BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG (M+/M+) *CHAPTERS 1-333*

[Snozzberry]

Steven tied up is a good thing. Steven smelling sneakers is a good thing, Steven finally realizing he is a slave opens lots and lots of possibilities for Steven to be a true submissive (as long as he remember to say Yes Master Nick, Yes Master Brad and then obey orders.

[Snozzberry]

Very riviting story. I just finished chapter 16 "Making Progress" and thought for sure that innocent little Stevie Boi was about to become a Tree Hugger for the rest of the day.

[bondagefreak]

Very riviting story. I just finished chapter 16 "Making Progress" and thought for sure that innocent little Stevie Boi was about to become a Tree Hugger for the rest of the day.

Welcome to the adventure @Snozzberry
Glad you're enjoying the start of Steven's wild ride so far.
Keep us posted on your progress. Cheers!

[Snozzberry]

Actually i like alot of different types of stories involving young submissive men but most of the time my old brain doesn't remember things after so many chapters and I have to stop for awhile. I'm 71 and sometimes my rememberer doesn't rememberer what it's spose to be remembering to be remember.

[adams.keeper]

Just started reading this and while it's obviously going to take me a while to read it all, let me just say how great the first chapters are. I'm a sucker for kidnappings so the whole setup is like candy to me.

[bondagefreak]

Welcome to the adventure @adams.keeper! Glad to hear you're enjoying the beginning of Steven's gruelling adventure. As is the case when reading longer narratives, readers are encouraged to share their thoughts irrespective of where they're at in their reading. Feel free to do so whenever you feel like it. Comments and discussions are most welcome. Enjoy the ride & have fun!

[noarmgr]

I'm starting this story again for maybe the fifth time but I'll never get tired of it! Whether it's the plot or the character development. With such a diversity of characters. I simply love this story! I would say it's in my top 3

[bondagefreak]

I'm starting this story again for maybe the fifth time but I'll never get tired of it! Whether it's the plot or the character development. With such a diversity of characters. I simply love this story! I would say it's in my top 3

Glad to hear it, buddy. I'm relieved that this story doesn't seem to have been affected by the generalised encoding errors afflicting most newer tales. Given the sheer size of it, I would've undoubtedly left the story as is until a board-wide fix could be implemented.

Either way, enjoy your re-read!

[cataylor93]

Just finished the first chapter of the third book. I confess that during the first two books. I had a hard time getting through math parts...and at times I found myself wanting Nick and Brad to face criminal charges for the obvious trauma they caused Steve...even having to skin through some parts as the situation just dragged on for poor Steve. HOWEVER, I'm begining to see why Nick was the runner-up in my Bondage Freak matching game results. He expresses a lot more qualities I appreciate and less the qualities that traumatize. His gentleness with Steve, his seemingly unvolcalized apology through paying off Steven's bills and giving him a place to live rent free is a far more effective recompense for the role he played in destroying Steven's life he had before the kidnapping. I guess the first book just hit all my discomfort buttons, but I would be lying if I said that similar events under different circumstances was not a fantasy of mine! I like the feeling of a dominate make possessing me, but I do not like feeling as if I am a possession...if that makes sense. And balancing that is hard work that takes time and careful consideration of both partners' desires and perspectives.

Looking forward to seeing how the story goes from here. It's growing on me I am sorry if I offended you or am overly critical. I am enjoying the story, but parts of the first book were difficult to read through. However you are creating some great drama and have a talent that I admire greatly!

Thank you @bondagefreak <3

[cataylor93]

Chapter 63 - Family Ties


The thought of massaging Shawn's feet was humiliating to say the least.
Doing so wasn't entirely distasteful, but the manner in which I was being coerced into doing it definitely was.

The fact that Shawn didn't even see fit to thank me, but thanked his older cousin instead, REALLY made me feel like some kinda whore...as though my services could be lent and borrowed at Nick's discretion.


Had Shawn's feet been a little cleaner, the manner in which I was being coerced into massaging them might've been easier to accept.

But who was I kidding? This was Nick's cousin! His feet were far from being as clean as mine.
They were big, REAL big. And they were smelly, to the point of making me back my head away and eye them in disgust.

Shawn was, much like his older cousin, oblivious to my problems and didn't seem to have a care in the world right now.

His socks were rancid and looked like they hadn't been washed in quite a while.
They were stinking up the place something fierce, and right away, I picked up the familiar stench of Nick's potent foot cheese...only this time, it wasn't coming from Nick. It was coming from Shawn!


"Are you gonna massage my feet or what?" the blue eyed hunk finally asked, craning his head up to see what was taking me so long.

I wanted to tell him I wouldn't. I wanted to tell him how bad his feet smelled. But a quick look at the manly stud's boyish face quickly melted my fragile resolve and forced me back into a state of quiet submission.
"Yeah. Sorry..." I mumbled, slowly lifting my hands up and taking his giant, socked foot into my palms.

The hunky stud quickly rested his head back down, closed his eyes and smiled.
He didn't see the expression of horror draped over my face as I handled his big, raunchy foot.

God! I wanted to be sick!
His feet were warm and his socks felt all moist and slimy.

Each time I pressed my thumbs into his beefy, sock-clad foot, the beastly young man would breathe out and moan.
"Yeah. Oww yeah." he purred, breathing in and out and causing his big hairy chest to heave up and down.


He kept flexing his feet and curling up his big, pungent toes, no doubt greatly enjoying what I was doing.



About fifteen minutes into the ordeal, Shawn reached into his gym bag and pulled out his laptop before sitting up a bit and eyeing the screen intently.

Aside from the occasional moaning and purring, he was being real quiet and he paid me no attention whatsoever.
I didn't even get a "Thanks Steven." or "Are you okay down there, Steven..." Nothing.


I felt sick to my stomach.
The strong fumes coming from the handsome young man's socks and nearby hightops, was simply too much for me to handle. I wanted to puke. Ugh! This was almost as bad as sniffing Nick's boots after work!




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After what seemed like forever, Nick walked into the living room to tell us that the beef patties were on the barbecue and that supper would be ready in ten minutes or so.

I gave the hunk a pleading look and couldn't help but eye him expectantly as he approached.
I thought he was gonna release me from my duties, but I was proven wrong when he just plopped his great big butt on the main couch and forced my head back towards his cousin's cheesy stinkers.
"Look at what you're doing." he ordered, scooting forward on the couch, turning my head forcefully and pointing towards Shawn's big feet.

Nick and Shawn ended up chatting for a few minutes.
I just sat on the floor between them, quietly massaging the pair of huge, stinky feet that were standing tall right in front of my face.

