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Well considering only 1 of those Jocks could have easily outmaneuvered little Steven, having 3 of them to manhandle him into submission is a large overkill....which I love
Brilliantly depicted, and seeing Steven's reaction to how he was getting removed from the game, and nicely tucked away is awesome.
Now I am kind of really hoping Ryan pays Steven a little visit
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Awesome poll results! It looks like the only two not getting any votes are Chris, who hasn't been showcased at all yet, and Jeremy, who doesn't wield much power or influence. Arguably less so that Steven and Ethan. I think what surprises me most about these results is the incredible vote split. I didn't expect it to be that spread out. Next chapter is right around the corner. Stay tuned!
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THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE THE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL STORY
As soon as the dreaded plug came into view I moaned into Bob's smothering palm and resumed struggling against my sack. I loathed the bulb with every fibre of my being and didn't want the hated thing going anywhere near my mouth. Unfortunately, Zack had other plans, and his burly henchmen didn't appear the least bit moved by my spirited opposition.
"Mnnnnpph!" I instinctively cried out, trying to warn my husband and eyeing the approaching bulb with wide-eyed fear.
Had Zack been alone at the time, I would've undoubtedly been allowed to retain a modicum of dignity. And by that I mean he would've skillfully coerced me into seeing the wisdom of surrendering, while at the same time allowing me the dignity of feeling as though I'd acquiesced to him on my own terms. Zack always got his way, even if his route to getting there was quite different from say...Bob's.
In any case, there would be no begging or pleading with anyone that night. As soon as the dreaded plug made its approach, the two senior assailants immediately sprung into action; Bob forcing my mouth open by digging his gloved digits into my cheeks and Mitch holding my head down and apparently getting a big thrill out of pinching my nostrils shut.
I let out one final desperate call for help when Zack's grinning face loomed directly above mine. And then the rubber bulb made its merciless descent; squeezing past my lips and teeth before finally forcing its way into my unwilling cavity.
"Mmhnnoo! I don't want the bmmpphhh..."
"Yeah, there we go. Suck on that big fat pacifier." Mitch condescendingly chortled, laughing at the sight of me being cut off and speaking of me as though I were an infant in the process of throwing a tantrum.
Zack was still in the process of pushing the dreaded bulb into my mouth when burly Bob impatiently forced my head up and began buckling the gag real tight around the back of my neck. Andrew's dad, by contrast, betrayed unending amusement at the spectacle of my forceful gagging. He'd obviously never used such a gag before, but it didn't take the handsy fire marshal very long to figure out what the rubber bladder attached to the panel covering my lips was for.
He reached out for it, almost tentatively at first. He held the bladder up inside his huge hand, looked at it for a brief moment and then gave the thing a squeeze; immediately sending air rushing into the plug and causing my "pacifier" - as he so eloquently called it - to swell up and expand inside my mouth.
*PSSHHHT*
I shook my head and cried out when the brawny dilf gave the bladder a second squeeze, but that only had for effect of exciting him even further and causing the room to fill up with his deep, maniacal laughter.
"Uggghmmph!"
"MUAHAHAHA!"
With the straps being tightened around the back of my head and the gag being inflated inside my mouth, I instinctively cried out to Zack - who I perhaps wrongly perceived as being the most merciful of my three captors - and tried begging him for mercy. The brown-haired paladin-hunk, however, merely chuckled in amusement; rubbing my scalp affectionately and hushing me down, even as the overjoyed fire marshal gave the bladder a third, fourth and fifth squeeze.
*PSSHHHT*
*PSSHHHT*
*PSSHHHT*
Mitch was having the time of his life. He was virtually mesmerised by the gag and didn't exactly go out of his way to hide it. As for me, well, I just couldn't believe it. There they were, using my own husband's gag-of-choice; not just as a means of keeping me quiet, but also as a means of preventing me from warning him of their treachery. This was infuriating!
Mitch gave the pump another squeeze before finally letting it go; the puffing of my cheeks and the increasingly muffled and desperate-sounding nature of my pleas no doubt alerting him to the fact that I was very well and thoroughly gagged. The handsy fire marshal obviously did not want me getting a call for help out.
As soon as the bladder was released, Zack unscrewed it from the front of my gag and returned it to the dresser where Nick and I kept most of our belongings.
"There. Much better. Nick's little tyrant-prince won't be bothering us now, I bet." Bob approvingly chuckled, placing a gloved hand on my head and appearing quite satisfied with my newly imposed silence.
