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On vacation

Postby squirrel » Wed Nov 08, 2017 12:21 pm

Here is another of my stories. Hope it is to your liking. Comments appreciated :)


Chapter 1 - At my uncle's


My name is Steven and I am a sixteen year old guy. I am 180cm tall, have short blond hair and brown eyes. I like sport activities; I swim twice and go to the gym three times a week. Plus, whenever I can I play football with my friends from school. This whole sporting made me quite athletic and I formed a nice six pack on my abdomen. Generally, I am a typical teenager, except for one thing: I was always intrigued in being tied up. Ever since I can remember I was fascinated when I saw a guy tied up on TV and asked my dad many times to tie me up. He did once, but it was barely for a few minutes and he tied me up really lousy and I could get out in no time at all.

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Steven


I live with my mother and father in a small apartment in a big city. My mom is a nurse at the nearby hospital and, probably due to her job, she became unbelievably overprotective. I really hated that. My dad, on the other hand, is a cool guy and we always got along really well. He works as a security guard in a bank and, just like me, he loves sports. He is much more muscular than me, but I guess he has to be one of those tough guys in his work. I really like that.

Every summer, after the school is finally finished, me, my dad, his brother and his two sons go to our house in the mountains for holidays. It’s the best part of the year for me; it’s only the guys and we don’t have to care about the normal stuff like the socks on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink. We do whatever we want and whenever we want, without any schedules and things like that.

Usually I go to the cottage with my dad, but this year he had to stay longer at work, because there was nobody to cover for him. My parents asked me if I wanted to go to my dad’s brother, Mark, for a few days and go to the cottage with him. Of course, I agreed to that; I didn’t want to miss any day from the trip and there was the possibility that my father won’t be able to take his days off for some more time. So I packed and my dad drove me off to uncle Mark on Wednesday morning in the last week of June. Next day we were supposed to go to the mountains.

My uncle and his two sons, Jake and George, live not far from our house. My cousins were absent and, because of their work, they had to stay behind and would join us in the cottage later. So for the time being it was just me and my uncle.
I unpacked the necessary things only, like my tooth brush, pair of fresh socks for tomorrow, etc. When I was wondering around uncle’s house, there was a certain idea in my head. My uncle was a cop and he had a pair of handcuffs in the house. I was suddenly very curious if he would agree to cuff me for some time. I decided that I had nothing to lose so I headed to one of the rooms, that was changed into some sort of an office where my uncle could do the paper work.

My uncle is 42, over 190cma tall, has very short brown hair and deep blue eyes. He is very muscular and behaves in a really manly way. I knew he had to act this way; he was a cop and he had to be respected by both his mates and the arrestees.

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Uncle Jack


I found my uncle at his desk writing something, probably some kind of report. He was wearing a faded blue jeans with his police duty belt and a tank top. I took a deep breath and began the conversation.

“Uncle Jack, do you have a minute?” I asked nervously.

For a moment he carried on with his work, then stopped and turned to face me.

“Yeah, what is it, Steven?”

“I was wondering.. well, you are a cop and you have the cuffs… so I was wondering if you could use them on me for some time…” I said without looking at him. I knew well that was a strange favor to ask for.

“You want me to handcuff you? Why would you want that?” I was glad that he wasn’t mad. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought I sensed a smidge of curiosity in his voice.

“Well, I have always wanted to try and see what it feels like to be restrained.” I said in a self-confident tone.

“Do you parents know about your… let’s say, dream?”

“I think at least my dad know. I asked him to tie me up once and he did, but only for a short period of time. And I was able to free myself, so I guess that doesn’t count.”

“Yeah, when we cuff people they have to stay that way. But you know, I have to this paper work today so we can leave for the mountains tomorrow. I won’t be able to watch over you…” It was clear for me that uncle Jack was trying to back away from it.

“Come on, uncle! I am not a kid anymore, I can take care of myself… Please?” I added when I saw hesitation on his face. He sighed, defeated.

“Will this shut you up and let me do my work peacefully?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“I promise I won’t bother you anymore if you cuff me, uncle” I replied, grinning.

“It won’t cause any harm if you spend the rest of the day cuffed, I suppose… Go and use the bathroom, then and I’ll bring the handcuffs.” Uncle got up from his chair and headed to another room.

I did as he told me and did my business in the toilet. When I was going back to my uncle I saw on the clock in the corridor that it was barely half past twelve. From what I could expect I would spend the next of the day bound. I couldn’t hide my excitement when I entered the office and saw my uncle with a pair of steel handcuffs in his hand.

“Get over here, boy.” He said firmly and I complied.

When I got close to him, he turned me around and forced my right arm behind my back. I heard a clicking sound. My uncle forced my left arm behind me as well and in a brief moment I was handcuffed. It was tight enough to make any escape attempts impossible, but not uncomfortable. Just perfect.

“Remember what you promise, kid.” My uncle said when he turned me around again. “No talking.”

I nodded my head and he playfully ruffled my hair. Without further ado he entered his office again and sat at the desk. Left alone, I tried to free myself from the cuffs, but all the struggling was futile. I was tied up good and won’t be out unless my uncle decides to set me free.

I was more than happy to be finally restrained professionally and couldn’t stop walking all over the house. My uncle was ignoring me completely and after half an hour I went back to my room and l lay down on the bed. I tested the handcuffs on my wrists again and dozed off soon. I was awakened a few hours later by my uncle who had already prepared dinner. He helped me go downstairs and sat me at the table.

“Will you take the cuffs off?” I asked when he sat next to me.

“No, I’ll feed you. And you failed to keep your promise, Steven. I’ll have to think of a proper punishment for you later.” He said with a huge smile.

I remained silent fort the rest of the evening. Uncle Jack fed me dinner, then did the washing up. He moved me to the couch in his living room and we watched TV for two or three hours. All that time I was handcuffed. And very pleased. Finally before the bed time my uncle took the cuffs off me and I could move my hands to front.

“How did you like it, kid?” He asked when I was rubbing my wrists.

“Great, absolutely great!” I replied all happy.

“Glad to hear that. Now, go to bed, we have to get up early. The journey will take us several hours and there may be some traffics…”

“Sure thing, uncle! Good night!” I said to him and headed off to my room.

