Chapter 31 - The Bonding Time
Now, that everything between my father was settled, me and him went upstairs to get Luke. I was in my grey T-shirt, shorts and cleats, while my father was shirtless, with only his blue jeans, wide leather belt and boots on. He led the way upstairs and I followed. Judging by the smell, he didn’t bother to take a shower when he was in the bathroom; his sweaty stench was really intense. I was beginning to like this kind of smell, so I kept as close to him as possible, without arousing suspicion. But, even though I was trying to behave normally, I was quite sure he knew well why I was following him so closely. I even had a feeling he slowed his pace, so I could enjoy the little journey upstairs a little longer, but that was probably just my imagination.
When we entered Luke’s bedroom, he was still tightly roped to his chair and his gag as flawless as when his father was applying it. He looked at us with a puzzled look on his face; I guess he knew me and my Dad were up to something. My father smiled and came closer to him; he checked all the knots and, when made sure everything was as snug as it should be, he went in front of Luke, leaned a little towards him and put his arm at the back of the chair, next to Luke’s head.
“So, kiddo, you’re still tied up all right, huh?”
“Mmpphh!!”
“Looks like our little prisoner here wants to say something….” My Dad said with a smirk. Then he turned to me: “Help me take him downstairs, son.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier if we untied his legs, took him downstairs and retied him?”
“Yeah, we definitely could do that, but taking him there like this would be much more fun.” My Dad replied and encouraged me to come closer.
“All right, let’s do it then!”
When I came closer to the guys my father told me to take a strong hold on the chair and lift it up. Luke wasn’t too heavy, so it wasn’t a problem to lift the chair, even with him on it. Me and my Dad started to walk to the stairs carefully. Luke was quite smart; the moment he knew what was going on, he immediately stopped grunting and squirming. Dad and I dragged him to the stairs and looked at each other: getting Luke downstairs would be quite a task, especially considering the fact, that the stairs were narrow. My father went first and I followed; after several minutes of sweating and tensing our muscles, we got our prisoner downstairs and sat him at the table in the kitchenette.
“Good job, son!” My father said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“So, what do you want to do with him now, Dad?”
“Nothing, I just wanted him to be here while we prepare the dinner. I want to have an eye on him.”
“Oh, that’s fine with me. And I’m sure Luke won’t protest, either…” I said and winked.
“Mmmphhh!!”
Luke was trying to speak through his gag, but Dad and I ignored him. We started preparing the meal and only from time to time checked on Luke. He was struggling against his bonds, so it was necessary to make sure he would stay nicely tied up and gagged. The cooking with my father was quite fun: we were talking a lot about some meaningless stuff and I felt the bond between us getting stronger and stronger. After the dinner was ready my Dad took two plates from the cupboard. I was a little surprised to see that he didn’t intend to feed Luke, but that was his decision to make. Luke was grunting wildly when the two of us were eating; he was visibly furious and cast me angry glances a lot. I knew that once he would be back in charge he would have his revenge with me, but I didn’t care. In fact, deep inside, I was kind of waiting for it.
“Take care of the dishes, boy.” My father told me and went upstairs.
“Mmmpphhhh….” Luke was trying to attract my attention when my Dad left.
I took no notice of his whimpering and dealt with the task my Dad gave me. A few moments after I had finished with the washing up, I saw him coming back, with a box in his hands. He placed it on the table and lit a fresh cigar. He puffed on it for several seconds before he was satisfied.
“On the chair, kid!” He told me in a stern voice.
“What, why?!”
“Because I’m telling you so! I’m gonna rope you up good and have a nice, quiet evening… So move your ass over here if you know what’s good for you!”
I sighed and did as he ordered. As soon as I sat on the chair I felt his strong grip on my arms as he was twisting them behind the chair. In a matter of seconds I felt the rope being wrapped around my crossed wrists; my father was methodical and made the ropes tight and snug, with the knot beyond the reach of my fingers. I was stuck again and I loved it; plus, my father’s masculine attitude, combined with the smell of his sweat and cigar smoke was making me dizzy.
Once my Dad was finished with my wrists, he started lashing my arms and torso to the chair. He looped the rope around my torso and the chair, tightening it after each wrap. Next came the legs: he bound my ankles, shins and even thighs to the chair, so I was completely helpless and stuck. Of course I tried to escape his bonds, but that wasn’t an option. Once my father was done, there was no way I could free myself without help.
“So much fun trussing you up, boy!” He said, placed the cigar between his teeth and grabbed something from the box.
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“Open wide, son!”
I didn’t even have the time to react, as my father started pushing the wet black wad of clothes into my mouth. When it entered my mouth I realized it was wet and slimy; it also tasted terrible. Those must have been his socks, now covered with sweat. I tried to fight him, but it just made him laugh and smirk. After only a few moments the two socks were inside my mouth, preventing me from speaking and making noise. When the gag was past my teeth, my Dad took a roll of black gaffer tape and wrapped it ten times around my head and over my mouth, sealing my fate both metaphorically and practically. There was no way I could spit the dreadful socks out.
“Just so you know, kid… Those are the socks I was gagged with earlier. They were gross when I had them in my mouth, so I guess now they’re even worse. I hope you’ll enjoy sharing the same gag with your father, son! And even if you don’t… who cares!?”
My father patted me on the cheek and sat on the couch, leaving me and Luke tied up in front of each other. I looked my buddy in the eye: he was definitely enjoying my predicament. I didn’t have too much time to think about it, though; soon I heard the car approaching. Mr. Howard and my uncle were back. But something wasn’t right: when the guys went on the porch it was clear, that there are many of them, definitely more than two.
When the door opened Jacob and Shawn came inside, both wearing cowboy hats they got at the rodeo. They looked at me and Luke and just winked at us. But what I saw next was a complete surprise: my uncle walked inside, he was all gagged with duct tape wrapped around his head and something was definitely filling his mouth. His arms were handcuffed behind his back and he was yelling and bucking like wild. My eyes got wide; for the first time I was really sorry I was gagged and unable to ask what was going on.
Mr. Howard came in and closed the door. When all the guys were inside my father got up from the couch.
“Fuck, it seems that Christmas came sooner this year….” He said with an evil grin on his face…