THE TWINK & THE JOCK (M+/M) *NEW CHAPTER MAY 31*

[sami200456boyfriend]

Another brilliant story. Love Hazing stories in college..

[Tsuhaya]

Story with a great start! I'm really looking forward to the next chapters.

All the descriptions are amazing. The use of the tape to gag Sammy is perfect. We know the athletes will get bolder and change this gag, but for now, I don't think they want to scare the poor victim too much.

It's interesting to see that Chad is the mastermind behind everything. Even though the other guys are also having fun with the situation, he's the one who comes up with the ideas and coordinates the action. A natural-born dominator.

[Pup]

This will certainly be interesting.
Poor Sammy lol

[vincenzotognolo22]

Wow! I really enjoyed it, can’t wait to see what the older stepbro and his buddies will do to the young prisoner in their dorm.

[bondagefreak]

This story intrigues me a lot, I can't wait to see what will happen to Sam! But would it be possible to get more information about Sam's older half-brother?

Hey buddy. Ah, I know you guys want more details and more photos, but I'm afraid sharing unnecessary info does little to enhance a storyline. Quite the opposite, in fact. Yes, Steven has a tendency to ramble in B&G, but his verbosity is always pertinent. In this particular case, Sam's older stepbrother serves no other purpose than to narrate and carry the story. He is not the focus of the storyline, so filling empty lines with unnecessary details about him would serve no purpose other than to detract from the account he's trying to relate.

Still, some details can be deduced from his dealings with the group and his verbal interactions with the team captain.
I pepper them quite generously throughout the narration for attentive readers to pick up.
Based on the two chapters published so far, you can safely deduce the following traits:

He's of college age and several years older than 18-year-old Sam.
He's on an American football team, meaning he's tall and solidly built.
He was willing to babysit Sam, as a favour to his dad.
He keeps a lid on his younger stepbrother's secret, while occasionally using it to his own advantage. This denotes a modicum of guile.
He was hesitant to embrace Chad's heavy-handed plan and was initially more prone to try persuading Sam to come along.
He initially rejected Chad's offer and listed a number of things that could potentially go wrong, denoting both caution and lucidity.
He was successfully manipulated into accepting Chad's offer, and then peer-pressured into the whole mask-and-gun kidnap plot.


His qualities, flaws and behavioural patterns are open to interpretation. But the clues peppered throughout the story should allow you to conjure up a decently clear picture. He's probably not the brashest member of the group, but he may very well be one of the smartest.

[Paris_bondage]

Great story.
I can't wait to read what happens next.

[Ropelover98]

You was right about thinking i would love this story because i do Sir its amazing as always..
There is one part i love the most:

“The lanky high school senior was still in the process of being secured into his hogtie when our team captain allowed himself to show a modicum of sympathy - not by revealing our true identity, but by mercifully offering our captive a faint glimmer of hope. "Shhh. It's okay, little man. Don't cry. You'll be coming with us now." he spoke, adopting an almost comforting tone and placing a hand atop my bound and gagged stepbrother's dishevelled dome. "No funny stuff, and no one gets hurt. Alright, cutie?" he asked, to which Sammy could only whimper beneath his sticky gag and nod his head in agreement.”

Its so cute and sweet and still dominant and strict, just the way i love to be talked to by a captor, i cant wait to read what will happen to little Sammy once he is brought to tje dorm.

[LittleGagged13]

Already know I'm going to love this story. There's something about college jocks that just hits different.

Can't wait to see Sam and Hunter's relationship evolve.

[bondagefreak]

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[bondagefreak]

Note From The Author: Mature themes and vulgar language aplenty. Viewer discretion is very strongly advised.

AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE

THE TWINK & THE JOCK

CHAPTER 3 - LOADING THE PASSENGER

You'd think Chad and the guys would've been anxious to hit the road and get a move on now that the target - my younger stepbrother - had been successfully removed and readied for transport. But no, that wasn't the case. Quite the opposite, in fact. My co-conspirators appeared intent on taking all their sweet time, even going so far as to carry Sammy's sacked form into the garage and leaving him next to the backup doorway, presumably so that we could snatch him up and load him into Chad's car on the way out.

