Chapter 6,
part A
Only a few weeks have passed since the last time I was bound and gagged, but it was already long enough for me to miss being restrained again; even though the adventure with Dad and his military buddies was pretty intense and I required some time to get over it, I couldn’t really get it out of my head. Every now and then I caught myself on reminiscing the moment I was captured, dragged into the van and then brutally and mercilessly roped up and silenced. At first it was scary as hell, because I had no idea who the guys were, but once it turned out that my father had organized the kidnapping as a gift for me for my fifteenth birthday I could easily calm down and fully enjoy being their prisoner. The soldiers turned out to be neat and decent guys and I loved spending those few days with them, especially considering the fact that most of the time I was tied up and gagged. I had to admit that sometimes it was hard to endure so many hours in strict, tight bonds, but the truth is that I would never exchange it for anything else.
Around a week after we came back from the cottage I asked my Dad to tie me up again, but to my great disappointment he refused and told me I should focus a little more on my books and school rather than ropes and tape. I tried to convince him and promised to learn and study more, but he remained adamant. I even went as far as threatening him that if he didn’t want to do it, I would find someone on the internet. Of course I was bluffing and would never do it; I just hoped my father would fall into the trap. Unfortunately, my Dad saw through this without any problems and just told me to go ahead. The only thing left for me to do was to give up and wait for him to use his rope magic on me again.
A few days later it was Saturday; I had been learning quite a lot for the previous several days and I really hoped I could persuade my father to keep me in ropes for at least a few hours. I put the clothes on and went to the bathroom. I was determined to achieve my goal, but when I went downstairs I heard Dad talking with someone. I was a little surprised, because it was still early in the morning and we rarely had guests at this time of day, but something in the stranger’s voice was familiar. I stood there listening to them talk when I suddenly realized who the guy was. I went quickly to the kitchen and a wide smile spread on my face; sitting on the chair was my older brother Liam. He had joined the army almost a year earlier and it was the first time he came to visit since that moment. When he saw me he beamed and stood up. We hugged each other cordially and then I looked at him more closely: he was wearing his army boots, military pants and olive shirt and he was much more muscular than when I last saw him. He looked great and it was clear that the army life served him well.
“So good to see you, little bro!” He said with a huge smile on his face.
“You too, Liam! What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be able to come home for at least a year…”
“I thought so too. But it turns out that our commanding officer isn’t that bad. He gave me a weekend leave and I have to return to the base by twenty hundred hours tomorrow.”
“Twenty hundred hours?! What the hell is that?!” I asked surprised.
“Military time, son. It means eight o’clock p.m.” My father explained.
“I see. It’s a shame you have to leave so early, though.” I said.
"Don't be sad, John! I'm here now and that's what counts!" He replied and ruffled my hair.
I smiled and decided to use the time we had together to the maximum. For the next hour or so we were all sitting by the table and I kept asking Liam about his life in the army. He laughed at my curiosity, but answered all of them; he talked about his daily routine, military training, his new buddies. Everything he said sounded amazing and I just stared at him with wide eyes absorbing every single word. Liam seemed to be very happy to share his experience with me and I had to admit that it was incredible to hear about all his adventures in the army. One story had a particular appeal to me; my brother told us about the special game in which the soldiers are divided into two groups. One of them keeps several men hostages and the other one is supposed to rescue them suffering as little loss as possible. Of course I immediately asked Liam if he had ever been such a hostage or if he was responsible for restraining one. He told me that he did both of those things, but preferred to be the captor.
“All right, boys, that’s enough loafing about for me. I need to do some shopping, the fridge is almost empty. And I need to visit some home improvement store and get some duct tape. Maybe some strong zip-ties too. The car needs some serious fixing again…” A smile appeared on my face when I heard my father say that.
“Yeah… and that’s the way you do that, right?” Liam smirked and added: “Dad, I can go with you if you want.”
“Really? Well, that would be great. I can’t say I love doing shopping and it would be much faster if I had some help.”
“Can I go too?” I asked.
“Sorry, little guy. I’ve just spent almost two hours answering your questions and I’d like some time alone with our father too.”
“Come on, I won’t cause any problems or bother you, I swear!”
“Son, we both know that’s not true… the only way to keep you out of trouble is to tie you up and tape your mouth shut. Plus, don’t be so selfish John, and let me spend some time with my first-born, all right? You’ll have the whole afternoon for yourselves if you want.”
“Ok, Dad, sorry for being so pushy.” I said a little disappointed.
“No worries. And cheer up, kid!” Dad ruffled my hair.
