Chapter 5 - The truth revealed
I expected my father to remove the sticky duct tape from my mouth and finally let me spit his putrid socks out, but apparently he had another plan in his mind. Instead of letting me free, at least partially, he just kept sitting on the couch, looking at me and puffing on his fat cigar. After a short while I moaned into my thick gag, but Dad just smiled around his stogie; it was clear that he was enjoying the power he had over me and loved being in control. Even though I was looking forward to the moment when I would be able to get rid of the horrific stuffing from my mouth, to a certain point I was glad that I couldn’t utter a word; I still had no idea how I should explain to my father why I was bound and gagged when he returned home. I considered telling him it was just a prank or a challenge and that I got tied up by one of my buddies who just left me there for fun, but after a moment abandoned the idea; Dad would definitely demand the name of that friend and it was very probable that he would want to confront him. I sighed quietly and waited, still with no reasonable explanation in my head.
After some more time Dad finally decided it was time to talk with me; he stood up and slowly went behind me with the cigar between his teeth. I felt his leather clad fingers on my neck as he was searching for the tip of the tape. Soon he was unwinding it; it hurt, especially when he peeled it with my hair at my nape, but I kept silent. In a few moments my lower face was free and I started pushing the huge wad out of my parched mouth with my tongue. I expected my father to help me, but he returned to the couch and enjoyed watching me struggle with his two cheesy socks. When I finally managed to spit them out, they landed on my lap making a splash sound; they were all covered in my saliva and looked absolutely disgusting. I coughed a little and looked at my father; he was totally undisturbed with my predicament and it seemed that he was having a great time keeping me as his own prisoner. I wanted to ask him to untie me but didn’t dare speaking without his permission; something in his eyes told me it would be better if I stayed quiet.
“I bet you’re hungry and thirsty, right, son?” He asked nonchalantly as he blew the cigar smoke out.
“Yeah… actually yes, Dad…”
“Let’s deal with this first, then.”
I watched my father stand up again and leave the living room. I hoped I would have some time alone to struggle and test my bonds, but the shirtless cop was back in no time. When he returned he was holding a plate with three appetizing sandwiches in one hand and a glass of water in the other. When he placed everything on the coffee table I felt a glimpse of hope that he would simply untie me from the chair, let me eat and we would forget about the whole thing and maybe even turn it into a joke. But what he did next proved me wrong: Dad used the knife I hadn’t noticed earlier to cut the sandwiches into large pieces, took one of them and told me to open my mouth. I looked at him totally taken aback; I couldn’t believe he was going to feed me, as if I was a little boy. For a moment I wanted to protest, but one look into his stern eyes was enough to change my mind. I followed his order and he forced the food into my yap. He smirked at me when he looked the expression on my face, but didn’t stop and made me eat everything this way. Then he let me drink the whole glass of water, for which I was really grateful. Once the meal was finished, Dad took the dishes to the kitchen.
“Still hungry, or thirsty, kiddo?” He asked when he came back.
“No, I’m good. When are you going to untie me?”
“You’re not the one to ask questions here, boy! I didn’t take your gag out so you can talk all you want… If you do it one more time without my permission, you’ll regret it. Is that clear, son, or do you want to spend some more time chewing on my tasty socks?”
“No, please, Dad… I’ll be quiet, I promise!”
“That’s the answer I was waiting for….”
For the next several minutes Dad didn’t say anything else. Instead, he began walking around me again, eyeing me up and considering how he should deal with me. The sound of his black army boots was echoing in the house, sending shivers down my spine. I turned my head as much as I could to observe him, but it didn’t help much; I felt more and more as the predator’s prey. I knew that my father was a great cop and that he had his ways to get all the information he needed from his arrestees, but until that moment I had no idea how good he was. As he was passing me by and disappearing behind my back I felt extremely vulnerable and on his mercy; the sensation was really strong and I suddenly realized that he was totally in control. I gulped when he stood in front of me with his muscular arms folded on his broad chest and with the lit cigar between his teeth. He looked down at me and took a deep. He blew the smoke out and grabbed the stogie in his leather clad hand.
“Let me tell you what I think about all this shit, son. When I returned home, the front door was locked and there was no sign of a break-in. Everything in the house was in order, but I found you alone in your room, negligently tied up and with a single piece of duct tape over your mouth. There was no robbery, so it couldn’t have been done by an intruder. It might have been a prank or a joke performed by your buddies, but I really doubt they would be so stupid and careless to leave you like that and just go home. When you consider all this, and that’s only the beginning, do you know what is left, boy?”
“Erm… not really… Dad, why on the hell are you keeping me tied up?”
“Son, if you ever wanted to become an actor, drop this idea immediately…. Your acting skill are so lousy… But you know what? Let’s assume I believe you and carry on. I bet you remember when you and I watched movies and there was a scenes where a guy got tied up. You always were nervous during it. The same thing happened whenever I grabbed the duct tape in the garage or workshop; you turned you eyes away and seemed very uncomfortable. What is more, I noticed that those rolls got thinner and thinner and were placed not exactly where I had left them… the same thing can be said about the ropes. Do you have any idea what could cause that, son?”
I opened my mouth, but instead of speaking, I just stared at him agape; I felt cornered and I didn’t know how I could actually get myself out of this mess. For all that time I thought he hadn’t noticed anything, but it seemed that I underestimated him. I knew he wasn’t stupid and could put two and two together, but I had always been very careful with my self-bondage and paid extra attention to put everything back where it belonged. Apparently that wasn’t enough and now I had to admit to my own father the truth. But when I was about to say something another idea entered my mind; the chance that it would work was minimum, but at that moment I thought that everything would be better than telling my Dad that I liked being tied up. I decided to play a tough guy.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about… I might have used the tape once or twice to fix something, but that’s all! Can we drop this now? I’m already tired and could get some rest, you know. I admit you played a nice prank on me with all these ropes and gag, but I guess it’s time to end this.” I said in the boldest tone I was capable of.
To my great surprise Dad just smiled down at me and put the cigar back between his teeth. Without a warning he grabbed the wet socks from my lap and forced them brutally into my mouth. I grunted furiously, but all my protests fell on deaf ears; the alpha cop was focused completely on pushing the vinegary tasting wad into my yap and ignored all my pleas and moans. When he was done and my cheeks were bulging, the behemoth clamped one of his palms over my lower face and grabbed a new roll of extra wide and strong duct tape. He unwound some and immediately slapped the loose piece over my lips. The ripping sound was echoing in the room as he was mercilessly wrapping the monstrous tape around my head countless times; after the tenth layer I lost the track. When he finally stopped, my whole lower face was covered in grey duct tape and there was no way I could push the disgusting socks out. Once again that day I was my own father’s prisoner.
“Son, I know that between men many things can stay unsaid I don’t have problems with that. But I need you to know that I am smart enough to know what’s going on even if you don’t want to admit it. If you ever wish to talk about it, I’ll be there. And if you don’t, that’s fine too. But from now on, the rules in the house will change and I have a feeling you’ll like them…. Anyway, see you tomorrow, kiddo!” Dad said with an impish smile on his face and patted my tape covered cheek.
My eyes got wide as I saw him walk away; it seemed that from now on I would have someone to keep me restrained… but at that moment and I had no idea if I was more glad or terrified about it…
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