Chapter 27 - Three against one
“On the other hand, you can use the toilet if you want to. But don’t you dare brushing your teeth! I want you to keep the taste of my feet, prisoner.” Mr. Millburn said and went to the living room.
I took the soldier’s advice and went to the bathroom. I did everything I wanted to and washed my hands. Then I went to my room to prepare the bed for the night; I suspected that would be a long night; the guys would probably spend hours reminiscing the old times and it would be extremely impolite if I left them and went to bed early. Once I was finished I went downstairs; when I entered the living room I stopped and almost gasped with excitement. Mr. Parker, Mr. Millburn and Mr. Bolton were standing in the middle of the room, wearing their full army uniforms and with black, military boots on. What was more, all of them had their super tight, black leather gloves on their hands.
“So, since Ryan is already here, I guess we can begin, guys…” Mr. Parker said with an ominous smile on his handsome face.
I watched in a silent awe as the three huge soldiers took a cigar each from the open box and put them in their mouths. Mr. Millburn took a lighter from his pocket and lit his stogie; he puffed on it for a while and when he was satisfied, he passed the lighter to Mr. Parker and then to Mr. Bolton. Soon the room was filled with cigar smoke and I was getting a little intoxicated from both the view and the smell. While they were lighting up their masculine cigars I could just stare at them and do everything I could to keep that moment in my mind for as long as possible. The guys didn’t rush; judging by devilish smiles on their faces they all knew well that I was enjoying myself a lot. After quite a long while Mr. Parker finally broke the silence:
“Rick, you do the honors.”
“I hoped you would say that…”
The three blokes put their stogies in their mouths and walked to me. I was so mesmerized by the view that I didn’t offer any resistance when they grabbed me by my arms and forced me to lie on the floor. Even though I didn’t oppose, the guys were quite brutal and didn’t go easy on me. Their grips were incredibly strong; I couldn’t even dream about freeing myself. The giant studs made me lie on my stomach and when I touched the floor I immediately felt someone’s weight on my waist and on my legs. The third guy positioned himself on my head, forcing it on my side; my eyes widened when I realized that I was now looking at the military boots’ soles; they were only several inches from me. In a matter of seconds my arms were twisted brutally behind my back and pinned at the small of my back by two super strong, gloved hands. It was amazing; I wanted to struggle a little, but the moment I tried I felt the grip on my wrists tighten and the pressure on my head increase. I stopped and lied calmly, expecting the inevitable.
“Give him your best work, Rick. We don’t want him to disturb us during the evening.” I heard Mr. Parker’s voice.
“Fuck, dude… you don’t have to tell me this. You can be sure that once I’m done with the kid, he’ll have absolutely no chance to free himself.”
Judging by what I heard Mr. Parker was sitting on top of me and Mr. Bolton was on my buttocks; that meant that Mr. Millburn was keeping my legs still. For a moment the only sound I could hear was quiet puffing on the cigars; soon my arms were forced next to each other and lifted a little bit. I felt rope being wrapped mercilessly tightly around my wrists. Mr. Bolton, who was tying me up, was very skilled; he wrapped the rope countless times, around my bare hands before he finally cinched a triple knot. Once my wrists were secured, Mr. Parker forced my elbows very close to each other and I felt another coil of rope being applied to my upper limbs. I tried to follow Mr. Bolton’s moves, but they were very sophisticated. I could only feel the wraps on both of my arms, over and under my elbows. After a few minutes, he finally cinched the last knot and I tested my bondage. The roping was superb and Mr. Bolton kept his promise; I knew I wouldn’t be able to free myself without help.
“All right, let’s pick the fucker up.”
I felt the guys getting up and in a second they grabbed my arms and pulled me up. Mr. Millburn and Mr. Parker stood at my sides with their gloved hands on my shoulders. While they were keeping me still and looking at me with huge smiles on their faces, Mr. Bolton went behind my back. I soon felt even more rope on my upper arms, but this time he was also wrapping it around my chest and shoulders, making a complicated rope chest harness. He bound the ropes extremely tightly and expertly; there was absolutely no slack to use to escape. When he was done with my torso he grabbed yet another coil and started wrapping it around my abdomen and wrists, circling them from time to time and then moving along around my body. As a final touch he took another very long coil, folded it in two and tied one end to my wrists. Then he wrapped it around my groins, thighs and around my waist several times before tying up the loose end to my already bound wrists. Now my arms were completely immobilized behind my back.
“Open your fucking mouth, kid!” Mr. Bolton said roughly when he appeared in front of me with his cigar clenched between his teeth.
The moment I complied the huge brute started something into my mouth. The taste and smell were incredibly cheesy and strong. I looked at his hands and saw another piece of cloth in them; I immediately realized what it was: the giant soldier was stuffing a pair of his well worn out socks into my yap. They used to be white one day, but now the soles were almost black and they looked extremely used. I groaned into the gag, but Mr. Bolton just smiled around his cigar and kept pushing the sock in. When the first one was inside my mouth, he squashed the other one in his gloved hands and forced it in, too. I moaned and protested, but to no avail; the muscular army dude wanted them both inside and there was nothing I could do to stop him. When he was done, my whole oral cavity was filled with his pungent tasting socks.
“I hope you like chewing on a real alpha’s socks, boy. You’re gonna have them in your mouth for as long as I want, weather you fucking like it or not!”
“There, tape his mouth shut, man.” Mr. Millburn said, handing his buddy a roll of super sticky, extra wide, silver duct tape.
The stud grabbed the roll and peeled off a wide strip. He pressed it over my protesting mouth and started wrapping it around my lower face. The ripping sound echoed in the room and filled my ears; every layer was pressed tightly against my skin, sealing my fate completely. After the twentieth turn, Mr. Bolton ripped the tape off and plastered the loose end on my cheek. He patted me roughly, took a dip drag on his cigar and blew the smoke towards my face. I coughed a little, but he didn’t bother.
“I love when my prisoners are silent.” He said when he tossed the tape away.
“Let’s finish him off, I bet he can’t wait to be in a hogtie again.” Mr. Millburn said and forced me down.
The three soldiers laid me on the floor again and Mr. Bolton began working on my legs. He made them parallel and first bound my ankles together. Now that I was completely roped up and helpless I thought he would go easy on me, but I was wrong. The roping was again mercilessly tight and inescapable. After cinching the last knot he immediately moved on to my calves and then thighs. I felt the rope being wrapped around my lower limbs countless times and by the time the alpha jock was finished, my whole legs were hidden under the layers of rough, tight rope. I didn’t have much time to adjust to my new restraints; after a few seconds my legs were bent and my heels were pressed at my buttocks. I felt another rope being wrapped around my bound wrists and connected to the ankles. Mr. Bolton took his time creating an excruciating hogtie. When he finished tying the last knot, he rolled me on my side and blew the cigar smoke into my face again.
“There, that’s how I like my boys: fucking tied, gagged and at the level of my feet.”
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