New Beginnings

Chapter Two

Home

Zac made it home, immediately dumping his gym gear on the couch and heading for the fridge. There was protein drinks, water bottles and a few beers and stuff to make salads plus cottage cheese and some expired items.  Ignoring those he zeroed in on the container of food his girlfriend has left him, upon opening it up he chuckled *She made vegetarian pasta…just like she threatened* That’s one thing he liked about Angie, she was always the type to keep her word even it was a bit out there. He planned to propose next year on their 6th anniversary of dating. The future was looking bright, soon he’d be close to finishing his thesis dealing with physics, apply for a government job or in the private sector, marry Angie then buy a home and when the time came have two kids. Even tho it was cliche and old fashioned, that’s what he desired most, stability and sense a knowing of what was to happen in some areas of his life.  

Zac finished the pasta and change into his sleepwear of black loungewear pants and grey t-shirt and slipped on his slippers. It was trash day, so he took his bags, leaving his phone behind and walked down the three flights of stairs (it’s an old fashioned 4 story flat near a wooded area in the city) *Fck these are heavier than normal he thought* The night air was cold, but he didn’t mind throwing the 3 bags in the dump. It was a quiet night after all and not a person in sight, just the occasional bark of a dog and the distant sounds of the city.  As he took in the air he noticed a man struggling to get something into a van near the parking lot and when they locked eyes the man slightly smiled and asked if he could assist…

Trap

I made it in time to park and catch him in the process of throwing his trash out. It’s always two or three bags, which says to me he liked to be clean and compartmentalize.  Unfortunately I didn’t want to risk going into his apartment and be seen by neighbors so I could be wrong and his place could be a dump, but it didn’t matter after tonight cause its new life would require it being clean 24/7.  So I got out of my van, which was small and black and nothing on it to make it stand out to the public and the license plate was in someone else’s name using forged signatures.  

I opened the side panel facing the parking lot, this was the perfect spot because it was near the dumpsters and the cars semi blocked anyone’s view looking out the windows. 

I pretended I was struggling with huge paint drum when Zac took notice of me on his way through the parking lot, I immediately asked if he could help and he smiled a bit, albeit nervously and came over. I felt myself getting a bit hard, I had never been this close to him…his black hair, soft greenish eyes and semi chisel faced was all too much  but I focused to get the task done, there would be plenty of time to stare and admire. 

First Step

Zac obliged to help the man, there wasn’t anything threatening about him so he felt comfortable helping despite it being dark and late. Being a male after all gave him the advantage of not having to fear every stranger was something Angie would remind him about at times.  So he grabbed the paint drum on the left side and helped  the man push it into into the van “Happy to help” but before he could walk off the man asked for one more favor moving a smaller drum to the right of him. Zac sighed internally *He must think I’m the world’s strongest man* and helped the man lift it off the ground and into the van and as he was pushing, he felt the drum get heavier as if someone had let go and when he tried to adjust himself in pushing the drum further into the van  he felt something wet and cold go over his nose.

Fight

 I know chloroform doesn’t knock people out immediately like portrayed in pop culture but it is possible to make your own if you do the right research and get recipes off the Dark web, which is what I did. The cocktail I made wasn’t lethal and I based it on how much he weighed, so I hoped this worked or I was just gonna have to fight to tie a panicked man.  [Since this is fiction I’m gonna do some scientific stretching- writer] 

I put the rag over Zac nose, his body tensing up before fight or flight took over. I used my upper body strength and knees to lift him into the van and squeeze him past the paint drums. To do this meant letting him go for a few minutes to close the door but I didn’t mind, I had soundproofed the van and had some paint drums blocking the back door, which was locked and secured by chains.  Once the panel door facing the parking lot  was closed , I locked it and put a lock on it before returning to my project. It was coughing and trying to make sense of what was happening but I put the rag back over the nose. This time I was kneeling over him and sitting on him putting my full body weight on his knees and upper thighs. I could see the fear and anger in his eyes as I pressed the rag deeper into this nose. His hands were extended up and he was trying to claw my arms off him. His short nails dug deep into my arms, his scratches feeling like tiny pinches and not making a single impact on me. He then put his hands over my hands to pull them off, his face getting more redder and more angry and panicked. It’s like he knew if he didn’t fight he’d be whisked away, never to be seen again.  When he couldn’t get my hands off of his nose, he tried in vain to lift himself up to get me off of him, using all of his pathetic workout strength to do so but I’m 6’1 and I weigh more and I workout as well.

When he couldn’t get me off or turn his body in any direction, he used his legs to try and knee me in the back but it was no use his legs couldn’t reach me and I remained sturdy, and I just laughed in its strained face at it pathetic attempts to get from under me. 

