Hunter and Prey
Shoes shuffling across the room and the sound of books opening filled the large lecture hall. Mick stared at the large blackboard watching his fellow classmates quickly enter finding the best spots before class began. Behind him a hand reach out aggressively roughing up his hair fluffing it up.
“Hey, mighty mouse!” Mick ducted his head down trying to fix his long curly strawberry blonde hair. “Fuck off DUDE!” His train of thought now derailed. “Hey man take it easy just messing with you.” “Yeah, whatever, JERRY.” Mick replied with a mocking tone. Jerry sat down next to Mick setting his bag down pulling his laptop out to prepare for class. “So, what are you doing after class today?” Jerry asked. “Nothing much, probably just work on my presentation for Macro Economics cause its due next week. What about you?” Mick asked while still staring at the blackboard. “Just Track practice, then I might head to town to see my girlfriend. You know, oh wait. Maybe you don’t…Ha.” Jerry chuckled. “Did you finish your project already?” “Nah, I’ll do it later. Unlike your virgin ass I have some pussy to chase and FUCK, mighty mouse.” Jerry said with a smug grin, pumping is hips humping the air. “Dude, stop calling me that shit. The last thing I need is for that nickname to stick in my first year of college.” Mick glanced over at Jerry as he was on his computer. His biceps bulged out, his sleeveless compression shirt that hugged his body closely showing his toned abs and pecs. Mick was always jealous of him. Standing at 4’11 he was tiny compared to Jerry. Mick’s face grew red as he stared at his chiseled face and golden-brown hair that was smushed under his backward facing baseball cap. Looking down at his own body. He was scrawny and thin with little to no body hair. A dark cloud was above his head as he sulked in his seat hoping that maybe he would still grow beyond his small frame.
“Listen, don’t beat yourself up. Come with me this weekend and I’ll introduce you to some of Becca’s friends, its about time you lose your V-Card yah dork.” Jerry looked at Mick with both concern and pity. “That’s cool man, preciate it but think I’ll just work on my presentation.” Mick mumbled under his breath. “Alright man, suit yourself. Let me know if you change your mind.” Jerry sighed.
“ALRIGHT CLASS! Lets settle in and get things started.” The professor shouted at the class. Everyone sat down.
Watching the clock above the backboard was torture, Mick had already reviewed the material and knew everything covered during the lecture. Despite his lack of masculinity, he was grateful that he was at least given book smarts. He glanced over at Jerry who was struggling to keep up with his notes and the professor. He smirked, happy that at least there was something that he excelled in.
“Now that about wraps this class up, remember that next weekend we have a big project coming up that will reflect 40% of your first quarter grade. DO NOT WAIT TILL THE LAST-MINUTE PEOPLE!” The class nodded and began to pack up. “Oh, Mick and Jerry please come to my office after class.” The professor concluded.
“Fuck, what did I do now.” Jerry mumbled, worried about what the professor was going to say. Mick was confused and concerned about why he was being called. Leaving the lecture hall, Jerry caught up with Mick and threw his arm around his shoulders. “Guess we’re in some shit now, huh?” “Yeah, maybe you, bet you didn’t turn in last weeks assignments in.” Mick answered. The musk from his pits surrounded him as his face was getting red again. “Shit, you getting turned on squirt?” Jerry teased. “Fuck you man, you just smell like shit that’s all.” Jerry lifted his arm and took a deep breath savoring his own aroma. “Too bad, I think I smell great. That’s why I don’t wear deodorant.” Jerry chuckled. Mick reached the front office door and opened it.
