THE TWINK & THE JOCK (M+/M) *NEW CHAPTER: JULY 21*

[Socksbound]

Andrews socks!!!

I didn’t see that coming, poor Mark.

Awesome writing again especially liked the whole section about the gas mask being put on I think it’s some of your best work

[GoBucks]

Brody is the best! Mark is so lucky to get to sample all of the guy's stench. He better hope he can avoid Captain Chad's stuff.

[4toes]

Andrew's socks! Hahhah I can just imagine the horror of that. It's great seeing them again. i gotta really start compiling those sock photos

[squirrel]

Mark is so lucky be have a "friend" like Brody.... The alpha jock seems to be having a lot of fun tormenting his victim! Good for him!

[bondagefreak]

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER, GUYS.
KINDA SAD TO SAY THIS, BUT ONLY ONE MORE TO GO.

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[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 42 - CHANGING TIDES

I ended up being milked to the feverish stench of Andrew's socks that night – not once but multiple times. Brody paid no heed to my muffled laments and panicked coughs. He simply rammed the putrid mass of rotting ankle socks into the cavernous interior of my own shoe and then wedged the entire thing to the front of my mask - causing the shoe and my breathing nozzle to fill up with the overpowering reek of the jumbo-soled medic's toes.

I was edged, fondled, teased and repeatedly milked, my balls emptying into Matt's second sock till my orgasms ran dry and my body had virtually no seed left to give.

Brody too filled the defiled sock with another one of his steaming hot loads, but I just couldn't bring myself to care about anything save for Andrew's socks by that point. Even when the sound of spoken words left my behemothic captor's mouth, I couldn't quite seem to register what it was he was telling me. Everything seemed so distant...so fragmented and vague.


My teary face was locked into a perpetually cross-eyed expression as I lay there, furiously glaring up at the jet black shoe lodged firmly against the front of my mask. My nostrils burned, not with the scent of my own poignant footwear but with the hairy-legged gamer-nerd's downright puke-inducing stinkbombs.

The stench they gave off wasn't normal. Not by a long shot. His socks were out of this world horrible - most likely from not having been washed since his moving here, and probably from also having been worn several weeks prior to his move.

I strained against the padded head immobiliser, struggled in a desperate bid to be free of the towering medic's eyewatering death-bombs, but the heavy-duty institution-grade restraints just wouldn't give. And so I sniffed, flaring my nostrils open for what felt like the millionth time. My hands clenched into fists, and my body convulsed, but still, I could find no reprieve from the stench of the jumbo-footed gamer's soles. All I could do was lie motionless, suck on my gag and sniff.


Brody left me like that; restrained to the padded gurney, strapped down from head to toe, gagged and gas masked with Andrew's debilitatingly putrid socks wadded up atop my inhaler nozzle.

I vividly recall lying there, in the pitch black living room and going batshit crazy as he casually strode off into the distance and disappeared inside his own bedroom. I'm pretty sure part of me was lost that night. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something inside me snapped, as though my pride, ego and dignity had all been irreversibly crushed.

I also couldn't shake the image of Andrew out of my mind; him sitting on his swivelling computer chair as I entered his room, his freakishly huge soles propped up on the desk, the nauseatingly acrid stench that greeted me and the way I was so completely taken aback by it upon initially making his acquaintance.



His socks - the same rotten, fuming fucks which had no doubt spent weeks festering on those gargantuan smelly soles of his...were now sitting atop my nose and threatening to snuff the life out of me. I wanted to puke and I wanted to puke bad.



I remained there for what felt like an eternity, coughing, gagging, screaming. Fortunately, Hunter ended up granting me a much-needed release when he got up to go pee and subsequently discovered what had become of me. Though the gurney straps remained, the hunky quarterback was merciful enough to bend down and pull the reeking sock-filled shoe off the front of my mask. He left me like that - fully strapped down but incredibly relieved and grateful for the reprieve.

I spent most of the following hours in a sort of half-sleep. You know? That sort of restless slumber where you just seem to keep drifting in and out of consciousness. I was so out of it and fatigued that I didn't even register Brody crouching down next to my supine form and freeing my dome from the padded head immobiliser. At least, not until his large fingers began pulling off my rubber gas mask.