This was so far one of the best days in my life. A little tired from the excitement I fell asleep almost the moment my head touched the pillow.
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Re: On vacation

Postby xtc » Wed Nov 08, 2017 12:29 pm

Glad you found us again so soon.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: On vacation

Postby wataru14 » Wed Nov 08, 2017 2:36 pm

Cool story. I enjoyed it. Nice work!

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Re: On vacation

Postby bondagefreak » Wed Nov 08, 2017 10:31 pm

Was sad to see "Wrong Time, Wrong Place" come to an end, but was pleasantly surprised to see the opening chapter of another tale from you.

Looking forward to the next chapters.
Considering your other stories, I think it's safe to say that young Steven is probably gonna end up having LOTS more fun over the next few days 8)
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Re: On vacation

Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Thu Nov 09, 2017 12:32 am

Well, that one sounds really nice.
Don‘t get me wrong - all of your stories are amazing, but maybe it‘s the scenario here that caught my attention especially.

I had always dreamed being tied up by a hot, muscular cop...and then there are so much more possibilities: his dad, a security guard and Mike‘s two young lads...very much potential to fullfil Steven‘s wishes...and much more.
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Re: On vacation

Postby mikeybound » Thu Nov 09, 2017 5:46 am

So far so good

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Re: On vacation

Postby squirrel » Thu Nov 09, 2017 7:46 am

Chapter two - Preparing for the journey


I was sleeping like a baby all night. In the morning I felt someone grab my shoulder and shake me. I was really disgruntled; I loved sleeping and I hated waking up early. For me the best moment to wake up was around 10 o’clock or even later. Whenever I had to get up earlier I was grumpy and acted like a spoiled brat sometimes. But this time, when I realized what was ahead of me I didn’t even complain too much as my uncle was waking me up. I looked at him, still a little absentminded.

“Morning, kid. Time to get going, you know.” He said with a smile on his face. He was wearing the same faded jeans with his cop duty belt that he had on yesterday. He also had a grey tank top and cleats.

“What time is it?” I asked rubbing my eyes a little.

“Almost seven. Let’s get ready quickly, so we can leave in an hour.” He got up and added. “And I would suggest wearing light clothes, kid. According to the weather forecast it’s going to be a really hot day today.”

“Sure, uncle Jack. Just give me some time and I’ll help you pack our stuff to the car, OK?”

“No problem, lad. I’ll wait downstairs in the living room.” He said and left.

I went out of bed and made it. I took the necessities and went to the bathroom where took a shower and brushed my teeth. I also used the toilet; the journey to the countryside could be a long one and it was wise to empty my bladder. While I was peeing I closed my eyes and recalled the fantastic feeling when I was handcuffed; I smiled. Finally I put on my pale blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a baseball cap on. I left the bathroom and went downstairs.

My uncle was sitting on the couch and reading newspaper. He was keeping his crossed legs on the table and there was a stogie in his mouth. He was puffing calmly on it and drinking a cup of coffee. When he saw me coming down he got up and put the paper aside.

“Ready, Steven?” He asked without taking the cigar from his mouth.

“Yeah, ready to go uncle!” I replied all excited.

The truth was that I couldn’t wait to get to the house and spend the whole three months with my dad, uncle and cousins. I have been waiting for this moment since we returned from our last visit there. I missed the laziness, the fresh air and the totally chilled out atmosphere of that place. In fact, I guess I could live there, but since there were no school nearby I knew it wouldn’t be possible.

“The car is still in the garage, lad. Help me pack all the stuff into the trunk and we can leave.”

I did as he asked and we began to drag the luggage. There were lots of them; we were off for three months and it was quite far from our house to the nearest town, where we could go shopping. So we have decided to go to the town every two weeks if there was something we needed to buy. Otherwise we just stayed home and did all the stuff that guys like to do, like going fishing, staying late at night, playing video games, watching TV, drinking beer and things alike.

“Now, go get your suitcases, Steven.” My uncle moved his cigar to his mouth when all his stuff was inside the trunk.

“Yes, Sir!” I replied playfully as I wiped the sweat from my head. It was already getting hot and my uncle’s suitcases were really heavy.

I ran upstairs and brought my two cases with me. My uncle helped me pack them in the car and we were now officially ready to go. My uncle checked if all the windows and doors were locked and came back to the garage, where I was already waiting next to the passenger seat.

“Before we leave, Steven, I want you to have your punishment for talking yesterday.” My uncle said unexpectedly. He was smiling around his cigar.

“Now, really? Can’t this wait? It was you who insisted on leaving this early…” I started to complain, but was interrupted.

“It won’t delay the departure, don’t worry.” He walked to me.

“You told me yesterday that you wanted to see what it feels like to be restrained, right? Well, I barely cuffed you, so I partially took your freedom. Today I’ll take your freedom to speak. In other words, you’ll be gagged throughout the whole trip to the countryside.” He said

I was stunned. For both disbelief and expectation.

“But what if anyone sees me? What if we are stopped by a police patrol?!” I asked, surprised that was the only thing I was carrying about.

“Nah, no one will see you. And if we are stopped by the cops you’ll simply spit the gag out before they find out anything. Other than that I want you to keep the gag inside, you understand?” He was much more stern when he asked that question.

I nodded.

“OK, open up lad.” Came his order and I complied.

I did and I saw my uncle push some material inside my mouth. It was dirty and smelly. I coughed a little, but he paid no attention to my discomfort. When the wad of cloth was stuffed completely he told me to shut my mouth. It wasn’t that easy now, but I managed to do it somehow.

“Good boy. Now let’s get on and off we go.” My uncle said satisfied with his work and taking a deep drag on his cigar again.

“Mmmphhh” I tried to reply but nothing more than quiet grunt escaped my mouth.

We got into the car and buckled the seatbelts. I was quite nervous about being seen, but when I looked at myself in the wing mirror I realized that for the pedestrians and other drivers I looked just perfectly normal. Nobody would suspect anything and that thought calmed me down greatly. I could now focus on one of the feeling I wanted to try out for so long: being gagged.

“I hope my sock tastes good, kid,” My uncle said and put his baseball cap on his head.

He opened the garage with a remote and started the engine of the car. When we were on the driveway he closed the garage door and opened the window at his side. He put his cigar out and dumped it into a dustbin.

“Remember, lad, keep the gag in your mouth!” I heard his firm order and nodded.

