THE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL STORY (M+/M) *NEW POLL JAN 19*

[Red86]

Alright so an update to my previous, undecided post, I ultimately voted for Cory. I like Pup Wingletang thoughts on Brad, giving him purpose but I just can't justify giving Brad that type of power especially when there's other candidates more worthy at the moment. Brad needs to redeem himself after his previous actions before I would change my mind with him.

I also can't deny Bondagefreak's logic with that everyone from the group should receive some type of this training, given that we are in world altering scenario. Andrew was high up on my list but ultimately I feel as though he is just more suited to the paramedic training as that's what he has been training for. I thought about big Mike, he is also a good candidate but thought him being like super super laid back could be a downside. Both Ryan and Shawn are good candidates to but with the spot only being considered for one character, I also feel Corey is probably the most mature to take on this training and role.

So that's basically how I came to my conclusion and chose Corey

[bondagefreak]

* POLL RESULTS *

This turned out to be a very low turnout poll, but even though the vote count remains low, the expressed opinions were among the most interesting of any poll featured thus far. I'm also a bit amused at the fact that no clear winner emerged and that Big Mike managed to garner as much support as Corey (who I presumed would win). Here's the final tally:

[bondagefreak]

* NEW POLL *

WHICH OF THE SENIOR PROVIDERS WOULD BEST BE SUITED TO TRAIN AS A POLICE OFFICER UNDER BOB?
IN OTHER WORDS, WHO WOULD MAKE THE BEST POLICE OFFICER? ELABORATE.

MITCH
NICK
ZACK

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[OrdinaryWorld]

I mean, Mitch is already right there as a first responder!
Maybe he's too playful though. Nick's more no-nonsense; perhaps better suited to police work.

[ChairBoy]

Oh, Mitch 100%
#1 because I’m biased as fuck
#2 he’s the oldest most mature
#3 he has son’s who he regularly and without failure punishes ruthlessly
#4 he’s got a nice butt and will use that to his advantage
#5 the best teacher to teach his other men/ he’s multi skilled
#6 he’s the hottest and I’m biased

[Volobond]

Mitch, as the oldest, a pretty levelheaded father, a dedicated first responder, and all around a pretty good guy on the job.

Nick would make an AWFUL police officer if I'm being honest. The power would immediately go to his head, and he'd be arrogant, rash, and not think things through very well. He'd also probably have a hard time separating the job from his life and use it as an excuse to gain more control and dominance.

Zack might be okay, but considering Mitch is ideally suited to the position, I think he's a better option than Zack, who could potentially be a wild card.

[Bradstick]

I went with Nick. Nick is unbiased, he will give a fair trial to everyone, even his own husband. Mitch and Zack are both good options but they like messing with others. I could see them easily abusing their power where Nick would restrain himself.

[OrdinaryWorld]

Nick would make an AWFUL police officer if I'm being honest. The power would immediately go to his head, and he'd be arrogant, rash, and not think things through very well. He'd also probably have a hard time separating the job from his life and use it as an excuse to gain more control and dominance.

Your deep, consistent hatred of Nick is very funny to see

Hell, I'm more of the more anti-Nick's-conduct people on here, but I still think he'd be a decent officer.
[Insert negative political commentary about police officers here, not typing it out don't want to get my comment removed lmao] - he'd be great at it!

[squirrel]

I guess Nick is most suitable for the job... He is a serious alpha hunk, dominant, demanding, laways in charge... no funny stuff with him!

[socjuc]

well I considered the man for the job a police officer, but the question can be taken in terms of the training 'under Bob' and how would this guy might mesh with Bob and his training methods OK OK maybe overthinking it a little.

So for this, I kind of flip flopped a few times....

I chose Nick too in the end. He in the grand scheme of things will be suited for a police officer with his demeanor

[Volobond]

Nick would make an AWFUL police officer if I'm being honest. The power would immediately go to his head, and he'd be arrogant, rash, and not think things through very well. He'd also probably have a hard time separating the job from his life and use it as an excuse to gain more control and dominance.

Your deep, consistent hatred of Nick is very funny to see

Hell, I'm more of the more anti-Nick's-conduct people on here, but I still think he'd be a decent officer.
[Insert negative political commentary about police officers here, not typing it out don't want to get my comment removed lmao] - he'd be great at it!

I love Nick as a character! I just think the moment you put him in the real world outside of a fictional kinky story, his actions become very problematic, and I don't think his personality is the kind I'd want to see as a police officer. I mean, I think a lot of police officers are indeed like Nick, but he doesn't fit my standards for a GOOD police officer, you know?

