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"writing": "Niel groaned. His head pounded, his shoulders and wrists hurt, and the hard bed was bouncing him about. Were Olavo and Gagan fucking next to him, and how come they weren’t involving—\n\nEverything jerked about, and pain shot up his arms. His eyes snapped open as someone to his left yelled.\n\n“Watch where you’re going, asshole!”\n\nNiel tried to lower his arms, but couldn’t get them past his shoulders. Why was he manacled to the wall of a van? Why was he in the back of a van? How had he ended up here?\n\nHe remembered fucking Erwin, the doberman with his cock in his ass, tweaking his nipple, then…\n\nHe fought back the nausea. The rabbit on the floor, neck at an unnatural angle. He couldn’t have seen that. He’d been fighting the Dalmatian. It had only been a glance. Erwin would be okay.\n\nHe swallowed and looked around the back of the van.\n\nThe walls were straight and high, reminding him of a delivery truck. He was closer to the front, by the soft music that filtered through small the opening, and the form of someone in the passenger seat.\n\nHe opened his mouth to call to them and ask what was going on, but closed it. He had been knocked out and taken against his will. He was restrained in the back of a van. Maybe drawing attention to the fact he was awake was not a good idea.\n\nThe floor was covered with blankets, on which he sat. They hadn’t bothered to dress him. On the opposite side, closer to the roll door, a ball of fur was restrained like him, arms over his head.\n\nDid it mean anything that they were both naked? Niel had been kidnapped while having sex. Had the other. He knew that kind of big fur… the Pallas cat. Had he also been taken while fucking? If they could talk, they might… what?\n\nHe muttered a quiet “fuck,” as he rested his head against the wall. What was this about? They couldn’t be pissed off fans. Niel hadn’t been involved in any of the winning plays, and fans wouldn’t go to the extant of k—\n\nHe stopped. Erwin was fine, he told himself.\n\nThe Pallas cat moved. Looked at him.\n\nNiel stared. He knew this cat. Why was Fedor back here with him? The Pallas cat shook his head vigorously as Niel opened his mouth. Right, they weren’t alone. Fedor touched his ear, then lowered his hand as much as his restraints let him. The cat did it again.\n\nEar-low?\n\nDid Fedor plan on using charades to communicate unnoticed? What could ear-low mean?\n\nThe cat did it again and again, accompanied by a stare. Whatever else, he felt it was important.\n\nLow ear? Low hearing?\n\nThat couldn’t be right. Niel knew Fedor heard quite well. In fact, when they fucked in the library, the cat had…\n\nIt couldn’t be. Niel had figured he’d just been distracted by the sex when Fedor had put a hand over his muzzle to silence him. What were the odds it was more than that?\n\nSpeaking so softly, Niel barely heard himself. “You can hear low sounds?”\n\nThe Pallas cat grinned and nodded.\n\nHow was it Olavo hadn’t told him Fedor was Society? Or had the capybara known? There were other magical groups than the Society out there. Niel had only heard a handful of names, so figuring who Fedor was with wouldn’t be easy in this situation, but he could confirm one group he wasn’t part of.\n\n“Society?”\n\nFedor looked surprised, then shrugged and wobbled a hand back and forth.\n\nThe surprise would be at finding out Niel knew about magic. The wobbling hand… not really? Now and then? He stifled a groan. This would be so much easier if the two of them shared the same power.\n\nHe stared at the cat. No way.\n\n“Survivor?” he whispered, and Fedor’s eyes became saucer like.\n\nHe pointed to Niel, who nodded. The Pallas cat opened his mouth, then closed it, looking at the opening between the front and back in annoyance.\n\n“What happened?” Niel whispered.\n\nFedor made a ring with his thumb and index of a restrained hand, then moved the other index finger in and out of it. Sex. He rubbed the back of his head. Knocked out.\n\n“How many?”\n\nOne finger.\n\nOkay, maybe Fedor had been alone with his kidnapper, while Niel had had Erwin with him and—\n\nHe couldn’t stop the whine as the image assaulted him. The rabbit, head bent in—\n\n“Shut up back there.” The passenger leaned into the opening. The Dalmatian glared at Niel.\n\n“Yeah,” the driver said, chuckling. “Unless I put my cock in it, keep your muzzle shut.”\n\n“Fuck off,” Niel snapped at the familiar-sounding man. “Don’t expect me to let you do whatever you want after kidnapping me.”