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THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE THE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL STORY
The instant my freckle-faced friend emerged into the reeking bedroom, I knew that I was fucked. I cried out and struggled, more in desperation than anything else. I normally would've laughed at the sight of him crinkling his nose up and gagging on the strong stench that permeated the bedroom, but this time I wasn't laughing. I knew my friend well enough to know he'd take advantage of my helplessness and I genuinely dreaded the prospect of being left alone at his tender mercies for a second time that day. Especially with such a large and debilitating gag inside my mouth.
This was bad, I knew. Really, really bad.
"Oh my god! What the fuck is that smell?!" the emerald-eyed devil cried out, covering his face with one hand and eyeing Nick's boot - the one not attached to Joshua's breathing tube - with a look of utter horror and clear disdain.
I watched as he noticed the heavily bagged and stretcher-bound birthday boy's unfortunate plight and watched as he cackled in audible amusement. Weary of his approach and wanting at all costs to keep my distance from his sadistic antics, I struggled against the maddening curfew sack's tyrannical embrace as the crafty menace drew closer to my bed.
Jeremy sat down on the edge of the mattress and tentatively ran his hand across my darlex-clad back. He spun me over on my back, forcing my face out of Shawn's earthy pillow and forcing me to gaze up at the unadorned ceiling. I cried out again, partly due to the sensation of nimble fingers tickling the underside of my engorged boner, but also due to the mind-bogglingly rotten stench wafting up my unprotected nostrils.
"Mmrrrgghhh!"
"Man, you're really happy to be in there, aren't you?" he teased, wrapping his fingers around my darlex-covered shaft and giving it a series of successive tugs.
"Mmmpphh mgggphh phggmph!"
"Haha, yeah. I bet you are." he smirked, causing me to furrow my brow and shake my head in unspoken frustration.
"Aw, poor Stevie. All sacked up and helpless. Don't worry. I know exactly how this must feel. There's nothing worse than having an angry boner and not being able to do anything about it. I might be able to give you a helping hand though." he winked, inciting me to once again shake my head and growl some unintelligible protest.
Jeremy merely chuckled and ignored my muffled opposition. He tickled the outline of my throbbing shaft, traced his fingers around my chest and stomach and fought to keep me on my back even as I vehemently struggled to turn around and plunge my face back into the protective embrace of Master Shawn's strong-smelling pillow.
In all seriousness, the bedroom stank so strongly of Nick's boots that I actually thought I was going to puke and choke on my own vomit. It took a while for the crafty devil to understand what I was trying to do, but instead of sympathising with my plight and allowing me to bury my face in Shawn's pillow, he kept me on my back and pressed on with his attack.
"Ooh. Trying to get away, are we?" he laughed, grinning rather cruelly and giving my hard boner a few teasing tugs.
When finally, he stepped away from the bed, I spun around on my stomach and plunged my face into Master Shawn's big fat pillow. I sniffed, filling my lungs with the blond behemoth's earthy musk and letting out a heavily muffled sigh of relief as I did so. "Mmmpphhhh..." This was miles better than having to endure the stench of my own husband's diseased footwear!
Alas, my respite was short-lived. Jeremy laughed from afar upon noticing my attempts to escape Nick's torturous foot odour. He rummaged not only in my husband's dresser but also in Zack's before once again approaching the bed; this time with my dreaded gag's rubber bladder in one hand and one of Zack's huge-ass vibrating wands in the other.
I screamed, but my efforts to get away and resist proved to no avail. In less than five seconds, Jeremy had me facing the ceiling and lying on my back again. "Hold still." he impatiently scolded, as he tried aligning the rubber bladder over the fat panel covering my mouth. Being uncertain as to whether he would deflate or further inflate my gag, I fought him; twisting my body around and flailing my head from side to side. The dweeb - who had actually grown to be a tad bit taller than I was - ended up positioning himself behind my head, sitting on his heels and using his own thighs and knees to prevent me from moving my head around.
