Carried away Part 2

Author: Sweetdiscreet
Title: Carried away (Part 2)
Date: 24 March 2016

The van didn’t get much further before it trundled to a halt. The doors opened and the bright sunlight hurt my eyes. The boy beside me began to thrash, and I rolled clear of him. One of the man climbed inside the van, and grabbed the boy by his tied wrists. He hoisted them over to the side of the van and slipped the rope over a hook bolted to the wall. The boy slumped down, his arms stretched and his legs dangling out in front of him. The man then clamped a rag over his face, and the boys feet pattered on the van as he moaned. But the man held the rag in place, and the pattering turned to a few twitches, then relaxation. The man turned to me, and I shook my head before curling into a ball. He laughed, then I heard him jump down and close the doors again. Soon the van rumbled into motion.
I sat up and pushed my back against the wall. I was opposite the other captive. His chin was resting on his chest and his legs were splayed open. I couldn’t help but noticing what a big dick he had. It was soft, long and flopped against his balls with the head peeking out of his foreskin. His dark nest of pubic hair was the only body hair I could see on him. I wondered how old he was, and why he’d been out there. I’d never seen him before. Meanwhile, my hands toyed with the rope binding my wrists, like a minor nuisance. I wasn’t aware, but the shock was still keeping me quiet, preventing me from dealing with my sudden loss of freedom.
When the van stopped, I went perfectly still. We’d been driving for what felt like a long time, and my fellow prisoner hadn’t woken up yet. The doors opened and as my eyes adjusted to the light I could see four men, standing in some kind of warehouse or garage. Two of the men climbed into the van and carried us out, hoisting us over their shoulders easily. I hung there, wide-eyed as I was carried past the grinning men who’d abducted me, and carried up a set of stairs, before being laid down on a rug in a small, bare room.
In a few minutes a man in a suit walked in. He was quite old, slim, with greying hair and a long, delicate nose. All he needed was spectacles and he would have looked like an old maths teacher. I rolled onto my side to look at him, but a boot from the guy who’d carried me in sent me back onto my belly, to listen to their conversation. The boy beside me was still limp.
“I only ordered one. Who’s the other one?”
“Jogger. Saw us, had to get rid of him.”
“That’s not my problem now, is it?”
“He’s free. And he’s alright.”
“Let me see.” The boot rolled me back over and the old man gave me an appraising look, from top to bottom. I squirmed under his attention. “No. He’s adequate, but not what I’m looking for. I had a very specific request.” I was kicked back over onto my belly.
“He’s a total submissive. Didn’t even need the rag.”
“You think you can flog him to me like some cheap salesman?”
“Listen. This is high stakes. He’s your problem now, so get creative. You’ve got 2 for 1. Be happy.” There was a long pause, and I knew he was staring at me again. My toes curled.
“Fine. I might have something in mind.”
“Good. So, out of curiosity, who’s the other one? We’re not usually so specific.”
“Let’s just say he came to my attention, and he has no ties.”
“One of your students?”
“Quite possibly. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to begin his real education.”

The men picked us both back up and carried us out of the room, through the garage and down another flight of stairs. These opened into a large, white room that was totally empty and windowless. We were laid down and left alone in there. The boy beside me started to wake. His eyes didn’t open, but his shoulders began to bunch as he tried to move his arms. The old man walked back inside, having taken off his suit jacket and rolled his shirt sleeves up. He went down on one knee behind the boy and reapplied the rag. The boy was soon unconscious once more. Then he turned his attention on me. “Well, my surprise package. Lucky for you I am in the mood to experiment. And I have just the thing for you to wear..”