To them, it was as though having me on the floor like this was the most natural thing in the world.
Had they laughed or joked about it, it would've felt more normal. But no jokes were made.

Shawn HAD to know that his feet smelled really strong. He HAD to know that his socks reeked and smelled of potent foot cheese. How could he NOT know?

Yet, the hairy blue-eyed hunk made no effort to keep his large feet away from my face, nor did he offer anything even remotely close to an apology.


Neither of them paid me any attention and neither of them noticed my crinkled nose or the fact that my face was contorted into a look of serious distress. Shawn's socks smelled REALLY bad.


"Alright, I'm gonna go check the grill." Nick announced before slowly getting up and jogging out of the room. "Dude, your feet smell like shit!" he laughed, waving his hand in front of his face while making his way towards the dining room patio door.


"Haha." Shawn chuckled, wiggling his socked toes in a sickening manner and grinning widely before focusing his attention back to his laptop.

My presence wasn't even acknowledged, yet I was the one sitting on the floor at his feet and picking up the bulk of his stench!



Nick finally called us for supper and Shawn and I quickly made our way to the kitchen.

I promptly washed my hands while the two Alphas dressed their burgers and ended up doing the same, even though my appetite had shrunk considerably in the last half-hour.


The burgers were big, and I knew I probably wouldn't be able to finish the two Nick that had prepared for me.
The jocks each opened up some beers and sat down on the big leather couch, both of them with three large hamburgers on their plates.


By the time I finished dressing my burgers and joined them in the living room, they were already eating.



I quickly scampered to the smaller couch, where Shawn had been resting, but Nick apparently didn't approve.

"Psst...come here." he ordered, snapping his fingers and motioning for me to sit with them on the leather couch, right between him and his shirtless cousin.


I awkwardly managed to wedge myself in between them, and to my dismay, neither of them seemed too concerned with giving me any space even though the couch was big enough for four guys.

My left shoulder was rubbing against Nick and my right one, against Shawn.
I was literally sandwiched between the two brutes and felt so very small and scrawny.


Nick must've noticed I wasn't eating' cause he looked down at me and gave me a quizzical look before reaching for my plate and opening up one of my burgers.
"What's wrong? Your meat isn't cooked?" he asked, looking inside to see if the ground beef was pink.

"No. It's fine." I answered, annoyed at the fact that he'd just touched my food with his fingers.
He was still gross and sweaty from his workout, not to mention the fact that he hadn't showered after coming home from work. I also knew Nick well enough to know he didn't have any qualms about scratching his pits, or reaching inside his trackies to adjust his pouch while cooking. Ugh...why did he have to touch everything?!


"Eat up, before it gets cold." he told me, digging hungrily into his second burger.



We ended up watching TV for a bit.
The two jocks drank their respective beers while I drank some orange juice.

Shawn had plopped his big feet up on the coffee table and Nick did the same, before slipping his huge basketball shoes off and stinking the room up even more than it already did.

The blond muscle-god's pungent foot odour filled the room up and hit my nostrils, immediately cutting out my appetite and nearly causing me to choke on the mouthful I had yet to swallow.

I didn't even manage to finish the first burger, which Nick was all too happy to scoop up from my place and eat.

"Dude. You wanna split it with me?" he asked his cousin, looking at the remaining hamburger on my plate.

"Nah, go ahead. I'm stuffed, man. I had three big bean burritos for lunch." Shawn answered, rubbing a hand over his hard, muscular abdomen to accentuate just how full he was.


Nick scooped my plate up and ate my large hamburger in less than two minutes.
He quickly cleaned the tips of his fingers up by bringing them to his mouth and then wiping them off on his shiny black trackies.

"Thanks for the supper." I spoke, wanting to pick the plates up and head to the kitchen to escape the combined stench of their terribly smelly socked feet.


Instead of letting me get up, Nick smiled and draped his thick, heavy arm around my neck and pulled me in tight against his buff torso. "No problem, kiddo." he chuckled, using his other hand to ruffle my hair up.

The three of us spent the next hour, sitting on the couch, watching TV and lazing around.

I spent the entire time breathing through my mouth, feeling sick every time my nostrils picked up the strong stench that permeated the room.



It was about 8:30 PM when Shawn got up and told us he had to head home and get an early night.
He mentioned something about tomorrow being a big day for him.
I knew he was in college, and from the sound of it, his session was ending tomorrow and he was in the process of submitting his final project until next session began.

"I'm fuckin' sweaty, man. Mind if I hit the shower and change before leaving?" he asked, slowly getting up and stretching his beefy arms towards the sky.

"Of course not, bro. Go right ahead. You know where everything is. Just leave your towel on the counter when you're done." Nick told him.



I picked up the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher while Nick put his shoes back on and went outside to cover up the barbecue. The sun was going down and it was slowly getting dark.


Shawn came out of the shower wearing fresh clothes and quickly put his shiny black bomber jacket on.
He looked incredibly hot and handsome wearing his grey hoodie and thick Alpha Industries jacket.

Nick came back in to wish his cousin farewell and I was pleasantly surprised to hear them chat about tomorrow's workout.


Apparently, Shawn would be coming back tomorrow for another session, and this time they'd be focussing on upper body workouts.


The young jock bent down, took his laptop out of his gym bag and zipped his bag back up before wishing us both a good night. It made sense that he was leaving his stuff here, since he was coming back tomorrow afternoon.
It's not as though he'd be lifting weights and working out until then.




As soon as the handsome hunk left, Nick closed the front door and locked it before turning around and facing me.


We just stared at each other in silence for a moment.
He just stood there, shirtless, wearing nothing but his shoes and silky black trackies.
I knew he was up to something.
I could see it in his eyes.


"Go brush your teeth and put your PJs on. I want you waiting for me in the living room in five minutes." he ordered, glaring down at me before making his way towards his bedroom.

I quickly retreated to the small bedroom where I spent most of my nights, and put on a plain sleeveless shirt, blue running shorts and a clean pair of ankle socks before heading to the washroom and brushing my teeth.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was satisfied with the handsome young lad staring back at me through the reflection.

I was a little nervous about Nick's sudden change in attitude, and had to swallow a lump of saliva as I reluctantly walked into the living room and sat on the couch.



I waited and waited for what seemed like an eternity...until FINALLY, the big, sexy brute emerged from his room.

He had a severe expression on his face and I couldn't help but look on in silent apprehension as he walked up to me with a big duffle bag in his hand.

The bag looked heavy and...WAIT! I recognised that bag!
That's where he kept most of his rope and bondage stuff!


The giant hunk walked up to me and stopped dead in his tracks before letting the heavy bag drop down to the floor.

