The Capture

“How can I take your order sir?”

I sat at the counter top bar looking through the menu. The dark-haired waiter eagerly waited, tapping his pen on a notepad and staring at a ticking clock on the wall behind me.

“I’m so sorry man, I’m terrible at making decisions. I know you guys close in a little while,” I said.

“I get paid either way, it’s no trouble at all.”  

He shrugged his broad shoulders and started to clean the counters off while I glanced over the menu.

“I suppose that’s true…Um I’ll go ahead and take a coffee and a piece of your apple pie,” I stammered.

He politely smiled and turned around to fill my request.

“So how long have you been a waiter here?” I said.

He looked up in surprise, as if people didn’t ask him too many questions that often.

“Couple months,” he muttered and placed the pie on my table, and filled up my cup.

“Thank you-” I glanced at his name tag. “Xavier. That's a mighty nice name!”

"How'd you know my-?"

He looked down at his name tag and blushed. "Sorry it's been a long day. What's your name, sir?"

“No problem,” I replied. Name is Trystan." I shoveled a spoonful of apple pie in my mouth. "So other than it being a long one, how's your day been?"

“It’s a job. Can’t get too many jobs with priors so I guess it’s alright,” he said casually.

“Priors huh? What’d you do?”

I laughed and took a sip of coffee.

“You sure are a talkative fella, aren’t ya?”

He got down on his knees in front of me and swept some empty burger wrappers into a dust pan, his full ass jutting out of his ill-fitting blue khakis.

“Get that a lot. It’s one of my more interesting qualities,” I said staring intently.

“Not much of a talker,” he said shyly getting up and wiping down some more tables.

“Understood,” I said taking another gulp of coffee.

I sat quietly for a while sipping my coffee and staring at him. He looked like a mixture between Adam Levine and David Beckham only bulkier with a bad boy swagger. He continued working taking little notice of me until our eyes locked.

“I don’t want to offend you man, but…I’m not a queer,” he said.

“What?” I said laughing. “You think I’m a-”

“You’ve been sitting here staring for the past twenty minutes, and I just assumed…”

“No man, I’ve just seen you here quite often and I just think you have the look.”

“The look?” He said confused. “You sure you’re not gay?”

“No, uh well I guess it’s time I came clean. I’ve been coming in here every so often for a while…”

“So, you’re some kinda stalker man???” His handsome features suddenly twisted with suspicion.

“No, god no, I represent a modeling agency,” I said pulling out my card. “I just think you’d be an excellent fit.”

I smiled slyly and finished off my apple pie.

“Oh uh, thanks man but I don’t think all that stuff’s for me,” He said hesitantly. “And it’s getting really later and I still have to count down the till so”-

“If I paid you $500 to sit down and have a cup of coffee with me, would you?”

“What?” He said looking at me perplexed.

I took out my wallet and flashed him the money.

“Man, I don’t know about that…”

“Just need ten minutes of your time and if you don’t like what I have to say, I’ll leave and you can keep the $500.”

I shrugged my shoulders, reclined in the chair and pushed my card toward him. He looked at it briefly before responding.

“Fine.”

He poured me another cup of coffee and himself some water before leaning on the counter across from me.

“So, here’s my pitch. I outsource talent to a lot of different niche companies. Some agencies might want to book you for their roster exclusively while others might pass you around to a bunch of different other clients.”

“Woah woah woah, first off what kind of modeling we talkin about? Underwear, fuckin swimsuits? What?”

“Why? You shy?” I laughed.

“You don’t shower around ten other men every day and keep your modesty. I’ve got to take some of these dishes in the back. Keep talking!”

He grabbed some dishes off of a neighboring table and went to the back. I heard some water shut on as he started doing the dishes and putting stuff away.

I took my opportunity then. I took a small bottle out of my pocket and took off the cap.

“Well…pretty much it’s whatever’s needed though I will say most of the work is nude,” I shouted loudly.

Suddenly I heard the water from the sink turn off. I quickly dropped a few drops from the bottle inside his cup. I stirred the drink with a straw and stashed the bottle back in my coat. He came back in shortly after that.

“So, like a porno?”

“I could see a client offering you that. Wouldn’t be too hard. All you’d have to do is lay there and get fucked essentially.”

He laughed at that and took a drink of his water. “You’re blunt man, I like that, but I don’t think I could be in a room filled with a bunch of dudes watching me fuck.”

“I understand man, it’s not for everyone. You could still do some modeling shoots! Whatever you were comfortable with doing.”

“Do you have like a studio or something…This is just such a weird concept to me.”

“Yeah all that info’s on the card man! Put it in your wallet so you don’t forget it. So what I’m thinking is that we’d get you in to see a couple of clients, and after that they could all take turns fucking you in the ass,” I snickered.

“What?” He said bewildered. Just then he started to clutch the counter. “I’m sorry what did you say? Suddenly I feel kinda…weird.”

“Ah take another sip of water man!” I pushed the glass toward him. “I just said that some clients would love to get your ass into shoot with them.”

He took another sip of water and rubbed his eyes. “Something feels off right now. I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

He leaned against the counter more heavily now, his fingers running through his long brown curls.

