Hey again!
I had another fantasy that demanded to be written, so I’ve been spending the past few hours on that.
As always, please let me know your thoughts!
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“Alright, listen.” Spike massaged the bridge of his nose. The lights were too damn bright, and he had been at this for hours. He was tired, and these two dipshits just didn’t want to listen to him. “I was there, but I wasn’t THERE”
“Oh, bravo, very convincing.” The security officer, smaller of the two, who had very obviously been playing ‘bad cop’, gave in quick retort.
Spike smacked the table, his voice raising sharply “IT’S TRUE” He was so done with this. “I heard something happening, and came to see what was going on, but I didn’t DO anything! I wasn’t with them!”
The bigger of the two chimed in. He let his partner do most of the talking, but when he spoke, Spike felt like he might be making progress. “So take us through it one more time, we’re listening” he turned to his partner “We *are* listening, right?”
The smaller one sighed and relaxed his posture “Yes. We are.” He seemed hurt to have to pull back but knew when to give his partner some space.
“Good. So. Lets just start from the top, last time, lets go slowly. Where were you around 11:30 last night?”
Spike sighed and put his head in his hand. This would be the 4th time now. He didn’t know how many times he could say the same thing over again. He leaned back and took a look at the two of them.
Neither of them had given him their names. When he pressed them on it, the bigger one had just told him “Let’s just say both our names are Joe.” It was enough for him to know he’d never get them. He’d been calling them Little Joe and Big Joe in his head.
Little Joe was pretty high energy and quick to dig in wherever he could. He also was pretty fast. Spike was only brought in because Little Joe was able to catch up and tackle him to the ground before he had a chance to get away. He could hear a rush of thrill in Little Joe’s voice when he called out to his partner, he definitely loved what he did, despite how on edge he seemed to be all the time.
Spike would have been most worried about Little Joe if it weren’t for Big Joe. Something about him was unnerving. He was very calm, and spent his time staring intently and listening closely. His gaze never slipped, and when he spoke, Little Joe always seemed to listen. While Big Joe was staring at him, Spike felt naked. He became intensely self-conscious and worried that every little involuntary twitch would give something away that he didn’t want known. He seemed practically psychic sometimes.
SO WHY WAS HE STILL HERE!?
Spike took a deep breath “I was getting out of a bar just down the street from where it happened”
“Did you get out at exactly 11:30?” Big Joe asked
“I don’t know. Probably a little after. I checked the time a little after 11 and noticed it was getting late, so I finished my drink and decided to head home.”
“So why didn’t you head home?” Little Joe chimed in
His heartrate spiked “I just felt like taking a walk is all. It was a nice night, and I wanted to get some air.”
“It was raining last night.” Little Joe again, leaning forward.
Spike felt a rush of anger “So? I like the rain. It was a nice cool night, and the rain had died down. Is that my crime? Liking the cool breeze?”
Little Joe sat back once more, Big Joe took the conversation back “So, you were out enjoying the cool breeze. Where did you go?”
Spike calmed down a bit and refocused on his recollection. “I decided to head down Fillian instead of going straight home”.
“I’ve been down that street, you’ve been down there too, right?” Big Joe had turned to Little Joe
“Oh yeah, you know what’s down there?” Little Joe asked back, clearly putting on a show. Spike wish they’d just get to the point”
“No, what’s that?”
“They’ve got a brothel down there.” Little Joe grinned as he turned back to Spike “I’ve seen your type in and out of there so much. Seems special.”
Spike couldn’t fully cover his cheeks from going slightly red, but he was quick to spit venom back, and his hand clenched into a fist. “My type? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“So you admit it then!” Little Joe loved the rush of digging into the suspects. He had all the power, he just needed them to slip up, and loved so much when they did.
“NO! I didn’t go there!”
“Ah-hahh, so you at least know what I’m talking about”
“Fuck sakes.” Spike grit his teeth. He could deck this guy right here and now, but there’d be no way to get out. “I just went down there to get to the park. I was going to walk through it on the way home.