"We need to talk." he said, standing two meters tall and looming down over my seated form.

I was in serious trouble.

Amazing chapter! As I was reading through this I began to wonder if maybe Nick wasn't a match for me. He was getting pretty rough and intense, but he made perfect sense! Steven was clearly into his smells, good and bad. And denying it was only making the whole situation worse and from Nick's perspective, it was probably causing some emotional distress and confusion. I think I would fare better than Steven with Nick because I'd be more accepting of his smell, his workouts, and his habits. I'd gladly take a sweaty hug from Nick any day, thigh for the sake of hygiene, foot and body worship AFTER showering. Gaged with smelly socks, fine by me so long as I get some mouth wash afterwards...XD! The manly BBQ grill comments...I don't like them, but I'm willing to tolerate it as a compromise!

enjoying the story for real, thanks

[cataylor93]

Chapter 70 - The Loan


Nick got home and was in an uncharacteristically good mood that night. Aside from the fact that it was a bit livelier than usual due to Shawn's presence and the fact that Nick was glad to have his cousin around, things were pretty normal for me at first.

Nick changed into his workout clothes, which tonight, consisted only of his hightops and a pair of shiny blue track pants. The waistband hugged his lower torso tightly and looked a little snug around his thighs, causing the silky nylon to swoosh noisily each time he moved.

He wore no shirt and looked real proud to strut around with his big, broad pecs and massive biceps exposed.


I was allowed a few seconds of attention as the imposing hunk entered the kitchen and slowly walked behind me before wrapping his warm hands around my slim torso and craning his head down to kiss the back of my neck. Nick purred and growled in my ear, stepping forward and grinding his poorly-concealed member against my lower back.

It would've probably been more comfortable for him to grind his shaft against my butt, but our considerable height difference meant that his groin area was at the same height as my navel.

Nick's hunky stature and large muscles weren't only a source of excitement for me though. With the excitement came anxiety and apprehension. I wasn't afraid of being roughed up, but was very afraid of not being able to please the man in bed. I was inexperienced, and I knew his size, weight and predisposition at using brute force would make things more difficult for us. Especially for me.



The big boys worked out in the basement gym for over an hour, and by the time they came upstairs to eat, they were both tired and dripping sweat all over the place. Shawn had his damp muscle-shirt slung over his large torso and I could tell he'd worked out hard by the thick vein that protruded over his upper arms muscles.

Nick was sweating like a pig as well. His thick, chiselled abdomen glistened and his back and pecs were all wet. The excess blood that was pumped up into his muscles made him look even hunkier and more menacing than usual.


We sat down at the supper table and ate, neither jocks bothering to dry up or even put on some clean clothes on. Make no mistake, these guys were both hot as hell! But even so, having the two shirtless, sweat-covered cousins sit so close to me, didn't do much to help my appetite.

After emptying their plates and requesting second portions, I got their protein drinks out of the fridge and started cleaning up and loading the dishwasher.

Neither Nick nor Shawn paid me any attention and I received no thanks for the supper I'd prepared. I knew they'd enjoyed it a lot though. But I have to admit, getting some form of acknowledgement would've been nice.

The two jocks left their plates on the table and Nick invited Shawn to plop himself down on the couch while he grabbed two beers from the fridge. I cleared the table away and Nick gave me quick wink and a hard smack on the butt as he passed me and resumed his way back to the living room. I couldn't help but chuckle and blush as I loaded their plates into the dishwater and went downstairs to clean up the sweaty gym room.



By the time I came back upstairs, the two beefy studs were still sipping their beers in the living room and chatting about their workout. That's when the evening got a little more...intense.


Not knowing what else to do, I joined the two Alphas in the living room and sat on the smallest of the two couches, less than two meters away from the pair.

Nick got up about a minute later and told us that he had some packing to do for tomorrow and that he'd be back in a bit.


I kept my eyes on the TV and was careful not to glance Shawn's way, even though it was really hard for me not to stare at his large pecs and huge biceps. The young jock wasn't quite as buff as Nick yet, but he was definitely getting there. He had to weight over a hundred kilos though. That much was certain.


"Hey...why don't you come over here?" he asked, drawing my attention away from the TV and motioning for me to join him on the main couch. "Come give me a nice massage like you gave me last night." he added, smiling boyishly as he plopped his big old trainers off and tossed them to the floor.

I gave the stud's socked feet a fearful look and noticed how worn-out and dirty his white socks looked. Those were the same cheesy socks he'd been wearing yesterday!

"Nah, I think I'm gonna stay here for now." I chuckled, quickly darting my eyes back to the TV and slumping down on the couch to make myself more comfortable. There's no way in hell I was getting closer to his stinkers!

"Come on dude! My feet are killing me. Besides, you know you want them." he teased, extending a socked foot over to where my head was resting and wiggling his nasty toes.

"Owh. OWH! Dude. Cut it out! Your feet STINK!" I complained, purposefully calling him "dude", even though the word felt a little out of place coming from my lips.

He was younger than I was, and I was trying real hard to make it seem as though I wasn't suffering from an inferiority complex.

Shawn laughed a bit at my comment and eventually stopped teasing me with his foot.


Things were fine after that...right until Nick walked out of the bedroom.

"Bro!" Shawn called out to him. "Tell your little slave-boi to get over here and give me my foot massage." he laughed, probably not expecting his older cousin to actually step in and involve himself in our little scuffle.


I think we were both a little surprised when Nick walked into the living room and told me to get to it.


"Steven. Come on." he ordered, snapping his fingers to get my attention. "You heard the man."

I couldn't believe it. I was actually being ordered to give the young hunk another stupid foot massage! I huffed loudly to let Nick know I wasn't happy about this, but he wasn't taking no for an answer and gave me a severe look as I got up and sat down next to his cousin.


I barely had time to sit that Shawn was already smirking and crossing his huge feet right on top of my lap.
"Haha." he chuckled, offering me a toothy grin as he wiggled his toes and crossed his hands up behind his head.

Ugh, fuck they smelled bad!

I turned my head away to avoid the toxic fumes coming out of the young jock's putrid socks and quickly placed my hands on his sickeningly moist soles before using my fingers to start massaging them.

"Let me know if he gives you any trouble." Nick told his cousin, ruffling my hair up before turning around and heading back to his bedroom.



Shawn laughed as Nick departed, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes and throw him a hateful glance. He must've thought the whole thing to be real funny, 'cause after only a minute or two of massaging him, he just lifted a foot up to my face and teased me with it before calling me "sock boi."

"Ugh! Fuck. Quit it out!" I cried, unable to stop myself from laughing a bit as I tried to fight the annoying jock's attempts at rubbing his foot over my face.

