Re: Weekend with sons ( M/mm )
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2018 12:35 pm
Chapter 14 - Truth about Shawn
I watched my younger brother sit on one of the chairs and sit on it. He put his both legs on the coffee table and crossed them. Then he took a fresh cigar from his cowboy shirt, cut the tip and placed it between his teeth. He searched for the lighter in one of his jeans pocket and lit the fat stogie; soon his face was surrounded with smoke. Me and Mark were sitting on the couch, both of us tied up and gagged, and watched Duke puff on the cigar. After a few minutes of sucking on it my brother looked at my gagged face and smirked.
“All right Shawn, I did my part of the deal, now your turn!”
“Yes, Sir!”
My younger son, who up to that moment was just standing still with his arms cruelly bound behind his back, fell to his knees in front of his uncle. I opened my eyes wide in disbelief when I saw what he did: Shawn was now licking Duke’s cowboy boots. And he was doing it very willingly; his tongue moved from the toes to the foot bridge. The kid was very cautious not to miss any spot of the leather surface and made sure every single part of the boots were covered with his saliva. He looked like he forgot about the whole world; all his attention was now focused on licking his masculine uncle’s cowboy boots. I cast a quick glance on Shawn’s crotch and realized, judging by the huge bulge he had, he was in his own heaven.
“Mmmpphhh…” I tried to moan into my gag and looked directly at Duke.
“Surprised?” He asked playfully and took some deep drags on his cigar.
I tried to struggle and wiggle my arms free again, but my brother proved to be excellent with ropes and I simply ended sweating a lot before I gave up. Shawn was now working his tongue further up the Duke’s boots, he was licking the surface covering my brother’s ankles. The kid was so absorbed in his little task that he wasn’t paying any attention to me or Mark. He must have really loved that since he had no problems being humiliated so much right in front of his own father and older brother.
“You see, boys...” My brother started and leaned a little to me and my older son. “Shawn and I have one more secret. Remember two years ago, when you and Shawn came to visit and I found him dressed in my cowboy clothes and trying to tie himself up?”
“Ymmmms….” I replied behing my gag.
“Well, that wasn’t everything, bro. Shawn kept calling me and insisting that I tie him up. He wanted the full roping, strict and tight. It lasted for over a month until I finally gave in and told him I would do it. He came to me a week later, I guess he told you then he was going on a trip with his friends or something. But never mind that; when he arrived at my rancho he immediately wanted me to tie him up. I did and I did an amazing job, I literally mummified him in ropes. The kid was so happy he could hardly control himself. Even though I made the knots as tight as I could without doing him any harm, he wanted to spend the whole day like that. He did. And not just one day; I kept him tied up for six days straight. Most of the time he was also gagged. Fucking cruelly gagged.”
Duke made a pause there to suck on his fat cigar again and observe my reaction. I stared him right in the eye and realized he was speaking the truth. Shawn wasn’t protesting either, which was another clue for me that what my brother had just told me did happen. I looked at my younger son, who was now kissing the soled of my brother’s boots, and realized that I wasn’t surprised at all. He was always sort of a submissive guy and I could have predicted earlier that he would want someone to restrain him and take control of him. Especially bearing in mind the fact that he had already tried self bondage in the past.
“I hoped that spending almost the entire week trussed up like a wild animal will… cure his leanings, but apparently I was wrong. When I arrived here and saw my nephews bound up and gagged I knew immediately that Shawn was having the time of his life. Again. And then, when he willingly opened his mouth to accept my gross socks, it simply confirmed my belief that the kid is created to be kept prisoner. You may like it or not, big bro, but he’s going to find someone to fulfill his desires sooner or later. And I would say sooner.”
I looked at my boy again. I tried to focus on my thoughts, but to my great surprise I realized that I even liked the idea of keeping him tied up. I was a cop and it sort of pleased me when I had the chance to overpower another guys, keep them handcuffed against their will, control them. I was wondering now if it was all right to do the same stuff to my own son. After considering the pros and cons I decided it would do no harm to anyone to have him restrained. I would have to think of the way to organize everything, but I found myself more than willing to keep my son tied up as much as possible.
“Mmpphh” I wanted to speak, completely forgetting about the gag. But at the same time I nodded my head, indicating that I understood what my brother was saying.
“I’m glad you got it, man.” Then he turned to Shawn: “Stop! Lie flat on the floor!”