"Haha! Gotcha. You squirmy little fuck." he teased, as he screwed the rubber bladder to the front of my gag. "I'm gonna give you a helping hand and relieve you of your woody, but I need to take extra precautions in case you decide to get noisy." he added, before giving the bladder a quick squeeze and reminding me of the fact that turning on my stomach would be ill-advised while the bladder remained attached to my gag. Doing so would inevitably result in more air being pumped inside the already bulbous mouth plug.
"Mrrrhhhhggh!" I angrily screamed, shaking my head 'no' and cursing at him from beneath my now unbearably fat gag.
The thing was so bloated that I feared another pump would crush my tongue or even dislocate my jaw. Still, Jeremy uncaringly chuckled; laying down sideways next to my tightly sacked form and tickling the underside of my erection again before repeatedly pinching my nostrils shut a few times, if only to further emphasise just how utterly helpless I was.
I struggled to breathe, the sound of air rushing into my nostrils even as the emerald-eyed devil cursed the sickening stench of Nick's police boots and lamented the torturous smell that dominated the bedroom - the same hellishly putrid smell I was being forced to breathe in and sniff up.
"Hey, you wanna see what Ethan is up to?" he excitedly asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket and swiping his fingers across the screen. Phones weren't of much use anymore, but we'd grown so accustomed to them in the years prior to the Great Disaster that we kept them around and used them as cameras and media storage devices - mementoes of our past lives.
Jeremy ended up showing me a somewhat shaky video he'd shot in the living room just a few minutes ago.
My boner throbbed with increasing fury as I locked eyes on the screen and saw Ethan's vehemently struggling and unbelievably hogtied frame. His underwear-gagged face was no longer visible. The entirety of it, from his chin right up to his forehead, was now swallowed deep into the torturously putrid maw of one of his own beefy dad's nightmarishly rotten trainers - trapped in there via numerous revolutions of super sticky athletic tape.
The sound of Ethan's laboured sniffs and panicked coughs couldn't be heard above the fire marshal's raucous laughter and the tumultuous banter that dominated the living room. But his distress was made plainly obvious by the curling of his socked toes, the desperate flailing of his bound hands and the uncontrollable shaking of his head.
The poor lad writhed and convulsed with the same sense of urgency as Josh was; both of them fighting to retain some modicum of sanity and struggling against the urge to puke their brains out. Ethan, choking on his own dad's infamously torturous foot odour, and Joshua, choking on my own husband's.
My own fate was dire, but I didn't even wanna begin to fathom what the two of them were going through.
"You like that?" Jeremy, chuckled, rubbing the underside of my very much erect darlex-clad arousal and playing the video for me a second time.
The emerald-eyed devil browsed through his phone again before showing me more content. As I would soon come to find out, he was quite the eager filmographer.
"Oh, you're really gonna like this one. I took this while you were in the shower a couple of hours ago." he announced, hovering his phone over my gagged face so I could look up at the screen.
I watched as the self-appointed videographer - Jeremy - reached into an overflowing laundry hamper and fished out a massive pair of crumpled-up white briefs. The recording shook for a bit before finally zooming in on the heavily worn briefs; the thin polyester material and the noticeable skid marks instantly marking them as Mitch's colossal boxers.
I watched as the makeshift filmographer chuckled off-screen and silently marched away from the hamper and into Andrew & Mike's bedroom - the same one Ethan and I had spent all afternoon in.
Raucous banter immediately filled the room as Jeremy stepped into the slightly gaping doorway. The massive pair of undies were turned inside out and handed over to one of the room's occupants. Booming laughter once again flooded the recording before an immensely large and calloused hand reached out to eagerly grab the dirty cloth.
The video shook and went dark for a few seconds, our intrepid filmographer no doubt having struggled to find a proper vantage point from which to film the ensuing chaos. When finally the image cleared out, Ethan's very heavily bound form came into view and the video zoomed in on his face. Tumultuous laughter filled the room as Mitch very assertively used his huge fingers to feed his own shart-stained polyester briefs into the helpless prisoner's bulging orifice.
Ethan's lips struggled to accommodate the freakishly thick-thighed fire marshal's infamously strong-smelling boxers, but even so, the gargantuan cloth was ruthlessly pushed in and the collective laughter did not abate. I just couldn't believe it. Mitch was quite literally forcing Ethan to eat and wash his dirty boxers!
