12 - ch.1 GiD Fiction

Note: This story starts out a bit slow, but worry not, there are 12 teenaged male victims and they will be bound and gagged in more interesting ways than this chapter.

Driving. Danny didn’t even know where he was going, he just got in his car and started going. He was angry, angry at his mother, angry at his father, but most of all angry at the one person he couldn’t actually get away from – himself. He had been born into a well off family, that much couldn’t be denied, and he felt stupid for being so upset with his life, he didn’t want to think of himself as the “poor little rich boy,” but he sometimes he wished his family didn’t have money, that he wasn’t upper crust, because at least then he might be allowed to do the things that he wanted to do.

“Damn it!” He slammed his fist down on the steering wheel, letting out an anguished, strangled cry. He had spent over an hour that morning screaming back and forth with his parents about college – of all things, college was tearing their family apart. His father had pushed and pushed to get Danny to apply to his alma mater, Yale, and when Danny had gotten in, his father had been elated, sending in the deposit check without Danny’s knowledge. This, however, had not been the only secret kept – Danny’s accepted application to art school in Barcelona had gone so far unmentioned to his parents. He was to grow up and become a business man like his father, take over his father’s company, marry a trophy wife the way that his mother was, not go to art school and commit himself to a ‘vagabond’ trade, as his father called it.

Danny sighed, hitting the gas pedal hard as he drove as far away from home as he could. He hated that he couldn’t fit into the mold that his parents had set for him, that he was the only boy in the world who didn’t want to go to Yale and take over a multimillion dollar corporation, marry a sexy, sweet woman who would at least pretend to be faithful. No, Danny wanted to be out on his own living his life wandering from Spain to Italy to France to China drawing and painting everything that he could. He wanted to meet interesting people and maybe one day settle down, if he fell in love, but even if he did, it wouldn’t be what his parents wanted, that much he had known since he was 13 years old.

Rolling down the windows, Danny tried to relieve some of the tension that the morning held, hoping that he would be able to just let his blonde hair blow, to relax. He had catered to his parents wants and needs, becoming the star of the soccer team, a straight A student, he even took a girl to prom to keep them happy, but they never seemed satisfied with anything that he did, no matter how hard he tried.

“Fuck!” Danny brought his fist down on the steering wheel again as he heard a siren behind him. He had been sure that he had been alone on the road, but now there was a police car, lights on, signaling him to pull over. He knew that he was speeding, there was no use denying it, so he pulled over reluctantly, grabbing his driver’s license and car registration so that it would be ready when the officer requested it.

“Son, are you aware that you were going 87 in a 65 zone?” The officer frowned as he looked at Danny.

“I’m sorry.” Danny sighed, handing over the license and registration. “I didn’t know it was a 65 zone.” At least that much was the truth – he hadn’t bothered to look at the speed limit signs as he blazed past them.

“Well you wait here, I’m going to go call this in and run your license.”

“Alright.” Danny leaned back in the chair, awaiting the hefty ticket that he was sure was coming.

“Daniel Carson?” The officer asked as he returned to the car.

“Yeah…” The 17 year old nodded. He had given over his license, the man should be sure of his name.

“I’m going to need you to pop your trunk please.” The officer stated.

“For what?” Danny frowned. “I was only speeding! There’s nothing else illegal going on here.”

“Then you would have no trouble popping your trunk.”

“No, sir.” Danny sighed, pressing the trunk release button next to the steering wheel. He watched through the rear view mirror as the officer opened the trunk, inspecting the inside.

“Daniel Jones, I need you to step out of your vehicle.”

“What?” Danny frowned again as the officer returned.

“I found this in your trunk.” He held up a small bag containing white powder.

“WHAT!?” Danny looked at the bag, his eyes widening. “That’s…that’s not mine!” Danny felt panic fill his chest – the bag wasn’t his, nor could he imagine how it had found its way into the trunk of his car.

“Regardless, you need to step out of the vehicle, this is an illegal substance, at the very least I have to take you down to the station to get this cleared up.”

“Alright.” Danny closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the car. He knew that a legal indiscretion would not bode well and he knew that there must be a way to prove that the drugs weren’t his, so he figured that obeying the officer was in his best interest. He wouldn’t realize until a little bit later how wrong he truly was.

“Please put your hands on the vehicle.” Danny did as he was instructed, waiting while the officer did a quick search. “Alright, hands behind your back, please.” Danny complied, wincing slightly as the cold metal from the officer’s handcuffs clicked over his wrists. “A tow agency has been instructed to pick up your vehicle, so you won’t need to worry about that.” The officer led Danny over to his squad car, pushing Danny inside.

The ride was silent, Danny keeping his eyes closed, his head resting against the back of the seat. He couldn’t imagine a way that this day could get any worse – fighting with his parents, getting arrested – even if it were to rain nothing would change. He didn’t realize until the squad car went off road that something might be wrong.

“What are you doing?” Danny asked as the car bounced along the dirt.

“I got a call, it’s an emergency, but don’t worry, it shouldn’t take long.”

“I didn’t hear the radio.”

“Then you weren’t listening well enough.” The officer shrugged. He pulled over aside a blue pickup truck. The bed of the truck was covered by a hood with tinted windows. The car looked brand new and definitely a little on the sketchy side. The officer got out of the car and went to the cab of the pickup truck. Danny watched as a man exited the cab, walking over to the squad car with the officer. The back door opened and Danny expected for the driver of the pickup to get in beside him, but to his confusion, the officer grabbed him, pulling him roughly from the vehicle. The second man surprised him, shoving a knotted white cloth into Danny’s mouth before he could even truly contemplate asking any questions.

“Mmmm!” Danny’s eyes widened as a second cloth was tied over his mouth, silencing him further. He was them forced to the ground and the man from the trunk began to bind his ankles with ropes. The man wrapped the rope three times around Danny’s ankles tightly before turning the direction of the restraint, wrapping the rope vertically between his ankles, forming a rope cuff. As Danny tried to struggle, the man fashioned another cuff just below his knees. Danny didn’t fully begin to panic, however, until the bed of the truck was opened. Inside, Danny saw eleven boys, all with their hands behind their backs, knees pulled to their chests, legs and ankles bound just like his. The boys were packed in tightly – two rows of four boys, one row of three, each boy gagged just as Danny was, however, unlike him, each boy had a dark piece of cloth tied tightly over his eyes.

Danny barely had a second to think before a thick cloth was placed over his own eyes. As he felt hands begin to lift him, he began to struggle.

“Stop squirming, put your knees to your chest and cooperate or we’ll shoot you right here, right now.” Danny instantly stopped his fight as the officer – or who the man whom he had thought to be an officer, spoke.

He was placed inside the bed of the truck, filling the last space, and winced as he both heard and felt the truck bed close. As the car began to drive, it was clear that there was no escaping – he was being kidnapped and he had no idea what to do.