"Come on. Just take a quick sniff." Shawn laughed, apparently as determined as his older cousin was to share his overpowering foot stench with the rest of the world. Must be a jock thing, I thought. Or maybe it was a family trait. Either way, it was gross and I hated it.


Nick walked into the living room once again, no doubt drawn here by all the commotion Shawn and I were causing.
"What's going on? Is he giving you any trouble?" he asked, standing tall and keeping his exposed chest puffed out as he spoke to his cousin.

Shawn gave me a devilish smirk before twisting the truth a bit and intentionally trying to get me in trouble.
"I think his heart just isn't in it." he laughed, grinning widely as I shot him an angry look.


Nick should've seen that we were only fooling around and that Shawn wasn't being serious. But for some reason, the older hunk wasn't in such a playful mood, and took his cousin's words a little too literally. Of course, Shawn watched the whole thing as though it was a spectacle, and failed to come to my rescue when Nick made his intentions clear.

"Alright, come here." the blond brute ordered, motioning for me to stand up and step closer to him.

"We'll be back in a minute." he told Shawn, before wrapping his left hand real tight around my upper right arm and forcefully leading me into the washroom, like a father about to punish his son.


"Niiick...come on. He was just kidding." I pleaded, trying to reason with the big, grumpy brute.

His blue trackies swooshed loudly as he walked me into the washroom, but the jock left no hint at being intent on listening to what I had to say. Still holding onto me real tight, I watched as he reached down into his dirty laundry hamper and started fishing stuff out.

It took him a while to find what he was looking for, but when I saw him pull out one of his "Go Sport" socks from the hamper, I knew I wouldn't like what he had in mind. I recognised that sock from my Monday afternoon search, and clearly remember having ruled it out as a gag due to the foul stench it was producing.


Without another word, my big muscular King led me to the privacy of his bedroom and shut the door behind us.

"Niiick." I tried to plead and reason, sinking down to my knees to try and obtain his pity.
As usual though, my pleas fell on deaf ears. Handsome he may be, but merciful he was not.

"Quiet." he snapped, forcing me up on my feet and lifting his index finger up to my face as he spoke.


I watched as he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a pair of really solid-looking, steel handcuffs. I moaned and whimpered as the police-grade cuffs were slapped around my wrists, securing my hands together in front of me.


Without any warning, the huge stud grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up off the ground before pushing me down on his bed. I was being tossed around like a rag doll.

I gasped and produced a frightened whimper as I was lifted up and thrown down onto the bed. My body produced a loud thud as it landed on the mattress, and I found myself breathing heavily as I looked up at the bedroom ceiling. There was something both scary and invigorating about being manhandled like this, I thought.

It was obvious from the amount of clothes pilled around me, that Nick had been busy packing for our upcoming weekend trip. My curiosity was piqued when I noticed a roll of duct tape and a good amount of rope, next to some of the clothes he was apparently getting ready to pack.


My attention was quickly drawn back to more pressing matters when the muscular hunk climbed onto the bed, his big, raunchy sock in one hand, and the-all-too-familiar roll of black gaffer tape in the other. I tried to squirm away, tried to lift my cuffed hands up in front of my face to form some kind of defence. But my attempts to fight back were laughable at best.

Nick grabbed my hands by the cuffs and pulled them down before crouching right over my chest and sitting his massive weight down on top of me.



I wanted to cry out and beg for mercy, but everything happened so fast and I ended up getting the air knocked out of my lungs as the beefy construction worker settled himself on my upper torso.

"Ohhf!" I breathed out, as the brutish hunk came down on me.
He weighed a TON!


Nick didn't say anything, and didn't even bother explaining to me why I was being punished. He just grabbed my hair, clamped his huge thighs around both sides of my face, pinned the back of my head down to the mattress and bunched his foul-smelling sock up before pressing it over my nose.

"Sniff it." he ordered, frowning down at me while holding the big, putrid sock over my nostrils.

"Mmmppff...NO! Nick. Waiiit!" I cried out, desperately attempting to twist my head away and reason with my captor. There was no escaping though. Not with this giant, 240-pound monster sitting on top of me.


I looked at my crush's handsome face and squinted my eyes a bit before moaning and whimpering in an attempt to soften him up.

It worked, at least for a second or two it did! But Nick quickly regained his composure and gave me a tap on the face for my trouble.
"Enough!" he barked, raising his deep, masculine voice and making me cower in fear. "I said, sniff!"

I immediately shut my eyes tight, and obeyed my Master's command, taking a whiff of his pungent foot odour and sniffing up the strong, musty scent coming out of his crumpled up gym sock.

"UGGMPPH!" I cried out, crinkling my nose in disgust as the big, beefy stud's nauseating foot stench invaded my nostrils.


"Yeah, that's right." Nick said, keeping my head pinned down to the bed and frowning down at me in a display of unbreakable resolve. Even as I choked and gagged on the smell of his big, cheesy sock, there was no sympathy in his voice and no pity in his eyes.

As far as he was concerned, I was disobedient and this was something that just had to be done.

"Now open." he ordered, giving me no time to recover from the smell of his sock, before forcefully shoving his filthy wad, past my lips and deep into my protesting orifice.

"Nnngghhh..." I started screaming, getting my mouth plugged before I even managed to get a single word out.

Unfair, would be a pale word to describe just how mismatched this contest was.

The hulking stud used his large hands and massive arms to stuff his sock into my mouth and keep my head pinned down. I struggled, desperately trying to cope with the speed and manner in which my mouth was being silenced. Before I knew it, I was chowing down on my muscular Alpha's big, filthy sock and gagging on its size and taste.


Nick didn't lose any time in unleashing his super sticky gaffer tape over my mouth to seal my gag in. I protested and coughed, but he said nothing as he yanked my hair up and brought the tape around the back of my head and over my mouth again.

The big, bad muscle-jock spent at least a whole minute gagging me, slowly wrapping the wide tape up around my face, making sure my gag was extra tight and effective. His arm muscles bulged and the enormous, nylon-clad tent rubbing against my chin, throbbed and dangled with excitement.

Nick certainly didn't go to any lengths to try and hide the fact that he was enjoying this.
Quite the opposite actually.



With my hands cuffed in front of me and my protesting moans heavily silenced, the heavy blue-eyed stud got off from on top of me and pulled me up to a standing position.

"Now you're gonna go in the living room and you're gonna do what Shawn tells you." he ordered, grabbing his thick leather work belt and clamping his hand around my upper arm before pulling me out of the bedroom.



I felt my cheeks tingle and felt my face flush as Shawn came into view and laid his eyes upon me.