Jeremy ended up showing me the four-minute video two more times and tugging on my unreachable boner during pretty much the entire third showing before pulling his hands away and browsing on his phone anew.
I struggled against my sack, more in a desperate attempt to reach my own throbbing erection than anything else, but my captor merely snickered and kept on browsing through his phone.
"Yeah, being in my sack sucks, doesn't it?" he teased, putting his phone down and referring to the fact that the curfew sack I was in was originally his own. Of course, Jeremy was of modest height and possessed the same slim-athletic build as when I'd met him three years ago. But having outgrown me by about an inch over the course of the past year or so, his curfew sack - which was already overly tight on him before his little growth spurt - had grown even tighter. Perhaps unreasonably so.
Nick and Zack had recently enforced the swapping of our sacks. This was done without my consent and entirely for Jeremy's benefit. It made sense that he would get the larger sack of the two, even though Nick had it custom-built for me and had slightly falsified my weight, height and body dimensions to further guarantee a seriously tight and inescapable fit. And so, Jeremy was afforded the benefit of having a slightly more accommodating - but still tighter than optimal - sack, while I was inevitably left to cope with his even more restrictive one.
I somehow got the distinct feeling that my friend genuinely enjoyed seeing me helpless in what used to be his sack.
"It's tight, isn't it?" he teased, running his fingers across my abdomen, tickling my erection and flicking my nipples for a bit. I groaned beneath the downright disabling plug, but the lad paid my protests no heed as I struggled and failed to get some semblance of an answer out.
"Haha! Looks like our friend isn't enjoying himself too much." my sadistic captor at one point remarked, turning his head around to glance Joshua's way, who, as it turns out, was vehemently choking on the inexplicably eyewatering stench that festered within my beefy blond husband's big fuming police boot.
An expression of wide-eyed apprehension instantly overtook my face when the devilish dweeb finally reached out to grab Zack's giant, heavy-duty vibrating wand. A mischievous smile instantly spread across Jeremy's lips as the powerful wand noisily buzzed to life. I shook my head 'no' and groaned beneath my hefty gag, but the crafty menace simply chuckled and ignored me.
*BVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV*
The immensely bulbous vibrating nob was pressed atop my chest and then slowly made its way down to my abdomen and thighs before closing in on my defenceless crotch. Jeremy spent quite a bit of time teasing me, running the powerful vibrator head around the outline of my throbbing erection and even pinching my nostrils shut a few times while he did so.
I was powerless to do anything as he slipped one of his own musty trainers off and clamped its steamy maw down atop my face.
"Here. Sniff that." he chuckled, causing me to lament this unsolicited torment and groan beneath my gag.
I initially shot daggers at him with my eyes before finally narrowing my angry gaze on the sickeningly warm skate shoe he had so assertively clamped over my face. The act of sniffing it was quite humiliating as far as torments went, but even though the mustiness trapped within could hardly be qualified as pleasant, it was infinitely less offensive than the downright putrid funk spilling out of my husband's enormous police boots. And so I sniffed, drawing in major whiffs from out of my not-so-benevolent captor's stinky old skate shoe.
My temporary respite - if you can even call it that - came to a rather abrupt end when Jeremy slipped his own shoe back on and rose up from the bed. He walked over towards the doorway, poked his head outside as if wanting to make sure the guys were still deep in the throes of the boardgame-themed festivities, and then slowly crept back towards my sleepsacked form. Albeit, not before noticing Joshua's crummy trainers and Shawn's truly gargantuan boxers - which he, frustratingly enough, mistook as my own husband's.
I moaned when the devious devil unzipped the sleepsack's crotch zip, pulled my swollen nutsack and throbbing erection out and brought the vibrator down atop the underside of my engorged shaft.
*BVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV*
Unparalleled ecstasy washed over me when the raunchy maw of Joshua's sweltering trainer was forced over my face. I drew deep whiffs right out of it; struggling to get away while at the same time bucking my hips up into the vibrating powerhead.
