Seanday Takeover: Caption This Catch Up

Sean's on holiday and asked me if I would fill in for Seanday. Hope you like!

Collan's Caption This Catch Up (2nd Mar)

2nd March, 2013 - Pic. 2

"Uhh, I don't get it."

I mentally cursed Jason for picking Derek. I should have made him choose someone that either (A) Tomas was already friends with, or (B) had some modicum of intelligence. Derek just would *not* respond to my usual tactics.

I may have owed one to Jason, but after this he would definitely owe one to me.

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I had started earlier that morning with my own pick, Tomas, a South African with my favorite type of body – tall, lean, somewhat hairy, with curly brown hair, a handsome face, a sharp wit, and an accent that I found sexy as all get out. I had learned his schedule and was able to snag him as he passed the alley behind the gym where he and Derek both worked as trainers. A quick request for directions to somewhere in the city, our eyes had locked, and in a moment he had followed me without question behind a dumpster where I quickly pushed myself into him and took his body and mind for my own.

I had smiled as I felt my new height. I hadn't been this tall in a while. Tomas's long-ago Dutch ancestry really showed. I stroked the left side of my face with my right hand, enjoying the feel of my beard. There was another part of my body I could feel starting to come alive in my shorts, and I could tell I was going to be pleased stroking it too, but that would have to wait until I put Jason into Derek. Derek was Jason's dream, a compactly muscular, stereotypical dumb jock. I could see being attracted to his body, but without much of a mind there my own interest waned.

Tomas's persona had guided me through the beginning of his work day, with one client right off the bat. Then had come my first crack at Derek. We were alone together briefly in the break room, and I had tried for my usual quick takeover since I knew Jason was waiting, his willing essence already having been sucked his out of him at his apartment before I left for the gym and held in preparation in the back of my mind. I rarely used this facet of my abilities since I didn't have much time, a few hours at most, before the held essence would dissipate and be lost. Still, I hadn't felt that accomplishing this would be an issue.

To my surprise, however, Derek hadn't responded when our eyes met. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed by a long shot, but I came to realize that his lack of mental capacity had rendered him oddly resistant to me. Usually the simpler the mind, the easier the control, but there must have been some lower threshold of intelligence of which I was previously unaware that my ability simply wouldn't penetrate. He had just given me a blank, quizzical stare, as if wondering why I was looking at him so intently, then headed back out onto the gym floor.

After trying for half an hour I knew it was going to be useless, and I had given up and escalated to trying to use my touch control. Time was short if I wasn't going to lose Jason, and I was starting to really worry. Jason's very existence was in my hands.

Unfortunately, I quickly realized I had another obstacle. Derek's lack of any real relationship with Tomas outside of the bare minimum working relationship they had in the gym, combined with his dogged adherence to his usual work duty routine, made my attempts to get close enough to him long enough to have any lasting control look decidedly out of character for Tomas.

After a few aborted tries to get near him we both had sessions with clients, then I had been able to get myself beside him alone by the entrance of the locker room.

"Derek, do you have a moment?"

"Huh?"

"Could you come with me please? There's something I need to show you."

I had reached out to touch his elbow in an attempt to turn him and guide him down the side hallway to a back storage room, but before I made contact he had stepped back.

"What do you mean? What do you need to show me?"

"Just follow me, and I'll explain."

I had started to reach out again, but he moved away from me again.

"Dude, I don't know what's up with you today, but you're acting really weird. My next client's here."

And with that he had walked away. I had to keep my facade as Tomas going and so I had to work with his next client as well. I had started to feel the pressure of my time limit, and a sense of panic rose within me. The difficulty of holding onto Jason was increasing, and I knew that no matter what, my next attempt would be my last. It had to succeed.

The entire first half of the work shift had gone, and it was time for a lunch break. I had looked for Derek, but found that his session had ended early and he had already left. My frustration had mounted, and I felt a headache beginning from the mental strain I was under. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat anything at this point, and I had simply ducked around the corner for a fountain drink at the convenience store. Then I had came back to wait at the back entrance of the gym for Derek's return from lunch.

The pain in my head had grown with each passing minute. Other gym employees came and went, some nodding heads or saying hello in greeting as they passed to and fro from their midday breaks. Finally Derek reappeared, thankfully with no one else around. He was texting and didn't notice me waiting for him, and I thought I would have a chance to grab his arm, but he finished his text just in time to look up and see me. I moved forward to speak to him.

"Derek, I'm sorry to bother you, but I *really* need your help with something very important."