It was going to be one marvelous trip…
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Re: On vacation

Postby Harlequinn » Sat Nov 11, 2017 12:49 pm

Great story! Hope it continues soon

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Re: On vacation

Postby alkaid_ » Sat Nov 11, 2017 2:44 pm

Oh fuck!

Why don't me have nephews like Steven!

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Re: On vacation

Postby mikeybound » Sat Nov 11, 2017 3:28 pm

I love secret bondage

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Re: On vacation

Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Sun Nov 12, 2017 2:36 am

Really amazing.
Love the sock...and Steven doesn‘t seem so unhappy too!
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Re: On vacation

Postby squirrel » Tue Nov 14, 2017 12:11 pm

Chapter 3 - The journey


It was still early in the morning when me and my uncle left his house and headed to the countrywide to spend the entire holiday in our cottage in the mountains. The journey usually takes three to four hours, but the moment we left the driveway we knew that today it would be much longer. There was a huge traffic jam on the streets and it was impossible to say how long would it take to get pass that. What was worse, it was already getting really hot outside and the car could easily be compared with an oven.

Me and my uncle kept wiping the sweat from out foreheads. He was mumbling something under his nose every few minutes; he was visibly irritated. I, on the other hand, could do nothing more than grunting; my uncle’s sock was stuffed inside my mouth and it prevented me from making too much noise. Although being gagged this way wasn’t too uncomfortable It felt really weird sucking on the cloth while being seen by other people. I had to keep my mouth shut all the time if I wanted to be unnoticed.

“Fuck, this is going to take us forever..” My uncle said and leant back on his seat.

“Mmmphh…” I replied pointing my mouth with my finger.

“Keep the sock in, kid. We both know you love it.” He ruffled my head playfully.

I sighed, but smiled tenderly; it was true that it was amazing to be deprived of speech. I don’t know why I followed my uncle’s orders; there was nothing more simple than simply spitting the was out of my mouth, but something prevented me from doing so. I knew that was something I had been dreaming about for very long time and to miss that chance was unacceptable for me.

“I need to smoke… this traffic is driving me crazy…”

My uncle took one of his cigar from the box he had left on the back seat. Very predictive of him – I thought to myself. He put the cigar into his mouth and lit it with the car lighter. As he was puffing on the stogie the car was filling with the smoke. I coughed a little, but didn’t mind that. To be honest I loved when hunks smoked cigars; there was something desirable about a masculine guy puffing on them. When the smoke hit my nostrils I realized my bulge was slightly bigger than it should have been…

“There, finally!”

I was completely lost in my own thoughts and I didn’t even notice that the traffic was about to end. Now we could see the reason of all that mess. Two cars were blocking the road; probably there was an accident and they couldn’t move them from the street yet. After few more minutes we were heading to the highway and straight to the countryside. I looked at the watch; it was past eleven and we still had two more hours to go. Very long two hours; our cloth was drenched in sweat by that moment and it was becoming uncomfortable.

Just before the entrance to the highway I saw a policeman stopping our car. My uncle slowed down and stopped the car at the roadside.

“Spit the sock and put it inside your pocket. Don’t speak unless directly spoken to, kid. Understand?”

My uncle ordered and I nodded my head.

I bent down and took the sock from my mouth and inserted it into the pocket in my trousers. I stayed silent and waited.

“Good morning, Sir. I am sergeant Matthew Grey, may I see your driving license and the car documents, please?” Asked the cop when he walked to my uncle.

“No problem, officer, here it is.” My uncle handed the papers and the cop went to his partner inside the police car.

“If these interruptions carry on, we’ll reach the cottage tomorrow…” He said and patted me on my shoulder.

I was just about to answer but then I reminded I should stay quiet and so I did. We waited until sergeant Grey brought the documents.

“Everything seems fine, Sir. May I inquire where you are going?”

“My nephew and I are driving to the mountains for holiday. Our families spend vacation there, it’s become sort of a tradition, you know.”

“Lucky you… Anyway, have a safe trip, gentlemen!”

The cop saluted to my uncle and gave him his license and papers back. After a short moment we were on the highway and my uncle told me to gag myself again. I looked at him surprised, but he didn’t say anything else. So I complied. I bent over, took the sock from my pocket and stuffed it into my mouth again. I closed my lips.

“Isn’t it better this way?” My uncle joked and I shrugged.

At half past one my uncle stopped the car in front of a porch; we arrived at last. He told me to spit the gag and help him with the luggage. I complied and after a quarter all our stuff was in the hallway. The cottage had two floors; on the ground floor there was a large living room with kitchenette, two bedroom and a bathroom. The living room was usually a place where we all hanged out together. On the second floor there were three more bedroom and a bathroom. Nothing special, just an ordinary cottage.

“I thought I’d die in that damned car… Next year we’ll get here on a rainy day. I’m not going to go through that hell again…” My uncle complained and sat on the couch in the living room.

“You want me to drag the suitcases to our rooms, uncle?” I asked, offering my help.

“Yeah, and I’ll prepare something to eat.”

An hour later all our luggage was in our bedrooms and the sandwiches my uncle had prepared were gone. Full and exhausted I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I changed into fresh clothes and went to my room to get some sleep. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.

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Re: On vacation

Postby Harlequinn » Tue Nov 14, 2017 2:51 pm

Loving this. Can’t wait for next chapter

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Re: On vacation

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Hope this story continues soon!!

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Re: On vacation

Postby squirrel » Mon Nov 20, 2017 2:22 pm

Chapter 4 - The beginning


I got up some time later and looked the clock I had on the chest of drawers next to my bed; it was five o’clock. I yawned and stretched my body. I got off the bed and headed downstairs, I didn’t even bother to change my sweaty T-shirt and the jeans I had on all day. My uncle had still his jeans and boots on, but was now shirtless, sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book and smoking one of his big cigars.

“Good you’re up, kiddo, the dinner is almost ready and I was just about to go and wake you up.” He said when he saw me.

“What are we having, uncle?” I asked while rubbing my eyes.

“Just some rice with fried chicken. I didn’t feel like preparing anything fancy.” He replied and grinned.

I smiled back and sat down. My uncle put the cigar in the ashtray and finished cooking the meal. He was a terrible cook and usually couldn’t even do the tea right, so it was a pleasant surprise for me when I tried the meat and it tasted great. I congratulated him on getting better in the kitchen, but apart from that we had the dinner in silence. When we were finished I took the plates to the sink and washed them up.

