AUTHOR'S NOTE
This next chapter should stand out from the others. Not only because it's the 300th, but also because it will read a little
differently from all of the previous ones. A special thanks to all my contributors. We'd have never made it this far without you!
As always, reading at a slow pace comes highly recommended.
Respect the line spacing and pay close attention to the words in Italic letters.
The extra emphasis you place on them will greatly improve your comprehension of this text.
This next chapter should stand out from the others. Not only because it's the 300th, but also because it will read a little
differently from all of the previous ones. A special thanks to all my contributors. We'd have never made it this far without you!
As always, reading at a slow pace comes highly recommended.
Respect the line spacing and pay close attention to the words in Italic letters.
The extra emphasis you place on them will greatly improve your comprehension of this text.
CHAPTER 300 - THE RELEASE
Tuesday, May 26 (7:50 AM)
I woke up alone and feeling well-rested that morning. I didn't recall the rubber bulb-gag being pulled out of my mouth, didn't remember Nick securing his collar around my neck and didn't remember the parting kiss he'd planted on my forehead. My body-hugging prison was fully unzipped and my still-sleepsacked form was tightly rolled up and bundled inside the blond muscleman's lofty comforter.
It took quite a bit of effort for me to work my way out of the hefty down bedding, but after about a minute of struggling, I was sitting up in bed and rubbing the telltale morning haziness out of my eyes. The clock read 7:53 AM and from the looks of it, it was shaping up to be another rainy day outside.
This was my first time waking up at home in nearly a week, and although my stay at Shawn's place and the camping trip that followed both proved highly entertaining, I was definitely glad to be back in my own bed and enjoying some much-needed alone time.
In any case, my first order of business for the day was getting myself cleaned up. That meant expulsing the load of semen Nick had injected into my system last night, as well as showering, shaving and all that sorta stuff.
I tried taking my mind off horny things, but even whilst fixing up my coffee and getting some fruit and cereal down into my stomach, my shorts kept tenting up and bobbing fiercely out in front of me.
It must've been close to 10 AM when the baby blue collar adorning my neck ended up getting the better of me. The leather still felt kinda damp and clingy from having been soaked during my shower, and I just didn't feel as much motivation to wear it now that Nick wasn't home to see me. So I did what any sensible person would do and promptly removed it.
I spent a good portion of that morning cleaning up; vacuuming, dusting, washing the bath, toilet and shower stall. But it's only when I brought the giant basketful of freshly-laundered clothes up from the laundry room and started folding everything up that I gave my discarded collar a look and finally buckled it around my neck again. Nick had been so adamant about not wanting me to remove it yesterday, and somehow it didn't seem entirely right for me to do so now that he was absent.
The home phone rang at a bit past noon, and much to my immediate delight, my big burly lover's baritone voice greeted my ears when I picked up to answer.
"Hey, babe. Just calling to say hi and see how things are going." he spoke, the sound of his superbly deep voice and the reason for his calling instantly making my heart flutter.
We spoke for a bit, during which I came clean and told him I'd taken my collar off and put it back on about an hour later. I thought he'd be happy to hear that and thought he'd congratulate me for my obedience. But much to my slight disappointment, the beefy man simply rebuked me.
"Babe. I gave you a clear warning yesterday. You're not allowed touching the collar." he calmly reminded, the tone of his husky voice leaving little hint as to his current demeanour.
"I know, Daddy. That's why I put it back on. I thought you'd be proud of me for telling you..." I somewhat pleadingly admitted, foolishly thinking that by willingly telling him about my mistake I'd somehow exclude myself from disciplinary measures.
In truth, it did exclude me, but only partially.
"I am proud of you, babe. But you'll still need to be disciplined when I get home." came his calm and fatherly-sounding reply.
"Yes, Master." I obediently answered, adopting a more subdued and openly saddened tone.
When I asked my man if he'd enjoyed his lunch, he told me that he had, but made no mention of the little love note I'd scribbled on his napkin yesterday evening. I was disappointed at that, but then remembered the romantic lakeside talk we'd had on Sunday night.
I took heartfelt joy in knowing that he safeguarded those notes and took even more joy in the fact that he often read them.
I still wish he would've been more open about it, but then Nick had his own more subtle ways of expressing the genuine love he felt for me. His calling me just now was proof of that. He didn't really have anything to say or anything specific to tell me, but he still called home just to hear my voice and make sure everything was okay with me.
Nick was hard and sometimes really strict and authoritarian. But on the inside, I knew he had a heart of gold.
"Oh yeah, before I forget, Zack and I spoke about Jeremy's first lesson with you. He was thinking of dropping Jeremy off at our place on Wednesday or Thursday, but he's gonna do so on Friday morning instead." Nick went on. "He'll drop him over before leaving for work and then swing by our place for supper after his hockey practice."