A few minutes later the guys stood up and my father went to his room to put some proper clothes on. Soon he was back wearing his army pants, boots and light brown shirt which underlined his chest muscles perfectly. He grabbed his wallet and jacket and the two of them left the house. I sighed and, since I had nothing better to do, decided to wash the dishes. Once the job was done I went to my room and lied down on my bed. I closed my eyes and thought about everything Liam had told me; the military life seemed great and I was wondering if I should join too. I was sure that my brother and father would be excited about it; after all, all fathers are proud if their sons follow their footsteps. I was trying to imagine what it would be like, but after a while I must have dozed off. I was woken up by the sound of a car parking in front of our house. I went downstairs and helped Dad and Liam bring the bags into the kitchen.
“Thanks for doing the dishes, kid! I hope you’re not angry with us for leaving you here?” Dad said once he put all the vegetables, meat, bread and other groceries to their places.
“Not at all, Dad!” I replied with a smile.
“Glad to hear it. Now, if you two want to, you can play some video game, play basketball or just hang out. I have to go to the garage and try to figure out what’s the matter with that damn car… You heard how it works, Liam.” Dad said as grabbed the box with rolls of duct tape and zip-ties he had purchased.
“Actually I did. You really should consider buying a new one, old man…” My brother replied.
“Not a chance, bro. Dad’s never getting rid of that banger.”
“Watch your mouth, young man! It’s my car you are talking about!”
Our father laughed and left us alone. Liam and I talked for a little while about what we should do and we decided to go outside and play some football together. Unfortunately for us soon it started raining like crazy, so we had to get back home. We watched TV for a while, but there was nothing interesting on, so we turned it off. Liam suggested that we go to my room and find some cool computer game to play. I agreed willingly; it was quite a while since the two of us hanged out together like that. He ruffled my hair playfully, told me to wait and went to use the bathroom. Meanwhile I grabbed some snack from the kitchen cupboard so that we would have something to eat while playing.
“Good idea, John!” I hear Liam’s voice from behind.
We went upstairs and headed to my room. When I opened the door and went inside I felt my brother step closer to me, but before I was able to ask what he was doing I felt his palm clamp tightly over my mouth. He wrapped the other arm around my chest and forced my body against his. I moaned into his hand and struggled to escape his vice-like grip, but he had the element of surprise on his side. Moreover, he was much stronger than me, so no matter how much I tried to free myself, it got me nowhere. He pushed me in and closed the door with his booted foot.
“Calm down, John. Stop struggling and put your arms behind your back!” He ordered quietly, but his voice was extremely authoritative.
“Mmmmhhhhh!”
“Now!”
I moaned again into his sweaty palm and followed his order. He released my chest, but kept me hand gagged. With the corner of my eyes I saw him put something out of his pocket and soon I felt cold steel on my skin. After tightening the metal around my wrists, he once again wrapping his free arm around my chest and forced me to his body.
“I bet you’ve never been handcuffed before, right bro?”
“Mmmmmmhh!” I moaned and shook my head no.
“I thought so. All right bro, I don’t want Dad to know about his, so when I remove my hand from your mouth, I want you to be quiet and not scream, you get that?”
“Mmmmh!” I nodded quickly.
“Ok then…”
Liam removed his palm from my mouth and marched me to my bed. He made me sit on it , leaning against the wall. He put several zip-ties from his pocket and proceeded to bind my ankles together. Once he was sure I would stay where he wanted he sat on my chair and looked at me.
“So… Dad told me about your hobby, John.”
“Yeah, I figured that out…” I said and shifted a little in my bonds.
“Smartass… Anyway, how come you like this shit, bro?”
“No idea… I do realize it’s weird, but I can’t do anything about it… Some guys like fishing, some like riding a bike, some prefer camping in the woods. And I like this.”“Yeah… But I guess it’s more common than you think. Many boys play tie up games when they are young. Cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, the classic. Once could think that finally grow out of it, but that’s not true for everyone. In fact, during our games in the army I’ve seen a few guys who became ha… let’s just say they were very fond of being tied up and kept hostage.”
“Oh man, really?!”
“Yep. Besides, it’s not the worst thing in the world, you know. It’s definitely better than drugs, for example.”
“I told Dad the same thing!”
“I bet you did, man. So, care to tell me a little bit about your… adventures?”
“Yeah, why not?”
For the next several minutes I was describing the various ways my father had tied me in. Liam laughed every now and then and commented on how I deserved that. I also told him about the special kidnapping Dad had organized for me and that I loved every moment of it, although sometimes it was hard to endure the tight roping. I also told him that he recently refused to do it and forced me to focus on my studying. I wasn’t surprised when my brother said he agreed with that. When I finished, he sat next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
“You know what? I have an idea…” Liam said and smiled ominously.
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Especially loved the use of gloved hands to gag that particularly had an effect on John. 
