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Just a small story-related sidenote I wanted to share with you guys. If you’ve been following my content for any length of time, you’ve probably noticed that my writing leans quite heavily into sensory details and descriptions - sounds, smells, textures, and the like. This tale is, of course, no different.
Thanks to private correspondences I've had with readers over the last few months, I've come to realise that some of you, especially those living in perpetually warm climates, may not necessarily be familiar with one of the things Jake often describes here - the sound of leather. I've always sorta taken for granted that everyone is familiar with it, but that's clearly not the case.
If you're 18+ (which I hope you are if you're reading this!) and are curious to hear what Erick's (or even the intruder's) gear sounds like IRL, send me a PM and I'll link you to two short videos that'll give you a good idea of what Jake is often describing. Your familiarity with the various sounds he describes will make his narration seem more vivid and immersive. Either way, don't be shy.
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I would have been surprised if Erick had left Jake by himself that long. The suspense was there though for a while. This new character seems to be quite interesting and I look forward to seeing what he has to learn from Erick. I also look forward to Jake and Erick spending quality time together.
After catching up on the 2 chapters, I can see that Jake was enjoying himself. Left to the bindings of his ropes and gag to be quiet while Erick rushes to the vet and enjoying his predicament as if he was truly kidnapped for his first time tied up. Testing the limits of his gag and ropes, knowing he can't escape easily anyway.
But comes the next chapter, he is petrified as someone new other than Erick comes in and sees him. Unmistakably called by Erick to come watch Jake while he stays with Rufus at the vet. Jake's mind racing to where he should be embarrassed when being naked in front of him, but the horniness that clouds him means he needs the attention. Curious on what this newcomer will do to the helpless Jake now.
My biggest question is whether Erick requested or approves of what is happening here. Sure Jake is enjoying himself now, but there may be consequences for going too far with this leather-gloved chap.
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Guardianbound wrote: 1 month ago
My biggest question is whether Erick requested or approves of what is happening here. Sure Jake is enjoying himself now, but there may be consequences for going too far with this leather-gloved chap.
A valid question, and possibly an even more valid concern.
That raises a perhaps even better question, though. What exactly is Jake supposed to do about it?
This feels very wrong to me. All Erick’s choices here I really can’t approve of. He’s seemed so calm calculated and thoughtful with everything he’s done and this to me feels like a completely different person, or one who is very much preoccupied with other thoughts and rushed his decisions. I’m at the moment considering if Erick is the poster boy dom we were painted earlier, maybe this is why he didn’t already have a boi of his own.
Leaving Jake bound and with an oversized gag is concerning to me, but I kinda glossed over it as Jake seemed ok. Sending someone to look after Jake great idea in theory. Jake doesn’t know him at all and is unable to communicate. I’d expect this person to be completely trust worthy and not take advantage of that fact. What we are about to get really crosses a line here for me. Even if Jake seems ok this doesn’t seem right and Erick’s decision is a poor one
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CHAPTER 23 - THE WOLF IN THE BUTCHER'S SHOP
The intruder - whose name I did not even know yet – probably had no idea that full leather motorcycle suits were what initially drew me to his behemothic friend's online profile. He probably had no way of knowing that his current outfit was nearly identical to what I had fantasised Erick would one day wear during a pretend kidnapping of me.
Every part of him, save for his stubble-jawed face, was clad in the most sheening of jet-black leathers. Forearm length gauntlet gloves clung to his hands and fingers like a second skin, and tall motorcycle boots rode up to his leather-clad shins.
Though verbal communication was kept to a strict minimum – not only due to my thick gag but due to my captor's intimidating silence - the cavernous bedroom was positively brimming with noise.
The ominous wolf's leathery apparel creaked with a discordant vengeance. Every single one of his movements - even the slight shifting of a limb or the mere flicking of his wrist – caused the otherwise silent abode to fill with the sound of angry groaning. Beneath the incessant creaking, I moaned; sucking vigourously on the giant pecker and struggling for the life of me to breathe.
The leathery stud heard the noisy rush of air and noted the obvious obstruction of my nostrils. But still, he did nothing to appease me. In fact, he did the exact opposite. I was once again confronted with the frightening effectiveness of Erick's maddening ropework when a pair of glistening fingers unannouncedly came down to pinch my nose shut.
