Postby Allensmithy » Fri Jan 16, 2015 6:06 am
Oscar tried his best to adjust to his current situation. He had never been tied up before, under different circumstances it probably could of been kinda hot.
However being tethered to a ikea recliner with a coworker's funky boot strapped to his face was not quite the way he'd hope to spend his first bondage venture.
He looked over at Ryan who looked as if he was laughing behind his boot gag.
Oscar struggled in his bonds, from his seat he could see the door his coworkers were leaving out of. They had finished grabbing whatever wasn't nailed down. And left him to take the fall if Ryan managed to get himself undone.
Unluckily for Oscar he was very close. After all that tickling Ryan was pretty close to slipping out his thumb from the many loops around his wrists.
He wriggled a bit more in his bonds and to his surprise his left hand popped out of the now the struggle was untying himself with one hand. It was especially difficult considering he is right handed.
Ryan fumbled awkwardly around the knots binding him to the sectional furniture.
Oscar begun to sweat profusely as he saw more and more of Ryan's possibility of freedom. He had no idea what would happen to him if he managed to get out and call the police for help.
Oscar looked up at his own bonds not budging in the least. And then peered onward past the boot strapped to his face to Ryan who now had both hands free.
Ryan unlooped the harness Oscar did on him and soon was able to stand up from the sofa tearing the boot off of his face he worked on getting the rest of the layers of duct tape holding in the clammy sock inside his mouth.
Spitting the sock onto his coffee table he fell back on the sofa in exhaustion. His legs and ankles still bound.
"Some friends you got there." He said looking at Oscar.
"Mmm mmm." Oscar tried to mutter anything to coax Ryan into undoing his gag.
"No. No I think you can stay like that until the police arrive." He said propping his bound feet on the table trying to relax.
"Mmmmm mmm mmm!" Oscar continued to try and speak.
"Fine." Ryan leaned over and started peeling off layers of his boot gag. "Whatever you are trying better be good, otherwise you are getting both of your friend's socks in there."
"We can get your stuff back." Oscar shouted as he spat the sock onto the table. "I mean I know where they are, we can get your stuff back man."
"And what makes you think I'm dumb enough to fall for that?"
"It's not a trick bro, I know where they would of gone." Oscar pleaded.
"I'm not your bro, and what makes you think those friends of yours won't do a repeat of what occurred earlier." Ryan asked.
"They aren't my friends." Oscar sighed. "I just know them from working odd jobs, honestly I didn't think they would rob you man." He finished.
"Enough. Alright. Where is it we have to go to find my stuff?" Ryan asked debating the idea in his mind.
"I know they went to Beto's crib. He has the most room to keep it." Oscar explained.
"You know all this yet you aren't friends?" Ryan responded.
"I've only been there a couple of times, I know him and Hector thug around that area. They most likely will hold it there and try and sell a lot of it."
Ryan thought hard and decided it seemed worth the risk.
He grabbed hold of Oscar's ankles and started to untie them.
"Alright, but any funny business and you'll be gagged again and waiting for the cops on my sofa. Understand?"
"Understood." Oscar said watching him unravel the ropes on his lower body.
As soon as they were both untied Ryan stood over Oscar who sat with just his hands bound above him still.
"Now don't freak out but I'm gonna take one added precaution." Ryan sat exiting the room briefly and coming back in dangling a pair of handcuffs.
"I don't like double crosses. So these will be your new bracelets until I feel I can trust you." He said snapping them over his wrists before undoing the ropes.
"Come on man..." Oscar started and stopped immediately when Ryan grabbed the socks from the table and held them up as an example.
Ryan changed his clothes to just a green tanktop and golf shorts with flip flops since his shoe options were limited. He escorted the barefoot Oscar out of the apartment. Armed with his bag of bondage gear.
Oscar walked work boots in hand his wet socks balled up in the bottom of them.
"Glad to see those goons didn't get my car. Get in!" Ryan said opening Oscar's door for him.
They started their way to the north side of Chicago, through the Spanish part of town.
"I promise you man I will help you get all your stuff back." Oscar said sincerely.
"Why did you even call those guys?" Ryan asked aggravated.
"Honestly. I thought it would be fun. You know I thought they would just play along and we'd drink your beer and watch some tv while you played Houdini. I didn't know they were gonna rob you." Oscar felt bad, he knew he screwed up big time.
Ryan stopped the car at the light. He dug into Oscar's work boot and stuffed the wet sweat sock into his mouth.
"How's about a quiet ride there?" Ryan said as he continued driving.
"Mmm mmmm mmm." Oscar moaned defeated.
They arrived to a series of rundown residential houses. All looking somewhat similar in design.
"How soon till we are there?" Ryan asked pulling the sock from his mouth.
"Blah! His place is on the next block. 5558." He said surprised to remember.
Ryan pulled up to the front of Beto's modest home. Oscar instructed him to go around back so not to be seen. He whipped the car around back and parked in the alley by the trash bins.
"So are you gonna take these cuffs off now?" Oscar asked.
"Not just yet." Ryan said casing the house.
"You know two handed men win a whole lot more ass kicking contests." Oscar said sarcastically.
"Keep it up and the socks go back in." He exited the car, and walked around to the passenger side to let Oscar out. "Let's go."
"Alight just lemme put my boots on man. There's glass and shit." Oscar said putting the wet socks over his feet.
Oscar crept silently along the back of Beto's home they peered into the basement and could see Ryan's belongings piled up while Manny stood guard.
They walked around the side to the window of the next room in the basement. Oscar did some lock picking and managed to get the window open so they could both slide in.
The room was a dark musky room that looked like it might of served as a storage room. Whatever it was had been damaged in a flood years ago.
They kept their steps soft as the floor was covered in dust and glass fragments. Down the hall in the next corridor he could see Manny taking a nap on duty.
"Nows our chance bro." Oscar said as he increased his pace over to Manny.
He snuck up slowly and like a ninja pounced on him from behind. Hand clammed firmly over his mouth.
Manny flailed in the metal folding chair and Ryan took haste. He secured one of his wrists to the side of the chair. The other swung like a madman. With little effort he managed to bind that down next.
He bent down and noticed his $250 Aldo ankle boots on Manny's feet.
"I'll be taking those back." He said ripping them off his feet.
Even in his new boots Manny's bare feet still managed to stink up the place. Ryan took the rope and tethered his ankles down to the back legs of the chair.
"Toss me the duct tape." Manny said and Ryan obliged.
"Got some payback for you way." Oscar said into Manny's ear.
He lifted up his dingy so l he had peeled off from his foot and stuffed it into Manny's mouth. He then tape his mouth shut with five effective wraps around the head.
"Now to find the other two." Ryan said getting up from the floor.