Re: On Vacation (M/m)
Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 1:08 pm
Chapter 6 - Guest's Visit
I was watching the TV for a few minutes when my uncle came to the room and sat on the couch near me. He took the remote and switched the channel, probably just to make me see how helpless I was. If it was his intention he succeeded; I started to grunt and pointed at the remote, wanting him to give it back. He just laughed and made himself comfortable. After an hour or so my uncle said:
“I guess, it’s time for dinner, what do you say, Steven?” He turned his face to mine, awaiting the answer.
“Mmmhhp!” I wasn’t able to say much, but my uncle had a great time teasing me this way.
“Come with me!” He commanded.
My uncle stood me up and marched me to the kitchen, where he sat me on the chair. He went upstairs and disappeared into his room; moments later I saw him getting out, this time with many coils of rope and a roll of gaffer tape in his hands. I mumbled with displeasure; I was beginning to feel a little tired of this whole imprisonment thing, but there was no way I could tell my uncle about this. Plus, I wanted him to think that I was a tough dude, so I didn’t complain when he approached me with a huge smile around his freshly lit stogie.
“You’ve had enough freedom today, kid. Let’s truss you up a little.”
Uncle Jack knelt at my side, grabbed my leg, forced it against the leg of the chair and told me to keep it there. I did. He took one of the coils and started wrapping my left thigh to the seat of the chair; he coiled the rope around my leg and the seat many times before he cinched the knot. Then he tied my ankle to the chair leg and finally my calf, making sure that the knots were neat and tight. When he was done with one leg he proceeded to the other one. In a matter of minutes I was completely immobile.
“There you go, lad. I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am!” My uncle said taking a deep drag on his cigar and blowing the smoke out.
“mmphhh!!” I tried to deny by shaking my head.
“We both know you do, kid.” He winked and went behind me.
I felt him take another coil of rope and start tying my arms to the bars of the chair. He fastened my shoulders too, then went to the elbows. I had them immobilized in no time. Finally I felt him retie the knots on my wrists and then loop some more rope around them. Soon he bound my crossed wrists to the middle bar of the chair, making me completely helpless. I tried to move my limbs a little, but absolutely nothing happened; I could move only my fingers and head now.
“Almost done with you, lad.” I heard my uncle say.
“Mpphh??”
He stood in front of me with a huge bandana in his hand.
“I know that the gag of yours is enough, but it’s always better to reinforce it, don’t you think?”
My uncle folded the bandana nicely and pushed it into my mouth, over the previous one. He took the two ends of it and tied it really tightly at the back of my head, forcing the socks deeper into my mouth. I coughed a little, but he didn’t mind that.
“I like when my prisoners are restrained and quiet, boy. You won’t be an exception here.”
He was stern this time and I had no idea what to think about it. Anyway, thinking was the only think I could do now and I didn’t even bother trying to speak. It was pretty obvious that - with two socks in my mouth, a cleave gag and the extra strong tape around my lower face – any attempts to communicate with anyone will come to naught.
I watched as my uncle gathered the ingredients for dinner and started cooking. He cut the meat, chopped the vegetables and put rice on the fire. I loved this kind of food and was glad he was preparing it; when he was frying the meat, we heard a knock on the door.
“Coming!” My uncle shouted and went to open the door.
I was terrified. Whoever it was, I definitely didn’t want to be seen all tied up and gagged. I moaned and tugged on the ropes, but nothing came loose. I got sweaty like hell, but all my efforts to free myself were futile; my uncle really knew well how to keep a guy restrained.
“Holy shit, Jack, what the fuck is going on here?!” I heard a familiar voice.
It was Matt Howard, the guy from another cottage. He was a very good friend of my dad and uncle and we usually spend much time together during the holiday.
Mr. Howard is 40 years old, but he looks much younger than that. He used to be in military; he left a few months ago and was still in very good shape; now he was working as a construction worker in the nearby town. He was a type of a joker and probably found my predicament really amusing, because the moment he saw me he started laughing like crazy. When he finally stopped and sat down on another chair my uncle answered his question.
“Nothing really, Steven wanted to see what it feels like to be fully restrained.”
“Seems to me he is restrained all right.” Mr. Howard replied and checked my bonds. “Damn, Jack, this is some serious roping!”
“When you do something, do it right!” My uncle put two bottles of beer on the table. “Help yourself, dude.”
“Thanks, man. I spotted your car earlier today when I was passing by and thought I should drop by to say hi.”
“Will you stay for dinner?”
“Why not? Luke is out tonight, so I might as well hang out with you guys.”
The two guys chatted and drank their beer while my uncle was preparing the meal. It took him about twenty more minutes to make it ready. My uncle took three plates and dished out the rice, meat and vegetables onto them. He gave one of the plates to Mr. Howard and put the other one in front of me. He grabbed the last plate for himself and both guys started to eat. I gulped when I saw the steaming plate and moaned a little.