"Mnnpphhh!" I, of course, instantly tried yelling - my muffled protests ringing hopelessly hollow beneath the hefty stuffer gag.
In my growing desperation to breathe, I began urgently fighting the rope cage. The attempt was not only doomed to fail but downright ill-advised. The punishing crotch harness, in its eternal incomprehension of events far beyond its narrow scope, immediately jumped to action – exacting its swift brand of justice on what it undoubtedly perceived as being a rebellious prisoner. There would be no escaping Master Erick's strict bonds.
The intruder's firm grip never once left my cock, at least, not during those initial few minutes. He pumped my throbbing shaft up and down in a torturously slow cadence and then immediately clamped his other hand atop my face after mercifully freeing my nostrils. Slivers of air noisily rushed into my flaring airways, but the adequate filling of my lungs was made needlessly difficult due to the leathery palm sitting square atop my face.
The stalking wolf silently watched as I fought for every breath. He sat there, his unflinching gaze drilling holes into my very soul even as I noisily sniffed the underside of his strong-smelling, leathery palm.
Fingers alternated between cruelly tapping my sensitive balls, slowly running up and down the full length of my erect shaft and teasingly tracing circles around my achingly distended cockhead.
I had never been touched in this manner. Not by a man. Not by anyone. My body writhed with a bizarre mixture of need, desperation and fear. The lone wolf's dance was a constant swing between pain and pleasure, but the tune remained unpredictable and wholly dependent on his changing whims. I felt so very weak and utterly at his mercy. The stud understood that, and he very obviously drew great satisfaction from having me under his thumb.
It took a while - and much whimpering on my part - for his ministrations to finally pause, but eventually he did address me. Though the verbal acknowledgement was of relatively slight comfort, the poorly concealed derision in my handsome captor's hoarse voice left little doubt that I was far from out of the woods.
"So you're the virgin boy Erick was telling me about, is that correct?" he asked, or rather stated, causing me to whimper in the affirmative and meekly nod my head yes.
No response came. No mocking laughter or approbatory remark either. Only another question.
"Has he taken you yet?" he inquired, my mind momentarily racing to understand what he meant.
I quietly shook my head no upon realising that he meant sex. No, Erick had not laid physical claim to me yet. Before today, I had never even been on his bed, let alone been seen naked before him. Tonight was going to be my first overnight stay at his place, and possibly my first time sharing his bed.
"Hmmm. I see." the stud somewhat pensively mused, apparently deep in thought whilst absentmindedly stroking the blond stubble that lined his prominent chin. "Then he's keeping you for later. Interesting."
The thick pecker gag kept me from verbalising a response, but truthfully, I was thankful for that. Even had my mouth not been so thoroughly plugged, I would not have known what to say - or how to respond.
"Have you seen it yet? Have you seen his cock?" came another, even more unwelcome question.
I shook my head no, a slightly disapproving frown overtaking my gagged face. Though the intruder was strangely alluring due to the power he effortlessly wielded, his line of questioning displeased me greatly and felt so very intrusive. Perhaps doubly so due to my closeted sexuality and immensely private nature.
The leathery stud smiled upon seeing my head shake in wordless negation. Not warmly, not mockingly, but knowingly - as though the answer itself was somehow deeply amusing. I shivered upon catching sight of it.
"Well, virgin boy. Better keep praying he doesn't take you anytime soon, 'cause you're gonna have one hell of a heart attack when you see what he's packing down there." he warned, his words instantly filling me with dread, not only due to the legitimate concerns I already had about Erick's great size, but also due to the cold, matter-of-fact manner in which his intruder-friend had somberly voiced those unspoken concerns.
Erick's endowment was again brought to the fore, this time not with mere words but by something more tangible. The discordant creak of leather filled my ears when the stubble-jawed wolf reached down to snatch the discarded undies that lay on the floor next to the king-sized bed. I had spotted them earlier, back when my host had first carried my bound frame out of the stinky basement and into his bedroom.
The sound of a would-be question died out mid-sentence when my captor's gloved hands unfurled the crumpled cloth and his eyes picked up on its exaggerated bulk. He had meant to ask whether the boxer-briefs were mine, but the sheer size and width of them made it abundantly clear that they weren't.