"Yeah, little Hitler won't be plotting any more conquests tonight, won't he? Hahaha." Mitch teased, pinching my nose shut a few times and nearly suffocating me into unconsciousness before mercilessly digging his giant fingers into my sides and giving my darlex-clad erection a few successive tugs.
Zack chuckled from afar, but he too ended up digging his fingers into my stomach and even tickling the vulnerable underside of my undefended soles for a bit.
I practically shot my load when Shawn's giant boxers made a brief but unexpected return over my gagged face and the sound of a quick fart - which could've come from any one of them - momentarily thundered above the incessant cackling.
Josh also became the target of some unwanted attention, but much to my own mounting horror and despair, the room stank so strongly of Nick's mind-bogglingly lethal foot odour that the three behemoths quickly opted to scurry away, leaving my friend and I to our respective fates.
In truth, the stench that permeated the air was so severe and so outrageously debilitating that the thought of being left like this had me in a veritable panic. I screamed and called out to my three captors as they left the reeking bedroom, partly in opposition of my sacked state, but mostly out of genuine fear.
Bob, Mitch or Zack didn't bother deciphering the meaning behind my hopelessly garbled protests, nor did they bother trying to understand my muffled attempts at begging them to stash Nick's boots away. They just laughed, coughed on the smell and rapidly filed out of the putrescent bedroom, leaving Josh and I alone and unattended with the blond leviathan's eye-wateringly putrid boots.
Suffice it to say, the next hour or so proved torturous to the extreme. Not only did my beefy blond husband not come looking for me after his lengthy recess on the porcelain throne, but he was probably too deep in the throes of the board game to care about my absence. Either that or he was simply satisfied with the assurance that I'd been sacked and tucked in for the night. Knowing him, it was probably a mix of both.
Nick was a very proud guy, and although he wasn't proud to the point of not recognising my strengths, teasing him about his own reliance on my strategic council would've been a surefire way of getting him to ditch me in favour of proving his own ability to orchestrate a military victory.
And so, while my jumbo-limbed consort stubbornly struggled against the combined armies of Bob, Mitch, Zack and Shawn and undoubtedly suffered a number of defeats as a result of my absence, I just lay there; struggling inside the infuriating curfew sack, crying out for help beneath the infernally muffling plug-gag, and quite literally choking on the eye-wateringly nuclear stench wafting out of his big fuming police boots.
My boner throbbed and trembled as I desperately fought to reach it. The sound of my own inability to get a call for help past the inflated pacifier-gag combined with the distressingly potent reek filtering up into my sniff-holes nearly drove me over the edge. But more than anything else, it was the sound of Joshua's gagged screaming and the violent coughs that inevitably followed his laboured sniffs that had me leaking inside the skintight curfew sack.
He sniffed, coughed, screamed, gagged, and then sniffed again; his mental constitution and self-control melting down into primal desperation as he helplessly lay there, drawing major whiffs directly out of my infamously foul-footed husband's downright puke-inducing police boot. A fate I had deliberately imposed upon him.
*HFF. KKKFFFF.*
"Uggh!"
KFFF. HHFF*
"Uggghm!"
*KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF. KFF*
"Uggghmmph!" the poor lad repeatedly cried out, coughing uncontrollably into his gas mask and gagging on the blond behemoth's foot odour, over and over and over again.
I screamed beneath my muffling bulb gag, hoping to somehow calm my panicked friend or at the very least alert him to the fact that he wasn't alone. You know what they say, right? Misery loves company. Unfortunately for Josh, the monstrous amount of loft surrounding his gagged face and head prevented him from hearing even my most vehement protests.
He remained oblivious to my presence. And no matter how much I struggled or felt sorry, I just couldn't do anything to release him from his predicament and couldn't do a thing to relieve him of my husband's putrid footwear.
I still remember being angry at Nick, repeatedly shaking my own head 'no' and going cross-eyed from the smell. I was angry with him; angry to be in his stupid curfew sack, angry that I had his downright massive pacifier-gag plugging up my mouth, and angry at just how vile and horrendously torturous those freakishly gargantuan police boots of his smelled.
Being at a loss for what else to do and not being able to handle another second of my fat-bummed husband's derangingly potent foot odour, I managed - with some difficulty - to roll my sleepsacked form over on my stomach and bury my gagged face inside one of the bed's lofty pillows.
I breathed in, flaring my nostrils inside it. The distinctive scent that flowed up my hungry airways was instantly recognisable. This was Master Shawn's pillow. No doubt about it.
