Chapter 18 - Alone with Cousins
Being enhanced in the super warm sleeping bag was beyond description. My arms were firmly fastened behind my back, and lying on them was a little uncomfortable, but that only added an extra thrill to my predicament. Roped by my father and uncle I was put into my cousins military bag for the night, without any possibility to free myself. My whole body was roped up and my uncle wrapped even more ropes over the bag, making it stick tightly to my body. Every move I made or tried to make reminded me of my total helplessness; and that fact was giving me the biggest bulge I ever had. I tested my gag now and then, but it was impossible to get rid of it. My father’s boxers were crammed deeply into my mouth and held there by two bandanas; on top of that twenty wraps of extra strong duct tape. Any attempts to speak were futile.
I watched the guys sitting on the benches at the table on the porch. They were having a great time together, enjoying beer and cigars. To be honest I was a little jealous; part of me wanted to sit with them, talk and laugh. In those brief moments I was trying to do something about my bonds: loosen them, break them, or simply wiggle my arms out of the ropes. Naturally, everything failed and I just was sweating a lot and breathing heavily, looking at my folks having fun. I grunted a lot into my thick gag, which caused my captors to laugh at me. It felt kind of nice to provide them some entertainment…
I have no idea for how we were on the porch. It must have been for a long time when my father said:
“I guess it’s time to go to bed, guys.”
“Yeah, what time is it, anyway?” My uncle replied and looked at his mobile phone. “Fuck, it’s past two in the morning!”
“Yeah, the time always goes much faster when you’re having fun. Don’t you think so, Steven?” Jacob asked my while finishing his third beer.
I grunted half angrily, half playfully into my gag. I loved the fact that they were teasing me, showing me my place. I have been dreaming about this for ages; to be bound, gagged, on someone else’s mercy. Powerless to do anything, to move, to speak. And now my dream was coming true, although I would have never suspected that I would be held captive by my own father and uncle. Plus, my cousins seemed to be pretty much OK with my strange desires, which only made the whole thing even better.
“You go ahead, guys, Shawn and I want to have a little chat with Steven, if you don’t mind.” Jacob said when all of them got up.
“A chat? If you haven’t noticed, Jacob, Steven is unable to talk right now. Right, son?” My dad replied with a huge grin on his face. He was definitely enjoying this.
“Mmpph….” I answered, rolling my eyes, but smiling behind the huge gag.
“That can easily be solved, you know…” Shawn added, also smiling.
“I can’t see why not, guys. Just make sure you gag him well when you finish with him.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, uncle Dave, we’ll DEFINITELY shut him up. For good!”
“Ok, boys, have fun you three!” Uncle Jack said.
I was moaning while they were talking, but, as could be expected, was ignored completely. I watched my father, uncle and Jacob get inside the house. Shawn stayed with me, his half smoked cigar in his right hand. I watched him smile and get closer to me. He kneeled at my side, put the cigar between his teeth and forced my head up with his hands. He wasn’t gentle when he was ripping the tape off. I stayed perfectly silent when he was unwrapping layers of duct tape from my mouth. He removed the bandanas, but I still didn’t spit the gag out. First of all, I liked being gagged; second of all, Shawn suddenly became much more masculine than he usually was. I liked that change in his attitude.
“So, kiddo. You like being in control, right?” He asked when he pulled my father’s boxer’s from my mouth.
“Well, yeah, I actually do, dude.” I answered after a few moments. “Why do you ask, Shawn?”
“Oh, it’s just curiosity, you know. I’ve never met anyone who likes this kind of stuff.”
“Yeah, at first I thought it was strange, too. But it appears that many guys like being restrained.”
My cousin went silent. He was puffing on his cigar and looking at me. I didn’t know if I should remain silent, or not. I just lied there, wrapped in the army bag and sweating heavily. It was a new feeling; this time I felt like I was a prisoner of my cousin, like he was in charge and I had to obey his orders. I didn’t realize it at first, but I liked that idea. In a moment the short list of my captors was doubled; I had no doubts that I would feel the same towards Jacob. And I wasn’t wrong.
“So, little Steven likes to be tied up, huh?” Jacob said teasingly as he got on the porch again, this time with a roll of duct tape in his hand.
“Well, yeah, I already told Shawn about it.”
“Yeah, I could see that huge bulge in your pants, dude.” He smirked at me.
Suddenly Shawn clamped his palm over my mouth. I cast him a surprised glance, but he just smiled. I loved my cousins’ new attitude. It took me by surprise how masculine those two can be. But for me it was perfect: another two jocks to fulfill my needs. I know I was being extremely selfish, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Since they behaved that way without being asked to do so, I could use it; which probably wasn’t that selfish after all.
“Ok, prisoner.” Jacob said and sat on my chest. “I see you really like chewing on some manly underwear… and I happen to have something perfect for you. You see this?”
Jacob put his hand inside the pocket in his trousers and pulled something out. Even from the distance I could smell it; it was putrid as hell, made me want to vomit immediately. The material looked totally worn out; it seemed dump, or at least moist. The smell was overwhelming; it stank so much that Shawn winced with disgust when his brother pulled the piece of cloth out.
“Yeah, these bad boys are going right there, into your mouth!” He mocked me when I tried to whimper.
“Come on, dude, we know you want it!” Shawn whispered into my ear.
There was nothing I could do to prevent them from pushing that disgusting material into my mouth. Roped and helpless as I was I couldn’t even yell for help. And even if I did, I doubt that someone would come to my rescue. My dad and uncle knew that I was with my cousins and nothing wrong happened. Terrified, I tried to shake my head and plea into Shawn’s palm. They didn’t pay any attention to that. Jacob moved the cloth to my mouth.
“All right, bro. Pinch his nose shut and grab his jaw tightly.”
“You don’t have to tell me, man…”
Shawn placed his cigar in his mouth and with his left hand hi pinched my nose shut. He removed the other from my mouth and before I could utter a sound he grabbed my chin and squeezed it forcefully, making my mouth open. The moment it did, Jacob start pushing the material inside. I groaned in disgust. It was nothing to compare with my father’s boxers; it was wet from sweat, smelled of unwashed feet. And it was filthy beyond belief. It filled my mouth completely, pushing it out with only my tongue would be impossible.
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“You like my socks, kiddo?” Jacob asked playfully when he pushed the whole underwear into my mouth.
“mmmpphh….” I squeaked.
“Let’s finish him off.” I heard Shawn’s voice.
He pushed the bandanas between my teeth and tied them behind my back, sealing my fate. It didn’t matter how much I coughed or moaned: my cousins didn’t care about that. Shawn made sure the bandanas are bound extremely tightly behind my back, digging into the corners of my mouth. When he was done he forced my head up a little, so Jacob could wrap the tape over my lower face and around my head. He went over twenty times, sealing my face in tape.
“There, boy, hope you enjoy the taste!” Jacob laughed at me and so did his brother.
“You know what, dude? Why don’t we have some more fun before we go to bed?” Shawn asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Look and learn, big bro!”
Shawn took his white shirts off his feet. They were white outside, but when I look inside I realized how dirty and gross they were. I knew what he had in his mind and tried to plea with him. This made him smirk and chuckle. He opened the shoe and placed it on my face, forcing my nose to smell his feet stench. It was incredible; the strongest foot stench I ever smelled. With every breath new wave of my cousin’s scent entered my nostrils.
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“Tape it to his face, bro.” Shawn calmly told his brother.
After ten wraps the cleat was sealed against my face.
“Yeah, you love this, don’t you? Admit it!!” Jacob ordered my harshly. To my surprise I nodded….
I saw the guys stand up and go inside. After few more minutes, I dozed off.