Harsh morning light stabbed at my squinting eyes, but the wake-up call that followed proved even crueller than the stubborn mid-morning rays slipping through the uneven living room curtains.

Matt and Brody were the first ones up, and as you may have guessed, my cocky pseudo-rival was predictably enthused upon noticing his smelly football gear sprawled across the living room floor. To my own seemingly unending horror, his excitement only intensified upon discovering the whereabouts of his hopelessly battered, months-old jockstrap.



The underwear-clad stallion grew visibly ecstatic. I watched as he hurriedly rushed towards my gurneyed form and watched, powerless to do anything, as he sat his huge, watermelon-sized bums directly down on top of my vehemently protesting face.

Matt settled his entire weight down on his own heels and then dug his fingers into my defenceless crotch. I spent several long and very arduous minutes suffocating inside his giant ass and flaring my nose up beneath his underwear-clad chute whilst practically being tickled-edged to death.



Hunter finally emerged from his bedroom, and though I was subjected to some more teasing – especially from Matt, who remained seated on my face even after the thrill of tickling me had worn off – Brody eventually did see fit to finally grant me freedom. I had served my purpose. His need to dominate was satiated, at least for now.

So long as I kept his little plan secret, Brody would keep quiet about the various humiliations I'd suffered that night, as well as neglect to inform Sammy about the use they'd found for his jizzy boxer shorts. I was, however, left with the distinct impression that video footage of my earlier predicament may or may not be spread around campus should I choose to break the pact. Brody expected me to honour the deal, and I had every intention of doing so, if only to preserve what little dignity I had left.


Anyways, after the brute saw to it that I was given clean undies, I showered, ate and got dressed. It was already closing in on 11 AM by the time I quietly crept up to the slightly gaping door leading to Hunter and Chad's shared bedroom.

I poked my head inside, half-expecting to find my captain fast asleep and my stepbrother still stuck in that hellishly gruelling hogtie. The tattooed superhunk was indeed still in bed, sleeping on his stomach beneath the fully unfurled and immensely lofty sleeping bag which served as his makeshift comforter. Sammy, however, was nowhere to be seen.


"He's under there." Hunter calmly assured me, stepping in behind my slightly narrower frame and motioning his head towards the large bed where our burly team captain slept. "We freed him just a few hours after going to bed last night. Chad took him in. Wanted to make sure the little guy stayed safe and out of trouble." he went on, speaking to me in a low tone so as not to wake up his roommate.

My brow momentarily arched up in quiet disbelief upon hearing those words, but then the slumberous stirring of Chad's mammoth form allowed me to catch a glimpse of my stepbrother's dome. Hunter's words suddenly rang true. Sammy was no longer bound, at least not with rope or inanimate restraints. His lithe body was instead left contending with a very different form of entrapment. One made of tattooed flesh, thick muscle and the possessive grip of warm hands.



The runt was safely buried beneath Chad's hulking frame; preventatively kept there, not with rope, but via the absolute thickest of tattooed arms and the most tremendous of tree trunk-sized thighs. I realised as much when I saw the top of his head comfortably nestled beneath the burly captain's broad chest.

I remember glancing back to give my buddy Hunter a blank stare. The hunk merely shrugged, apparently unconcerned by the fact that our team captain had taken the twinky prisoner to his own bed. I scratched my head and stood there for a good second or two before slowly turning around and following the quarterback's lead out of the ill-lit bedroom.

What this potentially meant for Sammy’s future - if anything - I had yet to find out.

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[squirrel]

So finally Mark and Sammy got their freedom back.... well, at least to a some point... I wonder what Chad's plans for Sammy are...

[socjuc]

Well the quiet beefy Chad becomes the human entrapment machine! I wonder what is going through Sammy's brain right now

And Mark's for that matter...

[Stormee]

What a night it had become for Matt. From the ambush of the gurney board to the gagging of a jockstrap and being milked for Brody's hazing ritual, and the torture of Andrew's fuming socks. Just what a night. And Sammy unbound? Seems like he got the light end of the deal, minus being crushed and smothered under muscle.

[GoBucks]

At the beginning of the story, I thought the title AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE was referring to Sammy and his crush Hunter, but it's seemingly been Chad and Brody that have laid claim to him. Yeah he got Hunter's jizz socks, but really not a ton of interaction with them. Wonder how Chad vs Brody would go, or Sammy gets both

There can't just be one more! I never want this story to end, it's so good!