"That sounds great, Sir. Are you still finishing work at noon this Friday?"
"Yeah, but I'll have a few errands to run and then I'll most likely wanna get my workout done. I'll be home most of the afternoon, but you boys will pretty much have the day to yourselves." he explained, before finally telling me that his lunch break was coming to an end and ordering me to keep the collar on.
"Yes, Daddy." I submissively replied.
"Alright, babe. Behave yourself now."
"I will, Daddy. I love you."
"I love you too, babe. I'll see you when I get home."
Our noontime conversation ended and I soon found myself pacing about the place and wondering how to pass the time.
It was too rainy to do any yard work, the place was already as tidy as can be, the early supper preparations were already made and I had no chores left to keep me occupied. I paced around, feeling increasingly guilty about the fact that my man was working his butt off. I'd shared those concerns with him a few weeks back but he had been very insistent about his expectations of me. As long as my chores were done, as long as the place was tidy and as long as the supper was ready at a reasonable time, I had free reign to do as I pleased.
I normally wasn't one for watching TV or sitting in front of a screen during the day, but I eventually found myself sitting on the living room couch and going through the endless supply of Netflix content in order to find a little something to help pass the time.
I was still sitting on the couch and browsing through all the available streaming options when a text from Josh suddenly caused my phone to vibrate.
As soon as I saw the names Nathan, Joey and Chris on my screen, I tossed my phone aside, lay down on the leather couch I was sitting on, closed my eyes and began jerking off through my gym shorts. I needed to bust a nut and was past the point of being able to wait any longer.
While the idea of going along with Josh's plan left me feeling somewhat ambivalent and conflicted, the prospect of getting up close and personal with Chris, Joey and that other college bloke I hadn't met yet, was understandably quite alluring.
Nick had hinted at a possible release for me tonight. But that was before I'd told him about my little mishap with the collar just a short hour ago. I had no idea how, or rather what his discipline would involve, but I couldn't run the risk of spending another night in that damnable curfew sack without getting the climax I so badly needed.
This was gonna happen whether he wanted to or not.
Besides, I'd never received orders prohibiting me from jerking off.
And more importantly, who was gonna tell him?
You should've seen the speed at which I sprinted down the stairs and made it to the workshop garage.
My socked soles carried me over to the large selection of tapes hanging from the wall, and I hungrily scanned each and every one of them, allowing my fingers to brush the different adhesives and bringing some of the more attractive rolls to my nostrils for a sniff.
That four-inch wide roll of dark green tape I'd previously used on Jeremy's mouth was tantalizing to look at. But then I remembered how fuckin' awful it had been when the time came to peel it off and wisely left it on the wall rack in favour of something less extreme.
Finally picking up a roll of my man's extra-wide black gorilla tape, I excitedly ran back up the stairs and began the gagging process by stuffing my own mouth up with a pair of clean ankle socks. I pressed the heavy-duty tape against the back of my neck before slowly pulling it all the way across the front of my face and back again.
Four revolutions were spun around my face and head, the impressive width of them easily cupping the bottom of my chin up and acting as a sort of makeshift muzzle-gag.
The tent in my loose-fitting running shorts was quite literally throbbing with envy by that point. I jerked it off for about a minute, admired my amply tapegagged face in the washroom mirror, and then swiftly set a course towards the large entryway closet.
Nick's dreaded work boots were understandably missing, but his giant police boots were there and so were those godawful basketball shoes he always wore.
The stench that assaulted me as soon as the closet door slid open nearly had me taking a step back and thinking twice about what I was doing. I knew what I wanted though, and so did the raging serpent leaking precum in my running shorts.
For a moment, I actually considered giving my boyfriend's morbidly decrepit basketball shoes a whiff, but then a quick glance at their downright rotten-looking maws convinced me to steer clear of them. I wanted to jerk off to something smelly, not fuckin' choke on my gag and suffocate.
Those enormous police boots of his would do the trick. They were quite honestly too strong-smelling for me, but I actually got a major kick from the fact that the powerful reek spilling out of them was a result of Nick's father. I normally wouldn't have been turned on by a guy nearing his 50s, but Officer Hoffmann was a rare exception to that rule and was undoubtedly one of the hottest men I'd had the privilege of laying eyes on.
I'd seen photos of him taken in the late 90s, and the resemblance to his son was quite frankly striking. Nick was a younger version of his dad, and that somehow made those big stinking boots of his exponentially hotter.
And so my decision was made. I grabbed my towering boyfriend's giant left police boot, marched all the way over to the living room, plopped myself down on the leather couch and happily started wanking.
