Chapter 18 - By the pool
It seemed that Mr. Parker and his military friend had decided to keep my mind occupied all the time that day. When I heard Mr. Millburn’s words I immediately wanted to know what the two soldiers had in store for me. Unfortunately, the two cheesy socks in my mouth and multiple layers of super strong duct tape wrapped around my head didn’t allow me to ask any questions. I grunted and moaned a little and stared at my captors with wide eyes, but they just winked at me and got back to their idle conversation. Several hours before I would have probably be alarmed, but after Mr. Parker’s assurances that I was safe, I was just curious what the two giant hunks had in mind. Of course, there was no way to get those information, so after several minutes I just relaxed and looked the two guys in the swimming pool.
I was lying on the cold tiles, bathed in early afternoon sunrays and watching two extremely muscular blokes puffing on their fat cigars, enjoying whisky and talking about some meaningless stuff. It was wonderful. I started struggling a little bit and grunting into my huge gag to feel the ropes on my body; the feeling of helplessness was amazing. Since I was lying right next to the pool, from time to time one of the guys came close to me, ruffled my hair and checked my bonds. Neither me nor them believed that I could free myself, so it was probably just to show me that I was completely under their mercy. Whenever I saw Mr. Parker or his buddy approaching, I started struggling again and moaning into my gag and judging from the big smiles on their handsome faces they liked that as much as I did. I was enjoying my predicament a lot and completely lost the track of time.
“Fuck, I forgot to take the towels…” I heard Mr. Parker’s voice.
“Happens. If you want, I can go and get them.”
“Nah, I have a better idea…”
Mr. Parker got out of the swimming pool splashing the water around. I watched him as he was getting closer to me with a devilish smile on his face. I don’t know why, but I had a strange feeling that he would untie my legs and order me to get inside and bring the towels. But it turned out I was completely wrong with me predictions; Mr. Parker squatted down next to me and rolled me on my side. He grabbed my chin, forced me to look into his eyes and told me to stay quiet and motionless. I had no idea what he had in mind, but soon I understood everything. The huge soldier stood up, placed his left foot on my shorts and started wiping his feet against my leg. I looked at him with wide eyes, completely taken aback by that. He just smiled down at me and simply wiped his other foot using my shorts as a rag.
“I knew you’d prove to be a good avail one day, prisoner.”
“Mmmpphhh!”
“Yeah, good luck with that!” Mr. Parker rolled me on my stomach again and went inside the house.
“How did you like that, prisoner? Mr. Millburn asked when I turned my head towards him.
“Mmmhh…”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
“Mmmpphh!!”
Mr. Millburn didn’t say anything else, so I just stared at him and struggled a little bit. It was the first time when I actually felt like a real prisoner; a prisoner with whom Mr. Parker and his buddy could do whatever they wanted. When I thought about that for a while I was surprised, because it didn’t make me angry or ashamed. On the contrary, it felt quite right to be mercilessly tied up, gagged and used in any way the two alpha jocks would find appropriate. Plus, now I was sure that neither of them would cross the line or do anything to hurt me. After a moment of consideration I decided that I liked what had happened, but I didn’t have too much time for thinking; soon Mr. Parker appeared again, this time holding two towels in his hands.
“Did you guys have a nice chat when I was gone?” He asked and handed Mr. Millburn one of the towels.
“No, not really… The kid isn’t much of a talker, you know… But he’s great at listening”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that, too. I told you he’d be perfect for his little role when we finally meet with Bruce.”
“Yep, I guess you were right, dude.”
The two soldiers were talking like that for a while, ignoring my muffled pleas and pathetic struggles. The more they were speaking about that mysterious guy, the more I wanted to know about him and their plans. But unfortunately, I could do nothing about it; the ropes were tight and the gag flawless. I would have to remain in complete ignorance until the time the guys would explain everything.
“All right, let’s get inside and prepare the dinner.” Mr. Millburn said when the two of them were dry,
“Fuck… I don’t feel like cooking… What do you say for pizza or something?”
“Why not? But it will take some time for the delivery guy to get here.”
“I don’t mind. I’m not that hungry yet. And I think our little prisoner would also have a piece or two…”
“Mmmpphh!!” I grunted and nodded my head.
“If he earns it, that is…”
The hunks laughed and squatted down next to me. Soon I felt the guys working on the ropes keeping me hogtied; once they were undone I let out a loud sigh of relief. In a matter of seconds they untied my ankles, calves and thighs. When my legs were free, the two soldiers stood me up and marched me inside the house. Mr. Parker grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and we walked to his entertainment room. He placed the chair in front of the couch and told me to sit on it. I did and he left the room, but not for long. He returned quickly with the sports bag in his hands. Without saying anything, he opened the bag, took several coils of rope and began tying me up to the chair. This time he was very rough; he wrapped the ropes extremely tightly, pinning my torso to the back of the chair and my legs to the legs of it. When he was sure I wouldn’t be able to stand up, he grabbed the roll of duct tape and wrapped it five more times around my gag.
“There. Sorry, kid, but we can’t take the risk. You’ll have to stay here until the delivery guy arrives.”
“MMppph….”
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