Hopefully a loophole is Sammy going to college being a new story

[sock slave boy]

At least little Sammy seems to have had a good night, I hope Andrew's socks will be useful for Sammy's breakfast or lunch, I'm sure he would love them on a slice of bread

[sock slave boy]

At the beginning of the story, I thought the title AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE was referring to Sammy and his crush Hunter, but it's seemingly been Chad and Brody that have laid claim to him. Yeah he got Hunter's jizz socks, but really not a ton of interaction with them. Wonder how Chad vs Brody would go, or Sammy gets both

There can't just be one more! I never want this story to end, it's so good!

Hopefully a loophole is Sammy going to college being a new story

I almost hope that someone tells Hunter the truth, to see how he will react. Because we see that he was still protective of Sammy.

[bondagefreak]

There can't just be one more! I never want this story to end, it's so good!
Hopefully a loophole is Sammy going to college being a new story

Aw sorry, buddy. I also have mixed feelings about bringing this narrative to a close, but I never intended it to be a long-running saga like B&G turned out to be. As previously mentioned, the good news is that it'll be easy for me to pick it back up for a sequel at some point in the future. Seeing as how it was revealed in Chapter 14 that Andrew had just moved in a mere four weeks ago, we can safely deduce that the events featured here happen shortly after EASY PREY III and coincide perfectly with current BOUND & GAGGED chapters. We also know that Chad & company live next door to Shawn and his gang, and that the huge oral plug Andrew fished out from his roommate's bedroom could have only been Joshua's. Narration and plot-wise, that opens up lots of possibilities.

I almost hope that someone tells Hunter the truth, to see how he will react. Because we see that he was still protective of Sammy.

Hm, I must admit, your comment sort of tickles my curiosity.
What are you basing this assumption on? How has Hunter shown himself to be protective of Sammy exactly?

[Bradstick]

Another fantastic chapter. Quite jealous of those two brothers. One got to spend time under’s Matt beautiful bums while the other got to spend time in a loving embrace of Chad. Both should feel honored…though I doubt they would agree! Hehe

[thespy]

Mark surely got milked till the last drop, haha. I sure hope he honors the deal; can't wait to see those plans come to fruition in the future... and aww, how cute, Sammy is smothered by Chad's embrace.

[JustKindaCurious]

Another great chapter! What I wouldn't give go be in Sam's place right now

There is a lot of potential for a sequel, but prolonging a story past it's intended length is almost never a good idea. We've seen it time and time again in TV shows. So it's understandable that it's coming to an end

[sock slave boy]

I almost hope that someone tells Hunter the truth, to see how he will react. Because we see that he was still protective of Sammy.

Hm, I must admit, your comment sort of tickles my curiosity.
What are you basing this assumption on? How has Hunter shown himself to be protective of Sammy exactly?

I'm not saying he was the best protector. On several occasions, he let others do what they wanted.
But he never took pleasure in, nor played an active role in, Sammy's torture.
And whenever there was a moment of respite, Hunter was always there to accompany him and ensure his well-being.
Especially when Sammy arrived and they released him: it was Hunter who took charge of caring for him.
When Sammy was tied up for the night, Hunter was very active in choosing the best solution with his well-being in mind.
And from what he says, when they released him so he could sleep, he made sure he was safe. So, even if he's not an active protector, even if he doesn't necessarily want to take Sammy into his own hands 200%, his fate still matters to him at least a little bit.
So I think that if someone talks to him about Sammy's feelings for him, he'll quickly break down and want to be more active in protecting him.

Afterwards, I'm willing to consider that it's me who's imagining or interpreting it as I see fit.

[gag1195]

I missed quite a few fun chapters, but it was a great joy getting caught up! Mark definitely suffered, though I suspect he enjoyed it more than he let on... and He now has some motivation to get revenge later!

[bondagefreak]

But he never took pleasure in, nor played an active role in, Sammy's torture.
And whenever there was a moment of respite, Hunter was always there to accompany him and ensure his well-being.
Especially when Sammy arrived and they released him: it was Hunter who took charge of caring for him.
When Sammy was tied up for the night, Hunter was very active in choosing the best solution with his well-being in mind.
And from what he says, when they released him so he could sleep, he made sure he was safe. So, even if he's not an active protector, even if he doesn't necessarily want to take Sammy into his own hands 200%, his fate still matters to him at least a little bit.
So I think that if someone talks to him about Sammy's feelings for him, he'll quickly break down and want to be more active in protecting him.

