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"writing": "That they were being smuggled somewhere on a cargo ship became clear to Niel as the sound of more containers being deposited on and around them continued for hours, fading into the distance until he wasn’t sure the wall vibrating occasionally wasn’t simply his imagination.\n\nFedor had whined for the first hour of it, speaking in Russian in an imploring tone.\n\nNiel’s fear that they would be left to starve in the middle of an unreachable mountain of containers was alleviated a few hours after he no longer felt containers being placed. He was surprised at voices coming through the metal walls, then the door opening enough to let the light from an electric lantern in, along with the dalmatian.\n\nNiel had thought their containers would be wall to wall against others, both because of how loud and close the sounds had been and how pictures of the giants ships carrying didn’t show spaces between containers. He was also surprised by how little swaying there was. Boats and water had always equated waves swaying it back and forth to his mind.\n\n“I’ll start,” the dalmatian said to someone outside the container. “You two make sure this is secured and you can go back to our quarters.” He sucked off Fedor, then Dario, before bringing in a lounge chair and stretching out on it.\n\nNiel tried not to let this bother him. He could come up with reasons why he was ignored. They’d mentioned Fedor had been caught a day before him, and Dario had looked weak, so they needed it more than he did. But there was the dalmatian’s overall attitude.\n\n“What about me?” he asked, his voice echoing on the metal walls.\n\n“What about you?” the dalmatian replied, swiping through something on his phone.\n\n“Not going to suck me off?”\n\nThe dalmatian snorted.\n\n“What is your fucking problem?”\n\nAnother snort.\n\n“I’m serious. It’s not like I’ve ever met you before.”\n\nThe dalmatian glared at him. “Not met me? Considering the number of times I tried to get this started, and you just brushed me aside, don’t expect me to give you special treatment.”\n\n“What are you talking about?”\n\n“Not friends?” Fedor asked.\n\n“Really?” the dalmatian said. “It’s only now sinking in?”\n\n“You know that guy?” Niel asked.\n\n“At school. He helps with being social, tell me about party.” He paused. “He got pretty mouth.” There was anger under the words.\n\n“I’m fucking glad you went,” the dalmatian grumbled, focusing on his phone. “Who knows how long I’d have had to stay in that country if you two hadn’t fucked then.”\n\nNiel opened his mouth and closed it. It wasn’t how the Dalmatian knew. If he was aware he and Fedor had been at the party, expecting that they’d had sex was a given. It was the realization that Olavo might be off the hook.\n\nOr was he? Hadn’t he and Olavo fucked before Fedor had found him?\n\nNot that it mattered. The damage was done, and pointing to Fedor as the one who had accidentally initiated him wouldn’t undo it.\n\nAfter a few hours. The Doberman replaced the Dalmatian. He fucked Niel once they were alone. He was rough and vulgar. He’d been holding back when he’d joined him and Erwin. He played alpha to a level that had to qualify as toxic. When he was done, he stretch on the lounge chair with a satisfied sigh, and only moved from there to fuck Fedor, and later, Dario.\n\nThe doberman’s replacement wasn’t the wolf, as Niel had expected, but a collie. He’d glanced at them as he took the lounge chair outside the container along with the lamp. He closed and latched the door.\n\nWhen the door opened again, the dalmatian brought the chair and lamp in, sucked off Fedor and Dario, and went back to watching something on his phone.\n\nThis became the routine.\n\nThree shifts had to mean they were eight hours each. Since the collie was the only time they were left unsupervised, they used that time to plan. That ended up being limited to agreeing to sleep after the blowjobs, since the doberman might fuck one of them multiple times during his watch.\n\nWith little to talk about, after going over how each had been captured again, looking for any details that might explain why them, Dario and Fedor started arguing. Most of it was in English, as it was the only language the two had in common, so Niel learned that family was quite important not only for Dario personally, but for the whole of the Cuevets. He took Fedor’s quest to break away from his own family personally. Fedor, in return, had little good to say about the capybara’s blind devotion to people who cared more about goals than the family members’ wellbeing.\n\nOn the fifth day, as Dario started laying into the Pallas cat again, Niel asked. “How was the wolf able to kidnap you?”\n\n“I went to Beanos Aires with father and—”\n\n“You said that. I mean, me and Fedor were knocked out. But you’re indestructible, right? You don’t feel pain, so how did he knock you out?”