empty hanger. He grabbed the clothing rack and started wheeling it towards Nate, setting it right beside his chair. "Besides, once we're done here, I'm sure you'll... change your mind."

Nate's dad took off the pair of suit pants from the other hanger and laid them over his shoulder. "Oh! I suppose I should give you a little explanation of things you might've seen. I'm sure you're very confused right now." Nate's dad bent down, removed one of the cuffs holding Nate's legs, and started pulling down his pants leg. Nate tried to fight back, but with only one leg free, which was already being held down, he didn't get far. His pants leg was removed and the cuff was put back on as his dad moved over to the next leg, continuing his monologue.

"Not that it really matters to explain to you now. Once we're finished here, your mind will be connected to the hive, you'll understand everything." Nate's pants had been fully removed. His dad then removed both cuffs on his legs, took the suit pants from his shoulder, and started to force them on Nate's legs. Nate kicked and squirmed in an attempt to fight back, but the more the pants made thier way up his legs, the slower and weaker his kicks became.

Nate's dad kept talking, unfazed by his son's struggles. "But, I might as well explain anyway. We don't want things to get awkward, do we?" Nate's dad let out a small chuckle. "You're my son afterall, we can talk to each other right?" Nate didnt respond, he simply glared angrily in response to his dad's smiling face, while the suit pants were finally pushed over his legs fully, zipped and buttoned. With the pants now properly equipped, Nate found that he could no longer move or feel his legs. He also couldn't help but feel like he was hearing a faint whisper in the back of his head, as his cock grew slightly harder...

Nate's dad smirked knowingly as he made his way back to the clothing rack, and grabbed a pair of shoes and socks from the bottom. "You're probably wondering how we go about turning men into our suited soldiers." Nate's dad bent down preparing to remove Nate's shoes and socks. Nate could simply watch and listen to his dad drone on as he was unable to move his legs, and could barely move his feet.

"Well, the secret is in the suits themselves. Each part of our suits are imbued with a hypnotic power that forces the wearer under the control of our growing suited empire." Nates shies and socks were now fully taken off and black dress socks had slipped over Nate's feet and pulled up all the way to his knee under his pants. Nate's dad took the black dress shoes and began to put them on Nate's feet. He was met with even less resistance from Nate thanks to the socks.

"While our suits are how we bring new men into the fold, there are two main methods that we use to suit someone up. First, is the conversion ray. You've probably seen it many-a-times now. A beam of pure hypnotic power that can weaken the mental defenses of the target as well as change clothes into our special suits. The conversion ray is a power that all of our suit's ties have and it's a automatic way of suiting someone up in order to make them a suited soldier. It's the way I was converted, it does stings a little, but the newly converted targets never seem to mind."

Nate's dad smiled as if he was reminiscing. Meanwhile, both shoes were on Nate's feet and once again Nate lost complete sense of feeling in his feet. He was also certain he was hearing a voice whispering in the back of his head, but he couldn't make out what it was saying. His cock got slightly harder agian, except this time he noticed. A confused panic grew on Nate's face as he questioned to himself, was he getting hard? Why couldn't he move his body?

Nate's dad ignored his son's panic has he pulled out a remote. With the remote he unlocked all the cuffs keeping Nate stuck in the chair. Nate didnt get up, he couldn't. All he could do was swing his arms and shake his upper body.

"Stand up for me, would you Nathaniel?" Nate's legs betrayed his mind as he stood up from the chair and his legs went into a straight and formal stance. Nate's dad smirked as he went over to the clothing rack and pulled off a button down shirt.

"The conversion ray is a powerful tool, but it's not perfect. If the target is fast or moves around too much, it can be hard to get a good enough hit to start the converting process. And if the target is strong enough they can resist the effects. Most of the time, targets can last a short while, but they all succumb eventually. But not always... take that big guy back at that house for example. He wasn't the fastest, but he was tough. His trashing about made it hard for me to get a good shot. That's where the second method comes in."

