Lucas slowly unbuckled the ballgag and removed it from my mouth. Naturally, I did a simple jaw exercise to heal the stiffness I had as a result of the contraption strapped for several hours on me. I opened and closed, clenched and moved my jaw as much as I could, as if I was completely freed from this capture.
While I tried to get my jaw adjusted to comfort, Lucas kindly cut the pizza into smaller slices. Without a word, he fed me a piece of the Pepperoni Pizza with a fork. With my hunger almost reaching its peak, I gulped it without delay. The aroma was still fresh just as when the delivery guy brought it here, while the juicy texture brought my taste buds to paradise. It was an exquisite delight, and not simply because I was famished at the time.
Lucas allowed me to savour my first bite before proceeding to provide me with the second, then the third. A subtle yet charming smile was present while he was doing so, but I was too caught up with the sweet sensation of pizza to realise it. He continued to feed me until he reached the final slice. He stopped and stared at me while I was still chewing and looking like a dork.
The sharp gaze he gave me with those sublime blue eyes caught me in a trance. I hastily swallowed my bite in order to regain composure, it was a miracle I didn't choke. Once that was done, I answered his eye contact with one of my own, but ended up blushing quite instantly.
"I-Is something wrong...?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know. What do you think?"
"I uhh... um.. no, everything's fine.. I-I guess."
"Oh? How's the pizza, Scott?"
"It's wonderful. T-thank you for the treat..." I stuttered.
My captor responded to my words of gratitude with a feeding of the final slice of pizza. At this point, my appetite had been satiated already. But I didn't know if I could even get another meal after this, so I took the bite from his fork and chewed away. Lucas, on the other hand, continued to observe me.
As I finished munching my dinner, generous Lucas offered me a bottle of mineral water. He helped me take a swig from it and quenched my thirst.
"He's being abnormally kind."
"Perhaps he's trying to make up for tying me up?"
"The best way to do so is to actually untie me!"
Lucas placed the half-full bottle on his desk and cleaned up the room a bit, leaving the room for a short while to dispose of the pizza box, of course locking the room whenever he's out. Once he reentered, he stood in front of me, again with no words blurting out of his mouth. I looked at him awkwardly with my arms and feet still tightly restrained. Perhaps he needed a little motivation to finally release me?
"So.. umm.. Lucas..?" I nervously said, moving my body a little to indicate the ropes on it.
"Yeah?" He answered, briefly and... almost mockingly.
"...can you untie me now?"
"And why on earth would I do that?"
"The fu.. is this guy for real!?" I growled in my head, angrily. I wanted to get out already seeing as my limbs were aching. Lucas, however, didn't quite care about it. He went closer to me and bent down.
"But you love it, Scott." He stated, pointing at my still-expanding crotch. Needless to say, I could feel my cheeks becoming red again.
"Y-you don't have to point that out...!" I replied embarrassingly as I look away.
Lucas gave an almost silent chuckle obviously in amusement. He's really enjoying this!
"Tell you what, Scott. I'll give you a bathroom break. Go and do your thing."
"Oh! Oh yes! Tha-"
"When you're done, come back here for another round."
That son of a bitch. I live here, dammit. There's no where else to go besides the bathroom. Lucas wasted no time reminding me of the pictures he got of me while I was still hogtied, as he waved his smartphone in front of me.
"... deal." I said with hesitance. He was wise to use the photos as leverage on me. As long as they exist, I am at his mercy.
The ropes trussing me up were untied, starting from my wrists, chests, thighs and finally ankles. I stood up and attempted to stretch when Lucas suddenly dropped a verbal time bomb on me.
"10 minutes from now. Chop chop!" I could hear a tinge of excitement from his gentle voice. Not having any other choice, I raced to the toilet, which was thankfully just a few steps from my room.
I entered an empty stall, locked its door and performed a satisfying stretch all over my body but the ropeburn kicked in soon enough as a result of my clothes touching the skin upon extending my limbs. It was a great fortune I was wearing long sleeves, or else the marks would be plain for all to see. The short moment of physical freedom opened another opportunity for another internal discussion.
"What will he do next?"
"Maybe he was just joking and will finally stop it with the games?"
"Aww man, but I.."
"Shush! I'll start complaining about the cramps again once he ties me up."
"Humans will find every single detail to complain about."
"So does that mean I actually want to be tied up again?"
"It's not like I have a choice."
With an unknown amount of time remaining, I did my business, washed my face a bit and hurried back to the room, where my next predicament awaited.
As soon as I entered and closed the door, I was welcomed back with Lucas pouncing on my unprepared self to the floor. I struggled to get up but was hampered by Lucas's strong press. I found myself pinned down yet again. "Here we go again." I sighed in my head, simply accepting whatever punishment he had in store for me.
Sniffmyfeet wrote: On the one hand, I hope he'll stay nice and quiet while he's ungagged, on the other hand, I hope he'll test Lucas's patience and get punished.
I love the way you think.