Chapter 17 - The Cousins Arrive
The Sun was high in the sky and all three of us were sweating heavily. I could see the beads of sweat on my father and uncle’s foreheads and all over their muscular chests and abdomens. The guys were working physically for quite some time now, so it wasn’t a surprise to see them like all exhausted and sweaty. I, on the other hand, couldn’t work: my arms were bound strictly behind my back and fastened to my torso. No matter how much I wanted to wiggle my hands free, the knot were just too tight. The gag in my mouth didn’t help either; my father’s wet, gross, slimy boxers were forced into my mouth and held there by two bandannas. And on top of that, over ten circles of extra strong duct tape, to keep the gag in place. I could only moan and mumble unintelligibly.
When the car stopped I was scared a little. I knew that neither my father, nor my uncle would untie me; which meant I would have to greet my cousins all bound and gagged. I hesitated for a while, not knowing what I should do; I knew Shawn and Jacob and we got on quite well, but I wasn’t sure how they would react when they see me like this. And yet, it was impossible for me to hide anywhere, so I just thought I would stand next to my father and meet with my two cousins.
Jacob got out first. He was twenty one, over 180cm tall, blue eyes and beard. He was shirtless, which allowed me to see his nicely tanned six pack. He was usually wearing a baseball cap on his head. He was a nice guy, very protective of his younger brother, Shawn. I liked the guy a lot and it was always fun to have him around.
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Shawn got out next. He was nineteen, he was clean shaven and had brown eyes. He had an athletic built. He and his brother were best friends and I was sort of jealous about it; I always wanted to have a brother, but that didn’t happen.
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When the guys saw me, the burst into laughter. I couldn’t blame them; I would probably do the same if I saw one of them all trussed up, with the lower face duct taped completely. I moaned into the gag, which caused Jacob to laugh even more. After some time they calmed down enough to shake hands with my father and uncle and ask what was going on.
“Steven, you want to do the talking?” My dad asked me and looked me in the eye, putting his arm around my neck, like if we were best buddies.
“mmmpphh….” I tried to speak, but the gag was silencing me well.
“No? You don’t want to? All right, your uncle can do it.” He said teasingly and placed his palm over my already gagged mouth again.
“You see boys…” Uncle Jack started. “Steven likes being like this. He asked Dave once to tie him up, but my brother didn’t do a good job and Steven freed himself. I guess he thought his father wouldn’t be able to fulfill his dreams. A few days ago, he was staying at my place and asked me to handcuff him. I complied and after we arrived here I decided to have a little fun with little Steve and roped him up completely. Basically, he hasn’t been free since then.”
“Fuck, Steven, I didn’t know you like this kind of stuff, you little pervert..” Jacob said when my uncle finished.
“mmmpphh..” I tried to protest.
“What is he gagged with, anyway? His mouth seems to be awfully stuffed…” Shawn aasked.
“Just my boxers. He’s doing a washing for me, boys.”
“WHAT?! Steven, you’re having your father’s boxers in your mouth? The same boxers that touched your father’s groin? And… his soldier?! That is so fucking humiliating, dude!”
My cousins were obviously stunned by what they heard, but I guess they didn’t have any problems with me chewing on my dad’s underwear. After the explanations about my predicament they both went behind my back to shake my tied hand. It was a strange feeling, but I liked it; it showed me how little I could do. Even as everyday thing as shaking hands with people was taken away from me.
“Ok, boys, let’s get you unpacked move your luggage to the house.” My father said and let go of my mouth.
I watched my dad and uncle help my cousins drag their suitcases to the living room. Being completely unable to help I just followed them and watched Jacob and Shawn unpack their stuff and put them into their bedrooms. All the guys were ignoring my presence; as if having a bound and gagged guy around was perfectly normal. My cousins talked about their trip, all of them were laughing. My dad and uncle gave Shawn and Jacob two beers and the four of them enjoyed a cold drink, while I had to taste my father’s sweat.
“You must be starving, guys, let me prepare something for dinner.” Uncle Jack said.
“I’ll help you, bro. You guys keep an eye on that brat, we can’t have him escape.” My dad said pointing at me.
“You can count on that, uncle Dave!” Shawn said and stood me up.
He and his brother marched me to Jacob’s bedroom and told me to sit on the bed. I was a little nervous at the moment, I had no idea what their intentions were.
“So, Steven.” Jacob spoke. “You like being restrained, huh?”