Nate's dad had begun dressing Nate in the button down shirt. Nate tried to fight back, but with his legs frozen, his dad was able to hold him down, with a surprising amount of power dispite his dad's older and more frail body, while his arms were pulled through the shirt holes. His dad continued talking while he slowly buttoned the shirt around Nate's body, each button taking away more control from Nate's upper body, making the the voice in the back of his head more prominent, and causing his cock to grow harder...

"If the conversion ray doesn't work out, then the target gets knocked unconscious and sent here, to the tailoring department. That's where I come in." Nate's dad flashed a proud smile. "When I was converted, Master took note of my shop and my skills. So, he put me in the executive position of designated tailor. Nate was confused at the mention of "Master," but was too worried about trying to escape to question it. His dad didn't seem to get held up on it anyway, since he just kept talking as if the term was natural.

"Once someone gets sent to me, I take measurements of thier body, decide which type of suit and what material would give the most hypnotic power, and sometimes get a bit crafty, in order to get the perfect suit for them. Then I personally suit them up and bring them into our suited empire, just like how I'm doing with you. I did all the measurements while you were unconscious, luckily you didn't wake up in the middle of it like that last guy, that was a hassle."

The shirt was now fully buttoned up on Nate's body, and hus dad started to tuck the bottom the shirt into his pants. Nate's dad had a very wide smile on his face as he continued talking. "Sure, we could've just used the conversion ray on you, but I wanted to have the honor of bringing my son into the fold." Nate noticed a bulge in his dad's pants, as if the idea of assisting with his son's transformation into a suited zombie turned him on. "I'm just glad my plan worked." A split second of shock crossed Nate's face at the mention of his dad's plan, which his dad seemed to notice.

"Oh yes! My plan, you still aren't aware of that story." Nate's dad bent down, straightening out the dress shirt that had he just finished tucking in. "Well, that phone call you got wasn't actually part of the plan. Before I got tied, I tried to call for help. All the officers on duty that day had been tied already, so I called you as my last resort. Fortunately, I was found and quickly converted. I had a feeling that after the phone call you would be on your way to make sure I was safe, so I made an executive order to be on the lookout for you. And sure enough, you came here because you were worried about your old man. I'm flattered, really."

Nate's dad spoke with a sarcastic tone which annoyed Nate. The thought of his dad being controlled by something, and then made to mock Nate's concern for him frustrated Nate. But he could do nothing about it as his body refused to move.

"I knew you were here after seeing your car being brought in to the hanger, but we didn't know where. Until one of my men came to me with news. He had saw you sneaking through the streets and trailed you back to your hideout. From there we set things in motion. Originally, I planned to lure you to a house with a note, and ambush you with a bunch of men. But in-between the time I picked the house and the time of the plan, that big guy must've found the house and started using it as a hideaway. After finding him in there, I figured he was strong enough and I could just use him instead. But he put up more of a fight than I expected. Because of that, I ran a little low on time and... well you know how that went."

Nate's dad stood up and walked over to the clothing rack. "Good thing it all worked out in the end." Grabbing the tie from the hanger, he made his way back to Nate. "Now for the best part..."

Nate's dad flung the tie around Nate's neck and tucked it under his shirt collar. "Out of all the parts in our suits, the tie is the most important. Not only is it necessary in order use the conversion ray, but it also has the most hypnotic energy out of all the pieces. In fact, once someone is fully under, they don't even need the jacket or vest, the tie provides enough control to keep them under." Nate's dad gestured at his suit jacket sitting on the first hanger of the clothing rack. "That is to say they needed the jacket or vest in the first place."

Nate's dad began to tie the tie around Nate's neck, Nate tried to prepare himself for what was to come. The tie had been knotted and was now being tightened around Nate's neck. As soon as the tie knot touched Nate's throat, he felt a wave of unknown force wash over him. His entire body went numb, his vision went blurry as his head felt foggy, his dick became substantially harder and he was able to clearly hear and understand the voice in his head. It was his own voice telling him to give in, that it would feel so good, and he should stop fighting it.