“Ah gentlemen, please come in.” the professor waved them in. “please take a seat.” Both set their bags down and took a seat facing the professor. “Now, Gerald. The reason I bought you in is because you haven’t turned in your work from last week and I am concerned about the progress you have been making this quarter. Next week is the big presentation I hope you’re ready.” Jerry’s face turned bright pink. Mick struggled not to laugh. “HA! I fucking knew it!” Mick thought to himself. “Sorry Sir, I promise that I will have my late work in next week before the presentation.” Jerry mumbled through his apology. “Alright I am going to hold you to it young man.” Replied the professor. “Now, you Michael. You have been excelling through the course, and I am happy to say that you are first in my class so far. Because of this I want you to help out Gerald and get him back on track. I know you two are roommates so hopefully you will get him back on track.” Jerry had his head down too embarrassed to look up. Mick smiled “Yeah always happy to help.” Holding back his laughter. “Glad to hear it, Michael.” responded the professor. “Also, I know that this is a bit far in the future, but I was asked by a friend to recommend some of my students for a summer internship with his company. I took the liberty and pleasure to recommend you, Michael.” The professor looked at Mick with pride and joy. “Woah really!? Who is it with?” asked Mick. “His name is Duke Machiavelli.” Replied the professor. “NO WAY! The Duke Machiavelli!” Mick almost jumped out of his seat. “Yup the very one.” Jerry interjected. “Wait who is he?” The professor’s face soured in disappointment. “Gerald. You are in a business degree. You should know who he is. Duke owns and runs a large bank company out here in the East coast.” Jerry’s face turned bright pink again. “Thank you so much, I will accept thank you again Professor.” Mick filled with glee. “Outstanding.” The professor smiled and extended his arm out with a business card in hand. “Now, there are some other things that need to be addressed first. You will need to meet with one of his interviewers Downtown later this evening for a formal interview. The time and place are on the card. Don’t disappoint me now.” Mick took the card and smiled. “I will make you proud! Thank you for the opportunity!” “Very well, you two are dismissed. Best of luck.”
Mick rushed around his dorm putting on his best suit and tie, looking into his standing mirror making sure he looked his best. “Jesus dude, you look like you’re going to your bar mitzvah in that.” Jerry joked. “Jealous is an ugly color on you man. Don’t hate just cause I have this great opportunity.” Mick snapped. “Listen its just an interview not like your landing a job.” Jerry huffed. “Yeah, but this could lead to a great chance at a great job. I hear that they pay well, and it’ll be awesome to have something lined up after school.” Mick responded. “What about school, you said you’d help me.” Jerry asked. “My notes and presentation are on my desk you can get started on them when I am gone and I promise to help when I get back.” “Yeah whatever man. Listen, I am still planning to head to the city after practice. We’ve been friends since elementary school so you can still come with to get some PUS-SAY.” Jerry chuckled. “Dude, you heard the professor you need to focus on your late work and presentation.” Mick tied his tie and put on his dress shoes. “Just wait for me to come back and I’ll help you pass the class, man.” “Sure” Jerry responded sarcastically. “When you get “back”.” “Alright I am heading out running late. See you later.” Mick rushed out the door with the business card in hand. “Yeah. Later. Friend.” Jerry replied, staring at the blank white ceiling of his dorm. He laid on his bed tossing a ball. “Fuck this.”
Mick arrived at his destination with a few minutes to spare. It was a large corporate office, butterflies in his stomach began to make him feel anxious, nervous about this interview. As he entered the building he was greeted by a tall thin businessman, he was well dressed and had perfectly parted hair. “Ah, you must be Michael. Am I correct?” Asked the tall man. “Oh, uh, yeah. My name is Michael. Nice to meet you, Aaron?” Mick replied, looking down at the business card reading the name. “Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you. My apologies but it seems that our reserved room was occupied, and I thought that I’d try to catch you in the lobby before our meeting.” Aaron responded. “That’s alright, we can do it here if that’s alright?” “Ha, well that is very considerate of you, but it would be inappropriate for such a formal interview. I have already set a new place aside and have a limo outside to take you there.” “Oh wow, a limo! Wait are you not joining?” asked Mick. “Unfortunately, I will not be able to join but not to worry you will be interviewed by a very special guest.” Aaron smiled and pointed outside. Both men exited the building and made way to a large stretched out limo. As they approached the car, the door was opened as a large heavy-set man stepped out. Mick was in awe as he recognized him as Duke himself. “Well well well, if it isn’t Michael. It is a pleasure to meet you in person after I heard so much from your professor. My name is Duke Machiavelli.” Mick’s eyes widen with disbelief. “Thank you so much for this opportunity I will make you proud, Sir.” Mick responded. “I am sure you will, please