The guys kept staring at me. This was awkward; being totally helpless in front of my cousins was a new experience for me and I didn’t know what to do. After a few seconds I decided I have nothing to lose and nodded my head. I also tried to speak through the gag and turn around, indicating that I want them to untie me.
“Not a chance, buddy.” Shawn said, understanding what I was doing. “We’re not untying you, and the gag stays on.”
“Yeah, keep your father’s briefs there, they must be delicious!” Jacob teased me a little and we all laughed.
I didn’t expect this to be so easy; neither of my cousins seemed bothered with my strange… desires. They were totally ok with that. This made me really happy and calmed me down a lot. The guys pushed me on the bed, Shawn left the room and Jacob started unpacking his clothes and other stuff, ignoring me completely. I moaned a little, which only made my cousin smile a little. I loved it.
“Dinner is ready, boys!!” Came a shout from my father.
“Let’s get you downstairs, Steven.” Jacob said and helped me stand up.
He marched me downstairs and we all sat at the table. Of course no one even bothered to untie me, so I just sat there, waiting for the guys to untie me, or at least feed me. It didn’t happen until all four of them were full. My father removed the tape from my face, untied the bandanas and helped me spit his boxers out. I moved my jaw a little.
“Wow, this is a nice stuffing, dude…” Shawn said in awe.
“Yeah, big soldier needs a big uniform!” My father explained and winked. We all laughed at his joke.
For some reason I expected to be completely untied, but my dad had another idea. He helped me with the dinner and fed me. He also let me drink two glasses of water, which was a nice variation. After tasting my father’s sweat for the whole day it was really great to drink some normal liquid. After dinner my dad marched me to the bathroom and helped me… do my business. It was such a degradation and humiliation to pee with my dad around. When I was done he put my little soldier into my khaki briefs and zipped the trousers up.
“So, how are we going to restrain Steven for the night?” My father asked when we returned to the kitchen.
“Come on Dammmpphh…” My dad clamped his sweaty palm around my mouth and said: “I’m not asking you, son.”
“You got any idea, boys?” My uncle asked his sons and lit up a cigar.
“Actually I do have an idea, Dad!” Jacob replied and carried on: “I have my military sleeping bag with me, we can bound Steven and place him inside it. Since the bag is really warm we can leave him on the porch, the neighborhood is safe, so nothing wrong will happen to him!”
“Do you like the idea, son?” My dad asked and I shook my head no. But my eyes were saying something else…
“Decided then! Bring the bag, boys, and I’ll deal with the prisoner.” Uncle Jack spoke.
He grabbed the ropes and started binding my legs together. He roped my ankles, calves and thighs parallel to each other, making sure the knots are tight and inescapable. Then he added more rope over my upper body to further restrain my arms. He also tightened the ropes tying my wrists together.
While my uncle was busy with the roping, my father stuffed my mouth with his boxers, again. He pushed them inside, taking his time to stuff my mouth completely. Next came the bandanas; he cleave gagged me with both of them, forcing the boxers even more into my overstuffed mouth. And finally the duct tape. My father wrapped it over twenty times around my lower face.
“Since you’re sleeping outside, I need to silence you as much as I can, kid.” My dad said when he tore the tape from the roll and smoothed it on my cheek.
“I think our little prisoner likes being restrained even more that he admits…” My uncle stated, pointing at the bulge in my trousers.
“Mmmpphhh!”
“We got the bag, Dad!” I heard Jacob.
My dad put me on his shoulder and went outside. I saw the sleeping bag: it was a woodland military, it looked very warm. I had my objections about being stuffed in there for the whole night, but fighting against four jocks wasn’t an option.
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“OK guys, let’s get him inside!” My father said and zipped the bag open.
The four of them placed me inside the bag, making sure I am comfortable there. When they packed me I realized how hot the bag is. I was already beginning to sweat. I moaned into my gag, but the guys ignored me. My uncle zipped the bag up, leaving only my head out. What he did next surprised me: he started tying the rope over the bag, making it cling to my body. He roped me all the way from my feet to my neck.
“All right guys, Steven won’t bother us anymore today.” My uncle said. “What do you say if we spend the rest of the evening here? We can have a few beers or something.”
“Wait a while, guys.” My dad replied and went inside. He returned a short while later holding his cigar box and four bottles of beer.
From where I was bound I could easily look at the guys. Four masculine dudes were now sitting at the table, smoking their cigars and drinking beer. They were chatting and having a good time. For most of the time they didn’t even bother looking at me. Only now and then my dad cast me a quick glance to see it I was all right.
I was in heaven; my raging boner was a proof of that…