\n\n“Oh, after the work that when into getting you here,” the dalmatian snarled, “you’re going to take whatever we do to you.” He raised his phone, placed a finger on the screen, and slid it up.\n\nNiel screamed as pain exploded in his arm, then increased as it spread through his body, then went back to nothing, leaving him panting.\n\n“How about you?” the dalmatian asked Fedor in what Niel thought was a gentler tone. “Do you need to feel that, too?”\n\nFedor’s eyes were wide with fear as he shook his head with vehemence.\n\n“Thought so.” The dalmatian chuckled. “Now, both of you settle in, don’t do anything, and everything will go fine.”\n\n“Unless I need relief,” the driver said, “but don’t worry, then I’ll do the doing, not you.”\n\n“No sex with them,” the dalmatian snapped. “You know the orders.”\n\n“Hey, you got to do the cat. How come I can’t?”\n\n“That was to get him here, and after the other, I deserved it.”\n\n“And I didn’t get to finish. What, are you going to volunteer that ass of yours?”\n\n“Try it, and I’m going to make your cock vanish.”\n\nThat shut the driver up.\n\nNiel glanced at Fedor, who was also panting, as if he’d been put through the same pain. He mouthed, “Do they know?” Could they know they needed sex to live?\n\nFedor didn’t answer, still looking unsettled.\n\nIf they weren’t going to let them fuck, did it mean the plan was to let them wither away? They couldn’t do that. They’d kidnapped them. That had to mean they needed them alive. So why torture them? \n\nHe looked at the manacle around his wrist. He couldn’t make out what had caused the pain, but the memory was enough to chase away any thought of screaming at them to let them know what he thought of how he was being treated.\n\n* * * * *\n\nNiel ground his teeth so he wouldn’t scream as the ice cold jet of water hit him. He wanted to get out of the way, but even without the restraints, he was weak from two long days without sex.\n\nAnd he was filthy.\n\nBeing able to eat without his body protesting violently had let Niel take part in the post game celebratory meals. He’d simply had to pay attention to the signals his body gave him that he needed to let that out.\n\nLunch had been light, with the game only an hour after, and Niel hadn’t needed to go. Or after the game, or while with—\n\nBut when he’d told his captor he needed a restroom, they’s scoffed and kept on driving. He’d held it as long as he could, figuring they’d take him out when they needed a pit stop, but those came and went without being allowed to use them.\n\nHe forced himself to turn in the jet so the pressure scrubbed the filth out of him.\n\nThey’d hosed down Fedor, not that he’d needed it as much as Niel had. As far as he could tell, the cat hadn’t had anything in his stomach. Maybe he didn’t eat anymore, or he’d just been lucky and had gone before being kidnapped.\n\n“You’re late.” The driver said. The doberman who’d tried to choke him. Who had— he swallowed and fought the urge to throw up.\n\n“You try crossing the border with no one finding what you’re carrying,” an unseen man replied. He spoke with hints of a German accent. “Especially since the border was not the plan.” A wolf stepped into view, looking into the van. “Couldn’t you be neater about it?”\n\nNiel settled back down as best as he could, looking beyond the two for a clue as to where they were. Two days of driving opened from Minnesota to most of the US. It was warm, so they were in one of the southern states. \n\n“Why did they change your—” A horn sounded, deafening, forcing the doberman to stop talking. A boat’s horn.\n\nThe wolf shrugged. “I didn’t get details, just that the ship mine was to be on wasn’t an option anymore, so it was this one or wait until another one was found.”\n\n“Impatient bunch, aren’t they?”\n\n“They’re ready,” the dalmatian said, coming into view. “Let’s pack them up so we can get out of here. I’ve spent too fucking long in this country.”\n\n“Watch the tone,” the doberman said. “This is my country.”\n\n“You’re welcome to stay. I’m going back to the Fatherland and never setting foot on here again.”\n\n“Are you two going to need help with them?” the wolf asked. “Mine’s nice and pliant at this point.”\n\nThe doberman stopped glaring at the dalmatian long enough to glance in the van. “Might be best. The coon’s only been off sex for two days, and he was going at it just before—”\n\n“You were fucking him,” the Dalmatian said.\n\n“And you were fucking the cat until you knocked him out. Get off my case. You probably got to cum in him. I was interrupted and you—”\n\n“You two need a marriage counselor or something?” the wolf asked. “I thought they were ready for these two.”\n\nNiel readied himself.