Bounty Hunter The beginning

Author: Baalzebub
Title: Bounty Hunter: The beginning
Date: 04 January 2006

The whole thing started with a joke. I was sitting in a pub with my best buddy discussing idle matters like politics, sports, sex and of course jobs. While Sergei was very happy with his job for already ten years, I've been hopping from one career to another never satisfied with the experience. Not that I couldn't achieve success, I could and did, and every my attempt resulted in quick promotional spree (unexpected, I must say, since I never gave enough effort). But military service gave me little in the way of financial compensation and office jobs never satisfied my thirst for adventure.

After listening to my angry retort about the current position, stupid management and idiotic office paradigm Sergei smiled and said:

- You should become a hired killer, it pays well and there is a lot of adventure involved.

I laughed.

- Now, I am not THAT evil. Hmm.... maybe I should become a bounty hunter? Like in bringing criminals to justice. Heck, this profession does not exist anyway...

We laughed some more, but the idea got lodged in the back of my skull.

The though kept ringing in my head, while I worked another two weeks. It was much too exciting to just abandon, yet too risky to try even with my limited military training. To make matters worse my physical skills, streetwisdom and knowledge of laws were not at all superheroic. Frankly, I was not much more than an average pampered city boy. I thought, and thought, and thought...

But finally I've got a plan. I just needed to try the limits. And I had just the right victim.

He was a small time pusher. I've seen him many times in subway crossing, making dart-eyed exchanges with smelly disheveled youngsters in the dimly lit corner. Most probably he was on heroin himself, making others to pay for his addiction. Skinny, pale, with deep shades under his bloodshot eyes. Disgusting creature. An excellent target, at least I thought so.

I obtained a bottle of chloroform, a bundle of thin but strong rope, a muffle-gag, a large canvas sack and an old broken snowboard (it was somewhat smaller, than I imagined, but I hoped it would still be a good explanation for my "package").

Getting him was much easier, than I thought. I've even probably overdo my disguise for this endeavour, as no one was there to interrupt me.

I went into the subway pass making it look like the package on my back with snowboard tip protruding from it is heavier than it really was.

He was standing there as always, forcebly looking at the ceiling and whistling to himself. I went by making note, that no one's steps are approaching from both ends of subway. When I was
about to pass him I make a leap and pressed a chloroform-soaked tissue to his face from behind. He tried to struggle, but was obviously too weak. Soon he relaxed. I had to act fast. I untied the sack and put his limp body on the board. My hands trembled with excitement, when I put a gag in his mouth and fastened its straps tightly behind his head.

Then I tied his hands to feet and proceeded to seal him in canvas sack. Of course, I underestimated the volume of the sack, but that was actually a bonus, as he was tied so tightly, that movement was nearly impossible.

I heard someone approaching the subway entrance and heaved the sack onto my back. The job has not been finished yet.

For someone so scrawny he was way too heavy. I had to pretend that it was an easy burden, when I walked past late-night pedestrians. Finally I was happy to disappear into the darkness of the suburbian yards, surrounded by khruschovian architectual monsters.

I brought my victim to the technical basement of one of neigbouring buildings. Pipes and valves were eerily lit by waning lightbulbs. I closed the door and locked it from within in hopes that no plumber would try to come there in the middle of the night. And right in time - the sack was already beginning to stir.
I dragged him into the furtherst corner of the basement. Several dirty mattresses showed that this basement was not truely uninhabited. Bums. Oh, well. They were not present, and they won't just storm this stronghold. Hehehe...

I untied the sack and brought him to the light. He was already awake and obviously frightened as hell. I always enjoyed anotherone's fright. I layed him on the sack and untied his feet. He was muffling curses through the gag, but I cared not. I removed his boots and socks, finding his rather meaty and big feet. Tsk, tsk, tsk... I like bare feet, and his were beautiful. I scratched his soles a little just to feel how he started squirming under me. Then I removed his pants and briefs. He started trembling helplessly and moaning slightly. I spreaded his legs wide and tied both to pipes, then pulled him all the way up. His eyes showed utter terror, and it made me even hornier than before. I tied a rope noose to the pipe above and put his head in it. It was now safe to untie his hands and remove the overcoat and clothes. I reaped his tee-shirt off. He could not oppose me anymore. He allowed me to tie his hands wide spread to the pipes above without any resistance.

So he stood there naked and utterly helpless with a gag in his mouth and a fear in his eyes and a strong hard-on.

Now I searched his clothes and found enough shit to make those low-rank militiamen happy. Well, well, well. That's what I aimed for, but who said, I cannot have my way with this junkie before I bring him to justice. He was afraid, he was helpless and he was horny. What else did I need.

So I slowly passed my gloved fingers over his body, starting from his ancles and thighs up towars his childish neck enclosed in the noose. A little work on his little nipples, light-fingered scratch on his ribs, in his groin. Then I started working on his cock, slowly stroking it and polishing the top of it. Soon my victim was moaning in agony of pleasure.

Several times he was close to cumming, but I did not intend to end this so easy. After two hours or so, I finally let him release himself. Even through his gag he screamed audibly and collapsed. I untied him from the pipes, put his clothes on and tied him tightly to the snowboard before putting him back in the bag.

I left my package on the doorstep of local militia department, and proceeded to burn my own disguise at the local trash fire.
I was sleeping very well that night. For the first time in the long run.