Coincidence Draft 1, CH22 (Patreon)

They were on a cargo ship; that was clear. And somewhat deep into the mountain of containers by the fact the only light he saw was provided by their captors. Pictures of those ships made it look like the containers were stacked as tightly as possible, but that could have been a trick of how far the camera needed to be to see the whole thing, or even a portion of it.

Or they were in a hidden portion within the whole. After all, they were being smuggled outside the country, and probably into another. Nothing he’d overheard made it sound like this was a last-minute thing, so the ship either already was, or had been, altered to allow hidden compartments.

Fortunately, there was barely any swaying from the water. Niel didn’t know why, he was just happy not to have to find out if not having any food in your stomach made throwing up less of a bad experience.

The fear of dying from sex starvation was alleviated within hours of being locked up, once the noise of other containers being loaded grew faint enough to only be rumbles felt through the metal floor and walls. The dalmatian from the van entered the container holding a survival lantern and proceeded to suck each of them off, before sitting in a lounge chair and reading or watching videos on his phone.

Niel had initially been surprised being sucked off had made him feel better. He was told he needed sex to live, and to him, that had meant full-on penetrative sex. Guys in the Society did suck others off, but that was on top of all the sex they had. If sucking had ever been part of the information he’d learned on the Society, from the memories the bat had given him, he’d forgotten in the two years since.

Of the three, the dalmatian was the one Niel would try to turn to his side if he had any idea how to go about it. Movies made it sound like the moment the prisoner talked with their captors, the bond was forming, but that was movies. He didn’t think real life happened the same way.

The other was the doberman.

Niel had enough of him even before he fucked and called him all sorts of denigrating stuff. He’d really been holding back when he’d joined him and Erwin, before the kidnapping thing. He fucked each of them while he was there, and played the alpha male and top to the level it qualified at toxic.

The third was a collie, and as far as Niel could tell, unlike the other two, he had no interest in them, not even being around them. He checked in on them, took the chair outside, as well as the heater, once it was cool enough it was needed and closed the door. With enough noise Niel figured he latched it, not that Niel could get out of his restraints to find out.

They agreed to sleep during the dalmatian’s shift, right after the blow job, endure the doberman, not that there was anything else to do about it, and talk when the collie left them alone.

The conversations quickly devolved into Niel listening to the other two argue once they’d gone over a more detailed explanation of how each had been captured. Sex was the bait, strength the method for him and Fedor. While Dario was suffocated since, it turned out, the Cuevets’ family power was that they were indestructible. They could feel pain, of a sort, but the knowledge it didn’t leave to anything had led to it becoming more of a signal others might get hurt in this situation than anything that could overwhelm them.

When it came to working out an escape, or talk of a rescue, the ideas were pretty slim. Niel was the most likely to overwhelm a captor since he was the stronger of the three. Dario was quick to point out that being indestructible didn’t mean he could hit anything. He was studying to manage money, not fight. Fedor didn’t like fights because pain really hurt. The Shevets’ family power was that of heightened senses, which included tactile, and pain receptors.

As for a rescue, Fedor didn’t have anyone who’d miss him enough to do more than ask around the university for him. If his family had known where he was before this, they would have sent someone to retrieve him. Dario was full of confidence about his family and the Medeiros realizing he was missing quickly and then looking everywhere for him, even using magic to find him.

Then Fedor delighted in asking why he was still here and pointing out the odd hand-crafted items adorning their captors. He didn’t know if they were the reason, but if magic could rescue them, it would have happened already.

Niel was also confident his friends would look for him once they realized he was missing, and with Kuno and his family, they could bring strong magic to the search. The problem was the Erwin had told the team he was going to bring Niel back later. No one would believe a week or two, but Niel didn’t have classes on Monday, and while he wasn’t a slacker, he enjoyed his fun enough that not showing up on Tuesday because he was with a guy wouldn’t raise enough suspicion to launch the search. Wednesday would have been when his absence would be questioned.

Unless someone discovered Erwin? He forced himself to consider that angle as painful as it was. Would they have left the body there? They seemed too organized for that stupid of a mistake. How hidden from magic would it be?

By Tuesday, Niel was already in the container and on the ship. He didn’t know how long it had been before they set to sea, but like Fedor, he figured that if they would be rescued, it would already have happened.

They’d have to come up with their own escape.

If only they could think of something.

* * * * *

Time lost a lot of its meaning when it was spent entirely chained inside a container with nothing to do, and quickly running out of things to talk about. He caught glimpses of the outside when they changed watchers, but it never changed, a gray container in the light of survival lanterns the three captors used.