Afterwards, I'm willing to consider that it's me who's imagining or interpreting it as I see fit.

That's a good explanation, mon ami, but I must regretfully set the record straight. You may have misread or forgotten several things. Hunter was shown to be less sadistic in general (be it with Mark or with Sammy) than all three of his counterparts. As for him not taking pleasure in Sammy's demise, I very much beg to differ. Hunter jerked off to the whole thing and tried jerking his buddy Mark off as well. He was very much a willing participant in the shenanigans and also the kidnapping ploy that preceded it. Don't mistake his general passivity and more hands-off approach for protectiveness or affection.

You are right about one thing. During the brief respite that saw Sammy temporarily freed, Sammy was given a hoodie to wear (remember, he had been kidnapped wearing only his boxer shorts) and was seen gaming in Hunter's bedroom. However, and this is a big however, I would be remiss if I didn't point out that Chad also showed himself caring and gentle with Sammy during those few hours of freedom. In fact, Sammy spent quite a while protectively seated on Chad's lap.

If we're going to be fair, we cannot take Hunter's gentleness into account while at the same time ignoring Chad's.

Lastly, and possibly most importantly, I believe you may have misread the most recent chapter. Hunter is not the one who saw to it that Sammy was kept safe and out of trouble upon being released. That's Chad. Chad is the one who wanted to keep Sammy close and comfortably tucked away. Seeing as how Hunter was passive throughout most of the day's ordeals and seeing as how Chad is the one who wanted Sammy safeguarded in his own bed, it only makes sense to presume that Chad is the one who decided they would free Sammy of his bonds. Not Hunter.


P.s - I know you like Hunter a lot. I can tell from your comments and posts on some of the RP game threads. I'm not saying he's not nice, but I definitely do think you're looking at him through rose-coloured glasses and seeing things that are not necessarily there. A lot of us tend to do that when we find someone especially attractive

If you look at the stat cards (for Andrew, Chad, Hunter, Matt and Brody) Hunter is the only with with a neutral empathy score. He scores 10, which is neither a strength nor a weakness. All of the other guys, even Andrew, are severely lacking on that front. Hunter most likely stood out for you because of his looks, but also because of his greater empathy and lesser proneness to extreme hazing.

[bondagefreak]

WELL, THIS IS IT, GUYS. THE GRAND FINALE.
ENORMOUS THANK YOU FOR THE INCREDIBLE SUPPORT!
I HOPE ALL OF YOU FIND SATISFACTION IN THIS RESOLUTION.

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[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 43 - RESOLUTIONS

Sammy walked with a strange limp and a visibly stiff back that day. I, perhaps naively, thought little of it and merely attributed his bizarre posture to the cruel ropework he'd been subjected to the day prior.

His occasional wincing betrayed physical discomfort, but something about him had changed. To the unattentive eye, it might have passed undetected, but I was perceptive enough to notice the slight change. Though his walk looked uncomfortable, there was an aura of newfound pride about him. He had a definite spring in his step, and the faint hints of the sly smile that kept discreetly tugging at the corners of his lips didn't fail to garner my attention. Something about him had definitely changed.


Chad drove my stepbrother and I home early that same afternoon, and though the drive was uneventful and peppered with the same joyful banter that usually marked our time together, I couldn't help but notice how he too had seemingly changed and how his treatment of Sammy had noticeably shifted. It was the little things; the way he casually kept glancing towards the backseat using the rearview mirror, the flashing of a quick wink when he thought I wasn't looking, the affectionate manner in which Sammy's head was gently stroked upon our making it back home.

I should have put A and B together when Chad followed my stepbrother into the privacy of his bedroom and should have clued in to the fact that something was amiss when he stayed there quietly chatting with him for several lengthy minutes. I mean, what could the tremendously hulking captain and the twinky as fuck eighteen-year-old dweeb possibly have to talk about?