The badly stretched leg slots, which had previously been tasked with accommodating Erick's gargantuan thighs, looked irreparably compromised, not to mention stretched beyond reason. But perhaps even more unsettling was the tragic sag and the unmistakably distressed state of the absurdly roomy front support pouch. The fatigued fabric bore all the scars of prolonged strain; something which clearly hinted at past efforts to contend with an unusually large and very generous endowment.
My captor didn't miss a beat. He dangled the colossal boxers down in front of my wide-eyed face and allowed my fearful gaze to linger on the frighteningly sagging front support pouch.
"Told you you'd have a heart attack." he quipped, his tone semi-serious but his words so very ominous-sounding.
I looked on, utterly powerless to do anything and virtually unable to protest even as creaking fingers deliberately put on a show and very slowly turned the giant boxers inside out. When the face-engulfing pouch finally threatened to swallow my nose, I fought the instinctive urge to turn away from it. As you may have guessed, the unconquerable pull stemming from my own curiosity and years' worth of repressed desires prevented me from doing so.
The leathery stud didn't seek my approval. He merely pressed the giant wadding on top of my face and held it there with one hand. "There you go, virgin boy. Sniff that fuckin' pouch." his gravelly voice purred, the telltale creaking of leather once again betraying his every move as jet-black fingers casually reached for the big vibrating wand.
The frightening weapon buzzed to life, warning me of imminent torments. But I was quite honestly too far gone to care.
I couldn't see anything from beneath the mammoth cloth, but I still vividly recall the indescribable rush that swept over me when my nostrils greedily flared open - hungrily sucking up the poignant musk contained within Erick's impossibly ample pouch.
The scent that assaulted me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It wasn't harrowingly torturous like that which had previously greeted me upon opening up his hockey bag, but it was strong. Strong enough to make my lithe body tense and poignant enough to make my toes curl up.
That first tentative whiff of the bearded knight's monstrous endowment hit me like a figurative bag of bricks. I coughed, stuck halfway between unspeakable revulsion and unbridled titillation.
"Yeahhh. That's right, virgin boy. Big sniffs." came the leathery stud's low, gravelly-voiced command.
I crinkled my nose and furrowed my brow beneath the big, crotch-scented fabric, but still, I felt compelled to obey him.
The vibrating cock sleeve mounted the uppermost portion of my distended erection, but it only stayed there for a brief moment before unannouncedly pulling away.
Images of Erick instantly flooded my mind; his muscles, his voice, his mildly cocky attitude and the playful cheekiness that lined his kind-hearted jabs. I thought of his smelly Jeep, and thought of the mortifyingly reeking duffle bag he kept within it. I remembered our earlier exchange and how he'd oh-so-proudly encouraged me to try fully wrapping my hands around his thick upper arm. I recalled the grin on his face and remembered the hearty laughter that filled his vehicle following my failed attempts to do so. My god, he was hot!
I flared my nostrils into the hulking stud's cavernous pouch, a barrage of debilitatingly poignant musk immediately flooding into my airways and storming past the mental barriers I'd naively sought to erect. My boner throbbed. My body ached with arousal.
The silicone sleeve mounted my trembling cock again, before swiftly retreating a second time. Its wielder was evidently perceptive or experienced enough to recognise that I was nearing climax.
"You're not used to this, are you?" he spoke, his question coming off as somewhat rhetorical. He pulled the musky cloth away from my coughing face and then watched, cold and unflinching, as I shook my head no and pleaded beneath my gag.
The blond stallion purred, or rather growled, before alerting me to the fact that I would not be experiencing release at his gloved hands. He was merely acting as a bench warmer - a placeholder pending my real Master's return.
I didn't know what to make of that. Part of me was relieved at the idea of being left intact and fully preserved for Erick. But another part of me wanted to scream, to find release and be rid of this unbearable fury that stiffened my unreachable crotch!
The stud's cruel lips curled up into a sadistic sneer as the underside of his gloved thumb probingly twirled circles around my gaping piss slit. I groaned and bucked my hips up, but then predictably cried out due to the unyielding crotch's harness tit-for-tat retaliations. If I had to wait another hour with this guy fondling me like this, I'd go bloody mad!
Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, the prowling hunter seemed all too aware of the fact that I was close to spilling my seed – something he frustratingly enough seemed intent on not letting happen.
Erick's musky boxers were briefly crammed atop my face again. They stayed there for several lengthy seconds before lazily being tossed aside, next to the idle – but still very menacing – cock sleeve-mounted wand.