"Dude! What did you do to him?!" the younger jock shot, laughing hysterically as we approached.


"I made him quieter." Nick merely replied, leading me to where his cousin was sitting.
"Sit!" he suddenly barked, ordering me to sit down on the floor, right in front of Shawn's huge, sock-clad soles.

I did as I was told and was quickly faced with the realisation that my predicament was even worse than before, since I couldn't breathe through my mouth anymore.


"Here." Nick mumbled, as he latched his wide belt around my neck and handed the loose end of it to his cousin. "If he tries to get away, you just need to pull and it's gonna choke him." he explained, causing the younger man to chuckle in amusement.

"Sweet!" the cheerful twenty year old cried out, no doubt thrilled by the prospect of having me in a choker.




Artistic rendition by the one and only LK3869



I gasped and grunted as the beefy young jock pulled on my improvised leash, testing it out and seeing how effective it was. Shawn was definitely pleased with my reaction.

If he pulled, and if I resisted or tried backing away, the leather belt would squeeze my throat and cause me to choke. The only way to stop Nick's belt from choking me was to obey Shawn's every command, and crawl forward if he pulled my leash. Of course, that was easier said than done...especially since crawling forward pretty much meant getting my face smothered up into this cocky guy's cheesy soles.


I watched in fear as the hunky young man wrapped the leather belt around his right hand and gripped it tight.
I didn't know him very well, but I knew I was at his mercy.

If Shawn proved to be even half the bully Nick was, I knew I'd be in trouble.

If I was in Steven's position, it wouldn't be the smell or general grossness of the socks and feet that bother me..in fact, I confess that I do enjoy those smells. But i would not accept being gagged with a stuffing overnight. That's unsafe as it could be a potential choking hazard. I'd accept a cleave gag using a sick or undies though. The only other issue I would have is that I would be afraid and maybe getting some kind of pathogen germ from it. The internet says that that's highly unlikely, but at some point I'm going to need to use mouthwash. I'm a little unnerved at the thought of getting some embarrassing disease. I'll accept a clean sock as a gag and would sniff the rankest of jock clothing plagued with putrid stanks of Alpha Male life! XD

[cataylor93]

Chapter 79 - The Compromise


As soon as I left the living room and walked into the kitchen, I found Nick and Shawn, sipping beers and cheerfully chatting with each other. I waited for a bit, but it became obvious that neither of them were taking note of me, I decided to make my presence known.

"Nick?" I asked, interrupting their boring conversation. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
I didn't go out of my way to hide the urgency of request, but I still managed to keep a calm and submissive expression over my face.


"Yeah, what's up?" the blond stud asked, smirking as he took a sip of his beer, straight from the bottle.

"Can we talk...in private?" I requested, offering the cocky hunk a pleading look as I slowly made my way into our designated bedroom.

The sexy stud huffed as though being summoned by me was a burden of some sort. And Shawn didn't hesitate to laugh at the spectacle his older cousin was making.

"Alright. I'll be right back." he told Shawn, taking another quick gulp of beer and before getting up and putting his bottle down on the kitchen table.



The giant, parka-clad hunk followed me into the privacy of the small bedroom and closed the door behind us.


As soon as we were alone, I sat myself on the edge of the bed and allowed my head to hang low.
I needed to convince my Alpha that I was unhappy, and decided to put up a sad front in the hopes that it would work to my advantages.

It wasn't all that hard to do either.
I was still angry and saddened by what he'd done at the grocery store earlier. So it was just a matter of allowing some of that built up emotion to seep out, and use it in a way to try and help poor Jeremy.
The boi was in trouble, and I figured he could really use a friend right about now.



"What's wrong?" Nick asked, slowly drawing closer until he was standing in front of my seated form.

The muscular stud reached for my face and cupped his leather-clad fingers around my chin before lifting it up a little.


I explained to him what had happened in the living room. Explained to him how Brad had found Jeremy yelling in his gag and making a fuss.
I told Nick that it wasn't fair and that Jeremy was gonna be punished because of what he'd done to the boi.
I wanted Nick to just go out and tell Brad what had happened. I wanted Brad to know that Jeremy wasn't being rebellious. Nick and I had been tormenting him and taking advantage of his helplessness, and now he was gonna be punished simply for trying to protest what we were doing.
It wasn't fair and Nick knew it.


For some reason though, my blond King's face didn't show any hint of remorse.
His smirk grew as I made my feelings clear and he didn't go out of his way to hide the fact that he found the whole situation to be quite funny.

I frowned a bit at the sight of his steadily growing smirk, but that just caused the hunk to chuckle.
"You're cute when you're upset." he laughed.

"Niiiick." I complained moving my head away from his grasp and glaring up at him in frustration and disbelief. "Nick, come on. I'm serious. This isn't fair!" I pleaded, trying to get him to see reason.

"No one said it was!" the jock chuckled, throwing his Nike sports cap down on the mattress before taking his giant parka off and tossing it over the bed as well.

I sighed and huffed loudly, letting him know just how dissatisfied I was about Jeremy being in trouble because of Nick's cruel torments.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't be complaining too much." he added, taking his black hoodie off and exposing his massive, t-shirt clad arms and torso. "Some would say that this is some kinda poetic justice." he continued, slowly taking his big leather gloves off.

I rolled my eyes, but I knew he was right.
In other words, I'd suffered at the hands of Brad and now I should happy that Jeremy was suffering because of Nick. Part of me did feel that way, but I knew that it was wrong.

"Nick. Please!" I begged. "It's not fair. Come on. Can't you just tell Brad what you did?"


"D'you think Jeremy would lift a finger if you were the one in his place?" Nick asked, still looking down at me with a look of amusement.

I was unwilling to answer the question and merely shrugged.
Nick was right. He probably wouldn't.

"That's right." the Alpha stated, taking my shrug for a definite "no".
"So stop trying to protect him." he ordered, lifting my chin up in his hand and forcing me to look up at his face.

I was about to answer, but before I could do so, Nick lifted his other hand and pointed his index finger right at my face. "Drop it." he snapped. "I DON'T wanna hear another word about Jeremy."


I frowned and tried to turn my head away.
The jock wasn't letting go though.
"Do I make myself clear?" he growled, now sounding quite stern and fatherly.

I was smart enough to know when to back down, and this was DEFINITELY the right time to do so.
"Yes, Sir." I answered, quickly replacing my frown with a look of defeat and misery.


"Good boi." Nick finally told me, putting his hands on my shoulders and squeezing them gently.
"Get up. Come here." he ordered, motioning for me to stand up and advance.

