THE TWINK & THE JOCK (M+/M) *NEW CHAPTER JULY 18*

[Stormee]

This is a hazing that Mitch wouldn't even do. As if making recruits smell the socks of the veteran players wasn't bad enough, Brody wants to add insult to it. Going to be a long night for Mark and many more rounds.

[Bradstick]

Brody is a cruel and evil hazer with those socks! Anyone know when tryouts are?

[vincenzotognolo22]

Loved the way you describe the climax and the jerking off, very intense. Also loved Brody’s enthusiasm

[GoBucks]

Man Brody is going to milk poor Mark like a cow to build up his supply of gags

[Msueta@2]

@bondagefreak when can I sign up for the hazing ?

[bondagefreak]

I know I’d absolutely regret it but I’m really wishing I could be one of the new recruits so I can experience one of these gags and Brody’s hazing.

Brody is a cruel and evil hazer with those socks! Anyone know when tryouts are?

@bondagefreak when can I sign up for the hazing ?

You fuckin' ding bats! I just knew one of you cheeky fucks was gonna come on here and volunteer to be put through the ringer Since you guys all wanna be recruited into the team, I guess now the question is who gets orally impregnated with whose sock?

Obviously @Msueta@2 you'd wanna deal with one of Brody's. @Bradstick can eat one of Matt's jizzy bombs and @Socksbound you'd get to suck on captain Chad's. That just leaves us with big, hunky star quarterback, Hunter. Any volunteers to get a literal mouthful of Hunter's babies? Maybe @OrdinaryWorld would like to sign up for that

[bg23]

Oh gosh, I'm so curious to find out what happens next, and who's getting gagged by that absolutely filthy sock... I have a feeling a surprise twist is coming for some reason but I guess we'll see..

As always, absolutely unbelievably writing!

[Socksbound]

I know I’d absolutely regret it but I’m really wishing I could be one of the new recruits so I can experience one of these gags and Brody’s hazing.

Brody is a cruel and evil hazer with those socks! Anyone know when tryouts are?

@bondagefreak when can I sign up for the hazing ?

You fuckin' ding bats! I just knew one of you cheeky fucks was gonna come on here and volunteer to be put through the ringer Since you guys all wanna be recruited into the team, I guess now the question is who gets orally impregnated with whose sock?

Obviously @Msueta@2 you'd wanna deal with one of Brody's. @Bradstick can eat one of Matt's jizzy bombs and @Socksbound you'd get to suck on captain Chad's. That just leaves us with big, hunky star quarterback, Hunter. Any volunteers to get a literal mouthful of Hunter's babies? Maybe @OrdinaryWorld would like to sign up for that

I knew I’d regret volunteering


Out of curiosity, on your foot smell meter from B&G where do they land. I’m assuming none of them are Nick/Zack level.

[bondagefreak]

Out of curiosity, on your foot smell meter from B&G where do they land. I’m assuming none of them are Nick/Zack level.

I'm afraid all of them are quite dire. Here are the stat cards released 8 months ago:

[WhereAmI]

@bondagefreak Who, exactly, was brave enough to take Chad, Matt, Brody, and Hunter's Foot Odor Quotient or was an FBI Bomb Sniffing Robot used. Whoever it was is a Braver Man than I am Gunga Din

[Bradstick]

@Bradstick can eat one of Matt's jizzy bombs

Fuck yes!!! I would suck that bomb till my mouth runs dry! Matt is my favorite in case you couldn’t tell!

[Socksbound]

Out of curiosity, on your foot smell meter from B&G where do they land. I’m assuming none of them are Nick/Zack level.

I'm afraid all of them are quite dire. Here are the stat cards released 8 months ago:

Quite dire indeed I should’ve kept my mouth shut and let someone else volunteer

[4toes]

Looks like the Hofmann cousins still reigns supreme with the foot odour level + Erick of course. Can I volunteer for yours instead sir @bondagefreak ?

Nonetheless, latest chapter was really hot. Can't wait for the next.

[Msueta@2]

@bondagefreak That tickling part in the latest chapter was so hot . Tickling his ballsack . That would be so hot .

[bondagefreak]

Thanks a ton for all the wonderful comments and encouragement, guys. It's a real blessing to see so many of you still enjoying this after all this time. I very much dislike doing this, but seeing as how I've received numerous PMs and a good number of comments relating to this, I figured it might be time for me to temporarily break from my usual "no spoiler" tradition.

* STORY NEWS & MINOR SPOILERS *

I've been asked (and even begged) by a few readers to keep this story going and not to bring Sam & Mark's adventure to a close. Alas, I have both good and bad news for those readers. The bad news is that this story is very much reaching the end of its natural run. After this next chapter, I have only one or possibly two more chapters of content to write.