\n\nThe wolf unscrewed the metal cord off the wall, and before he grabbed it, Niel shoulder him aside and tried to run. An elbow in the back sent him to the van’s floor and he couldn’t put his arm under him to get up.\n\n“Told you,” The doberman said from outside.\n\n“And if I hadn’t been ready,” the wolf said, “you’d have let him run?”\n\n“I would have stopped him.”\n\nThe wolf snorted and said something about the American being full of himself in German. The dalmatian snickered.\n\n“What’d he say?” the doberman demanded.\n\n“Wait,” the dalmatian said as the wolf readied to pass Fedor out of the van. “We can’t let them exit looking like they do, can we?” He placed something around the Pallas cat’s wrist, then did the same to Niel. A homemade bracelet of an elastic with shiny things tied to it.\n\nWhat the fuck?\n\nThe wolf muttered in German under his breath the whole time he passed Fedor over, and when he grabbed Niel, he was able to make out, ‘I hate those things,’ repeated as if it was a mantra.\n\nHe and Fedor were carried around the van and through lanes made of shipping containers until they reached a lone open one. The only people Niel saw on the way were distant, and taking in a breath to call out to them resulted in hard slap on his throat by the dalmatian that left him coughing and having trouble breathing.\n\nInside the container, he was dropped on a pile of blanket and tied to the wall. Fedor was restrained the same way, and after the wolf left and returned, he plopped down someone on his own pile and tied him.\n\n“Dario?” Niel asked, in surprise as the wolf moved, letting light hit the capybara.\n\n“Niel?” Dario barely raised his head. “How are you here?”\n\nThe door slammed shut, sealing them in darkness.\n\n“I should ask you that. How did they get you?”\n\n“I go to Buenos Aires with father for meeting. Meet wolf, talk, have sex. Wake up tied in trunk of car.”\n\n“Same for me and Fedor. Sounds like they know we need sex.”\n\n“Yes. Wolf makes sure to fuck me before I starve.”\n\nA boom resounded from above them and the walls shook. It scraped along with steps. The scraping reached the corners. More steps without them. Silence.\n\nWhat were they doing? This was a shipping yard, but Niel had no idea what the noise had been—\n\nWith a whine that stretched too long for his liking, the container shook, then moved up.\n\nFedor said something in Russian as Niel fought his stomach, unsettled by the swaying.\n\n“Shevet?” Dario demanded, as if he hadn’t noticed him until now. “They have you go put blood for cum? You do…” there was an exasperated snar, then he spoke Spanish.\n\n“Not speak Spanish,” Fedor replied calmly. “I not sent. I leave. I not want make same as father and mother.”\n\n“You leave family?” Dario’s accent became thicker as the volume rose. “How do that? Brothers, sisters. Not honor…” he fell back into Spanish, although the tone made it sound like cursing to Niel. “Must be home!”\n\n“Home is wrong,” Fedor snapped. “Stay. Do same wrong thing. Make thing change, or—”\n\n“Family!” Dario yelled, then spoke Spanish again.\n\n“Enough!” Niel yelled over him. He was glad Spanish wasn’t a language he understood. “Not to point the obvious here, but we’re in trouble. How about we keep the arguing until after we’re out of it?”\n\n“Da. Want escape.”\n\n“I do too,” Dario said, sounding calmer, or many simply out of energy.\n\n“Good. Can either of you magic us out of here? If you have phrase that’ll get these manacles off, we can fuck. Then we’ll be ready for whoever opens the door.”\n\nFedor sighed. “Not know magic. Not trusted. Fedor too… independent.”\n\n“I have no cum,” Dario said.\n\nNiel’s attempt not to laugh at the statement produced a huff. “You have a factory between your legs.”\n\nDario scuffed. “I cannot reach.”\n\n“Right.” Niel pulled on his restraints. Even if he wasn’t tired, he wouldn’t be able to rip them off the wall. “Are your nails sharp enough to use blood? I know it’s dangerous, but…”\n\nDario shifted about. Scrapping sounds came, then a sigh. “I…” something in tired Spanish. “Too long. Frase. Not space for writing.”\n\nNiel added his sigh to the previous one. “That was my only idea. Anything from you?”\n\nThe silence and swaying stretched, and was only broken but the loud bang as the container hit something and stopped moving.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Niel groaned. His head pounded, his shoulders and wrists hurt, and the hard bed was bouncing him about. Were Olavo and Gagan fucking next to him, and how come they weren’t involving—
Everything jerked about, and pain shot up his arms. His eyes snapped open as someone to his left yelled.