The giant stud took a step back as I stood up, and raised a hand up behind the back of my head before pulling me in against his torso.

"There we go." he purred, wrapping his huge arms around me and pressing me up against his broad torso.



The warmth of his muscles and the scent of his skin caused my entire body to tingle.
No matter how immature, unruly and insensitive he was at times, I couldn't deny the fact that almost everything about this man just turned me on like I never though possible.

I couldn't stop myself from purring as his giant arms wrapped around me, and couldn't stop myself from burying my face in between his strong pecs and breathing in his godly scent.
"Hmmmm." I moaned, unable to contain the flurry of emotions I was feeling.

I felt the blond muscle god plant his lips over my head and closed my eyes tight before inhaling again.
I wanted this moment to last forever.


Nick's fingers suddenly pulled at my hair and my head was roughly yanked back.
The two meter tall hunk towered above me and looked down into my eyes with his piercing blue orbs.

"Who's your daddy?" he asked, growling down at me while keeping his MASSIVE arms wrapped around my puny body.


I nearly sank to my knees when the words left his mouth.
I must've looked utterly pathetic, standing there, mouth agape, looking up at him as though he was my god.
I didn't care.

"You are, Sir. You're my daddy." I answered, eyes wide open as I took in the marvelous sight on my incredibly handsome lover's attractive face.



Nick just narrowed his eyes a bit and smirked before pulling my face back into his pecs and wrapping his beefy arms even tighter around me.
"Mhhhrrrrrr..." he growled, increasing the strength of his hug and even lifting me up off the ground a little.


The tent in his trackies was absolutely ENORMOUS at that point.
But I knew from the manner in which he was holding me and the fact that he was puckering his lips over my head, that it wasn't acting only on sexual impulse.


I didn't feel that way often, but in that short, brief moment, I felt truly loved.
For the first time since he'd taken me under his wing, it was as though I truly meant something more to him.



Yes, yes...I know what you would say. That his feelings for me were obvious and that he wouldn't be keeping me under his roof and paying for my needs if he didn't care me.
But in my defence, Nick wasn't the most outwardly expressive guy, and our relationship hadn't...progressed THAT much in the short time I'd been living with him.

Sometimes I had a hard time figuring out whether he wanted me to be his slave, his house maid or his boyfriend.
Even now, I wasn't completely sure.

But at least I knew that he felt...something, for me.




After a good thirty seconds, the hunky jock loosened his grip of me and allowed my feet to touch the floor again.
I looked up at his face, to find him staring down at me and smirking a little.
He seemed happy, even though I hadn't done anything to try and please him.

"I have a surprise for you tonight." he told me, winking at me before slowly pulling away.

"What, Sir?!" I beamed, excited to know what he was talking about.

Nick wasn't ready to spill his beans though.
"Quiet down, silly." he immediately told me. "It's not a surprise if I tell you."


"Aww...okay." I moaned, pretending to be disappointed, but smiling at the fact that he was keeping his intentions shrouded in mystery.


I was anxious to see what he had planned for tonight.
My mind began racing with possibilities.



In a matter of minutes, the case of the poor helpless boy lying on the living room couch, crying and struggling inside his bonds, quickly took a backseat in my mind and eventually escaped my thoughts.


Nick had been pretty harsh with little Jeremy just a few minutes ago.
I mean, he hardly even knew the kid, yet he had absolutely no qualms about tormenting the boi or making him cry.

My big blond Alpha didn't care about the fact that the boi was a lot younger and a LOT smaller than he was.
He didn't care that on top of being tiny and weak, he was left bound up and totally defenceless.
With Brad outside giving his younger cousin a tour of the place, and poor Jeremy all gagged up and unable to scream or call for help, the giant muscle god could act with impunity and do as he pleased.
And that's exactly what he did.


I should've been angry.
Should've been angry about the fact that Nick had lowered his huge ass over my helpless friend's face and ripped a big fart right into the gagged kid's breathing apparatus.



I should've been angry...but I wasn't.


Frankly, I didn't even care anymore.
Nick was right. Jeremy probably wouldn't lift a finger if Brad had been the one torturing me.

It was each man for himself then.
That's when I decided I'd have to look out after myself before worrying about Jeremy.
I had my own skin to save.




Even though I'd failed in my mission to convince Nick to help my fellow sub, I decided to stick to the plan and show my worth by trying to make myself useful.

I happily offered to unload and truck, which Nick allowed me to do, but only under one condition.
"You're putting this on." he told me, grabbing his super thick winter hoodie. It was the same one he wore to work every day.

It was cold outside and I hadn't brought much in the way of warm clothing.

At first, I balked about the size of it and how ridiculous I'd look wearing something that was two sizes too big.

Nick didn't care though.
He pretty much forced his big hoodie on me and warned me that I wasn't going outside without it.


I rolled my eyes as he dressed me up, but I also began feeling a little warm and tingly as my nose picked up the familiar scent imbedded in the fabric.

There could be no doubt about it. This was definitely Nick's.
My blond lover's scent was all over it.
And yes, the thick hoodie was way too big for me...but I have to admit, there was something absolutely wonderful about wearing it and letting the two other Alphas see me like this.

I was wearing my sexy Alpha's hoodie and was literally basking in his scent.

Somehow, it just felt...right.



And so, I was all smiles when the blond giant and I left the bedroom and made for the kitchen.
I happily made my way towards the front door and quickly put my shoes on before heading outside and walking up to the pickup truck.

I couldn't wait to find out what Nick had in store for me tonight.

I'm beginning to understand why Nick was runner-up for my best match. Nick displays the domination in the flavor I find most palatable. I enjoy making my partner feel loved and cared for; in fact its a big part of my role identity in relationships. His use of Daddy was also very alluring for me and his overall demeanor makes Nick an all around major turn on for me...but he is clearly the runner-up compared to Andrew and sadly its for a good reason. He really pushes my tolerance for sadistic torment and verbal degradation. Its funny how you could punch, kick, stab, and batter me up with all your muscle...but nothing cuts deeper than harsh language, yelling, and verbal bullying, at least for me. I understand that its part of the dominating process and I would definitely endure a lot of it for Nick since his gentle side is so attractive and desirable for me...but Nick could easily make me cry in sadness and potentially shatter my self-worth. Does that make me chicken s***? Am i just too sensitive for relationships like this? I don't think so. I am very brave and willing to tolerate a lot, especially when I make a strong effort to empathize with Nick and his perspective. Its also difficult to determine how Nick and I would work in a relationship. Unlike Steven, I am willing to sniff rank feet and socks, gladly take foul socks as gags (not while sleeping while tied up as its safety hazard...and mouth wash once done. Seriously XD), would not complain when giving my sweaty post-workout hunk a hug, clean and cook for him (especially if he is willing and happy to support me) and I am far less wishy washy than Steven. But...im just as, if not maybe more so, sensitive. Lately this story has made me question what I really like in terms of bondage and gags and the whole spectrum of my fetishes. In a way, I wish I wasn't such a pussy with language, but it gets me sometimes...and it makes me sad. There is a lot of enjoyment to be had from a Nick + Steven type relationship and I feel like if I could only push my emotions aside, I could embrace it instead of getting stuck in my head...if any of that makes sense@bondagefreak I welcome any feedback on this. My mental craziness is no one else's responsibility but my own, but any comment or clarity would help. I guess I am using this forum to try to figure myself out more *shrugs*