“So, what are we going to do now, lad?” My uncle asked when I was done with the washing up.

“Dunno, uncle, maybe we could just watch some TV and drink a beer or two?”

“Aren’t you too young to drink, kid?” He asked, frowning at me.

“It’s just a beer, uncle…”

“Fine, fine…” He smiled and go turned his attention to his cigar again.

I turned around and went to the toilet. I used it and washed my hands. In the mirror I saw that my T-shirt is drenched with sweat so I took it off. I got out of the toilet and when I was heading to dump the sweaty piece of cloth into the laundry basket I was grabbed from behind. My uncle wrapped his arms around my torso, pinning mine to my sides.

“What the hell are you doing, uncle Jack?!” I shouted while struggling wildly.

“You said you wanted to be restrained yesterday and I decided it would be a good idea to grant that wish, kid. Plus, we don’t have anything better to do today, so you might as well spend the rest of the day bound, what do you say?” He was definitely mocking me…

“NO WAY!! I shouted and tried to wiggle out.

My uncle was a huge dude, tall and muscular. It wasn’t easy to be a match for him, especially if he had the element of surprise on his side. But I wasn’t that small and defenseless either; with all my strength I managed to move my arms up and slip my right hand from his grip. It didn’t improve my situation much, but at least I now had one arm to defend myself.

“Good, I like when they offer some resistance.” He was getting really into it.

He dragged me to the couch and pushed me on the floor in front of it, face down. The moment loosened his vice-like grip I rolled on my back to face him. He was already sitting on my waist and trying to grab my wrists. I fought for as long as I could, but being the weaker one I couldn’t win that match… which doesn’t mean I didn’t try; by the time he managed to pin my wrists to the floor we were both sweating like hell and panting heavily.

“Well, well, kid… You’re much more of an opponent that I thought.” I was kind of happy to be praised by my uncle. He carried on: “But in the end I always win, Steven.”

He rolled my on my stomach, making sure not to loosen his grip on my wrists and forced my arms behind my back. I was out of my strength already so I didn’t even put up a fight when he held both my hands with his one hand and reached to his pocket with the other one. I heard a metal clinging against the metal and I knew he just got his handcuffs.

“I always win, Steven.” He repeated when he locked my wrists in the steel cuffs.

He rolled my on my back again and sat on my chest. The cuffs were digging into my flesh, due to the weight I had on me now, but I didn’t complain; I didn’t want my uncle to think I was a wimp or something.

“You won, uncle Jack.. Now, can you please, release me?” I asked while still panting.

“Prisoners are supposed to be quiet, kid.” He replied calmly and pressed his left hand over my lips.

“Mmpphh!!” I tried to speak, but not much came out.

I watched in horror as he started to unlace his boots; first the left, then the right one. I saw his rancid socks. They wear overwhelmingly sweaty, dump actually. I watched my uncle take one of the socks off. I knew too well what he was going to do. He removed his left hand from my lips and squeezed my jaw to make me open mouth. The second I did I felt his moist sock being forced inside. I coughed and tried to resist it, but with my arms useless, I had no chance to prevent my uncle from gagging me. When the socks was inside he hand gagged me again and proceeded to take his other sock off. He squashed it a little and forced it into my mouth. By the time he was done I was totally silenced. Only pathetic whimpers came out.

“How do you like them, kid? I was driving in them today, I guess it’ll do them good, a little washing up.”

“MMPPHH!!!”

The taste was unbelievable. The socks were actually drenched with sweat and with every move of my jaw my taste buds were attacked with it. It was dreadful, the material was dump, horrible and disgusting.

“I know you love it, lad…” My uncle teased me with a smile on his face.

He produced something else from the pocket of his trousers. It was a long strap of cloth with a large knot in the middle. He waved it in front of my eyes for a second and pushed the knot between my teeth. It forced the socks even deeper into my mouth. My uncle tied the cloth at the back of my head really tightly, making sure the knots are neat and secure.

“There you go, kid.” My uncle stood up and helped me do it as well.

He pushed me on the couch and went to the kitchenette. He returned holding his cigar between his teeth and a roll of grey duct tape in his hands. He unrolled it in front of my eyes; the ripping sound filled the room. I didn’t resist when he leaned to me and plastered the tape on my cheek. He wound the tape around my head over ten times, smoothing the tape after each wrap. Finally he tore the tape with his fingers and placed it on my face. My fate was sealed… both metaphorically and literally.

“Hope this does the trick.” My uncle said and took a drag on his cigar.

He sat next to me and put his left arm around me. I grunted in disapproval, but was ignored. He turned the TV on and focused his attention on the movie. Having no other option, I did the same. The film was boring, but my uncle seemed to like it. From time to time he made some comments on it, apparently thinking that I wanted hear them. We spent a few hours like that.

“Time to bed, prisoner.” My uncle said when it was ten. He sounded stern and firm.

“Mmphh??”

“Prisoners sleep restrained, kid.” He explained and forced me to stand up.

He grabbed me by my arm and led my upstairs to his room. He opened it and pushed me inside. He locked the door behind him. He moved me to his bed and laid me down with my face in the mattress. I was totally taken aback when I saw him take out several pieces of rope from one of his suitcases. Damn, he was prepared…

“Can’t have you trying out anything stupid, prisoner.”

I felt him join my legs and bind them. First the ankles, then above and below my knees. By the time he was done my legs were wrapped in rope. Next he crossed my wrists together and roped them neatly with the knots far beyond the reach of my fingers. Then he bent my legs and hogtied me, not very tightly, but still a little uncomfortably. Finally he removed his handcuffs.

“You like it, kid?” He asked when I was trussed up completely.

I shook my head.

“Shame, because you’re gonna stay like this for at least a few days. And if you don’t behave you’ll get punished.” He said sternly. There was no compassion in his eyes.

“MMPPHH!!!” I tried to shout and struggle. But to no use….

“And remember, you were the one wanted to be restrained, I’m just helping you out there.”

With this he turned the light off and soon fell asleep. Too tired to fight I did the same…
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Re: On vacation

Postby alkaid_ » Tue Nov 21, 2017 5:36 pm

Steven must to learn the famous byword:

"be careful with you wish... can be real"...

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Re: On vacation

Postby bondagefreak » Wed Nov 22, 2017 12:54 am

Nice continuation, my friend.

