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Chapter 7 - Imprisoning
“Mmppphhh….” I moaned when I saw the guys came closer to me.
Each one had a cigar in his mouth, each one was sweating a lot. Their huge muscles were bulging right in front of me when they were checking the rope knots. Even though their process of restraining me was interrupted for only few minutes the hunks wanted to make sure everything was in order before they would proceed. And I was so powerless to stop them. Compared to them I was really small and weak; they could do absolutely everything to me. I felt four sets of hands all over my body, checking the ropes surrounding my limbs and imprisoning me completely. What was worse, my dick was still rock hard in my pants and that made the huge blokes tease and mock me. When Mr. Rost was checking the ropes over my thighs and abdomen he ‘accidentally’ touched my manhood with his hand and smirked at me. I was so fucking helpless.
“All right, guys, the kid won’t be going anywhere any time soon. Time to shut his mouth for good and move on with setting the camping and then winning the game. I don’t intend to lose to such weaklings…” Uncle Doug patted my cheek and blew the cigar smoke right into my face, making me cough and the guys laugh.
“Mmmpphhh!!” I tried to spat back, but uncle Kev’s hand didn’t let me do too much noise.
“Yeah, those little kids are so fucking adorable when they want to fight such muscled guys like us…”
My father said, adding even more to my humiliation.
“Let’s get to business, guys!” Uncle Kev hurried his buddies.
Without saying another word the guys made me sit and I felt uncle Kev sit right behind me. He put his cigar into his mouth and with his now free hand he pressed my totally roped upper body against his rock hard chest and abdomen, which by now were all covered in sweat. The huge bloke wrapped his legs around my stomach, further pinning me to him. My palms were now somewhere near his crotch area, and from what I could feel, the guy was really turned on. Probably I wasn’t the only man in the world whose dick becomes erect during such circumstances.…
When one of my uncles was positioning me and pressing me against himself Mr. Watson put my legs straight on the ground and sat on my shins. Mr. Rost sat on my thighs; he was so close to me that he actually pressed my dick against my abdomen, making me shake and wiggle in the bonds. As expected, neither of the guys paid any attention to my discomfort; they just kept doing their job. My pathetic whimpers and struggles were completely unnoticed; whatever the huge dudes had in store for me, there was nothing I could do to prevent it happening.
I watched my father kneel near me and unlace his military boots. He definitely wasn’t in hurry; he seemed to enjoy the situation, the total control over his son. He was puffing calmly on his huge stogie, casting me a weird glance from time to time. From my current position I could only look at my Dad removing his huge boots and reveal what was under it. What I saw was far beyond my worst expectations; the socks my father was wearing were really hard to describe; they used to be white long time ago. Now they were all covered in sweat stains and the soles were dirty brown. They looked like pure evil; I had no idea what my father did in them and for how long has he been wearing them. One thing was certain though: the socks were gross, disgusting and dump from my father’s fresh sweat.
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“Dude, what the fuck is that?!” Mr. Rost asked when the smell hit his nose.
“Mmmpphhh!!!” I tried yelling into my uncle’s huge hand.
“Sorry, son, but you’re our prisoner now and you’re gonna be treated like one. These things are going inside your mouth, whether you like it or not.” My father said when he put his bare feet into his military boots again and laced them up again.
He took several deep drags on his cigar while observing me. I was so screwed up; held by three huge masculine guys, observed by my own father who was about to gag me with his putrid, gross socks. My moaning and weak attempts to escape were clearly amusing them; they were in control and they loved it. I could only await my inevitable fate, which was drawing nearer and nearer with every passing second. Finally he placed the cigar between his teeth in the corner of his mouth, came closer to me and squatted down; his face was now only several inches from mine, and I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead.
“Now, we can do it the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours here, boy.” He said looking straight into my terrified eyes.
“Mmmpphh!!”
“The hard way then, very good!” My Dad smirked and turned to uncle Kev: “Squeeze his cheeks, man.”
“You are so fucking cruel, bro… I love that!” Uncle Doug responded smiling around his stogie.
Uncle Kev pinched my nose shut with one hand and grasped my chin with the other. He pressed his index and middle fingers against my cheeks, causing me to struggle in pain. I tried to fight, to postpone the unavoidable, but it didn’t last long. I guess after twenty seconds of holding my breath I had to give. That was exactly what my father was waiting for; when he saw me opening my mouth he immediately started jamming his unbelievably worn out sock deep into my oral cavity. The taste was devastating; I felt like I was tasting my father’s fresh sweat mixed up with what seemed like months old stench and filth. My Dad had a very strong scent, which now was accumulated in the sock, that was filling up my entire mouth. I was coughing a lot, but it didn’t make any impact on my father, who kept pushing the material in, until the sock disappeared behind my teeth.
“Shit, dude, you aren’t going easy on him…” Uncle Doug said, fascinated with his brother’s cruelty. “Damian, get the tape!”
“Don’t be so impatient, dude, I still have one more sock to use…” My Dad said with a devilish grin.
“Nmmmhhmmm!!!” I didn’t expect that one coming.
“I doubt the kid can take one more, dude…” My Godfather spoke when he saw my bulging cheeks.
“Just watch and learn, my friend…”
Before I knew it my father stuck his three fingers into my mouth and used them to move the sock to my right cheek. He was now compressing it in my mouth, squashing it painfully against the cheek; that made the left part of my oral cavity free. My Dad took his other dump sock and forced it into my mouth and against my other cheek. It was worse than I could have imagined. When he was done and removed his fingers I felt the socks expand inside my mouth. They were pressing my tongue down almost too well, any attempts to speak were now completely reduced to barely audible, pathetic whimpers.
“Now, give me the tape!”
Mr. Rost handed my Dad the tape. He unwound some and pressed the extra wide piece on my cheek. I moaned in disgust as he wrapped the tape carefully and tightly over my mouth and behind my head, sealing my fate. He circled the tape slowly around my packed mouth over fifteen times, pressing the tape against my skin after each wrap. The tape was squashing my cheeks, making the socks inside my mouth press against each other and my tongue even more. My predicament was complete: bound by five aggressive hunks, gagged with my own father’s worn and sweaty socks.
“There, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, boy!” My father said when he tore the tape and pressed the loose and end over my taped lips.
“Look on the bright side, Peter: maybe if you taste a real man’s sweat and stench, you’ll be finally able to grow and build up some muscles, who knows?” Mr. Rost said and all the guys laughed at his ridiculous joke.
“Let’s finish with the kid and move on with the camping…”
I couldn’t believe my ears; what else did they want to do with me? I was totally immobile, I could only move my fingers and head. The knots were perfectly snug, out of my reach and there was no way in hell I could free myself without help. I whimpered into the gag, but the guys just laughed at me. My uncle’s rolled me on my stomach and bent my legs as much as they could go. I moaned when I felt one of the guys tie my ankles with another piece of rope and then tie it to my wrists. Two more coils connected my knees with my elbows. I was bound more strictly I ever thought was possible.
“Yeah, the hogtie will keep you out of trouble for the rest of the day, kid!” Mr. Watson said and rolled me on my side. “Just as I thought, still hard as a rock…”
Fuck, what have I got myself into?!