Fade 

And just like I predicted, it took about six minutes for him to pass out. During those final minutes I felt his body getting weaker and I could sense he could to because his face only got more panicked and his watery red eyes pleading for me to stop and he even made one last attempt to pry my hands off of him, but soon his eyes sense to convey anything and they slow rolled into his head, his grip around my hands was now weak like a female and then it went limp.  I released my body off of him and looked at my work. *It’s perfect*. I then checked to see if his breathing was normal by leaning into his chest and using a stethoscope I grabbed from my kit. It was fine and I was relieved he didn’t die on me. 

Secured

I turned off one of the ceiling van lights and in half light I went to work. First I pulled down his black pants and green briefs and there was his beautiful cock, 5 inches, circumcised and shaved to my surprised. I put a standard cock cage on it, eventually over the time the cage would get smaller.  

I pulled up his pants and turned him on his stomach. I then put genuine police cuffs on his wrist and steel shackles on his ankles. I grabbed a short chain out of my “kit”and attached it via a lock in the middle of the restraints, putting him in a hog tie position. And as much I wanted to muzzle him, I couldn’t due to the possibility of him throwing up upon waking up.  I then turned him on his left side and put a small pillow underneath his head, his mouth semi agape. I figured why not give him some human comfort before its life changes. I checked the chains and did the final task, I took a tight padded dog dollar that was attached securely to the van panel rails across from him and put around his neck. I then gently kissed his cheek and turned off the van lights. And I went out the side, using the door where the leash was attached. If anyone saw me at a distance get into the driver side they’d think I was workman and nothing else plus the wooded side shielded me a bit. I felt great and unstoppable. Six months of hard work had paid off and now it was time to hit the road where his new life was waiting for him. 

Awake

Zac woke up with a massive headache, *Did I take a bad fall or something. Fuck.* He then started to adjust himself and take in what was happening and as he did he realized he wasn’t in his cozy apartment and where he was it was moving, his blurred vision taking notice of small moving lights and white drums of something. *What…* Nothing made sense and he tried to move again to get comfortable and get up, he noticed his neck was attacked to something and something cold and metal was around his wrist and his socks felt squeezed by something around his ankles . *No..I’m not tied..I gotta be hallucinating.* He then began coughing as he licked his lips, a sweet substance coating his them and his nose was burning only adding to his cough. Zac felt like he had been pepper sprayed and in his confused state he thought that what he was and his feelings of being restrained was perhaps him in an ambulance. But the more Zac moved and his eyes adjusted to his surroundings and he got control of his cough, a slight panic began to set in. *This isn’t an ambulance…I’m in someone’s vehicle* He tried to get up again but the chain around his neck wouldn’t let him and he attempted to free his hands again but the handcuffs wouldn’t budge. It hit him finally that he was restrained in a moving vehicle that wasn’t an ambulance. Then he spoke his voice low and shaking “Hello! hello! Hello!”  No response and he blinked his eyes repeatedly and frantically getting them to adjust to  see even more and there he saw what appeared to be drums of paint and a fence type separator that you see in most work vans and from the lights he could see they where moving fast as the van made its away along the road and then the faint outline of a man came into view. *fuck…this can’t be happening* 

Speaking

I kept my eyes on the road, making sure to go the speed limit and then reminding myself that the city cameras that caught you wouldn’t know where you came from from due to it being camera less near his place. Just make it to the highway and on the open road then you’ll be in the remote country side and everything will be fine.  

Soon my train of thought was broken by a faint “hello” the pupper was up. I ignored it, seeing how long it was take for it to start the denial process of being a kidnapped victim.  It said hello a few more times and I kept ignoring it. His voice getting louder and less shaky with each hello. This was my first lesson to it *Your voice doesn’t matter*

Concern I

Angie went to bed without her usual goodnight call from Zac, while it wasn’t alarming it did make her feel a bit anxious. 

Perhaps he was his studying she told herself so she could feel at ease. And she sent him a text.

Angie: Hey love! Don’t study too hard and call me in the morning ☺️❤️😘 ha! Btw I hope the past was good 🥦🥦

Meanwhile Zac mother, was telling herself the same thing when he wasn’t responding to her texts of goodnight. “He’s just busy studying.”  And before making her way to her upstairs to the bedroom where her husband was loudly snoring, she glanced over at a recent family picture on the fireplace mantal. It showed Zac, her oldest son Bennie, then her and her husband smiling while on a beach in Mali. It gave her a little bit of joy seeing the photo whenever she took notice and tonight was no different.