Chapter 4
Zach and Brad were fighting against their bonds, pulling and tugging at the ropes in a futile effort to get out. Despite having lost their clothes, they were getting hotter and hotter, and sweatier and sweatier from their efforts. Their well-toned muscles were shining under the basement lamps.
Chris and Luke both took out a pair of leg irons, the two jocks felt the cold steel against their warm legs, and heard the "Click!" as Chris and Luke locked the footballers' legs to eachother, Brad's left leg tied to Zach's left leg, and vice versa. Leaving their legs tied together by crossed over chains, further restricting their movement.
"MMmmpppGHHHFFF!" Zach tried again to get them to release him, without any luck. They were blindfolded, scared what was going to happen next. They heard Chris and Luke pull something out of Chris' equipment bag, and heard their footsteps as their captors walked around them.
Thwack! Brad's body bolted against his restraints, as Luke his legs with a flogger. Twhack! Zach's head hit Luke's, as he tried to avoid Chris' flogger hitting his six-pack. They heard Chris and Luke walking around them in a circle, and felt the sharp sting as their floggers hit them. Thwack! Brad's chest was the next target, then Zach's and Brad's thighs were both hit with one swing. Suddenly, the hits grew faster, Chris and Luke walked around them, hitting all over their bodies with varying intensity.
"Mmmppphhhgggg!!!", Zach and Brad yelled muffle screams in unison, as their tones bodies turned more and more red from the flogging. Constantly hitting different parts of their bodies, without any warning of where they'd hit next. The two jocks were fighting at their restraints, and pulling and tugging, while they were being bombarded with hits from the two leather floggers. After a while they had been hit almost everywhere but on their dicks.
Suddenly, the flogging stopped. The two red and sweaty pieces of meat were breathing heavily, happy that their torment was over.
Chris and Luke put their full strength into their next hit, as they both aimed for the only place they had delibrately saved until now. "Twhack!", the sounds of their floggers echoed through the basement, as two well-placed hits to the footballerers' dicks made them scream out in pain.
"Mpppgghhh-Aaaggghhhhh, YOU FUCKERS!" Brad's sweat had made the duct tape come loose, and he spat out the jockstrap from his mouth.
"Scream all you want, the basement is soundproof" Chris grinned. "Get the two muzzles from the bag Luke!". Luke went over to the duffle bag, and pulled out two leather muzzles.
"Mmppphhhh" Zach unsuccessfully tried to add to the conversation.
"No, get the fuck away from me you fucking perverts!" yelled Brad, as Luke approached with the muzzle gag. Chris picked up the jockstrap from the floor, and tried to stuff it into Brad's firmly closed mouth. He pinched his nose until he would have to open his mouth to breath. And promptly stuffed in the jockstrap, and locked on the muzzle afterwards.
"Mmmpppggghhhhhhh!" Brad was once again silenced, and not long after, Zach too, was gagged in a similar fashion.
Now, it was time to make the two footballers truly "their property"