The reeking chasm that was Joshua's stinking sneaker left my face after a few minutes, only to be replaced with one of Jeremy's musty trainers. Suffice it to say, I was quite literally on the cusp of firing my load when the crummy shoe was pulled away and Shawn's crumpled boxers unceremoniously came to the fore.
I screamed, losing all measure of self-control and going batshit crazy as my friend-turned-tormentor tried clamping the colossal wad of fabric over my understandably terrified face.
"Nmmmpphh! Mgghh mpphh phhgg mpphh!" I screamed over and over again, articulating wildly beneath the fat plug gag in a desperate attempt to let him know those weren't Nick's boxers.
"Haha! Shhhh. Yeah. There we go. Sniff your husband's big smelly balls and butthole." he snickered, forcing the suffocatingly strong-smelling crotch & bum-scented ball of cloth over my hopelessly well plug gagged face.
I ended up being forced to shoot my load, not to the strong stink of Joshua's shoes or to the putrid funk of my lover's footwear, but to the smothering embrace of Master Shawn's downright colossal, bum-scented boxers.
What felt like a massive climax only resulted in a modest amount of semen squirting out from my rigid appendage; a testament to the two much more generous ejaculations the green-eyed devil had forced out of me - and Ethan - earlier that day.
Jeremy lost no time in tossing Shawn's supremely raunchy boxers down to the floor and pulling a conveniently concealed wad of toilet paper from out of his own pocket. He wiped the surface of my darlex-covered abdomen clean, tucked my semi-flaccid erection back into the tight curfew sack, hid the powerful vibrating wand inside the drawer from whence it had been fished out and swiftly exited the bedroom after pinching my nostrils shut a few times and ruffling my hair up.
"Three loads in one day. Not bad!" he chuckled, before finally wishing Josh and I good luck surviving Nick's boots and leaving us to our respective fates. I yelled for him to come back, only to find myself desperately cursing beneath the debilitating pacifier-plug.
In his eagerness to depart, the young man had neglected to remove the bladder that was attached to the front of my gag. It had either slipped his mind or been left there intentionally. Either way, I could no longer turn on my stomach and seek refuge inside Master Shawn's smelly pillow. Doing so would compress the bladder and send yet more air into my already massive plug.
And so, Jeremy's oversight had the unfortunate effect of leaving me in a most dire situation. There would be no escaping Nick's boots now, I knew. No way of protecting myself from his eyewateringly putrid fumes. I was doomed.
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Well Jeremy is a little punk to enjoy tormenting poor Steven and getting some good fun in. But poor Ethan having to endure his father's rancid trainers while still under the table. That was a great chapter, but this may be troublesome. The bladder still in his gag, if the others saw it they may get suspicious of why it's still attached to his gag. I wonder if that will lead to the downfall of Jeremy's cocky night. Still, great chapter @bondagefreak
Well there you have it....Jeremy the little shit strikes again....
Wrongly do I say 'little', apparently he is taller than Steven now.....Loved how this is depicted a few times in the chapter and even more emphasized with the swapping ownership of sleep sacks..... this is telling and I think maybe humiliating to Steven as he is now the smaller dude...
Great how Jeremy used many items at his disposal to torment Steven....And his like of breath control is kind of HOT
Now that Jeremy is taller than Steven, does that change the pecking order within Subland? Nah me just being silly.
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I love just how much delight sadistic Jeremy is taking in the demise of his two friends. The idea of him taking videos of Ethan's extended ordeal (which Jeremy was the initial orchestrator of) so that he can show them to the bound and gagged Steven is brilliant.
I also love the idea that Steven and Jeremy have swapped sleepsacks due to Jeremy's continuing growth. Somehow I don't imagine they made it to the washing machine before ownership was changed! It's these little details that really help bring the story to life.
The final predicament is great with Steven now unable to turn over without inflating his already massive gag.
As for the current poll I think a wrestling match with Joshua would be quite fun. I don't think it would be a completely one sided match but when he finally won you know there'd be a great forfeit planned.
A pup is for life but especially for bondage so get out the sleepsack and muzzle.