Nate struggled against his own mind while his body remained calm and still, besides the growing bulge in his pants. Nate ignored the voice in his head, reapeating the phrase "got to escape," to himself over and over agian. Focusing on his need to escape, he managed to reclaim his mind, the voice in his head got a bit quieter and the bulge in his pants softened slightly.

Nate's dad watched, a sinister smirk on his face with a hint of awe and pride. "I'm impressed Nathaniel, usually the tie is enough to bring someone under. I raised a strong boy." Nate's dad smiled triumphantly as Nate glared at him angrily. "I guess we'll need to keep going then."

Nate's dad walked over to the clothing rack, taking the last two articles of clothing off of it, a vest and a suit jacket. He threw the jacket over his shoulder and walked back over to Nate with the vest in hand. "Raise your arms for me please, Nathaniel?" Nate's arms shot out to the sides, his body eager to obey. Nate's dad guided the vest onto his body and began buttoning it up.

"You're probably wondering what will happen after we finish up here." Nate's dad finished buttoning the vest, took the jacket off his shoulders, and started to put it on Nate. "Well, when I was informed that you were spotted in town and followed back to your hideout, I was told that someone else was seen meeting up with you." Nate grew panicked upon hearing about Theo, while Nate's dad smirked at his son's sudden stress. "So I was thinking that once you're part of the team, we can go and pay this friend of ours a visit."

Before Nate could even think of a response, his dad buttoned the final button on the suit jacket sending an immense surge of pleasure through his body. Nate's mind immediately went foggy agian, as the voice in his head returned and his cock was as hard as it was to think.

Nate's father smiled proudly. "Look at you now, Just like your old man! I have to say, I'm proud of you Nathaniel." Nate's father gripped Nate's arms in a tight embrace as Nate's mind slowed. As he stopped thinking, Nate flashed a dumb smile, Excited by his dad's praise.

"Thaaat's right... just give in. Feels good doesn't it?" Nate's father held his son by the arms, a bulge growing in his pants as he watched his son's resistance dissolve. Nate on the other hand was barely keeping himself together. His body felt flooded with ecstasy, and the voice in his head kept repeating the same thing. "Give in, it feels good, don't resist." The voice was right, Nate's father was right, it did feel good. Nate started to moan softly without realizing. He was to busy thinking to himself. "This did feel good, why did he fight this for so long? Theo would love this..."

Wait... Theo? Would he like this? No, this isn't right. Nate couldn't let himself be used as a tool to capture Theo. Nate snapped to his senses as if awaking from a deep sleep. His body jolted and stumbled back out of his dad's grasp before falling back under the control of the suit and taking on an ordered military-like stance agian.

Nate's dad was visibly shocked before straightening his suit and composing himself. "I'm truly shocked, after all this you're still able to fight? I guess we have no other choice..." Nate's dad walked over to the clothing rack, grabbed his suit jacket and put it on. Stepping away from Nate, he seemed to pull out a device from within his jacket and began talking into it. Nate was unable to make out what was being said, but the conversation only lasted a short while. Nate's dad walked back up to Nate, having regained his cocky aura.

"Don't worry Nathaniel, I know someone who's willing to help us out, it's only a matter of time now..." Nate's dad had a smug smirk on his face. "Here, sit down it'll be a while." Nates body walked over to the chair and sat relaxed, the complete opposite of how Nate was feeling." Nate's dad, noticing the fear in Nate's eyes, chuckled to himself. "Don't worry, it'll all be over soon... How about you take a little nap to calm down?" Nate saw his dad grow a malicious smile when suddenly, it felt as if he was slammed into a brick wall. Unable to stay awake, he quickly passed out.

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