“Patience, kid, I’ll feed you when we’re done.” My uncle said and the guys laughed loudly.
So I waited there, fortunately not for long. The guys finished eating and my uncle went behind my chair and started to undo the gag. First he undid the bandanas and placed them on the table. Next he pulled the socks out of my mouth and placed them near my plate. I moved my jaw to get rid of the pain.
“How does it feel, kid?” Mr. Howard asked me when I stopped stretching my jaw.
“Well, I didn’t wanmmmpppphh!!” I made a huge mistake; my uncle has clamped his huge palm over my mouth.
“What the fuck, dude!?” Mr. Howard was stunned.
“He just broke the rules.” My uncle replied
He took one of the moist socks and released my mouth for a split second. He forced the sock into my protesting mouth. Then the other one, until my whole mouth was packed again. The bandanas came next: first the one with a knot in the middle, then the second one, much bigger.
“What rules?”
“No speaking when without a gag.”
“You’re mean, dude… But I like it!”
My uncle took the roll of gaffer tape he had left in the kitchen earlier and unwrapped some.
“It seems that you really need to be gagged for good, prisoner!”
Having said that he plastered the tape on my cheek, over the bandanas. He circled my lover face with the tape five times, making sure it’s tight and secure. Then he ripped off two long pieces and stuck them under my chin and up to the cheeks. He unwrapped the tape again and wrapped it five more times around my mouth again. My fate was sealed; only pathetic grunts could escape my mouth now.
“mmhhhhmm” I muttered.
The guys laughed at my predicament again and lit up cigars; the room was soon filled with smoke. I watched them suck on their big stogies and drink beers. One bottle, two bottles, three bottles… I was quite all right with it’ my uncle had an incredible ability: he could drink a barrel of alcohol and was completely sober. I never knew how he was doing that.
“You want to stay overnight, man?” My uncle asked his pal when it was already late and there were many empty bottles on the table.
“If it’s not a problem…” Came the reply from a little intoxicated man.
“Let me get show you to your room then.” Uncle Jack helped his buddy to his room and returned to me.
“Hope you don’t mind sleeping on this chair, Steven. And even if you do, I don’t give it a shit. This is what a prisoner should be treated like.” He said sternly and left me alone.
I could only moan and look at him getting up the stairs… A few more minutes of struggling and I fell asleep.
I was watching the TV for a few minutes when my uncle came to the room and sat on the couch near me. He took the remote and switched the channel, probably just to make me see how helpless I was. If it was his intention he succeeded; I started to grunt and pointed at the remote, wanting him to give it back. He just laughed and made himself comfortable. After an hour or so my uncle said:
“I guess, it’s time for dinner, what do you say, Steven?” He turned his face to mine, awaiting the answer.
“Mmmhhp!” I wasn’t able to say much, but my uncle had a great time teasing me this way.
“Come with me!” He commanded.
My uncle stood me up and marched me to the kitchen, where he sat me on the chair. He went upstairs and disappeared into his room; moments later I saw him getting out, this time with many coils of rope and a roll of gaffer tape in his hands. I mumbled with displeasure; I was beginning to feel a little tired of this whole imprisonment thing, but there was no way I could tell my uncle about this. Plus, I wanted him to think that I was a tough dude, so I didn’t complain when he approached me with a huge smile around his freshly lit stogie.
“You’ve had enough freedom today, kid. Let’s truss you up a little.”
Uncle Jack knelt at my side, grabbed my leg, forced it against the leg of the chair and told me to keep it there. I did. He took one of the coils and started wrapping my left thigh to the seat of the chair; he coiled the rope around my leg and the seat many times before he cinched the knot. Then he tied my ankle to the chair leg and finally my calf, making sure that the knots were neat and tight. When he was done with one leg he proceeded to the other one. In a matter of minutes I was completely immobile.
“There you go, lad. I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am!” My uncle said taking a deep drag on his cigar and blowing the smoke out.
“mmphhh!!” I tried to deny by shaking my head.
“We both know you do, kid.” He winked and went behind me.
I felt him take another coil of rope and start tying my arms to the bars of the chair. He fastened my shoulders too, then went to the elbows. I had them immobilized in no time. Finally I felt him retie the knots on my wrists and then loop some more rope around them. Soon he bound my crossed wrists to the middle bar of the chair, making me completely helpless. I tried to move my limbs a little, but absolutely nothing happened; I could move only my fingers and head now.
“Almost done with you, lad.” I heard my uncle say.
“Mpphh??”
He stood in front of me with a huge bandana in his hand.
“I know that the gag of yours is enough, but it’s always better to reinforce it, don’t you think?”