I ended up checking on our captive three times during the nearly hour-long stay that saw the guys and myself lazing around the patio deck and enjoying the backyard pool. Poor Sam, on the other hand, remained completely oblivious as to his surroundings and similarly in the dark as to whatever fate we - his captors - had in store for him.


We just left him there; his hopelessly well-zip-tied and hogtaped body all tightly crammed into the improvised transport sack that was beefy Brody's eyewateringly nauseating gear bag.

Our victim's mouth had been taped shut so as to stop any would-be calls for help from potentially being voiced out, but the notable absence of muffled laments left little doubt as to the extent of his terror and the fear that our masked and armed kidnap operation had instilled in him. The fact that his silence continued unabated even though Brody's clutter-filled sack stank to high heavens only further betrayed his fear. Poor Sam was terrified shitless. That much was made amply clear.

And so he just lay there; his limbs secured via numerous zip-ties and countless revolutions of sticky athletic tape. His body arched backwards and crammed into the funkiest and most constricting of duffle bags. His mouth preventatively taped shut, and his face quite literally drowning amid the reeking jumble that was our infamously raunchy linebacker's socks, boxers and unlaundered jockstrap pouch.

Seeing as how Brody was by far the smelliest and least inoffensive member of our group, I couldn't even begin to imagine what my unlucky little stepbrother was currently going through. All of our gear bags reeked of sweat and foot odour - Chad's and Hunter's in particular - but Brody's stuff was on another level. And I really do mean a whole other level. You really did not wanna find yourself on the receiving end of this guy's gear.





We left the house a little while later; Matt, Brody and myself huddling our broad-shouldered frames into the back of our team captain's cramped rust bucket. Chad and Hunter took position up front and Sammy predictably rode in the trunk, surrounded not only by Brody's atomic-smelling gear, but also by the usual clutter found in captain Chad's perpetually crowded trunk.

The lid was slammed shut, no doubt fueling our already terrified captive's fears, the ignition was turned on, trash metal music came blaring through the car's overworked speakers, and then we were off.



My stupendously brawny teammates and I laughed and cheered; our dissonant voices filling the car and rising up above the tumultuous cacophony of electric guitars, drums and growling chants. Even though our victim was younger, not to mention much smaller and scrawnier than we were, the sheer efficiency and swiftness at which we'd taken down and neutralised him filled the lot of us with a sense of pride.

The twinky 18-year-old had been swarmed; his potentially nimble frame brutishly dogpiled beneath our own far brawnier and infinitely more cumbersome ones. Not a single stray peep had made it out past his trembling lips even as we crushed his feeble limbs together and zip-tied them into helplessness. Our handsome star quarterback's positively monstrous palms had seen to that. A fitting outcome considering he was my stepbrother's secret crush.

Our target was bundled up, gagged and crammed into the improvised transport sack. Kidnapped from his own bedroom and snatched away without a trace. Credit given where credit is due, Chad's ballsy plan quite simply couldn't have gone any better.



In any case, it didn't take long for me to realise that our designated chauffeur was taking a lot of unnecessary detours and avoiding the most direct route to his dorm.

"Bro, I thought we were going to your place." I told him, to which the jock assured me that our plans hadn't changed.

"Chill out, dude. We are. We're just gonna drive around for a bit...make our passenger think we're taking him out into the middle of nowhere. It's gonna scare the shit out of him." he snickered, instantly drawing chuckles from the rest of my teammates.


We must've been driving around for close to an hour before finally pulling up to the side of a deserted dirt road some thirty kilometres or so outside of town. Hunter and Matt both had to take a piss, but more importantly, Chad wanted to use the opportunity to check up on - and possibly toy with - our little prisoner.

