Chapter 22 - In Trouble
It was a late Friday night and my captors seemed intent of lazing around in front of the TV and drinking a few beers.
My cot was lifted up off the ground and moved to the living room floor, right at the foot of the couch.
My dad sat on the left side of the couch, close to my head while my uncle went to the kitchen to fetch a few beers.
Joe handed my dad a beer and sat on the La-Z-Boy couch right behind my head.
With my cot positioned in front of the couch and my uncle sitting on the big leather reclining chair, both my captors had easy access to my head.
At first it wasn't so bad.
I was just lying there, looking up, struggling, unable to move my head much, while my dad and uncle were busy sipping on their beers and watching a movie on TV.
Bound up, gagged and kept under close supervision by both my dad and uncle.
This was some serious grounding, especially considering I was now a legal adult.
The first half hour went by smoothly.
It's only when my uncle Joe decided to kick off his old sneakers and cross his feet together that things got a little...livelier.
Other than stare at the ceiling, I couldn't move my head much, but I knew from the loud leather creaking noises above me that my uncle Joe was moving around in his cushioned chair.
It's only when I heard two thuds on the floor next to me and started picking up a strong, cheesy smell that I realised what it was.
I couldn't see his feet, since he was sitting behind my head. But just from the potent smell that was starting to seep into my nostrils, I'd knew he'd taken his old trainers off.
At first, I told myself I'd ignore it and avoid attracting unwanted attention.
But as the seconds went by, the smell got stronger and stronger.
The mouth stuffing was too thick to cope with and was forcing me to breathe in and out through my nostrils.
I tried lowering my head down in the bag, to somehow get away from the foul stench, but there was no way in. The bag was zipped up and sealed around my upper neck.
I tried turning my head one side and the other, but the enormous down loft stopped me from turning my head more than a few centimeters in any direction.
There was no escape.
"Uggghmmm...uggghmm...uggghmm." I cried out as the strong, cheesy odour assaulted my senses.
My dad suddenly scooted forward and looked down at me, wondering what the fuss was about.
"Quiet!" he barked, looking rather upset.
I spent the next few seconds, holding my breathe and trying to comply with my father's wishes, but as soon as my nostrils flared open again, I cried out in disgust.
"Ugggghhhhmmm...ugghmm." I yelled, simultaneously coughing and choking on my gag.
This time, both my dad and uncle looked down to see what was causing my outburst.
"What's wrong, kiddo?" Uncle Joe asked, bending down to check on my gag.
"What's the matter, son?" my dad asked. "Speak." he ordered, knowing full well I couldn't mouth off or get a single word past my gag.
"Ugghmmm...mmmgghpphh....ugghmm." I grunted, catching another whiff of my uncle's big, smelly feet and closing my eyes shut in sheer disgust.
"Aww, dude. I think he's complaining about my feet." my uncle laughed, bringing his socked feet over the bag and crossing them over my chest.
"Something bothering you down there, kiddo?" he taunted, in a falsely sympathetic voice.
I grunted loudly, twisting my head from side to side as much as the thick bag would allow. But my uncle had no pity.
"Here." he said, lifting his right foot and wiggling his big, socked toes over my face. "Sniff my foot."
I watched in horror as my dad's manly brother planted his big, cheesy foot over my face and curled his toes up over my nostrils.
"UUUGGGHHHMM!! UGGHHMMM!" I screamed, eyes wide open as the pungent, overpowering smell entered my flaring nostrils.
My dad and uncle laughed like crazy.
Uncle Joe removed his big, ripe foot from my face after the first, whiff, but he'd only begun toying with me.
"Sniffy, sniffy!" he teased, raising his other socked foot over my face and wiggling his toes menacingly just a few inches away from my nostrils.
Inside the bag, I was struggling furiously to break free from my restraints.
Twisting my head side to side as much as the massive hood would allow, I screamed for help and ended up choking furiously on my gag.
"Ugggh! Uuuuggh! Mmmpphh! Uggghmmfff!" I cried out, desperately trying to get away from my uncle's big, ripe foot.
"Man, it's a good thing you forced that big gag in his mouth." Uncle Joe laughed.
"Yeah. That way you can just make him sniff your feet and he won't be able to complain about it." my dad chuckled, leaning back in the couch and turning his attention back to the TV.
I was bound tight, zipped up in an incredibly thick bag and strapped down real snug and secure.
I wasn't going anywhere, and my dad didn't seem to care one bit about the fact that I was gagged and literally choking on his older brother's funky foot stench.
Uncle Joe continued waving his big raunchy foot over my face and flexing his toes.
I cried out in fear and disgust, futilely trying to turn my face away. But my uncle continued hovering his foot over my face, smirking devilishly.
"Where d'you think you're going, kid?" he teased, 'causing me to cry out in despair.
"Uggghhmm! Ugggghhmm!" or rather "Help! Help!" I tried to scream.
"Hehe, you're not going anywhere." he chuckled, raising his arm to take a sip of his beer.
"Here. Sniff." he ordered, bringing his big, soggy foot down over my frightened face.
"UGGGGHHH!" I cried out in panic, convulsing inside the overstuffed expedition bag, desperately trying to get away from the foot.
The instant my nostrils flared open, a whiff of my uncle's putrid, old foot cheese came rushing in, 'causing me to shed tears and cry out anew.
"Uuggh! UUUUGHHMM!" I screamed, even as my uncle pulled his foot away.
I was screaming and calling for help, but the gag was just too enormous and my mouth was just too tickly packed for me to get anything out.
"Yeah...smells pretty bad, don't it?" uncle Joe chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. "Too bad you're all bound up and gagged. You won't be going anywhere any time soon." he teased, crossing his socked feet right under my chin.
"Mmmmpphhhfff." I complained, trying to move my head up so that my nostrils were further away from his putrid feet.
"Cry out all you want, kiddo. No one'll hear through that big gag of yours." he added, visibly amused by my heavily muffled grunting. "If there's one thing your dad and I are still good at, it's roping up troublesome guys like you and shoving big gags in their mouths."
"Uugggh....mmmppfff." I cried out, upset and angry at my uncle's words and desperately attempting to cope with the enormous wad in my mouth.
"Your dad can be pretty harsh when it comes to this stuff. I bet that gag he stuffed in your mouth is really giving you trouble isn't it?" he asked, almost sounding sympathetic.
I grunted angrily, frustrated and disgusted as another whiff of my big uncle's smelly feet made it into my nostrils.
"Yeah, I bet it is..." he continued, ignoring my muffled protests. "Must be really frustrating for you, being bound up against your will and having your own dad force a huge gag inside your mouth?" he teased, causing me to cry out anew.
"Too bad you can't do anything about it." he added, laughing shamelessly.
I saw my dad smiling at the comment and watched him take his eyes off the TV and glance down at me as the commercials came on and interrupted the movie.
"You having fun down there, son?" has asked, scooting forward in the couch, bringing his beer bottle up to his lips. "You enjoying your uncle Joe's big, smelly feet?" he teased, causing me to nearly throw up in my gag as my uncle once again hovered a putrid socked foot over my face.
I yelled and screamed for mercy, but all that came out was a deeply muffled, indecipherable garble.
"Uuugghhmmm...mmmpphhff. Ugggh...mmm." I pleaded, 'causing both my captors to laugh and smirk cockily.