Chapter 21 - A gift for the night
I was lying on my back with my arms pinned to my sides. Mr. Millburn was sitting on me, keeping me perfectly helpless and gagging me with his huge, leather gloved palm. Even though I tried to free myself or at least make him loosen his tight grip on my mouth, I could do nothing. My captor was much stronger than me, and at that moment I was sure that both he and Mr. Parker had much more experience in keeping guys restrained than I had ever thought. Normally I would have been thrilled to be imprisoned under such a muscular and handsome guy and silenced by him, but I really wanted to ask all the questions that were swirling around my head. Unfortunately for me, Mr. Millburn’s huge hand pressed over my mouth didn’t allow me to speak anything intelligible.
After several long minutes of struggling and trying to get rid of the beefy army man’s palm from my lower face I gave up and calmed down a little bit. I took some deep breaths, inhaling both air and the incredible scent of the leather glove. I looked at Mr. Millburn’s super muscular upper body and then at his handsome face. The giant bloke was looking down at me smiling and puffing on his big, fat cigar. From what I could understand, he was enjoying keeping me restrained as much as I loved being restrained by him. When I moaned quietly into his gloved hand he smiled even wider and tightened his already brute grip on my lower face. He kept staring at me and puffing on the cigar for a few more moments and then turned to his military buddy. The two soldiers talked for a while, completely ignoring my pathetic efforts to speak or move.
“So, do you want to watch the game Jack?†Mr. Parker asked.
“Of course I do, man! But what should we do with our little prisoner? Shall we tie him up already and store him somewhere, or maybe you want to let him watch the game with us?â€
“Nah, it’s too early to rope him up for the night, dude. Plus, I did promise him an opportunity to ask whatever he wants and I intend to keep my word.â€
“Mmppphh…!â€
“Seems to me he isn’t too eager to take that opportunity, dude. One might even think that it’s very rude to refuse such a generous offer…†Mr. Millburn said with a wide smile on his face.
“I agree, man! We can punish him for this later, but now let’s have him stay with us.â€
“You’re the boss, man! Any ideas how to keep him still and quiet? I don’t want him to disturb us.â€
“Leave that to me, Scott. I know a perfect way to do that…â€
“Mmpphh!!â€
The guys didn’t bother to take any notice of my weak moans and grunts and kept talking and puffing on their cigars until it was the time for the game to start. When they finished smoking, Mr. Millburn got off me and they both made me stand up; I was kept tightly hand gagged all the time. Mr. Parker went behind my back and wrapped his super muscular arm around my neck, pressing my upper body against his muscular upper torso. Suddenly Mr. Millburn pinched my nose shut; I knew it was the same trick they used on me not so long time ago. When I was desperate to breath, the giant soldier took his hand off my mouth and let go of my nose. At the same moment Mr. Parker clamped his oversized, leather gloved palm over my mouth and squeezed tightly.
He dragged me to the couch and we both sat on it. The giant soldier made himself comfortable and pressed my head even tighter against his muscular, broad chest. I grabbed the arm wrapped around my neck with my hands and tried to pull it away, but I was too weak to do anything; I remained in Mr. Parker’s vice-like headlock and could do nothing about it. His bear sized palm was mercilessly clamped over my lower face; everything from my chin to the nostrils was covered by his cop leather glove. To make the grip even more flawless, Mr. Parker put his thumb over my nose bridge; at that moment I was completely and utterly helpless. Even with my free hands and legs I was his prisoner, silenced and powerless to protest.
“The kid won’t cause us any problems, dude.â€
“I bet he won’t! That hold must be really tight.â€
“It is; I’m not risking him yelling.â€
Mr. Millburn sat on the couch next to us and turned the TV on with a remote. There was still some time left before the game would start, so the two soldiers talked about the two teams and discussed their chances to win. From time to time I tried to remove the giant hand from my mouth, but no matter how hard I tried, it didn’t move at all; Mr. Parker was simply much stronger than me. I sighed and gave up completely. Instead of trying to free myself I focused on enjoying my dreamed-of predicament. Being pressed against the muscular torso of my host was amazing and with every breath I took I could smell his leather glove aroma mixed with a hint of a cigar scent. I was a little dizzy and overwhelmed; being held like that felt so good that I even forgot about all the questions I wanted to ask. I wanted the game to last as long as possible, but unfortunately it was over after two hours.
“All right, prisoner. Our little game is over. When I remove my hand from your mouth and release you from the head lock you’ll remain completely silent. Scott and I will march you to the bathroom, so you can do your business there and then we’ll rope you up for the night. Is that clear?â€
“Mmmppph…†I nodded my head.
“Good.â€
Mr. Parker made me stand up and walked me to the toilet and gave me several minutes to use it. I did and then brushed me teeth. When I left, I was immediately grabbed and marched to Mr. Parker’s bedroom. The brutes pressed me against the wall and forced my arm behind my back. Soon I felt rope being wrapped around my crossed wrists; the guys worked quickly and in no time at all my hands were immobilized. Once they were done with my wrists, Mr. Parker started working on my elbows and Mr. Millburn began tying my legs together: first the ankles, then calves and thighs. In a few minutes I was completely tied up again. When I was fully restrained the blokes turned me around and told me to open my mouth. I did and saw that Mr. Parker was getting something out of his pockets. I took only a glimpse, but it was enough to recognize that: it was a pair of well worn underwear.
“You’ve done a nice job washing Scott’s socks up, let’s see how you deal with my briefs, prisoner.â€
My host forced the his filthy underwear into my mouth and kept pressing it until it was all stuffed in. Mr. Millburn unceremoniously shut my mouth and his buddy unwound some duct tape from a roll. The moment later he pressed the loose end on my face and wrapped the super sticky tape over my mouth and around my head more than ten times. Finally he ripped the tape off with his teeth.
“I don’t think you need my help with the kid, Jack. See you in the morning, man!â€
“Thanks, dude.â€
When Mr. Millburn left, Mr. Parker picked me up and placed me on his bed.
“I have something special for you, prisoner…â€
He made me lie on my back and sat on my abdomen; I moaned when I felt his weight on my body. But my host ignored my muffled complies and took something out from another pocket. He unfolded it and I saw a well worn sock in his hand; my eyes grew wide when I realized how dirty the soles were. He smiled down at me and placed the sock just under my nostrils. I moaned again when the smell hit me. I tried to shake the filthy material away, but Mr. Parker worked fast: he grabbed the tape and wrapped it again around my head three times, securing the socks just under my nose. I was forced to taste his underwear and smell his socks at the same time.
“Sleep tight, prisoner…â€
I watched him lie down next to me. He wrapped his muscular arm around my body and pressed me against his naked torso. Soon I heard him snoring quietly…
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