The kid stopped licking and kissing the boots right away and did as he was told. He was panting a little and he turned his head so he could look at his uncle’s cowboy boots. I smirked weakly behind the gag.
“And now let’s get back to what I’ve whispered to Shawn…” Duke spoke again and took few more drags on his stogie. “I gave him a choice. I told him that I would let him use the bathroom and then retie him when he came back. And that I would let him lick my boots, but he would have to do it in front of you and Mark. Or he could ask me not tie him up again. It’s not difficult to tell which option he chose, is it, dude?”
“Mmmpphh….” I looked at my brother. I wanted the gag out.
“You know what, bro? I see you’ve taken the news very well, so I guess there’s no need to keep you restrained anymore.”
I was more than relieved to hear that. Duke put his half smoked cigar into his mouth and started to untie my legs first. When he was done I stretched them a little. Next he moved up to my torso and removed the ropes binding my arms to my chest and stomach. Then he tore the tape on my lower jaw with his fingers and went to the kitchen to get the scissors to cut the five zip-ties that were cleave gagging me. He took his unbelievably filthy underwear from my mouth and untied my arms. I was free again.
“Fuck, bro, you do know how to work with ropes, don’t you?” I said to him and smiled.
“Wow… I thought you would be pissed off like hell for what I did to you.” Duke handed me a cigar and I took it.
“I was at first, dude, believe me!”
“Yeah, I could see it in your eyes, bro. I don’t have to be a cop to read you..”
“Pmmmmlllssmmm..” Came from Mark.
Me and Duke looked at each other. We both knew too well that he was tired from being restrained for so long. Now that I was aware of Shawn’s needs keeping Mark tied up and gagged didn’t seem to be so necessary to me. Yes, stealing my property and lying to me definitely demanded a punishment. But I was ready to acknowledge that he has already learnt his lesson. Taking under consideration his good behavior I decided to make his sentence a little shorter.
“Stand up, Mark!” I told him in stern tone. He did.
“I hope you learnt you lesson, boy!” I said when I unbuckled his gag and took it out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I did, Dad. No more stealing your cigars, I promise.” The kid replied after coughing a bit.
“So, what are we going to do with him, Dad?” Mark asked when Duke untied his hands.
“I have an idea, son…” I said with an evil smile on my face. My younger kid struggled a little on the floor; the boy was clearly nervous…
I watched my younger brother sit on one of the chairs and sit on it. He put his both legs on the coffee table and crossed them. Then he took a fresh cigar from his cowboy shirt, cut the tip and placed it between his teeth. He searched for the lighter in one of his jeans pocket and lit the fat stogie; soon his face was surrounded with smoke. Me and Mark were sitting on the couch, both of us tied up and gagged, and watched Duke puff on the cigar. After a few minutes of sucking on it my brother looked at my gagged face and smirked.
“All right Shawn, I did my part of the deal, now your turn!”
“Yes, Sir!”
My younger son, who up to that moment was just standing still with his arms cruelly bound behind his back, fell to his knees in front of his uncle. I opened my eyes wide in disbelief when I saw what he did: Shawn was now licking Duke’s cowboy boots. And he was doing it very willingly; his tongue moved from the toes to the foot bridge. The kid was very cautious not to miss any spot of the leather surface and made sure every single part of the boots were covered with his saliva. He looked like he forgot about the whole world; all his attention was now focused on licking his masculine uncle’s cowboy boots. I cast a quick glance on Shawn’s crotch and realized, judging by the huge bulge he had, he was in his own heaven.
“Mmmpphhh…” I tried to moan into my gag and looked directly at Duke.
“Surprised?” He asked playfully and took some deep drags on his cigar.
I tried to struggle and wiggle my arms free again, but my brother proved to be excellent with ropes and I simply ended sweating a lot before I gave up. Shawn was now working his tongue further up the Duke’s boots, he was licking the surface covering my brother’s ankles. The kid was so absorbed in his little task that he wasn’t paying any attention to me or Mark. He must have really loved that since he had no problems being humiliated so much right in front of his own father and older brother.
“You see, boys...” My brother started and leaned a little to me and my older son. “Shawn and I have one more secret. Remember two years ago, when you and Shawn came to visit and I found him dressed in my cowboy clothes and trying to tie himself up?”
“Ymmmms….” I replied behing my gag.