Big Joe saw Little Joe about to dig in again and quickly held his hand up. He shifted in his seat and leaned forward towards Spike, who relaxed his fist and gave Big Joe his attention as he spoke. “Okay. Okay. So you were heading to the park.” Again, he held his hand up towards Little Joe, without looking at him, knowing he was about to say something. “You obviously didn’t make it there. What stopped you?”
“This is when I heard them breaking in”
“You heard a break-in?”
“I heard glass smashing. I went to check it out.”
Big Joe seemed to give an approving nod, it made Spike a little hopeful, maybe he was getting through. “You heard glass smashing, thought there was a break in, and decided to go check it out? That’s awfully brave.”
Spike didn’t know what to say. He awkwardly stared away before just continuing his retelling. “I just wanted to see what was going on. It could have been anything.”
“So what happened when you checked out the sound?”
“Well, that’s when you guys showed up. Whoever broke into that store was already inside when I got in. I was just taking at look at the broken window when your van started barreling down the street.”
“So you got there, started to look in, and then we showed up.”
“Yeah, you freaked me out at first. I thought you were just some crazy street racer, but then the two of you popped out and started pointing stun guns at me. I had no idea what was going on, it was too dark and you didn’t have sirens or anything, so I bolted.”
Little Joe couldn’t help but get a comment in “Not very fast.” He had the stupidest fucking punchable grin on his face.
“Fuck you.” Spike shot back. His heart continued to pump quickly, he felt ready to fight, but couldn’t get rid of the red on his cheeks as he recalled the capture. If Big Joe hadn’t showed up, he had no idea what would have happened to him.
“And then here we are.” Big Joe took control of the questioning. “We took you in and that was it. We never found anyone else.”
“They had to have gotten away in the noise.” Spike knew it didn’t look good for him, but he was just trying to help.
“You know it’s a ‘they’?”
“No, of course not, that’s just a thing to say. I don’t know who or how many people were there, I didn’t get a chance to actually see what was happening.”
“Can we go back to the brothel?”
“God fucking damnit!” Spike was done, he smacked his hands on the table and put his head down in defeat.
Big Joe decided to call it quits for now. “Okay. Okay. Fine. We’ll go, give you some time. Here.” He reached into his bag and grabbed a bottle of water, set it on the table, and then got up. “Let us know when you feel like restarting.”
“I didn’t do anything!” Spike groaned into the room as the pair got up and headed out. The heavy door shut behind them and they left to who knows where.
“Fuck! God damnit!” he rubbed his head with his hands and got up, kicking the chair to the side. He paced around the room, just burning off nervous energy. He tried the door, it was locked. Obviously. Damnit. God damnit.
The room was plain and boring. Each wall was solid white panelling with nothing to show except a few indents here and there along the corners of the room, probably for cameras. It was just him and silence in here.
Why the brothel, why did it matter? He wasn’t doing anything wrong! He’d never do another good deed as long as he lived if this was going to happen.
He just didn’t want to talk about it. Yes, he was there and not in the bar. Everything else was true! It didn’t matter, they didn’t need to know. ESPECIALLY Little Joe. Fuck the two of them!
He sighed. He took his jacket off. He was probably going to be here for a long time, there was no point in wearing it. Spike was a runner and spent a lot of his time out on the streets. He needed to make a lot of deliveries, some not so legal, and so it was crucial for him to be able to get away when he needed. However, running was about all he did, and as a result, he wasn’t very imposing. The heavy leather jacket made him look bigger, and did a lot for his outward image. At least he thought it did. Without it, he was quite lithe and toned.
He was fast, but Little Joe was something else. That night, he was like a wolf, tearing behind him as soon as he made his break. He was able to keep the chase up for a bit, but got caught on a fence around the corner from where he started running.
Seconds after pulling him off the fence and tossing him down to his back, Little Joe was ontop of his chest, weighing down his arms and reaching for cuffs. His gaze was intense, and Spike swore he heart his racing heartbeat in his voice “Ha-ha! Got you, punk!” The rubber and metal was forced around each wrist, and locked in place, with his hands behind his back, flat on the ground, supporting his back.
