THE TWINK & THE JOCK (M+/M) *NEW CHAPTER JUNE 17*

[OrdinaryWorld]

Definitely keen to see this great tale get its rightful end despite the text issues! Thank you :)

[bondagefreak]

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER, GUYS.
RE-READING THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER COMES HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

@Blue Ice @OrdinaryWorld @Mummybag @GoBucks @Socksbound @blackbound @Ossassin @Pup Wingletang @4toes @sock slave boy @squirrel @Red86 @socjuc @gag1195 @noarmgr @Wedgieboy69 @ChairBoy @sami200456boyfriend @Tsuhaya @Pup @vincenzotognolo22 @Paris_bondage @Ropelover98 @LittleGagged13 @harveygasson @Lovethemsocks @jammer212 @thespy @Msueta@2 @Stormee @CrownedLoy76 @Footsub123 @Bradstick @gaggedgent @Kishi @Sneakerlover1079 @Subboi @Footsub @Eros95 @Calmbird144 @pagehorton470 @Hornysub @ShadowHusky @WhereAmI

[bondagefreak]

CHAPTER INDEX
A "CLICK-TO-READ" LIST OF CHAPTERS DESIGNED TO MAKE FINDING SPECIFIC SCENES A LOT EASIER

AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE

THE TWINK & THE JOCK

CHAPTER 31 - WHAT GOES AROUND...

For reasons that will very soon become amply clear, this next part of my weekend adventure at the college dorm is proving rather difficult to share. I’ll do my best to give you guys an accurate description of what ended up transpiring that night - along with all the tasty details - but know that I do so reluctantly and with no small amount of lingering embarrassment.



It was well past 1 AM by the time my rowdy teammates had retreated to their respective bedrooms, leaving me alone on the large couch with a pair of pillows and the musty-smelling sleeping bag my buddy Brody had lent me. Our tumultuous evening had been nothing short of wild, but even though the adrenaline still coursed through my veins and the loose-fitting boxers covering my unappeased crotch remained fiercely tented, rest came to me rather easily that night.

I still remember closing my heavy eyelids, satisfied with the knowledge that Sammy was securely gurneyed down and preventatively silenced. The wadding that occupied his mouth consisted of socks; the same vinegary-scented stinkbombs that had only a short while ago been forcibly peeled off my sweaty feet. A formidable stuffing if ever there was one.



The eighteen-year-old runt wouldn’t be causing us any trouble, and he most certainly wouldn’t be escaping Andrew’s gurney or getting any call for help out. My teammates and I could rest easy. And rest easy I did.

The angry erection tenting up my thin boxer shorts throbbed as I loosely and somewhat tiredly clutched my fingers around it. I fell asleep like that; lying on my back, one hand inside my baggy boxer shorts and the other one resting atop the lofty red sleeping bag's slippery nylon exterior.




I had no idea how long I was asleep for, but judging by the ambient darkness and the lack of any perceivable sunlight emanating from the large living room windows, I must not have been out for very long before abruptly being woken out of my slumber.

A monumental weight the likes of which felt like ten adult elephants unannouncedly landed atop my unprepared form; knocking the wind right out of my lungs and startling me awake.

I gasped and struggled to be free of whatever it was that had landed on top of me, but the lofty red sleeping bag zipped halfway up my body proved a serious hindrance to my efforts. It felt as though the entire ceiling had somehow collapsed and crashed down on top of me, and in my stupor, I actually thought that was the case.

More out of instinct than anything else, I remember opening my mouth to scream; hoping not only to rouse my teammates from their sleep but to alert them of the imminent danger we were in. The reality of my predicament was only made a bit clearer when, before even the first syllable had left my gaping orifice, the absolute broadest of beefy palms swiftly clamped down atop my face, effectively preventing my would-be call for help.

"HELmppphhhhh..."


That was the first clue. The second one came in the form of strange noises. And by strange noises, I mean sounds reminiscent of ragged, raspy breathing. The ragged syphoning of air came not from one direction, but seemingly from all around me. It was loud, chaotic, dissonant and disconcerting. Frighteningly so.

