Mike had only started his shift an hour ago, and most of the electricity was gone already. He knew he didn't need to worry about Benjamin, Charlie or Raphael showing up - they'd already been sated for the week - but he was worried about Frederick. Mike had asked Lucius about what happened to the ones who were suffocated, and apparently they were all killed by Frederick. Benjamin and Charlie had them first, which left them vulnerable to Freddy or Raphael. In Frederick's case, all of the bodies were found with ligature marks.

Now, Mike was more than happy to please Frederick - he was just frightened about the fact that he would apparently be broken in the process, and bondage was not his thing. In fact, anything to do with BDSM was a huge turn off for him.

Mike flinched as a light flickered, and he checked the electricity levels.

He'd almost completely used it up.

The next few minutes were spent with increasing panic. Mike had half a mind to run, but, if he left the safety of the security room, Frederick was sure to get him, and if he was indeed the worst of the Suits, none of the other three would stop him.

Then the lights went out completely.

Mike sat in silence and darkness for what felt like hours, but it was probably more like minutes. He almost forgot to breathe. Mike could just barely make out anything in the security office, and he was sure that he would only see something clearly if it was inches from him.

Just as he was thinking that, he realised that Frederick was no more than two feet from him. The massive silhouette of the Suit had more or less materialised out of nowhere, so Mike had no idea how long Frederick had been standing there. The Suit moved closer to Mike, painfully slow, and the night guard was so frightened that he barely registered the throat around his neck. He doubted that the strangulation was what made him pass out, figuring that it had more to do with the fact that he wasn't breathing.

The last thing he saw before fainting was a malicious- no, a sadistic smirk, and Mike truly feared for his life.

When Mike awoke, the first he did was try to move, but he found that his ankles were bound together and his wrists were tied behind his back. When he became more focused, he realised that his face was against the cold, hard floor. He suddenly felt a hand against the small of his back, slowly drifting towards his ass, but the contact was skin on skin. Mike had been completely stripped of his clothes.

The fingers now circling his entrance were slick with lube or saliva. With no warning, they pushed inside, forcing a startled gasp out of Mike. Frederick was rough. He didn't care that Mike was getting some pleasure from the fingering, whcih the bondage negated. Mike figured that Frederick was more interested in him being loose enough to take him.

The fingering stopped as abruptly as it had started, and Freddy didn't waste any time in replacing his fingers with his cock. He rubbed it against Mike's cock, and the night guard knew that this would be a painful ride that he would never forget - if he survived. Frederick was at least eight and a half inches, and he felt quite thick. Before Mike could completely prepare himself for penetration, he felt a searing pain in his lower back, and Frederick didn't give him any time to adjust. He was suddenly pounding Mike with so much force that the night guard really did think that he would start to bleed.

Mike felt tears forming at the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't help but let out an occasional whimper. Frederick either found this annoying or he wanted to encourage it. Either way, the hard, bruising slap on Mike's ass only served to hurt him more, and he almost started sobbing.

Frederick used the bindings to pull Mike up and against his chest. The change of angle gave Mike a different sensation of pain, and Frederick chuckled at the tortured gasp that Mike let out in response to this change. His thrusts become harder and rougher, and they hurt even more.

Then Frederick found Mike's sweet spot.

Mike tightened as pleasure washed most of the pain away, and Frederick, enjoying the tightness, continued hitting that spot. Now that Mike was feeling both pleasure and pain, the pain seemed almost... pleasurable. When Mike gathered himself as best as he could, he realised that being tied up actually served to heighten the pleasure. If Mike could think at that point, he would've put it down to having a bad experience with bondage the first time he tried it, but he was too lost in his carnal desires to do anything other than moan and groan and whimper and scream.

Frederick grabbed Mike's cock and pumped roughly, his hand movements in time with his thrusts. Mike almost fell further into the abyss of lust, but then it dawned on him that the only reason that he survived the other three was because he satisfied them rather than letting them satisfy him. Mike tightened himself around Frederick and tried to meet his thrusts as best as he could while focusing on not climaxing.

The grunts and occasional whines in Mike's ear told him that his plan was working. It didn't take long for Frederick to forget that he was supposed to be controlled; he was so frenzied that he seemed to have lost all of his maliciousness. Before Mike knew it, his cheek was against the floor again, and Frederick was towering over him, humping him like a wild dog. When Frederick came, he just stopped moving, remaining sheathed inside Mike's body. Mike could almost feel him shaking.

When Frederick pulled out, he untied the ropes and pushed Mike onto his back. One hand grasped the night guard's cock while the other fingered him, massaging the prostate. Mike didn't take long to orgasm.

Mike was so exhausted that he barely remembered Frederick leaving, but, when he completely came to, he was just glad to still be alive.