"Alright, guys. Let's DO this!" Brody's deep baritone voice boomed, the aggressive behemoth eagerly stepping out of the vehicle after having slipped his balaclava mask and thick leather gloves back on.


As soon as we opened the trunk and unzipped the raunchy-smelling transport sack, my heart sank. Sammy's teary-eyed and visibly sickened face winced as a beam of sunlight suddenly filled his gloomy prison. But even so, nary a complaint made it out of his tapegagged lips.

We roughed him up for a bit; yanking his head out of the steamy bag, waving our guns in front of his face, threatening him and making it sound as though the absolute worst of fates awaited him. We shoved his sobbing head back into the reeking sack, face-first into what appeared to be beefy Brody's infamously never-laundered lucky jockstrap pouch.


The trunk was slammed shut for a second time that afternoon, but truth be known, I honestly felt pretty bad for the little guy. Much to my own momentary disbelief though, Chad was actually the first to break character. As soon as the trunk was slammed shut, he tore his mask off and bent down into what can only be described as near-uncontrollable laughter.

"Dude, the kid is gonna fuckin' pee himself." Hunter casually remarked, as he and the rest of us quickly followed Chad's lead by unmasking ourselves.

Save for Brody - who seemed more than comfortable in his role - the decision to spill the beans and let Sammy in on our little ploy was pretty unanimous by that point. The game had gone on long enough.

Make no mistake though. Had he been older and not nearly as cute, we would've undoubtedly carried things through to the end. But seeing as how he was younger than us and so utterly terrified by his predicament, Chad - in an uncharacteristically generous move - decided to give him some slack and cut the game short.

We opened the trunk again, this time allowing our captive to peer up into our newly-unmasked and widely grinning faces.


"Surprise, motherfucker!" Chad beamed, as he lifted his phone up and snapped a picture of poor Sam's visibly bewildered expression. The expression of shock on my younger stepbrother's face was priceless. So much so in fact that my mates and I simply could not stop ourselves from doubling over with laughter.

Sam, on the other hand, was far from happy. As soon as his brain started making sense of what had happened, a bout of wild struggling began to animate the tight prison that was Brody's stinky bag, and a veritable barrage of muffled yelps and garbled insults met our ears.

"Mmphh pphhgghh ugh mpphhh smpphh phh..."

"You should've listened to Mark and agreed to come along, cutie-pie." Chad explained, all the while ruffling Sammy's hair up. "None of this would've been necessary had you listened to your stepbrother."

"Looks like the little guy'll be coming with us whether he wants to or not!" Matt eagerly chimed in, imitating Chad's gesture and speaking of our prisoner as though he weren't there. Everyone laughed at the taunting quality of Matt's words. Everyone, save for Sam and Brody, that is.


Motivated by a surge of adrenaline-induced anger, our frustrated prisoner shook his head 'no' and mouthed off with even more zest. Though his words remained a mystery, his wild attempts at articulating what would've undoubtedly been a colourful response had for effect of loosening the tapegag and compromising its effectiveness.

As soon as the silver tape began showing signs of losing adhesion, Brody - the least patient and most aggressive member of our group - took matters into his own hands and quickly rushed to grab the conveniently located roll of duct tape.

My poor stepbrother only managed to free his upper lip from the gag and utter the first few syllables of a barely decipherable protest that the angry screeching of duct tape filled our ears and marked the end of his short-lived rebellion.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Brody angrily roared, his features stiffened into an irate frown and his huge arm muscles bulging as he slapped the sticky tape atop the prisoner's screaming mouth and hastily dragged it around for no less than three successive orbits.


Sam's protests died down quite significantly after that. He tried saying his piece and articulating some form of wordy opposition, but the haphazardly applied overlapping layers of sticky tape reduced his screams to a mere whimper and proved more than a minor hindrance.

