Chapter 3
A couple of weeks after Dad had pretended to be a kidnapper and assaulted me in the house I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone. It was still quite early in the morning, but it was already obvious that it would be a pretty warm day; the Sun was high in the sky and there were no clouds which could darken it. I read some articles on the internet and left the bed with a clear plan for the day; since both me and my father had holidays that day, I wanted to get roped up by him again. Now that he knew that I loved being tightly restrained and silenced, asking him to do it wasn’t that difficult or stressful. I was already picturing myself getting expertly bound and then gagged when I went to the bathroom and toilet. When I was done with my morning routine I went back to my bedroom to change; I put on a pair of fresh socks, Nike shorts and T-shirt and my favorite TN black sneakers. I was about to leave the room and head downstairs to talk with my father when I heard a knock on the door and after a moment he entered my room. I was a little surprised to see him wear only his military pants with the wide black belt and army boots, but since it was hot I thought it was quite natural to be shirtless.
“Hey Dad, I was just about to go downstairs to talk with you… Has something happened?” I asked anxiously when he closed the door behind him.
“No, nothing, why?”
“You don’t usually come to my room, Dad.”
“Really? Well, never mind that for now. I suspect that the thing you wanted to talk about was me tying you up again, am I right son?”
“You know me too well, Dad…” I replied with a broad smile on my face.
“You are like an open book to me, kiddo… Anyway, if you really want me to do it, you’ll have to say ‘party’…”
“Party!” I interrupted him.
“Not now!” Dad looked at me as if I was a complete idiot, but I saw sparkles of amusement in his eyes. “I want you to decide when you get downstairs.”
“Oh, ok… but can you tell me why?”
“No!”
Dad ruffled my hair playfully and left the room. I looked at the door puzzled a little bit, but didn’t think too much about what my father had said; after all, there was only one way to find out what was going on, so I followed his steps and headed downstairs, to the living room. When I was on the stairs I heard some people talking and laughing loudly. Once I reached the bottom I noticed two other men in the house; just like my father, one of them was shirtless and wearing their military pants with wide black leather belts and army boots, the other one had his army shirt on. They were very muscular and well built; their arm muscles were huge and their six packs were splendiferous; it was clear they were spending much time in the gym, carving their bodies. When the two alpha hunks realized I was there, staring at them, they smiled and came closer to me to say hello. I suspected that they were extremely strong, but they almost crushed my palm when we shook hands; it took all my will power to not wince or grimace. After all I didn’t want them to think that I was a sissy or something.
“Nice to meet you, kiddo.” Mr. Hunter, the bearded soldier, said.
“Nice to meet you too, Sir. Are you and Dad going somewhere? Has something happened?”
“No, everything is fine. But sometimes your father and us like to spend some time together outside of work to relax. You know... have a few drinks, smoke cigars, talk about meaningless stuff, watch a game on TV, you get the idea, right?” Mr. Lewis asked.
“Yeah, of course I do!”
“If so, then I guess you also know that this get-together should stay just between us, right? There is no need to tell your mother about it. Women not always understand what men need.” Dad added.
“Oh yeah, this I get all right!”
“Fuck, your kid is smart! One day he will grow up to be a decent man, bro!” Mr. Hunter praised me and ruffled my short hair playfully.
“One more thing, kiddo. Your father and us will want a nice, peaceful and quiet evening, so be so kind and don’t disturb our meeting, ok?”
“You don’t need to worry about it, Stan. I’m sure my son can find an entertainment for the time, right buddy?” My father asked and I saw sparkles in his eyes.
“I’m sure he can… All right, let’s get going guys, we need to do some shopping while it’s still early.”
The two muscular hunks didn’t even bother putting on their shirts; they left the house shirtless and soon I could hear the engine of our car start. I was standing in the hallway, finally fully understanding what my father had in his mind when he had told me about that ‘party’ trick. I returned to my room to think about his offer, but deep down I already knew what my decision would be. The opportunity was perfect; Dad would tie me up in my room and spend the lazy evening with his buddies while I would be alone, mercilessly roped up and silenced. I didn’t know for how long my father and his friends would be gone, but I decided to do all the preparations. I used the bathroom and myself a few sandwiches; after all, I had no idea how much time I would spend bound so it seemed a good idea to grab something to eat before that. Once I finished my meal I heard the car parking at our driveway. I was surprised they dealt with the shopping so quickly, but when I looked at the clock I realized that they were gone for over an hour.
