Chapter 5,
part F
The only thing I could do was thining…
When for the first time I told my father that I would like to be tied up and kept restrained like a real prisoner, I never imagined He might put me through such extreme ordeal. I had always thought he would just bind my hands behind my back, rope my legs together and use some duct tape to keep me quiet for an hour or two. I have to admit that back then I underestimated him big time; but since the very first time he agreed to tie me up it turned out he would do it seriously and give me no slack or chance to free myself. Up to that moment I had already been fastened to a chair, “kidnapped†by him, mummified in saran wrap and duct tape and left in the basement for the whole evening while my Dad had some of his military buddies over. Once he even used his friends’ help to hogtie me and keep me that way in the corner of the room, while they were enjoying their time together.
But this time it was different and more sinister; back in the morning I was kidnapped by several muscular, brutal hunks, thrown into the van and mercilessly bound and gagged. I was really scared, but there was nothing I could do about it; the goons were extremely skilled with ropes and definitely knew how to keep a man quiet. As is later turned out, my father had organized the fake kidnapping as my birthday present and had asked his buddies to help him with it. Once they had explained everything to me I expected to be let go and simply spend a few days with them, but apparently they had other plans for me; they told me that they would keep me their prisoner for the whole stay. Of course I wanted to protest, but I was alone and there were six of them, so it was easy to predict who would win.
Now I was completely tied up and roped to a metal bed frame. My father and his military buddies made sure that my limbs were restrained as much as possible. My feet and hands were free, but everything from my ankles to thighs and from wrists to armpits was tightly fastened to the bed frame. To make sure I wouldn’t disturb my father, they forced two sweaty socks into my yap and sealed them in by more than a dozen layers of super sticky duct tape. As if all that weren’t enough, the brutal, merciless hunks decided to blindfold me and fasten my head to the bed too; once they were done I could only moan quietly. I tried to beg them to let me go, but it all went on deaf ears; I was their prisoner and had to stay bound and gagged for as long as they wanted. And judging by the fun they all were having, it was clear that I wouldn’t e able to regain my freedom for at least a few days. After several minutes, maybe a quarter my father wished me a good night and soon I heard him get into his bed. Somehow I managed to fall asleep too.
When I woke up in the morning at first I was confused that I can’t move a muscle, but soon I remembered where I was and what was happening. I was quite surprised how well I slept and how rested I felt. I tried to attract somebody’s attention, but the oversized stuffing in my mouth made all my attempts to shout almost completely inaudible. I felt frustrated, but could do nothing but wait for one of the hunks to come and help me.
“Good morning, son! Did you sleep well?†I heard my father’s voice. I immediately started moaning and struggling again.
“Mmmmhhhh…â€
“I can’t believe he is still fighting, man!†Came from Mr. Allen’s voice.
“Yeah, they never know when to give up!†Mr. Cooper replied.
I heard them walk towards me and started breathing heavily; with my sight blocked I felt quite unease when they surrounded me. I expected them to untie me, but nothing of that sort happened; instead I felt their leather gloved fingers checking the bonds and the gag. I moaned and groaned into the huge gag, but that only made my captors laugh. I struggled a little more before I heard my father’s voice again.
“Listen carefully son. We’re going to release you from the bed and then march you to the bathroom. Once you are in there, you can remove your gag, take a shower, use the toilet and brush your teeth. Everything is ready and prepared for you. Once you finish, you’ll get restrained again.â€
“Mmmhhhh!†I tried to speak.
“You can argue, yell and protest all you want, but you are the prisoner here and have nothing to say in that matter. If you don’t obey our orders, we’ll simply use brute force to restrain you and shut your mouth. It’s your call, but if I were you, I’d suggest you didn’t cause us any problems, son…â€
“You heard your old man, kiddo! Follow the rules and nothing bad will happen!†I heard Mr. Morgan’s voice.
“Mmmmhhhh…â€
The guys ignored my muffled protests and focused on my restraints. Even though there were several of them it took them quite some time to release me from the bed; it was hard to believe how many coils of rope they used to tie me up. When my arms and legs were free I tried to move them, but I was immediately grabbed and my limbs were pressed down unceremoniously; apparently they wanted to show me who was the boss. Soon the rope fastening my head to the bed frame was gone and the duct tape blindfold removed. I blinked a few times when the sunrays hit my eyes, but when they adjusted to the light I looked around and saw that Mr. Cooper was absent. I wanted to ask where he was, but the gag prevented me from doing it.
“All right, let’s get you to the bathroom, kiddo!†My Dad said when all the ropes were untied.
Before I could react, Mr. Lewis and Mr. Allen grabbed me by my arms and made me stand up. For a brief moment I was thinking about trying to run away and escape them, but the thought evaporated from my mind almost as quickly as it appeared; after spending so much time in restraints my muscles must have been weakened significantly; but even if I were fully recovered, I really doubted that I would have any chance against so many military guys. I sighed and let them march me to the bathroom. The opened the door and pushed me in. When the door was closed I looked at myself in the mirror; my whole lower face was covered with grey duct tape, so I started peeling it off. It hurt, but I didn’t mind; after a few long minutes I could finally spit out Dad’s socks.
“Fuck, that’s gross… “ I mumbled quietly to myself and was surprised how croaky my voice was.
Once I finally removed the atrocious gag I decided to use the toilet first; after spending so many hours in tight restraints, I definitely needed that more than anything. Next I brushed my teeth, but even though I did everything I could to get rid of the horrible aftertaste, it didn't want to come off completely. I kept brushing and brushing, but after some time I had to give up. Then it was time to take the shower; the flowing water felt amazing and I took my time washing myself. Once I was finally clean I dried myself with a towel my father had prepared for me and put on the fresh clothes: a pair of white socks, boxer briefs, grey T-shirt and matching shorts. I knew it was time to leave the bathroom and face my captors again; I sighed under my nose and opened the door.