[Subboi]

I hesitated between Nick and Zack and eventually voted for Nick. He knows how to get what he wants, where the limits are. Zack I felt would be too glib.

[bondagefreak]

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER, GUYS. ENJOY!

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*AUTHOR'S NOTE*

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THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
THE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL STORY

No small measure of joy was garnered from the creative smothering of Joshua's undefended breathing tube. For the perpetrator and the idle participants, that is. Poor Josh, on the other hand, was left with no defence or viable course of action as the open end of his inhaler nozzle was teasingly clogged and obstructed.

"It's like a little vacuum cleaner! Haha!" Ryan derisively snorted, pressing the end of the cocooned prisoner's breathing nozzle against one of his own pecs and getting a big thrill from the suction that marked Joshua's repeated struggle to draw breath.

The breathing tube was eventually pulled away from Ryan's warm pectoral, allowing for the sound of rushing air to suddenly dominate the bedroom. But even as his victim fought to fill his air-deprived lungs up, the crafty stallion merely chuckled. He grinned, lowering the inhaler tube and pressing it down against his own abdomen; once again hindering Joshua's breathing and forcing the cocooned birthday boy to sniff his abs and navel.

That in itself was quite arousing to witness. So imagine my utter surprise when Ryan lowered the stretcher-bound captive's sniff-tube even further, pressing it against his own very prominently jutting jockstrap bulge.





"Haha! Yeah, that's right, bitch. Sniff my fuckin' balls." he sadistically purred, even as the sound of rushing air and ragged breathing grew thick into our ears.


Corey too didn't escape the breathing tube's vacuum-like syphon. He just stood there, smirking rather amusedly as the nozzle was pressed up against one of his very round and dare I say, overdeveloped pectorals. He took a quick breath through gritted teeth as the suction created by Joshua's vehement attempts to draw air pulled at one of his nipples.

The inhaler nozzle made a temporary comeback for Ryan's big jockstrap-covered bulge, but the spectacle eventually took an even more arousing turn when the sadistic stallion pressed it right up into his thicker-thighed buddy's immensely oversized protrusion.

"Yeah, sniff that giant sack." he teased, unable to stop himself from mouthing off even though he knew his victim couldn't hear us.


By all accounts, the clogging of Joshua's breathing tube and the ensuing smothering was quite serious. What little air he did manage to sniff up didn't agree with him in the slightest.

"Mmggphh!" the stretcher-bound captive groaned, finding himself greatly dismayed by what he'd just sampled, while at the same time remaining completely oblivious to the fact that he'd just sniffed the underside of jumbo-thighed Corey's downright massive package.

"Aw c'mon, man. Stop that." the shaggy-haired heartthrob bashfully objected, smirking in obvious amusement while repeatedly nudging Ryan's hand away. Still, Corey's opposition was so weak and timid that the craftier jock merely ignored the meagre objections and pressed the tube against the underside of his shaggy-haired buddy's giant sack a second time.

Poor Josh struggled to draw breath, but as soon as the audible rushing of air alerted us to his partial success, so too did the sound of a muffled lament. "Gmmpphh! Phhgmmp phhggmph!" he cried out for what seemed like the millionth time.

"Haha! Bro. He does NOT like the smell of your sack!" Ryan teased, causing a still-smirking Corey to roll his eyes up and bat his hand away.





In truth, I couldn't blame poor Josh for going a bit crazy and objecting to what it was he was being forced to sniff. I mean, Corey's front sack was nowhere even close to being as torturous as the powerful stench festering within Nick's gargantuan police boots. But I was familiar enough with his underwear to know that Joshua's latest plight was no mere walk in the park.

I was the one who did most of the laundry around here, and although I didn't quite have as big a thing for underwear as I did for socks, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't stolen a few whiffs and willingly sampled some of the boxers, briefs and jockstraps that regularly populated the communal laundry basket.

Corey's boxers were usually the strongest smelling of the lot - a testament to his daily jogs, gruelling workout sessions and overactive lifestyle. The jumbo-thighed heartthrob could stink his boxers up faster than anyone, and it didn't help that by the time his overworked briefs reached the hamper, they were already days overdue and in dire need of a wash.

So yeah, poor Josh wasn't exactly a happy camper if you catch my drift.

