Nice to see Cedric has other admirers.
This chapter is slightly shorter than the usual but hope it's a good read nonetheless.
Day 2 - Target 4: Mike
While driving to my next destination, my phone ringed. I pulled to the side, surprised to see Mr. Jun's caller ID. It's not like he was a regular, but I've thought he wasn't sort of guy who'd check up on people he hires regularly.
My hunch was correct.
It was his secretary calling, informing me that Mr. Jun's men will come and collect the men I've captured until now this evening. After all, I was "hired to get them, not detain them". I accepted grudgingly. I liked having my bounty lying around but keeping grown men locked up in my room is bound to draw attention, no matter how well packed they are.
Plus, my boss wasn't a man I'd want to cross. The man on the other side of the phone told me when the men will come and hung up immediately. Rude.
Checking my watch, I calculated I still have some time before they come and decided to cram in another target.
I might be overconfident occasionally, so a harder case could help me come around.
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The thing about Mike is he's, well, good looking. He's 19 years old, not six-feet but still quite tall. He has tousled brown hair, flawless skin and prettiest dark eyes. All of his photos are him giving the camera intense looks, and I had a lot of them since he's a male model.
I told Cedric I'll be going out to get him a new playmate. He seemed very upset, knowing another young man will be snatched away and he can do nothing to prevent this. Or maybe he wants me to remove the sneaker on his face, it's hard to tell.
Finding the studio he usually works at was easy. Breaking in was less so. Grabbing a nerdy guy with a camera on my way inside... that was also really easy, actually.
I didn't waste any time while tying him up, taping his mouth and shoving him to a remote closet. If I wasn't on a mission or if I was any younger, I might've kept him. Instead, I stole his glasses, beanie and camera, disguising myself as a hipster photographer.
Checking his calendar, I knew Mike was going to be in here and I was right. I've told him there was an urgent shoot we had to take for a magazine. There wasn't many details in my story but Mike didn't question it or why a brand new guy was doing the photo-shoot by himself.
He was actually looking like he was bored of the whole thing.
That, thankfully changed when I told him we were going to do a bondage-themed shoot, asking him to remove his shirt and shoes. He raised a well groomed brow with that, but didn't ask anything, obediently stripping in front of me.
I've captured numerous models before, so I know the stereotypes about them are exaggerated but Mike definitely wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. On the other hand, his looks make up for it greatly.
His body was slender by still with defined abs and arm muscles. His feet was perfect, with pedicured pearl-white toenails. It was obvious he was a kid not too long ago but will grow into a man nicely.
Taking some rope out of my duffel bag, I asked him if he ever did this before. He shook his head, looking at my hands with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety.
No need to worry, I said. This is completely safe. And it was, after all I'll be sure to pack him good for the road.
Using the rope, I tied his wrists together, tightly but not enough to hurt Mike. After that I wounded rope around his shoulders and around his torso, leaving his arms strapped to his upper body with a simple yet effective harness.
I stepped back, telling Mike to show different expressions and snapping a few photos after each. Angry and rebellious. Meek and afraid. Sultry and inviting. It's some quality wank material but I was here for the real deal, not for pics.
Telling him he's going to need a gag (don't worry, it's just for show), I took one bandanna and gently slid it between Mike's lips and tied it at the back of his neck, letting my finger linger on his cheek more than necessary.
It was almost like this fresh-out-of-school kid was smitten with a hunky photographer with nerd glasses. Not that I could find out, because the next piece of cloth that pressed on his face was soaked with chloroform.
To give him credit, Mike put up a good fight for a tied up skinny kid. Not as good as Cedric though, but still.
Obviously, I couldn't get an unconscious male model out of the building without hiding him, so I did the sensible thing: Tie his legs together, pull his knees to his chest and jam his young body into my gym bag. It's a tight fit but luckily, I left most of my tape and underwear at my van.
Shouldering the lad with little difficulty, I left the building, while everyone looks for the missing model and photographer. I knew they'll find the latter eventually. He was lucky.
Mike on the other hand, was going to wake up in a smelly duffel bag and I very much doubted he was going to like the guys that'll take him from me.
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Next time I want a chapter, I might just order you to write so that you can sit down and publish on cue.
Finding models for every character isn't easy, but I thought it'd help with so many captives.