“Watch where you’re going, asshole!”
Niel tried to lower his arms, but couldn’t get them past his shoulders. Why was he manacled to the wall of a van? Why was he in the back of a van? How had he ended up here?
He remembered fucking Erwin, the doberman with his cock in his ass, tweaking his nipple, then…
He fought back the nausea. The rabbit on the floor, neck at an unnatural angle. He couldn’t have seen that. He’d been fighting the Dalmatian. It had only been a glance. Erwin would be okay.
He swallowed and looked around the back of the van.
The walls were straight and high, reminding him of a delivery truck. He was closer to the front, by the soft music that filtered through small the opening, and the form of someone in the passenger seat.
He opened his mouth to call to them and ask what was going on, but closed it. He had been knocked out and taken against his will. He was restrained in the back of a van. Maybe drawing attention to the fact he was awake was not a good idea.
The floor was covered with blankets, on which he sat. They hadn’t bothered to dress him. On the opposite side, closer to the roll door, a ball of fur was restrained like him, arms over his head.
Did it mean anything that they were both naked? Niel had been kidnapped while having sex. Had the other. He knew that kind of big fur… the Pallas cat. Had he also been taken while fucking? If they could talk, they might… what?
He muttered a quiet “fuck,” as he rested his head against the wall. What was this about? They couldn’t be pissed off fans. Niel hadn’t been involved in any of the winning plays, and fans wouldn’t go to the extant of k—
He stopped. Erwin was fine, he told himself.
The Pallas cat moved. Looked at him.
Niel stared. He knew this cat. Why was Fedor back here with him? The Pallas cat shook his head vigorously as Niel opened his mouth. Right, they weren’t alone. Fedor touched his ear, then lowered his hand as much as his restraints let him. The cat did it again.
Ear-low?
Did Fedor plan on using charades to communicate unnoticed? What could ear-low mean?
The cat did it again and again, accompanied by a stare. Whatever else, he felt it was important.
Low ear? Low hearing?
That couldn’t be right. Niel knew Fedor heard quite well. In fact, when they fucked in the library, the cat had…
It couldn’t be. Niel had figured he’d just been distracted by the sex when Fedor had put a hand over his muzzle to silence him. What were the odds it was more than that?
Speaking so softly, Niel barely heard himself. “You can hear low sounds?”
The Pallas cat grinned and nodded.
How was it Olavo hadn’t told him Fedor was Society? Or had the capybara known? There were other magical groups than the Society out there. Niel had only heard a handful of names, so figuring who Fedor was with wouldn’t be easy in this situation, but he could confirm one group he wasn’t part of.
“Society?”
Fedor looked surprised, then shrugged and wobbled a hand back and forth.
The surprise would be at finding out Niel knew about magic. The wobbling hand… not really? Now and then? He stifled a groan. This would be so much easier if the two of them shared the same power.
He stared at the cat. No way.
“Survivor?” he whispered, and Fedor’s eyes became saucer like.
He pointed to Niel, who nodded. The Pallas cat opened his mouth, then closed it, looking at the opening between the front and back in annoyance.
“What happened?” Niel whispered.
Fedor made a ring with his thumb and index of a restrained hand, then moved the other index finger in and out of it. Sex. He rubbed the back of his head. Knocked out.
“How many?”
One finger.
Okay, maybe Fedor had been alone with his kidnapper, while Niel had had Erwin with him and—
He couldn’t stop the whine as the image assaulted him. The rabbit, head bent in—
“Shut up back there.” The passenger leaned into the opening. The Dalmatian glared at Niel.
