Chapter 16 - Muzzled
"Where d'you think you're going, son?" my dad asked, grabbing the back of my head with his big, sturdy hand.
"Come here." he ordered, roughly pulling me in until my face was just a few inches away from his big, hairy chest.
I closed my eyes and tried turning my face away as a potent mixture of musk and worn-off deodorant filled my nostrils.
But my dad wasn't in the mood for any of my non-sense.
"Open up." he ordered, scowling down at me and presenting my face with the massive wad of sweaty cloth he intended to stuff my mouth with.
Did he seriously expect me to obey and accept his big, smelly shirt inside my mouth?
Eyes wide open, I looked at the wad in horror, fearing both the size and taste of my dad's sweaty old tank top.
I tried backing away, tried turning my head, but my father's grip was just way too strong.
"Open." he growled, holding my head tight and roughly shoving the thick wad of cloth past my lips.
"NOmmppphhh..." I tried pleading.
"Quiet!" he ordered, forcing the big ball of damp, musky cotton into my mouth.
I tried shaking away and tried pushing the enormous wad out with my tongue, but it was no use.
My dad kept shoving it in, and he was none too gentle about it either.
With my upper body all trussed up, I was no match for those big, muscular arms of his.
"Yeah, that's right..." he mumbled, holding the back of my head tight and using his other hand to shove his shirt inside my mouth. "Let's see you trying to talk your way out of this." he added.
I started gagging and choking on the oversized wad, the strong taste of my dad's sweaty torso filling my mouth and palate.
Not caring about the size of my gag, my dad just pulled the ends of his shirt behind my head, crossed them together and pulled them real tight before knotting them up behind my head.
I tried pleading for mercy, tried spitting the enormous wad out, but it was no use.
The massive wad of my dad's musky muscle shirt filled my mouth up to bursting and even spilled out past my lips, like an enormous ball gag.
I cried out in disgust and frustration as a mixture of sweat and saliva slid down my tongue and into my throat.
Even worse, the wad was so big that the part sticking out of my mouth was bulging right underneath my nostrils, forcing me to take in deep, regular whiffs of my dad's sweaty old tank top.
From the smell of it, it seemed as though I was actually sniffing one of the armpits or something.
Either way, with my hands and arms bound up and my mouth stuffed to bursting, I was in no position to do anything about it.
"There we go..." he mumbled, double-checking the knot he'd made behind my head and making sure the wad was sufficiently stuffed inside my mouth.
I let out a short, disapproving whimper into my thick gag, but my dad pretty much ignored me and just double-knotted the shirt behind my head.
I bowed my head down in shame and couldn't stop from squinting my eyes shut and moaning in disgust every time my nostrils flared open to get some air.
"What's wrong, son?" my dad asked, pulling me towards the big leather couch, not really caring about my muffled complaints, or the fact that his shirt was in desperate need of a good washing.
I cried out, took a whiff, grunted and shook my head before trying to cry out once more in my gag.
"Uhhhggmmphhff..." I moaned, shaking my head and squinting my eyes in a futile attempt to cope with the offensive taste and smell of my oversized gag.
"Alright, lie down." My dad ordered, lowering me down until I was on the couch, lying on my belly.
Just as I was laid down, an enormous weight suddenly settled onto my back.
My 100kg dad got on top of my bound up form and just sat on me, squashing me down like a bug.
I was small and rather scrawny for my age and by dad was built up and heavy as f*ck!
I was literally crushed down into the overstuffed leather couch, my dad settling his whole weight on top of me, his massive legs and thighs clamping down on both sides of my bound up torso.
"Daddy's gonna fix up your gag." he told me, loosening the knots that secured his shirt behind my head.
I thought he was gonna take the gag out and give me something a little more reasonable to chew on, but instead, he just undid the knots, grabbed my hair, lifted my head up and started stuffing the massive wad of cloth deeper into my mouth.
"Open your mouth." he ordered, squashing my upper body down underneath his, craning my head up and forcing his dirty wad of shirt all the way in. "Open!" he growled.
My mouth was as wide open as my lips would allow, but my big, hairy dad still wasn't satisfied.
I tried protesting, but what was I supposed to do with my hands and arms bound mercilessly tight and my huge, 220 pound captor sitting on my upper back, literally squashing me down like a bug?
"Ummgghmpphhf.....mmmggh." I cried out. Big, aggressive fingers forcing the thick wad of smelly cloth into my mouth.
"No son. You're not goin' anywhere." my dad calmly explained, sitting on my upper back, not caring about the fact that I had trouble breathing under his full weight.
"And I don't want you talkin' either. So you're just gonna open up and chew on your fuckin' gag." he growled, managing to shove his big ball of sweaty old shirt, deeper inside my mouth.
In the blink of an eye, my head was freed, but was quickly squashed down into the thick leathery couch.
I felt an enormous weight settle over the back of my skull and knew that my dad was using one of his knees to keep me from lifting my head up.
Without any warning, my big, muscular construction worker-dad pulled both ends of his sweaty muscle shirt tight and knotted them together real nice and snug, securing the massive wad of cloth deep into my mouth.
"mmmgghh....." I moaned, my cries almost completely muffled by the size of the gag.
"Yeah, that's right son." he mumbled, tightly securing the knot behind my head. "No more talking. Prisoners don't get to talk. Especially THIS prisoner..." he continued, no doubt trying to get some reaction out of me.
With that, my dad got off from on top of me and pulled the big cardboard box close to the couch before reaching in and fishing out several big lengths of rope.
"Alright, now it's time for daddy to rope his prisoner up real good..." he muttered, completely ignoring my heavily muffled choking noises.
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