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“Then who the fuck is that?”

The car slows and comes to a stop, and there’s some more talking but I can’t work out what’s being said. Then there’s the slam of a door and the car moves off again quickly.

“What’s going on?” A third voice this time, closer to me. Maybe someone got in the car when it stopped.

“We’ve already picked up someone we thought was you?” the rich-voiced guy answers.

“You did what? Where are they?”

“In the boot.”

“What do you mean in the boot?”

“Well, it’s a hostage situation, so we made him a hostage.” The manic guy speaks excitedly.

“Do you mean to tell me you’ve got a guy tied up in the boot of this car?”

“Yup.”

“What the fuck do you think this is, some Tarantino movie? Wait? Were you going to tie me up as well?”

If there’s an answer, I don’t hear it, just the third guy exclaiming again. “Have you got an ounce of sense between you? This is a simulation!”

I hear the manic guy speak again. “We were making it real.”

“Do you realise how bad this is?” He’s almost shouting now. “We’ll be lucky to just get away with being sued. We need to stop the car and let him out.”

There’s a short silence, punctuated by the third guy speaking again. “What is it?”

“Glynn knocked the guy out.” This was the deep voice, so I assume the other one—the manic-sounding one—is Glynn.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck!” Third guy shouts this time. “Add assault to being sued now. He’ll involve the police. This is so fucked up! This could end the training company. Do you realise that?”

Silence descends again, and I’m not sure it’s because they aren’t talking or I just can’t hear them. Now that I know they weren’t sent by Aiden, my body relaxes and I can breathe easily again. I settle into the space, the movement of the car soothing. The ties on my wrists and ankles aren’t tight; I’ve had them bound less comfortably. The gag is a bit rough, as I prefer a ball gag, but it’s fine. I chuckle to myself at their discussion. They don’t suspect that the person they have tied up in their boot is one of the few people who actually likes it—hell, I’d probably pay for it. I hadn’t thought of the confines of a car boot before. Another place to add to the list. Maybe not the kidnapping, although now I know I’m in no danger the excitement of the event takes over from fear. The familiar tingle begins at the base of my spine, spreading throughout my groin. My chuckle turns to silent laughter round the gag. Delight that I find myself in a situation I’ve wanted adds to my arousal, and my cock thickens in response.

Being confined is deeply arousing, but every jostle of the car rocks me, creating friction between my cock and underpants that has me deliciously on the edge, and I don’t want it to stop. I’ve experienced nothing like it for a long time. I no longer hear noises from the car, but I don’t care. I’m locked in my own world of pleasure, at a level that is exquisite torture.

CHAPTER 4

VICTOR

Tim is right,we are in a heap of trouble. At least I wasn’t the one who knocked him out. I wasn’t even the one who bound him. But I was complicit, and I did pick him up and lock him in the boot. I feel bad. I can’t imagine what he must be feeling back there, scared and in the dark.

I need to go check on him, let him out so I can end his ordeal. Tim has put in a call to the trainers and they’ve aborted the training exercise. Facing the ton of shit we’re in with them is not something I’m looking forward to. That’s the end of my training course. I hope Lawrence doesn’t take it too badly... That’s if I still have a job, of course. He might not want someone so stupid on his team. Certainly not heading it up anymore. I sigh and put all of that out of my mind for now. My biggest concern is seeing if this guy is alright and getting him out of the boot.

I pull the car over and get out, telling the others to stay put. He doesn’t need a crowd of us looking down on him in a vulnerable position.

I crack open the lid, expecting to find a guy who is angry or frightened—or both—struggling to get out. As light floods into the boot, the guy raises his head, and a pair of very pretty butunfocussed eyes look up at me. It only takes a few seconds for my brain to register what I’m looking at.

I might not be a Dom, or take part in any of the activities at the club, but I’ve seen enough to know when a guy is completely blissed out.

He looks vaguely familiar, though I can’t think where I’ve seen him before. I don’t know anyone in this part of the country. My brain kicks into gear. First, I can’t let the others see him like this. Glynn wouldn’t understand and he’s in enough trouble as it is. Second, I don’t want to do anything that will bring him out of this state too quickly. I’ve learned a lot from Lawrence, even if I’m not working the scene directly.

My protective instincts take over and I lean a little closer.

“Hey, it’s alright,” I croon softly, not wanting to alarm him. His gaze, which had drifted away, comes back towards me, and his eyes flutter. Damn, he is a cutie. His blue eyes seem a little more focussed, and I think he’s understood me.

“Do you want me to leave you a bit longer?” I still speak softly. Cute guy blinks slowly at me and then gives a quick nod. That gag looks uncomfortable. I should take it off. I reach out a finger. “Do you want me to take this off?” I indicate to the gag, and he tries to recoil from me, but the confines of the car bring his head closer and I end up stroking his cheek. He shakes his head and tries to push himself further into the corner away from me, his eyes wary.

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