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While the masked guy was caressing and gently rubbing my face Dave started to regain consciousness. When his moaning came to our ears the stranger got up and went to him. I heard the guy punch Dave again; then I saw the stranger dragging him into the office. He put him in the corner and handcuffed his hands behind his back. A few minutes later Neal’s car arrived at the porch. I looked at the uniformed dude and whimpered a little; he put his left hand on my mouth and his right one on my shoulder, pressing it down a little. It was clear that he wanted me to stay still and quiet. I did, mostly because I couldn’t do much else.
“Dave, get over here, and help me with the shopping! I bought two crates of beer for us!” I heard Neal’s voice when he entered the house.
I stayed put and didn’t make a sound. The stranger grabbed his gun and went out of the office to meet Neal.
“Dave, where…” Neal was stunned when he saw the guy pointing at him with his gun. “Who the fuck are you!? Where is Dave?!” Neal asked loudly, but I was sure there was fear in his voice.
Without saying anything the uniformed guy came closer to Neal and soon my tormentor was out cold. Soon he was dragged into the office and put against the wall next to Dave, with his hands handcuffed behind his back. Just like Dave’s.
“Mmmpphhh” I tried to speak, but the stranger ignored me.
I started struggling again and shouting into my gag. Being kidnapped was one thing, being tied up and gagged was the other. But now it was different. This unexpected turn of events made me scared even more than I was before and I wanted some information at least. I tugged on the ropes binding me to the chair but nothing went loose. After a moment I was sweating like hell and panting heavily. My effort to attract the guy’s attention went down the drain.
The stranger came to the handcuffed kidnappers and started searching them. Ho took the guns, cuffs, lighters and finally he found the keys in Dave’s shirt. Keys to Brad’s chains, cuffs and the padlock on his gag. Satisfied the stood up and I saw him open the door to the basement and disappear behind it. I tried to fight my bonds again; what if that bastard was going to hurt my best bud?
I didn’t have to worry about this much; after a few seconds the stranger came upstairs again with Brad on his shoulder. My buddy was quiet and calm; the guy must have told him something, or maybe given him something that made him at ease. Anyway I was glad to see that my friend was fine.
“Mmmpphhh!!!” I tried again, with the same effect: ignored.
The guy want outside with Brad and after a minute or so came back and started untying me from the chair. I hoped he would untie me completely, but when my torso and legs were free from the chair he forced my legs together and wrapped the rope around them. He was strict and professional; soon my legs were mummified in rope, from the ankles to my crotch.
When he was done with restraining me he checked my gag. Neal’s cum stained, sweaty, putrid jockstrap was still inside my mouth. So was the huge pecker gag, buckled behind my head. The duct tape went a little loose because all the sweat I was produced when struggling but that didn’t seem to be a big flaw for the stranger; it was obvious that I won’t be making any audible noises.
The guy put me on his shoulder without saying anything and walked to the door. When we were outside I saw a car with its trunk open; inside was Brad. I squirmed a little and whimpered. It resulted in nothing; the guy moved Brad a little to make some room for me. He placed me chest to chest with my best friend. He was still blindfolded with the duct tape and couldn’t see me. There wasn’t too much space in the trunk so we were squashed together; I could feel his breath on my face and even felt his heart beating.
The lid of the trunk closed and we were covered in darkness. The stranger got in at the front and started the engine; he turned the radio on and turned the volume a lot. Probably he wanted to prevent anyone from hearing his two kidnapped victims if he was stopped by the police or something.
“Mmmphhhh..” I tried to speak to Brad, but he didn’t reply.
He just laid there, trussed up in his ropes and gagged less strictly than me but also very effectively. He remained calm and just rested. Maybe he already knew what was going on and simply didn’t worry? God, I wished I had known what the hell was going on.
We drove for what seemed a few hours and when we finally stopped I was relieved in some strange way. I don’t know why but my fear was all gone and I even was able to enjoy being trussed up and gagged again.
The trunk lid opened and Brad was taken out. I don’t know when the stranger took him; I could hear some voices but they were distant and I couldn’t understand anything. After a few seconds my new kidnapper was back and took me out of the trunk as well. I looked around.
We were in some sort of underground parking place. There were no cars beside the stranger’s one. He didn’t even seem to bother with being spotted with a tied up and gagged kid with him. We went to the elevator. I saw the guy press the “11” button and the lift went up. When we hit the destination the door opened and we were inside a big room, filled with sofa’s, comfortable armchairs, normal chairs and a small coffee table.
“Mmmpphhh” I tried my luck again.
“Calm down Mike, you are safe now.” I heard a familiar voice. It was my uncle.
He was still in his police uniform, just like he left back then in from the cabin. I was perplexed and didn’t know what to think about it; how was I safe if I was still trussed up and gagged? Wasn’t my uncle the one who treated me like shit for the past few days? I started moaning as loud as I could.
They sat me on one of the armchairs; my uncle took one of the chairs and sat on it, right in front of me. The guy who brought me here was standing next to my uncle.
“Dude, I guess it’s time to show Mike who you are. The kid deserves and explanation…” My uncle said and looked the stranger in the eye. He nodded and started taking his balaclava off his head…