\n\n“I know pain,” Dario said, sounding annoyed. “But there was no knocking. He placed his arm around my throat and squeezed.”\n\n“Weak,” Fedor mumbled.\n\n“Not weak,” Dario replied. “Strength is not Cuevet power. But not weak. Wolf stronger. How you made unconscious, Spot kiss back of neck?”\n\n“Hit,” Fedor protested, “hard.”\n\nDario snorted. “Caressed.”\n\n“What are you talking about?” Niel asked.\n\n“Shevet sensitive.”\n\n“What does he mean?” Niel asked when all looking in the Pallas cat’s direction did was remind him they were in utter darkness.\n\n“Strong senses,” Fedor said. “All senses.”\n\n“Pain?”\n\nThere was a pause, and Neil could imagine Fedor nodding, then realizing they were in utter darkness. “Da.” Now, his reaction to the threat of being shocked made sense.\n\n“Pain is nothing,” Dario said.\n\n“That’s enough,” Niel ordered.\n\nFedor grumbled something about family and using and—\n\n“Family loved Dario! Family miss Dario. Family save Dario!”\n\n“Dario still prisoner,” Fedor replied. “Family not love so much, then.”\n\n“Family save when family finds.”\n\n“How?” Niel asked. “I mean, your family has magic, and some of my friends do, too. They’re bound to have realized I’m missing at this point. How come they haven’t magicked themselves here to rescue us yet?”\n\nThomas couldn’t, even if he knew where Niel was.\n\nDario was quiet for long minutes. When he spoke, he sounded defeated. “Not know why take long.”\n\nAt least Fedor didn’t comment.\n\n* * * * *\n\n“Why did we have to come along?” the doberman whined as he entered the container. He wore a jacket, as did the Dalmatian. The container now contained a heater to fight the lowering temperatures. “Why couldn’t we have flown and picked up these guys at the other port.”\n\n“Because they need to be fed,” the Dalmatian replied.\n\n“Then why can’t we tie them up in our quarters so I don’t have to fucking walk out in the cold?”\n\n“Do you want them to be rescued?” The dalmatian snapped.\n\n“No, of course not. But we’re in the middle of nowhere. How are they—”\n\n“You have maps on the table, you have pamphlets, books. Any of them could point their rescuers to where we are heading.”\n\n“How?” the doberman snorted. “It’s not like they can send drones here to spy on us. They don’t know where we are.”\n\nThe Dalmatian muttered in German. “Of all the idiots I had to be stuck with.” He sighed and continued in English. “Magic.”\n\nThe Doberman rolled his eyes. “That’s just—”\n\n“It’s real. It’s the reason we need them.”\n\n“Fine, then how come they haven’t showed up to rescue them, since magic’s real?”\n\n“Because that isn’t how magic works. This isn’t a movie. They can’t just wave their wands and appear next to them. There’s two kinds of magic that can help them locate the kids.”\n\n“I am not a child,” Dario snapped.\n\n“One is tracking magic,” the dalmatian continued. “That would give them a direction, and a sense of distance if they’re skilled enough, but we’re moving, and I’ve taken steps to disrupt that. Two, far-sight. That’s when they use magic to see their target. But that’s limited to the target and what’s immediately around them. Hence why they are in a dark container, in the middle of yet more dark containers, and not in your room with their ass in the air for whenever you need to assert your manhood.”\n\nThe Dalmatian shoved the Doberman out of his way as he left.\n\n* * * * *\n\nNiel Figured they were approaching their destination when the argument over not engaging in sex with them anymore nearly turned violent. The doberman demanded a last go at Niel and had a hand on the dalmatian’s arm when he pulled something of a pocket that froze the doberman in place.\n\nWhen they walked away, the doberman moved stiffly. It was the last time Niel saw him.\n\nEnough time passed after that, that Niel didn’t react to the banging and groaning around them. To the sounds coming from the container, it swaying. When it banged again, the container became still, and Niel readied himself. He’d let them think he was unconscious. For them to carry him. As soon as they had him outside, he’d free himself from them and grab a phone. All he needed to do was place the call. Kuno would understand it was him, even if he couldn’t speak. His family had resources, they’d trace the call, and his friends would come to the rescue.\n\nHe waited as unfamiliar sounds came. Chains, he thought. It sounded like they were stringing them through metal loops against the container.\n\nHe pushed the questions of why out of his mind and remained alert for the doors opening, for one of them to pick him up and bring him out—\n\nThe container lurched, and he tried to grab onto something, but all he had were the chains. It lurched again. Then he bounced. They were moving, driving away. That had been a pothole. How long would this ride be? How long since he’d been fucked last? Dario said they had about a week before they died of starvation. Fedor didn’t contradict him.