Ryan gave the bound beta-jock several more whiffs of his beefy buddy's glaringly fat package before pulling the tube away and hinting at the fact that Josh would find little respite that night. As if the promise of further torments wasn't dire enough, he finished his threat off by wedging the breathing tube up into his own muscular ass, crinkling his face up, saying "Here" and letting rip a quick stinker right into the stretcher-bound captive's defenceless breathing nozzle. I just couldn't believe it.


Corey let out a burst of barely contained laughter before predictably cursing his fellow jock's foul gas and betraying a modicum of sympathy for what poor Joshua was being put through.

"Aw c'mon, bro. You're gonna kill him. That fuckin' stinks!" he complained, objecting to what he'd witnessed while at the same time being unable to conceal the amused smirk that forced itself atop his lips.

"Look who's talking!" came Ryan's instinctive retort, something which immediately led to Corey being accused - by both Ryan and Andrew - of producing far more noxious, stomach-churning farts.


In any case, I could only lay there and watch as my friend's vehemently coughing form was lifted up off the bed and slowly carried out of the reeking bedroom. Andrew and Corey did the lifting, allowing Ryan to cast me a parting wink before following the pair and exiting the feverish abode.

Had my husband's cursed boots not been out in the open, spilling out their hateful fumes and testing the limits of my sanity, I might've actually found peace and drifted off to sleep at that point. Alas, no respite would come my way so long as the eyewateringly pungent stench filled the room and wafted up my flaring nostrils.





Having said that, I was understandably relieved when the sound of heavy footsteps eventually alerted me to an approaching presence and the welcomed sight of Master Shawn's behemothic frame finally dawned upon my weary eyes.

"Mppphhh!" Finally!


Shawn didn't even bother glancing my way as he strutted into the foul-smelling room. He just walked in, sniffed the air, crinkled his nose up in obvious disapproval and narrowed his steely blue gaze onto his older cousin's harrowingly nauseating police boots.

Though it didn't immediately remedy the problem, I couldn't help but let out a muffled sigh of relief upon seeing him open one of the room's windows and stash my husband's puke-inducing boots into the nearby closet. The room stank of Nick's infernal foot odour like you wouldn't believe, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before the air became less...lethal.

Unfortunately, my momentary relief proved deceptively short-lived. Master Shawn wasted virtually no time in readying himself for bed and stripping out of his clothing; resulting in the tantalising display of his fearsome musculature. Satiny shorts came down, revealing the absolute fattest pair of golden hair-covered jockstrap-clad bums. With that, however, also came the dreaded thumping that marked the removal of his crummy sneakers and the hauntingly putrid reek that inevitably followed the freeing of his massive socked soles.

"Mmmpphh!"

I shook my head no and ojected beneath my scream-proof curfew plug, but the brawny brute just didn't care. He stripped out of his jockstrap, tossed it down to the floor, and then did the same thing with both of his socks, allowing my eyes to graze over the terrifyingly girthy dong that sprouted out past his tree-trunk thighs and the mesmerisingly massive sack that so prominently hung from its base.

The hulking leviathan lowered himself down into the low-resting bed and sat right next to where my head was positioned; the mattress instantly caving in to accommodate his freakish size and monumental weight.





I cried out for him to free my mouth and release me from the damnable sack, but the blond-haired behemoth simply eyed his phone and appeared quite content with paying me virtually no heed. As you can probably imagine, my revulsion only reached new heights when the sound of an unannounced fart thunderously blasted out from his seated bottom.

*PRRRRRRRRRRRT*


I choked, I gagged, I screamed, or rather tried to. Shawn, for all his brawn and physical might, remained oblivious. He just sat there, his brow arched up in what looked like open puzzlement and his face betraying clear bewilderment as to the source of my sudden tantrum.

"Shhhh. Quiet." was the only explanation he gave, before tentatively grabbing the air bladder attached to the front of my gag, giving it a tight squeeze and then glueing his eyes back to the illuminated screen of his phone. Suffice it to say, I was more than a little outraged.



I thought for sure my harrowing demise would come to an end when my husband finally made his much-anticipated appearance, but the man was in a playful mood; something which, given the circumstances, didn't exactly bode too well for me.

"Aww, haha! Poor babe." he chuckled, sitting down on his side of the bed and gently running his fingers through my dishevelled brown scalp. "They told me you'd been put to bed, but I didn't expect to find you all sacked up like this. You must've given them quite a bit of trouble to end up with that gag in your mouth." he added, teasingly pinching my nostrils shut, no doubt as a means of further emphasising just how vulnerable and helpless the gag left me.

