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bondagefreak wrote: 9 months ago
Sexy Matt would undoubtedly have no qualms about using your face as a seat for his fat ass. He'd probably enjoy that. You wanna serve as a seat for him whilst also being bound? Damn. How bound would you like to be? Mummified from neck to toe? What about your mouth? Gag or no gag?
Being mummified would be fantastic but I would be bound in any way that Matt preferred. As for the gag, to begin no. I want to pleasure him as much as I can. Once he has gotten to climax, I would be happy to remain under him while gagged. Let him play some video games or scroll on his phone while I remain under him. As for the gag, why not kill two birds with one stone and let me clean his laundry
Bradstick wrote: 9 months ago
As for the gag, why not kill two birds with one stone and let me clean his laundry
Expanding on your idea of killing two birds with one stone by serving as Matt's seat while laundering his stuff, why not service Matt and help big bad Brody out with his laundry? Brody's seldom-washed lucky jock-pouch is in dire need of a good laundering.
Either way, Brody, Chad and Hunter would undoubtedly be quite jealous of Matt and want useful "laundry seats" of their own.
I wonder if there'd be enough volunteers here to satisfy all four of them.
bondagefreak wrote: 9 months ago
Expanding on your idea of killing two birds with one stone by serving as Matt's seat while laundering his stuff, why not service Matt and help big bad Brody out with his laundry? Brody's seldom-washed lucky jock-pouch is in dire need of a good laundering.
To that I would not be opposed, call it team spirt. And if I had been in the backseat with Brody, I would have been screaming into that gag for the chance to taste that sweaty jock. Our poor sub has no idea how close he was to the holy grail
bondagefreak wrote: 9 months ago
Expanding on your idea of killing two birds with one stone by serving as Matt's seat while laundering his stuff, why not service Matt and help big bad Brody out with his laundry? Brody's seldom-washed lucky jock-pouch is in dire need of a good laundering.
To that I would not be opposed, call it team spirt. And if I had been in the backseat with Brody, I would have been screaming into that gag for the chance to taste that sweaty jock. Our poor sub has no idea how close he was to the holy grail
Oh trust me, had you been in the backseat and stuffed in Brody's infernally strong-smelling bag, you'd have been freaked out by his jock and struggling like crazy to get your face out of it. But yeah, team spirit indeed. I bet you'd be quite happy sharing a bedroom with those two; sleeping on the cluttered floor at the foot of their respective beds or sleeping in the warm beds of whichever one deemed fit to take you in for the night.
Brody would have someone to launder his stuff and take out his domineering tendencies on, and Matt would have a willing seat and would undoubtedly make heavy use of your mouth. Bradstick paradise
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 6 - INTO THE FIRE
After practically being tickled to death, suffocated for minutes on end with Matt's giant ass and then having the absolute most horrendous of farts detonated into his defenceless sniff-holes, things finally started looking up for my unlucky younger stepbrother. Even whilst we busily freed his scrawny limbs and slowly unwrapped the seemingly unending layers of sticky tape that covered his mouth and orbited his face, Brody publicised his opposition by showering our ward with a series of threats and the promise of dire consequences should he get mouthy or attempt to run away.
Sammy was technically my responsibility, what with me being his designated babysitter and all, but Brody had obviously taken a very special interest in the kid and had apparently seen fit to take on the role of the enforcer; something I was all too happy to go along with. As far as enforcers went, beefy Brody was an absolute tyrant.
In any case, Sammy was promptly freed and completely released from his restraints. We kept a close eye on him, but as per captain Chad's own invitation, he was graciously allowed to relieve himself, shower and eat.
Had I been in Sam's position, I most definitely wouldn't have been too happy having to dry my face and body off using Chad's bath towel, but seeing as how my faggy little stepbrother was secretly into guys and whatnot, I imagine he was quite content using the same towel our heavily-tattooed team captain had previously dried his pits, crack and junk with.