"Get your little face back in there. Fuckin' sniff my dirty sack." Brody went on, brutishly forcing our captured ward's head back down into the bag and showing no hint of sympathy even as his own infamously reeking jockstrap pouch greeted the panicked dweeb's flaring sniff-holes.

Everyone laughed as the newly silenced prisoner's face quickly disappeared into Brody's crotch-pouch and the pungent football bag was once again dutifully zipped shut.

Sammy's unfortunate plight had the lot of us amused beyond reason even as we slammed the lid shut and got underway again. But more than anything else, it was Brody's overly aggressive demeanour that had the lot of us cackling to tears and giggling hysterically. The pugnacious linebacker was more often than not a fun guy to be around, but when it came to hazing, he always took things to another level. So much so in fact that we often found ourselves having to rein him in a bit.

Brody was a formidable, if somewhat daunting presence to say the least. Definitely not the type of guy you wanted to have on the opposing team. Either way, I was thankful not to be in Sammy's position. This was one grounding he wouldn't soon forget.

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[sock slave boy]

hahaha, he could have waited a little longer I think, I would have been a real jerk to him if I had control.

Poor Sammy must be seriously furious, they will have to leave him locked in a closet for a while or give him a controller (with some advantage) to play video games with them and make up for it.

In any case, are certain characters present in other stories? I am thinking in particular of this legendary Hunter who seems to be present in many stories, is this a common name?

[vincenzotognolo22]

very nice development, dude! i really liked the reveal of the kidnappers

[OrdinaryWorld]

Another excellent and hot chapter, bondagefreak!

Although Jesus Christ I feel so shit for Sammy
I'd be completely and utterly petrified, and wouldn't be able to forgive the narrator.
Driving around for the hour AND THEN spooking him even after that?! I'm shocked at the lack of empathy here!

Although wow the bags of all these athletes sound like a hoot. Especially Brody's, what a stinky, dominant stud
I can't even imagine what it would be like zipped up in his bag - no way for any significant quantity of fresh air to get in or diseased air to get out. Horrified, sent to near-retching from the smell.

Great third instalment. I eagerly await the next chapter!

[Ropelover98]

i liked that they revealed themselfs to Sammy, now he knows his own stepbro did this to him, must be even more humiliating

[gag1195]

I'm glad they could alleviate the initial fear Sammy's facing. Not that the rest of his visit with the team will be smooth sailing, but at least now he won't have a heart attack!

[Socksbound]

Another amazing chapter sir

Glad they revealed themselves and the angry reaction was a hoot. Brody’s taunting as he reinforced the gag even better

[Pup Wingletang]

I love just how much they have got into the whole kidnapping role play - it's nice to see that kind of commitment! Glad to see Brody isn't backing off now they've revealed the truth.

Trying to work out if the reveal really makes things much better for Sammy. He's still trussed up tight, gagged and zipped into a stinky sports bag and still at the mercy of three brawny guys who he doesn't really know and who his step-brother isn't doing anything to stop. I'd still be pretty worried if I found myself in that position.

[Tsuhaya]

Another great chapter!

The friends revealing their identities makes Sammy's situation less desperate but much more humiliating for him. The poor boy is in deep trouble. Brody enjoys torture his victim, and I can see him taking an active role in the future torment inflicted on his friend's brother

[socjuc]

Really like how Brody seems to be the ring leader...the stinky one, and the bully type!

Sammy's stepbrother is pretty laid back and an observer....love how the buds are totally taking advantage of the situation and having their fun with Sammy. Looking forward to what Brody and his crew have in store for our twinky prisoner

[harveygasson]

Great work with this story so far! Definitely a mixture of cruel and hilarious haha

[GoBucks]

Brody seems like my type of guy! Definitely want to see what these guys have planned back at the dorm!

[bondagefreak]

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[bondagefreak]

Note From The Author: Mature themes and vulgar language aplenty. Viewer discretion is very strongly advised.

AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE

THE TWINK & THE JOCK

CHAPTER 4 - BRODY'S LUCKY POUCH

Poor Sam spent what must've been another hour in the trunk of Chad's car, no doubt struggling to free his limbs of the unbreakable bonds we'd imposed upon him and cursing the stench of Brody's fuming jockstrap. The superimposed orbits of tape did a phenomenal job at keeping his calls for help to a minimum, but even so, we were careful to muffle his understandably very desperate laments by keeping the music on even as we pulled up into the drive-thru of a popular fast food joint.

We ate our burgers and fries in the parking lot; the cramped confines of captain Chad's old rust bucket and the admittedly gross sound of beefy Brody's obnoxiously loud burps doing little to dissuade the growing appetite we'd collectively worked up. Even as our sneakered soles jostled around in a futile quest for additional leg space, the car's hot leather seats groaned and creaked under the strain of our hefty, broad-shouldered bodies.


We drove around for a bit, but it's only after pulling up at a gas station that our prisoner's albeit still-muffled screams became a tad bit more noticeable. It wasn't to the point where a random passerby would easily notice, but we could definitely hear his angry grunts and muffled protests even from our position in the backseat.

"Looks like the little guy's trying to call for help again." Hunter perceptively noticed, just as Chad began putting his flashers on and pulling up to the side of the road.

"I got this!" beefy Brody was quick to volunteer, hastily unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out onto the quiet secondary road's unpaved shoulder.


For some reason, I thought he was going to further secure our bound-up passenger's mouth, so I was understandably a bit surprised when I saw the intimidating brute open the back trunk, give the bagged prisoner a light punch, order him to be quiet and then lift the 140-pound duffle bag up as though it weighed no more than a mere feather.

"Move your seat forward, bro. This little fucker will be riding out back with us. I'm personally gonna be keeping a fuckin' eye on him." he authoritatively announced, causing Hunter - who was sitting up front - to scoot his seat forward, providing Brody with more legspace and just enough room to lower our unhappy prisoner's tightly sacked form in.

As soon as the girthy-limbed linebacker got back into his leathery seat, scrawny Sammy's dissatisfaction made itself manifest - the surprisingly clear quality of his vocal complaints alerting us to the fact that he had somehow managed to defeat his gag.

Chad, Hunter and Matt all giggled in amusement. Brody, on the other hand, was not nearly as amused.


"I said QUIET!" the brawny tyrant roared, unzipping his own dreadfully stinking football bag and pulling Sam's head out.

My stepbrother's feisty glare was instantly replaced with a look of sheer terror as the aggressive behemoth rushed to grab the dauntingly large roll of heavy-duty duct tape and vowed to seal his entire face shut.

We got underway again, slowly resuming course towards the communal dorm the four guys shared. But even as we slowly picked up speed, Matt and I could do nothing but sit there and watch as Brody's huge hands and freakishly bulging arms worked the sticky tape around; wielding it with a vengeful fury and angrily unleashing orbit after orbit around the already-tapegagged prisoner's lower face and head.


"Aw jeez! Hurry up, bro. Your bag is gonna make me puke." Chad at one point complained, waving a hand in front of his face even as the deafening screech of duct tape rang noisily in our ears.

"Dude, it smells like something fuckin' died in there." Matt was quick to disdainfully point out, something which Brody was all too happy to ignore.


My poor dweeb-of-a-stepbrother ended up letting out the most heartwrenching of muffled pleas as his lower face was completely swallowed up. Much to his own continued despair though, the tape-wielding leviathan's perpetually angry façade showed no signs of waning.

"There. That'll keep you fuckin' quiet..." Brody menacingly mumbled, his face still scrunched up into the most furious of frowns as he slowly dragged the vicious tape around for what must've been the ninth or tenth orbit.


"We should've stuffed his mouth...with like, I dunno...a sock or something." my clever buddy Matt at one point casually chimed in, immediately causing our team captain to verbally agree and causing me to silently do the same.

