Waking in a storage.

Sunday, September 22nd, 2024

Splash

Cough, cough, sputter!

Jacob came too, spitting water, looking at a rolling metal door.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed as he tried to move his arms and found them tightly secured to the chair he was on.

The last thing Jake could was leaving Joe's place early because the Seahawks were stomping on his Dolphins. He had been getting into his truck then...

Jake looked to his right and saw a ripped 6'6" inch Black dude wearing slacks and a dress shirt that had its sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Jake then looked to his left, and there was a similarly dressed 6'0" white dude. "Who the fuck are you, assholes?" he snarled as he jerked on his bindings.

UUUFFFFF... cough, cough.

Exploded from Jake as the white dude stepped up and put his fist into Jake's belly.

"Be respectful," advised Blackman.

As Jake recovered, he realized two more things. One, his legs were taped to the chair legs. Secondly, he was naked.

"Wh-where are my clothes?" he blurted out.

"You, my young friend, have greater things to worry about, other than clothes." Advised an unseen voice.

Jake then heard steps, and a well-dressed Hispanic male stepped into his line of sight.

This new man was dressed in a suit, whose hair was slicked back with some sort of gel. At his wrist was a gold Rolex watch, and several rings glittered from his fingers. Finally, both his belt and shoes were made of crocodile skin.

"What do you want?" Jake asked, realizing this was the goon's boss.

The man chuckled, saying. "I want nothing, Jake." He then glanced at the two goons before continuing. "My two associates are something of therapists, and this you might say is an intervention."

"An intervention..." an incredulous Jake repeated.

"Correct," the man mused as he knelt down to look Jake in the eyes. "You see, Jake, there are those who spent a great amount of time and effort making you a winner."

Eyes widening, Jake wondered. "Did the coach do this?"

"As a winner, you got attention, accolades, and opportunities." The man stood up, towering over him. "You've seen the scouts watching you from the sidelines. You've noticed the female interest as you walked your school's halls."

Tsk, tsk, tsk. The man went as he ed behind Jake. "All now in danger. Because you decided that you knew better. That you shouldn't follow the methods that made you a winner."

"Coach, fucking put you up to this." Jake exclaimed, as he pulled at his bindings.

This time the black good took a step forward and lashed out with a right cross to Jake's jaw. Pain exploded from his cheek, and he tasted copper.

"Jake, Jake, Jake," the boss said disappointedly. Jake heard him move around, and then he heard the voice against his ear.

"I'm trying to help you, Jake; I really am." The man then shifted to Jake's other ear. "You see, Jake, there are two types of people in life: winners and bitches. You, my young friend, are in danger of being a bitch."

The man stood up again, and Jake could hear him moving away. "But how to stop it... then it hit me. Motivation. You need the proper motivation."

At an unseen gesture, the white goon brought out a tablet and showed it to Jake. There was a video queued up, and Jake's blood went cold when the goon hit play.

Jake could see his little sister sleeping in her bed. That was bad enough. What made it terrifying was that it was taken from her bedroom door.

"YOU FUCKERS WERE IN OUR HOUSE!" Jake bellowed in rage.

Just then the black goon stepped forward and kicked out the back leg on the chair. Jake was left seeing stars as his head bounced off the concrete.

The boss gave Jake a few moments to regain his wits. Walking back over, he took the tablet, looking at it. "Such a beautiful girl... so innocent and fresh."

"If you do ANYTHING..." Jake stammered only to get a foot to his gut.

Sound exploded from the young man as he coughed and gagged from the air being forced from his lungs.

"And you'll do what exactly?" The boss sneered as he handed his goon back the tablet.

The goon knelt down and started a second video. This one was of a beautiful young Hispanic girl. The girl was nude, save for a collar around her throat. On her knees, she caressed her pregnant belly while staring up at the camera, adoration shining in her eyes. Jake recognized her from school; he thought her name was Tabitha.

"Please, Jefe, feed your whores hungry kitty." The girl purred for the camera.

"Last year, she was also innocent and fresh." Jake saw a lascivious grin spread across his face. "Now she's just a needy whore who lives for her jefe's cum."

"If you ever..." Jake started only to howl as the boss stepped on his left hand.

"Save your petty threats, Jake." The boss advised before removing his foot. Jake watched as the boss opened his coat and pulled out a Cuban cigar. Biting off the tip, the boss spat it onto Jake before outting the cigar into his mouth. Then the white goon lit a lighter.

The boss then took two puffs before looking down at him. "Like I was saying, Jake, it is all about proper motivation. Motivation that you have been lacking."

The boss then started walking to a door that was in the corner of the back of the room. About halfway there the boss stopped and turned around.

"You know, Jake, something just occurred to me," he murmured as he took another puff of his cigar. "You see, you know what it's like to be a winner, but you've never experienced what it's like to be a bitch."

The boss pointed his cigar at his two goons, adding. "My friends here think it would be best if you learned firsthand why you don't want to be a bitch."

Jake paled as the black goon casually unzipped his fly.

"Nowadays they call my friends booty-bandits. I though, prefer how they were referred to in Shawshank Redemption as "bullqueers." The boss turns to hit goons ordering. "Nothing permanent, my friends."

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Jake's first scream was cut off as the door closed behind Carlos. Puffing on his cigar, he walked down the loading dock as he approached his limo.

Approaching the car, his driver opened the door and handed his boss his cell phone. Sliding into the car, his driver then gently closed the door.

"Would you like a drink, jefe?" asked Tabitha from her seat. Carlos looked over at the naked teen. Her belly was once again flat after three months of daily exercise.

Reaching over, Carlos cupped her chin and smiled. "No, thank you, my sweet." He then looked down at her belly. "Now that you've recovered, maybe I should swell you up again?"

Tabitha shivered as she shifted in her seat and spread her legs. "Anything you want, jefe," she purred as she started playing with her lips.

Carlos brought his phone to his ear, saying. "Andy, I think one of your problems has been dealt with. Young Jake is learning it's much better being a winner than a bitch."

Ending the call, Carlos looked at the teen. "Now my sweet..."