The Kidnap

I posed for a photo with Antonio, I whispered in his ear, “Need to talk privately for a couple of minutes.”

He shrugged and followed me out.

“You’ve heard about all these kidnappings and ransoms?” I asked.

“Yeah, kinda worrying.” He puts a hand on my heavy chest, “Good job I’ve got a close friend like you to protect me.” he says with raised eyebrows and a smile.

“Yeah, about that.” Without warning I slap a meaty hand across his mouth and push him back into the darkness.

I let him pull my hand away, “What the fuck are you doing John?” He asks.

With a grin I reply, “John’s not around at the moment, in fact he’s in a deep sleep but I’ll be waking him up in a while.”

With a confused look Antonio asks, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I took over John’s body two weeks ago. You were in the restaurant and you asked why I’d taken such a long time in the restroom? Well let’s just say he put up a valiant fight so I rewarded him with a slow and painful possession.”

Antonio’s jaw dropped, “You mean all we’ve done in the past two weeks it wasn’t John?”

“Correct, John would be so upset that you didn’t even notice any changes. I suppose I have played him well, but then it helps that I have full access to his memories - so don’t feel too bad about it.”

With a grin my tone deepens, “So to the matter at hand, your kidnapping. Who would suspect your closest friend to be involved? That’s why I always get away with them, perfect opportunities and perfect hiding places for my victims.”

Antonio, tried to make a move but I snapped my hand up to his mouth again only this time I pinched his nose as well cutting off his air.

His eyes looked up into mine searching for whatever remained of John, but within seconds he fell limp in my hands.

I let him slide to the ground as I pulled off my T-shirt and dropped my jeans. I lifted Antonio supporting him with a single meaty arm pulling him in close, his back against John’s 48” chest.

John looked up, his eyes rolled back as I released my control over him. From inside Antonio’s best friend I reached out through John’s chest pulling Antonio inside his friend.

Regaining control John blinked a couple of times and I rolled my shoulders. I rubbed my abs, “See perfect hiding place,” I flexed and stretched feeling Antonio settle inside, “you’ll be unconscious all the time, so I’m sorry you’ll miss the fun of being inside John.”

I shuffled over to the wall, my jeans still around my ankles. Placing both hands on the wall I braced myself.

John let out a low animalistic groan and with a bit of effort I pulled myself out of his broad back, the same way I’d entered him two weeks ago.

He stood there motionless as I collected my thoughts.

The reason I was inside for two weeks is simple, it takes me that long to train the unconscious mind to respond and bend to my will without question.

I slapped him on his back, “Wake up buddy.” He groaned turning to face me.

“It’s done?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said as he looked down and slowly rubbed his abs.

“I can feel him moving.” He said looking up with a worried expression.

“Don’t worry, he’s asleep and will remain so while he’s inside you.” I reassured him, “Now get yourself dressed.”

I watched him pull his jeans on, then the t-shirt which stretched tight across his chest.

I clicked my fingers a couple of times to get his full attention, “Now go back to the club, you’ll remember the past two weeks as your own memories and have no recollection of ever knowing me or what happened tonight. But if you hear the phrase ‘nail me down’ from any person it’ll be me, so you’ll instantly remember what I’ve taught you.”

He nods then blinks a couple of times looking at me as if I’m a total stranger, with a sneer he pushes past me and returns to the club.

Feeling a little naked, I look around to see who’s available for me slip into.