Niel knew they were getting close when their captors withheld sex. By the time the distant rumble of containers being unloaded was felt, that left him weak, and the dalmatian complaining often about the doberman in German. As with the van, he was used if the doberman couldn’t fuck the three of them. In the complaining, Niel made out something about a hope the other guy would take up some of the duties, but the collie was no more interested in the doberman than he was the three of them.

He might be straight, Niel decided.

The container was banged on, then it shook, and they were swinging about, concern about being seasick back. It was put down roughly and Niel readied himself by remaining still and as comfortable as being chained let him. He wanted to appear unconscious when they entered. Let them unchain him and then… well, he’d muster as much strength as he could in his state and make a run for it. All he needed was a phone. One call to Kuno and all he’d have to do was wait. His friend would rescue him.

Instead of the doors opening, there was more noise of something being done to the trailer. Then they were moving.

They’d put the container on a trailer bed. The noise had been them chaining it down, or whatever they did to them before driving off. He hoped it would be a quick drive because Niel was weak. He only had one experience with being starved, but Dario told him they had around a week before they died. But as Niel had experienced, the weakness came on quickly.

The moving eventually stopped, and he heard voices through the walls. A lot of them and he couldn’t make out what they said until he realized they weren’t speaking English, but German.

Score one for elective language classes.

One door opened, and Niel half-closed his eyes and slumped. A wolf looked about to climb in when he saw him, looked at the three of them, and dropped down, exclaiming something. Niel had trouble understanding, with how quickly the man spoke. Something about clothing, the public, and something about nether. Maybe he should have kept with the German after high school.

What the incident revealed was that there were more people here than he’d expected. He’d expected the captors as well as maybe one or two others. He heard closer to a dozen voices answering the man. Enough, he had no idea what they were saying. He changed his plan. He couldn’t simply shove whoever untied him aside and run for the door. He needed to be more strategic.

A wolf, a pekingese, and a labrador climbed into the container. The way they were dressed made Niel uncomfortable, although he wasn’t sure why. The clothing had enough similarities to mark them as belonging to the same group; had a bit of a military feel to it. Mostly dark grays with black highlights. Lots of sharp angles.

The pekingese undid the manacles and Niel let himself fall. He tried to pick him up, but even without the muscle mass, Niel would out mass the small man at least two times. He resorted to calling for help.

Dario tried his own escape but was easily brought down by the labrador. Fedor offered no resistance. A doberman, not the one from the trip, at least, climbed in and helped carry Niel out.

Outside, at least a dozen people, all in the dark gray, with black highlights that nagged at Niel’s memory were working, moving boxes out of vans and into other rooms in this… warehouse? Niel couldn’t see enough of the cavernous room to know. What he did notice, which added to the nagging, was that everyone present, except for him, Fedor and Dario, was a canine. Most were men and the few women there seemed to be in subservient positions.

Niel was happy his eyes were nearly closed when he finally realized what had been nagging at him. What historical groups did he know about where being a canine was of utmost importance and where women weren’t quite enough superior to qualify as more than helpers? Who loved dark gray and black and sharp angles, for some strange reasons?

He’d never had an interest in studying them, but it was impossible to study history and not have to read up on them. Fuck, just the previous week he had, as part of trying to learn more about Jarod.

The three of them had been kidnapped by fucking Nazi. Or more likely Neo-Nazis. Still, he couldn’t believe these people still even existed.

He forced that out of his mind and cracked his eyes open again. He needed to get a sense of where the exits were. He saw plenty of doors, but they all looked like they led deeper into the building, except for two, both with dirty windows in them and daylight on the other side.

He said a prayer to God, then to Him, and put a foot under himself and shoved his weight against the doberman, pulling the surprised pekingese off-balance in the process. Guns were pulled, and that helped his adrenaline spike and get him moving for the closest door. He didn’t care about being naked and contemplating being in public. Right now, being arrested for indecent exposure was more appealing than anything a bunch of fucking Nazis might want with him.

With the door approaching, he checked for the hinges; on the other side. Good. He readied himself to shoulder it, ignoring the yells behind him. A mix of German and English, telling him to stop.

Like he was ever going to obey that order.

The door opened a moment before he reached it and he only had the time to ready himself to shoulder into someone, instead of something, before he impacted him, and bounced off and onto his ass.

“What is going on?” the large husky with pale gray fur demanded, before looking down on him as Niel struggled to his feet. Fine, This wasn’t the first time he’d had to deal with a quarterback who was larger than he was.

He feinted to the left and ducked to the right, passing around the husky, only to receive an elbow in the back that sent him crashing face-first into the concrete floor.

“I do not think so,” the husky said, his accent thickening. “Too much work has gone into getting you.” The man’s grin was nasty.

Niel didn’t get much time to wonder why he was so important to Nazis. The kick across his head saw to that.