“Yeah,” the driver said, chuckling. “Unless I put my cock in it, keep your muzzle shut.”
“Fuck off,” Niel snapped at the familiar-sounding man. “Don’t expect me to let you do whatever you want after kidnapping me.”
“Oh, after the work that when into getting you here,” the dalmatian snarled, “you’re going to take whatever we do to you.” He raised his phone, placed a finger on the screen, and slid it up.
Niel screamed as pain exploded in his arm, then increased as it spread through his body, then went back to nothing, leaving him panting.
“How about you?” the dalmatian asked Fedor in what Niel thought was a gentler tone. “Do you need to feel that, too?”
Fedor’s eyes were wide with fear as he shook his head with vehemence.
“Thought so.” The dalmatian chuckled. “Now, both of you settle in, don’t do anything, and everything will go fine.”
“Unless I need relief,” the driver said, “but don’t worry, then I’ll do the doing, not you.”
“No sex with them,” the dalmatian snapped. “You know the orders.”
“Hey, you got to do the cat. How come I can’t?”
“That was to get him here, and after the other, I deserved it.”
“And I didn’t get to finish. What, are you going to volunteer that ass of yours?”
“Try it, and I’m going to make your cock vanish.”
That shut the driver up.
Niel glanced at Fedor, who was also panting, as if he’d been put through the same pain. He mouthed, “Do they know?” Could they know they needed sex to live?
Fedor didn’t answer, still looking unsettled.
If they weren’t going to let them fuck, did it mean the plan was to let them wither away? They couldn’t do that. They’d kidnapped them. That had to mean they needed them alive. So why torture them?
He looked at the manacle around his wrist. He couldn’t make out what had caused the pain, but the memory was enough to chase away any thought of screaming at them to let them know what he thought of how he was being treated.
* * * * *
Niel ground his teeth so he wouldn’t scream as the ice cold jet of water hit him. He wanted to get out of the way, but even without the restraints, he was weak from two long days without sex.
And he was filthy.
Being able to eat without his body protesting violently had let Niel take part in the post game celebratory meals. He’d simply had to pay attention to the signals his body gave him that he needed to let that out.
Lunch had been light, with the game only an hour after, and Niel hadn’t needed to go. Or after the game, or while with—
But when he’d told his captor he needed a restroom, they’s scoffed and kept on driving. He’d held it as long as he could, figuring they’d take him out when they needed a pit stop, but those came and went without being allowed to use them.
He forced himself to turn in the jet so the pressure scrubbed the filth out of him.
They’d hosed down Fedor, not that he’d needed it as much as Niel had. As far as he could tell, the cat hadn’t had anything in his stomach. Maybe he didn’t eat anymore, or he’d just been lucky and had gone before being kidnapped.
“You’re late.” The driver said. The doberman who’d tried to choke him. Who had— he swallowed and fought the urge to throw up.
“You try crossing the border with no one finding what you’re carrying,” an unseen man replied. He spoke with hints of a German accent. “Especially since the border was not the plan.” A wolf stepped into view, looking into the van. “Couldn’t you be neater about it?”
Niel settled back down as best as he could, looking beyond the two for a clue as to where they were. Two days of driving opened from Minnesota to most of the US. It was warm, so they were in one of the southern states.
“Why did they change your—” A horn sounded, deafening, forcing the doberman to stop talking. A boat’s horn.
The wolf shrugged. “I didn’t get details, just that the ship mine was to be on wasn’t an option anymore, so it was this one or wait until another one was found.”
“Impatient bunch, aren’t they?”
“They’re ready,” the dalmatian said, coming into view. “Let’s pack them up so we can get out of here. I’ve spent too fucking long in this country.”
“Watch the tone,” the doberman said. “This is my country.”
“You’re welcome to stay. I’m going back to the Fatherland and never setting foot on here again.”
“Are you two going to need help with them?” the wolf asked. “Mine’s nice and pliant at this point.”
The doberman stopped glaring at the dalmatian long enough to glance in the van. “Might be best. The coon’s only been off sex for two days, and he was going at it just before—”
“You were fucking him,” the Dalmatian said.