Leathery fingers tapped the underside of my sensitive balls, causing a series of pained whimpers to leave my gagged mouth. Still, the stranger showed no discernible hint of emotion. He loomed atop me - his face mere inches from mine, his breath hot on my skin and a glistening, gloved hand possessively holding my chin.
"You're gonna be a good boy for me now, aren't you?" the cap-wearing stud very somberly asked, prompting a soft whimper and the quick nodding of my head.
"Yeah. You better be. You won't be giving me any trouble while Erick's away now, will you?" he pressed. I shook my head no.
"Good." came the sound of his curt response, before the dreaded tapping of gloved fingers greeted my balls again. This was probably just his way of reminding me how truly dependent and utterly at his mercy I was.
I watched, equal parts relieved and desperate as the leather-clad stallion slowly pulled away. His moderately tall frame rose up from the large bed, but the incessant creaking of noisy leather remained audible well after his departure.
The living room TV hummed to life while, judging by the sounds coming from the kitchen, he popped open a cold beer and freely rummaged through Erick’s fridge.
As for me, well...all I could do was lie there; waiting in complete silence, contending with the cavity-filling pecker and longing for the touch – any touch – that would grant me the relief I so urgently needed.
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Ah good, it appears Erichs neatly wrapped present to himself shall remain unopened for Erichs return through the CHIMNEY on Christmas morning. A nicely WRAPPED JAKE BOY TOI for Erich to play with, to have and to hold.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
What a hot chapter... The newcomer's attitude is hot as hell, he looks like a second in command, after Erick.
The descriptions of leather cracking and noice it made were magnificent!
I loved how the leather clad jock mocked and teased Jake with Erick's huge underear and the wand... Jake must have been having the best and the worst time at the same time!
And finally: the few references to the strict bondage were masterpieces; instead of describinf literally Jake's predicament there were simple few words about it. Just great!
Given the difficulty Jake is already having with the pecker gag, when we do finally get to servicing/being taken by Erick, Jake is in for a rough few sessions.
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@Guardianbound While it's too early for me to confirm anything, your astute observation definitely has merit. I would, however, counterbalance that by pointing out that much of Jake's difficulty with the gag doesn't stem from the oral protrusion. Sure, he qualifies it as being dauntingly intrusive and difficult to contend with, but if we go by his narration, it's actually the size and heft of the face-hugging front panel piece that's giving him the most trouble. Here's a quote from Chapter 21:
I spent most of those initial minutes vehemently struggling against the unyielding rope prison and shaking my head in a panicked attempt at being rid of the frightening pecker.
I panicked, writhed, cried out and then struggled some more. It continued like that until finally, I was breathless and left with no other choice than to halt my pointless struggle and just focus on breathing. My chest heaved. The sound of rushing air filled my ears - and the entire room - as I noisily fought for air and struggled to quell the burning of my lungs.
Though the gag was not designed to hinder breathing, the size and heft of the annoyingly well-padded face piece left me glaringly aware of the fact that being on the petite side came with its fair share of disadvantages. The generously-padded, face-engulfing front piece clung to my cheeks and lips and just barely cleared my nostrils. Every inhale came with the overpowering scent of leather, and every exhale was marked by a dissonant rush of air.
My partially obstructed airways flared open again, hungrily feeding more air into my lungs even as I cursed the poignant smell and angrily lamented the burly intrusion that so completely filled my mouth. "Mmmnnpphhhh!"
The blond stud's using Erick's boxers to inflict torments/arousal on Jake is ultra HOT!....that use of the other dude's gear gets me every time
Now that Jake has been excited already, I am hoping the blond buddy turns sadistic lol...nah kidding....though I am lookng forward to see how he has his fun, and see what he enjoys to do with tied up vicitms
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I know I said it last time, but this is so incredibly worth the wait! I love how the new guy is colder and harsher than Erik without going too hard on little newbie Jake.
Oh no, I’m falling for this new character. That breath play plus the crotch harness was such a deadly combo. Add that with the forced crotch sniffing of underwear and it was such an amazing chapter.
The easiest way to my heart is using underwear as a weapon and this mystery man has certainly checked that box.
Bradstick wrote: 1 month ago
Well fuck me running, this character is way too fucking hot. His entrance, the way he eyed up Jake like a piece of meat. This man seems like he has sadistic tendencies when he doms and I’m totally here for it.