I sniffed again, taking in another deep whiff and using the pleasantly earthy loft to shield myself from my husband's unbearable footwear. I remember humping the bed for a bit, desperately trying to provoke an ejaculation - which in hindsight would've probably made my plight even more torturous and frustrating. When finally, a set of approaching footsteps drew near, I stopped my mindless struggling and raised my head up out of Shawn's smelly pillow.
My saviour - or rather, who I thought would be my saviour - stepped in.
Much to my own increasing despair, it was none other than the devil himself. Devil Jeremy!
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Certainly loved this chapter sir @bondagefreak . While I was reading, it felt that it as if I was watching the whole scene and how I wish I was in the room to smell those police boots. Lol, excited what kind of chaos Jeremy would be bringing.
Great description of Steven's gagging and how Mitch enjoyed doing it. Especially liked how Steven saw a break from the foot stench via Shawn's smelly pillow....
Now, that Jeremy.....I know Steven is thinking "aw F@#$k", and he is wondering no doubt that Jeremy is going to have fun/revenge at his own expense..... Well we are going to settle in and enjoy the ride.....
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Hahaha poor Steven having to endure these guys shutting hin up. Now Jeremy is back and more then likely upto more mischief! I will continue laughing at this side of him but I kid you not, I can't wait until the day when/if Steven and Ethan repay him for this
Four new votes in the span of just a few days! Outstanding.
This vote spreading is pretty insane, the only outlier being Chris who - although being well-liked in B&G - hasn't had much screentime (yet) on this adventure. Everyone else has at least one vote under their belt. Awesome!
As surprised as I am about the brave souls who would attempt to garner Nick's favour, I think what's even more surprising is the support for Corey. Hopefully, my pro-Corey argument hasn't skewed the vote too much.
OrdinaryWorld wrote: 1 year agoFeel it would be very fun once this poll is over if you described how hard sucking up to each guy would be, how it would go, and the different risks/payoffs!
Yeah, I've actually thought about that and may take you up on your offer. We'll see.
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Welcome to the adventure, mate! I had no idea you were following this.
Honoured to have you join us
UPDATE: A 5th new vote just added itself to the tally.
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Mitch's first time playing with the inflatable gag and calling it his pacifier was pretty funny. Sorry Steven, it goes in and pumped up to be nice and quiet. Now stay in your sack and go to bed while being horny. But Jeremy coming in now, even more trouble. But I can't wait to see Ethan and Steven getting revenge on this twerp.
Red86 wrote: 11 months ago
Hahaha poor Steven having to endure these guys shutting hin up. Now Jeremy is back and more then likely upto more mischief! I will continue laughing at this side of him but I kid you not, I can't wait until the day when/if Steven and Ethan repay him for this
ahem...me too, can't agree more! Jeremy has it coming to him....like ok Brad was likely un-bearable, but Jeremy is seriously twisted if at any moment he is ready to pounce on his friends/fellow subs....dunno had to say that ...I stand back Anyone else feel this? I would love for Steven and Ethan to pounce on Jeremy. with master's socks....jeez....it's almost as bad as dare I say....Phil? #$###$@ ok ok settling down now
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As much as I don't like the plug gag, Mitch's reaction to it was adorable!
And at least Shawn's briefs were put to good use covering up for our mystery farter
Considering Steven's last encounter with Jeremy, he might be in danger once again! I also wonder if Ryan may make an appearance and dish out a punishment like Steven did to Josh
Love the idea that the items Nick usually uses to subdue Steven are still being used to subdue him but now have the added effect of preventing him from alerting Nick to his plight. I guess we knew Nick wasn't going to come to the rescue.
It's so nice to have Steven and Josh back bound and gagged together and I love that Steven is still taking pleasure in Josh's plight despite his own predicament. I'm sure Jeremy's appearance will be completely innocent.
Mitch was so adorable with the inflatable gag!
A pup is for life but especially for bondage so get out the sleepsack and muzzle.
Thanks for all the comments, guys! I've been away from home and on a trip for the past week, but it looks like the forum has been pretty quiet. I don't seem to have missed too much. In any case, I hope you guys are all caught up on this tale. Will be picking up where we last left off. Looking forward to getting the next chapter published. Cheers!
I said Ryan, he is exactly my type and I would love to be pinned and abused by him. Brad was a close second just for the pure sadist he can be. That would lead to some interesting moments!
I think Shawn does wrestling? if so, it's him that I really want, but I wouldn't have much fun fighting for a bit, he would turn me around like an old sock.
second choice Andrew, as a big brother he will certainly be more pleasant to fight, he will above all be more equal and will like to humiliate me if he beats me.
third choice if I want to win it would largely be Jeremy, although I could lose too