Confident that our scrawny captive wouldn't dare make an ill-fated escape now that Brody was on his case and acting as an overeager overseer, I lowered my guard down, enjoyed a few drinks with the guys and had fun watching and commenting on the football game that animated the large living room TV.
It took a while for me to notice Sammy and Hunter's absence, but after departing from the festive living room and roaming around the place for a bit, I found my freshly-showered and still damp-haired younger stepbrother in Hunter's smelly bedroom...sitting on Hunter's dishevelled bed, wearing one of Hunter's hopelessly oversized thick grey hoodies.
I couldn't help but smirk upon finding them there, quietly sitting side by side; their eyes glued to the slightly dated bedroom TV and their hands and fingers tightly clutched around a set of old-school video game controllers.
The exceptionally hunky star quarterback dwarfed his eighteen-year-old guest by a rather incredible margin. Even from their seated position on the cluttered bed, it would've been impossible to miss how glaringly mismatched they both were.
Hunter had his guest dwarfed by a full head; his broad-shouldered frame and mesmerisingly massive arms appearing even larger and more intimidating than usual due to the scrawniness of Sammy's comparatively puny ones.
The thick hoodie draped over my damp-haired stepbrother's upper frame was so large and so hopelessly oversized that it reached all the way down to his lower thighs and concealed much of the loose-fitting gym shorts he had on. He really was quite cute just sitting there, gaming next to the hulking quarterback and wearing his secret crush's preposterously oversized hoodie.
The musty room positively REEKED of musk, foot odour and sweaty gear, but even though the exceptionally brawny quarterback's overflowing gear bag lay just a couple of meters away, hatefully spewing its downright eye-wateringly pungent fumes, Sammy's mouth produced nary a complaint. His nose occasionally scrunched up and his face betrayed regular hints of unspoken displeasure, but he nevertheless did a rather phenomenal job at keeping them silent.
"Aw, there you are. I thought I'd find you in here." I casually spoke, teasingly flashing my instantly annoyed stepbrother a wink while at the same time keeping his secret crush in the dark as to the true nature of my meaning.
A quick glance at the old TV screen was all I needed to identify the highly addictive game of Vampire Survivors they were playing. I might've been tempted to join them had the combined stench of Chad and Hunter's gear bags not reeked so bad.
"Lemme know if he gives you any trouble." I told the bedroom's hulking occupant, admittedly for no other reason than to tease and degrade my sometimes irksome younger stepbrother. Hunter tore his eyes off the screen and gave his puny gaming buddy the briefest of glances before finally looking my way and giving me a nod of approval.
I left the two of them to their game; closing the bedroom door behind me and slowly making my way back to the more lively living room. As it turns out, Sammy would be able to enjoy Hunter's company for almost two hours before our heavily tattooed team captain received a text message alerting us all to a fateful change of plans.
"Yo. Guys. Guys!" he spoke, muting the TV volume and quieting the raucous living room as if wanting to make an announcement.
Everyone fell silent as our stupendously well-built captain broke the news to us. "I just got a text from Ryan. One of the hot cheerleader chicks I hooked up with a few months ago is throwing a party at her parent's place. Corey, Shawn and the rest of the guys'll be there."
"Are we going?" Matt asked, to which our brawny team captain was rather quick to respond.
"You bet we are!" *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT* "There's a pool, and from what Ryan says, there'll be loads of chicks and a ton of booze." he casually announced, only briefly pausing his response in order to let rip one of his thunderous signature farts.
Hunter paused his video game when we excitedly barged into his room and informed him - and my stepbrother - about the party taking place on the other side of town. Our star quarterback was predictably enthused by the news and showed even more enthusiasm upon finding out some hot booty would be there along with most of our team and a good amount of alcohol.
It wasn't until one of my fellow guests interrupted the raucous banter that we were instantly reminded of the small dilemma this unforeseen change of plans left us with.
"Hey, but wait. What about him?" Joey asked, causing everyone in the room to temporarily fall silent and turn to face a visibly disquieted Sammy.