\n\nNiel tried to compare how he felt to what he’d experienced. The weakness had come quickly, two days at most, and he’d been in the hospital. This wasn’t quite that bad. But he was sure it had been more than two days since he’d been fucked.\n\nWas his body reacting slower to the lack of sex now that he was used to what he was? How close was he to dying?\n\nThe trailer lurched again, then was still.\n\nHe made out voices, many voices. Voices speaking German.\n\nThey were in Germany?\n\nNiel slumped, and half closed his eyes when the latch was undone. The light wasn’t as strong as he’d expected as a wolf looked in, then turned and spoke loudly. It was too quick for Niel to get all of it. Something about clothing, the public, and nethers?\n\nMaybe he should have kept with German past High school.\n\nHe made out dozens of voices, maybe more than that.\n\nShoving one person out of his way and grabbing a phone wouldn’t work anymore. He’d have to pick his moment wisely.\n\nThe wolf climbed in, along with a Pekingese and a Labrador. They wore similar clothing in dark gray with black highlights. It had enough of a military feel to it he could think of them as uniforms, and the amount of sharp angles on them made him uncomfortable, although he couldn’t put his finger on why.\n\nThe Pekingese undid his manacles, and Niel let himself fall. Complaining, he tried to pick Niel up, but even without his muscle mass, the raccoon outweighed the small man twice over. He called for assistance.\n\nDario bolted, only to be brought down by the labrador. Fedor didn’t resist. A doberman in the same uniform, not the one from the ship, climbed in and helped pull Niel up.\n\nMen moved boxes out of vans, taking them to rooms in this… warehouse? Niel couldn’t make out enough of the cavernous room with his head hanging down to tell. A detail he caught, on top of the men all wearing the same uniform, was that everyone of them was a canine. He saw women here and there, also all canines, but they were dressed more normally and seemed to be subservient.\n\nHis eyes shut fully when the nagging resolved itself into knowing. And he hated what he understood. Who these people tried to be. Canines in gray and black uniforms, keeping women around as servants, useless sharp angles.\n\nNiel had never been interested in studying them, but it was impossible to study any parts of the early twentieth century and not come across mentions of them. Fuck, only days before being kidnapped, Niel had been muzzle deep into reading about them as part of learning more about Jarod.\n\nHe, Fedor, and Dario had been kidnapped by fucking Nazis\n\nOr more likely, Neo-Nazis.\n\nHe couldn’t believe these people still existed.\n\nHe forced his mind back to where he was and cracked an eye open. Doors. He needed a door that led outside. With only moving his eyes, he saw plenty of them, but there was nothing indicating they went outside.\n\nThen he saw it, the small window in a door, nearly opaque with grime, but definitely lit by the sun on the other side.\n\nHe said a prayer to God, then to Him. He put a foot under himself and shoved his weight against the doberman, pulling the surprised pekingese off-balance. Guns were unholstered, and that spiked his adrenaline. He ran for the door.\n\nHe didn’t care about being naked and in public. Right now, being arrested for public indecency was more appealing than anything a bunch of fucking Nazis might have in mind for him.\n\nWith the door within reach, he remembered the hinges. What side were they on? The other side. Good. He readied himself to shoulder it, ignoring the yells, German and English, ordering him to stop.\n\nLike anything here could make him stop.The door opened a moment before he reached it, just enough time to switch his mindset to shouldering someone, instead of something. That he had more experience with. He impacted the man hard and bounced off him, landing on his bare ass.\n\n“What is going on?” the large husky with pale gray fur demanded, then looked down as Niel struggled to his feet.\n\nHe could still do this. It wasn’t like most quarterbacks were smaller than Niel. He feigned left and ducked right around the husky. An elbow to the back sent him face first to the concrete floor.\n\n“I do not think so,” the husky said, his accent thickening. “Too much was invested into making you.” Niel looked up at the man’s nasty grin. Then, before he could wonder what that meant, the boot landed on his face.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "That they were being smuggled somewhere on a cargo ship became clear to Niel as the sound of more containers being deposited on and around them continued for hours, fading into the distance until he wasn’t sure the wall vibrating occasionally wasn’t simply his imagination.
