Nick was clearly aroused. He looked really macho now, and I couldn’t help and admired his muscles and masculine attitude. Of course the very thought of being sexually used by my father’s best buddy made me sick, but being tied and gagged as I was I could do nothing to stop him. I was his and he knew it; the whole situation must of made Nick very horny. Just when I thought Nick would unzip my pants and take care of my manhood he stepped away.
“Sorry, kid, I went too far. You ok?” He asked me and I nodded and mumbled something behind my gag. I really wanted it out.
“Let me take the gag off.” Nick came behind my back and untied the bandana; I spat the sock out.
“Thanks, can you untie me, please? I’ve had enough of this now..”
“Sorry kid, it’s not up to me when to untie you. If you want I can ask Jim to do it when he comes back.” Nick replied and took a drag on his cigar.
“Thanks, but I’ll ask him myself.” I said a little angry.
“No you won’t. You see, before Jim gets back I’ll gag you, again. And don’t tell me you don’t like it, boy. You think I haven’t noticed how you looked at my sweaty torso? You obviously like being dominated by a guy.”
I wanted to deny it, but it would be a complete lie. Nick was right, being bound and kept prisoner was my dream since I was a little kid, and it finally came true. My wrists were beginning to hurt a bit, but I didn’t want to complain about it; I am a man and I can take a little bit of pain.
“If you promise to be a good boy you can stay without a gag for the time being. What do you say?”
“I’ll be good.” Was my only reply.
“I thought so. I’m sure you’re hungry and thirsty. Wait here for a while and I’ll go get something to eat for us.” Nick said and left.
He came back after a short while and set the food on the table. He put his cigar on the ashtray, told me to sit on one of the chairs, and then he sat on the other. He fed me some chicken salad and water. It wasn’t much, but any amount of food was appreciated; I was getting really hungry by then. The meal was soon over and Nick took his cigar back and put it between his teeth.
“You wanna say something before I gag you, buddy?” Nick asked and took my father’s spit soaked sock in his hand.
“No, man wait, I …. “ I didn’t finish the sentence.
The door to the kitchen burst open, and two guys came in. They were dressed all in black: jeans, boots, leather jackets and gloves. Both of them had shades on their faces, and one of them was carrying a sport bag.
“Well well, what do we have here?” One of them said and smirked. They both laughed.
Nick and I were totally taken aback. I saw nick drop the sock on the ground and make a move towards the strangers. But then one of the guys grabbed a gun from under the jacked and pointed it at me. The gun had already a silencer on it.
“If you don’t won’t us to hurt the kid, you’ll simply do what we tell you, and not do anything stupid got it?” He barked at Nick.
I saw Nick nod gently. I could almost feel the tension and rage building up inside him. He wasn’t the type of guy who gives up easily. If only he had a chance he probably would try to do something. But at the moment he had me to worry about; those guys knew perfectly well how to settle a huge guy like Nick down.
“Good. Now, first things first. We don’t want any trouble, so if you stay calm and obey our orders, no one gets hurt.” The guy with the gun said.
The other one just stood there, probably waiting for instructions.
“We’re here to take the kid, and we need him alive and untouched. I see he’s already tied up a bit, so part of our work is already done here. But we need to truss you up much better, boy, so just relax and take it like a man.” He said and his buddy handed him the bag.
“But before we take care of the kid, I must say I like the smell of the cigar. It must be a good stuff you have there. Bring me the cigars.” He said to Nick.
Nick replied nothing and just turned to the living room, where my father keeps his precious cigars.
“Go with him, we don’t need any trouble.” He said to his buddy.
Nick and the other guy went to fetch the cigars and I was alone with the intruder. I tried to keep calm, but I was really scared.
“It’s ok, kid, nothing bad will happen to you. You’ll just have to prepare yourself for being tied up and gagged for a couple of days, that’s all.” The guy said in somehow comforting tone. I relaxed a little bit and nodded.
The guy went behind my back and checked the knots that my father had tied. He tightened some of them and added new ones; he bound my elbows together and then wrapped duct tape from his bad over the ropes. He told me to sit down and lean against the wall. When I did, he tied my ankles with rope at ankles and calves. He made sure no knots get loose.
“Now for the gag. We must make sure you won’t make any noise. Open up.”
I did and he forced my dad’s sock back into my mouth. Then he took another one from his back and jammed it into my mouth forcing my jaw open.
Next he grabbed a ball gag and forced it between my teeth, making sure the socks will stay in. He buckled the gag tightly behind my head. The guy wasn’t done yet; he took a roll of duct tape from his bag and wrapped it around my mouth ten times.
“Done. Sorry this have to be so rough, but we can’t risk that you scream.” He said and got up.
A while later Nick came back with another captor. He handed the cigar box to the guy who just finished tying me up. The intruder took one, smelled it and put it between his teeth.
“Now, big guy, lie down on the floor and let my buddy tie you up. If you won’t cooperate the kid gets a bullet in his knees.” He said and lit the cigar.
Nick was soon on the floor trussed up like an animal. His hands were tied behind his back and bound to his torso. Legs were crossed and tied up as well. Then came the hogtie. A tight one; after only a few moments I saw Nick’s hands turn blue. The guy gagged Nick with some rag, and a huge ball gag; Nick gurgled a little while being gagged, but the captor took no notice of it.
“Good, we’re done now. It was nice meeting you, big guy, but we must leave.” Nick began to struggle, but got nowhere. He was bound very well.
The guys came to me next. One of them duct taped my eyes shut. Then they grabbed me, stood me up and soon I landed on the shoulder. When we were leaving the house I could hear Nick shout wildly into his gag. After a while I heard a van open and I was dropped on the floor. One of the guys came inside, and the other one went to the driver’s seat. I was hogtied cruelly, far more tighter than necessary.
“I know it’s tight, kid, but I don’t give it a fuck. You behave and maybe I’ll loosen the ropes a bit.” It was the other guy, the much worse one, I supposed.
Soon the cigar smoke filled my nostrils and I heard the engine start. The van drove off..
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