enter and we can get started.” Duke chuckled, leading the way inside. Mick entered the car and slid over the opposite side of the car. Duke entered next to him. The size different between the two men were more than noticeable. Mick was tiny compared to him. Duke instructed the driver to go and turned to Mick, leaning his head in his hand across the headrest staring at Mick. “So here we are. Tell me about yourself, Mick?” Mick blushed red as he looked up at Duke’s face. He was well put together, shaved face, large jawline, groomed hair and sharp suit. “You kinda remind me of John Goodman, Sir.” Mick spoke. “Fuck why was that the first thing I said!” Mick thought, blushing even harder. “HA!” Duke let out a large bellowing laugh that shook the car. “Yeah, I have gotten that before.” Duke chuckled. Mick was taken away at how attracted he was to Duke. His cock started to get hard in his dress pants. “Oh, um, I have always been passionate about business and decided to pursue it as a career, so I started my path with a Bachelors Sir.” Mick answered. “Very nice, that is amazing. From what I heard you made some great progress with your classes and were recommend for our summer internship.” “Well, I try my best Sir.” Mick answered, flustered. “You seem nervous, don’t be, here have a drink.” Duke offered. “Oh no thank you.” Mick replied. Duke grabbed a glass and poured scotch taking a large swig. “My, may I say you look better in person then in your picture.” Duke complimented. “Thank you, Sir.” Mick answered nervously. “What a weird thing to say.” Mick thought to himself. “Of course, boy.” Duke smiled and took another drink. “Wait, when did you see a picture of me?” Mick asked curiously. “Oh, uh maybe I misspoke.” Duke chuckled nervously. Mick started to get uncomfortable. “Where are we heading?” asked Mick. “We are going back to my hotel room, Mick.” Duke said in a low and dark tone. The air in the car became heavy as he became more uncomfortable. Mick looked outside and noticed that they were heading away from the city. “Ummm you sure your driver knows where he is going. Looks like we are going the wrong way.” Mick asked nervously. “No, he knows exactly where to go, Mick.” Duke answered. Duke sat his drink down and got closer to Mick. “Ummm, maybe this was a bad idea. I appreciate the offer, but I think that we should end this.” Mick spoke trying to muster his confidence. “End this? No, we are just beginning.” Duke responded. He placed his hand on Micks thigh and gave it a squeeze rubbing his thigh getting closer to his crotch. “Wait, I am sorry, but I think I need to go home.” Mick spoke. “Again, no, I have been waiting for you, Mick, you’re not going anywhere. You belong to me now.” Mick panicked and took a deep breath to scream but Duke grabbed his arm, pinning him down and covered his mouth with his other before he could scream. “Wrong move there, Mick, like I said you’re mine now.” Duke whispered to him as his scotch filled breath infiltered his nose. Mick began to struggle and tried to scream but his hand muffled any sound. Duke wrestled Mick down to the limo floor, pinning his body down with his own weight. Mick tried kicking or push him away but his weight and size difference made his efforts pointless. “Oh yeah, keep fightn’ me faggot.” Duke spoke low, face to face with Mick with his hand still covering his mouth.
*Ding*
The limo intercom light turned on. “Don’t try anything stupid, Faggot.” With his thumb and forefinger Duke pinched his nose making sure that no sound came out. He adjusted himself to sit on Mick’s chest pinning his arms down and with his free hand clicked on the intercom. “What is it?” Duke asked with a stern voice. “Sorry Sir but there was some rumbling back there. Is everything ok?” asked the driver. Duke clicked on the button again. “Last time I checked I hired you to drive, not to ask fucking questions.” “My apologies Sir, please forgive me.” Ending the conversation. Mick struggling to breath trying to shake off Dukes grip. “Don’t you just hate being interrupted?” Duke looked down at his prey. Switching hands Duke lifted the limo seat and pulled out a large black canvas bag and placed it next to him. Mick was finally allowed to breath as Duke took some time to catch his breath too. He took a moment and unzipped his bag, pulling out his gear. “Now, this is what is going to happen. I am going to tie you up and you’re going to be cooperative. Give me a hard time and I’ll make you regret it, faggot.” Mick’s eyes widen in disbelief, he was shocked at what was happening. Duke began to peel a large roll of duct tape with his teeth as the sound filled the limo. As he pulled his hand away Mick took a bite at his hand drawing a bit of blood. “FUCK!” Duke yelled in pain. He pulled his hand back and slapped Mick hard across the face. Mick’s eyes swelled with tears from the pain. Quickly Duke held his jaw and wrapped the tape around his face silencing him for good. “Oh oh, you’re going to regret that you stupid fuck.” Duke pointed and shook his finger at him with an angry face. Mick was breathing hard, staring at his captor. Duke slowly got up and turned Mick over onto his belly, forcing his arms behind his back, holding them together with a tight grip wrapping the tape over and over making sure that he was completely bound. Duke turned around and started wrapping tape around his ankles, pinning them together before flipping his prize over and taping his thighs together. A