Carried away Part 1

Author: Sweetdiscreet
Title: Carried away (Part 1)
Date: 21 March 2016

I’ve always been a bit of a loner. It doesn’t bother me. I like silence, I like solitude, I like to be left alone – if that makes me weird, so what? It didn’t bother me what other people thought because, well, I wasn’t around other people. I was only 18, but I had my website, which made enough money to keep me in my apartment, so everything was ideal for me. I enjoyed my time in my apartment, checking the site now and then, answering emails, watching TV, jerking off... but I always took a walk. I used to walk really early in the morning, when I knew nobody was about, just as the sun was coming up. There was a narrow track behind my block, which led out onto wasteland. The track was covered on both sides by thick, overgrown hedgerows, and the wasteland around it was always deserted.
I was walking on that narrow track on the morning that my life changed. I was wandering down the trail. It was summer, and the air was warm. I used to wear sweatpants, sneakers, a shirt and a hoodie so I’d look like a jogger if anyone saw me. I had a runner’s physique, and my short, dark hair was always styled. I thought it combined with my glasses to make me look intellectual. I hadn’t started to shave yet. Anyway, I was walking down the trail, when I noticed something bright hanging in the hedgerow. I walked over to it. A white sports sock. It was pristine, as though it had just been washed. It had snagged on a branch, but it looked out of place being so clean and bright. I walked past it, but instantly noticed a second sock lying on the floor, as bright and clean as its partner. Vans and trucks dumped rubbish here sometimes, but who throws away brand new socks? Strange.

The trail twisted here and there, and I turned a corner to find something else hanging in the hedgerow. A hoodie, navy with white strips on it. It had been thrown high, and had caught in the top of the hedge. It hung open like it was waiting for someone to slip it on. I turned back and looked again at the socks. Where had they come from? Then, my closer inspection revealed a trainer lying in the leaves and twigs at the foot of the hedge. Another one was underneath it. These were worn. I hesitated, then lifted one up to look at it. Designer, no holes. I almost dropped it, and as I caught it, my hand gripped the inside of the trainer. To my surprise, it still felt warm! It must be the sun, I thought. But the trainers were in the shade. It was as though someone had just kicked them off. I hurried forward, past the hoodie, and felt a strange churning in my stomach as a T-shirt greeted me, spread out on the road. It was a small size, white and clean like the socks. I felt it. Warm too. Who was doing this? I started to move faster, stepping over a pair of tracksuit bottoms and finally halting at a pair of Calvin Klein briefs fluttering in the hedgerow. I couldn’t help reaching out a hand and squeezing them – warm. I practically ran around the next corner, then skidded to a halt.

My eyes took in the scene in front of me as though I was in slow motion. A naked young man with a shaved head was squirming and moaning, his mouth taped and rope fastening his wrists and ankles. Two large men were bundling him into the back of a van which was rolling at a steady pace down the lane. The lad appeared to be trying to wriggle out of the van, and the men were laughing as they prodded him back inside. Then they saw me. One of the men started to walk towards me...

“Sorry,” I mumbled to him stupidly, but my legs wouldn’t work. Then his hand gripped my arm and he dragged me towards the van. “Hey, what are you doing?” I protested, but my voice sounded weak even to me. Then he put his arm around my chest and lifted me off the ground. I felt his friend yanking at my trainers. “Too late now,” he said as he threw them away. I watched them hit the ground as I was carried away from them, and began to struggle. The arm around my chest tightened in a warning, but hands were already slipping my socks free and tossing them away. I went into shock, hanging there mutely while the two men undressed me and threw my clothes into the hedgerow like trash. Before I even knew what was happening, the tape was over my mouth and I realized it was too late. They bundled me into the back of the van, and I recoiled as my naked flesh brushed the squirming, naked boy already inside. Then the doors slammed shut, and the van picked up speed. The boy beside me moaned and began to thrash. I just lay there, shivering. What had just happened?