When the three giant soldiers left the room, me and Shawn looked each other in the eye. It was the first time the two of us were alone together and I finally had a chance to look at him more closely; earlier I was too busy with the show that our captors provided. The guy was very handsome and seemed to be quite well built, although he was nothing compared to his super muscular father, or his two alpha buddies. As I was eyeing him I realized he was doing the same; he was observing me from his chair and when our eyes met he nodded and winked at me. I did the same and even though Shawn’s lower face was all covered in super sticky duct tape, I could swear that he was smiling. The jock was bound with miles of rope which kept him mercilessly fastened to the chair and was gagged with his own father’s nasty socks, but there was no anger or disappointment in his gaze. From what I had heard about him I could understand that he was enjoying his predicament as much as I was enjoying mine. At that moment I realized that it would be great to talk to him about our strange leanings and needs; after all, he was the first guy I met who loved being at the same end of the bondage relationship as I did.
We kept staring at each other and making very muffled noises into our gags, but it was obvious that our restraints were flawless and none of us would be able to free himself without help. We had no other choice but to try and communicate with only our eyes and maybe using our heads. We did our best, but it turned out that it was too difficult; we didn’t know each other at all at that moment, so it was hard to deduct what the other one had in mind. We could only sit there, roped to our chairs and gagged. After we stopped our attempts to talk with each other I focused more on admiring my fellow prisoner’s tied up silhouette. I loved being bound and silenced, but having company moved my bondage experience to whole new level. Until that moment I had never realized how great it could be to not only be mercilessly roped up, but also watching another tied up guy, while being restrained. Unfortunately I didn’t have too much time to think about it; soon I heard heavy footsteps and the three muscular blokes entered the gym room.
“I hope you guys enjoyed each other’s company. You’re going to spend a lot of time together.” Mr. Parker said with a grin on his face.
“Yeah, but don’t think you’ll get too much time to get to know each other. The guys and I have decided to give you an hour or so before dinner tonight, but that’s all you’re getting.” Mr. Millburn added.
“Mmmpphh…” I tried to speak.
“Don’t worry, kid, we’re not going to untie you. We’re professionals, prisoner, and we can’t take the risk to let two jocks like you two be unrestrained…” Mr. Bolton joined in the conversation.
“Yeah, and speaking about dinner… I don’t feel like cooking today, so why don’t we order something? Chinese food or some steaks would be perfect after all that wrestling….” Mr. Parker said.
“I don’t have anything against it, but Ryan won’t eat that. We can order something easily digested, like boiled potatoes, noodle soup, steamed vegetables…” Mr. Millburn replied.
“Mmmmpphhh!!” I tried to protest.
“Shut your fucking mouth, kid! I am not only your Master, but also a medic and you’ll eat whatever I tell you!” Mr. Millburn’s voice was stern and rough; the soldier definitely knew how to put me in my place.
“All right. Scott, you know what’s best for our prisoner here, so why don’t you go downstairs and order the meals and Rick and I will untie the boys from their chairs and lock them up somewhere?”
“Fine by me. Just make sure they’re restrained well, guys!”
“You don’t have to tell me this, man!” Mr. Parker and Mr. Bolton laughed.
Mr. Millburn left the gym room and his shirtless buddies started working on Shawn’s bonds. I was watching as the two giant soldiers were removing the ropes from the guy’s body, folding them neatly and putting the coils on the floor. Since we were both fastened to the chair with miles of ropes, it took the guys quite some time to untie everything. When Shawn had only his hands bound behind his back, the brutes stood him up from the chair and then immediately made him lie on the floor on his stomach and with his head between my feet. He was protesting a little, but his father ignored him and sat on his son’s back to immobilize him. The jock yelled into his gag, when the giant mass landed on him, but could do nothing more. Mr. Bolton started undoing the ropes from my legs and Mr. Parker finally removed the super hot puffer jackets from my body and started working on the bonds on my torso and arms. After what seemed like a quarter I was almost completely free; like Shawn, I had only my arms tied up behind my back and I was still gagged, although not as cruelly as my new bondage partner.
“Listen carefully, boys, here is the deal: we’re going to remove your gags and give you something to drink. Once you gulp everything down we’ll ask if you need to use the toilet. You’ll nod or shake your heads, you’re both forbidden to speak. If any of you makes a sound you’ll both get punished. I hope you understand.” Mr. Parker said sternly and we both nodded.
The muscular hunks helped us stand up and they removed our gags; Mr. Bolton took the huge mass of clothes from his son’s mouth and Mr. Parker unwound the sticky duct tape from my lower face. Once our mouths were free we both stretched them a little before drinking the water. Shawn gulped down more than half of the bottle in no time; I was also thirsty so I finished the rest. Our captors asked us if we wanted to use the toilet and we both shook our heads. The soldiers smiled and grabbed some rope from the floor to restrain our arms; apparently they thought that having our wrists bound wasn’t enough. Once they tied our upper arms and elbows together, they created a sophisticated chest harnesses with the rope and fastened our arms to our chests. Satisfied with their work, they marched us to another room. It was small, but it didn’t matter. When we entered they checked our bonds one more time before they left.
“You now have our permission to speak. We’ll lock you here and come back for you when our dinner has arrived. When you hear us unlocking the door you’ll immediately stop talking and remain silent. Got that?”
“Yes, Sir!” Shawn and I said simultaneously.
“Good. One more thing before we go: How are you feeling, Ryan?”
“I’m fine, Sir, thank you.”
“All right, then.”
Mr. Parker and Mr. Bolton left the room and locked the door behind them…
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