Chapter 21 - Uncle Doug's offer
Sleeping in the position I was in wasn’t easy. I was dozing off many times during the night and didn’t get much rest. To my great surprise, Zack seemed to be quite all right and slept soundly, snoring from time to time. So when the morning came I was pretty tired and sore. I just sat there and waited for my father and uncle to wake up. When they finally did, I started moaning into my gag, but the hunks ignored me. They put on their trousers, socks and boots and left the tent. They returned some time later and told us the weather is very good and we would remain shirtless. They also intended to do so.
“Ok, boys, let’s untie you a little. Any of you need to piss or shit?” Uncle Doug asked as he undid the ropes binding me and Zack together.
“Mmpphhh....” I nodded and blushed under the many layers of tape.
“So, I guess it’s the ‘two’, son?” I nodded. “Well, I’m definitely not going to help you with that. I’ll just have to untie you completely, so you can do your business... But I’m warning you, son: any misbehaving and you’ll regret...” My father added in the most threatening voice. I gulped and nodded again.
My Dad started untying my legs and arms. I thought he would leave the gag on, but to my great astonishment, he removed that too and offered me a bottle of water. I accepted it and drunk half of the bottle, getting rid of my uncle’s foul underwear’s taste. Then I finished drank the rest of the water. I didn’t know if I should speak, so I remained silent. I enjoyed my freshly regained freedom; for the first time for the two days I was totally free.
“Grab the surviving shovel, kid. It’s next to my bag.” He ordered.
I did and spotted something : there was his leather jacket, the same he had on when he took the phone from my pants when helping me to piss. For all I knew the phone was still in one of the pockets. My heart was pounding in my chest; the victory was so close.... if the pocket’s hadn’t been zipped up, I would have had enough time to grab the trophy and win the competition. Unfortunately, with the two blokes near me the chances to achieve my goal were minimum. I pulled myself together, grabbed the shovel and me and my Dad went to the woods, where my father let me do my business.
When we returned to the camp, the guys were already up. Four huge, muscled hunks were now walking lazily around, shirtless and smoking cigars.
“All right, boy, time to tie you up, again.” My father said when we got back.
“Wait a second, bro, I have an idea...” Uncle Doug said and turned to me: “Being our prisoner for two days must have been hard for you, kid. You can avoid being restrained again, but on one condition: you switch sides. The choice is yours.”
I didn’t expect this coming, but I knew what was going on. Uncle Doug was a cop and he told me many times how they sometimes managed to convince the arrestees to cooperate with them. Of course, it not always worked, but usually, when dealing with some sort of a more sophisticated case, the cops would try to get as much information from one of the criminals. But now it was different: my uncle wasn’t trying to make me talk, he must have had something else in his mind. I tried to figure it out; maybe he was just messing around with me? Or maybe he wanted to show Zack that he couldn’t rely on me? Whatever the reason was I knew one thing: I wasn’t going to agree.
“Sorry guys, but I’m not a traitor.” I spoke up, for the first time in a few days.
When I told the guys that, I immediately felt my father’s huge, sweaty palm covering my mouth and pressing my head against his muscular chest. With the cigar back between his teeth, he had his other arm free, and used it to wrap it around my arms and torso, pinning my body to his. I didn’t even bother struggling; with the five muscled, alpha jocks gathering around me there was no way in hell I would be able to escape. Plus, I also wanted to show the guys I had the guts to be their prisoner again, and no matter how brutal they would go with me, I could stand it. I guess my father saying yesterday that he was proud of me made me want to prove him he was right. But there was something else; I had no idea why Zack was winking at me yesterday and today, and the only thing I could think of, was that he and the rest of my team had formed some kind of a plan; without any better options I had to stick to it. Switching sides and admitting my own failure was out of the question.
“Seems to me that your little boy misses being roped up, dude... Let’s not make him wait any longer, guys...” Uncle Kev spoke up, putting his cigar into his mouth and approaching me with a long coil of rope in his giant hands.
“Get him on the ground, Mitch.” I heard Mr. Rost
My father complied and in a matter of seconds I was lying on my stomach with my muscled father on top of me. He was hand gagging me tightly and his vice like grip on my torso was as tight as it was the moment he grabbed me. I my uncle Kev squatting down near my ankles; soon he was roping them up, starting at my ankles and going up to my knees. The bloke was tightening the rope after each wrap, and making sure it wouldn’t slip. Once he reached the knee level cinched the final knot and immediately took another coil to deal with my thighs. As I expected he began roping them up just above my knees and went on and on, until he got to my hip. He cinched another perfect knot; my legs were now totally useless and actually hidden under the rough, hemp rope wrapping.