Although this breaks with my normal spoiler-free routine, the good news is that the adventure will conclude on an open ending, allowing for a seamless & easy sequel to be produced at a later date. Sorta like B&G with its multiple books/parts.


The second point I feel the need to bring forward concerns more readers. Although it's super fun to see all of you enthused and hyped (truly, it is) I fear it may lead to disappointment. I guess this is my way of asking you guys to sort of moderate your expectations a bit. I know it sucks, but the craziest parts of the adventure are already well behind us. That's not to say that the upcoming chapters won't be fun! I just don't want you guys getting your heads all wrapped around some potentially mind-blowing climax. I will do my best to tidy up the loose ends, but the bulk of the craziness has already come to pass.

Thanks again for all the amazing support, guys. The next chapter is right around the corner. Stay tuned!

[thespy]

Thanks a ton for all the wonderful comments and encouragement, guys. It's a real blessing to see so many of you still enjoying this after all this time. I very much dislike doing this, but seeing as how I've received numerous PMs and a good number of comments relating to this, I figured it might be time for me to temporarily break from my usual "no spoiler" tradition.

* STORY NEWS & MINOR SPOILERS *

I've been asked (and even begged) by a few readers to keep this story going and not to bring Sam & Mark's adventure to a close. Alas, I have both good and bad news for those readers. The bad news is that this story is very much reaching the end of its natural run. After this next chapter, I have only one or possibly two more chapters of content to write.

Although this breaks with my normal spoiler-free routine, the good news is that the adventure will conclude on an open ending, allowing for a seamless & easy sequel to be produced at a later date. Sorta like B&G with its multiple books/parts.


The second point I feel the need to bring forward concerns more readers. Although it's super fun to see all of you enthused and hyped (truly, it is) I fear it may lead to disappointment. I guess this is my way of asking you guys to sort of moderate your expectations a bit. I know it sucks, but the craziest parts of the adventure are already well behind us. That's not to say that the upcoming chapters won't be fun! I just don't want you guys getting your heads all wrapped around some potentially mind-blowing climax. I will do my best to tidy up the loose ends, but the bulk of the craziness has already come to pass.

Thanks again for all the amazing support, guys. The next chapter is right around the corner. Stay tuned!

Great small little continuation, that sock must be soaked and heavy now with two full loads haha. Brody is gonna milk our boy dry ;p

Regarding your update, don't worry, let the story run its natural course wherever it may lead. Speaking for myself, I'm well satisfied and happy with how it's going and where it will end, and I'm pretty excited to see what other evil, kinky-loving story you can come up with. Thanks for sharing your amazing work!

[Bradstick]

Time to wrap this story in cute bow, smack its butt, and send it on its way! This story has been amazing but I know your other story with Erik is just beginning and I can’t wait to see where that one goes!

[socjuc]

I personally love this story...in that a dom(i.e. Mark) got the tables flipped on him. Awesome!!!!

But first the narration by Mark about his stepbrother's fate and then taking advantage of Sammy's predicament to impart his own level of dominance, also very HOT!

How do I say how much I thoroughly enjoyed reading and participating with my comments on this amazing creation @bondagefreak Thanks!

Always looking forward to your talented story telling moving forward with your next creation! ...it starts to be really hard to choose your favourite epic.... There is a survey!

[bondagefreak]

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER, GUYS.
SPECIAL THANKS FOR THE STEADFAST SUPPORT!

@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 @bg23 @Bound Down @djthebest @cataylor93 @JustKindaCurious

[bondagefreak]

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THE TWINK & THE JOCK

CHAPTER 41 - THE TYRANT'S RETURN

No words came my way. No apology, excuse or explanation. Only the promise of grim deeds to come and the sound of approaching footsteps alerted me to my sadistic captor's much-dreaded return.

Brody said nothing as he crouched next to my perfectly supine form, but when his hands reached down to grab the rubber gas mask he had previously worn, I shook my head no and tried pleading with him through my gag. We were well past the point of pleas, however, and as you may have guessed, my attempts at dissuasion were given virtually no heed.

The telltale squeaking of noisy rubber punctuated the otherwise undisturbed silence as beefy fingers wrestled the stretchy mask onto my head. The rubber breathing apparatus sealed itself around my face, acting as a secondary muzzle around my chin and nose before finally pulling at my hair and fully engulfing the back of my dome.

The air inside the mask was both dank and heavy, most likely from Brody's recent use. Darkness pressed in from all sides, broken only by the limited vision afforded to me by the gas mask’s circular eyepieces. I felt oppressed, boxed in, trapped. But more than anything, it was the sound of my own laboured sniffing that reminded me of just how utterly hopeless and dire my situation had become. Every inhale, every exhale, was etched with the ragged, ominous hiss of rushing air.