Chad, Matt and Hunter appeared deep in thought, quietly contemplating what to do with the apartment's youngest occupant, but no less than five seconds passed before Brody once again took matters into his own hands and authoritatively verbalised the only viable course of action.
"That won't be a problem." he decidedly grumbled, as he quietly exited the smelly bedroom without even offering a hint of an explanation. Sammy disapprovingly frowned upon hearing the sound of our preemptive chuckling, but it wasn't until Brody returned and made his intent known by silently tossing his own infernally reeking duffle bag down to the cluttered bedroom floor that the little guy went wide-eyed and tried making a run for it.
"Get him!" Captain Chad excitedly roared, as he barreled towards the scrawny teen, instantly inciting myself and the rest of the team to do the same.
Poor Sammy barely managed to make it off of Hunter's bed before being group-swarmed and crushed down beneath a tidal wave of brawny football jocks. We collectively fell on top of him, all seven of my very brawny colleagues and I clumsily tripping over each other as we rushed to subdue the fleeing captive.
The diminutive dweeb tried getting some semblance of a call for help out as he was being manhandled to the floor, but the immense weight that suddenly landed atop him had for effect of muffling his attempts and knocking the wind right out of his lungs. He was toast! But as it turns out, so were we.
Matt and I were the first to grab a hold of Sammy and tackle him down to the bedroom floor. But even so, our would-be cheers were abruptly cut short when Chad, Hunter, Brody and the rest of the team unnanouncedly landed atop our own suddenly winded bodies. I would've probably found it funny had it not been for the fact that I couldn't breathe under their combined weight and genuinely felt as though I was being crushed to a pulp.
"Get his legs! Get his legs! Hold his hands! Get the rope!" came a series of barked orders even as Matt and I scrambled to get out from beneath the suffocating dogpile.
Poor Sam, however, was nowhere to be seen. Even with Matt and myself temporarily withdrawing from the jostling throng, my stepbrother's meagre 140-pound frame remained buried and out of sight. Nary a care was given to the fact that he was so much smaller and infinitely more fragile than we were. I had to peer into the throng and actually look for the little guy in order to spot the only part of him still visible - his hairy dome - and come to the realisation that gargantuan-bummed Brody was sitting squarely on top of his face.
Judging from the beefy tyrant's victorious grin and the fact that he just sat there triumphantly showing off his pits and flexing his huge arm muscles for all to see, it was a safe bet to assume he was enjoying his position and deriving significant pleasure from the sensation of getting his hole sniffed. The fact that his victim was unwilling seemed not to bother him in the slightest.
Unconcerned by my - and Matt's - temporary retreat, the rest of the brawny team happily swarmed atop their defeated victim. I watched from the sidelines as they wrestled the outgunned midget over on his stomach and watched as colossal hands eagerly reached out and forcibly crushed Sammy's puny wrists behind his back.
Matt was rather quick to re-enter the melee, but seeing as how the seven guys swarming atop my downed stepbrother were all endowed with infinitely greater size and strength than he was, I felt like a third wheel and didn't exactly feel as though my assistance was required.
Still, I too assertively made my way back into the meaty throng; barging into the cacophonic fray and forcibly wedging my own admittedly quite muscular frame in between two of my dauntingly broad-shouldered colleagues.
A tangible surge of adrenaline filled the air as we huddled around and atop our scrawny victim; our annoyingly cumbersome frames competitively jostling around and our sizeable arms bulging rather wildly as we forcibly subdued the incapacitated twink's nimble limbs.
Untold coils of rope were pulled into the frenzy before thick police-grade zip-ties the likes of which I'd never seen were swiftly passed around and dutifully secured around the panicked prisoner's wrists and ankles.
*CLICK* *CLICK*
*ZZZZZZZZZIP*
*ZZZZZZZZZIP*
Getting our captive-ward properly bound up and secured would prove a truly arduous and lengthy affair, I knew. Mostly due to the sheer number of hands that hungrily fought for involvement in the chaotic restraining process.
