Carjacking

I was taking my usual route to work one day when I turned the corner to watch a commotion at the liquor store where I picked up my weekend libations.

I was sitting in the middle of the street as two men in black hoodies ran up and jumped in my car.

“Drive!” The taller of the two men yelled at me. I snapped the car into gear and we drove off. Three blocks away he demanded that I pull over. I was muscled into the backseat and my gym bag was pulled over my head. My hands were wrapped with duct tape. The two men talked sparingly as they drove around for several minutes. They eventually pulled in a cool, oily smelling place and turned the car off.

One of them grabbed my jacket and dragged me out of the vehicle. I was led to another room and thrown in a wooden office chair. My hands were additionally taped to one of the chair’s arms. I heard the door lock. I heard mumbles from the other room through what felt like hours until I felt my bladder swelling in need of discharge.

“I need to use the restroom, ” I yelled.

No answer.

“Hey. Hey. I have to piss.” More mumbling from the other room was followed by a long pause. The tape binding me to the chair was ripped through and I was led across the room. The gym bag was unceremoniously pulled off my head.

The thinner man aimed me into the small toilet off the office I had been sitting in all this time. I was having trouble getting my pants open when he yelled, “Hurry the fuck up.”

I spoke quietly. I didn’t know how he was going to react. “I can’t get my cock out with my hands tied.”

“Why? Can’t find it?”

I am of average size so the comment less an insult than his attempt to keep me in line. I watched as a hand reached around, opened my zipper, and reached inside. The hand took hold of me and tugged it out.