“Hey kiddo, I hope you came up with something fun for the afternoon and evening!” Mr. Lewis said with a smile on his face as he put two large packs of beer on the floor.
“Well, actually I did. Since the three of you probably want the house to yourselves and don’t want me to get in your way, I thought that I might as well go to the party my friend Jack is hosting.” I said as innocently as I could.
“Jack is throwing a party? No way in hell I am letting you go there, son! You remember the last time right? His brothers not only drank themselves blind, but also offer the alcohol to you! Both of you!”
“They did it only once, Dad! And they got punished, you know that.”
“No, you won’t go there, John! And that’s final!”
“We’ll see about that…” I mumbled to myself.
“What was that?!” My father asked furiously and then turned to his army buddies: “Guys, you still remember what to do when we want a man to stay put and don’t cause any troubles, right?”
“Fuck, bro, no way you want to actually do it to your son!” Mr. Lewis said and laughed.
“I don’t think we have a choice here; the kid is apparently going to do something stupid and I’m not in the mood for having my evening disturbed…” Mr. Hunter replied with a sinister tone.
“All right, then! Stan, you cover the front. Bob, you do the middle, I’ll take the back and then move on!” My father said.
“Front? Back? What the hell are you guys talking about!?” I asked, completely taken aback.
The three muscular hunks didn’t bother explaining anything to me, but soon I understood well what they meant; in no time Mr. Lewis was right next to me and clamped his huge palm brutally over my lower face, silencing me neatly. I moaned into his giant gag and tried to reach his arms with mine, but the moment I made my move Mr. Hunter grabbed both of my upper limbs and twisted them forcefully behind my back. Even though I was no match for the two aggressive behemoths I didn’t stop fighting and doing my best to escape their vice like grip. The soldiers just laughed at my pathetic attempts to free myself and forced me on the floor on my stomach. The moment my body touched the wooden surface I felt Mr. Hunter sit on my lower back. I moaned again, surprised by his weight, but there was nothing I could do about it; cruelly hand gagged and with my arms behind my back I could only wait for the turn of events.
“Keep him like this, guys, I’ll bring some stuff to bind him!” Dad told his buddies.
“Mmmhhh!!”
“No worries, he won’t escape…”
While my father was gone I kept wiggling and struggling, but no matter how hard I tried, all my efforts were futile; the two hunks definitely knew how to keep a guy still and quiet. Of course that didn’t stop me and soon I started sweating. After a while I had to rest for a while, which cased the two brutes to taunt and tease me. I got a little angry and I acted before I thought everything through; I bent my legs and his Mr. Hunter’s back with my feet. I let out a satisfied grunt into Mr. Lewis’s palm.
“You’re gonna regret that, kiddo… I was going to tell your father to go easy on you, but since you are so feisty I think we’ll give you the full treatment.” I heard Mr. Hunter’s ominous voice.
“Mmmhhh….”
“Too late for this, John! Hitting my buddy wasn’t wise…”
I was about to renew my efforts to escape when my father returned to the living room carrying a large black duffel bag. He put it next to my legs and knelt down, ready to start his work, but before he did, his buddies told him what I did and suggested that I should be bound to the full extent, as if I was their war prisoner. Dad agreed and soon I felt him pressing my legs together, parallel to each other. Fighting or resisting wasn’t an option in my position, so I waited patiently and felt the muscular soldier wrap some rope around my ankles, tightly and professionally. After cinching the last knot, my father moved up and did the same to my calves, then right above the knees and finally my thighs. When he was finished I could only wiggle my feet and toes.
“That’ll do the trick for now. Bob, put his wrists nest to each other.”
