Capítulo 2: Chapter 2
I know Ron’s looking even more hunky today. I wonder if he didn’t have time to shave, or is the stubble a deliberate attempt to woo the chicks?
“What are the limits and scope of knowledge? How can we know that there are other minds, if we are indeed able to? How can we know that there is an external world, if we know…?”
The rest of the professor’s words floated away, or was it Joe who was floating? Floating on a cloud. He and Ron were on a cloud, Ron lying with his noble head in Joe’s lap as Joe ran his fingertips over Ron’s shaven scalp. Would it feel smooth or bristly? Warm or cool? Hard or soft?
Oh, Ron, Ron, be mine forever. Let’s elope so I can worship you, and…
“…Okay, class, I think that wraps things up for today.”
Huh? Joe woke from his daydream and took a quick peek at his watch. It was a couple of minutes to three. Where the fuck did the time go? Had he spent the entire hour focused on his fantasies?
Gathering his books, Joe put them in his backpack and left the classroom, still amazed at how he’d managed to daydream through an entire session. He’d have to see if he could get the notes from someone, but that would mean asking, initiating a conversation. Joe quailed at the thought.
As was his usual custom, Joe paid a visit to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. He was nothing if not consistent in his behavior, a fact that he would soon learn someone else had bargained upon.
Closing his eyes as his stream began, Joe felt someone take his hands and pull them behind his back. “What the…!”
Joe felt cold metal surround his wrists and heard the snap of a lock being closed. This was immediately followed by a hand clamping itself over his mouth, muffling his further protests. Joe began to struggle, but the man’s other hand had a firm grip on him.
“Quiet,” a breathy voice said in his ear. “You won’t come to any harm if you do exactly what I tell you.”
Joe began to turn to see who was ambushing him.
“No, eyes front and center.”
“Hum, um,” Joe mumbled unintelligibly into the man’s palm, and recommenced his struggles.
“Quit wriggling, your piss is going everywhere.” The voice was calm, unhurried, strangely soothing.
But all his senses told Joe to fight, to run away.
“Joe, please don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.”
Somehow the words penetrated Joe’s feverishly racing brain, and much to his surprise he began to relax. His assailant angled Joe's hips and the rest of his stream flowed into the urinal.
“Great, man. I’m gonna take my hand from your mouth now. Will you promise not to yell? I promise you won’t be harmed.”
Joe considered the question. There was a certain element of kinky enjoyment mixed in with his fear. He slowly nodded his assent and the hand was removed.
“What’s going on? Who are you?” Despite everything, Joe remembered to talk quietly.
“It’s okay, little one. I know you have questions. All will be revealed soon. All I ask is that you trust me a bit longer. Can you do that?” The voice sounded odd, as if its owner was trying to disguise it by talking gruffly.
“Uh, yeah.” This was seven kinds of weird, but oddly, Joe didn’t feel scared. He was miffed the guy called him little one though. Joe may have only been five feet even, but that didn’t give him the right to…
“Thank you, little one.”
Joe ground his teeth. Where did this dude get off calling him that? He was about to say something when the guy’s next words froze the comment in his throat.
“I’m going to put a blindfold on you.”
Joe tried to turn around, but the hand went back to his mouth and held him still. An arm wrapped around him to prevent the rest of his body from moving.
“Joe, don’t fight me. I repeat what I said earlier. If you cooperate, you won’t be harmed.”
Joe’s struggles slowly began to lessen, and the man loosened his hold.
“You’re being very brave, and trust me, this will be rewarded.”
A strip of cloth fell over Joe’s eyes and was tightened at the back of his head.
“Doing great, bud. Really great.” The voice never lost any of its calm reassurance or its gruff disguise.
Joe’s mind, now it had had time to process things a little, began to wonder as to the identity of his attacker. The guy was certainly strong, but from what he could tell, wasn’t much taller than he was.
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