*HFF. KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF*
*KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF. KFF*
*KFFF. HHFF. KKKFFFF. HFFF*

Only when one of the small living room lights was turned on did I recognise my teammates; all four of them wearing the downright freakish, head-engulfing gas masks they had worn at last year’s Halloween party, and all four of them clad in nothing but their underwear - save for captain Chad who was stark naked from the neck down.





The four of them brutishly converged on my position; piling atop my struggling form with unrestrained brutishness and seemingly little concern for my well-being. The muffling palm keeping my screams at bay briefly faltered, slipping away from my face and allowing a frantic yelp to pierce the dissonance of ragged breathing.

Even as I struggled to draw breath from under the combined weight of their bodies, I found myself crying and laughing upon coming to the realisation that I was in no actual danger. Of course, my amusement immediately turned to panic when my half-protesting, half-laughing face suddenly found itself trapped between huge thighs, smothered by bulging underwear-clad crotches and then buried beneath captain Chad’s immensely suffocating, watermelon-sized bums.

Naturally, I struggled like mad to get out of there, but the instant my face emerged from the smothering fray, the monstrous palms that had previously lost track of me eagerly closed in and promptly clamped down around my face. Going by their astonishing size and width, I instantly knew they could only be Hunter's.

I tried telling him to get his paws off me, but "Smppphhhhh..." was the only audible complaint I could seemingly muster. The star quarterback's palms were just utterly speechproof.



No reassuring words or hint of laughter greeted my ears. Only the cacophonic orchestra of air noisily rushing in and out of their foggy-eyed gas masks filled the otherwise eerie living room.

*HFF. KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF*
*KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF. KFF*
*KFFF. HHFF. KKKFFFF. HFFF*

Having previously tried on one of those masks, I knew that their tight fit around the chin and nose rendered articulation difficult. So it came as no particular surprise to me that communication between my burly assailants was kept to a bare minimum and limited mostly to indecipherable grunts and hand gestures; something which inadvertently contributed to the intimidating and downright frightening nature of the takedown.

I couldn't see their faces, I couldn't see their eyes, and none of them were laughing. Were it not for the fact that I knew who they were and knew that I was just being messed with, I would’ve been terrified shitless. You would have been as well had you been in my place.



In any case, it didn’t take long for my vehement struggling and genuine cries for help to dwindle down into muffled laughter and half-hearted squirming. I knew when I was beaten, and I was smart enough to recognise a hopeless cause when I saw one.

Had I been faced with only Matt, or even Hunter, I would’ve definitely fought back and struggled with more vehemence. One-on-one, I knew I'd be hard-pressed to hold my own against either of them. Especially Hunter, whose sizeable arms dwarfed my own and whose weight left me at a notable disadvantage. Both of them together would’ve been more than a match for me. Adding Brody and then captain Chad into the mix was just overkill. Even on my best day, I could not hope to defeat either of them, let alone all four combined.





I knew the quickest way to get this humiliating experience over with was to simply surrender and let them have their couple minutes of fun at my expense. After all, I’d witnessed these antics being dished out on a number of my colleagues and had even participated in them on a few occasions. In the spirit of fairness, I guess it sorta made sense for me to end up being hazed and messed with as well from time to time.

All that to say that I was a good sport and that I had every intention of letting my gas-masked assailants have their brief moment of fun with me. That is, until I was lifted up off the couch and given an up-close view of the downright horrifying fate that awaited me.

On the carpeted floor at the centre of the dimly lit room lay the heavy-duty restraint gurney. Only this time, Sammy wasn't on it. In fact, my little runt of a scrawny stepbrother was nowhere to be seen. The supremely well-padded medical stretcher had been liberated of its previous guest, and the unfathomably numerous restraint straps that jutted out from both sides of it had been splayed open and prepared - apparently in anticipation of the new guest it would soon be hosting. In other words, me.

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[socjuc]

HOT HOT HOT!!!!

I love that the gang is keeping it in the family!

the takedown with the masks was awesome. And Mark's easy surrender has played well into the gang's hands...the realization as to where Mark is now going to be subjected to....ultra HOT! Do you think he has a boner now?

I really wonder, do we think the jocks turned on Mark coz he didn't partake as much as they did in the earlier festivities they inflicted on his stepbrother?

Looking forward to see if Mark can endure his fate! Hmmm I wonder where Sammy is?

[Bradstick]

What a surprise! I was not expecting this outcome but I am not complaining. The real question I have is where is Sammy!