Dad moved to my side and squatted. I expected him to start binding my hands together, but instead, he grabbed some rope and began wrapping it around my forearms, right below my elbows. At first I had no idea what he had in mind, but soon I felt my elbows moving close to each other and moaned angrily into the humiliating hand gag. Dad ignored my pleas and cinched the knot, making sure that my arms would stay parallel to each other. Soon I felt more rope being wrapped around my forearms, going from my elbows to my wrists. When the last knot was tied tightly I thought that my father was done, but he used even more rope to bind my wrists together.
“Bro, you aren’t going easy on him…”
“No, but he is tough enough to take it.”
“Mmmhhh!”
When my arms and legs were properly immobilized and there was no way I could escape Mr. Hunter stood up. I moaned in relief when his weight disappeared from my back, but it was a fugacious feeling; My father grabbed several very long coils of rope and his friend lifted me up a little. Dad used the space between me and the floor to wrap the rope around my body at the level of my upper arms, forearms and wrists, pinning my upper limbs mercilessly to my torso. The two of them created some sort of harnesses to make sure that none of the rope would loosen. At that moment I was afraid that it might have not been the best idea to push my luck and kick Mr. Hunter, but it was too late; I was being tied up much more I could expect and I had a feeling that the guys are far from being over.
“All right, he’s ready for the hogtie!” Dad announced when he checked all the knots on my arms.
“Mmmhhhh!!”
Even though I tried to protest, I soon felt my legs being bent and pressed brutally towards my buttocks. At that time I was extremely grateful for all the exercises I had done which made my body flexible. While one of the soldiers was keeping my bound limbs still, the other one was connecting my ankles with my wrists, elbows and the thighs. After a few minutes they finished and by the time they did, I was completely helpless. I was sure that no amount of struggling would get me out of that roping.
“All right, time to shut you up, son. I was going to be lenient about the gag, but since you hit my buddy, you’ll get the full treatment. Maybe this will teach you not to be rude to our guests….”
The two shirtless soldiers rolled me on my side and Mr. Lewis finally removed his sweaty palm from my lower face, but before I could utter a sound he grabbed my jaw and pressed his fingers into my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth. The moment I did Dad started pushing something inside; I didn’t see what it was, but the taste was awful and I immediately wanted that thing out. Once it was all packed in my father took something else and forced it into my yap as well. Now my whole oral cavity was stuffed to the limits and I couldn’t even whimper.
“Get me the tape!”
Mr. Hunter passed my father the giant roll of military grade, super strong duct tape. The muscular hunk didn’t waste the time; he unwound some and pressed it against my mouth. The ripping sound filled the room as my father kept wrapping the ultra sticky tape around my head over ten times, making each layer pressed tightly over my face. When he finally tore the tape off and smoothed the loose end I could only stare at him and his friends. I tried speaking, but only an extremely muffled moan came out. The soldiers seemed satisfied with their work; Mr. Lewis ruffled my hair playfully and they got up.
“All right, let’s clean up the ropes and tape and we can start !”
That was it for me; no matter how much I struggled or moaned into my oversized gag, the giant hunks took no notice of me. Once they made sure I was secured they focused on their own entertainments. The hunks smoked cigars, drank beer, played cards, watched the game on TV, talked about their plans for vacations… all that time ignoring my struggling and attempts to speak. From time to time one of them came to me to check if all the bonds are as secured as they should be, but that was actually all the attention they paid to me that day. Their little get together party lasted for several hours and by the time my father’s friends left it was already dark. I expected him to finally set me free, but he didn’t. Instead he cleaned the mess first and washed the dishes. He came to me when everything was done.
“Hope you liked your day in ropes son. I don’t know if you did that on purpose, but angering Bob came out really well!”
“mmmmhhh….”
“All right, all right…”
Dad started undoing my bonds and after ten minutes I was completely free. I rushed to the bathroom and then helped my father with the ropes.
“All right, I’m off to bed, John. Have a good night!”
“See you in the morning, Dad, good night!”
I went to grab something to eat and then went to my bedroom. When I was tied up in that cruel hogtie I thought that once I get free I wouldn’t want to be bound again for quite some time. Apparently I was wrong; before I fell asleep I was already picturing myself in ropes again…
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The mummification like that I see is rare in the stories, so nice to read it periodically.