Chad left, and things sorta went back to normal after that. Or at least, so I initially thought. Strangely enough, Sammy didn't seem angry about the weekend's events or appear the least bit upset about what my friends and I had put him through. Even stranger was the fact that Brody's menacing promise to seek him out and make him his bitch no longer seemed to carry any weight with the twerp. It's almost as though everything that had transpired that weekend, from the forceful kidnapping to the rather extreme hazing, had been casually brushed aside - not only forgiven but also forgotten.



Days turned into a week, but still my suspicion lingered. Something was definitely up. Sammy was too calm, too quiet, too...content, for lack of a better term. He wasn't vengeful, upset or bitter about anything. This was so very much unlike him.

I was, as you might imagine, veritably shocked upon later being told – by Sammy himself – that he and the captain were now romantically involved and that Chad had taken his virginity that night, after he'd been released from the hogtie. I wasn't just shocked, I was furious!

Sam was not my brother, and I honestly cared little for him. But I still couldn't believe the tattooed superhunk had taken advantage of him like that. It was wrong, and I was ready to confront him about it. Violently, if needed.

Sam covered his own mouth and fought to restrain his laughter upon seeing how openly upset I was. He assured me that it wasn't like that and that everything had been consensual.

I didn't really want him to go into too much detail, but the twink went out of his way to inform me that Chad had been really gentle and slow with him that night and that nothing about their exchange had been at all forceful or coercive. I was admittedly quite relieved upon hearing those words, though still a tad bit confused and understandably unsettled.

"Like...what the fuck? How did that happen? I thought you had a crush on Hunter." I blurted out, to which Sammy merely responded by shrugging his shoulders as though he didn't really have any sensible explanation to give. "Yeah, Hunter's really hot. I just...I prefer your captain." he snickered, offering me another shrug before allowing his voice to trail off into a giggle.

He was proud of himself, alright - bedded by the downright hulking captain of the college football team. Who wouldn't be?




Anyways, things never really went back to normal after that. Everything between my buddies and I remained more or less the same, but Sammy had been sort of elevated to a quasi-consort, submissive-protégé status. He was interned into my close-knit group of friends, not by entering the football team, but by association as captain Chad's personal plaything.

Sam was expected to attend practice sessions even though he didn't care much for the sport we played, and he was expected to sit quietly on the bleachers and wait. Chad wanted him close by, always with a cold drink and a fresh towel in hand.

In addition to being a pretty spectator, Sammy basically served as the captain's personal waterboy. Nobody questioned it or publicly made fun of the arrangement, though the scrawny twink was privately subjected to demeaning jabs aplenty.


We would often celebrate important games or particularly gruelling practice sessions with a night out at one of the local sports-themed restaurants. Sammy was always there; quietly, silently and obediently seated right next to the colossal team captain.

He would eat, sit and listen, with his head slightly bowed and his downcast gaze carefully averted. His short stature and narrow frame marked him as completely alien at our table, but Chad still insisted on his being there. His presence was required, if purely decorative in purpose.

The eighteen-year-old usually found himself crammed into the innermost part of a cushioned booth or protectively flanked by another hunk; often Hunter, sometimes Brody. Either way, his delicate frame was always seated very close and directly to the captain's left. The size difference between the two of them was downright phenomenal.



Sammy's special status as the captain's personal consort came with a few perks and a certain prestige. My teammates, however, never wasted an opportunity to remind him of the fact that he wasn't technically one of us and that his presence would only be tolerated so long as he kept his head down and didn't overstep his bounds. It was a fine line to walk.

Matt was especially effective in verbally driving that point across. He was particularly hard to please and demanded extreme levels of deference, something which my twinky stepbrother was apparently all too keen to provide.

Don't get me wrong, from a human standpoint, Sammy was every bit our equal. I knew that, Chad knew that, everyone knew that - even Brody. It was just very hard to miss how the little guy seemed to revel in his new role and how quickly he had grown fond and comfortable in his position as Chad's submissive consort-boi.


The two of them spent a lot of time together. The tattooed superhunk would regularly come to fetch Sammy himself, but other times, he would send one of his trusted lieutenants to bring Sam to him instead.

The captain was apparently fully aware that Brody had previously sought to claim the lad for himself, and so he took a seemingly perverse pleasure in assigning the brutish linebacker to such retrieval missions. It was his way of indirectly telling Brody, 'I took what you had sought to claim for yourself, and now I am sending you to retrieve that which is mine.'

