Chapter 2
I knew Foster had awoken upon hearing the scream. It was obvious that Foster was panicking over being tied to the bed. The only thing that had surprised me was that he didn't wake up sooner.
“D..Dodge! Chase! Brody! Help me!” Foster called out to us. I wasn't in any position to help him, and Dodge and Chase certainly wasn't gonna let him out anytime soon.
“Well, it seems like our little brother has woken up. I think it's time we introduce him to...” Dodge said, pausing as he walked over to the closet. He looked around and pulled out a bag.
What he pulled out would of scared me! It was the ugliest mask I had ever seen. It had the face of some kind of troll-pig, something that would have been worn on the first day of the Cold Days. Then Dodge also took out some kind of black fabric, like a cloak that could be worn over the body. He then wrapped the cloak around him and then slid the mask over the top of his head, completely concealing his face.
“How do I look, Chase?” Dodge asked his younger brother.
“Scary as hell! This should be fun!” Chase said with a devious smile. Then Dodge pulled something else out of the bag. It was a fake butcher knife made out of plastic. I could tell that the knife was fake, but I wonder what Foster would think. I knew what they were planning, but I asked anyway.
“W..what are you gonna do?” I asked.
“Unless you want to be gagged again, I suggest you be quiet.” Dodge told me coldly.
“Now, Chase, stay here and make sure Brody stays quiet.” Dodge said as he left the room. I could only imagine how Foster was gonna feel when he saw Dodge in that outfit. It's bad enough to be tied up, not knowing what is happening.
Silence followed as Chase sat beside me as he smiled in anticipation. I guess Dodge was taking his time, letting Foster become even more fearful than he already was.
Then I heard talking. “W..who are you? Dodge, cut it out!” Foster said. The tone in Foster's voice was filled with doubt. “Dodge, this is not funny..please...stop it.” Foster added. Then it was silent again for a moment. But eventually I heard frantic, muffled yells coming from Foster's room.
I wondered what Dodge was doing in there. Whatever it was had Foster panicking, as his yells got even louder.
“I guess I should go now.” Chase said as he got up off of the bed. “Don't worry, I'll be back.” he said, smiling as he left the bedroom.
Now I was alone in the bedroom, tied to my and Dodge's bed. I laid there, wondering what they had planned for me. I didn't know what was going through Foster's head.
Then, Chase and Dodge returned to the room, along with Foster, who was now out of his bindings!
“Here's the deal, Brody. Each day we are stuck in the house, we will take turns being slaves. Since your already tied up, your day will be today. But the catch is that the person who is the slave for that day gets to choose who will be a slave the following day. That is, if you agree. If you do agree, you will be our slave as long as we want, so you best just agree, bro.”
I couldn't believe it! I have to be a slave for them ALL day? It wasn’t like I had a choice, unless I wanted to be their slave for as long as they wanted. “I guess I agree.” I said as if I had a choice.
“That means you will obey our every order. If a slave breaks any 5 orders, not only will that slave get punished for each order, but that slave must endure another day of slavery. But if the slave can obediently follow every order given, then that slave has one point of immunity. He can use that point any time to save himself from slavery for one day. He must announce it before the slave of that day chooses the next slave.”
It was turning into a game at this point. If I could be good, I would be out of this predicament by nighttime, so I just had to play along until I got the chance. I had to admit, though, that deep down I was felt exited. I was still nervous about their plans for me, but at the same time I was eager to play the game. “Understood.” I said.
“Fine then, your slavery officially begins now!” Dodge said. “Now, slave, what should we have you do first? What do you think, guys?”
Dodge then led Chase and Brody back into the living room. Once again I sat in silence, waiting for them to return. I knew that they were planning what to do with me, and I grew fearful thinking of all the things that was possible. They had all the gear I bought at their disposal, as well as the things that Dodge bought. That was the scary part. “What things DID Dodge buy?” I thought.
Several minutes had went by and they still hadn't returned. The anxiety and waiting was killing me, as I wanted them to return. Then I saw them walk back into the bedroom.
“So, here's the deal. We will give you two options, slave. The first option will be that you have to keep your silence unless asked a question. You can make involuntary sounds such as sneezing or laughing when you are tickled, but otherwise, you have to be quiet. If you break this rule, that counts as one point towards breaking the rules. Or, you could go with option two. That is, you can wear this.”
Dodge then held up what looked like a strap with a ball attached to it. On the straps, it had “sissy slave boy” written on it. I was appalled that I was to wear something like that! Well, I DID have a choice. If I wore the ball gag, I could stop myself from breaking the rules, but to wear that thing would throw away my dignity! But if I chose to not accept it, I could potentially break the rules. They have really put me in a position!
“You have 30 seconds to decide, or we will do it for you.” Chase said, smirking.
I had to make a choice. “Think” I told myself as I ran out of time.
“Five..four...three...two...one...”
Even if it meant humiliation, I didn't want to take the risk. “Option 2!” I said right before Chase called time.
“Playing it safe, huh?” Dodge said as he came over with that gag. “Open wide, slave.” he said as he held up the gag to my mouth. I gulped as I reluctantly opened my mouth, and accepted the ball gag as Dodge pressed it between my teeth. He then raised my head and snapped the gag in place.
“Chase, lock it in.” Dodge said that prompted Chase to walk over beside me. Chase had some kind of lock in his hand. He placed his hands behind my head and snapped it, making sure that the only way this thing was coming off was if they allowed it.
