Giles had woken early to fuck the young man, Troy he thought the name was, one last time. A gag kept the complaints down but Giles quickly came to regret keeping the man bound all night. His legs weren't working well and Giles had to heft him up to get him into the car. A quick memory spell ensured that Troy wouldn't recall exactly whom he'd been with or exactly where he'd been. "Where can I drop you off?"
The git actually had the nerve to cry. "Please, just don't hurt me."
"I'm trying to take you home," Giles growled through clenched teeth. Honestly, why did everything have to be so bloody difficult. "Where is it?"
"Right up there." The berk pointed to the corner.
"I know you're not from this neighborhood. Don't think you can get me to drop you off near my home so you can find your way back. That won't work. Unless you want me to tie you up again."
"No. No."
"Then where?"
"Corner of McDowell and Washington."
Out of the way to the high-school, but not too far off. Giles didn't take him to the corner, if the lad were canny enough he'd have friends watching out for him, friends who wouldn't be under the memory spell, but there was a small playground nearby, one where he could slip in, drop the lad off, and make his getaway before his car was noticed. Troy still couldn't stand but that should wear off in a few hours. All of this was rather a nuisance though. He was going to have to find partners who didn't mind it a bit on the rough side.