[bondagefreak]

Does that make me chicken s***? Am i just too sensitive for relationships like this? I don't think so. I am very brave and willing to tolerate a lot, especially when I make a strong effort to empathize with Nick and his perspective. Its also difficult to determine how Nick and I would work in a relationship. Unlike Steven, I am willing to sniff rank feet and socks, gladly take foul socks as gags (not while sleeping while tied up as its safety hazard...and mouth wash once done. Seriously XD), would not complain when giving my sweaty post-workout hunk a hug, clean and cook for him (especially if he is willing and happy to support me) and I am far less wishy washy than Steven. But...im just as, if not maybe more so, sensitive. Lately this story has made me question what I really like in terms of bondage and gags and the whole spectrum of my fetishes. In a way, I wish I wasn't such a pussy with language, but it gets me sometimes...and it makes me sad. There is a lot of enjoyment to be had from a Nick + Steven type relationship and I feel like if I could only push my emotions aside, I could embrace it instead of getting stuck in my head...if any of that makes sense @bondagefreak I welcome any feedback on this. My mental craziness is no one else's responsibility but my own, but any comment or clarity would help. I guess I am using this forum to try to figure myself out more *shrugs*

Hey @cataylor93. Glad to see you're still invested in Steven's adventure. Your notes and comments are quite interesting to read. I don't know if you've glanced at the comments and discussions between chapters, but you definitely share much in common with many of the story's readers. Having said that, I cannot offer you the clarity that you seek. What you're looking for is something only you can offer yourself. Acceptance must first come from within. Always.

There is nothing wrong with you or what you have shared here. Quite the opposite. I would find it alarming for a reader not to recognise the morally ambiguous and downright amoral actions taken by some of the characters in this saga.

You're still at the early stages of the adventure, so I'm not going to spoil anything, but make no mistake, the Nick & Steven relationship is hardly a normal, balanced or ideal one. On the contrary, it's flawed, imperfect and unbalanced. It's definitely a work in progress. The theme of this story will become clearer to you as you progress further into it. Many of your self-misgivings and self-doubts are addressed by Steven himself later on. I believe his reflections will resonate with you quite a bit.


I apologise in advance if my response sounds vague. I just have to carefully measure my words so as not to reveal any plot spoilers Know that I enjoy reading your notes and insights, and that many other readers feel similarly to the way you feel. Keep us posted on your progress. I look forward to hearing more from you.

[cataylor93]

@LK3869 @Ossassin @GoBucks @TiedNW @Trainedsub @Msueta@2 @Tsuhaya @squirrel @socjuc @ShadowHusky @Pup @handovermouth @sniffingyoursocks @lengban @puffalover @hotgom @Valimure @Sniffmyfeet

A big thanks to all of you for your posts and continued support these past weeks.
Your comments and reviews are greatly appreciated. I'm quite proud to have such a loyal group of followers motivating me to continue this. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. This would not be possible without your continued support.

This is a small community, and the themes covered in "Bound and Gagged" are very niche compared to some of the more mainstream TUG stuff.

That being said, I know I can continue counting on each of you.
You guys are the best. Seriously.


I'd like to take this time to encourage all my silent readers the join the club and drop a note.
Come on, guys. If you've made it this far, you must have something (either good or bad) to say about this bumpy journey Nick and Steven have embarked on


Here are some interesting questions for each of you:
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What has been your favourite and/or least favourite part of the adventure so far?
What do you think of Nick, Steven, Brad, Jeremy and Shawn?
Can you identify with one of the characters, and if so, in what way?
Physical attraction aside, do you think the Nick/Steven relationship has any potential?
Are you of the opinion that Brad is being misjudged by Steven?
What character would you like to learn more about?
If this was gonna take the form of a TV show, which character would you audition to play?
If you're a sub, which one of these characters would you most wanna submit to?
If you were watching Jeremy being mummified against his will, would you have interfered?

Favorite Part: I do genuinely like the Steven x Nick relationship. It needs a lot of work though. Nick at some point needs to make sincere apology for pretty much uprooting and ruining Steven's life prior to the story's begining. Nick certainly had made up for his mistake by giving Steven a home and taking care of him, but 1. He still needs to acknowledge that he did a very wrong thing, even if it brought them both to a better place and 2. It's obvious Nick invited Steven and took on the role of caregiver to him as part of his nefarious ambitions to make Steven his sub, so there is an element of selfishness in his choices. So in a way, the relationship has been both my favorite and least favorite part, strange...Currently on chapter 85 now for reference.

Nick: I've begins to realize that I do genuinely like Nick. I would be delighted to endure many of his dominating activities and would do so consensually. The problem is Nick is just not empathetic enough for me right now. I've come to realize that a strong, forceful dom only works for me if they show equal or more affection and empathy paired with the teasing and mild sadism. I definitely need a Dom that is in tune with my feelings and can respect my limits, make me feel loved while being dominated. Now In fairness to Nick, the story is told from Stevens point of view, and with enough time and hard work from the both of us, I could see Nick and myself having a very strong and stable relationship built on trust and balance. I can now see why he was my second best match behind Andrew; a work in progress, but certainly possible.

Brad: Please don't take the following statement too serious, but if Brad yelled at me as often as he does to Steven and Jeremy, I'd cut his tongue out. Considering how he made a direct threat to murder (drown) Steven, he deserves far worse. Fuck Brad and the horse he road in on

Shawn: Shawn is super cute! I love stories of older alpha males teaching younger alphas how it's done! Unfortunately with Nick and Brad as his teachers, Shawn at best will become like Nick and at worst like Brad. Im hoping he develops into a more empathetic and balanced Dom, perhaps closer to what is my ideal Dom.

