CHAPTER 167 - THE PROMISED LAND
Saturday, April 29 (11:00 PM)
The hockey game finally ended with a win for our home team.
My captors cheered before banging their beer bottles together and turning their attention down towards me.
"You havin' fun down there, kiddo?" Zack asked, smirking down at me as I sniffed the inside of his big leather police glove.
The inside of his glove smelled a little stronger than I would've liked. But considering the fact that Nick had just removed his giant basketball shoes, I thought it very wise to accept my fate, to stay quiet and to keep sniffing.
And that's exactly what I ended up doing.
I chewed on my boyfriend's massive boxers and flared my nostrils open, taking whiff after whiff after whiff of Zack's stinky cop glove.
Feeling a little fatigued and lightheaded from having to struggle for air inside Nick's heavy-duty Russian army mask, I opened my eyes and peered up at my handsome captor's grinning face before emitting a soft moan and attempting to beg my way through the extremely musky underwear gag that filled my mouth.
My boyfriend's pubes tickled the back of my throat, causing me to choke on his boxers and causing the two muscular hunks to laugh at the sheer helplessness of my predicament.
"Alright, calm down. Take it easy..." Zack purred, removing his stinky glove from my mask and pulling the rubber breathing unit off my sweaty face.
I couldn't help but moan in relief when Nick's giant loincloth was finally pulled out of my mouth.
"Uggghh...Pfftt! Pffffft!" I sputtered, gagging on the strong taste that permeated my tongue and attempting to rid myself of the blond muscle-hunk's wiry pubes.
Nick laughed as his massive undies were pulled out of my mouth, and the enormous tent inside his shiny nylon trackies left little doubt as to the way he felt about all this.
I was tickled a bit, but with my hands and limbs so tightly strung up, I could do nothing to defend myself against their large, probing fingers.
Nick dug his fingers into my soles, while Zack clamped a huge hand over my face and alternated between twisting my nipples, attacking my ribs and tickling my crotch.
As soon as the post-game analysis ended, the hunks stopped offensive and decided to free me of my restraints.
It took some doing, but once all the knots were undone, I was given a few minutes to sit down and rub my wrists before being ordered to clear the living room up and bring all the rope back to the bedroom.
I obeyed and quickly scampered about while the two horny jocks watched my scantily-clad ass from afar.
Although I enjoyed the feeling of wearing a jockstrap under my pants or shorts, having my butt so completely exposed right now made me feel somewhat...uneasy.
Had Nick and I been alone, I would've probably felt more relaxed.
But with TWO predators eyeing me down instead of one, I suddenly felt very exposed and aware of how naked and vulnerable I actually was.
It's only when I left the living room and came back a few minutes later that I realised how absolutely stinky the place was.
Nick had kicked off his shoes, and apparently, Zack had done so as well.
Both hunks were just sitting there, chatting about the game and airing their huge soles out on the coffee table, stinking the room up with their rotten socks and funky old sneakers.
The crinkling of my nose and the look of slight disgust that painted itself across my face must've caught Zack's attention. 'Cause the second I bent down to start gathering the many coils of rope up off the floor, the two-meter-tall hockey player smirked and extended his left foot towards me before wiggling his socked toes in front of my face.
I tried to ignore him and focus on the job Nick had given me, but the brown-haired stallion's surprisingly cheesy fumes caught me a little off guard and forced me to increase the severity of my grimace.
Good lord, his feet really STANK!
Zack laughed at my reaction but quickly placed his foot back on the living room table and allowed me to get on with my work.
A few minutes later, the living room was cleaned up and the rope Zack had used to restrain me was being coiled up and properly stashed back into his large duffle bag.
It's only when Nick entered the privacy of our bedroom and wrapped his arms around my waist that I finally understood what would be happening tonight.
"Good boy." he commended, watching me as I bundled up the remainder of his friend's rope and placed it back where it belonged.
The towering, 6'4 muscle-hunk lowered his face and kissed the back of my neck before spinning me around and puckering his lips against the crown of my head.
His hands felt so warm against my skin, and his arms were so huge that I could practically lose myself in them.
"Babe. The three of us are gonna have some fun tonight." Nick told me, hinting at the fact that Zack would be joining us in bed like he had earlier this week.
"I want you to get cleaned up. Go freshen up and do what you gotta do. I'm giving you ten minutes, and then I want you back in here. Understood?" he asked, cupping his large fingers around my chin and pulling my face up so that I could peer into his mesmerizing blue eyes.
"Yes, Sir." I answered, practically trembling in fear and excitement at the prospect of being bedded by my giant boyfriend and his hot-as-hell hockey-playing friend.