Fedor had whined for the first hour of it, speaking in Russian in an imploring tone.
Niel’s fear that they would be left to starve in the middle of an unreachable mountain of containers was alleviated a few hours after he no longer felt containers being placed. He was surprised at voices coming through the metal walls, then the door opening enough to let the light from an electric lantern in, along with the dalmatian.
Niel had thought their containers would be wall to wall against others, both because of how loud and close the sounds had been and how pictures of the giants ships carrying didn’t show spaces between containers. He was also surprised by how little swaying there was. Boats and water had always equated waves swaying it back and forth to his mind.
“I’ll start,” the dalmatian said to someone outside the container. “You two make sure this is secured and you can go back to our quarters.” He sucked off Fedor, then Dario, before bringing in a lounge chair and stretching out on it.
Niel tried not to let this bother him. He could come up with reasons why he was ignored. They’d mentioned Fedor had been caught a day before him, and Dario had looked weak, so they needed it more than he did. But there was the dalmatian’s overall attitude.
“What about me?” he asked, his voice echoing on the metal walls.
“What about you?” the dalmatian replied, swiping through something on his phone.
“Not going to suck me off?”
The dalmatian snorted.
“What is your fucking problem?”
Another snort.
“I’m serious. It’s not like I’ve ever met you before.”
The dalmatian glared at him. “Not met me? Considering the number of times I tried to get this started, and you just brushed me aside, don’t expect me to give you special treatment.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Not friends?” Fedor asked.
“Really?” the dalmatian said. “It’s only now sinking in?”
“You know that guy?” Niel asked.
“At school. He helps with being social, tell me about party.” He paused. “He got pretty mouth.” There was anger under the words.
“I’m fucking glad you went,” the dalmatian grumbled, focusing on his phone. “Who knows how long I’d have had to stay in that country if you two hadn’t fucked then.”
Niel opened his mouth and closed it. It wasn’t how the Dalmatian knew. If he was aware he and Fedor had been at the party, expecting that they’d had sex was a given. It was the realization that Olavo might be off the hook.
Or was he? Hadn’t he and Olavo fucked before Fedor had found him?
Not that it mattered. The damage was done, and pointing to Fedor as the one who had accidentally initiated him wouldn’t undo it.
After a few hours. The Doberman replaced the Dalmatian. He fucked Niel once they were alone. He was rough and vulgar. He’d been holding back when he’d joined him and Erwin. He played alpha to a level that had to qualify as toxic. When he was done, he stretch on the lounge chair with a satisfied sigh, and only moved from there to fuck Fedor, and later, Dario.
The doberman’s replacement wasn’t the wolf, as Niel had expected, but a collie. He’d glanced at them as he took the lounge chair outside the container along with the lamp. He closed and latched the door.
When the door opened again, the dalmatian brought the chair and lamp in, sucked off Fedor and Dario, and went back to watching something on his phone.
This became the routine.
Three shifts had to mean they were eight hours each. Since the collie was the only time they were left unsupervised, they used that time to plan. That ended up being limited to agreeing to sleep after the blowjobs, since the doberman might fuck one of them multiple times during his watch.
With little to talk about, after going over how each had been captured again, looking for any details that might explain why them, Dario and Fedor started arguing. Most of it was in English, as it was the only language the two had in common, so Niel learned that family was quite important not only for Dario personally, but for the whole of the Cuevets. He took Fedor’s quest to break away from his own family personally. Fedor, in return, had little good to say about the capybara’s blind devotion to people who cared more about goals than the family members’ wellbeing.