Matt was right, of course...which begged the question, why hadn't any of us thought about that sooner?

Almost as if on cue with Matt's comment, the sound of creaking leather suddenly filled our ears and the eyewateringly potent scent of a most disturbing odour filled the cabin up. It was coming from up front. More specifically, it was coming from our heavily tattooed driver, who had - with some difficulty - bent down and managed to chuck off one of his battered hightops.





"Here...use this." Chad spoke, extending a tattooed arm towards the back of the car and handing us one of his own infamously rotten tube socks.

Matt and I gagged on the smell - the strong aroma of boiled eggs and cheese that usually accompanied our hunky captain's fuming footwear causing us both to crinkle our noses up and groan in disgust. Given the oftentimes sorry state of my own socks, my stepbrother would undoubtedly argue that I wasn't one to talk. But even though Matt, Brody and myself weren't exactly known for rosey footwear - far from it, in fact - Chad and Hunter most certainly took the cake; their immensely sizeable soles being afflicted with the absolute worst of odours.


"Come on, guys. Just take the fuckin' sock." Chad requested, once again dangling his supremely funky sock around, presumably so that we could stuff Sammy's mouth with it.

"Nah, bro. Put that shitty thing away. I've got something even better." Brody dismissively declined, tossing the big roll of tape back down to the car floor and reaching into the bag to grab the fermenting mass of fabric that was his own positively reeking jockstrap. Sam instinctively let out a garbled yelp and tried backing his head away, but Brody's tremendously beefy hand was already in place to stop him.

"No, you little fuck. You ain't goin' nowhere. You see this? Eh?! You see this big smelly pouch?" the brute asked, keeping Sam's head from backing away while at the same time holding the giant ball of cloth directly in front of the visibly mortified teen's panicked face.

"This is my lucky pouch. My own, very special, game-winning jockstrap pouch. You know how many times a year I wash this bad boy?" he asked, to which my terrified stepbrother could do nothing but shake his head no.

"Never!" our rowdy driver cheerfully answered in his place, the captain's response instantly filling the car with hysterical cackling.

"That's right. Never!" Brody menacingly spoke, still holding the reeking ball of jock-pouch in one hand and not taking his eyes off Sammy's mortified face even for a second.

"And you wanna know another secret? Nothing would give me more pleasure than stuffing my big lucky pouch into that screaming little yap of yours." the brute threateningly went on, causing a renewed bout of hysterical cackling to immediately fill the car up.

"You wouldn't want that to happen now, would you?" our resident bully asked, to which the wide-eyed captive responded by shaking his head no, going cross-eyed - presumably after having taken a sniff - and coughing into his tight tapegag.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. Now you better shut the fuck up and stay quiet! If I hear so much as a peep coming out of your little face-hole, I swear on my mother's head I will fuckin' shove this big filthy pouch inside your mouth and make you fuckin' wash it! Do I make myself clear?" Brody thundered, causing poor Sam to eagerly nod his head yes and lower his eyes down in unquestionable submission.

"Good! Now be a good little bitch and get your little face back inside there." the huge behemoth growled, tossing his pungent loincloth back into the stinking bag before forcing our prisoner's head back in and zipping it shut.



As you can probably imagine, Sammy didn't dare utter even a single word after that exchange.

Brody used the bag as a footrest and kept wantonly pressing his sneakered soles into it, no doubt hoping to get a reaction by pushing his captive's gagged face further down into the smelly clutter. But even so, nary the faint hint of a stray complaint made it out past the tapegagged prisoner's tightly sealed lips.

Sammy remained a perfect model of tranquillity after that - serving as none other than beefy Brody's personal footrest for the remainder of the lengthy drive to Chad's place. Having Brody on the team certainly had its merits. That much was now obvious.

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[Lovethemsocks]

This is going great! Poor Sammy being tied up and receiving the business end of that jockstrap! Haha

[jammer212]

Love this story dude, can't wait to see the next parts