THE TWINK & THE JOCK (M+/M) *NEW CHAPTER MAY 31*

[Ropelover98]

Fuck poor Sammy.. finally free but that didnt last long.. but still feel very jealous.. if i was Sammy i immediately would have caused trouble to be a captive again

[Tsuhaya]

An amazing chapter as always, sir! I see it's a bit longer than usual, thank you for that

As for the gag, I voted for something from Hunter, an emotional torture, with a hint of male stench

[sock slave boy]

I think Samy really deserved this little break, Hunter's was more of a big brother to him than MARK, lent him clothes, played video games with him... he was really nice, I wonder if he did it out of kindness or if he got bullied by a little Samy who was too excited.

I think we've all had a moment like that where we're surrounded by bigger people who could crush you at any moment.

But I have a little question, is it normal for an athlete or a group of athletes (as described here) to be bothered by their own smell? I mean they are in constant contact with each other's smells, it shouldn't do anything to them, when Mark and entered Hunter's room he shouldn't smell anything that bothers him

for Samy's gag the most logical would be that he eats Mark's socks or Brody's underwear, but the most sympathetic and especially funny would be that it's a Hunter's thing, he's in his room, so it's logical.

[sock slave boy]

In any case, it would be a beautiful (romance) that I would like to experience with Shawn

[bondagefreak]

Hey guys! Quick update: Really satisfied with the way this next chapter is turning out. Proofreading aside, it should be ready to publish within the next twelve hours or so. Stay tuned!

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[4toes]

As always, thank you so much for writing and sharing your stories with us. Looking forward to the next chapter

[thespy]

Great chapter, as usual, poor little Sammy finally free only to be caught again haha, I'm rather jealous of that little dwerp actually... and I think gagging him with Mark's sweaty nasty socks would be a good way to keep him from drawing attention and to finally fully savior his curious captor essence.

[Bradstick]

BACKGROUND CHARACTERS

JOEY - DORM APARTMENT VISITOR
CHRIS - DORM APARTMENT VISITOR
KYLE - DORM APARTMENT VISITOR

* THESE THREE ARE UNIMPORTANT TO THE PLOT & ONLY APPEAR AS CAMEOS.
* READERS OF BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG ARE ALREADY FAMILIAR WITH THIS GROUP.

Oh my gosh! I did not realize that those three were in it! It was nice seeing Kyle again. I really enjoyed the character in B&G and was sad he didn’t make the cut in the Apocalypse story. His character in chapter 215 “landing zone” was first time I saw facesitting and bondage together and I’ve been hooked since then! That was a great cameo and hopes he continues to make an appearance!

[bondagefreak]

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[bondagefreak]

Note From The Author: Mature themes and vulgar language aplenty. Viewer discretion is very strongly advised.

AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE

THE TWINK & THE JOCK

CHAPTER 7 - DOWN THE HATCH

Poor Sam just lay there, lying on his stomach, his wrists securely zip-tied behind his back and his nimble body swallowed up by a sea of hulking jocks. Seated on his back and straddling his puny frame were none other than the team's brawny heavyweights; Chad and Brody. The prospect of revisiting our brutish linebacker's putrid duffle bag and being lowered inside its hellish maw for an extended stashing was apparently so frightening and so incredibly terrifying that even the threat of dealing with Brody's feverish jock-pouch didn't completely dissuade my stepbrother from emitting a very desperate call for assistance.

"HELLLLLmmpphhhhh."

Fortunately enough, Matt and Kyle were there to stop him. Had it not been for the prompt intervention of their very broad and very meaty bare palms, the sound of Sammy's deafening scream would've surely flooded the apartment and spilled out into the communal corridor; possibly alerting the neighbouring residents of our unlawful shenanigans.

We, quite naturally, couldn't allow that to happen.


"The little fucker's going inside Brody's shitty bag whether he fuckin' wants to or not!" captain Chad assertively growled; his face scrunched up into a determined frown and his heavily tattoed arms bulging like crazy as he furiously worked the ropes.





Sammy continued screaming and bitching even as repeated calls for his mouth to be stuffed grew louder and bolder, but my two buddies Matt and Kyle dutifully maintained their respective crouching positions on both sides of his head and kept their oversized palms tightly plastered atop his suffocating face.

It's only when I approached their position and signalled my intent to take over the gagging of Sammy's mouth that the two of them finally backed away and joined the more chaotic hogtying effort.