On the fifth day, as Dario started laying into the Pallas cat again, Niel asked. “How was the wolf able to kidnap you?”
“I went to Beanos Aires with father and—”
“You said that. I mean, me and Fedor were knocked out. But you’re indestructible, right? You don’t feel pain, so how did he knock you out?”
“I know pain,” Dario said, sounding annoyed. “But there was no knocking. He placed his arm around my throat and squeezed.”
“Weak,” Fedor mumbled.
“Not weak,” Dario replied. “Strength is not Cuevet power. But not weak. Wolf stronger. How you made unconscious, Spot kiss back of neck?”
“Hit,” Fedor protested, “hard.”
Dario snorted. “Caressed.”
“What are you talking about?” Niel asked.
“Shevet sensitive.”
“What does he mean?” Niel asked when all looking in the Pallas cat’s direction did was remind him they were in utter darkness.
“Strong senses,” Fedor said. “All senses.”
“Pain?”
There was a pause, and Neil could imagine Fedor nodding, then realizing they were in utter darkness. “Da.” Now, his reaction to the threat of being shocked made sense.
“Pain is nothing,” Dario said.
“That’s enough,” Niel ordered.
Fedor grumbled something about family and using and—
“Family loved Dario! Family miss Dario. Family save Dario!”
“Dario still prisoner,” Fedor replied. “Family not love so much, then.”
“Family save when family finds.”
“How?” Niel asked. “I mean, your family has magic, and some of my friends do, too. They’re bound to have realized I’m missing at this point. How come they haven’t magicked themselves here to rescue us yet?”
Thomas couldn’t, even if he knew where Niel was.
Dario was quiet for long minutes. When he spoke, he sounded defeated. “Not know why take long.”
At least Fedor didn’t comment.
* * * * *
“Why did we have to come along?” the doberman whined as he entered the container. He wore a jacket, as did the Dalmatian. The container now contained a heater to fight the lowering temperatures. “Why couldn’t we have flown and picked up these guys at the other port.”
“Because they need to be fed,” the Dalmatian replied.
“Then why can’t we tie them up in our quarters so I don’t have to fucking walk out in the cold?”
“Do you want them to be rescued?” The dalmatian snapped.
“No, of course not. But we’re in the middle of nowhere. How are they—”
“You have maps on the table, you have pamphlets, books. Any of them could point their rescuers to where we are heading.”
“How?” the doberman snorted. “It’s not like they can send drones here to spy on us. They don’t know where we are.”
The Dalmatian muttered in German. “Of all the idiots I had to be stuck with.” He sighed and continued in English. “Magic.”
The Doberman rolled his eyes. “That’s just—”
“It’s real. It’s the reason we need them.”
“Fine, then how come they haven’t showed up to rescue them, since magic’s real?”
“Because that isn’t how magic works. This isn’t a movie. They can’t just wave their wands and appear next to them. There’s two kinds of magic that can help them locate the kids.”
“I am not a child,” Dario snapped.
“One is tracking magic,” the dalmatian continued. “That would give them a direction, and a sense of distance if they’re skilled enough, but we’re moving, and I’ve taken steps to disrupt that. Two, far-sight. That’s when they use magic to see their target. But that’s limited to the target and what’s immediately around them. Hence why they are in a dark container, in the middle of yet more dark containers, and not in your room with their ass in the air for whenever you need to assert your manhood.”
The Dalmatian shoved the Doberman out of his way as he left.
* * * * *
Niel Figured they were approaching their destination when the argument over not engaging in sex with them anymore nearly turned violent. The doberman demanded a last go at Niel and had a hand on the dalmatian’s arm when he pulled something of a pocket that froze the doberman in place.
When they walked away, the doberman moved stiffly. It was the last time Niel saw him.
Enough time passed after that, that Niel didn’t react to the banging and groaning around them. To the sounds coming from the container, it swaying. When it banged again, the container became still, and Niel readied himself. He’d let them think he was unconscious. For them to carry him. As soon as they had him outside, he’d free himself from them and grab a phone. All he needed to do was place the call. Kuno would understand it was him, even if he couldn’t speak. His family had resources, they’d trace the call, and his friends would come to the rescue.
