Chapter 8 - A friend's visit
When I realized what my father was about to do I started panicking; being tied up by my own Dad was one thing, but being seen by someone else was something I definitely wanted to avoid, but unfortunately for me I was no position do anything about it. With my arms and legs bound with rope and hogtied I could only lie on the couch, waiting for the turns of events. Unable to speak I could only watch the muscular, shirtless police office walk to the door, still holding the unlit cigar between his teeth. When he disappeared from my sight I started struggling like crazy, hoping that maybe this time I would have more luck and somehow manage to wiggle my hands free from the ropes. After a few seconds it once again turned out that my father was an expert at roping; all my efforts got me nowhere. I was now panting heavily and sweating like crazy, both from the struggling and anxiety. I really hoped that my Dad would fob off whoever was standing by the door, but after a moment I heard two men talking and walking towards me. I closed my eyes, preparing for the inevitable; when I opened them and saw who was in the room I moaned into my oversized gag.
My best friend, Nick Foster, was standing next to the couch and looking down at me. He is a tall guy, not too muscular, but also not skinny. At that moment he was wearing his jacket, had jeans and cleats on. When he first saw me he seemed shocked, but after a while he burst out into a nervous laughter and walked to me. I felt his fingers running all over my body, looking at the bonds and admiring my father’s roping skills. He even tickled me a little on my soles, making my body jolt. When he was done he squatted down in front of my face and touched my taped face. I tried to shake his hand off, but he just smiled and squeezed my chin a little tighter. Finally, after a few minutes he let me go and stood up. My father was behind him, lighting up his fat cigar and observing us.
“What’s going on, Sir? Why is Mike all tied up and gagged like that?” My buddy asked and I had a feeling his voice was trembling a little.
“Nothing serious, buddy. My son asked me to do an escape challenge with him.”
“An escape challenge?”
“Yeah… apparently many boys your age want to test their escaping skills, so they ask someone to tie them up and measure how much time it takes them to get free. It’s a new fashion or something… Anyway, Mike asked me to do it with him, but at first I was rather skeptical about it. I told him that if I tie him up he won’t be able to escape, but he insisted so much that I finally agreed. I’ve just finished binding him, and I’m not even bothering to start a stopwatch. When I restrain a man, he stays that way until I decide to let him go, it’s one of the things you learn in the army, kiddo.”
“Oh… I see, Sir…”
I closed my eyes as I was listening to the conversation. For a moment I was afraid that Dad would tell Nick the truth, but luckily for me he decided otherwise and I was extremely grateful for that. I really didn’t want my friend to find out that I practiced self bondage and that I was found by my own father like that. Now that the muscular cop told my mate the fake story about the challenge all I had to do was to follow his lead. I struggled a little bit again and tried to get rid of the gag with my tongue; not that I believed I would succeed, but I had to show Nick that I was at least doing my best. For a few minutes my Dad and friend were looking down at me, but when I failed escaping and stopped fighting they sat on the chairs in front of me.
“Wow… Sir, you really roped him up well!”
“Of course I did! My father used to tell me that if I decide to do something, I should do it right! Besides, when you tie a man up you want him to stay that way.”
“You must have tied up many guys, Sir… Your roping skills look amazing!”
“Yeah, that’s actually true, buddy. When I was in the army we had special trainings in restraining prisoners.”
“Sounds cool, Sir!”
“It really was fun! Anyway, I would give you beer, but since you’re too young for that I can only offer orange juice if you want.”
“Of course, Sir! So you don’t mind me staying? I actually came to visit Mike, but since he’s… unable to speak or hang out with me, I can go.”
“No need to!”
“Thanks, Mr. Wright!” When Nick said that I had a strange feeling that he was relieved.
The two guys kept talking for more less half an hour and I was surprised how many questions my mate asked about keeping guys tied up and silenced. Since I also loved the topic I decided to just lie there and listen to them. My eyes went wider and wider when I heard my Dad talking about all of those army hunks he used to bind during their trainings and how he loved being in charge. According to his stories, he had a natural talent for restraining and in a very short time no one could escape his bonds. I had no idea if the giant behemoth was making things up or embellishing the actual event, but judging how mercilessly I was tied up, I was disposed to believe in them. Nick seemed to be mesmerized by them too, he didn’t even look at me as they were talking.
“All right, kiddo, it’s been fun, but I have some work to do with the car.” Dad said when he finished drinking his beer.
“Do you need any help, Sir? I would love to listen more to your army stories if you don’t mind.”
“Thanks, Nick, but that won’t be necessary. Anyway, you came to see my son and hang out with him, so I’ll just leave you two alone.”
“All right, Sir!”
“Just don’t you dare untying him, or taking his gag out! He’s going to stay like that until I decide to untie him, got that, kiddo?”
“Absolutely!”
Soon my father disappeared, leaving me and my friend alone. Nick came closer to me and sat on the floor near the couch. I moaned and grunted into my oversized gag, begging him to let me go, but he refused. He made fun of me and soon stood up to check all the bonds again, apparently enjoying the situation. While he was admiring my hogtie and tickling my feet with his fingers, I spotted my Dad skulking towards us quietly. He had a coil of rope in his hand and I already knew my buddy was in trouble. I wanted to warn him, but my father’s two socks jammed into my mouth didn’t allow me to do much. Dad walked to us in no time and winked at me.
“You really are screwed up, aren’t you Mike?” Nick asked with a smile.
“So are you, buddy….”
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