First Installment in the Company-Verse Series
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My sons and I share a particular interest that one might call... unconventional. We all enjoy the sensation of having a captured man under our thumbs, preferably bound and gagged.
I remember back in my teen years, I discovered my love for it when my best friend tried to prank me by stealing my baseball cards. I captured him, hogtied him, and took off his socks, forcing them into his mouth to gag him.
And then I kept him under my power all summer, by threatening to tell his parents about his theft and all our friends about his humiliation by me. There was nothing more satisfying to me than seeing him walk into my house each day and submit to another cruel roping by me.
Thank goodness he ended up enjoying himself, because he'd come back again and again, fulfilling my itch to capture and bind. In fact, one time when we were both nineteen and living in the same apartment to save money, bored out of our minds for the summer, he asked me to kidnap him. I kept him bound and gagged for several days, torturing him with tickles, my dirty socks and underwear, and - for the first time - I realized that the fun I could have with bondage extended beyond simply platonic and aesthetic appreciation.
Jamie and I haven't seen each other in years, though, and I no longer get to tie him up as I please. But I mention him because it was his influence that got me into the job I've got today. You see, there is quite a lucrative business for people like me, with a skill in capturing and binding. One well-paying enough for me to send both my sons to college, and live in a fancy house, and all that jazz.
You see... I'm a Procurer. That's the faintly-mysterious-yet-mostly-innocuous job title the Company gave me. Really, I'm a professional kidnapper.
So I've done what everyone says is the secret to happiness - turn your passion into your living.
Now, as a Procurer, beyond being paid top dollar, I have added perks. Like being able to take my pick of some of the merchandise, or making special orders from the Company at a discounted rate.
And I would use both of these this year, to secure some prime Christmas presents for my sons. And then, perhaps, I'd get one for myself.
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I was in the middle of a job, when I knew I'd have to go visit my sons' college. So, I thought, I'd better wrap this up quick. Pun intended.
The target was a young aspiring actor named Grayson Lewis. Twenty-three, dark hair, blue eyes, body sculpted like a model's. The Company had him pegged for prime marketing material, and wanted me to... Procure him. So, for the past few days, I'd been watching him, learning his routine. Tracking his computer. And through the Company's tech experts, I had developed a fake identity as an up-and-coming movie producer living in the area, complete with social media photos of me enjoying coffee at Grayson's regular place. The boy had been frequenting the coffee shop more and more often to try and catch me there.
Just as I planned.