I protested his assumption, shaking my head 'no' and mumbling unintelligibly in an attempt to make him know I hadn't. The gag had been forced in to prevent me from alerting him to his fellow providers' treachery, but Nick had no way of knowing that, nor was he able to make heads or tails of what it was I was trying to tell him.

"Mhhggph pphhhgg mmph phhhggm...mhhgph pphgmph." I went on, furrowing my brow and getting more upset with my gag by the second.

Shawn watched as I tried in vain to articulate a response past the bloated bulb; his downright monstrous cock now standing fully erect and protruding numerous inches past his equally monstrous thighs. He wanted to plunge his weapon inside of me, I knew. I could tell by the fatness of his nutsack, the frightening rigidness of his boner and the subconscious licking of his lips.

Nick didn't allow anyone to use my back door. Anyone but himself, that is. But he very regularly allowed his cousin to use my facial cavity, something Shawn was more than happy to do, irrespective of whether or not I agreed. In other words, I was given no say in the matter.





My own husband's disturbingly oversized equipment was also made visible when he stood up to get undressed and climbed into bed wearing nothing but his jockstrap. He teased me for a bit, lying down beside me and running his huge hand atop my darlex-covered thighs. The bed's insufficient width was made all the more evident by Nick's arrival, but Shawn kept his hands to himself even as my tightly sacked frame was pressed up against his immensely warm and very sizeable body.

His amusement nevertheless took on the shape of a smile when Nick slipped his big funky black jockstrap off and balled it up atop my face.

"Haha. Yeah. How's that, babe? You like that? Eh? You wanna fuckin' suck on it?" the blond behemoth teased, causing me to groan and sputter in unequivocal opposition.

"Mmnnpphhh!"

"Yeah, haha! You wanna wash Daddy's big smelly sack, don't you?" Nick teased again.


It didn't take long for Shawn's throbbing monster to eventually get the better of him. The brawny beefcake wasted no time in reaching down towards the floor, snatching his own recently discarded jockstrap up, turning it inside out and crumpling it up into a big ball.

The instant my dominant husband's overly musky crotch-pouch pulled away, his cousin's supremely strong-smelling one came rushing towards my face.

"Nmmmphh!" was the only thing I managed to blurt out.

"Yeah, fuckin' choke on his sack." Nick chuckled, caressing my head lovingly even as I lamented my plight and cried out beneath his younger cousin's crotch-scented jock-pouch.


It continued like that for several minutes; both Hoffmann hunks teasing me, taunting me and forcing me to sniff their maddeningly strong-scented crotch-pouches. Judging from the verbal exchange that took place and the insane potency of their respective jockstraps, I genuinely feared the removal of my gag. I did not, for the life of me, want their pouches going in my mouth.

Much to my own sudden amusement though, things took an unexpected turn when Nick sniffed his own pouch before ballsily bringing it down atop Shawn's face for him to do the same. "Get a load of that, bro." he snickered, forcing the cloth directly over his unsuspecting cousin's nose.

Shawn wasn't exactly pleased.

"Mmppphh! Dude, what the fuck!?" he somewhat angrily objected, catching an accidental whiff of my cockily grinning husband's big, balled-up, fuming black pouch and apparently not agreeing with it in the slightest.

I was practically crushed to a pulp and squashed into lifelessness when Shawn unexpectedly launched his tremendously hefty frame at Nick; vengefully wrestling his own infernally strong-smelling wad of crotch-scented fabric atop my unprepared husband's visibly panicked face.

The sound of a muffled complaint immediately alerted me to the fact that the senior hunk had just caught a whiff of his younger cousin's debilitatingly nauseating pouch. And then all hell broke loose.

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[Volobond]

It's always interesting when the percieved alliance between the upper hierarchy falters. Perhaps we'll see one of the hunks made captive!

[Socksbound]

What an amazingly hot and fun chapter. All that pouch sniffing and banter has me a little worked up. Looking forward to what hell breaking out leads to

[squirrel]

Every chapter is better than the previous one; the forced sniffing must be driving the protagonist insane... Could it be that Nick will bet to taste his own medicine??

[GoBucks]

Favorie chapter so far with all those stinky scents to enjoy! Would love for Nick and Shawn to wrestle right on top of Steven

[Pup Wingletang]

Well Josh's birthday just seems to be getting better and better. He must have been so bored, tightly strapped down in that sleeping bag, unable to move, his mouth stuffed with who knows what to stop him from complaining, his only link to the world a breathing tube stuck inside Nick's stinky boot by his so-called friend. Now he's the centre of attention, with three new friends entirely focused on stimulating him with all kinds of new sensations. Who knows what's in store for him next! I love the idea that he is completely oblivious to who is doing what to him and has no idea when it will end.

