Mark's knees shaking as the intruder helped him up at gun point and led him out the house to his car. The threat of being killed and the sight of the gun kept Mark quite once outside. Wouldnt have mattered anyway being late in the evening not a sole around to call out for help. On the road Mark struggled to sit up with his hands secured behind is back. He did attempt open the car door but it wouldnt budge. Glancing in the car mirror when asked if he knew who it was. Without any lights on still couldnt place where he knew him from but the voice did sound a little familiar. Maybe it was someone he helped put in jail. As they started to leave the town Mark pleeded for him to let him out.

When he finally stopped was at an old large wood framed house. Looking around Mark had a doomed look on his face not seeing any other houses around. "Och Och" Walking to the front door was painful when the rocks on the drive way dug into his bare feet. Looking around Knowing in his current condition it would be no use to try and run. Will have to wait until his guard is down to truy and escape. the stranger ignored his pleas to let him go. Mark just kept quite hoping the stranger would get bored with him. The house had that old smell like it hasnt been lived in much. Goosebumps imediately form on Marks body as they go down into the cold basement. The lights flickering he opens the door to the small room. Mark turned to the stranger. "Please no. Ahhh!" With little to no warning he was shoved hard into the room banging and scraping his knees on the hard floor. Moments later the stranger threw a bucket in and left.

Shivering on the cold floor staring at the under the door. Mark wishing he had wore more clothes when he went to bed. It wasnt till he needed to goto the bathroom. That it dawned on him what the bucket was foor. Since his wrists are cuffed behind his back would make it hard to pull down his boxers. He scooted to closer to the wall to make it easier to get up. Mark once on his feet was able to slide his boxers over his hips but had to wiggle his hips to free his cock. As he moved over the bucket his boxers slid down to his feet. With out being able to aim made it difficult to go barely have his pee ended up in the bucket. He felt it disgusting for the pee to run along the floor to where he was standing in it. When he finshed he sat in the cornerr of the cell furthest away from the bucket. Only able to partially pull his boxers up his average sized cock half exposed. For Mark it was impossible to sleep with all the strange noises going on in the old house at night praying his captor would let him go.