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Chapter 22 - Heads and Tails
When the guys finished roping me up, I could barely move a muscle; my whole body was wrapped in rough rope, my arms were forced behind my back and tied up almost cruelly tightly, my legs were bound together from the ankles up to the crotch and I was mercilessly hogtied, lying on my side. It was pretty obvious that struggling would lead me nowhere; with that amount of rope I could only wiggle my fingers and move my head a little. Plus, even if I could manage to undo a knot, one of the studs would definitely notice it and retie it even tighter. But worse than everything was the gag: my Godfather’s worn out, oversized underwear was stuffed into my mouth and was held there by super strong duct tape. My father has wrapped my lower face over twenty times with it, making it impossible to spit the putrid piece of cloth out. The guys really wanted to keep me quiet and according to what they said, I had at least forty eight hours of chewing Mr. Watson’s boxers ahead of me…
Once the guys made sure I won’t be able to free myself, they stood up and went back to the camp. I expected them to start preparing breakfast, but instead, the five of them just kept talking, laughing and smoking their cigars. From time to time they pointed at my direction, probably thinking about the nasty things they could do to their totally helpless prisoner. Whatever they would come up with, there was nothing I could prevent that happening. I kept observing the guys for several minutes, when I heard someone walking towards me from the woods.
“I see you guys started early today….”
Before I could react I felt a heavy boot on my hip. I looked up and saw officer Bradley smiling down at me. He was wearing camouflage pants and a black baseball cap. Just like my father and the rest of the guys, he was shirtless. I could see his nice, big muscles glistening with sweat as he took the backpack from his back and placed it near my head. I watched him walk towards the guys and all of them shook hands. They seemed to be a little surprised by his arrival, but also looked quite happy about it. They were chatting for a few moments; I suspected the hunks were describing the situation to the cop.
A few moments has passed and I saw my father walking towards me, still with the cigar in his left hand. He came close to me and squatted near my face; he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. He was silent, puffing on his stogie and observing me with a smile on his face. I had no idea what he had in his mind, but it suspected it must have been something really bad. I moaned quietly into my huge gag, causing my Dad to laugh at me. He released my chin and sat on the grass, next to me.
“I must say you surprised me a lot today, son.” He started. I didn’t expect this, so I tilted my head a little, to be able to see my father’s face. He seemed rather serious when he carried on: “When Doug offered you to switch sides, I was sure you would accept his offer. Being roped up and gagged for two days straight isn’t the best way to spend the time, so I was really impressed when you refused to betray your friends and join us. That was quite something, son.”
I kept staring at my Dad. He was now silent, taking deep drags on his cigar and looking somewhere distant. Suddenly I realised it was one of those father son moments I would remember for the rest of my life. Although I had never imagined that I would be hogtied and gagged for this, I was absolutely silent, not wanting to interrupt my father.
“I know that sometimes you’re fed up with me and the guys making fun of you not being able to build up muscles like we do, son, but that’s actually not that important for a real man. What truly matters is loyalty. A guy should always keep his promises if possible, be faithful to his wife and loyal to his friends. If you can do all this once you grow up and have your own family, you’ll be fine.”
My Dad stopped for a while, puffed on his cigar and looked down at me, smiling.
“That is, IF you have your own family, kiddo. Kev seems very eager to keep you tied up for a while, who knows for how long you’re gonna be his prisoner? Maybe for years….” He laughed at his own joke and got up.
I moaned angrily into my enormous gag, mainly because I didn’t want this precious moment with my father to be over so soon. But there was nothing I could do about it; I saw the others walk towards us, chatting quietly and smiling. I spotted that officer Bradley had the roll of military tape in his hands and gulped. Once they came close, they stood around me for a short while.
“Ready, Mitch?” I heard uncle Doug.
“Not quite, bro, let me just explain to him what’s gonna happen.”
My Dad squatted again and rolled me on my side. He grabbed my chin again and held it still, while looking me directly in the eyes. His seriousness was gone, now he had devilish sparkles in his eyes. Now it hit me: the guys must have planned something cruel, and they let my father have some quality time with his son, just to lull me into a fall sense of security. That was savage; for a brief moment I thought my predicament wouldn’t get any worse, but I was wrong. In a while I was about to know how much worse it would get… I grunted into my gag again.
“Listen, boy. Although you did impress us today, the fact is that you rejected my brother’s offer and you must pay the price… I guess I forgot to tell you one more thing about being a real man, son: sometimes there is no good choice and you have to pick up one of the lesser evil. And face the consequences… ”
When my father finished speaking, he rolled me on my stomach again. I heard one of the guys unwrap the tape from the roll and tear a piece. Soon someone plastered the tape over my eyes, blindfolding me. I moaned as loudly as I could, causing the hunks to laugh again. I was sweating a lot, panting heavily through my nose, and my heart was pounding in my chest. One of the guys pressed my head into the ground with his huge arms, the other one wrapped his muscled arm around my roped up ankles.
Then it started. Without a warning, the hunks started tickling me all over my body. I was really ticklish, especially on my feet, so it was pure torture. I felt the fingers on both of my bare feet, under my armpits, on my back, neck and ribs. I was laughing uncontrollably, desperately wanting out. But that wasn’t going to happen: six sets of hands were holding me down, not even allowing to struggle. Enduring this was one of the hardest things I had to do; my father knew well what was my weak spot and didn’t hesitate to use it against me…
My captors were merciless: I felt their fingers digging into my flesh and at the same time others were skimming the tips of their fingers over my helpless feet. It was gentle and rough at the same time. My body was on fire, all tensed up, not knowing when the next blow will come. I was yelling and roaring with laughter, but the gag was flawless and only quiet whimpers could escape my overstuffed mouth. I thought I would pass out several times, but I managed to hold up somehow.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the guys stopped; I was exhausted. My whole body was covered in sweat and Mr. Watson’s slimy underwear in my mouth made it quite difficult to catch a breath. I was lying there, trying to regain some strength, while the guys kept talking and laughing, evidently proud of themselves. From time to time I felt one of them gently brush my soles with his fingers, which caused me to jolt in my bonds. Eventually my blindfold was removed and I saw that the guys were also sweating like hell; I guess torturing a prisoner can also be quite tiring…
“All right, guys, time to have some breakfast and then go into the woods again. With only three of the kids out there, it shouldn’t be a problem to finally win this damned competition…” Uncle Doug said after a while.
I watched the guys get up and go back into the centre of the camp, leaving me on the ground, still overwhelmed by the tickling torture.