The Capture

The Capture: Part III

I didn’t have much time to act, my pants were quite literally around my ankles. The dark-haired surfer wore a wetsuit that wrapped itself around his tight body, accentuating his stellar body. He looked from me to the knocked-out stud and back again. Before I could even react, he’d taken off in a dead sprint, dropping his surf board and hauling ass through the dead of night.

“SHIT!” I screamed pulling up my pants and chasing after him. “PUT HIM BACK IN THE VAN AND FOLLOW BEHIND, WE CAN’T LET HIM GET AWAY OR WE’RE FUCKED!” I yelled back at Aaron.

I sprinted after him wildly. If he reached the street and got seen by cars, we would be fucked.

“TIE HIM UP AND FOLLOW ME ALONG THE BEACH! I’LL GET HIM!” I shouted to Aaron.

I wasn’t sure if he heard me, but I was sure that Aaron would know what to do. Even in a wetsuit the guy was fast. I picked up steam as I saw him running toward the main road. By this point, Aaron had caught up on the side, cutting off his access to the road for fear of being hit. He looked behind me and to the side noticing the car. He juked to his right heading toward a small building and disappearing inside.

Aaron parked his car in front of the building. I motioned to him that I was going in. I entered inside what seemed to be a restroom. The waft of ocean water, puke, and shit confirmed my suspicions as I came inside. I turned the light on and look around. Empty. The blue colored stalls stood motionlessly as I looked around.

“Come on out man. I just want to talk about what you think you saw,” I called.

No reply. I came around the corner slowly. Not seeing anyone, I got on my knees and looked under the stalls. No feet. I got up and moved toward them. The first stall had the door slightly ajar. I pushed it slightly. Empty.

The second door was completely closed. I moved more slowly this time, hoping to take him by surprise. I opened it revealing nothing once more. Two stalls left.

I went to open the third stall when it slammed open, knocking me in the face. I grabbed the darting figure only to be slammed against the wall. The man shoved past me and made a break for it. I gained my bearings and ran after him, tackling him before he could get past the threshold of the door.

I grabbed a hold of him and put him in a rear choke hold. The lanky fucker put up a good fight pushing off backward into the stone wall of the restroom and causing me to lose my grip. He made another run for it, but I grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. I took my fist and jabbed him in the stomach as hard as I could. He crumpled to the ground clutching his abdomen. I grabbed him by his shoulder and whispered.

“You’ll be fine. Just got the wind knocked out of you is all. It’ll all be over soon.”

Huffing, he lunged away hitting the ground and laying on the sand. I grabbed at his legs, gaining ahold of one before he got too far. He turned and twisted his leg from my grasp, and kicked out almost hitting me in the face but missing by a few meters.

“Lemme go!” He barely managed to squeak, kicking out as hard as he could. I grabbed a hold of his arm and wrenched it behind his back. He attempted to get away again before I got a concealed switchblade that I’d been carrying in my back pocket. I pressed it against his back and he went still.

“See kid this is a switch blade. I don’t want to have to hurt you, but if you keep squirming it might have to come to that.”

“Don’t…hurt…me…” He said stammering, clearly out of breath.

As Aaron got out of the van I barked, “Grab the rope in the back of the van and tie his legs!”

Aaron ran to the back of the van and emerged with the rope. He tossed me the handcuffs and got in between the man’s legs and placed the rope under it, beginning to tie them.

 “Please man, you don’t have to do this. I didn’t see nothing I swear to god!”

He gulped air greedily now, regaining some of his breath and began moving around restlessly as Aaron twirled rope around his legs. I opened up the blade and put it in his view.

“Stop moving so he can get this knot nice and tight man. I told you I don’t want to have to hurt you but I will if you make me.”

I took the handcuffs and fastened them to his wrists. Soon Aaron had his feet fully bound. I got up and dusted the sand off of me.

“What do we do with him now?” Aaron said.

“If you let me go, I swear to God I won’t tell anyone man.”

“We don’t have any room for a four-person load, Tate’s paying us for three bodies.”

I hoisted him over my shoulder and threw him in the back of the van.

“Well I guess we’re done for the night then.”

“Tate sent us on a special mission for the other guy. We can’t not bring him in!”

“SOMEONE HELP! HELP!!!”

 “Jesus Christ what if someone hears him?” Aaron said.

“Sound proof material lines the cars inside, you know that.”

I rolled my eyes and shut the door.

“I still don’t want to hear him fucking yelling the entire time we’re in the van.”

“We could give him the last tranq!”

“We only have one left, and trust me, you’re going to need it for our last guy.”

“I’m just spit balling here man.”

“Well spit ball a bit better because we don’t even know who the fuck this guy is and if he’s someone important and he just goes missing-” Aaron yelled before I cut him off.

“OK I get it, I fucked up! Listen, I know a guy who can take care of our mystery man. He can dump cars, plant evidence, whatever we need.”

“Yeah and I reckon that that’s going to cost us huh? You’re such a fucking idiot man I swear to God.”

“Won’t cost us a dime, he has his own collection of the goods we sell himself. If we gave him wetsuit back there, maybe we could solve two of our problems in one.”

Aaron turned and breathed like I was the biggest moron in the world, which to be fair wasn’t too far off.

“Ok?” I asked.

“Ok.” Aaron said begrudgingly. “What do we have to do?”

I went to the front of the car and grabbed my phone. I dialed in Shareik’s number and listened to it ring.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Shareik, I need a favor man.”

“What you done done now?”

“I’m out here working a job and this guy pulled up and saw me…sampling the product.

He chuckled. “Of course he did.”

I need you to take care of his personal affects, get rid of his car, his phone, all that shit.”

