5.10.06
ST: SA 09 Be careful what you wish for - Troy Doby
[A continuation of The Hacker, from the other point of view.]
I was awakened by the pain of my wrists clanging against the bed posts and I suddenly realized someone was sitting on my back. "WHAT THE HELL," I yelled, but it was useless since my head was pushed down into the pillow. I struggled a bit, but it too was useless. The adrenoline was pumping through me. What was going on? Then, I heard a voice. I recognized it, but I wasn't sure whose it was. He was trying to disguise his voice by lowering it a couple of octaves. Nevertheless, there was still a very identifiable Texas drawl there. That only narrowed it down to about half the guys in the dorm. The dorm was locked at night, so it had to be somebody from the dorm. Who was this and what did they want? My heart was racing.
He was still on top of me and pushed something into my back. It wasn't painful, but he told me it was a knife. Yeah, right. It was not a knife or else it was the bluntest knife in the world. That didn't mean, however, that whatever it was, it couldn't hurt if pushed hard enough and I knew it. So I calmed down a bit. So, what is going on? Is this some fag trying to rape me? God, I hope not. At any rate, I decided to cooperate at least until I saw an opening of some kind and then there would be hell to pay. I was frightened, but it was under control. He let my head up slightly out of the pillow, but slipped a gag around my mouth. Then he loosened my wrists and legs from the bed, got up off of me and sat me up. He told me several times he wasn't going to hurt me, but I wasn't absolutely convinced of this.
All the time, he was in control. I started to flex, but wham, he tightened the ropes and said again, "Look, I am not here to hurt you. You cooperate and you are going to enjoy this. I know you will." That was a relief. I finally began to believe everything might be ok. He pushed me down into the chair by my desk and tied me there. The lights came on and I could see him for the first time as he came back from the light switch by the door. This was the first mistake he had made, I thought. I could actually see him. He was wearing a hood with eye holes poked through. He was tall, over six feet, and thin. Well, that narrowed it down to about ten guys in the dorm. Who was this and what did he have in mind?
It then became clear what he had in mind. He picked up my hair with one hand, the scissors with the other and began snipping away. He was telling me my hair basically looked like shit and that this was going to be a big improvement. This was really a relief. This was a fantasy of mine come to life, to tell you the truth. Man, oh, man. Nobody knew this because I had never expressed it except over the internet. Who was this guy? How did he figure it out? He was pretty clever, I thought, whoever he is.
He had fun snipping and clipping and finally shaving. I could tell he did. I did too. I couldn't see the clock from where I was seated and I'm not a great estimator of time, but I guess it lasted for ten to fifteen minutes. I had totally calmed down now.
Well, he finally finished and he rubbed his hand over my head. Man, was it clean or what. He said, "I do a pretty good job, don't I?" I had to agree and shook my head slowly, involuntarily. I stopped when I realized what a dork I was for doing that. He just laughed. "Look, I'm going to take the gag off now. But don't you say a word, okay?" I shook my head in agreement again. He then put aftershave lotion on my head and now it was really slick. He loosened the ropes slightly and went over to the lights, shut them off and slipped out the door.
I struggled to get free of the ropes, rushed over to the door, opened it slightly and looked out. I could see somebody going back into his room down at the end of the hall, though I only caught a glimpse from behind. Let's see, is that Mike's room or Peter's. I wasn't sure. Both were tall and thin, so I wasn't sure. No way to know unless I walked down there, which is what I did. It was Mike's room. It figures. Mike's got an absolutely perfect high and tight flattop. He would get into divesting a long-haired guy of his locks. Oh, am I going to have some fun with him I thought as I tip-toed back to my room. So Mikey had made his second and his really big mistake. I knew who had some fun with me. Revenge is a tasty morsel best served cold!
When I got back to my room, I switched on the lights and noticed it was half past five. And what a mess. I picked up the hair and it filled the trash can. Time to go back to bed. Funny thing is, I hadn't locked the door.
I was awakened by the pain of my wrists clanging against the bed posts and I suddenly realized someone was sitting on my back. "WHAT THE HELL," I yelled, but it was useless since my head was pushed down into the pillow. I struggled a bit, but it too was useless. The adrenoline was pumping through me. What was going on? Then, I heard a voice. I recognized it, but I wasn't sure whose it was. He was trying to disguise his voice by lowering it a couple of octaves. Nevertheless, there was still a very identifiable Texas drawl there. That only narrowed it down to about half the guys in the dorm. The dorm was locked at night, so it had to be somebody from the dorm. Who was this and what did they want? My heart was racing.
He was still on top of me and pushed something into my back. It wasn't painful, but he told me it was a knife. Yeah, right. It was not a knife or else it was the bluntest knife in the world. That didn't mean, however, that whatever it was, it couldn't hurt if pushed hard enough and I knew it. So I calmed down a bit. So, what is going on? Is this some fag trying to rape me? God, I hope not. At any rate, I decided to cooperate at least until I saw an opening of some kind and then there would be hell to pay. I was frightened, but it was under control. He let my head up slightly out of the pillow, but slipped a gag around my mouth. Then he loosened my wrists and legs from the bed, got up off of me and sat me up. He told me several times he wasn't going to hurt me, but I wasn't absolutely convinced of this.
All the time, he was in control. I started to flex, but wham, he tightened the ropes and said again, "Look, I am not here to hurt you. You cooperate and you are going to enjoy this. I know you will." That was a relief. I finally began to believe everything might be ok. He pushed me down into the chair by my desk and tied me there. The lights came on and I could see him for the first time as he came back from the light switch by the door. This was the first mistake he had made, I thought. I could actually see him. He was wearing a hood with eye holes poked through. He was tall, over six feet, and thin. Well, that narrowed it down to about ten guys in the dorm. Who was this and what did he have in mind?
It then became clear what he had in mind. He picked up my hair with one hand, the scissors with the other and began snipping away. He was telling me my hair basically looked like shit and that this was going to be a big improvement. This was really a relief. This was a fantasy of mine come to life, to tell you the truth. Man, oh, man. Nobody knew this because I had never expressed it except over the internet. Who was this guy? How did he figure it out? He was pretty clever, I thought, whoever he is.
He had fun snipping and clipping and finally shaving. I could tell he did. I did too. I couldn't see the clock from where I was seated and I'm not a great estimator of time, but I guess it lasted for ten to fifteen minutes. I had totally calmed down now.
Well, he finally finished and he rubbed his hand over my head. Man, was it clean or what. He said, "I do a pretty good job, don't I?" I had to agree and shook my head slowly, involuntarily. I stopped when I realized what a dork I was for doing that. He just laughed. "Look, I'm going to take the gag off now. But don't you say a word, okay?" I shook my head in agreement again. He then put aftershave lotion on my head and now it was really slick. He loosened the ropes slightly and went over to the lights, shut them off and slipped out the door.
I struggled to get free of the ropes, rushed over to the door, opened it slightly and looked out. I could see somebody going back into his room down at the end of the hall, though I only caught a glimpse from behind. Let's see, is that Mike's room or Peter's. I wasn't sure. Both were tall and thin, so I wasn't sure. No way to know unless I walked down there, which is what I did. It was Mike's room. It figures. Mike's got an absolutely perfect high and tight flattop. He would get into divesting a long-haired guy of his locks. Oh, am I going to have some fun with him I thought as I tip-toed back to my room. So Mikey had made his second and his really big mistake. I knew who had some fun with me. Revenge is a tasty morsel best served cold!
When I got back to my room, I switched on the lights and noticed it was half past five. And what a mess. I picked up the hair and it filled the trash can. Time to go back to bed. Funny thing is, I hadn't locked the door.
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