Poor Sammy occasionally managed to poke his head out of the suffocating melee, but his numerous attempts at voicing a complaint and getting a call for help out proved ill-fated at best. Not by intent, mind you, but rather, due to his unfortunate proximity to my very angrily tenting crotch.
I tried backing away so that he could get his head out from in between my satiny basketball shorts-clad thighs, but manoeuvring backwards and putting any amount of distance between myself and his face was easier said than done...what with the rest of the brawny team eagerly huddling around us in an attempt to get in on the action.
"Smmmpph hmmph pphhggh..." the scrawny twerp at one point managed to protest; his speech muffled by my sack and his eyes angrily narrowing on the giant and now-very-erect tent that sprouted up from my crotch and rode all the way up past his nose, eyes and forehead.
The poor dweeb legit could not get away from my giant tent. The desperate shaking of his head and his understandably spirited attempts at getting his face and nose out from underneath my colossal protrusion only had for effect of hardening my already-engorged boner and causing additional blood flow to rush into my crotch.
When finally I managed to back away and free his face of my furiously tenting shorts, the sod let out a series of coughs before emitting what would've surely been a desperate-sounding call for help.
"HELLLLLmmpphhh." was the only thing he managed to get out before Matt and one of my fellow guests - a guy named Kyle - rushed to cover his face with their meaty palms.
"Shut him up! Cover his mouth!" captain Chad assertively barked, as he continued commandingly orchestrating the collective restraining effort.
"Yeah. Shove Brody's pouch in there!" one of the jocks laughingly suggested.
"Use a sock. Gag him with one of your shitty fucks." another one chimed in, referring to the sweat-soaked vinegary-scented stinkbombs currently simmering inside my jet-black Nike Tns. The same shitty fucks Sammy had been bitching, complaining and nagging me about for the past week and a half or so.
My colleagues were right of course. If we were to sack him back up and keep him stashed away in Brody's bag for the remainder of the evening, Sammy would most definitely need to be gagged. Properly gagged. We couldn't risk him drawing unwanted attention to himself and we certainly couldn't trust him not to try calling for help while we were gone.
Now look, I realise I'm recounting something that already took place and that your input won't actually change what ended up transpiring that day, but still, I'm genuinely curious.
Had you been in charge of helping us sack the dweeb and had you been tasked with preventing any would-be calls for help from leaving his mouth, what would you have done? Where would you have sourced his gag from?
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Holly crap that chapter was hot! I love that each of the players are getting a turn sitting on his face! As for the poll, I went with his enforcer Brody’s stash. Ideally something fresh, as in the boxers he is already wearing. If he gonna be alone, he needs a large gag, some boxer briefs will do the trick.
My second option was Matt grabbing something of Hunters. Just as a slight dig into his step bros secret crush. I am curious if this gag will last till morning or if they plan on ungagging him when they return. Great work @bondagefreak
Great chapter! I'm glad Sammy and Hunter got to spend some actual quality time together, seems like they had a good time, or at the very least Sammy did haha. Wonder how he ended up with Hunter's hoodie on
There're far too many good options for the gag!
Mark's socks would be perfect, but something (preferably socks) from any of Brody, Matt, or Hunter would be excellent. Maybe Hunter would be the most appropriate and fun out of the three.
Among the options of hunky jocks that we have, I am most fascinated with Chad. Hence, I have chosen his socks to be the perfect gag for our captive. Hahaha what I would love to know also are their level of their foot odours
4toes wrote: 9 months ago
Among the options of hunky jocks that we have, I am most fascinated with Chad. Hence, I have chosen his socks to be the perfect gag for our captive. Hahaha what I would love to know also are their level of their foot odours
Ahaha I agree, I want to know which guys have the worst stinking feet aha.
Also, does anyone want character sheets? I spoke to Sir @bondagefreak and told him that I was finding it hard to keep track of who's who, especially as more people get added and focus shifts, and that it might be easier if there was a character sheet to put names to faces and such. I wonder, who else thinks the same as me? Maybe he might consider it if more people feel the same way. If its' okay with him of course.
