>>2236795We made it to the waterfall, which in reality was just a trickle of water down a dynamite blasted, moss covered rock face. Jason was already swaying slightly from the drugs, looking drunk. I surveyed my surroundings, there was no one around.
"Jason."
His head bumped into his side window.
"I'm going to get my bag Jason."
I reached behind my seat into the bucket seat area, grabbing my black overnight bag. Jason's body began to go into that soft, pliable paralysis where you still have awareness of your surroundings. I pulled out the ball gag first. It was black leather with a bright red ball, the most recognizable type. His eyes blew wide and his mouth made a groan of dread, a tiny amount of saliva trickling down his stubbled chin unbidden.
"I see you know what this is," I commented, looking in my rearview to make sure the coast was still clear. I easily slipped it into his mouth and secured it behind his drooping head. His eyes looked at me, pleading, as his head collapsed on the dashboard facing me. The look of helplessness and fear on his face went straight to my arousal.
"We're going to a more discreet location now. I'm willing to bet if I drive far enough up this way I'll come across some old logging roads."
We drove in silence, the only sound was his breathing through his nose. I found a somewhat overgrown logging road and drove up it far enough to not be seen from the main road, but not so far as to scratch my car and leave evidence I'd been there. Hopping out and circling around, I opened Jason's door. He struggled to remain lucid as the full weight of the dose I had given settled over him. His body was warm and slender but somewhat rank given his homelessness, and I settled him on the cold ground. Jason's body sprawled face down in patch of dandelion greens.