As soon as his hands were bound, Little Joe shifted back, sitting just below Spike’s stomach. He looked down at him, grinning wide, heat obviously reaching his face. It was hard not to tell, even in the dark.
Little Joe leaned down, right into Spike’s ear and spoke, in a rather loud and breathy whisper. “What’s a cutie like you doing breaking into that place?”
Spike couldn’t help but blush at the sudden come-on. It caught him completely off guard. He was stunned, looking up at his captor. The whole situation was weird, and he was still in shock. “I didn’t-ah!” He could feel the weight shift lower, the security person straddling his crotch now. He had felt a hardness, and couldn’t stop his own.
“Hey! Did you get him?” Another voice had come from the end of the alley. Little Joe shifted his weight up, moving to stand over him, picking Spike up off the ground, grabbing his wrists by the cuffs. “Yep!”
He got behind him and started walking him forward. Again, the voice was directly in his ear “You should have gotten further.” Spike couldn’t help but gasp as the man bit the tip of his ear. What the hell just happened?
He was brought back and tossed into the back of their van. The pair drove around the block for a bit, trying to find others, but then finding nothing, they had brought him back to wherever this was. On the way, they had explained that they were undercover at the moment, and had been staking out the street for a while, when they heard the break in, they came to see what was going on.
And now he was here. Wasting his damn time. If he had just been able to get away, he could be back home asleep already. Why wasn’t he able to escape? His capture had gone down almost exactly like one of his fantasies. He was so used to be able to out-run everyone, it was so rare that he wasn’t actually in control. To be so…taken, so quickly…by someone so…unbound. It made him scared, but also made him shiver. There’s no way he let himself get caught…but that made it even more thrilling. He was caught in his own head. And he swore Little Joe knew! Something about the way he spoke made him lose control.
Fuck! He was off-topic. He tossed his jacket onto the table, having calmed down a bit from earlier. Underneath the jacket, he just wore a grey tanktop. Something light when he really needed it, but it showed off quite a bit of skin, and wasn’t the thickest fabric. He pushed the chair back into place and laid his head down on the table. A few moments of nothing later and he sat up. He eyed the water bottle and reached out. He did need a drink, it had been a while. He unscrewed the lid and downed half the bottle immediately. It definitely helped. He had a pulsing headache, and though it felt like it went away quickly after drinking, the pulsing sensation was still there.
He focused on it a bit, there was some low humming coming from somewhere. Must be some machinery or something somewhere, but he hadn’t noticed it until now. It was just outside of his normal hearing range. Great, one more thing to make this unbearable. He leaned back into the chair, staring up at the ceiling.
The room’s lighting shifted a bit. The white panelling dimming and taking on a dark pink hue. At the far end of the room, the flat wall started to act like a screen, concentric circles slowly pushing from the sides towards the center, over and over. He looked around at the change, it seemed that every wall functioned like this, each new circle coming from behind him, travelling forward across the length of the room room, encircling the entire room, on each of the walls, and the floor now too, coming to an end directly across from him.
“What the hell is this?” he stood up. Walking over to the end where the circles disappeared. He looked back at his seat, the wall behind him was the same way. He watched as the circle started from just behind where he was sitting, growing out along the back wall, spreading to the ceiling, walls, and floor and travelling over to where he was standing, where they then shrunk and disappeared into the center.
“Hey! What’s up with this?” He headed over to the door, banging on it, trying to get the Joes’ attention.
“Hey!”
There was no response. “Is this supposed to be some kind of trick? Do you really think that’s going to make me talk, this isn’t some kind of TV show. This is pathetic! You know you’re just wasting my time! Does this work on anyone?” he laughed out loud, not sure where they could hear from, but he knew they had to be listening still.
“Your dumbass spiral isn’t going to do anything, you’ve got nothing on me, just fucking let me go!” He banged on the door a couple more times and then gave up, heading back to his seat. He watched as the circles pulsed over him and disappeared once again. Over and over it repeated. He sighed and put his head back down, covering his face and making a pillow with his arms.
“Just let me go home damnit…”
With his head covered, he could hear the pulsing again. A slow *wub…wub….wub…wub…* reverberating against his ear drums. He pushed his head further into his arms, trying to cover his ears.
