Chapter 5 - Silencing the prisoner
With Dave’s sweaty palm covering my mouth I couldn’t do much more than moan and grunt quietly. My restraints were keeping me immobilized and no matter how much strength I put in the struggling, they held me firmly. The straps were tight, but they didn’t block the blood circulation; probably I wasn’t the first guy the muscular jocks tied up this way and it seemed that both of them had at least some experience in restraining young guys like me. The hand gag was flawless as well; the palm was clamped tightly over my lower face, allowing only barely audible grunts and moans to escape my protesting mouth. Of course I tried to move my head and shake Dave’s hand off, but the handsome jock just smirked at my futile attempts to regain the ability to speak. I looked him in the eye for a moment and tried to plea, but he ignored me completely. In fact, I was under the impression that he was pretty enjoying my predicament and loved being in full control. At that moment I wanted to know more about that guy, but since conversation was now unreachable for me I had to put all the questions that were suddenly swirling in my head aside.
Dave and I spent some time like this. After several minutes of struggling I gave up and just stared at the handsome jock, who seemed to be satisfied that I calmed down and didn’t cause any problems. He even loosened the grip on my mouth a little bit, but the moment I moved my head he tightened it back, just in case. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing, which wasn’t easy; Dave’s index finger was partially blocking my nostrils, so every breath I took made me inhale his strong, masculine scent. I couldn’t do anything with it, so I decided to let it go and just lie there, helpless, immobilized and silenced. After some time I heard footsteps approaching and soon I saw Brad coming back; he was holding something in his hands, but I had no idea what it was. The muscular jock placed the strange thing on the deck and stood next to my bed with his arms folded on his shirtless, broad chest. He was smiling down at me, which made me whimper into his buddy’s sweaty palm.
“How is our new roommate doing, man?”
“You’re gonna be surprised, but he’s quite calm now. Of course, he tried to yell and beg me to let him go, but I know how to make a prisoner quiet. When he realized his struggles are useless he calmed down.”
“Really? Well, that’s unexpected… usually boys like him fight for as long as they can, but maybe our guest is smarter than most of the newcomers. Or maybe that’s something else…” Brad replied with a wicked smile on his face.
“You think?”
“I dunno, it’s too soon to tell, mate.”
I was looking at my both captors, not actually knowing what they were talking about and eager to get that knowledge. I tried to speak but Dave’s palm was doing a great job and the only sound I could utter was very faint grunts. Even though the two soldiers were perfectly aware that I wanted to ask what they meant, they didn’t stop their conversation. They continued for several more moments before Brad finally decided that they should get to business and finish their task. I looked at him and saw that he had a devilish smile on his face. I gulped; I had a vague idea what he was going to do and I didn’t like it. But no matter how much I would protest, there was no way they would change their mind. From what I knew, the fact that I didn’t fight them impressed them a little bit, so I decided to follow that way and make my predicament less intense.
“You know what, buddy?” Brad asked me.
“Mmmhh….” I replied and my captors laughed.
“You seem to be a neat guy, who just did something wrong. I hope that once your predicament in our school is over we could become good friends and find out if we have as much in common as I think we do!”
“Mmmhhh!” I tried to say and nod my head.
“But unfortunately for you, you’re our prisoner for now and Dave and I have strict orders how we should deal with you for the time being. It’s nothing personal, dude, I hope you understand that….”
When Brad finished his sentence I knew I was in deep shit. I watched him take one of the chairs and sit on it. With growing horror I observed him put his booted feet on the bed, just next to my head and unlace them. The odor that escaped his army boots was overwhelming and when the scent hit my nose I immediately started coughing and struggling in my bonds. The young jocks didn’t even bother to notice my efforts. Ignoring my pleas, Brad removed both boots from his feet, revealing a pair of super worn socks. They were so close to my face that my eyes nearly watered from the stench. They were incredibly dirty and it seemed that the jock had been wearing them for at least several weeks; I really doubted that someone could make a pair of socks that dirty in only days. The holes made them look even more repulsive.
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“As we said, for the first week here you’re going to be restrained and gagged almost all the time. This time can be prolonged if the boss decides that it’s necessary. I realize that having my wonderfully worn out socks in your mouth might not be your dream, but they’re going in anyway. So be a good boy, don’t cause us any troubles and open up your yap wide! The more cooperative you are, the better for you. And one more thing, Nick: when Dave removes his hand from your face I don’t want to hear a peep from you, got it?” Brad said in a stern voice.
“Mmhhh….”
For a moment I was considering protesting and yelling at them to let me go, but I already knew it would be pointless. But, on the other hand, I definitely didn’t want to have those rancid, cheesy socks in my mouth so the moment the grip on my lower face was released I clamped my mouth and refused to open it. The young muscular jocks just smiled and Dave pinched my nose shut; it was only a matter of time now and after a few moments I had to breath. The second I opened my yap, Brad started pushing the first sock inside. I coughed and shouted, but that didn’t help me at all. The soldier was focused on silencing me and when the first filthy sock was behind my teeth he immediately started forcing the second one in as well. This time it was much harder; my mouth wasn’t big and one sock would be enough to gag me, but that didn’t matter. After a few long moments of struggling, Brad finally managed to push all the material inside and once he did, Dave clamped his sweaty hand over my mouth again.
“
Mmmmhhh…” I tried to say and was surprised how muffled my attempts to speak were.
I watched Brad take the strange thing he had put on the desk a few minutes ago and dangle it in front of my terrified face. I have never seen anything like that before, but I knew what it was: a thick leather muzzle gag. I closed my eyes, knowing too well what he and his army buddy would do with it and I didn’t have to wait long to find out that I was right. Dave removed his palm from my mouth and at the same moment his cruel friend started applying the nasty thing to my face. The leather bulb that was build in the gag was forced between my teeth making sure that Brad’s horrifying stuffing would stay where it was supposed to stay. When the gag was adjusted to my lower face, the muscular jocks started strapping it tightly to my head. With every strap I felt the gag tighten and stick to my face more and more. The guys took their time to buckle every notch as tightly as they could and when they finished I could only look at them and moan extremely quietly. The gag was flawless and they knew that.
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“
Mmpphhh…”
“Sorry, buddy. We hope you’re tough enough to endure this.” It was everything I heard from Dave.
Poll question number 5
Nick is now well restrained and silenced....
Here is the fifth question:
What will Brad and Dave do now?
Please scroll up and answer the poll! Also, write your answers in the comments, I am really looking forward to reading them ![Smile :)](./images/smilies/icon_e_smile.gif)
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