The clothes the man held up weren't clothes at all- more like a costume.

Lingerie.

For women.

Namjoon froze, staring at the thin, short, and sheer garments. He could feel himself already actively trying to block out reality, at the same time he was trying to understand it.

"Drop the towel." The man said, setting the other articles of clothing down as he held up just the black bra.

Namjoon just stared, still trying to come to terms with this simultaneously as his brain tried to block it all out.

The man huffed, clearly annoyed with the lack of speed of obedience on Namjoon's part. He reached out and yanked the towel off, dropping it to the floor.

Namjoon didn't react- too stunned to cover himself up.

"Turn around, arms out." The man instructed.

Namjoon heard him, but couldn't move. Just stared at the clothing.

It wasn't the cross dressing itself that Namjoon was revulsed and horrified by- he had actually done that a few times for his videos. High heels and all. It wasn't his own kink, but he didn't mind it. Especially since it was one of the few things that got him extra money.

No, it was reality that was crushing him. This man with perverse intentions had planned this all out. Had stalked him, found him, kidnapped him, and now wanted to dress him.

In women's clothing.

For purposes Namjoon was desperately trying not to think about.

His intent with all of this was horrifyingly clear, and Namjoon felt his legs go out.

The man was shocked when Namjoon suddenly collapsed, not expecting this.

He expected some fighting, crying, maybe even a helpless escape attempt.

But straight fainting? There was nothing in the boys medical history that mentioned he was prone to such things. Was he faking it?

Suspicious, the man knelt down, gently rolling the boy onto his back.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed, seeing the small trickle of blood running from the boys nose, over his lips.

He wasn't faking- he had really fainted. And had hurt himself in the fall.

Well, the man could work with this.

It was better this way, even. Now there would be no begging, arguing or struggling.

He snagged the towel and pressed it to the boys face, checking every few minutes until the bleeding stopped. He cleaned the blood away and scooped the limp boy into his arms.

The pornstar was strong, and tall.

But Holden was stronger, and bigger.

He set the unconscious boy down on his back on the bed, leaving him momentarily to fetch his supplies.

He returned with the lingerie, a bottle of lube, an average sized plug, a hair brush and some rope.

After checking the boys pulse and examining his nose, he determined that Namjoon was okay, he would just wake up to a world of pain.

He clasped the bra clips together, then slid the garment over the boys head, lifting him slightly here and there to get it in the correct place. He sat back with a smile as he admired his work.

The boys pecs filled the padded cups nicely, adding a feminine illusion that had Holden's pants tightening.

Ignoring that, he adjusted the straps over the boys shoulders, before moving downward.

For this part, he rolled the boy onto his front and grabbed the lube.

Squirting some of the slippery, clear liquid onto his fingers, he admired the boys ass. Firm yet soft, and when he spanked it forcefully, it made a sound that had his pants tightening even more.

With his non lubed hand, he used his thumb and index finger to spread the boys cheeks, revealing a small, pink hole.

Cute, but Holden had seen the boys videos. He knew this little hole could take on a lot more than it initially appeared.

Which was why he started with two fingers, sliding his slippery digits inside with ease.

Smirking, he started to thrust his fingers, stretching them out as he twisted and turned them, preparing the hole for a third.

The boy whimpered softly, his legs shifting slightly as they tried to close, but the man quickly grabbed the back of the boys thigh, keeping him spread.

He slid in the third digit and started to fuck him faster, watching intently as his fingers disappeared fully inside the boys hole. He shoved them in as deep as he could reach, his thumb pressing into the boys ass as he wiggled them around.

The boy whimpered a little louder, his face scrunched up.

Not wanting him to wake up before he was done, Holden quit playing and withdrew his fingers. With his clean hand he grabbed the plug and lubed the rounded tip as well. Lining it up with the boys hole, he pushed. It slid in easily, and he pulled it back out slightly, so that the boys rim was stretched around the widest part of the plug, admiring the scene. The way the boy took it all so easily was just beautiful.

He was perfect.

Coming across Namjoon's videos was the greatest thing to ever happen to Holden Saint Germaine.

He pressed the plug firmly inside the boys ass, twisting it this way and that a little, just to make sure it was locked in tightly. Then he grabbed the matching black panties- the kind that showed off the wearers ass and left nothing to the imagination in the front.

He slid the silk up the boys long, smooth legs, hoisting the waistband up over the boys ass.

The incredibly thin line of fabric did nothing to hide the base of the plug, and Holden snapped the string against the plug a few times, enjoying the sound. Next, he grabbed the short skirt and pulled it over the boys legs as well. It didn't fully cover the boys ass, but that didn't matter since it was also sheer, and you could see right through it.

After that, he flipped the boy back over and grabbed the rope. He took the boys hands and pressed them together, winding the rope around his wrists. He tied the knot off in a big fancy bow, pleased with himself.

He sat back and looked his little prize over, extremely pleased.

The boy was beautiful, his long eyelashes fanning out over his cinnamon colored skin as he slept. Holden picked up the hairbrush and moved to sit at the head of the bed, gingerly moving the boy so that his head rested on Holden's lap, where he brushed the boys hair.

He would have to pick out a name for him- he couldn't just keep referring to him as 'the boy' forever.

He knew his real name- Kim Namjoon, 27, from Ilsan. Smart- a certified genius with an IQ of 148.

He knew everything about Namjoon. His address, his likes, dislikes, hobbies, favorite everything, his family, his friends, his fears, hopes, dreams- everything.

But he wasn't going to be Namjoon anymore. That was his old life. His new one was with Holden now, and he deserved to have a new name to go along with it.

Holden would have to think about it, it was a big decision after all.

But that could wait for now. It was almost six o'clock, he had to hurry.

Everything had to be perfect. This was his one and last chance to fix everything.

He set the brush down and scooped the boy into his arms again, carefully making his way back to the living room. He laid him down gently onto the carpet in front of the fireplace, before hurrying back up the stairs to the bedroom.

He grabbed the large dog cage and a blanket and headed back to the living room, setting it beside the unconscious boy.

He unlocked the large padlock that kept the cage shut and swung the door open. Carefully gathering the boy into his arms again, Holden eased the sleeping beauty inside, laying him down on the cold metal, before shutting the door again and locking it.

Lastly, he grabbed the blanket and stood up. He fanned it out, laying it over the top of the cage so that it covered it entirely.

Holden grinned as he checked the time.

Perfect. Everything was all set up.

And then he went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.