strangle feeling washed over Mick as his dick got hard from being manhandled. He felt Duke’s heavy weight pressing against him and panicked at how hot this was, conflicting with his feeling of fear. Finishing with his ankles, Duke flipped Mick over again and began to tape his thighs. As he finished, he grazed Mick’s dick and felt his raging hardon. “Oh man, look at this. You got a gun in there or are you just happy to see me?” Duke grinned hard. He placed his hand over his crotch rubbing and feeling the outline of his dick. “Mmmm, my my what a situation we have here. You like this, don’t you? You sick fuck.” Duke spoke lowly as he took his time feeling the silk rubbing his dick forming a wet spot of precumm. Duke got up and sat back in his seat looking over his caught prey. Mick was red with embarrassment as he felt Duke’s eyes scanning him like a laser. Reaching out from his seat Duke grabbed Mick and sat him up leaning against the seats edge placing him in between his legs. Duke pulled out his phone grabbing a handful of Micks hair holding him in place. He leaned forward showing his screen to Mick as he scrolled through photos of his family and friends. “I am only going to tell you this once. We are going to be arriving at my hotel shortly and I will have you with me. If you try to pull any shit with me, these are the people that will suffer for your stupidity.” Mick started tearing again as fear filled his mind. “Now are you going to be a good boy for Daddy?” Duke asked in a dark and twisted tone. Mick shook his head agreeing to his plan. “Good boy.” Duke slipped his loafers off and stepped on his dick pressing it gently first then harder. Mick grunted in pain, but his dick never once got soft. “Look at you, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, slut?” Mick sniffed, realizing how strong his feet smelled. “I don’t want to hurt you Mick, but you’re mine now. You belong to me and the sooner you come to realize that the better off you will be. Trust me, I’ll take care of you.” Mick’s dick got harder from the strong musky smell of Duke’s feet. “Fuck this, why am I getting hard!” Mick thought to himself. Looking up Duke noticed that they were almost at the hotel. “Alright, we are almost there. Now you’re going to be uncomfortable for a bit so behave and no one has to get hurt.” Duke ordered. He removed both socks and shoved them into Micks face using the duct tape to secure them in place. He checked to make sure that he could breath safely then placed him back on the floor. Grabbing his legs, Duke tucked his ankles to the back of his thighs and duct taped them together. Stretching out a long piece, Duke taped the tips of his dress shoes all the way to his forehead forcing Mick’s head back into a tight hogtie. Duke rubbed his crotch as he listened to Mick’s groans of pain. With an empty bag now Duke place Mick into the large canvas bag making sure that he fit. “Perfect. Now remember, not a sound, no moving or making a scene. Understood?” Duke asked. Mick managed to muffle. “MMMESSS SSSRRMM.” “Good boy.” Duke rubbing his red cheek caringly. He wrapped a long piece of cloth around his eyes leaving Mick in darkness. He tucked Mick and zipped the bag closed grabbing the handle positioning him at the car door. The limo began to pull into the hotel and Duke hurried to slip his loafers back on and making sure he left nothing behind. Stopping the car, the limo driver went around to the back and opened the door letting out Duke with a large black gym bag at his side carrying it as if it was nothing. “Wait, wasn’t there-“ Duke quickly cut him off. “I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” The driver was shocked and confused as Duke handed him a white envelope. The driver opened the envelope to see several hundred-dollar bills inside. He looked inside and back and Duke. “Um, yes Sir.” And walked back to the driver’s seat and rode away. Duke smiled and made his way inside.
“Hello Sir and Welcome! How may I assist you?” asked the receptionist. “Checking in for Machiavelli.” Duke set his bag down as he checked in. Inside the bag, Mick waited with held breath. Too scared to make a move, the images of his loved ones flashed before his eyes. Duke lifted his bag and Mick grunted softly. “Oh, Sorry did you ask me something?” asked the receptionist. Clearing his throat, Duke replied. “Oh no, sorry just think that I have a cold coming.” The receptionist nodded and Duke walked away. Arriving at this room, Duke opened and closed the door placing his bag with his prey inside on the bed and unzipped the bag. “Good boy. You did a good job boy.” Duke caressed and rubbed his cheek. He cut the tape holding his head back and allowed him some comfort. “You just hold on tight my pet. I’ll be back.” Duke left him alone. Mick’s mind raced like crazy, scared and wondering what was going to happen to him next.
After a few minutes a knock came at the door. “Who is it?” Duke asked. “It’s me Sir.” Answered the man. Duke opened the door as he was handed a large black suitcase on rollers. “Perfect. Now make sure that we tie up any loose ends.” Duke ordered. “Of course, Sir.” The man replied. Duke Closed the door and locked the room. Mick could hear the sound of the rollers sliding across the stone floor. Footsteps approached Mick as the blindfold was undone. Mick squinted as he came face to face with Duke. “Alright faggot. Now the real fun can begin.” Duke smiled wickedly.
To be continued..