I was just about to step into the corridor when I was grabbed by two hunks at my sides; it was clear that Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Lewis were waiting for me. They were extremely quick and before I even realized what was happening I was brutally hand gagged by Mr. Mitchell and my body was forced against the wall. I groaned into the leather gloved palm when my arms were forced behind my back and I felt thick rope being wrapped around my crossed wrists in all directions. Then came another coil and my elbows were bound close to each other. I hoped that, since I was completely at their mercy, they would stop right there, but apparently they had other plans; Mr. Lewis bound my arms to my torso, creating a very tight and sophisticated chest harness.
“Once again in ropes, aren’t you kid?†Mr. Mitchell asked with a smirk.
“Mmmmmhhh!†I tried to reply.
“Sorry, can’t hear you. You have to speak loudly and clearly if you want to tell us something.†Mr. Lewis said and the two captors laughed.
“All right, let’s get him to the kitchen.â€
With my arms bound behind my back and two muscular, alpha soldiers at my sides I could do nothing but follow their orders. I offered no resistance when they were marching me to the table and sat me on the chair. Even though I behaved well and didn’t try to speak, Mr. Mitchell’s leather gloved arm never left my lower face.
“All right, son, here is the deal. Eric will remove his palm from your mouth and we’ll feed you and give you water. You are not allowed to speak at all. If you do, we’ll gag you for the rest of the day, hogtie you and lock you up in the basement. Is that clear?â€
“Mmmhh†I nodded my head; I had no idea if my father was serious, by I definitely didn’t want to find out.
“Atta boy!â€
Mr. Mitchell released his vice like grip from my face and I sighed in relief, but other than that I kept completely quiet. The guys fed me the breakfast and I was glad that they didn’t rush me; the taste of toasts, eggs and bacon was absolutely amazing and I took my time enjoying the marvelously prepared food. Once the breakfast was over Mr. Morgan let me drink some water. I gulped hungrily, which made some of the hunk laugh at me. When I finally had enough, the guys took all the plates and glasses from the table and washed them. My Dad stayed at the table with me, probably to make sure I wouldn’t try anything stupid.
“Ok, boys, everything is done here. Let’s prepare the kid and we can leave.†Said Mr. Allen and stood in front of me with a roll of super wide duct tape in his gloved hand.
“I think you’ll what he had planned son. Now open your mouth wide!†Came Dad’s rough order.
Having no other choice I let them do whatever they wanted. The moment I parted my lips my father forced something large into my yap. The taste was awful and I tried to push the wad out with my tongue, but I really doubted that any of the hunk surrounding me even noticed my efforts. The guys took their time stuffing the oversized piece of clothes into my mouth and when they finally succeeded my cheeks were bulging and my attempts to speak were reduced to minimum. They made sure that the whole wad was pass my teeth, forced me to close my mouth and let Mr. Allen do the rest of the job. The ripping sound echoed in the room as he unwound the tape in one smooth move. He plastered the sticky tape over my mouth and wrapped it around my head over ten times, until he was satisfied. He ripped the tape off with his teeth and smoothed all the layers on my lower face.
“Bound and gagged again… Enjoying the taste, son?†My Dad asked.
“Mmmmmhhh…†I shook my head no vigorously.
“Good, that was the point. I’m not going to tell you what you are chewing on, kid… it’ll give you something to wonder about during our little trip.â€
“Mmmhh??â€
“Pass me the ropes, guys! By the way, is Damian ready too?†My father said to his buddies, ignoring me completely.
“Yeah, he said everything is packed.†Mr. Mitchell replied and handed my Dad several coils of rope.
I watched in silence as the two soldiers were working on my legs; first they bound my ankles together, then moved up and did the same with my calves and then the thighs. When they cinched the last knot I tested the bonds and, as usual, discovered that they were absolutely flawless. I knew well that no matter how much I would struggle, there was no way I could free myself without aid. Dad looked me in the eye and winked; apparently he was having a lot of fun keeping me his prisoner. He stood up and ordered me to stand up as well. Being tied up as I was, I had some troubles with obeying his orders and I had to use some help. Mr. Lewis laughed, stood behind me and grabbed me by my arms. With one swift move he forced me on my feet.
“Ready for a walk, son?†My father asked with a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.
“Mmmmhh…†I tried to speak, not exactly knowing how I was supposed to walk in my current state.
Then, to my great surprise, my father took a step closer to me, unceremoniously picked me up and placed my bound body on his shoulder; he wrapped his huge, muscular arm around my buttocks to keep me in place. I moaned into the gag, totally taken aback by what was going on. My Dad’s buddies laughed their asses off when they saw the incredulity written clearly all over my face. After some time they calmed down a little and we all left the house. Mr. Allen locked it and stood behind my father. He grabbed me by my chin and forced my head a little bit. He winked at me and said:
“Don’t worry, kiddo. I’ll be walking behind you, just in case something happens.â€
“Mmmmhhh…†It was everything I could reply.
“All right, boys, let’s move!â€
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And the final head control roping....well that is unique and isn't seen too often in these stories. The main character is 100% captured 
, tied and bound him back up, fed him breakfast, let him walk a few steps and is now taking Kiddo out for a fun car ride. Hopefully Kiddo will be tied to the bed again for the night so he doesn't get any crazy ideas that he has been a good Boy. 
ING AND CARING FATHER.