My uncle folded the bandana nicely and pushed it into my mouth, over the previous one. He took the two ends of it and tied it really tightly at the back of my head, forcing the socks deeper into my mouth. I coughed a little, but he didn’t mind that.
“I like when my prisoners are restrained and quiet, boy. You won’t be an exception here.”
He was stern this time and I had no idea what to think about it. Anyway, thinking was the only think I could do now and I didn’t even bother trying to speak. It was pretty obvious that - with two socks in my mouth, a cleave gag and the extra strong tape around my lower face – any attempts to communicate with anyone will come to naught.
I watched as my uncle gathered the ingredients for dinner and started cooking. He cut the meat, chopped the vegetables and put rice on the fire. I loved this kind of food and was glad he was preparing it; when he was frying the meat, we heard a knock on the door.
“Coming!” My uncle shouted and went to open the door.
I was terrified. Whoever it was, I definitely didn’t want to be seen all tied up and gagged. I moaned and tugged on the ropes, but nothing came loose. I got sweaty like hell, but all my efforts to free myself were futile; my uncle really knew well how to keep a guy restrained.
“Holy shit, Jack, what the fuck is going on here?!” I heard a familiar voice.
It was Matt Howard, the guy from another cottage. He was a very good friend of my dad and uncle and we usually spend much time together during the holiday.
Mr. Howard is 40 years old, but he looks much younger than that. He used to be in military; he left a few months ago and was still in very good shape; now he was working as a construction worker in the nearby town. He was a type of a joker and probably found my predicament really amusing, because the moment he saw me he started laughing like crazy. When he finally stopped and sat down on another chair my uncle answered his question.
“Nothing really, Steven wanted to see what it feels like to be fully restrained.”
“Seems to me he is restrained all right.” Mr. Howard replied and checked my bonds. “Damn, Jack, this is some serious roping!”
“When you do something, do it right!” My uncle put two bottles of beer on the table. “Help yourself, dude.”
“Thanks, man. I spotted your car earlier today when I was passing by and thought I should drop by to say hi.”
“Will you stay for dinner?”
“Why not? Luke is out tonight, so I might as well hang out with you guys.”
The two guys chatted and drank their beer while my uncle was preparing the meal. It took him about twenty more minutes to make it ready. My uncle took three plates and dished out the rice, meat and vegetables onto them. He gave one of the plates to Mr. Howard and put the other one in front of me. He grabbed the last plate for himself and both guys started to eat. I gulped when I saw the steaming plate and moaned a little.
“Patience, kid, I’ll feed you when we’re done.” My uncle said and the guys laughed loudly.
So I waited there, fortunately not for long. The guys finished eating and my uncle went behind my chair and started to undo the gag. First he undid the bandanas and placed them on the table. Next he pulled the socks out of my mouth and placed them near my plate. I moved my jaw to get rid of the pain.
“How does it feel, kid?” Mr. Howard asked me when I stopped stretching my jaw.
“Well, I didn’t wanmmmpppphh!!” I made a huge mistake; my uncle has clamped his huge palm over my mouth.
“What the fuck, dude!?” Mr. Howard was stunned.
“He just broke the rules.” My uncle replied
He took one of the moist socks and released my mouth for a split second. He forced the sock into my protesting mouth. Then the other one, until my whole mouth was packed again. The bandanas came next: first the one with a knot in the middle, then the second one, much bigger.
“What rules?”
“No speaking when without a gag.”
“You’re mean, dude… But I like it!”
My uncle took the roll of gaffer tape he had left in the kitchen earlier and unwrapped some.
“It seems that you really need to be gagged for good, prisoner!”
Having said that he plastered the tape on my cheek, over the bandanas. He circled my lover face with the tape five times, making sure it’s tight and secure. Then he ripped off two long pieces and stuck them under my chin and up to the cheeks. He unwrapped the tape again and wrapped it five more times around my mouth again. My fate was sealed; only pathetic grunts could escape my mouth now.
“mmhhhhmm” I muttered.
The guys laughed at my predicament again and lit up cigars; the room was soon filled with smoke. I watched them suck on their big stogies and drink beers. One bottle, two bottles, three bottles… I was quite all right with it’ my uncle had an incredible ability: he could drink a barrel of alcohol and was completely sober. I never knew how he was doing that.
“You want to stay overnight, man?” My uncle asked his pal when it was already late and there were many empty bottles on the table.
“If it’s not a problem…” Came the reply from a little intoxicated man.
“Let me get show you to your room then.” Uncle Jack helped his buddy to his room and returned to me.
“Hope you don’t mind sleeping on this chair, Steven. And even if you do, I don’t give it a shit. This is what a prisoner should be treated like.” He said sternly and left me alone.
I could only moan and look at him getting up the stairs… A few more minutes of struggling and I fell asleep.