"...mmhhh...SMPHH PHHhhmmph..." was the only thing my spirited stepbrother managed to get out as Matt and I switched places and his palm was replaced with my own.


The sensation of muffling the combative prisoner's mouth and keeping his face tightly sealed was quite strange as far as sensations went. I felt...powerful, for lack of a better term. The little guy's rather desperate attempts at drawing breath from beneath my admittedly quite sizeable palm had for effect of further stimulating the angry tenting of my shorts. Even more so when the occasional loosening of my fleshy grip allowed for slivers of air to very noisily rush up his hungry sniff-holes.

"Shhhh. Quiet down. If you don't quit your whining they're gonna stuff Brody's pouch inside your mouth." I attempted to warn him, lowering my head down closer to his and speaking in a subdued tone so that only he could hear me.

Sammy calmed down a bit after that. His nasal passageways continued desperately searching for air inside my clammy palm, but the kid adopted an aura of compliance as the hogtying grew more severe and the disturbing nature of my warning sunk in. He didn't wanna suck on Brody's funky pouch, and as much as I found the spectacle of his demise amusing, I wasn't cruel to the point of wishing such a fate on him. Brody's pouch was really bad. And I mean really fuckin' bad.





As the minutes ticked by and the raucous banter grew louder and more lively, it was made amply clear to both myself and my handgagged captive that the beefy linebacker's raunchy jockstrap would serve as Sammy's designated stuff-gag.


I knew I had to do something. The collective - and dare I say, highly excessive - hogtying effort was still underway, but from the direction the banter had taken, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that as soon as Sammy's body was deemed suitably trussed up, several of my rowdier teammates would swing around and forcibly stuff his cavity with Brody's positively diseased ballsack-sweat-soaked jock-pouch. I had to act, and I had to act fast.

Much to his own credit, Sammy was smart enough to understand that I was on his side, and as such, remained wisely compliant and kept his mouth shut even after the tentative loosening of my handgag.

"Stay quiet." I whispered, placing a finger on my lips before seating myself on the floor directly in front of his face.

The poignant stench of stale corn and acrid cleaning vinegar suddenly filled the air and stung my nostrils after I raised a knee up to my chest and yanked one of my annoyingly sweaty black TNs off. Thinking this a more palatable alternative to Brody's pouch, I did the same thing with my other foot and hastily peeled both of my socks off before slipping my shoes back on.





Seeing as how the alternative would've been several times worse, I fully expected Sam to open up and thank me when I cupped a hand behind his head and moved the steaming hot mass of my own fermenting stinkbombs right up to his visibly apprehensive face. I knew he wouldn't be thrilled, but I nevertheless thought my offer to be more viable than Brody's hellish jock-pouch. Sammy, as it turns out, didn't appear inclined to agree.

"Come on. Open up." I quietly prodded, tightening my grip behind his head and moving the big ball of sweat-soaked fabric over his lips and nose so as to further convince him of the urgency of surrendering.

The little guy closed his lips tight, shook his head no and then drew a quick whiff directly from within my vinegary-scented stinkbombs before shaking his head anew and letting a muffled cry out.


My younger stepbrother and I spent what was probably the next three minutes quietly arguing back and forth; with me trying to make him understand the wisdom of surrendering to my socks and him going cross-eyed from the smell and outright refusing to open up.

It took a while, but then it finally struck me. I was going about this the wrong way! Of course he wasn't going to open up for something of mine. But something from his secret crush Hunter? Now that might just do the trick, I silently thought to myself.


I didn't bother sharing my idea or seeking my stepbrother's approval before tossing my fermenting socks down to the floor and scanning the cluttered room for another viable alternative. Rummaging through the star quarterback's overflowing gear bag would've surely yielded a number of potential gags, but seeing as how my teammates were slobs - Hunter included - I knew that whatever piece of cloth was contained within there would risk sending Sammy into a coma.

It took a while for me to find something that looked half suitable, but when my eyes finally narrowed in on the very badly crumpled-up pair of socks lying idly under Hunter's bed, I knew I'd struck gold. Jackpot!






In hindsight, I should've probably given the socks a quick sniff test before imposing them on our prisoner's mouth. Even a quick tentative whiff would've revealed that something wasn't quite right with the stuffing I'd snatched up from under the handsome heartthrob's bed.

Alas, I was in a bit of a rush to save my stepbrother's mouth from being stuffed with Brody's pouch, and I wasn't exactly keen on giving Hunter's notoriously strong-smelling stuff a whiff. Especially seeing as how the mere removal of his trainers could stink the entire apartment up in a matter of minutes.



