I really appreciate your encouragement guys. Here is the next part

I was left with my uncle. I was sitting in the kitchen bound to a chair. My wrists were crossed behind my, tied with rope and duct tape. My legs were bound to the legs of the chair. My torso was tied to it too. My own father’s sock stuck in my mouth prevented me from speaking. I tried to attract my uncle’s attention by making some noise. I wanted him to untie my, or at least to take my gag off.
“Shut the fuck up! Your father wanted me to keep you gagged until noon, and you WILL stay gagged until noon. Nothing you can do about it anyway” He smirked
The only thing I could do was to watch my uncle going to our fridge and helping himself with a beer. With a bottle in his hands he came to me, sat on my thighs and drank some.
“You want some too, lad?” He asked with an evil grin. He definitely was glad to be in control. Especially over his own nephew.
“We’ve got some time to spend so let’s see if you are still as ticklish as you used to be.”
My uncle put the bottle on the kitchen table and immediately started tickling me. He dag his fingers into my ribs, which caused me to trash like a wild animal. I shouted into the gag, but all that came out was barely audible sound. I was his prisoner and had no chance to escape him. He continued tickling my ribs and then my armpits until I was soaked in sweat. Finally he stopped.
“It was fun, wasn’t it kiddo?” He asked. I panted heavily and didn’t even try to answer. I looked at him with my pleading eyes, but he ignored me.
He went behind the chair to check the knots. Some of them became a little loose, so he tightened them and added some duct tape to reinforce them. It was so humiliating to sit there on my uncle’s mercy… When my uncle was done with the bonds he grabbed his beer, went into the living room and watched something on TV. After some time I looked at the clock; it was five past twelve. My uncle entered the kitchen.
“It’s time to take your gag off. But before I do I must warn you: if you speak without my permission I will gag you with my own socks. And they are much worse than your father’s. Understood?” I had no other choice, so I just nodded my head. I would agree to anything to get rid of that filthy sock.
He sat on my thighs again and began to unwound the duct tape from my head. It was painful, but I didn’t care. I desperately wanted the sock out of my mouth. When my uncle took the last piece of tape he clamped his hand over my mouth.
“Remember. One word, and the gag goes back in.” He released my mouth and I was finally able to spit the sock out. I didn’t dare to say anything; I tried to move my aching jaw a bit.
“You want some water?” He asked and I frantically nodded. I was so thirsty I could drink a lake. He held a glass of water to my lips. I drank everything.
“Hungry?” He asked and I nodded again. He gave me some sandwiches. After my breakfast was finished he went behind my chair and clamped his hand on my mouth again and moved his head close to mine.
“I am going to untie you now. You will go to the bathroom and take a shower. After that I will tie you up again. If you don’t obey my orders I will gladly tie you up in a strict hogtie, stuck my filthy socks into your mouth, seal you lips with tape and leave you like that for the rest of the day. You know perfectly well that I can overpower you if I want. The choice is yours”. My uncle said firmly and began untying me.
This was going to be a rough weekend…