*wub….wub….wub….wub….*
He couldn’t get rid of it, it’s like it travelled through his arms. He just tried to ignore it. He could wait them out, they’d have to get bored eventually.
“wub…wub….wub….wub….”
It was going the same rate as the circles. He has picturing them from under the arms, each “wub…” syncing up with one of the circles leaving his side of the room and with another disappearing at the other end.
His breathing slowed a bit as he rested. He focused on the sensations of his arms, gently rubbing his fingertips together, trying to feel the air in the room. It felt a little stale. There was no active ventilation in the room, almost definitely by design. The air was still and the room was hot. He lifted his head.
His heart skipped a beat as his eyes refocused on the wall infront of him. Nothing changed, but it was a lot more apparent now that he had calmed down. His gaze followed along as one of the circles spread from him out to the other side. As it disappeared into the center, he felt his focus pop back.
Again, he watched another, following it along and watching it disappear.
“This is so damn boring. Look, come on, at least come back and talk to me. This is just weird! Who does this? What kind of police are you?”
Just then, it dawned on him that he might not actually be dealing with the police. The van they used was unmarked, they said they were undercover, but why would an undercover team risk blowing their cover for a minor break-in?
He thought back to when Little Joe was ontop of him. He wore a tactical vest, but he didn’t’ remember seeing anything identifying on it. Not to mention his weird behavior.
His heart **dropped**. Something was really wrong with this situation. He stood up, pacing around the room again. Did he really fuck up and get himself caught? Who could they be? Had he been in their sights for a while? It was always a risk with being a runner, sooner or later, someone is bound to stop the courier to fuck with their rivals.
Shit shit shit! His heart raced, and he tried to look for a way out. Once again, he tried the handle to the door, really trying to force it this time. Still nothing. He reached for the chair and smashed it against the door, trying to break off the handle. All it did was bounce back, barely even leaving a dent. Again, and again, still nothing. He tossed it back.
Damnit, he was trapped, there was no way out. “Okay! Fine! I’ll talk about whatever you want. Just shut this weird crap off and come back!” If he could get them back and time it right, maybe he’d be able to get out into the hallway. From there he had no idea, but he couldn’t stay here.
He got back into the chair and waited for them to come back to the room. Spike swore that the room had gotten darker since it changed. The circles were more pronounced now, dark black contrasting against the pink. His gazed remained on it as he waited.
*wub…wub…wub…wub…* the sound was back in focus again. Each pulse, each “wub”, dragging his gaze along to the center. One…two…three…four…He took a deep breath, focusing on his escape plan. As soon as they came through, he would make a break for it.
One…two….three….four….five…six….
They hadn’t come yet. He looked up at what he hoped were cameras “Hey! I said I’m ready to talk, you win!”
He tried to listen to footsteps, but the only thing available to him…
*wub…wub….wub….wub…wub…*
His posture slumped a bit in his seat. They weren’t coming back for him. What the hell. He was ready to talk about the brothel, for whatever reason. He would even talk a bit about his last jobs, if only to see what they were interested in.
But…no one came. It was just him, and the room, the sound, and the circles. He couldn’t help but panic a bit. His mind raced as it set in how screwed he was. And Little Joe too, that became way more dangerous. His body flushed with heat, made worse by the heat of the room. He flapped his tanktop, trying to force some air movement.
***wub…wub…wub…wub…wub…wub…***
The sound had changed a bit, he felt it pick up in pace, syncing up with his heartbeat. The sound also seemed to pick up in volume. He felt the subtle reverberation through his body, in time with his heartbeat. It took him a bit to realize that while focusing on his heart, he had been staring directly at the center of the wall across from him.
***wub…wub…wub…wub…wub…wub…***
He could feel himself start to heat up, more than just body heat. He kept thinking back to the pair of them, their demeanor, their actions. He could feel himself start to get hard again. What the fuck was he thinking? He couldn’t help it, he often fantasized about getting caught. So many times had he had fun with his chasers, slowing down, flipping them off, laughing in their face as he kept out of their way.