“Might have something to do with what I put in your drink if I were to take a wager.”

 “What did you-?”

He fell to the ground then, unable to hold his weight up using the countertop as an armrest.

“Shhhhh,” I put a finger to my lips and a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry it’ll be fine soon.”

Just then he weakly shoved me and barreled past through the kitchen door. I quickly went through the door and found him leaning against a stack of empty boxes centimeters from the back door.

“Almost made it to the exit man. Not quite though.”

I grabbed a hold of his leg and dragged him backwards to the front of the store behind the counter.

“If you didn’t have a strong sedative coursing through your blood, you probably would have made it too, I was never a strong runner,” I laughed to myself more than anyone else. At this point he was passed out.

I grabbed the keys from around his belt, and went and locked the front door. After that was accomplished I grabbed two thousand dollars in cash from the bank till in the back and stashed a small package inside his open locker and closed it. I then took a plastic to go sack and wrapped the cash in a wad and threw it in.

“Fuck,” I thought. I’d forgotten to pull the van up to the back doors. Couldn’t very well cart an unconscious man out the front door. I quickly went to check on him and make sure that he was still out then I unlocked the front door, bolted it shut, and brought the car around back to a dark alley.

All I had to do now was get him loaded up and I was out! I unlocked the backdoor and closed it shut behind me. Going back around the counter I looked around. Xavier was gone!!!

“Fuck,” I muttered looking around. Suddenly I felt an arm wrap itself around my throat, putting me in a weak chokehold.

“Not..going down without…a fight,” he stammered weakly.

“Kinda like it when they fight. Make the night a little more fun.” I quickly leapt slightly off the ground and kicked off the counter top hurtling Xavier into the wall behind us. With that his loose grip was broken and I slid out of his grasp in front of him.

“Should’ve drunk the whole cup my man. Would’ve made this whole thing a lot less messy.”

Enraged, Xavier balled up his fist and lunged at me. I easily side stepped his clumsy attempt, got behind him and wrapped my arms around his muscular neck in one fluid motion. I gripped him firmly and stepped backwards, dragging him with me toward the rear entrance. As we got closer to the back door, he bucked wildly pushing off with his legs and slamming me against the kitchen stove. Pots and pans fell around us as I constricted my bicep around his throat tighter hoping to make him pass out. Though, he was a large man, 6’2 compared to my 6’4 with a prison yard body, but I was stronger, more trained and infinitely more determined.

“Make this easier on yourself and pass out man!”

I wrestled him to the ground easily as his strength began to wane faster.

“Why….are….you…doing this.”

He muttered weakly as I wrenched his hands back from hitting me.

“Money why else?”

I put a knee on his head and reached in my pocket for my emergency syringe. Seeing the needle, Xavier got his second wind and went to knock the syringe out of my hand. I blocked the hit again with my hand and quickly stuck the needle in his neck. Wasn’t long before he was out once again, this time for good.

“Good boy,” I said.

I opened the back door and surveyed the alley again. No cameras and no foot traffic at this time of night. I unlocked the van’s back doors and went back inside.

Lifting Xavier by his shoulders, I quickly dragged him out the back door and into the van and seated him on the steel bench before shackling his feet and hands to the wall with steel cuffs.

Finishing up I locked the van doors behind me and went back inside. I put on a pair of rubber gloves I found under a sink, and placed every pot and pan back the way I found it restoring the mess we’d made in the struggle. I grabbed the dishes from the sink that I had used earlier and cleaned them quickly but efficiently, leaving them in sanitation water. Finishing, I locked the back doors behind me and got into the back of the van.

I pushed my hands into his pockets and discovered his wallet and small pay-as-you-go flip phone. I quickly took the battery out and searched through the wallet. A bus pass, a few twenties, and a picture of a teenage boy with green eyes were its only contents. I threw the stuff into the bag in the front and almost got into the front seat before I looked back curiously.

Now that I got a better look at him, he was astoundingly attractive. Under his apron, an ivory snake tattoo poked out of his sleeve. His square jaw was firmly set in his drug induced haze.

I quickly unfastened his apron and pulled his shirt over his head.

“Fuck,” I said to no one.

He was stacked. His pecs were firm and his arms were massive like two weights. His abs looked like they were sculpted out of pure marble. No doubt the result of a prison diet and exercise regime. A thin strip of hair leading below his navel enticed me like no other.

Touching another man’s eventual property was expressly forbidden but peeking couldn’t hurt, right? Besides who was he going to tell?

I rubbed down his chest with shaky hands. I had to see his cock just once before I left. Giving into my desires, I unbuttoned his pants and slide them down over his ass. The sight of his black CK boxers made me almost bust right then. I slowly rubbed my face in his crotch, convincing myself that if I got one whiff that I’d be able to stop. The scent reeked of sweat and stale fries. I inhaled deeply and rubbed the cock through the material. Unable to contain myself any longer I slid my fingers into his waistband and pulled down slowly when suddenly I heard the back doors open and an incredulous voice.

“What the fuck are you doing?” It said.

TO BE CONTINUED