“And you were fucking the cat until you knocked him out. Get off my case. You probably got to cum in him. I was interrupted and you—”
“You two need a marriage counselor or something?” the wolf asked. “I thought they were ready for these two.”
Niel readied himself.
The wolf unscrewed the metal cord off the wall, and before he grabbed it, Niel shoulder him aside and tried to run. An elbow in the back sent him to the van’s floor and he couldn’t put his arm under him to get up.
“Told you,” The doberman said from outside.
“And if I hadn’t been ready,” the wolf said, “you’d have let him run?”
“I would have stopped him.”
The wolf snorted and said something about the American being full of himself in German. The dalmatian snickered.
“What’d he say?” the doberman demanded.
“Wait,” the dalmatian said as the wolf readied to pass Fedor out of the van. “We can’t let them exit looking like they do, can we?” He placed something around the Pallas cat’s wrist, then did the same to Niel. A homemade bracelet of an elastic with shiny things tied to it.
What the fuck?
The wolf muttered in German under his breath the whole time he passed Fedor over, and when he grabbed Niel, he was able to make out, ‘I hate those things,’ repeated as if it was a mantra.
He and Fedor were carried around the van and through lanes made of shipping containers until they reached a lone open one. The only people Niel saw on the way were distant, and taking in a breath to call out to them resulted in hard slap on his throat by the dalmatian that left him coughing and having trouble breathing.
Inside the container, he was dropped on a pile of blanket and tied to the wall. Fedor was restrained the same way, and after the wolf left and returned, he plopped down someone on his own pile and tied him.
“Dario?” Niel asked, in surprise as the wolf moved, letting light hit the capybara.
“Niel?” Dario barely raised his head. “How are you here?”
The door slammed shut, sealing them in darkness.
“I should ask you that. How did they get you?”
“I go to Buenos Aires with father for meeting. Meet wolf, talk, have sex. Wake up tied in trunk of car.”
“Same for me and Fedor. Sounds like they know we need sex.”
“Yes. Wolf makes sure to fuck me before I starve.”
A boom resounded from above them and the walls shook. It scraped along with steps. The scraping reached the corners. More steps without them. Silence.
What were they doing? This was a shipping yard, but Niel had no idea what the noise had been—
With a whine that stretched too long for his liking, the container shook, then moved up.
Fedor said something in Russian as Niel fought his stomach, unsettled by the swaying.
“Shevet?” Dario demanded, as if he hadn’t noticed him until now. “They have you go put blood for cum? You do…” there was an exasperated snar, then he spoke Spanish.
“Not speak Spanish,” Fedor replied calmly. “I not sent. I leave. I not want make same as father and mother.”
“You leave family?” Dario’s accent became thicker as the volume rose. “How do that? Brothers, sisters. Not honor…” he fell back into Spanish, although the tone made it sound like cursing to Niel. “Must be home!”
“Home is wrong,” Fedor snapped. “Stay. Do same wrong thing. Make thing change, or—”
“Family!” Dario yelled, then spoke Spanish again.
“Enough!” Niel yelled over him. He was glad Spanish wasn’t a language he understood. “Not to point the obvious here, but we’re in trouble. How about we keep the arguing until after we’re out of it?”
“Da. Want escape.”
“I do too,” Dario said, sounding calmer, or many simply out of energy.
“Good. Can either of you magic us out of here? If you have phrase that’ll get these manacles off, we can fuck. Then we’ll be ready for whoever opens the door.”
Fedor sighed. “Not know magic. Not trusted. Fedor too… independent.”
“I have no cum,” Dario said.
Niel’s attempt not to laugh at the statement produced a huff. “You have a factory between your legs.”
Dario scuffed. “I cannot reach.”
“Right.” Niel pulled on his restraints. Even if he wasn’t tired, he wouldn’t be able to rip them off the wall. “Are your nails sharp enough to use blood? I know it’s dangerous, but…”
Dario shifted about. Scrapping sounds came, then a sigh. “I…” something in tired Spanish. “Too long. Frase. Not space for writing.”
Niel added his sigh to the previous one. “That was my only idea. Anything from you?”
The silence and swaying stretched, and was only broken but the loud bang as the container hit something and stopped moving.",
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