I knew it was a definite power move on Chad's part. I recognised it as such, and there was virtually no doubt in my mind that Brody was mentally sharp enough to see through it as well.



The tyrant-brute was always a bit pissed off and grumpy when he showed up at my place with instructions to escort Sammy back to the dorm. He was explicitly warned against brutalising or physically harming the pretty twink, but the use of reasonable force and heavy restraints was not prohibited.

Sammy never fought back, of course. He was not allowed, under any circumstance, to refuse his bossy boyfriend's summons - no matter how inconvenient or untimely those summons may be.

Even on those occasions where Chad had not warned him of an imminent pickup, the twink offered Brody no resistance. He knew that he would be brought before the captain, be it willingly or not. Still, no matter how cooperative he was, the outcome was always the same. He was crushed to the floor - or the bed, whichever was closer - mercilessly bound up, brutally stuffgagged and then carried off in some stinking, gear-filled duffle sack.


Brody was the primary transporter on those occasions where Chad saw fit to have his protégé packaged up and escorted somewhere. Occasionally, he would send Hunter in Brody's stead.

My stepbrother got a lot more leeway when his ex-crush, Hunter, was in charge. He was allowed to use the washroom, fix himself up, pack clothes and sometimes even shower or eat before the inevitable packaging ensued.

The star quarterback was far less brutish, but the physical bonds he imposed were arguably more gruelling, not to mention considerably more excessive than the ones Brody was in the habit of dishing out.

Hunter would take a lot of time, carefully and very securely bundling up our captain's prized trophy boy. Often half an hour, sometimes longer. Though my assistance was rarely needed, I always volunteered to help out whenever he was assigned to transport duties. My involvement usually limited itself to preventatively handgagging the prisoner's mouth, but I had recently grown comfortable enough with our little arrangement to begin presenting his face with foul gags even whilst he was in the process of being very thoroughly trussed up.

Sammy's panicked reaction to my socks was always priceless, and I admittedly got quite a thrill from threatening to use one of my own dad's stinkbombs on him during Hunter's last visit only a short week ago. But yeah, I guess that pretty much sums up the crazy weekend adventure my stepbrother and I ended up sharing. I really hope you guys enjoyed it.

THE END?

Ha! Not by a long shot. At least, not for Sammy.
For him, things were only just getting started.
Thanks for reading!

[squirrel]

Wow, that was definitely an unexpected turn of events... I never imagined Chad and Sammy to develop such a relationship... Good for Sammy!

[Socksbound]

I should have picked up on that from the previous chapter. Very unexpected end but awesome story and well ended. Here’s hoping a new adventure with Sammy Brody and Chad isn’t too far in the future. I am of course sad that Brody won’t get to hunt him down when he attends college now that Chad has claimed our innocent little twink

[sock slave boy]

But he never took pleasure in, nor played an active role in, Sammy's torture.
And whenever there was a moment of respite, Hunter was always there to accompany him and ensure his well-being.
Especially when Sammy arrived and they released him: it was Hunter who took charge of caring for him.
When Sammy was tied up for the night, Hunter was very active in choosing the best solution with his well-being in mind.
And from what he says, when they released him so he could sleep, he made sure he was safe. So, even if he's not an active protector, even if he doesn't necessarily want to take Sammy into his own hands 200%, his fate still matters to him at least a little bit.
So I think that if someone talks to him about Sammy's feelings for him, he'll quickly break down and want to be more active in protecting him.

Afterwards, I'm willing to consider that it's me who's imagining or interpreting it as I see fit.

That's a good explanation, mon ami, but I must regretfully set the record straight. You may have misread or forgotten several things. Hunter was shown to be less sadistic in general (be it with Mark or with Sammy) than all three of his counterparts. As for him not taking pleasure in Sammy's demise, I very much beg to differ. Hunter jerked off to the whole thing and tried jerking his buddy Mark off as well. He was very much a willing participant in the shenanigans and also the kidnapping ploy that preceded it. Don't mistake his general passivity and more hands-off approach for protectiveness or affection.

You are right about one thing. During the brief respite that saw Sammy temporarily freed, Sammy was given a hoodie to wear (remember, he had been kidnapped wearing only his boxer shorts) and was seen gaming in Hunter's bedroom. However, and this is a big however, I would be remiss if I didn't point out that Chad also showed himself caring and gentle with Sammy during those few hours of freedom. In fact, Sammy spent quite a while protectively seated on Chad's lap.