OrdinaryWorld wrote: 9 months ago
@Footsub123 I'm in agreement. It is a bit tricky to remember who is who and who looks like what. Character cards would make that easier.
Also in agreement in that I want to know who has the worst feet
Aha I always love finding out who has the worst feet aha
OrdinaryWorld wrote: 9 months ago
@Footsub123 I'm in agreement. It is a bit tricky to remember who is who and who looks like what. Character cards would make that easier.
Also in agreement in that I want to know who has the worst feet
Aha I always love finding out who has the worst feet aha
I should smell them all....for science lmao
@Footsub123 me too, I am in agreement with both character sheets/cards (only if that is not too much work for our sir @bondagefreak ) and finding out who has the worst feet. Count me in also for the science project of yours
I would pick Hunter's underwear. Not just an effective silencer, and unpleasant for the senses of taste and smell, but most importantly the psycolgical torture of it being from his crush.
I said it before, but I hope that whatever Sammy did to get in trouble in the first place was worth it considering the level of punishment he is taking.
I wonder if he will get more quality time with hunter after they return from the party.
I say it would be fitting if Sammy were to be gagged with something from Hunter's stash. His socks, jock, etc, I'm sure Sammy would rather be happy to enjoy something from his secret crush. Probably help take his mind off of Brody's gear bag.
Sammy surely loves being manhandled by all those muscular hunks. Glad he got to spend some time with Hunter hopefully he gets some more soon. On that note I voted for huntets gear
Footsub123 wrote: 9 months agoAlso, does anyone want character sheets? I spoke to Sir @bondagefreak and told him that I was finding it hard to keep track of who's who, especially as more people get added and focus shifts, and that it might be easier if there was a character sheet to put names to faces and such. I wonder, who else thinks the same as me? Maybe he might consider it if more people feel the same way. If it's okay with him of course.
OrdinaryWorld wrote: 9 months ago@Footsub123 I'm in agreement. It is a bit tricky to remember who is who and who looks like what. Character cards would make that easier.
MAIN CHARACTERS
MARK - THE NARRATOR & OLDER STEPBRO
SAMMY - THE VICTIM & YOUNGER STEPBRO
CHAD - THE BALLSY TEAM CAPTAIN
HUNTER - THE STAR QUARTERBACK
MATT - THE SUPER SEXY UBER-JOCK
BRODY - THE BIG BAD LINEBACKER
Footsub123 wrote: 9 months agoAlso, does anyone want character sheets? I spoke to Sir @bondagefreak and told him that I was finding it hard to keep track of who's who, especially as more people get added and focus shifts, and that it might be easier if there was a character sheet to put names to faces and such. I wonder, who else thinks the same as me? Maybe he might consider it if more people feel the same way. If it's okay with him of course.
OrdinaryWorld wrote: 9 months ago
@Footsub123 I'm in agreement. It is a bit tricky to remember who is who and who looks like what. Character cards would make that easier.
MAIN CHARACTERS
MARK - THE NARRATOR & OLDER STEPBRO
SAMMY - THE VICTIM & YOUNGER STEPBRO
CHAD - THE BALLSY TEAM CAPTAIN
HUNTER - THE STAR QUARTERBACK
MATT - THE SUPER SEXY UBER-JOCK
BRODY - THE BIG BAD LINEBACKER
* THESE THREE ARE UNIMPORTANT TO THE PLOT & ONLY APPEAR AS CAMEOS.
* READERS OF BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG ARE ALREADY FAMILIAR WITH THIS GROUP.
Thanks for this!! Greatly appreciated on this my good sir. It is exciting and quite fun seeing cameo appearances of your other creations (Joey, Chris, Kyle, and the names of Shawn and Corey).
Sammy and Hunter seemed to have a good thing going, so I think the sensible option would be to help Sammy get used to Hunter just that little bit more through a gag from his stuff.