Bradstick wrote: 1 month ago
Oh no, I’m falling for this new character. That breath play plus the crotch harness was such a deadly combo. Add that with the forced crotch sniffing of underwear and it was such an amazing chapter.
I can't say I'm all too surprised to hear that, my friend. You seem to have a sweet spot for the harsher, more sadistic guys. And I'm not talking about the iron-fisted ones like Brody. I mean the sly, calculating, cunning types: Ryan, Matt...and now this guy, who shall for now go unnamed. Definitely something you seem to have in common with our mutual friend @OrdinaryWorld.
bondagefreak wrote: 1 month ago I can't say I'm all too surprised to hear that, my friend. You seem to have a sweet spot for the harsher, more sadistic guys. And I'm not talking about the iron-fisted ones like Brody. I mean the sly, calculating, cunning types: Ryan, Matt...and now this guy, who shall for now go unnamed. Definitely something you seem to have in common with our mutual friend @OrdinaryWorld.
I definitely value brain over brawn. I want someone who mind’s can match my own both in and out of bondage. I am definitely liking this new character.
A sadistic man with an always turning mind is so hot. Give them some muscles to carry out their plans and you have found my perfect match!
What a nice addition to the story, another dom, hehe. Only this one is more "evil" than our hunk, Erick, or at least for now. Jake is definitely learning a lot in a short amount of time; his little, innocent brain is going to be completely rewired to be the best sub ever haha.
On a side note, regarding the sounds or description you use in the/your story/ies... I'm from a tropical warm country, so some of the stuff you describe is unusual to see here, tho I know and I've interacted and even own some of them, but still, I've found ways to relate some of those items to things I can find here, and it's been helpful and fun. One example, when you describe leather, I remember the sound and feel of a horse saddle and the sound it makes as it moves or the reins stretching and pulling on the pommel.
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THE BOI & THE ALPHA
CHAPTER 24 - BOUND TO SNIFF
The wolf – let's just call him that – had a very different brand of dominance than what I'd come to experience thus far. Granted, my experience pool was rather limited – make that very limited – but his style was practically the polar opposite of what Erick had shown me a bit earlier that day.
The mystery guy kept me on my toes. Every now and then, he would get up from the living room couch and wordlessly stand by the bedroom doorway, presumably just to check up on me. His gaze was neither kind nor playful, but rather sharp and judgmental, almost as though he hadn't yet fully decided whether he approved of me or not.
I grew very still every time the telltale thudding of boots and the noisy creaking of leather warned me of his imminent approach. I even feigned being asleep once or twice, if only to shield myself from his cold, judgmental stare.
The stud was still casually sipping on his beer by the time of his fifth silent visit. He said nothing at first, but unlike the previous four times, he eventually stepped into the bedroom proper and slowly began closing the distance between us. I tensely shifted, every muscle in my lithe body instinctively growing stiff with apprehension. I gulped - expecting pain, torment or discipline. My expectations were proven incorrect, of course. That was part of his dance. Unpredictableness.
I followed his approach through wide, fearful eyes and nervously flinched when his noisily creaking form finally settled on the large bed. He looked at me, his piercing gaze as smug and as silently condescending as ever. Then he spoke, filling my ears with that deep, gravelly voice of his.
"How's that gag, boy?" he asked, the beer bottle briefly meeting his lips for another quick sip of the cold, amber brew.
I didn't know what response I should give or even what he expected me to say. So I did what I thought best and said nothing at all. My gaze was, of course, kept carefully averted.
The bottle met his lips again. He quietly watched for several seconds as I contended with the cumbersome plugging. Only the soft sound of creaking leather and the noisy cadence of my laboured sniffs filled the sizeable bedroom.
The gag's thickly-padded face-piece proved of great hindrance to my nostrils, but still, no reprieve was granted. Only a quiet acknowledgement and a gaze of cold indifference.
"You're having trouble with the gag, aren't you, boy?" he spoke, after quietly watching me for some time. I, of course, vigorously nodded my head yes before noisily resuming the difficult task of feeding air into my lungs.
The ominous wolf just sat there, casually holding his beer in one hand, with his booted ankles comfortably crossed up on the lofty comforter and his jacket-clad back resting flush against the headboard.