He waited as unfamiliar sounds came. Chains, he thought. It sounded like they were stringing them through metal loops against the container.
He pushed the questions of why out of his mind and remained alert for the doors opening, for one of them to pick him up and bring him out—
The container lurched, and he tried to grab onto something, but all he had were the chains. It lurched again. Then he bounced. They were moving, driving away. That had been a pothole. How long would this ride be? How long since he’d been fucked last? Dario said they had about a week before they died of starvation. Fedor didn’t contradict him.
Niel tried to compare how he felt to what he’d experienced. The weakness had come quickly, two days at most, and he’d been in the hospital. This wasn’t quite that bad. But he was sure it had been more than two days since he’d been fucked.
Was his body reacting slower to the lack of sex now that he was used to what he was? How close was he to dying?
The trailer lurched again, then was still.
He made out voices, many voices. Voices speaking German.
They were in Germany?
Niel slumped, and half closed his eyes when the latch was undone. The light wasn’t as strong as he’d expected as a wolf looked in, then turned and spoke loudly. It was too quick for Niel to get all of it. Something about clothing, the public, and nethers?
Maybe he should have kept with German past High school.
He made out dozens of voices, maybe more than that.
Shoving one person out of his way and grabbing a phone wouldn’t work anymore. He’d have to pick his moment wisely.
The wolf climbed in, along with a Pekingese and a Labrador. They wore similar clothing in dark gray with black highlights. It had enough of a military feel to it he could think of them as uniforms, and the amount of sharp angles on them made him uncomfortable, although he couldn’t put his finger on why.
The Pekingese undid his manacles, and Niel let himself fall. Complaining, he tried to pick Niel up, but even without his muscle mass, the raccoon outweighed the small man twice over. He called for assistance.
Dario bolted, only to be brought down by the labrador. Fedor didn’t resist. A doberman in the same uniform, not the one from the ship, climbed in and helped pull Niel up.
Men moved boxes out of vans, taking them to rooms in this… warehouse? Niel couldn’t make out enough of the cavernous room with his head hanging down to tell. A detail he caught, on top of the men all wearing the same uniform, was that everyone of them was a canine. He saw women here and there, also all canines, but they were dressed more normally and seemed to be subservient.
His eyes shut fully when the nagging resolved itself into knowing. And he hated what he understood. Who these people tried to be. Canines in gray and black uniforms, keeping women around as servants, useless sharp angles.
Niel had never been interested in studying them, but it was impossible to study any parts of the early twentieth century and not come across mentions of them. Fuck, only days before being kidnapped, Niel had been muzzle deep into reading about them as part of learning more about Jarod.
He, Fedor, and Dario had been kidnapped by fucking Nazis
Or more likely, Neo-Nazis.
He couldn’t believe these people still existed.
He forced his mind back to where he was and cracked an eye open. Doors. He needed a door that led outside. With only moving his eyes, he saw plenty of them, but there was nothing indicating they went outside.
Then he saw it, the small window in a door, nearly opaque with grime, but definitely lit by the sun on the other side.
He said a prayer to God, then to Him. He put a foot under himself and shoved his weight against the doberman, pulling the surprised pekingese off-balance. Guns were unholstered, and that spiked his adrenaline. He ran for the door.
He didn’t care about being naked and in public. Right now, being arrested for public indecency was more appealing than anything a bunch of fucking Nazis might have in mind for him.
With the door within reach, he remembered the hinges. What side were they on? The other side. Good. He readied himself to shoulder it, ignoring the yells, German and English, ordering him to stop.
Like anything here could make him stop.The door opened a moment before he reached it, just enough time to switch his mindset to shouldering someone, instead of something. That he had more experience with. He impacted the man hard and bounced off him, landing on his bare ass.
“What is going on?” the large husky with pale gray fur demanded, then looked down as Niel struggled to his feet.
He could still do this. It wasn’t like most quarterbacks were smaller than Niel. He feigned left and ducked right around the husky. An elbow to the back sent him face first to the concrete floor.
“I do not think so,” the husky said, his accent thickening. “Too much was invested into making you.” Niel looked up at the man’s nasty grin. Then, before he could wonder what that meant, the boot landed on his face.",
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