Now I was silenced. Chase and Foster giggled as they looked on at my gagged face. “So, sissy slave boy, ready to begin?” Dodge said. Further humiliated, I only gave them a cold glare.
“Good. As a warm-up, we are gonna tickle-torture you!” Dodge said as the three all plummeted on top of me. Foster and Chase sat down on both of my sides and started torturing my arm pits, which were completely exposed to my spread-eagle position. Dodge sat on my thighs and started slowly tickling my feet. Unfortunately, I was extremely sensitive in those places, and I writhed and squirmed as my brothers tortured me. I laughed and yelled through my gag, begging them to stop.
“Tell us when you want us to stop, and we will Brody.” Chase said cheerfully as he twiddled his fingers down my right side. I said as clear as I could to “Stop!” hoping that it would end. “What was that? I couldn't understand you, bro! You have to say it again!”
Again I frantically begged them through my gag to end my suffering. But again, they “failed” to under my pleas. They were, in fact, torturing me even further, knowing I was gagged and couldn't say audible words.
The tickling continued for what felt like forever. I was running out of breath and stamina. I was begging for relief. But then my torment stopped when they finally ended their tickling. I was breathing heavily at this point, and I lay limp on my bed as I gasped for air through the small openings between the gag and mouth and my nose.
“So, here's the deal. I think it's time you got your morning bath. But we don't trust you to do it yourself, so we will have to do it for you. But we would be willing to change our minds and let you get a bath fully unattended if..you make us a promise.”
I couldn't believe what they were saying! They want to give ME a bath like I was some toddler? There was no way I would accept such a thing, no matter what the cost was! But once again I was left with a dilemma. “You can have your private shower...if you agree to lick all three of our feet clean.” Chase finished, smiling sadistically as he said it.
“Lick their feet!!” I thought, with ideas of how disgusting that would be. “And not just a single lick. I want it wiped clean. I want all the dirt between my digits wiped, as well as every inch of the bottom of my foot. I want a good cleansing, if you know what I mean.” Dodge added.
I gulped at the mere thought of touching their feet with my tongue. This time, I was at a loss for words. If I chose to lick their feet, not only do I get a private bath, but I will also get this gag off, even for a short time. I had to think, and fast. I had no doubt they weren't gonna wait long for an answer. But how was I supposed to communicate?
“Oh..right. Well, if you want the private bath, grunt once. If you need “help” with your bath, then grunt twice. What will it be?”
I certainly didn't want “help” with a shower, but the thought of licking their feet clean made me feel nauseous to the point that I felt I could vomit, so I went with the lesser of the two. It's not like they haven't seen me naked before. During the winter times long ago, we sometimes had to take showers together due to the lack of warm water. We would heat a pot of water up over the stove and mix it with cool water in order to get warm water. It took a while to fill the tub up, so we opted to just bathe together. It's been so long since we had to do that thanks to the new water heater we purchased.
So, I made my choice. I made two grunts to avoid the foot licking.
“Wow...ok. Well, Chase and I will give you the bath while Foster eats his breakfast. He will also pick out your clothes for the day, so..” Dodge said as he reached for my bindings around my wrist. He undid the bindings to my left while Chase undid them to my right. As soon as I was free, I was escorted by my brothers to the bathroom, where we had a ceramic tub with a curtain and shower.
“Strip.” I was told by Dodge. My shirt was already off, so it was just my pajamas and boxers that needed removed. And reluctantly, I pulled down my pajamas. The next part was really tough. I now had to pull down my boxers, revealing my groin to Dodge and Foster. “Hurry up!” Chase rushed me. I sighed in my gag as I also pulled down my boxer, leaving me completely naked. As soon as they were off, Chase went in front of me and placed handcuffs around my wrists. Dodge went over and turned on the tub, and it slowly filled up with water.
After it was halfway full, I was lead to the tub, where I was made to sit down inside. Dodge sprayed some soapy liquid that made bubbles rise from the water. Then they took off all their clothes except their boxers.
“Don't want to get our clothes wet. I don't have any other cloths clean right now, so I need to keep them. Say, I will add that to your 'to do' list.”
I didn’t say a word as Chase grabbed the sponge and applied more of the liquid soap to it. Dodge grabbed the shampoo and started rubbing it in my head. Dodge slowly scrubbed my head with the soap while Chase washed my torso. Chase ran the sponge down my side and belly, covering my body in suds. Dodge then told me to lay down so he could rinse the soap of my hair. I slid down into the water as I was commanded, and Dodge gently rinsed my hair. Chase continued to wash me as he started on my legs and arms.
And then it came to my privates. I looked at them, waiting patiently to see what they were going to do. “I think that will do.” Chase said awkwardly, avoiding the task.
Dodge then drained the tub and turned on the shower to rinse the suds off my body, once again bringing my body into view. They then helped me out of the shower and effectively dried me with a bath towel. They made sure I was COMPLETELY dry.
“Foster, where's the clothes?” Dodge called out.
“Oh...coming!” Foster said as I heard footsteps run across the floor. But when he returned and he presented my “clothing,” once again I felt humiliated. All he had was a black speedo.
“This is going to be your clothing for the day.” I looked at Dodge, hoping for SOME leniency, but all I got was a devious smile, and I was forced to fit them over my waist. “At least I was covered down there.” I thought.
I was handcuffed behind my back and lead to the living room, where I awaited the next activity..one I knew I wouldn't like. But as I was sat on the couch by my three masters, we heard a knock on the door.