[ShadowHusky]

What a fascinating narrative twist! I love seeing this juxtaposition from our writers' previous position in the story!

[OrdinaryWorld]

Oh... OH!

Wonder what happened to Sammy and why they decided to release him and replace him with Mark What they're doing seems rather excessive! Just fucking chill guys!!

Maybe Sammy finally got his break and he's curled up in Hunter's bed, haha.

[thespy]

Oh wow! what an interesting and quite hot twist with all the hunks! Now our stepbrother's boners will be fully exposed for everyone to see and play with hehe.

Sammy is missing!? oh boy... I feel he is trapped somewhere else, or maybe he will be brought out later to be together with his stepbro.

[vincenzotognolo22]

So hottt!!! What a nice comeback

[Socksbound]

What a twist!!

I wonder where Sammy is? Hopefully still tightly bound and in Hunter’s bed, unless Brody claimed him as his bitch like he threatened.

Awesome hot turn of events. Please don’t keep us waiting too long for the next part. The anticipation will be too much

[GoBucks]

Wow I did not see the tables turning like that! So hot!

I wonder where Sammy is. Free and in on this plot twist or stashed somewhere like Brody's closet?

So glad to see this continue!

[Wedgieboy69]

I have a feeling that Sammy's situation is somehow worse then the gurney.

I wonder if the attack on Mark is a random prank, or is there more to the story? Payback? Revenge?

[Subboi]

Mark was enjoying himself too much and the rest of the gang took good note of that.

[Pup Wingletang]

Great twist! No immediate danger? Has Mark forgotten the previous day and just how charged up everybody is? That final image of the gurney waiting to embrace him is brilliant. I'm sure it will be up to holding its new guest.

[socjuc]

I just noticed that URLs within signatures are messed up since the site changes. Mine was and I fixed it.

I happened to notice @Pup Wingletang and @squirrel signatures no longer function properly also. Others may want to have a look.

Cheers

[bondagefreak]

I just noticed that URLs within signatures are messed up since the site changes. Mine was and I fixed it.
I happened to notice @Pup Wingletang and @squirrel signatures no longer function properly also. Others may want to have a look.

It's nice of you to look out for us, my friend. I'm afraid it's not just signatures though. As I explained on the forum Headline section a while back (see here: FORUM NEWS all links on the forum are broken. They all lead to tugstories.com (which currently is locked by a previous host and no longer exists until we reclaim it). That means banners, the story catalogue, the chapter indexes, the lists of stories, etc are all broken.

Those who want to fix those links simply need to follow the instructions on the above-mentioned post and change the .com to .blog.

I did so for my banner and list of stories two weeks ago, but seeing as how we'll eventually be able to reclaim the .com web address, I won't fix the chapter index links and everything else. Those will work again as soon as our previous address unlocks. Then we'll need to re-edit to .blog addresses back to .com.

[bondagefreak]

@socjuc @Bradstick @ShadowHusky @OrdinaryWorld @thespy @vincenzotognolo22 @Socksbound @GoBucks @Wedgieboy69 @Subboi @Pup Wingletang Thanks for commenting and keeping the forum alive, guys. I really appreciate the comments.

We've been back up for two weeks, but even though I've received tons of PMs and messages expressing relief at having the site back up, it seems most users are choosing to remain silent and only interact via PMs for some reason

I've been away for a week, but even though forum activity is booming, it's like the M/M side is just completely dead. In a week, I have missed literally nothing. Where is everyone? Why are 98% of the ones logging in every day choosing to remain mute?

Are we really going to let M/M disappear from the board? I hate to say this, but a forum like this one doesn't survive on private PM exchanges and private RPs. Less board interactions = less threads of interest = less traffic = less new members = less comments = less authors = less stories = a dying board.

If you're in the silent majority and part of the hundreds of users who keep logging in every day without every saying anything, consider that this place is seeing a serious decline in M/M content and activity, and that reversing the trend is a group effort that requires all of us to chip in and keep the board alive. If you like the forum, why not keep it alive by contributing from time to time? I'm not saying this to make anyone feel bad or guilty. We post here on a voluntary basis. Just keep in mind that this forum is a group effort and that it will not survive without your participation. It's a group effort.