“How much you paying?”

“Uh, how’s one pretty white boy sound?”

“How pretty we talkin?” I could see his smirk from on the phone.

“Curly brown hair, slender cut body. If I had to guess I’d say he’s around 19-20.”

“Virgin? Straight boy? You know I don’t do no fags man.”

“I don’t have any intel on him man, that’s why I’m calling, but you’re going to love him!”

“Hmmmmm. Tell you what. You send me three pictures of his ass, dick, and body, and I’ll take care of everything.”

“Shit man, I’m kind of working on a deadline. Can’t you just-”

“Get me the pics, or it’s no deal.”

The phone went dead.

“Hello?”

“What is it? Can he do it or not?”

I opened the back of the van again wordlessly. The other two prisoners were still fast asleep, the heavy drugs still doing its job. Wetsuit was laying there still screaming his throat raw with wide-eyed terror. I flicked open my switch blade and got in the back of the van.

“Jesus Christ man please don’t!” The man started screaming and crying trying to worm his way farther back into the van.

“Dude what the fuck? I’m not going to fucking murder the guy!” Aaron pushed me and tried to take the knife away.”

“You idiot I’m not going to kill him. He wants pics.”

I threw Aaron the phone and got in the back with wetsuit.

“Remember I told you that if you’re a good boy, you won’t get hurt, right? Nod your head if you understand.”

He nodded.

“Good boy. Aaron come in here and shut the door behind you.”

I approached him and he looked up at me in fear but subdued resignation. I turned him over without much effort. I stretched the material of his wetsuit and stabbed at it. Soon the material tore as I cut down the suit revealing his smooth white ass.

“Shit we picked up one with some cakes!”

I smacked his ass and chuckled. He made a wincing sound.

“Focus on the mission. Spread his cheeks.”

Aaron continued snapping pics as I spread the man’s cheeks, revealing a soft pink hole. I salivated at the possibilities.

“Maybe we could-”

“No. Turn him over.”

Wetsuit began to cry and close his eyes mumbling to himself as I turned him over and cut down the front of the suit.

“This isn’t happening…this isn’t happening.”

“Shut up!” I snapped.

His torn wetsuit revealed a tan body and a dusting of chest hair surrounding his brown nipples. Aaron began snapping pictures as I cut down the rest of the length revealing his cock.

“Fuck. Goddamit”

“What is it?” Aaron questioned.

“His dick. It’s fucking small as shit.”

Sure, enough his cock was a rather small cut dick with brown curly pubes surrounding it.

“How big is it hard?” I grunted at wetsuit.

He continued to close his eyes and not speak. I closed the switchblade and pressed it up against his throat.

“How big is your cock when it’s hard?” I repeated.

“Eight inches man. It’s eight!”

“So just tell him it’s eight.” Aaron snapped some more pics.

“He’ll want proof,” I sighed.

“Goddammit Trystan we don’t have time for this!”

“I know, but we can’t get rid of the guy if we don’t get the pics that Shareik wants.”

“So I guess you want to suck his dick until it gets hard huh?”

“Don’t think we have much of a choice…”

“No, we do. I’ll get his dick hard and you knock him out. You’re shit at giving head anyway.”

“Fine, you fucker,” I replied. “How do you expect me to knock him out anyway?”

“Bottle of chloroform’s behind you in a pouch. Always keep it handy for when you inevitably fuck up our missions.”

Aaron rolled up his sleeves and kneeled in between his legs. I grabbed the pouch and coated a rag with the solution.

“Man please, I’m not gay. Look I’ll give you anything you want. Money, my car, my house anything just don’t-”

I held it to the man’s nose and mouth. He grew wide eyed again as I pressed down hard, plugging his nose with the toxic fumes and making it harder for him to breathe. He began fidgeting, trying to shake my hand off while Aaron tore at the material surrounding his cock.

 “Cmon that’s a good boy. You don’t have to struggle. All you have to do is breathe.”

His eyes darted wildly as his breath became slower. Aaron took his small cock inside his mouth and began sucking. Wetsuit started breathing rapidly, moaning please through the rag to no avail. Soon he was knocked out, the chloroform finally taking its toll. I stuffed the rag into his mouth and tied some of the rope around his head, fastening it in the back to keep him breathing the fumes for as long as possible when we finally departed.

As I worked, wetsuit’s cock grew harder with each bob of Aaron’s head revealing a long, fatter cock with a bulbous head and veiny sides. Aaron slurped on him until it was fully hard, standing at a reasonably looking seven inches.

My cock began to stir in my pants watching Aaron slurp on the head. Fuck, I was so sexually frustrated after all these days on the road.

“Guess he was a grower,” I said.

Aaron wiped the spit from his mouth and snapped the final pictures.

“Guess so. Sit him upright. Don’t want him sliding all over the van while we’re driving.”

“What you’re not going to finish him off?” I said incredulously.

“No, you fucktard. We’re going to get on the road and get to our last location and finish this job, and after that I’m going to find a partner that isn’t obsessed with his fucking dick.”

Aaron got out of the van and slammed the door behind him. I arranged wetsuit in an upright position, adjusted my dick, and got out of the van as well slamming the door behind me.

I went to get in the passenger side before stopping. I was pissed. Aaron had continually denied me sexual pleasure, berating me for the slightest mistakes meanwhile relishing in the rewards of the brute strength I put forth daily, fattening both of our wallets. I wanted what was owed to me.

I went around to the driver’s side and opened the door.

“Trystan what are you doing?” He said.

I frowned with the intent and horniness of a corrupt police officer in a cheap porno. This would be fun.

TO BE CONCLUDED