At first, I was quite content with just jerking off and taking an occasional whiff of Nick's boot through my willingly receptive passageways. But as the blood came rushing to my crotch and as the images flooding my mind became hornier and more vivid, so too did the need to lie down and press the reeking boot down over my gagged face. Pretty soon, I had the near-entirety of my head swallowed up inside its putrid maw and was jerking off with a vengeance to the stench of Officer Hoffmann's foot odour.
The mix of leather, cheese and vinegar dizzied my senses and made me nauseous and lightheaded, but I was too horny to care and too turned-on to pull away.
That's when it happened.
The tingling in my groin, the crisping of my toes and the telltale build-up of tension in my body.
Images flashed through my head. Images of Nick mostly, but also images of those other guys I'd recently had fun with.
I remembered the mummification ordeal from just a few days ago. Remembered Kyle's zeal in taping me up, remembered Shawn and Chris holding me down with their huge muscular arms and remembered Joey ordering me to be quiet.
I saw an unwilling Big Mike being called upon, and then remembered him begrudgingly clamping his ginormous hand atop my face. I remembered how oblivious he was to the trouble his handgag was causing me. I recalled the rush I felt while struggling for air from beneath his palm and then remembered ejaculating into my rapidly tightening duct tape mummy without him or any of his fellow college jocks realising it.
I saw Shawn sitting on his computer chair; his huge hulking body and his massive underwear-clad bulge on full display. I saw him just sitting there, gaming in silence and remembered having my face trapped beneath his colossal feet and having my nose smothered between his reeking fat toes. I remembered sucking on them, remembered eyeing his huge hairy thighs and remembered enduring the stench of his powerful farts.
An image of Josh suddenly replaced that of Shawn's, and then I recalled wrestling with him in his bedroom; his naked cock smearing precum all over my face and stomach. I remembered the night spent in his bed, remembered the cheesy reek of his shoes and the lengthy edging session he'd given me.
I thought about those text messages he'd sent me and tried imagining what it would be like to rim Chris and Joey.
I brought up the mental images of their respective faces and focused on the recent memory of their smoking hot bodies.
I could see them. The images were hazy, but I could see them almost as though they were standing right there in front of me.
Then I remembered Kyle. Remembered him looking down at me with that incredibly smug cocky expression of his and remembered him sitting his huge bums down on top of my protesting face. I remembered the sweatiness of his crack, the taste of his ass, the smell of his hole...everything.
I even saw Phil. Saw his stupid face smirking triumphantly over my heavily mummified and tapegagged form. Saw him rub his sickeningly putrid socked soles over my nose and then remembered him squatting down over my face and tormenting me with those godawful farts of his.
My mind instinctively focused on a more pleasant image: that of Zack.
I saw him, Nick and myself...all three of us in the dome-shaped tent, straddling Jeremy's tightly sleepsacked body. I pictured the insane buffness of Zack's body, the hot smile on his face, the extreme girth of his thighs and the positively freakish size and curvature of his arousal.
I remembered him sitting on Jeremy's gagged face; laughing, cheering and tickling the poor lad. Then I saw my own hand tentatively reach between the mighty man's thighs, remembered the surprised yelp he let out when I tickled the underside of his nutsack, and recalled the massive fart he accidentally let rip as a result of that.
I could see it all so clearly, could visualise it as though I was actually in the tent and reliving that moment.
I focused on Jeremy's sleepsacked form, remembered the heart-wrenching scream he let out upon sniffing his warrior's foul gas.
Then I saw Zack again. Saw the giant rope of semen as it launched itself toward my face, and remembered the sting of it as it caught me right in the eye. I remembered attempting to cry out in surprise, remembered opening my mouth to protest and remembered getting my throat flooded by not one, but three giant ropes of fertile Zack seed.
The mental imagery suddenly stopped, and then the figurative floodgates of sexual tension tore open.
I moaned in my gag, inhaled the overpowering stench of Officer Hoffmann's mighty police boot, arched my hips up and fired.
Squirt after squirt of steaming hot liquid blasted out of my hard-on; coating the inside of my running shorts and making my undies all sticky. I heaved labouriously, tore the reeking boot away from my face and pulled my cum-covered hand up from the waistband of my boxers.
I must've spent a good ten minutes just lying there; resting, heaving, recovering from the momentous release I'd experienced.
I felt weak, fatigued and drained. My member was sore from having being played with all morning, and all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and doze off for a quick nap by that point.
Little did I know I'd later come to regret the explosive orgasm I'd given myself.
For the time being, however, I was quite understandably satisfied.
BOUND & GAGGED CHAPTER INDEX
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A "CLICK-TO-READ" LIST OF CHAPTERS DESIGNED TO MAKE FINDING SPECIFIC SCENES A LOT EASIER
The fact that he is knowingly turned on already by Nick's dad via the boots is interesting in itself, and peaks my curiosity on what that all means... 