Sammy went positively cross-eyed upon flaring his nostrils into the bizarrely crusty yet moist ball of fabric I eagerly pressed up to his face. He gagged on the smell and crinkled his nose up in an unabashed display of unquestionable revulsion, but I swept his antics aside as though they were nothing and excitedly informed him of the fact that the nauseatingly strong-smelling bombs pressed up to his face were none other than Hunter's. Call me naive, but seeing as how my stepbrother had a crush on the guy, I legitimately thought I was doing him a favour.

Not initially picking up on what he'd just sampled, poor Sammy coughed and gagged on what I assumed to be the lingering stench of his secret crush's bulbous toes. That was only the half of it. The socks did in fact reek of the jumbo-soled quarterback's infamously poignant foot odour, but even though they were heavily worn and looked as though they hadn't visited the wash in weeks, they also stank of something else. Poor Sammy.


"Shhh. Open up." I quietly instructed, feeling pressed for time and sensing that the group hogtying effort was soon drawing to a close.

Sammy gave the proposed gag an unmistakably fearful look when I cupped the back of his head in one hand and brought one of the star quarterback's soggy-crusty bundles up to his terror-stricken face. The smell must've been out of this world.

"Shhhhh. C'mon, hurry up. Take Hunter's sock in." I once again impatiently prodded, uttering his crush's name merely for the sake of further inciting him to open up.

Sammy complied; half-heartedly parting his lips wide and surrendering his oral cavity to my hunky buddy's big fuming sock. That, unfortunately enough, turned out to be a big mistake - on Sammy's part. The instant he opened up, I tightened my grip behind his dishevelled brown dome and began feeding him the cumbersome fabric I'd snatched up from underneath his secret crush's bed.

"There we go. Down the hatch. Wash Hunter's sock." I teasingly chuckled, pushing the crusty old sock's yellowing toe area in first, before finally filling his gob up with the rest of my supremely well-built buddy's debris-ridden, leg hair-ladden stinkbomb.





Realising that something was terribly wrong with the gag, Sammy very quickly reversed course.

"Gmmmphh! Phhgg mpph ppgghhmmh..." he very desperately cried out, his face crinkled into the most horrified of expressions as his tongue rushed to push the newly introduced ball of fabric out.

Not understanding what was going on and thinking nothing of his sudden change of heart, I tightened the already firm grip I had behind his head and used two of my fingers to prevent him from expelling the fat wadding out from in between his lips.

"No. Shhhhh. Calm down." I scoldingly whispered, even as I held the sock in and quickly scanned the room for the closest available roll of adhesive tape. Sam was going to be dealing with Hunter's old sock whether he wanted to or not.


Much to my immediate relief, one of my fellow guests - Kyle - made an unannounced and highly fortuitous reappearance, this time by pulling out from amid the more chaotic hogtying effort and crouching down directly next to Sammy's defenceless head.

"Need a hand?" he offered, bringing his own very thick and immensely sizeable palms to bear, generously offering to take over, presumably so that I could fetch that much-needed roll of tape.

As it turns out, beefy Kyle made rather short work of Sammy's spirited efforts. He clamped his giant palms behind and atop my stepbrother's face, allowing only his eyes and forehead to poke out from above the glaringly suffocating handgag. Satisfied with Sammy's amply silenced state, I sprung up from my crouching position and quickly roamed about the room for that elusive roll of super sticky duct tape.

Imagine my surprise when - after finally getting a hold of the silvery adhesive - I darted back towards my initial position only to find Kyle in the process of forcing Hunter's second sock into my downed stepbrother's now furiously bulging mouth.

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[OrdinaryWorld]

Oh dear, think I've realised what kind of sock was used here
Contrary to what you might think BF, this isn't actually the first time a sock like this has been used. Brad's sock in the russian roulette game way back in book 2 or 3 springs to mind.

I enjoyed this chapter, well done

[ChairBoy]

I love the care and brutality used by the older brother in this chapter! So hot!

[4toes]

Pretty hot chapter again I would say. Just can't enough with those socks pics and your storytelling. Among the bunch, does Hunter have the worst foot odour? It is was masterful as well how you incorporated the top votes.

[socjuc]

Where do I start?......

Ok so you had me at
""Come on. Open up." I quietly prodded, tightening my grip behind his head and moving the big ball of sweat-soaked fabric over his lips and nose so as to further convince him of the urgency of surrendering.

