Fortunately for me I lived close to the soccer field, so after around five minute walk I was back home. I went to my room to leave the bag there and went to the shower to wash myself and get rid of all the sweat and dirt from my body. When I finished I put on a clean grey T-shirt, underwear, and white shorts. Since the day was quite warm I decided to remain barefoot. Refreshed, I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. There I met my older brother, Neal; he was four years older than me and was living on his own, but often paid me and our father a visit.
“Hey there, Steve. The practice is over already?” He asked.
“Yeah. We did all we could anyway. One additional hour of training wouldn’t make any difference now.”
“Well said! I never suspected you of being that smart… who knows, maybe one day I will actually admit that you are my brother…”
“Maybe. But I’ll never admit that you’re MY brother!” I replied with a smile and gave him a gentle punch on his shoulder.
We chatted a little while I was eating a light supper; I asked him about his work and he asked about my school results. When I finished eating I went to my room to get the clothes for the next day’s tournament ready. It didn’t take long and once I had everything prepared I used the bathroom and then decided to go downstairs to spend some more time with my brother; even though we argued and fought a lot, I really liked hanging out with him. But when I came back to the kitchen, Neal wasn’t there. I shouted and asked where he went, he there was no reply. I shrugged and wanted to return to my room to play on my PS, but before I could make a few steps I was grabbed from behind. At first I was shocked and screamed, but a palm clamped itself on my lower face, silencing me completely.
“Relax, little bro!” I heard Neal’s quiet voice next to my ear and calmed down.
“Mmmhhh??” I tried to ask.
“It’s all right, buddy. Don’t fight, and you’ll be fine.”
Something in his voice told me that not fighting was the last thing I should do, so I immediately started struggling in his vice like grip. He just sighed and without too much effort tackled me down to the floor. My brother was much stronger than I was and had undergone a rough military training, so overpowering a man was a piece of cake for him. I did all I could to escape him, but within seconds I was lying on my stomach with Neal on my back. He forced my left arm behind my back and immobilized it there with his leg. I tried to move it as much as I could, but it was blocked by his thigh. I groaned, but he ignored me and simply went for my other arm. Once it was twisted behind me he reached for something. I gasped for air and was shocked when I felt something being wrapped around my wrists; when I realized what was happening it was already too late. Neal bound my crossed wrists with some rope and make everything extra tight and inescapable.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled at him.
“Winning a bet.”
“Bet?! What fucking bet?!” I demanded furiously.
“Later, little bro. Now I must make sure you stay tied up for as long as necessary.”
“Stay tied up?! Are you fucking insane?!”
“All right! I’ve had enough of this shit!”
Neal stood up and I immediately renewed my efforts to get free. I struggled like mad, but it got me nowhere; my brother was way too skilled with ropes and there was absolutely no slack I could use to wiggle my arms free. Not that it mattered anyway; soon he grabbed my chin and forced it up. I wanted to yell at him again, but that was a huge mistake; the moment I opened my mouth he started pushing some sweaty wad in. My eyes widened in horror when I realized it was one of his socks. I groaned and coughed, but Neal was implacable. He forced it in mercilessly and immediately grabbed the other one. He used his fingers to move the first sock to my cheek and started pushing the second one into my yap. The wad was too big and some of the material was poking out of my mouth, but that didn’t seem to be a problem. My brother took a roll of grey duct tape and unwound a piece. He forced the socks into my mouth a little more and plastered the loose end of the tape against my lower face. He wrapped it tightly around my head over ten times before he tore off with his teeth and smoothed it over my cheek.
“You shouldn’t have mouthed off that much, bro. You know I like to work in silence!” He barked angrily at me.
“Mmmmhhh!”
“Much better!”
Neal forced me on my stomach again and sat on my back. Soon I felt another rope on my upper arms. He forced my elbows together and tied them up mercilessly. He paid no attention to my incredibly muffled moans and groans; he used much more coils to bind my upper limbs together as close as possible. When he was satisfied he started working on my legs. First were ankles, then calves and finally thighs. Everything was soon covered in tight layers of rope. When he cinched the last know I hoped he was done, but I was in a big mistake. He took some long pieces of rope and began to fasten my bound arms to my torso. He created some sort of a harness, completely immobilizing my hands behind my back. Now he bent my legs and bound my wrists with my ankles, leaving almost no space between them. The hogtie was insanely tight, but thanks to my flexibility, it wasn’t painful.
“Mmmmmhh!” I moaned when he sat in front of my face.
“Shut up and listen. You’re my little bro, so you at least deserve to know why you are trussed up like that. But if you prefer making muffled noises, I can leave you alone. Your call, Steven.”
“…” I just stared at him, furiously.
