Chapter 11 - The interrogation
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I watched the two super hot soldiers walk away from me and when they disappeared in one of the rooms I immediately started to struggle. Even though I did my best to loosen the bonds or wiggle my hands free, all my efforts were completely futile. My whole upper body was firmly lashed to the back of the chair, my arms and wrists were tightly bound behind it, my legs were tied to the legs of the chair and even my thighs were roughly roped up to the seat. No matter how hard I tried to escape, I could do nothing; the two muscular alpha studs did an extremely good job tying me up. After a few minutes of intense struggling it was clear I would remain tied up for as long as my captors wanted. When I realized that, I started to yell into my gag, but all that came out were some quiet, muffled moans; Mr. Millburn’s two incredibly sweaty socks stuffed into my mouth were doing their job well. Of course, I tried to push them out, but ten layers of super strong, military grade grey duct tape prevented me from doing so; I was strictly bound and gagged with no chances to free myself without help.
I settled down and started to think about that had happened only several moments before. According to Mr. Millburn’s own words, he was ‘Bondage-Prisoner’, but that was the only thing I could be certain about. Everything else was a complete mystery and many thoughts and questions were now swirling in my head; I had no idea if both of the guys knew about my leanings, or if only Mr. Millburn knew about it and simply convinced his buddy that it would be a lot of fun if they roped me up and gagged me for some time. I didn’t know for how long they wanted to keep me their prisoner or what would they would to me when they come back. It also seemed strange that they both wore black, tight, leather gloves and smoked cigars while restraining me. When all those questions and images were flooding my mind, I felt a familiar tingle in my crotch. Now that I calmed down a little I really started to enjoy my utter helplessness, ropes and thick gag.
After two hours I heard heavy footsteps and soon the two muscular jocks entered the living room and walked to me. When I saw them my eyes widened and I felt a new wave of pleasure rushing through my tied up body; both hunks were now wearing full military uniforms. They had army boots on their feet and they were still wearing those extremely masculine, tight leather gloves. They were also smirking at me. Unfortunately I couldn’t see their eyes, because they put on their shades. I’ve always liked guys wearing sunglasses, but at that moment it was a something completely different; being unable to see the captors’ eyes was extremely thrilling and exciting.
When the soldiers came close they both stood in front of me for a moment and then Mr. Parker went behind my back to check my bonds; when he was passing me by I felt the smell of whiskey; the guys must have had some when they were alone. Satisfied that everything was in order, he walked in front of me again, put out two cohiba cigars from his chest pocket and handed one to Mr. Millburn. I watched in awe as the two military alpha jocks lit them up and exhaled thick clouds of smoke from their mouths. After several moments of puffing on the stogies Mr. Parker moved closer to me, put his booted foot on the chair seat and rested it on my thigh, dangerously close to my crotch. Then he leaned towards me a little.
“I hope that the two hours of time we gave you to think everything through is enough. My buddy and I will take off your gag, so you can answer our questions properly. If you speak without permission, you’ll get punished. If you speak in a disrespectful way, you’ll get punished. If you refuse to answer the question, you’ll get punished. We want all your answers to be accurate and short. Do I make myself clear, prisoner?”
I looked at his incredibly handsome face and nodded my head quietly. Since I couldn’t see Mr. Parker’s eyes I had no idea if he was serious or was just fooling around with, but I didn’t want to risk it. His voice was stern and rough and it looked like the guys were ready to fulfill their threats. Mr. Millburn put his cigar between his teeth and went behind my back. I felt his gloved fingers on my face as he started to unwind the super sticky layers of duct tape from my mouth. It hurt like hell, but I remained quiet and calm. When the last piece of tape was gone, Mr. Parker dived his fingers into my mouth and pulled his buddy’s socks out; they were now all covered with my saliva, but my host didn’t seem to bother about this. I moved my jaw for a moment, but didn’t dare to speak.
“All right, let’s begin: do you like being tied up, prisoner?”
“Yes, Sir.” I answered quietly.
“Do you like being tied up by guys?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“When did you realize you like this stuff?”
“I think it started when I was a teenager, Sir. But it’s noth….” I didn’t finish my sentence; Mr. Parker slapped me really hard in my face and grabbed my chin in a strong grip.
“Did I give you a fucking permission to say something more than answering my questions?!”
“No, Sir…”
“So keep your fucking mouth shut and just answer the questions, understood?!”
“Yes, Sir…”
“Have you ever been tied up before?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good.”
I watched as Mr. Millburn grabbed two chairs and placed them in front of mine. He and his buddy sat on them and puffed on their fat cigars for a few moments. I was aroused as hell by that point; I was tied up and being interrogated by two extremely hot guys. I loved every second of it and even being slapped hard and yelled at didn’t bother me. It was like a dream come truth. After several moments of silence Mr. Parker started speaking again; this time his voice was much more gentle:
“It took me some time to realize what you are really into, Ryan. I didn’t pay that much attention to the fact that you called me ‘Sir’ all the time; the explanation you gave me was very convincing. You were also very careful not to stare at the guys too much when I was around. But you made one mistake that allowed me to discover your secret: around six months ago I was staying at your house and enjoying a nice evening with your father. You came home drunk and started playing with your phone. We told you to go to bed and Doug went to the garage to get some more beer. I followed you to make sure you are all right. You never knew I did and when I looked at your phone I saw that you were looking at the pictures of guys in tight bondage.”
Mr. Parker stopped there and kept looking at my face. I tried to recall the scene he was talking about, but I had only some blurry memories of that evening. It seemed that I had had too much to drink and let my guard down for a moment. I felt ashamed that my secret was discovered that way. I didn’t have too much time to think about that stupid mistake, though, because Mr. Parker stated speaking again:
“For the next months I’ve been trying to make sure that I was right. I started walking shirtless more when you were around and from time to time I slipped some lines about tying you up into our conversations to see how you would react. I must admit that you were very careful and if I hadn’t known you so well, you could’ve fooled me. But I needed a solid proof that I was right; after all, all I had so far were merely traces. So I asked Scott to help me and he created an account on that bondage site I saw you on; I suspected what you might be into, so I told him what to write there. We didn’t know if you would take the bait, but you did. You know the rest of the story.”
I stared at the two soldiers with wide eyes; Mr. Parker was planning this for several months. Now everything started to make sense: all his talking that he would have no problems to tie me up, walking shirtless and showing off his muscles, smoking cigars and even our little wrestle mach; it was all supposed to check my reaction.
“But there’s one more thing we still need to know, Ryan…” I heard Mr. Millburn speak.
I turned to him and watched him stand up and unzip his military pants. I knew what he was up to, so I immediately turned my head away again and closed my eyes. I loved to admire guys’ muscles and was more than willing to be tied up by such muscular hunk, but I never liked full nudity. For a moment there was silence, so I dared to open my eyes and look at the soldier who was now towering over me. To my great surprise, he was smiling down at me while puffing on his fat stogie.
“You’ve past the test. When you said you didn’t want sex, I didn’t believe you. But now that I’ve seen how you reacted when I wanted to unzip my pants, I’m sure you did tell the truth…”
“And that means we can move on with our little plan…” Mr. Parker added.
He stood up from his chair and walked closer to me. He grabbed the two slimy socks that had been in my mouth before and started to push them inside my yap again. He was brutal and merciless. He forced the material past my teeth and the moment he did I heard the familiar sound of duct tape being unwound from the roll. Soon I felt the super sticky tape on my mouth again; Mr. Millburn wrapped it around my head and over my mouth twelve times before he ripped it off. Both of them stood in front of me, with their cigars in their mouths.
“Welcome to your new life, prisoner…”
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