Love the details about Ethan and mitches story!!! Omg I wish bob had a video camera he used during his punishments with his son and nephew! That’s super hot seeing the parts you know the narrator doesn’t know
Love the details about Ethan and mitches story!!! Omg I wish bob had a video camera he used during his punishments with his son and nephew! That’s super hot seeing the parts you know the narrator doesn’t know about
Pointing out the obvious, but Jeremy has quite a sadistic side to him that I didn’t know he had (going back to when we first met him in bound & gagged) He’s a little trouble maker isn’t he? Like how he takes advantage of his buddies Steven and Ethan after they’ve already been tied up. Makes it much easier for him to have fun at their expense. Despite the humiliation of being torture by the runt, at least he lets them shoot their loads and relieve some of that built up arousal. Wonder if he’ll end up getting caught in the act by the other Alphas at some point.
Poor Josh too lol! He’s still cooking in that monstrous bag while inhaling Nicks nasty boots! I wonder how much longer he can withstand being bound like that. I’d love to be in his place minus the boot smelling torture.
Starcomet wrote: 11 months ago
I mean all of the doms are big muscular guys I would love to wrestle. But Officer Bob I feel inclined to try and take down a peg...and fail .
Glad to see some of you enjoying Jeremy's evil antics and the video recording bits.
I'm releasing the next chapter earlier than expected. Stay tuned!
4toes wrote: 11 months ago
Really love how that ended when Stevie said he was doomed. How bad must Nick's boots be. Lol, how I wish there was already a way to transmit smell Looking forward for the next.
Sweet words. Shame I don't have the means to force you to back them up. Let's just say, if the smell of Nick's boots came as an attachment to this thread, this story would be deserted in a heartbeat
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THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE THE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL STORY
The next half hour or so proved arduous to the extreme. Probably even more so for Josh, who, unlike me, was stuck drawing whiffs directly out of my notoriously foul-footed husband's big fuming leather police boot.
Still, Josh's arguably direr fate was of little consolation to me at the time. As the minutes ticked by and my desperation grew more serious, so too did my anger towards the brawny leviathan who had so assertively taken me as his personal consort.
I could see him. In my mind, I mean. I could see him just sitting there, at the living room table; with his fat bums, huge thighs and stupidly thick arms. I could see him; singularly focused on winning the stupid board game and utterly oblivious to the fact that I was choking on the positively stomach-churning fumes wafting out of his godforsaken police boots.
I was stuck in his maddeningly infuriating curfew sack, with his big, stupid rubber bulb filling my mouth and keeping me quiet - his gag of choice for those occasions that warranted someone's enforced silencing.
The puke-inducing reek that filled the room and wafted up my defenceless nostrils was such that I genuinely grew angry and tried - repeatedly - fighting my brutish husband's fat plug; struggling like mad to get some sort of audible scream for help out. I grew even more furious upon recalling how Mitch had inflated the thing and ordered me to suck on what he'd so eloquently qualified as being my fat pacifier. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that's exactly what it was. A big, fat pacifier gag.
Alas, my vocal struggle was nothing more than a pointless endeavour. There could be no victory against my beefy husband's tyrannical mouth-plug. No workaround. No compromise. His gag allowed for no talking, just as his - or in this case, Zack's - sack allowed for no freedom.
Had it not been for the downright eyewatering stench of his feet, I could've lived with it.
But this wasn't hot or funny or even slightly arousing anymore. Quite the opposite. This was maddening!
I wanted out, and I wanted out now. "Mmmggghph!"
Much to Joshua's undoubtedly great relief, the end of the Monopoly game soon marked the arrival of his would-be rescuers. Rescuers who had no intention of releasing him from his outrageously fat stretcher-bound cocoon, but who at least saw fit to free his breathing nozzle from the indescribably putrid depths of my handsome husband's cavernous boot.
All three of them - Ryan, Andrew and Corey - took turns lamenting the overpowering stench that permeated the bedroom before quickly diverging into their respective traits and behavioural patterns.
Andrew was still wearing his long basketball shorts and trainers, but in light of the tardy hour and the fact that the guys were apparently ready to call it a night, I wasn't at all surprised to see the other two strutting in wearing nothing but their socks and undies.