“Get his arms, guys!” I heard my Dad.
“No need to tell me this twice, dude...” That was Mr. Rost’s voice.
I felt my father get off me, only to be replaced by someone else, sitting on my butt.. The guy grabbed my arms and twisted them brutally behind my back. Soon I felt the ropes being wrapped around my crossed wrists. He was very methodical with the work and by the time he was done, my hands were secured flawlessly at the small of my back. Even though I tried to wiggle them out of the bonds, there was absolutely no slack; my arms would have to stay there until the guys decide otherwise.
“Let’s sit him up and finish the arms.”
Yes, I was definitely going to pay the price for refusing my uncle’s offer. The guys clearly intended to make my predicament as bad as possible without actually hurting me. With my father still clamping his sweaty palm over my mouth they made me sit and started working on my upper arms. Uncle Kev wrapped them my left arm with the hemp rope, then went around my torso, over my shoulders, and below my armpits several times, creating a neat and flawless chest harness before tying the loose end to my right arm. I hoped they would finish, but realised I was wrong; the guys made another harness at the level of my forearms. As a final touch they tied another rope to my wrists, moved it under my butt, circled the thighs, went up and tied the loose ends to the chest harness. My arms were completely immobilized.
“All right, time to shut him up for good... Any ideas?” Mr. Rost asked, smiling around his cigar.
“The kid hasn’t tasted his Godfather yet, so why don’t we stuff his mouth with my nicely worn boxers? I’ve had them on since we arrived here, they could use some good mouth washing...” I heard Mr. Watson speak as he puffed on his big cigar.
“I guess he likes the idea, don’t you kiddo?” My father was teasing me.
Without further ado, Mr. Watson went inside the tent to change and a returned a moment later holding his gross boxers in his hand. He wasn’t lying: they looked absolutely putrid, they looked like he had them on for at least several weeks, and I could smell them from a distance. They were black with so many stains of sweat and cum I winced.
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“All right, let’s make sure you stay quiet, prisoner...”
Mr. Watson put his cigar between his teeth and my father removed the sweaty palm from my lips. The moment he did, my Godfather started cramming the worn out piece of cloth into my protesting mouth. When the taste hit my palate, I thought I would vomit. It was nothing I could compare it to; soiled, sweaty, salty, cheesy and slimy. And, they were really big. So big, that I had much trouble with accepting the whole material inside my mouth. But my Godfather wanted them inside and in they finally went, making my cheeks expand painfully. I was panting heavily through my nose now.
“Fuck, dude, those are gross....” Mr. Rost stated.
“I told you they need a good cleaning... All right, let’s seal his mouth for good.”
My father was ready with the super wide duct tape and handed it to Mr. Watson. He unwound some and stuck it against my cheek. He kept wrapping the tape around my mouth way over twenty times; I stopped counting when it hit twenty five... He made the wraps tight, smoothing the tape on my face after each wrap. By the time he finally tore the tape and plastered the loose end, my lower face was totally covered in the military, sticky tape. I tried to speak, but even my whimpers came out really muffled. The job was perfect...
“Nice and quiet, that’s how I like you, son.” My Dad patted me on the cheek and turned to uncle Kev: “ Don’t worry, bro. Once we get him to your place you can keep him roped up and sucking up on your socks and underwear for as long as you want!”
“MMpphh.....”
“See, he’s eager to do it already!” Uncle Doug added and the guys laughed.
Without a warning I was pushed to the ground and my legs were bent. Another pice of rope was tied between my wrists and ankles, putting me into a strict hogtie. When I refused my uncle’s offer to join their team, I never expected them to be so cruel with me. But no matter what they had in store for me, I intended to take it like a man. Unfortunately I didn’t know what they were planning....
“I have two good news for you, boy.” I heard my father again. “Since you were stupid enough to reject my brother’s offer, you’re going to be tied up and gagged for the rest of the trip, or until your team wins the tournament. So, I guess you have two days to wash you Godfather’s underwear clean, son. If you behave we there is a possibility that we undo the hogtie, though... The other news is that after we leave, we’ll leave you at Kev’s.”
FUCK.... Those muscle hunks knew how to make a prisoner suffer...