If this place means anything to you, then please help us keep it alive. We need you.

[bg23]

So, admittedly, I opened this story to see what it was about so the only chapter I've read is this final one... But wow, that was an unbelievable piece of writing!!. I'm so excited to find out what happens to our main man.. And what happened to Sammy? Is he behind all this somehow? Oh, well... All I know is I've got to give this all a proper read! Awesome job!!

[Red86]

Hum, while I'm not surprised by the latest twist, I wasn't expecting it either!

Wonder what happend to poor Sammy. Surely he hasn't been let go, has he? Wonder if Mark will get anymore shut eye or if he'll be kept up all night while being secured to the same gurney his little step bro was formally strapped to. I guess it'll be a long night and late morning after all

[Bradstick]

I can’t say i haven’t noticed the same thing. I myself haven’t been writing anything for this site in quite a while. Still I absolutely love this story and your other. I do hope you continue writing!

I have said once but I will say it again, that last chapter was quite the twist. I still want to know what fate has Sammy been disposed too! I can’t wait to find out what kind of torture these gas mask individuals have planned for their two guests! I doubt it will smell very good!

[Stormee]

And going back a chapter to remember what happened, quite a long night of a team bonding there. Poor Sammy just in the center of it all.

But now Mark not getting any sleep as getting bombarded by his friends and being greeted with the gurney. Wonder where Sammy is then if he's not the resident strapped in it currently. But now it will have a new one and can't wait to see how this plays out.

[Ossassin]

On your topic of the board, it all feels so transitory, I’m just waiting for the site to lockdown or settle again and only once it feels more rooted will I feel more comfortable to let my hair down.
Having said that I’ve been on a weird bit of my life lately (good weird, just a lot of changes) so have held off cause of that too.

[OrdinaryWorld]

On your topic of the board, it all feels so transitory, I’m just waiting for the site to lockdown or settle again and only once it feels more rooted will I feel more comfortable to let my hair down.

Same with me. We never know when the whole site will go offline again, and if it does how long it will be down for. What's the point in interacting a tonne when it could all just be uprooted?

[bondagefreak]

@Ossassin @OrdinaryWorld
I'm a little confused as to why the both of you felt the need say this. Both of you are among the forum's more active M/M participants. You both have hundreds of posts and are still actively participating and promoting board activity.

My plea for help was directed towards the silent majority. I was addressing the hundreds of silent M/M readers who keep logging in every day and who scamble to message me on DA, Tumblr or ThisVid every time the site goes down, but who revert to silence the minute we're back online. The read-only/PMs-only culture is slowly but assuredly killing the M/M side of this site. The rest of the forum is active. But aside from a handful of M/M story threads, the rest of the forum (including Tugs talk) is completely devoid of M/M activity.

From what I hear, this site is like a second home to a lot of people. Yet I am left puzzled at the willingness of so many to let this "second home" dwindle down into an inactive ghost town. A forum like this doesn't survive on an active membership of 15.



As for the recent board instability, we should not have to change hosts again. The only foreseeable change will be our attempt to reclaim the .com address in two months time.

As a reminder, we were on the same host from 2017-2025.
The recurring server blackouts (in 2023-2024) and the exorbitant hosting costs motivated Chad to move us to a new host a few weeks ago. Regretably, this new host that was supposed to be our home had a no-adult site policy in their fine print. This required Chad to take the board down only 24 hours later and once again begin the process of shopping for a new hosting site (one that allowed hosting of adult sites and that wouldn't rip us off money-wise) and downloading/moving/reinstalling the board.

Aside from standard board maintenance every few months, we should be back to the smooth sailing we enjoyed pre-2023.

[bondagefreak]

So, admittedly, I opened this story to see what it was about so the only chapter I've read is this final one... But wow, that was an unbelievable piece of writing!!. I'm so excited to find out what happens to our main man.. And what happened to Sammy? Is he behind all this somehow? Oh, well... All I know is I've got to give this all a proper read! Awesome job!!

Welcome to the adventure, buddy. Always a thrill seeing your name pop up in the comments. I'm glad to hear you found the latest chapter enjoyable, even without the context of the previous 30. Hopefully, you get to enjoy the story in its entirety.

Keep us updated on your progress if you do get down to reading from the start. Cheers!