"Aw. That's too bad." he spoke, his words quite literally dripping with mock-sympathy.
I was struck, not only by the sheer laziness of his attempt at feigning compassion, but also by the clear indifference hinted at in his nonchalant tone. Whether the indifference was real or merely part of an act, I had no way of knowing. I suppose, in a way, that uncertainty was part of his strange appeal.
Another minute or two of him silently observing my difficult breathing ensued before the sound of his hoarse voice finally met my ears again. Only this time, it wasn't to address me. At least, not directly.
"Ahhh, yeah. Time to take these bad boys off." he quietly mumbled, the angry creaking of leather immediately filling the room as he raised a foot up over his knee and began pulling one of his own, heavily-insulated, shin-high boots off.
The first boot landed on the floor with a heavy thud. Then the same process was slowly repeated for the other one. The boot came off with a noisy groan, revealing a rather large and noticeably crummy-looking socked foot. But instead of being tossed down to the floor, its widely gaping maw was slowly lifted up to my seated captor's face.
I watched as the front of the stubble-jawed wolf's face briefly disappeared into the cavernous thing, and then watched as he pulled away from it, this time with a heavily crinkled nose and an air of amused revulsion.
"Phhhew! Man, I gotta let these air out more often." he self-reproachingly muttered, making a mental note before deliberately turning his head down towards my hopelessly well-bound self and asking if I wanted a sniff. The question predictably had for effect of sending me on a bit of a panic spree.
My modest frame immediately began writhing and contorting in nervous anticipation. The overzealous crotch harness unfailingly punished my every attempt to break free. I vigourously shook my head from side to side and struggled to make my opposition heard from beneath the damnable pecker. Still, the leathered-up stud appeared totally unmoved and paid virtually no heed to my frantic protests.
My neck muscles strained to retreat the back of my head deeper into the pillow it was resting on – a last-ditch effort to put some distance between myself and the approaching threat.
My protesting face was still shaking around in a desperate bid to say "no" when the ominous thing's wide, bottomless maw finally closed in around me. The cursed thing sealed itself around my face, and then everything went dark.
I was inside it. Inside the predatory lone wolf's big, chasm-like boot.
The air that hit my face felt hotter than a furnace. The sheer heaviness of it was suffocating, betraying long hours of use as well as an airtight seal around what had been my captor's sizeable foot - not to mention the holed sock draped over it.
When the leather-clad stud voiced the gruff order for me to sniff, I immediately gave in. Not because I had an urge to do so, but because his unquestionably commanding tone demanded it. The ease with which he wielded authority was such that even had it not been enforced, I would most assuredly have felt compelled to address him as "Sir".
As per his command, I greedily flared my nostrils open, noisily taking in a lungful of that hot, heavy air. The overpowering funk of steaming hot leather greeted my airways, and with it came the annoyingly sharp sting of boiled eggs and malt vinegar. The superheated perfume wasn't nearly as dire as that which pervaded Master Erick's gargantuan hightops, but it was still mighty unpleasant. Unpleasant enough to make me gag and poignant enough to make my nose crinkle.
A tortured groan and a series of unsimulated coughs instantly followed that initial first whiff, but the verbal command to keep sniffing was aggressively voiced out again, this time backed with the unwelcome tapping of my nutsack.
"There you go, virgin boy." *TAP. TAP. TAP* "Deep whiffs."
Pre-cum dripped from the flaring mouth of my shaft.
I obeyed, albeit unwillingly. *SNIFF* "Ugggmphh!"
It went on like that for the better part of a torturous minute before my face was finally freed and a stark warning was voiced.
"You think that's bad, wait till you smell Erick's stuff." he let out with a subdued chuckle – perhaps the first subtle hint that my captor wasn't an emotionless psychopath.
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I never had this happen to me before, but always been curious on what a Hitachi wand would be like for edging. Same with that gag. I've been muzzled before but that's about it. Oh to be in Jake's position in the ropes and teased. I can imagine the smell of those boots as I own a pair for star wars cosplay and stink after being worn for like 12 hours or more. Least they're not neoprene wetsuit booties, they have a smell to them too.
What a great, dominant jock! His quick visit to see if Jake was fine were hot as hell... Just a brief scan of the victim and he leaves... And what a fantastic idea to make the bound jock sniff the boots... Slaves and subs should do it at least once a day!