If we're going to be fair, we cannot take Hunter's gentleness into account while at the same time ignoring Chad's.

Lastly, and possibly most importantly, I believe you may have misread the most recent chapter. Hunter is not the one who saw to it that Sammy was kept safe and out of trouble upon being released. That's Chad. Chad is the one who wanted to keep Sammy close and comfortably tucked away. Seeing as how Hunter was passive throughout most of the day's ordeals and seeing as how Chad is the one who wanted Sammy safeguarded in his own bed, it only makes sense to presume that Chad is the one who decided they would free Sammy of his bonds. Not Hunter.


P.s - I know you like Hunter a lot. I can tell from your comments and posts on some of the RP game threads. I'm not saying he's not nice, but I definitely do think you're looking at him through rose-coloured glasses and seeing things that are not necessarily there. A lot of us tend to do that when we find someone especially attractive

If you look at the stat cards (for Andrew, Chad, Hunter, Matt and Brody) Hunter is the only with with a neutral empathy score. He scores 10, which is neither a strength nor a weakness. All of the other guys, even Andrew, are severely lacking on that front. Hunter most likely stood out for you because of his looks, but also because of his greater empathy and lesser proneness to extreme hazing.

I see, but I have two objections.

1. First, regarding Chad, I don't take away the fact that he was indeed gentle and sometimes protective. But he was also, in my opinion, very intrusive and brutal. The fact that Sammy spent time on his lap means nothing to me: that was time when he was either tied up or held down by Chad to prevent him from escaping while he explained what happened next. It was done in a brutal and completely possessive manner. I have a hard time seeing Chad's kindness in that. But I will explain how he acted well towards Sammy, compared to Hunter or Brody, in my next comment on the new chapter.

2. Second point: I did read the last chapter. I'll include the excerpt here:

"He's down there." Hunter calmly reassured me, stepping up behind my slightly narrower frame and nodding toward the large bed where our team captain slept. "We released him just a few hours after he went to bed last night. Chad took him in. I wanted to make sure the little guy stayed safe and out of trouble," he continued, speaking quietly so as not to wake his roommate.

This passage tells me that Hunter watched over Sammy passively. I admit that, of course. I'm going to assume this is a French translation error, but to me, it all says Hunter watched over Sammy by entrusting him to Chad—or that he would have intervened if he felt Sammy was only safe with him or someone else.

As for the rest, I can only submit.

[bondagefreak]

2. Second point: I did read the last chapter. I'll include the excerpt here:

"He's down there." Hunter calmly reassured me, stepping up behind my slightly narrower frame and nodding toward the large bed where our team captain slept. "We released him just a few hours after he went to bed last night. Chad took him in. I wanted to make sure the little guy stayed safe and out of trouble," he continued, speaking quietly so as not to wake his roommate.

This passage tells me that Hunter watched over Sammy passively. I admit that, of course. I'm going to assume this is a French translation error, but to me, it all says Hunter watched over Sammy by entrusting him to Chad—or that he would have intervened if he felt Sammy was only safe with him or someone else.

Ahhhh eh bien voilà. This is 100% a flawed translation issue. The excerpt you shared is not what I wrote. Your translation tool is adding words where none should be added. This seems insignificant, but in some cases (such as this one), it changes the meaning of a sentence completely.

This is the excerpt you shared:

"He's down there." Hunter calmly reassured me, stepping up behind my slightly narrower frame and nodding toward the large bed where our team captain slept. "We released him just a few hours after he went to bed last night. Chad took him in. I wanted to make sure the little guy stayed safe and out of trouble," he continued, speaking quietly so as not to wake his roommate.

Look at the original text. There is no "I" in what Hunter said. The original text reads: "He's under there." Hunter calmly assured me, stepping in behind my slightly narrower frame and motioning his head towards the large bed where our burly team captain slept. "We freed him just a few hours after going to bed last night. Chad took him in. Wanted to make sure the little guy stayed safe and out of trouble." he went on, speaking to me in a low tone so as not to wake up his roommate.

The absence of the I is critical to this sentence. Hunter is saying that Chad took Sam to bed because Chad wanted him safe and out of trouble.