Loving Steven's newest predicament as well as his uncle's foul sock gag.


You have a talent for colourful writing and detailed bondage scenes.
Hope Steven gets to enjoy the nasty gag and hogtie for a good, long time 8)
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Re: On vacation

Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Wed Nov 22, 2017 11:48 pm

Totally agree with my Master.
Your writing is awesome as always, and Steven‘s predicament is surely one I‘d love to share.

Especially love that sock gag directly out of these foul tasting boots.
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Re: On vacation

Postby squirrel » Thu Nov 23, 2017 10:05 am

Chapter 5 - The rules


When I woke up the day I was surprised how well I slept. I expected this to be the worst night ever, but it turned out to be not that bad. I looked at the part of the bed my uncle was occupying; it was nearly nine; he must have gotten up earlier than me. It was strange he didn’t wake me up, but it didn’t matter at the moment. What did matter was the fact that I was still hogtied, with no chances to escape or even loosen the bonds. I didn’t struggle that much, but one could expect the ropes to be less tight after so many hours. Unfortunately for me my uncle seemed to know well how to rope a guy up and there was still no slack I could use to free myself. The gag was in its place as well. I have sweated a lot while struggling with my uncle, and yet the duct tape was still firmly stuck to my face; he must have used the better type.

I tried to wiggle my hands out of the rope and do something about the gag but nothing helped. The foul taste of my uncle’s two sweaty sock was still invading my mouth. The sweat from the wad was now mixed with my own saliva, which made the whole gag even worse to deal with. Whenever I had to swallow I could feel the horrible flavor. Desperate, I attempted to call my uncle, but the gag did its job well and only barely audible moans escaped; I was stuck until my uncle decided otherwise. Man, I sincerely hoped he was joking about keeping me tied up for a couple of days. Not that I didn’t like being bound, but definitely not so tightly and not for so long.

It was nearly two hour later when my uncle entered the bedroom. He was wearing the same pale jeans with his duty belt as yesterday. He also had a green T-shirt and his baseball cap on. I spotted he had a lit cigar in his left hand.

“Morning, kiddo! Slept well?” He asked with a smile on his face.

“Lhmmgphhh!”

“Can’t understand, lad, you got to speak a little more loud, you know.”

My uncle was definitely enjoying my predicament; he sat on the bed next to my face and ruffled my hair a little. He took a few drags on his stogie while checking my bonds and retying the knots here and there; this proved that he intended to keep me trussed up for much longer. Satisfied with the ropes on my legs and wrists he moved to the gag. Glad that everything was in order my uncle rolled me on my side and said:

“Now let’s lay some ground rules, shall we, Steven?” He was looking me in the eye. “You are a prisoner here and, just like all other prisoners, you have to realize that you have to obey me. When I tell you to stand, you’ll stand. When I tell you to walk, you’ll walk. When I tell you to be quite, you’ll immediately shut up. Do you understand, kid?”

I listened to this and couldn’t believe my ears. Was he really going to do this to me? But, on the other hand, I was the one who asked to be restrained, so I was partially to blame. Plus, as long as I was tied up it was much wiser to do whatever my uncle demanded and wait for an occasion to escape; that was probably what all his arrestees did, anyway. So I nodded my head, quietly. When I did, he smiled, puffed on his cigar for a while and continued:

“Good boy. Now, you understand that whenever you ignore my command you get punished. For example: during the meals you’ll have to stay completely silent. If you speak before the meal, you lose it. If you speak while eating, you miss this one and next meal. If you dare to speak after the meal, you miss two next ones.”

I didn’t see that coming… Keeping me tied up is one thing but depriving me of food and water was way past the line. On the other hand this one was easy to comply with. Suddenly I realized that my uncle was a cop not only by his occupation, but also by nature; dominant, strict, masculine. Not accepting disobedience. And, somewhere at the back of my head, I was really admiring him and didn’t want to disappoint him; again, I nodded my head.

“One more thing, before I get you downstairs. You’ll be restrained all the time in some manner; trussed up completely or just your hands handcuffed and mouth gagged. Always gagged, kid. Prisoners need to be kept quiet, otherwise they plot against us.” He winked at me.

I smiled under my gag and winked back; it was good to know that there was some sense of humor in this and that my uncle hasn’t completely lost his mind about keeping me his prisoner.

“I knew you’d agree to this, kid.” He said, laughing.

He put the cigar between his teeth and started untying me; it took him some to undo my hogtie and remove all the ropes from my ankles. When the lower part of my body was free I sighed in relief; I could finally stretch my sore legs a little. It felt great. I awaited for him to untie my wrists as well, but he didn’t; instead, he told me to stand up, to which I responded with a few grunts, but did as he told me. I was quite hungry and didn’t want to test his patience.

“As I said, you’ll be restrained at all times. Now go downstairs and sit on the chair at the kitchen table.”

I had no choice but to obey. We walked down the stairs and to the kitchenette. On the table there was a plate with scrambled eggs and bread. I gulped when I saw it and my stomach reminded me how long ago it was when I last had something to eat. I sat on the chair and waited for my uncle to undo my thick gag.

“Remember the rules, kid?” He asked with a stern look on his face. I nodded.

Without further ado he unwrapped the many layers of duct tape from my face. It was painful, but, trying to pose as a tough guy, I remained quiet. When the tape was off, my uncle untied the bandana holding the two socks in my mouth; he pulled them out next and placed them on the table. I moved my jaw for a few seconds to get rid of the soreness.

“After you eat, I’ll let you use the toilet.”

My uncle fed me the breakfast; it was wonderful to have something else in my mouth than his socks. Something that tasted good, could be swallowed and didn’t stuff my mouth for hours. I enjoyed the meal and after it I gulped down two glasses of water. My uncle took the dished from the table and put them in the sink. He walked back behind me, stood me up and walked to the toilet.

“I’ll unzip your trousers and put it down. You do whatever you have to do there and when you’re done hit the door with your leg and stand with your back to the door.” My uncle said and after a while my pants were at my ankles and my manhood was exposed.

I went inside the toilet and did my business. After holding it in my bladder for so long it was a great relief to finally get rid of the urine. I moaned loudly; hopefully my uncle wouldn’t consider this as speaking – I thought to myself when I realized what I did. I flushed the toilet, knocked at the door and stood with my back to it.