The little guy closed his lips tight, shook his head no and then drew a quick whiff directly from within my vinegary-scented stinkbombs before shaking his head anew and letting a muffled cry out."

Love how this chapter had Sammy's valiant stepbrother coming in to save Sammy but instead just tortures him more and more as the other jocks are distracted. HOT!!!

But the clincher is having Kyle come back into the scene where he assists, and takes over to further gag Sammy with the second of Hunter's 'special' socks...

What an awesome chapter Sir! You have truly out done your self this time! Exceptionally authored. I have nothing further to add

Both Sammy's stepbrother,Mark and Kyle using Hunter's socks on Sammy, is 'my thing' when they use another dude's sock, and Hunter is unaware that he is in fact domming Sammy but not realizing it HOT!

[GoBucks]

Wow this story just continues to not disappoint! How naive to not think anything is wrong with a crusty old sock under a guy's bed

But hey it's not like Sammy didn't want a taste, he probably just prefers it freshly made

[squirrel]

Oh boy... Hunter's socks seem rotten beyond belief, but who knows? Maybe our little protagonist will get used to suck on his secret crush's sweaty wad...

[Bradstick]

Poor Sammy! To be fair, it was his own fault for being too picky. Personally I would have taken Brody’s jock but that’s just me.

An absolutely incredible chapter! I love the relationship between Matt and Sammy. Matt does care about his step brother and is trying to help how he can. However, he is also a guy and we are known to be a little naive at times. A crusty sock under a guys bed, come on Mark.

Can’t wait for the next chapter. I am excited for Hunters reaction of seeing / knowing that Sammy is choking on his seed. Hopefully this won’t be last time Sammy gets a taste of that precious liquid.

[Wedgieboy69]

Sammy doesn't like Hunter's flavor? Or is it just that he would rather have it fresh from the tap?

[bondagefreak]

Among the bunch, does Hunter have the worst foot odour? It is was masterful as well how you incorporated the top votes.

Possibly, though it was never specified in-story. The only information we currently have is Mark (the narrator) stating that Hunter and Chad were both in a league of their own and that Matt had deemed it preferable to share a room with Brody rather than bunk up with the team captain and star quarterback. That, in itself, is definitely something.

Seeing as how our narrator's footwear appears to be drawing lively reactions, both from Sammy and some of the other guys, it's safe to assume that Hunter and Chad - being in a league of their own - would produce some truly lethal footwear.

As for the incorporation of the poll's two top votes, I assure you that was not intentional! The plot and its outcome were both planned right from the start and would have remained the same irrespective of the opinion poll. The story's full title - THE TWINK & THE JOCK: AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE - might start making more sense to you guys now

[OrdinaryWorld]

God, the idea of Chad and Hunter having horrific footwear yet sharing a room and both being so attractive and jockish is driving me a bit nuts. What a hot room and pair!

[Socksbound]

Sammy finding out his dream boat crush has socks and feet that are way too much for him.

Nice to see Kyle making an appearance even if it’s just a small cameo. Stuffing the extra sock in and making Sammy’s cheeks bulge made me laugh

[Stormee]

Figured Sammy would get his crush's socks in his mouth, make things easier for him to be gagged. But those socks are definitely wrong with them to make Sammy squirm to the taste and smell. Better than Brody's jockstrap for him though. Well, he'll be ready for the party now in the giant bag.

[Xtc]

Suggestion, @bondagefreak: how about taking up a career in fashion photography, especially footwear?

[thespy]

Wow what a great chapter, I think it might be one of my faves so far, it was pretty hot imaging the whole thing, hot for me and definitely hot for Mark as he finally confirmed he was tenting his shorts watching his little stepbro struggle and plead (as was I)... I think it's cute that Mark wants to help him (but I think it might come back and bite him in the ass), for a sec I thought those putrid yet sexy black socks were gonna stuff Sammy's mouth, but not quite, and I believe I can assume why Sammy had that reaction of a pair of crumpled up socks under a bed *wink *wink. great work, as usual, keep up the good stuff Sir! thank you for sharing.

[sock slave boy]

I wonder if gagging him with Hunter's football socks wouldn't have been better, she must be really great .

Samy is really a difficult kid, I think the whole team realizes it, he's going to end up in the gym bag with a whole bunch of stinky stuff to sniff for hours .

I don't know if I should envy him