I gagged, trying to hold it together.
“Poor, poor boy.” The man soothed me as if he were sad about how I got into this situation. “Glad you joined us.”
“Sorry.” The male who was nicer to me spoke. “Took a bit longer to get everything. Items are on the cage for you.”
“Perfect. And the cleaning supplies?”
Were they going to kill me? Let my blood run down the drain now?
A tiny bit of hope came to the surface. I was ready to die. Ready to let the last of my beating heart give up trying to live once and for all.
“Right here, sir.” There was a rustling sound of a plastic bag.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the brown bag, knowing precisely what store it had come from.
“Then get to it.”
“Warm or cold?” the second man asked, pulling out things from the bag.
All I could do was stand there. I wasn’t allowed to speak. Not that I could with a gag in my mouth. The rubbery ball was slimy from my spit.
“Warm. This time. It’s his lucky day, after all.”
There were no more words spoken as the water turned on, instantly hitting me over the top of my head. It was cold at first but then slowly warmed. Not all that much, but enough I wasn’t a shivering mess.
As the stream soaked my hair, causing it to fall into my eyes, the more likable man began to run a barof soap over every inch of my body. From my fingers to my toes. He only paused when he came to my soft cock, but after a moment, he cleaned that too.
Once he was finished with my skin, he turned away, asking the other man about something I didn’t catch. Only a second passed before he was back.
“I’ll remove the gag only if you behave.”
I nodded slowly, keeping my eyes down.
With tender hands, he removed the belt and gag from around my head. I smacked my lips, working my jaw as soon as the motion returned.
My lips were dry despite how much drool there must have been.
With the same gentle fingers, the man washed my hair with flower-smelling soap. By the time he was done, the lukewarm water was back to near ice cold, leaving me shivering.
Chapter 2
Dakota
I’d rather be gagged and bound than what I was experiencing now,was the only thought that was on my mind as I was forced from the basement, up the steps that had stains that looked a lot like blood, and then outside. The sun was bright, stinging my eyes. I didn’t even remember the last time I saw it, but it was only a slight glimpse before it was taken away from me like everything else in this cruel world.
After a rough bag was aggressively pulled over my head, I was dragged into a car. My feet refused to work with me, and my breath caught in my lungs. I wasn’t sure why my prison wardens had felt the need to cover my head with a bag; it wasn’t like I was able to run from them.
I was in one man’s hands, then the next, and so forth. There were so many hands grabbing me, and each one kept a tight hold on my upper arm. Even in the car, a man held my arm as I sat naked, shivering and lost in thought.
Time was meaningless as directions changed, and my lungs fought to work. The men, four of them, talked in a language I couldn’t understand. It wasn’t the first time.
Soon enough, the car pulled to a stop, and I was dragged out, feet scraping against the rumble. The scratchy bag was torn off, taking a bit of my hair with it.
Blinking, I saw nothing but a dark alleyway shadowed by light off in the distance.
Before I could try to think about running or fighting, I was directed to one of the brick buildings that reached high into the sky.
I did what was expected, following where I was led like the good little sheep I was.