My uncle went inside, pulled my jeans up and zipped it. Then he hand gagged me and marched me to the kitchen, where the socks were still on the table. I tried to plead into his hand not to gag me, but uncle Jack ignored me. In a split second he removed his hand from my lips and stuffed the rancid socks back into my mouth. He took his time to push them in and when both of them were past my teeth he thrust the bandana into my mouth and knotted it behind my head. I was gagged. Again.

“You’re free to walk around the house, kid. But if you try something funny I’ll hogtie you for the rest of the day!” He warned me and left me alone.

Now, what can a guy do, when his hands are tied up behind his back and he is tightly gagged? To be honest, not much; I could walk whenever I wanted, but without my hands it was difficult to focus on anything. The best way to spend the time was to sit and watch TV. I found the remote and turned the TV on; it wasn’t easy with my hands bound behind me, but I managed somehow. I sat on the couch and relaxed. Of course, I tried to wiggle my hands from the bonds, but I didn’t succeed; I didn’t even know if I really wanted to…

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Re: On vacation

Postby Harlequinn » Sun Nov 26, 2017 2:41 pm

Awesome chapter

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Re: On vacation

Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Mon Nov 27, 2017 9:19 am

Amazing!
Can‘t wait to read more about Steven‘s predicament.
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Re: On vacation

Postby tony2 » Sat Dec 02, 2017 4:35 pm

Looking to see where you mmmpff from here (grin)....
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nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: On vacation

Postby squirrel » Thu Dec 07, 2017 9:03 am

Chapter 6 - Guest's visit


I was watching the TV for a few minutes when my uncle came to the room and sat on the couch near me. He took the remote and switched the channel, probably just to make me see how helpless I was. If it was his intention he succeeded; I started to grunt and pointed at the remote, wanting him to give it back. He just laughed and made himself comfortable. After an hour or so my uncle said:

“I guess, it’s time for dinner, what do you say, Steven?” He turned his face to mine, awaiting the answer.

“Mmmhhp!” I wasn’t able to say much, but my uncle had a great time teasing me this way.

“Come with me!” He commanded.

My uncle stood me up and marched me to the kitchen, where he sat me on the chair. He went upstairs and disappeared into his room; moments later I saw him getting out, this time with many coils of rope and a roll of gaffer tape in his hands. I mumbled with displeasure; I was beginning to feel a little tired of this whole imprisonment thing, but there was no way I could tell my uncle about this. Plus, I wanted him to think that I was a tough dude, so I didn’t complain when he approached me with a huge smile around his freshly lit stogie.

“You’ve had enough freedom today, kid. Let’s truss you up a little.”

Uncle Jack knelt at my side, grabbed my leg, forced it against the leg of the chair and told me to keep it there. I did. He took one of the coils and started wrapping my left thigh to the seat of the chair; he coiled the rope around my leg and the seat many times before he cinched the knot. Then he tied my ankle to the chair leg and finally my calf, making sure that the knots were neat and tight. When he was done with one leg he proceeded to the other one. In a matter of minutes I was completely immobile.

“There you go, lad. I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am!” My uncle said taking a deep drag on his cigar and blowing the smoke out.

“mmphhh!!” I tried to deny by shaking my head.

“We both know you do, kid.” He winked and went behind me.

I felt him take another coil of rope and start tying my arms to the bars of the chair. He fastened my shoulders too, then went to the elbows. I had them immobilized in no time. Finally I felt him retie the knots on my wrists and then loop some more rope around them. Soon he bound my crossed wrists to the middle bar of the chair, making me completely helpless. I tried to move my limbs a little, but absolutely nothing happened; I could move only my fingers and head now.

“Almost done with you, lad.” I heard my uncle say.

“Mpphh??”

He stood in front of me with a huge bandana in his hand.

“I know that the gag of yours is enough, but it’s always better to reinforce it, don’t you think?”

My uncle folded the bandana nicely and pushed it into my mouth, over the previous one. He took the two ends of it and tied it really tightly at the back of my head, forcing the socks deeper into my mouth. I coughed a little, but he didn’t mind that.

“I like when my prisoners are restrained and quiet, boy. You won’t be an exception here.”

He was stern this time and I had no idea what to think about it. Anyway, thinking was the only think I could do now and I didn’t even bother trying to speak. It was pretty obvious that - with two socks in my mouth, a cleave gag and the extra strong tape around my lower face – any attempts to communicate with anyone will come to naught.

I watched as my uncle gathered the ingredients for dinner and started cooking. He cut the meat, chopped the vegetables and put rice on the fire. I loved this kind of food and was glad he was preparing it; when he was frying the meat, we heard a knock on the door.

“Coming!” My uncle shouted and went to open the door.

I was terrified. Whoever it was, I definitely didn’t want to be seen all tied up and gagged. I moaned and tugged on the ropes, but nothing came loose. I got sweaty like hell, but all my efforts to free myself were futile; my uncle really knew well how to keep a guy restrained.

“Holy shit, Jack, what the fuck is going on here?!” I heard a familiar voice.

It was Matt Howard, the guy from another cottage. He was a very good friend of my dad and uncle and we usually spend much time together during the holiday.

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Mr. Howard is 40 years old, but he looks much younger than that. He used to be in military; he left a few months ago and was still in very good shape; now he was working as a construction worker in the nearby town. He was a type of a joker and probably found my predicament really amusing, because the moment he saw me he started laughing like crazy. When he finally stopped and sat down on another chair my uncle answered his question.

“Nothing really, Steven wanted to see what it feels like to be fully restrained.”

“Seems to me he is restrained all right.” Mr. Howard replied and checked my bonds. “Damn, Jack, this is some serious roping!”

“When you do something, do it right!” My uncle put two bottles of beer on the table. “Help yourself, dude.”

“Thanks, man. I spotted your car earlier today when I was passing by and thought I should drop by to say hi.”

“Will you stay for dinner?”

“Why not? Luke is out tonight, so I might as well hang out with you guys.”

The two guys chatted and drank their beer while my uncle was preparing the meal. It took him about twenty more minutes to make it ready. My uncle took three plates and dished out the rice, meat and vegetables onto them. He gave one of the plates to Mr. Howard and put the other one in front of me. He grabbed the last plate for himself and both guys started to eat. I gulped when I saw the steaming plate and moaned a little.

