Me and my uncle were in the back my father’s van. I was tied to a chair and my uncle was sitting, leaning against the van, smoking his cigar. He kept quiet and I knew well there it would be useless to try and talk to him. Not that I could do that; I was tightly gagged with my uncle’s sock and many layers of duct tape wrapped around my face. My mouth was parched dry; I was gagged for several hours now and I wanted the gag out. Unfortunately with my hands behind my back I could do nothing to make that happen.
“Plmmmmmsmmm” I tried to say to my uncle.
He just looked at me, but said nothing. He kept puffing on his cigar. When I made a sound he stood up and smoothed the tape on my face. He then patted me gently on my cheek and sat down again. This meant that I had to stay gagged for God knew how much more. I sighed and didn’t try to make any more noise.
We were driving for what seemed like hours to me, but I guess it was around 45 minutes. Finally I heard my father, who was driving, get out of his cabin and I could hear a garage door open. Wherever my folks wanted to take me, we were there. After a while the van moved again and we drove inside the house. After my father had closed the garage door he opened the door of the van.
“You had a pleasant journey?” He asked us and he and my uncle laughed.
“It was cool, bro. He didn’t fuss at all! Not that he could to, anyway.”
I grunted something behind my gag. Keeping me bound and gagged was one thing, but they didn’t have to make fun of me.
“Let’s get him out of here.” My dad said and they both came to me.
First they untied my legs from the legs of the chair. Then they untied my torso and I was able to stand up. I turned my back to them, expecting to released, but they laughed again and turned me back again.
“Sorry, son, but you have to stay tied up a little longer. If you promise to be a good kid, we’ll take the gag out in a while.”
I rolled my eyes and cursed behind my gag. That definitely wasn’t something I wanted.
They didn’t bother answering me and they simply walked me out of the van and to the kitchen. They sat me on a chair and told me not to get up. I thought they would tie me up to this chair, but they didn’t do it. Instead, my uncle left the room and soon I heard him drive our van away. I assumed he went to his house to free his own son. I was sure that leaving his son bound and gagged on his own wasn’t that smart of him, but my thoughts were unimportant now. At least to them…
“I’m going to cook dinner for us now, son. I want you to sit in that chair, don’t make noise and we’ll take the gag out so you can it. If you behave, we won’t put it on again. Deal?” My dad asked without even looking at me.
What else could I do? I nodded my head and stayed on the chair. I watched my father peel the potatoes, cut meat and vegetables and then prepare a nice stew. I liked the smell; in fact I have to say that my dad is an excellent cook and he should work as one, but he never felt like it. I guess it was like a hobby to him and making it his work would ruin everything.
Anyway, I waited in that damn chair, not daring to move. After an hour or so the stew was ready and at the same time I hear the garage door open again and the van driving in. My uncle was back. But he wasn’t alone. His son Jeff was with him and he was tied up exactly as I was: his hands behind his back and his mouth taped shut.
“MMPPHH!” Jeff tried to speak as my uncle seated him in another chair.
“Look boys, here is the deal” my dad started when Jeff calmed down a little. “We will take your gags out and feed you. Then we’ll give you some water. If you remain completely silent we won’t gag you again. But if you dare to speak you’ll remain gagged for the rest of the day.”
Me and my cousin looked at each other. We both knew that the only way to get rid of those disgusting socks from our mouths was to agree to the terms. We both nodded.
“Good boys.” My dad said and ruffled my hair playfully.
They took the tape from our faces and we were finally able to spit the socks out. What a relief… We both moved our aching jaws. My uncle poured some water to a glass and gave some to us. It was wonderful to taste something else than my uncle’s sweaty sock. I gulped the water and waited to be fed.
After dinner my uncle lit another cigar and just relaxed. My father cleaned the table and washed the dishes. When he was done he joined us at the table.
“Now look boys.” My uncle started to speak. “In the morning when you were both tied up, one of your friends called and invited you both to some kind of a party tonight. I asked some questions and it seems there will be a lot of alcohol and other stuff like this.”
He paused for a while. I liked the idea of getting out tonight. My uncle carried on:
“But we think it’s not a good idea to let you go. It’s far too dangerous to deal with vodka, drugs and God knows what else. So we’re gonna keep you tied up like this.”
“What?! What drugs dad, I don’t take drugs!” I shouted.
“You can’t do this to us!” Jeff added.
My uncle and dad looked at each other and grinned. The stood up and my dad clamped his hands on my and Jeff’s mouths.
“Told you to stay quiet, boys” my uncle said and grabbed the socks.
He came to me first and put the sock into my mouth again. He then did the same to his son. We couldn’t spit it out, because my dad hand gagged us again. My uncle took the roll of duct tape and unwound some. He plastered the piece on my cheek and wrapped the tape 15 times around my lower face. Then he did the same thing to Jeff. We were completely gagged again.
“You’re gonna stay like this until tomorrow morning. Since you can’t obey the rules you must get punished.” My uncle said and left they both left the kitchen.
My cousin and I struggled and shouted but it did us no good. We were stuck. Our captors soon came back and took us to the living room where they forced us on our bellies on the floor. We spent the whole evening like that.
When it was time to go to bed my uncle went to the garage and came back with several piles of rope in his hand. Without saying a word he tied both of us into hogties, so we won’t cause troubles while they were asleep.
My dad stayed with us and slept on the couch. It was safer that way I suppose.
In the morning they untied us completely. I was furious with them and I didn’t say a word. I simply went to my room and went to sleep again. It was really uncomfortable to sleep hogtied and I didn’t rest much.
When the anger was gone I realized that I liked being tied up. I talked about this with my father and he agreed to tie me up from time to time if my grades at school won’t go down. It seems that my whole competitive nature granted me something I never expected