He looked at me and gave me another blank, uncomprehending stare. I tried one last time to pierce the dullness of his mind, but nothing happened.

"Uhh, why me?"

"Could you please put down your backpack for a second?"

I reached for his hand as if to assist him in order to get the body contact I needed.

"Uhh, I don't get it."

Fuck it. I had hoped to get get in an easy touch, but the time for subtlety was past. Desperation was forcing me into using a brute force attack. I had no other options. This was going to be tricky since he was better muscled than I was. I would just have to hope no one else came along.

Going for the element of surprise, I tossed my drink to the ground, pushed forward quickly shoving him up against the wall by the door, wrapped him in a bear hug, and locked my lips hard on his.

He immediately began to struggle with me, trying to push me off him. I could taste the pizza he had just had for lunch on his breath as he grunted in an attempt to shout at me. I knew right away that I would be no match for him with his strength against mine. I mentally apologized to Jason, then kneed Derek in the groin.

Derek screamed in agony into my mouth and suddenly went limp, leaving me supporting his entire weight as his scream became whimpers of pain. With no more time left, I mentally pushed as hard and as fast as I could and felt Jason's essence flowing out of me through my mouth and into Derek.

From the end of the alley came a wolf whistle and a catcall of "Get a room!" from some anonymous passersby. I shrugged mentally. I'd heard worse.

After a few more moments, I felt the last of Jason leave me, and I knew it was over. I supported the body in my arms down to the ground, where it curled up into a fetal position.

"God fucking DAMNIT!" Jason shouted at me in Derek's voice. "Why the FUCK does this fucking HURT? You told me it didn't hurt you MOTHERFUCKER! Jesus fucking CHRIST!"

"Sorry, Jason. Derek was putting up a fight and I had to knee him in the balls."

I suddenly felt my exertions overwhelming me, and I turned and sat next to him with my back to the wall. My brain felt like it was going to shatter my skull, and a wave of vertigo made me feel like the world was spinning me head over heels even though I knew I was motionless. I closed my eyes, but it didn't help.

Jason's muttered curses died down and I heard him slowly sit up beside me, his breathing gradually becoming calm.

"You ok?" he asked.

"No."

"Fuck, we need to finish the shift. We both have clients."

"Well we'll just have to be a little fucking late coming back from lunch, then, won't we?"

"FUCK, that hurt. Why the fuck did you have to do that?"

"It was either that or lose you. Would you rather I have given up?"

"Fuck. No."

"Well then deal, just like I'm having to do right now."

"Wow, you sound crazy with that accent."

"Oh fuck you. I think it's fucking sexy."

"Actually I do too."

"Well as soon as my head doesn't feel like it's going to explode like the guy at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark, maybe we can do something about that."

He bumped his shoulder against mine, and I knew that we were still ok with each other.

"By the way," I said, "I hope you like being Derek, because you're going to be him for a good long while. I don't know that I want to go through that again. This is one of the main reasons I stopped doing this before I met you. I lost someone else. Only for you did I try this again."

"Thank you for doing this for me," he said quietly. "And I am very happy right now, despite having been kicked in the balls."

"Kneed."

"Whatever. I've always wanted to see what being a dumb jock was like. I'm gonna have fun with this."

"Well you sure as hell got the dumb part right. That's what gave me such trouble."

"But I've got veiny forearms now, and a sexy as fuck mouth, even though I can't see it anymore, and sweet tats."

I opened my eyes and glanced next to me to look at him.

"You'd better be careful. You look more intelligent just by being you. In my book you're already instantly hotter than Derek was, but you'll need to let part of him take over so no one notices, at least for a while. Change him into you gradually, so you don't raise any red flags. I know from hard experience."

"Note to self," he said, and nodded. "Well, we're probably totally late now."

He stood up and put out a hand to me to help me to my feet. My head was still pounding, and as I got up, I said to him,"Ek sweer aan God, wanneer ons terugkeer na jou huis, ek gaan om wreed fok jou, want ek het so hard gewerk om dit te doen vir jou."

He gave me a look that was utterly Derek, blank and confused.

"Huh?"

"Keep that look. That's perfect Derek."

"Fuck you. What the hell was that? What did you just say?"

"That was Afrikaans. It's Tomas's native language. And roughly translated, I said, 'I swear to God, when we get back to your place, I'm going fuck you brutally for making me work this hard for you.'"

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," he said with a smirk.

He opened the back door, and we went in to finish our shift.