*KKKFFFF. HHFFF. KKKFFFF. HHFFF. KKKFFFF. HHFFF*


I cried out, more for the sake of hearing myself than anything else. The muffled grunt that met my ears was disturbingly alien. It was unrecognisable. My state of isolation was such that I drew a strange form of consolation from catching a mere glimpse of Brody's face. It reminded me that I was with a friend and that I was still human, even though I no longer felt as such.

Much to my own unrelenting despair, however, even the insignificant freedom of being able to bob my head around and look at my captor's comforting face ended up being swiftly snatched away from me.

I cried out and grunted in mounting desperation when a pair of densely padded foam blocks began closing in around both sides of my rubbery dome. The sound of ragged breathing and the discordant squeaking of angry rubber instantly betrayed my very spirited attempts at postponing the inevitable. I struggled and fought, but in the end it was all for nought.

The immobilising foam grew tighter. Nylon straps were conjured up and fastened down; running across my forehead, but also above my dome, under my chin and even around the protruding gas mask nozzle. Everything was slowly tightened off until finally, the unruly squeaking of rubber had grown silent, and my head had been completely paralysed.

I could no longer move. Could no longer budge. Only the flaring of my nostrils, the batting of my eyelids and the futile wiggling of my toes and fingers remained mine to direct. Every other freedom had been gradually stripped away.


As soon as my head was rendered immobile, Brody purposefully went out of his way to remind me of just how precarious my predicament truly was. I watched, unable to say a word and unable to mount even the semblance of resistance as he clamped the underside of his fat palm to the front of my defenceless breathing nozzle.

I could do nothing, say nothing. I could only lie there; unable to move my limbs, unable to lift, turn or budge my head around, and more importantly, unable to draw breath.

Brody spoke no words. He just sat there in complete silence and brought me to the very brink of collapse before finally allowing the rush of air to quell the fires that burned my lungs. I heaved and struggled to catch my breath. His message, though entirely unspoken, was clear as glass. Breathing was a privilege - one that could be revoked at any time.


The next hour or so proved especially gruelling. More so than the previous. Brody didn't only milk me and use my seed to carry out his sickening plan. He edged me, fondled me, played with my nipples and tickled me in places I had no idea were ticklish. Worse than anything else, however, was the smell. The front of my mask ended up repeatedly coming under assault, not only by Matt's foul compression shorts, but by my brutish captor's own socks and then by one of his downright revolting trainers.




The stench that pervaded their maws was something straight out of a nightmare. I sniffed, gagged on the scent and then sniffed some more, all the while enduring the seemingly endless ministrations my colossal-palmed captor seemed intent on dishing out on me.

I was pushed to the brink more than once, forced to inhale the rank stench of the brute’s sweaty shoe - but what burned brighter in my memory was the sudden, crushing humiliation when his reeking trainer was unannouncedly yanked off my breathing nozzle and replaced by one of my own insufferable trainers.

"Man, your shoes smell like shit." my burly captor somewhat blatantly remarked, a lingering expression of genuine disgust lining his disgruntled face upon briefly sticking his nose into one of my very own, infernally strong-smelling, jet black Tns.

I very predictably let out a tortured groan when the reeking shoe was vengefully rammed down atop my mask, but even the eyewateringly acrid stench that rushed down to greet my airways couldn't quite prepare me for what the tyrant-brute ended up doing next.

"Oh fuck, why didn't I think about that sooner..." Brody self-reproachingly mumbled, a spark of excitement immediately illuminating his boyish features as he rushed to his feet and marched his behemothic frame out of the dimly lit living room.



I still remember lying there, groaning beneath the stench of my own nauseating footwear and glaring furiously at the foul, vinegary-scented trainer wedged firmly atop the front of my mask. I cursed at the unbearably poignant stench and remember naively thinking to myself that things couldn't possibly get any worse. I was wrong, of course. Boy oh boy was I wrong.


Brody crept back into the living room less than a minute later, this time with a truly mischievous look and a decidedly evil smile plainly splayed across his face. He sat next to my hopelessly supine form; quietly, slowly, deliberately. My sight was still half-obscured by my own reeking shoe when he slowly revealed to me what he held in his large hand.

It took a heartbeat for my mind to catch up and fully grasp what he was holding, but when my eyes finally narrowed in on the disturbingly rotten pair of tremendous ankle socks being teasingly dangled above my face, I grew terrified.

"Oh yeah. Oh, fuck yeahhh." the beefy tyrant purred, immediately sensing the rise of my uncontrolled panic as I looked up and recognised the puke-inducing socks he was holding. Those were the same socks he had, just a few hours ago, stolen from our neighbour's smelly bedroom. Those were Andrew's fuming stinkbombs!

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[ChairBoy]

YES! Fuck I can’t wait to see how he reacts to those stinky socks!