Actually being overpowered was something so rare, but….it really turned him on. And this dumbass spiral thing wasn’t helping. There’s no way it would work, but it felt strange. The way the room was set up, the way the circles spread out from behind him, the sound running through his body, it just felt….weird…..he felt like some essence was being tugged from his body with each circle.
The way they travelled across and out infront of his gaze, sinking into the wall, disappearing down….down….down….down…down…
***wub…wub….wub…wub…wub…***
His erection started to press against his pants. He wore a rather heavy set of cargo pants that day, held up by a belt. Not his usual style, they were too heavy, but his date….not date….the person he was meeting, had mentioned liking them. His mind snapped back to Little Joe. He was very predatory, Spike felt claimed when he was pinned down. He felt like he was being dared to run again.
***wub…wub…wub…wub…wub…wub…***
Harder still, he could feel his underwear dragging against his dick. “Fuck…” His gaze dropped to the table for a moment, and his breathing became laboured. He sat back up straight, trying to adjust his crotch, subtle movement on his belt buckle to loosen it slightly and give himself some room. He felt it move free again, no longer agonizingly twitching against the fabric, but the erection didn’t go away.
***wub…wub…wub…wub…wub…wub…wub….wub…wub…***
He needed to take his mind away….er…he needed to take his mind off it. He reached for the bottle again, drinking down the rest of it. It didn’t help his heat much. He put it back onto the table. It was then that he noticed a residue on the inside at the bottom. “Drugged?” he asked outloud, to no one really, to himself…
***wub…wub….wub…wub…wub…wub..wub..wub…wub…***
He had screwed up again. It was already too late, he hadn’t realized until he already started drinking. It explained his behavior. Something to loosen him up maybe, get him to talk easier. Damnit! Damn this place! Damn Little Joe and Big Joe. Fucking fuck!
He tossed the bottle at the other side of the room.
It was definitely getting darker. The black had become more pronounced, and the pink had become saturated, but the rest of the lighting in the room fell away. It made it hard not to focus on the shapes. They were the only things that stood out.
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He let out a soft groan as his bodied pulsed along with the sounds and shapes. Something was definitely happening to him. He felt light…his gaze was becoming cemented on the center across the room.
“N..no…let me…out..”
Again, he groaned, and his body tensed. His cock was more than a little erect now, it pulsed along with his heartbeat and strained into his clothing. He couldn’t help it. His feelings were starting to get the best of him. He wanted to get up again, pace around the room, scream and smash things, but his legs felt like lead. His posture slumped again as he gazed at the…the…wall drain…That’s what it felt like, like he was being drained. Each pulse from his body out towards the other side of the room taking a little more of his fight, making him a little more spacey.
“HHnn…” he sighed. Trying to pull himself away, but he couldn’t move much. His head tilted to the side, half-hearted attempt to pull away, but it lay like that for a little too long. His breathing had picked up the pace, along with his heartbeat. Whatever this was was getting to him, he felt himself lose control more and more. Every *wub* sending his focus away a bit more and more, and made his arousal more and more unbearable until it was practically screaming at him.
He shuddered, clenching his core over and over as he was suddenly overwhelmed. “Ggghh-aahhhh!—Aaaahhh..ff-ffuck!…Hhaaahhh!”. Underneath his underwear his cock was spasming, spurt after spurt of hot cum releasing into his clothes as he came hard, harder than he had ever cum. It was tugged out of him, rhythmically, each circle coaxing another spasm from him.
He blanked out, leaning back into the chair, eyes glazed over, staring straight into the center of the wall, occasionally twitching a little more. His pants had slumped off his hips slightly, and there was a very obvious dark spot on his otherwise grey boxer-briefs. He groaned out weakly into the still air of the room and went blank.
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***Creak***
The door opened. The display suddenly shut off. Spike snapped out of it and looked at the pair of them, still beyond drained and fuzzy. He had no idea how long it had been, it felt like his orgasm had gone on forever.
Both of them were grinning now. Little Joe with his trademark intense predator’s eye, and Big Joe with his detached, soul-piercing gaze.
“Let’s talk about the brothel.”
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