Steven: Okay real talk; Steven annoys the crap out of me. Yes, hot take, but it's true! He clearly enjoys everything that Nick does to him a lot more than he lets on and I think that is the source of many problems for them. Not to be fair to Steven, in my opinion Nick is the bigger source of the problem. I mean he literally committed a felony victimizing Steven. However Steven clearly likes the things that Nick does to him but he chooses to act all afraid and resist it, often at times where a smart and calculating sub would submit and show enjoyment. I understand that he's still a broken person, but he obviously wants Nick. If I was steven, I would forgive Nick for what happened, open up a dialogue with him about what I can handle and what I can't handle, what I need from him, and let him explain what he needs from me to make it work. I'm hoping that at some point Steven musters up the courage to do this

Jeremy: I have no idea why this man hasn't got in his car or got on a bicycle or found some means of transportation and run as far away as possible from Brad! Brad, like Brody, is the stuff of nightmares. Literally I had an erotic nightmare getting kidnapped by Brody and Brad; woke up in a cold sweat and a tented pair of shorts...XD seriously though Jeremy, GET OUT! Nah but Jeremy is adorable and precious...and I fear for his safety

Am I of the opinion Brad is being misjudged.......*Laughs Hysterically* No....well...I don't know. On the one hand he's pretty much Nick just taken to the most extreme without becoming criminal...although that's right he made to Stephen was absolutely a crime and just evil...but would he have done that to Jeremy...hard to say. I'm torn because I feel it's important to have empathy for all characters involved especially since I wrote above my desire to see a more empathetic Nick. I welcome the opinions of others on Brad to help me decide.

I would easily submit to either Nick or Shawn or possibly a dual dynamic between myself Nick and Shawn. And if I was watching Jeremy be mummified AND the circumstances were me not knowing the Dynamics between these people, I would intervene. If I came in understanding the relationships at hand, I likely wouldn't intervene but I would at the very least try and keep things from becoming dangerous.

Yeah I know the post is so freaking long it could be its own story, but I wanted to participate and answer as many questions as I could

[JustKindaCurious]

Hi @bondagefreak

I'm currently at chapter 300 and really enjoying the story so far. I don't know if I can add anything substantial to the discussions since I'm pretty new to all this, hence my username. The only thing I know is that I'm definitely a sub and I love feet and getting dominated.
But even with my lack of experience I can say that your style of writing is great, you can really see the personality of each character shine through. I also love the way you write about the different layers of bondage, like the dangers of self bondage and so on. I'm looking forward to the rest and your other stories

[cataylor93]

So guys, if this was a "choose your fate" type of story, would you:

1 - Take Jeremy's place and stay mummified in the living room, under Shawn's personal care.
2 - Take Steven's place and have Nick pull you into the privacy of the guest bedroom.

Aside from my good friend @socjuc, does anyone else enjoy the fact that poor Jeremy was never properly introduced to the guy who's sock he's gagged with and who's feet and shoes he's being forced to smell?

Assuming Jeremy's gag is secure and the risk of LITERALLY choking in my sleep is non-existent, I'd choose Jeremy. That position as a bound and gagged footrest to big, hunky feet is a dream come true, but seriously, WATER dude! And a bathroom break too, bro!

[cataylor93]

Allright, caught up with it. Can't remember all the question you asked this month, so I'll write it as it comes ( warning, it'll be a long reply ) :

Everytime I tell myself this story is just too much, you find a little variation or nasty detail that pulls me back in. Not following or commenting for a month and then reading 10 chapters or so in a row helped to clear things:
some things in it I truly 'hate' BUT judging by body response this is by far the most effective kinky story I've read so far so rest assured that the things that - really- bug me are just details.
Details not related to your writting skills, characters and thoughts descriptions, even the repetitions don't bother me. I like it when action and feelings descriptions get so detailed they make you feel like a minute lasts for hours. It's a good literary equivalent to the enhanced perceptions and slowing of time you feel in real kink/sex interactions.

The less favored parts now Keep in mind that it's not a judgment on the story or on yourself or anyone else, just my personal views and the way they make me react to what you write...

What I habe troubles liking are all the 'sir' and codified relationships between subs and doms, just because it saddens me that anyone should identify as one or the other and stick to that role. Plus I think physical 'abuses' are enough and all that false respect implied in the 'sir' added on top of that is unecessary. To be crystal clear: extreme abuses and humiliations turn me on but the idea to even pretend that you feel inferior to your tormentors or superior to the ones you torment makes me sick.
On a lighter note: not into jockstraps and gasmasks, and it's a shame to cover eyes and hairs with tape. And that's it for the minor minuses.

All the above explains why I find Steven hugely irritating, but that fuels my pleasure when you describe his torments. Can't someone F##k him at last so that he gets a grip on things
Brad's roughness and constant nastyness appeals to me more than Nick's changes of mood
Still waiting for Shawn to show if he's a Nick or a Brad, or something else
And Jeremy... Like him a lot - if only for his good look and size I can relate to ( the size, way more than the good looks ) - but I'd like to know more about what's going on between him and Brad to make a firm judgment. Given the fact that Brad is more straightforward than Nick and having big times just saying 'fag', you can imagine I'd prefer to be in 'Brademy' than in 'Nicven' , or is it 'Jerad' and 'Stick' ?

Capture and mummyfication of Steven in chapters 81 & 82 was the peak if you ask 'down there', just can't resist twos or threes against ones. Steven's inner storm at the end of the first weekend at the cabin, if you ask 'up there'.
Special mention for Shawn's handgag on Jeremy and Steven. Hangags/HOMs were my very first cause of excitation, around 9 or 10, the thing that led to all the rest... Can't thank you enough for those pages.

J'attends la suite avec impatience et j'espère que t’apprécies la franchise. Quand j'aime vraiment bien j'essaye d'être honnête. Change rien surtout

Funny, I'm the opposite bro; the "Sir" and other titles turn me on a lot, it's an affirmation of the alpha status and the beta submitter, that relationship and exploring that dynamic through TUG and, for me personally, feet fetish fantasies is my favorite parts of this story and others. What turns me off is the abusive and neglect of the submitting parties to the possiblity of serious health complications...or even death. Leaving someone lying on their back, tightly bound, and mouth stuffed deep with a mask that hinders the natural respiratory process ( gas mask ) is dangerous and could result in a choking or asphyxiation. Furthermore the lack of water and bathroom breaks over a 5 hour or longer period is cruel and irresponsible. Don't get me wrong; I will gladly take lots of teasing and plenty of smelly feet, hell even farts, though the later is not a turn on, but dehydration and withholding basic needs...that's where I draw a firm red line.

I do appreciate your perspective and I will agree that someone actively and with conscious of mind thinking of themselves as superior (Dom) or inferior (Sub) is just wrong. That's not fun or sexy at all