“Well, that wasn’t everything, bro. Shawn kept calling me and insisting that I tie him up. He wanted the full roping, strict and tight. It lasted for over a month until I finally gave in and told him I would do it. He came to me a week later, I guess he told you then he was going on a trip with his friends or something. But never mind that; when he arrived at my rancho he immediately wanted me to tie him up. I did and I did an amazing job, I literally mummified him in ropes. The kid was so happy he could hardly control himself. Even though I made the knots as tight as I could without doing him any harm, he wanted to spend the whole day like that. He did. And not just one day; I kept him tied up for six days straight. Most of the time he was also gagged. Fucking cruelly gagged.”
Duke made a pause there to suck on his fat cigar again and observe my reaction. I stared him right in the eye and realized he was speaking the truth. Shawn wasn’t protesting either, which was another clue for me that what my brother had just told me did happen. I looked at my younger son, who was now kissing the soled of my brother’s boots, and realized that I wasn’t surprised at all. He was always sort of a submissive guy and I could have predicted earlier that he would want someone to restrain him and take control of him. Especially bearing in mind the fact that he had already tried self bondage in the past.
“I hoped that spending almost the entire week trussed up like a wild animal will… cure his leanings, but apparently I was wrong. When I arrived here and saw my nephews bound up and gagged I knew immediately that Shawn was having the time of his life. Again. And then, when he willingly opened his mouth to accept my gross socks, it simply confirmed my belief that the kid is created to be kept prisoner. You may like it or not, big bro, but he’s going to find someone to fulfill his desires sooner or later. And I would say sooner.”
I looked at my boy again. I tried to focus on my thoughts, but to my great surprise I realized that I even liked the idea of keeping him tied up. I was a cop and it sort of pleased me when I had the chance to overpower another guys, keep them handcuffed against their will, control them. I was wondering now if it was all right to do the same stuff to my own son. After considering the pros and cons I decided it would do no harm to anyone to have him restrained. I would have to think of the way to organize everything, but I found myself more than willing to keep my son tied up as much as possible.
“Mmpphh” I wanted to speak, completely forgetting about the gag. But at the same time I nodded my head, indicating that I understood what my brother was saying.
“I’m glad you got it, man.” Then he turned to Shawn: “Stop! Lie flat on the floor!”
The kid stopped licking and kissing the boots right away and did as he was told. He was panting a little and he turned his head so he could look at his uncle’s cowboy boots. I smirked weakly behind the gag.
“And now let’s get back to what I’ve whispered to Shawn…” Duke spoke again and took few more drags on his stogie. “I gave him a choice. I told him that I would let him use the bathroom and then retie him when he came back. And that I would let him lick my boots, but he would have to do it in front of you and Mark. Or he could ask me not tie him up again. It’s not difficult to tell which option he chose, is it, dude?”
“Mmmpphh….” I looked at my brother. I wanted the gag out.
“You know what, bro? I see you’ve taken the news very well, so I guess there’s no need to keep you restrained anymore.”
I was more than relieved to hear that. Duke put his half smoked cigar into his mouth and started to untie my legs first. When he was done I stretched them a little. Next he moved up to my torso and removed the ropes binding my arms to my chest and stomach. Then he tore the tape on my lower jaw with his fingers and went to the kitchen to get the scissors to cut the five zip-ties that were cleave gagging me. He took his unbelievably filthy underwear from my mouth and untied my arms. I was free again.
“Fuck, bro, you do know how to work with ropes, don’t you?” I said to him and smiled.
“Wow… I thought you would be pissed off like hell for what I did to you.” Duke handed me a cigar and I took it.
“I was at first, dude, believe me!”
“Yeah, I could see it in your eyes, bro. I don’t have to be a cop to read you..”
“Pmmmmlllssmmm..” Came from Mark.
Me and Duke looked at each other. We both knew too well that he was tired from being restrained for so long. Now that I was aware of Shawn’s needs keeping Mark tied up and gagged didn’t seem to be so necessary to me. Yes, stealing my property and lying to me definitely demanded a punishment. But I was ready to acknowledge that he has already learnt his lesson. Taking under consideration his good behavior I decided to make his sentence a little shorter.
“Stand up, Mark!” I told him in stern tone. He did.
“I hope you learnt you lesson, boy!” I said when I unbuckled his gag and took it out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I did, Dad. No more stealing your cigars, I promise.” The kid replied after coughing a bit.
“So, what are we going to do with him, Dad?” Mark asked when Duke untied his hands.
“I have an idea, son…” I said with an evil smile on my face. My younger kid struggled a little on the floor; the boy was clearly nervous…