In any case, the hairy-legged gamer paid me little heed, and aside from crinkling his attractive face at the sheer intensity of my husband's out-of-control foot odour, he focused most of his attention on tightening all the straps that kept Joshua's heavily sleeping bagged form bound to the stretcher.
He and his dad were both jumbo-soled, efficient and highly skilled at what they did, but personality-wise, it didn't take long for me to realise just how dissimilar the two of them were. Personality-wise, it seemed as though Mitch had a lot more in common with his younger son Ethan.
Master Corey was a different animal altogether. He professed some measure of pity for what Josh was being put through, while at the same time betraying poorly concealed amusement and no small measure of unspoken arousal. The shaggy-haired heartthrob was packing a serious monster down there, and it was sorta hard to miss the rather prominent bulging between his thighs every time someone happened to be tied up, restrained or gagged in his presence. Tonight was hardly different, what with the rather extreme bulging at the front of his very heavily distressed green boxers and all.
As for Master Ryan, he too professed sympathy for our plight, albeit in a far more deceptive, sly and two-faced manner. His words were kind and almost soothing as they spilt out of his shapely mouth. But the predatory smile he bore on his annoyingly perfect face betrayed their emptiness.
Ryan was a dangerous one for sure. Smart, calculating, seductive and sinister. In another life, if I had never met Nick, I could've fallen for that. Perhaps a little too easily for my own good.
The stud caressed my hair with his fingers, told me how perfectly delectable I looked and even pinched my nostrils shut a few times; apparently as a means of seeing whether the undefeatable plug gag was as airtight as it seemed. It was.
Even when the burning of my lungs became manifest, I remained quiet and made sure not to object. I couldn't. I didn't want to.
The silver-tongued, jockstrap-clad stallion slowly rose up from the bed and calmly strode over towards Joshua's gurney-bound form; giving me an unmistakably privileged view of his heavy-looking front basket pouch, not to mention the very large and sizeable glory-globes that jutted out like mountains above his muscular thighs. In other words, perfection.
Though the reek of my husband's unfathomably revolting foot odour seemed to grow even more intense upon Joshua's breathing tube being freed of the boot, the ensuing spectacle proved enough of a distraction to temporarily amuse me.
As soon as Andrew freed the end of the bound birthday-boy's breathing tube and tossed the fuming boot down to the floor where it belonged - no doubt in preparation for Josh's transportation out of the bedroom - his far craftier and more conniving colleague found amusement in the blond captive's precarious predicament.
The cruellest and cockiest of smirks couldn't help but creep its way onto Master Ryan's face as he stood there, holding Joshua's undefendable breathing tube in one hand while at the same time clogging the end of it with the other.
Poor Josh convulsed in his frighteningly lightless, multi-layered sleeping bag cocoon. He let out a series of heavily muffled and very desperate-sounding screams upon realising that his ability to draw air had suddenly been cut off.
Staying true to his duty-driven self, Andrew instinctively reacted by going over the numerous stretcher straps again and tightening them off one at a time. Ryan merely bit his lower lip and grinned as Josh grew more desperate. Corey just watched; the now downright massive bulge at the front of his tremendously overworked boxers giving little doubt as to the disturbing size of his equipment.
The audible sound of rushing air noisily filled the bedroom as soon as Ryan allowed his palm to depart from the open end of Joshua's breathing tube.
Poor Josh wasn't out of the woods though. Far from it. He was suffocated again; only being awarded momentary reprieves and constantly being cut off before he could completely fill his lungs up. It was enough to break even the most resilient and iron-willed of individuals. And Ryan got a major kick out of it.
As arousing as it was, the real spectacle, however, wasn't the hand-smothering. It came when the sadistic stallion conjured up a far more...imaginative way of smothering the trapped prisoner. One that involved pressing the breathing tube's open end against various body parts. Body parts that included not only his own very prominently jutting jockstrap pouch, but also his jumbo-thighed buddy's immensely oversized, low-hanging meat sack. Corey's giant meat sack.
Although Josh had no way of understanding what was happening or knowing who was tormenting him, to say that I envied him at that moment would've been something of an understatement. Happy birthday, fucker.