As for Steven, I feel he's about to become the poor little seal pup, unable to get out of the way as the two bull elephant seals charge towards each other across the sand. I'm looking forward to where this challenge leads.

I feel that both Nick and Zack would make good police officer. They're both sticklers for the rules and woe betide anyone who doesn't follow any instructions given to them. They could both handle themselves if things turned ugly. Zack would present a more charming front whilst Nick gives off an immediate 'no nonsense' vibe. Slightly surprisingly I feel Nick might actually be a bit more lenient than Zack - I'm thinking about the time Nick left Steven and Jeremy in the tent free of gags so they could chat only for Zack to come in and insert the curfew balls. I feel like I'd have a better idea of where I stood with Nick whereas Zack can be a bit cunning and manipulative. I'm voting for Nick! (Sorry for ignoring you Mitch - I just don't feel like I know you well enough).

[socjuc]

Favorie chapter so far with all those stinky scents to enjoy! Would love for Nick and Shawn to wrestle right on top of Steven

Yes!!!! Steven would get completely smothered and when he would get a gasp of air it would likely be overwhelming stench to the max. Multi-scented with 2 hunks on him

[4toes]

* NEW POLL *

WHICH OF THE SENIOR PROVIDERS WOULD BEST BE SUITED TO TRAIN AS A POLICE OFFICER UNDER BOB?
IN OTHER WORDS, WHO WOULD MAKE THE BEST POLICE OFFICER? ELABORATE.

MITCH
NICK
ZACK

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Aside from his dad being a cop, I still think Nick would be the best police officer. Serious, no nonsense, and his demeanor makes him the perfect candidate imho.

[gag1195]

It's always interesting when the percieved alliance between the upper hierarchy falters. Perhaps we'll see one of the hunks made captive!

Definitely interesting! Josh's birthday is becoming more and more exciting! I wonder just how many of the group will end up bound and gagged in some manner before the night is through!

[Subboi]

This was a great chapter. I like discovering Ryan’s devious side more. I would have expected Nick to show a little bit of mercy for his partner…

[bondagefreak]

As for Steven, I feel he's about to become the poor little seal pup, unable to get out of the way as the two bull elephant seals charge towards each other across the sand. I'm looking forward to where this challenge leads.

I feel that both Nick and Zack would make good police officer. They're both sticklers for the rules and woe betide anyone who doesn't follow any instructions given to them. They could both handle themselves if things turned ugly. Zack would present a more charming front whilst Nick gives off an immediate 'no nonsense' vibe. Slightly surprisingly I feel Nick might actually be a bit more lenient than Zack - I'm thinking about the time Nick left Steven and Jeremy in the tent free of gags so they could chat only for Zack to come in and insert the curfew balls. I feel like I'd have a better idea of where I stood with Nick whereas Zack can be a bit cunning and manipulative. I'm voting for Nick! (Sorry for ignoring you Mitch - I just don't feel like I know you well enough).

A yes, the elephant seal analogy. I should've expected the David Attenborough in you to come out. What vivid imagery you paint

You're absolutely correct with your analysis of Nick & Zack. I was just discussing that with Mr @OrdinaryWorld a few days ago. I also feel that Nick is usually the more lenient and permissive of the two. Zack is just highly skilled at making the readers forget just how dominant and into "protocol" he is. His natural charm works wonders in that regard. He may come off as diplomatic, but the end result is always the same; he gets what he wants and the rules are always followed to the letter.

Both of them are stickles for the rules, but Zack even more so than Nick, especially when you consider he's the one who basically talked Nick into instoring an enforced curfew system for Steven - complete with an actual curfew sack, gag and all.

It's also easy to forget just how comfortable and at ease Zack was with having Jeremy leashed, collared and quite literally eating on all fours, right next to his sneakered feet over in B&G. Nick is hyper-dominant, yes. But this sorta of strict protocol domination doesn't come as naturally to him. His style is more casual and dare I say, flexible.

[socjuc]

Nick is hyper-dominant, yes. But this sorta of strict protocol domination doesn't come as naturally to him. His style is more casual and dare I say, flexible.[/size]

Right...flexible

Nick is the same as Zack its just that Zack seems more friendly/amiable.

kidding!