I shift my weight, while used to remaining still the boredom does get to me eventually, part of me hoping that something exciting would actually happen, tonight though something interesting might happen. My boss went to far this time, this is the fourth time in a row he's said that he can't afford to increase our wages while he somehow finds the money to give himself a huge bonus, I guess he doesn't really care much about the things he pays us to guard and protect, you get what you pay for after all, and my pay isn't enough anymore, I need the money and he isn't giving it to me. 

I hear the gang moving through the building but do nothing as the cameras go dark, they'll be here soon, nearly time for me to play my part. I'll give them my key card but to keep me from being tied to them I'll let them tie me up, maybe rough me up a little bit to make it look like I put up a fight, that I earned my meager pay. Maybe I can also sue my employer for damages, force him to pay me the money he should have paid me in the first place. I smile at the thought before forcing myself to look serious and play my part as the gang of thieves enter the security office.

"What are you doing here! Leave now or I'll alert the authorities!" They just smile and laugh slightly as I smile and hand them my key card. 

"Thankyou for your cooperation." 

"Have fun boys." 

"We will. But time to make it look like you were a good employee." I suddenly feel his fist slam into my face, immediately feeling swelling around my eye as two pairs of hands grip my arms, holding them behind my back. Air escapes my lungs as several punches land against my stomach, not to mention the kicks to my balls and legs. I breath hard and weakly struggle as they begin to remove my uniform, this seems more than necessary. I try to speak but my pleas are muffled as one of my sweaty socks are stuffed into my mouth, held in with multiple layers of tape wrapped around my head, sealing in the horrid taste. 

I stand shivering in fear as I'm left only in my underwear, struggling as my wrists are tied painfully tight, followed by my elbows, pinned uncomfortably together. I look at the gang leader as he smiles and looks at my underwear, my last bit if dignity and I shake my head, this was definitely not part of the deal. My semi erect cock humiliatingly springs out and into full view as my underwear is roughly pulled down, leaving me fully exposed and vulnerable. What will they do with me? Do they plan on juat leaving me tied up here in such a humiliating way? No one would think I was involved for sure if they find me like this. 

I hit the floor as I'm shoved down, my ankles tied and pulled back, my arms pulled back as well, forcing by back to bend painfully in an arch, as my wrists and ankles are tied together, leaving me in a painfully uncomfortable hogtie, one that makes my bondage loving cock go hard as I roll around and struggle, while the gang enjoys the view and laughs, only making me more hard.

"He likes it!" 

"Maybe we should do more to him?" 

"I bet he'd like that!" The gang leader quiets his group, much to my relief.

"Unfortunately we don't have time, we have a job to do." I continue to struggle helplessly as they race off to obtain their prize, leaving me alone and naked, trapped in my bondage until my beaten body is found in the morning. How will I live with the humiliation of being found in this way? They weren't supposed to strip me of my clothes. 

I moan into my gag and struggle on the floor, my bruised body feeling cold as my back is already starting to ache from the position it's forced to hold. I look up at the clock, it's not even been amd hour yet and I have at least another 8 hours to go until I'm found. 

I stop moving as I hear a noise, footsteps, maybe I can get out of this situation after all, someone else is coming. I call out, trying to make my muffled cries as loud as possible, catching the attention of whoever it was nearby. I plead as they move closer, hoping to be let out of my bondage, to get dressed again before anyone else sees me like this. I freeze as the gang leader steps into view with a sadistic and playful smile.

"You calling out for help? Do you want to get out?" I nod my head hopefully but his evil grin makes sends a wave of fear through my helpless body.

"Alright then, I'll let you out, of here." I begin to struggle and panic as two gang members walk in and pick me up off of the floor.

"You know what would be even more convincing, if we kidnapped the guard rather than leaving him after he has seen our faces. Plus we still have a few things we wanted to do with you but ran out of time to do them here." What, that definitely wasn't part of the plan! I struggle desperately as the gang leader calmly walks up to my boud body, his hand reaching out and stroking my hard cock.

"If I were you I'd behave, you are clearly enjoying this, so you can drop the act. Plus if you behave then they'll never find your body, you can instead stay with us and be part of the gang." I stare at him with a mixture of terror, dread and arousal, his hand letting go of my twitching cock, as I'm carried away, quickly bundled into the back of the van along with other stolen items, treating me just like any other object. I moan into my gag as two of the men climb in and the van doors slam shut, hiding me from the world as we drive away to their hideout. As the gang drives off, no one knowing of what has happened or will know until the morning, the two gang members look down at me hungrily, eager to get back and unload their now possessions. I moan in fear, my heart racing as I struggle, as they grope and explore my bound, beaten, exposed and helpless body, my cock humiliatingly remain hard throughout the journey, part of me also eager to be unloaded and played with. 

Epilogue: 

My head eagerly moves back and forth, hungrily sucking on a gang members cock, my arms handcuffed behind my back, not that I'd resist anymore, I know my place and I know how to please my owners and avoid punishment. I moan slightly as my cock strains painfully in its chastity cage, along with my collar it's the only uniform I need in my new job, while it doesn't pay as well I enjoy it more and I no longer have to worry about money, I live rent free in their hideout, sleeping in a small cage when off duty, fed several times a week and washed once a week with a hose. My owners keep me informed about the outside world, showing me reports on the break in, my missing persons report, updates on the search, that they called off the search, that I have been officially declared deceased, the police deciding that as no hostage demands were made that I was likely killed, with no one looking for me I understand that my fate is sealed, I'm never leaving this building, I'll be in this job for the rest of my life, but weirdly that doesn't bother me as much as you'd think it would. 

I moan as I taste their warm cum, swallowing down my meal for the day, my starved body desperate for anything. I turn my head as another member enters, immediately seeing his bulge, understanding that my work isn't over yet. I don't struggle as his hands grip my body and roughly pull me to my feet, before bending me over and nearby table, my body slamming into the wood, letting out only a quiet groan of pain, one that's ignored as his cock brushes against my ass cheeks before forcing its way into my well used ass, causing me to gasp and moan, my cock straining painfully against its prison, as he mercilessly fucks me like the toy that I am, just another object they stole. 

I can't help myself as I feel him cum deep inside me, my crushed cock twitching against the metal as I cum, my weak body almost collapsing to the floor as I'm pulled back up and forced to my knees, his cock shoving itself into my mouth, my tongue quickly cleaning it, leaving the taste of cum and my ass lingering in my mouth. I don't complain as I'm led crawling to my cage, not arguing as I go inside, the cage door closing and locking me in, storing me away safely until I'm used later, kept locked away like the many items that I used to guard, making me feel valued as an object worthy of being protected.