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Poor Steven, ignored and soon to be left with the fumes of Nick's boots. But poor Josh with his fate left toward the three brutes who are not going to free him. Rather keep the birthday going for him. Especially if Ryan is going to make him smell other things than the boots. I wonder if it'll make him wish to take the boots instead now or not. If it was my birthday, I'd like to be Josh under all of those fat bags and gurney straps. Probably cozy and tight inside. Great chapter again, @bondagefreak.
Oh and if I was going to wrestle one of the guys, it would be Zack.
Well I don't know about you, but I can already read in my mind the next chapter, how Corey's package is going to get even larger once he feels his scented air being drawn in by Josh's breathing tube Right?
I think the fun is only going to get better for the birthday boy, as a group they will feed off each other and torment Josh....lucky for Steven who has a front row seat to watch and reflect...
So on the latest poll, it would be cool to have a chance to win a wrestling match....but then on the other hand I could choose for an easy decisive loss So I chose Corey
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Fuck now I’m into it!
It’s actually an amazing story Sir and to say that I would enjoy being in the same predicament as our mummy here would be a massive understatement too! Omg that was soooo very hot, I wish he would put the tube somewhere else too and I think you can easily guess where if you know me ahah
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This heel/dom turn with Jeremy is surprising, but narratively it is nice he is taking some lessons from the more aggressive subs. A sign of character development.
Sweet words. Shame I don't have the means to force you to back them up. Let's just say, if the smell of Nick's boots came as an attachment to this thread, this story would be deserted in a heartbeat
Oh please you exaggerate! They cannot be that bad!
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The hilarious thing is that if Steven were actually going through it, he'd probably be lamenting how unfair amd degrading (yet hot) his predicament was! He's just a jealous little sub at heart, haha.
I love the synergy of the hunks' activities. How Ryan's breath play makes Josh struggle so Andrew can strap him down tighter.
bondagefreak wrote: 11 months agoGlad to see some of you enjoying Jeremy's evil antics and the video recording bits.
I'm releasing the next chapter earlier than expected. Stay tuned!
4toes wrote: 11 months ago
Really love how that ended when Stevie said he was doomed. How bad must Nick's boots be. Lol, how I wish there was already a way to transmit smell Looking forward for the next.
Sweet words. Shame I don't have the means to force you to back them up. Let's just say, if the smell of Nick's boots came as an attachment to this thread, this story would be deserted in a heartbeat
That bad sir huh? Surely, it wouldn't be that bad? Would it? Hahaha yeah only if only if you have the means. I think you already have the boots/socks/foot odour covered
For the latest chapter, maaan you are so good describing how each character would react based on their nature and characteristics. Very life like characters and as if you wanted to meet them in person.
(for the previous chapter) I reread this chapter several times because it is so great, each time, I couldn't help but get down on the ground to sniff my own socks because I wanted to be in them so much situation.
I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, boi. But you imply inconsistency where there is none. The first appearance of Jeremy's sneakers occurred in this chapter HERE. The shoes were described as being: heavily worn-off, warm and musty. This is exactly how they were described in the most recent chapter as well.
Steven doesn't find the warm mustiness too pleasant, but he does find it arousing, mostly due to the humiliation aspect.
Ethan initially objected to the humiliation, just as Steven also briefly objected to it in this more recent chapter.
The pleasure (or lack of it) Steven derives from these shenanigans directly depends on his horniness. In short, Jeremy's musty old trainers are unpleasant enough to be pleasant. The smell isn't pleasant, but the act of being forced to sniff them is.
I'm sure that makes sense to at least a few of you
The forum has been pretty quiet on the M/M side of things lately. Here's a little something that even our shier readers & lurkers can answer. Read the story-related question and respond with one of the five possible answers. No lengthy explanation required (unless you feel like it). Even a single-letter answer will suffice. Come on, guys. Jump in! Everyone should have a go at this.
IF YOU COULD ENTER THE STORY & CHOOSE A FATE,
WHOSE PLACE WOULD YOU TAKE RIGHT NOW?
A - ETHAN'S PLACE
B - STEVEN'S PLACE
C - JOSHUA'S PLACE D - RANDOM DRAW (BETWEEN THE FIRST THREE OPTIONS)
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So I chose Corey 