“Patience, kid, I’ll feed you when we’re done.” My uncle said and the guys laughed loudly.

So I waited there, fortunately not for long. The guys finished eating and my uncle went behind my chair and started to undo the gag. First he undid the bandanas and placed them on the table. Next he pulled the socks out of my mouth and placed them near my plate. I moved my jaw to get rid of the pain.

“How does it feel, kid?” Mr. Howard asked me when I stopped stretching my jaw.

“Well, I didn’t wanmmmpppphh!!” I made a huge mistake; my uncle has clamped his huge palm over my mouth.

“What the fuck, dude!?” Mr. Howard was stunned.

“He just broke the rules.” My uncle replied

He took one of the moist socks and released my mouth for a split second. He forced the sock into my protesting mouth. Then the other one, until my whole mouth was packed again. The bandanas came next: first the one with a knot in the middle, then the second one, much bigger.

“What rules?”

“No speaking when without a gag.”

“You’re mean, dude… But I like it!”

My uncle took the roll of gaffer tape he had left in the kitchen earlier and unwrapped some.

“It seems that you really need to be gagged for good, prisoner!”

Having said that he plastered the tape on my cheek, over the bandanas. He circled my lover face with the tape five times, making sure it’s tight and secure. Then he ripped off two long pieces and stuck them under my chin and up to the cheeks. He unwrapped the tape again and wrapped it five more times around my mouth again. My fate was sealed; only pathetic grunts could escape my mouth now.

“mmhhhhmm” I muttered.

The guys laughed at my predicament again and lit up cigars; the room was soon filled with smoke. I watched them suck on their big stogies and drink beers. One bottle, two bottles, three bottles… I was quite all right with it’ my uncle had an incredible ability: he could drink a barrel of alcohol and was completely sober. I never knew how he was doing that.

“You want to stay overnight, man?” My uncle asked his pal when it was already late and there were many empty bottles on the table.

“If it’s not a problem…” Came the reply from a little intoxicated man.

“Let me get show you to your room then.” Uncle Jack helped his buddy to his room and returned to me.

“Hope you don’t mind sleeping on this chair, Steven. And even if you do, I don’t give it a shit. This is what a prisoner should be treated like.” He said sternly and left me alone.

I could only moan and look at him getting up the stairs… A few more minutes of struggling and I fell asleep.
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Re: On vacation

Postby xtc » Thu Dec 07, 2017 10:49 am

I suppose it's good for Steven's diet, really.
I hope he has a good night.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: On vacation

Postby Lake Lover » Thu Dec 07, 2017 1:12 pm

Mean, mean, MEAN uncle. Poor Steven will really appreciate his eventual freedom. I think.

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Re: On vacation

Postby squirrel » Thu Dec 07, 2017 1:59 pm

Lake Lover wrote:Mean, mean, MEAN uncle. Poor Steven will really appreciate his eventual freedom. I think.


For me it would be the best uncle :)

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Re: On vacation

Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Thu Dec 07, 2017 3:39 pm

squirrel wrote:
Lake Lover wrote:Mean, mean, MEAN uncle. Poor Steven will really appreciate his eventual freedom. I think.


For me it would be the best uncle :)


For me as well, that‘s for sure.

And I really hope there‘s more to come from Matt...
What a hot guy. With a hot name....

Really love how much time Steven is spending gagging on these nasty socks.
Soon, they will be clean - washed by a prisoner
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Re: On vacation

Postby Lake Lover » Fri Dec 08, 2017 9:12 am

Its an engrossing tale. I will be watching for the next chapters, for sure!

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Re: On vacation

Postby alkaid_ » Fri Dec 08, 2017 5:44 pm

well...

Steven wanna been tied up and restrained...

He ask for this.

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Re: On vacation

Postby squirrel » Tue Dec 12, 2017 11:39 am

Chapter 7 - Another day



I woke up early the next morning and moaned loudly into my gag. I was still tired from sleeping in the sitting position and I wanted out. Unfortunately both of guys were still fast asleep, and I was gagged too well to be able to wake them up. So I waited.

Around nine Mr. Howard came out of his room and sat at the table, next to me.

“Mmmpphhhmmm!” I tried to plead with him.

“Sorry, lad. Can’t help you here. It’s between you and your uncle, so we must wait for him do decide what to do with you.” He said and opened the fridge.

He helped himself with the breakfast and started reading newspaper. I still yelled, but stopped when he threatened he would recommend my uncle to keep my gagged all day without food and water.

My uncle got up not much later and came to us. He was still wearing his outfit from yesterday.

“The kid wants his gag out.” Mr. Howard told him.

“No wonder…” My uncle turned to me. “Listen up, lad. I’m going to remove your gag and give you breakfast and water. Then you’ll go to the bathroom, take a shower, brush your teeth and wear some fresh clothes. Then I’ll tie you up again. Do you understand?”

I did and I didn’t like it. I thought I was restrained enough. But I knew too well that if I didn’t agree to his terms I would have to stay like that for much longer so I nodded my head.

“Good boy. And remember, no speaking! One word and the gag goes right back in. You had a proof yesterday that I don’t joke”

He unwrapped the gaffer tape from my mouth and removed the bandanas. I spat the two socks out; my uncle took both of them and hid them in the pocket of his jeans. I stretched my jaw as much as I could while my uncle heated the dinner from yesterday. He fed me and when I gulped down a glass of water he and his buddy untied me from the chair. My uncle marched me to the bathroom by my arm.

“You’ve got half an hour, kid. I’ll be standing right here, boy. If you dare to speak you’re gonna be punished.” He said and closed the door behind me.

I undressed and put the clothes into the laundry basket. I got a long shower to get rid of the sweat. I looked on my arms; they were covered in rope marks. After the shower I brushed my teeth and finally used the toilet. I needed this so badly… Finally I took fresh boxers and socks and put them on. Then a light blue T-shirt and shorts. I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

When I left it my uncle grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back. He wrapped one of his arms around mine and hand gagged me with the other. It seemed that my freedom was soon to be taken away from me once more. I knew there was no way I could escape him, especially when Mr. Howard was around; I had no other choice but to cooperate when my uncle marched me to the living room and lay me on the floor. I was surprised when he didn’t release his vice like grip, and wondered what were his intentions, but soon my curiosity was satisfied.

“Dude, can you tie Steven’s legs? Since you are here I guess I will just hold him still, so he won’t try anything stupid.” I heard my uncle ask his buddy.