“Wise choice. Now, as you know tomorrow is a soccer tournament and your team has a great chance to win it. I have a little bet with one of my buddies and I’ve put a lot of money on your team losing at least two matches. Unfortunately for you guys, you’re quite good, so I have to make sure that everything goes well tomorrow. And eliminating the team’s best attacker is the best way to achieve my goal. Now, I understand that for you it doesn’t seem like good reason to be tied up like that, but that doesn’t change anything. You’ll stay like this until the tournament is over.”
“Mmmhhh!”
I trashed like wild, but it was absolutely pointless. There was nothing I could do to free myself and both me and my brother knew about it. After some more struggling I gave up, but I was furious like l had never been in my entire life. But I didn’t have too much time to focus on it; after maybe half an hour I heard the front door open and our father came in. When he saw me lying hogtied on the floor he was shocked at first but then started laughing, making me even more angry. He asked Neal what was going on and to my surprised my brother told him everything he told me. For a short moment I hoped that Dad would tell him to untie me, but he didn’t. When I moaned and struggled he came close to me, grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.
“Sorry, Steven, but this is the matter between you and Neal. Since he’s not hurting you in any way, I’m not going to help either one of you. If you manage to escape, you’re free to take your revenge on him, but that’s totally up to you. Stay put and I’ll go grab a bite.” Dad said and left me alone.
No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t find a way to free myself. Violent struggles were no use, so I tried to move my fingers around to find some knot, but that didn’t get me anywhere either, Neal made sure all the knots were far beyond my reach. My next idea was to use my sweat; my skin was all covered in it and became much more slick than usual, so I hoped that maybe I could wiggle my wrist out of the bonds. Unfortunately for me that wasn’t an option; my brother was way to experienced to overlook it. Soon I realized that I was stuck; I was so exhausted with struggling and fury that I dozed off.
When I woke up it was already night. The lights were off and there was no sign of Dad or Neal. I moaned into the gag again and tried one more time to find a way to escape, but just like before, it was pointless. I just lied there, angry and powerless to do anything about it. My eyes started to close again when I heard footsteps. Soon my father came to the kitchen and switched the lights on. I looked up as much as I could and saw him standing over me wearing only his loose boxer briefs.
“Still no luck?” He asked with a smirk.
“Mmmmhhh!”
“No. I told you before that I’m not gonna intervene in this.”
I kept moaning, but it all went on deaf ears. My father opened the fridge, drank something and closed it. He squatted down to check if I was doing ok. Satisfied that I wasn’t hurt or injured in any way he stood up and left the kitchen. With the lights off again I was in total darkness again. I groaned angrily into the gag, but that was all I could do. I lay there on the cold floor until I dozed off.
When I woke up it was already late morning. The first thing that appeared in my head was a question how on earth I was able to sleep hogtied and gagged like that. Then I realized that Dad is sitting on the chair and reading a newspaper. I moaned quietly, but he ignore me completely. When he finished reading, he stood up and came to me. I begged him with my eyes to untie me, but he just smiled and shook his head no. I cast him an angry glance and groaned again.
“Don’t worry, buddy. The tournament will soon be over and Neal will untie you. I know you are furious as fuck, but If I were you I would use the time you have now wisely. Your buddies will definitely ask you why you didn’t appear on the game and I’m sure you don’t want to tell them that your older brother kept you hogtied and gagged. Think of a good excuse.” Dad ruffled my hair playfully and left the room again.
After two more hours Neal entered the kitchen. He had a faint smile on his face, but I didn’t care about that. I wanted to be released badly; I was sore, I needed to use the toilet and I wanted to get some proper sleep. To my great joy, my brother squatted down next to me and I felt him undo the bonds.
“You’ll be probably glad to hear that I lost the bet anyway. Your damn team lost only one match and thanks to that I lost quite a lot of money.”
I got little satisfaction from that, but was still happy to hear that we lost only one game. It was a great result and I could only imagine what would if I was able to help my mates. But those thoughts had to wait; soon I was completely free. I stood up slowly and went straight to the bathroom; I didn’t even bother to remove my gag. Once I emptied my bladder I took care of the tape; it was painful when I unwrapping it from my face, but it didn’t matter. I spat Neal’s socks out and coughed a little. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw all the marks the duct tape left. I tossed the tape aside and went downstairs again.
“I’m gonna get you one day, you sucker! I swear!” I said to Neal. He and Dad just smiled
THE END
, squeal like a SQUIRREL 🐿 OOOOPPPSS did it again and forgot who wrote this story, SAWRY. Neal should not have untied his little brother Steven, Christmas is coming and he had a pre-wrapped present to give to someone, sometimes its very hard to wrap a little brother up neatly so if you've got him wrapped keep him wrapped until needed. 