“Damn, dude, you’re taking this whole restraining thing for real.. And yeah, I’ll gladly help.”

I felt Mr. Howard force my legs together and wrap a coil of rope around my ankles. I hoped him to be much less strict than my uncle, but I soon found out that he knew well what to do. In a matter of minutes my whole legs were wrapped expertly in rope, with absolutely no slack. There was no hope I could free myself from the roping, especially if one of the studs was nearby.

“Nice work, man! Can you cover his mouth, so I can do the arms?” My uncle said, praising his pal.

“No problem, dude.”

I felt my uncle release the grip on my lower face, but before I could utter a sound another palm was over my mouth. There was no point in resisting so I accepted my face and let Mr. Howard hand gag me as he liked. He sat on my back and forced my head up, still covering my face and making breathing a little more difficult.

In the meantime my uncle was binding my arms: he bound my wrists together with long piece of rope and then forced my arms to each other, parallel. He roped my elbows together and reinforced the knots on my wrists. He wrapped much more rope around my torso, pinning my arms to my back and creating some sort of sophisticated rope harness, which held the ropes in place. When he was done with my arms I felt him get up and bend my legs. He sat on them, forcing the calves on my thighs. He took another coil of rope and connected my ankles to my wrists and elbows, hogtying me.

“Wow, you really don’t want him to get away, do you, Jack?”

“He is a prisoner now, so has to be fully trussed up! Remove your hand from his mouth so I can gag him.”

“mmmphhh!” I pleaded into Mr. Howards hand.

“Let me help you a little.” He said and pinched my nose shut before releasing my mouth.

Of course, I opened my mouth to get some air, which gave my uncle enough time to force the putrid socks back into my mouth. I was coughing and groaning, but they took no notice of this. Mr. Howard held my head up and my uncle pushed the wet material further and further. When my mouth was stuffed, he placed one of the bandanas in my mouth and knotted it behind my head. Next came the other one, much larger. My uncle thrust it between my lips and knotted it tightly over the first bandana.

“mmppphhhh” I tried to speak.

“Shut up!” My uncle yelled and both of them laughed.

I did and watched my two captors sit on the couch and light up cigars. They turned the TV on and watched some news, commenting passionately. They seemed to be completely fine with the fact that there was a hogtied teenager on the floor. I also didn’t want to remind me of that, so I just lay there in silence, looking at my uncle and his buddy. From time to time I squirmed a little, but other that I was rather quiet and calm.

“I have to go now, dude.” Mr. Howard said after an hour.

“Sure, no problem. Come later tonight, we can have some more fun.”
They got up and my uncle walked his friend to the door. Soon I heard the car engine start and Mr. Howard drove away.

“You hanging there, kid?”

“Mmmpphhh!”

“Good, tight as it should be.” He said after checking on my bonds and added. “I’ll take a nap, kid, don’t go anywhere!”

He playfully ruffled my hair and went to his room. I heard him lock the door and then there was silence. I started bucking on the floor, hoping to wiggle something out from the ropes. I trashed and trashed, but got nowhere. Nothing came loose, I was bound as perfectly as before. I sighed into my gag and calmed down. I looked around, trying to find something that could help me cut the ropes. Again: nothing. I gave up and waited, all bound and gagged.

About three hours later my uncle got up and left his bedroom. He walked to me and, without saying a word, checked the bonds again. I tried to plead with him but he ignored me completely. Instead he smacked my head and left me. I watched him go into his room again and then, with some fresh clothes, to the bathroom. I heard the water going; he was taking a shower. A few minutes later he came back to me and knelt down. He was wearing dark jeans with his deputy belt on and black T-shirt. He was barefoot.

“You hungry?” He asked. I nodded.

“I’ll fix the dinner and feed you, ok?” I nodded again.

He got up and went to the kitchenette, leaving me on the floor. I heard him prepare the meal and after another half an hour he came back to me and put a plate in front of my gagged mouth. I rolled on my side and grunted into my gag. He was teasing me and had great fun with it.

“I’ll take the gag out and feed you, kid. But one word and the socks go right back in!” He warned me and took the bandanas and socks out of my mouth.

It was strange to eat like this but I had no choice. I was hungry as hell and didn’t intend to lose another dinner. Plus, the fries and steak were really good so I just ate them obediently and quietly. Next came a glass of apple juice, then another one. I gulped them in no time at all; after being gagged for so long I definitely needed that.

“Let me take care of it.”

He took the plates and went to do the washing up. I struggled a little, but remained quiet. When my uncle was done with the dishes he stood over me and before I could react he pushed one of his socks back into my mouth. Then another one and, again, I was gagged. His bandanas came next, followed by the gaffer tape. He wrapped my head over ten times, pressing the tape to my face. I was stuck.

“MMMPHHH!!”

“I know that’s now what you expected, lad, but prisoners must be kept bound and gagged all the time. Otherwise they get cocky and plot against the guards.” He whispered into my ear.

Not much time later I heard the car at the porch. I assumed that Mr. Howard was back, buck when the door opened I was more than mortified. I saw Mr. Howards’ son, Luke, enter the house. When he saw me he roared with laughter and immediately came to me to see my predicament. He rolled me from side to side, ruffled my hair and made fun of me.

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“Why is Steven all tied up, Sir?” He asked my uncle when he stopped laughing and stood up.

“He wanted to see what it feels like.” My uncle told him the truth.

“Is he all right”

“Probably… He’s not complaining, you know…” My uncle said and winked. Then added: “Never mind the kid. Let’s play poker, guys, Steven will be fine.”

The three of them sat at the table and started playing cards, chatting with each other. My uncle and Mr. Howard lit cigars and I was surprised to see that Luke did the same. But, when I thought about that, his dad has always treated him like an adult and practically allowed his son everything. I writhed a little on the floor and moaned into my gag. The guys were all into the game now and didn’t bother my pathetic whimpers.

“Well, time to go to bed, dude.” Mr. Howard said just before midnight.

All of them stood up and headed to their rooms.

“What about Steven?” Luke asked.

“He’s staying like this.” Mu uncle replied and I grunted in disapproval. They all laughed.

“See you tomorrow, then, buddy!” Luke said to me and soon they disappeared into their bedrooms, leaving me hogtied for the night. I was wondering what else would happen to me…


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