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4toes wrote: 8 months ago
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
Wow @bondagefreak that blew my mind even more. Amazing coincidence then! Just shows how powerful your writing is. Also, you are still such a tease with the potency of their foot odour. Hmmmm, league of their own, meaning same league as you, sir? (don't punish me I promise to be a good boi)
4toes wrote: 8 months ago
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
Wow @bondagefreak that blew my mind even more. Amazing coincidence then! Just shows how powerful your writing is. Also, you are still such a tease with the potency of their foot odour. Hmmmm, league of their own, meaning same league as you, sir? (don't punish me I promise to be a good boi)
I think it must be equivalent to Master Shawn and Nick, I can't imagine a superior smell
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
Wow @bondagefreak that blew my mind even more. Amazing coincidence then! Just shows how powerful your writing is. Also, you are still such a tease with the potency of their foot odour. Hmmmm, league of their own, meaning same league as you, sir? (don't punish me I promise to be a good boi)
I think it must be equivalent to Master Shawn and Nick, I can't imagine a superior smell
Yeaaaah, I was thinking of at least the level of Shawn's as well. How lucky is he to sniff the socks of his crush. Pretty interested on what he will think of Hunter after this ordeal.
Wow @bondagefreak that blew my mind even more. Amazing coincidence then! Just shows how powerful your writing is. Also, you are still such a tease with the potency of their foot odour. Hmmmm, league of their own, meaning same league as you, sir? (don't punish me I promise to be a good boi)
I think it must be equivalent to Master Shawn and Nick, I can't imagine a superior smell
Yeaaaah, I was thinking of at least the level of Shawn's as well. How lucky is he to sniff the socks of his crush. Pretty interested on what he will think of Hunter after this ordeal.
personally I would have liked him to eat Hunter's football socks, it would have been funnier and there is a chance that a piece of fabric in contact with the toes, remains stuck under his nose, forces him to sniff all night, the dream.
but yes it will be interesting to know his opinion afterwards, even to see him ask for more
Sammy's story has moved on a few chapters since I last had a chance to read.
I enjoyed the way they initially just left Sammy alone and ignored in the bag in the corner when they first arrived at the flat. Once they did notice him the antics that ensued were up to the usual standards!
Nice that he got a bit of time out with Hunter before ending up on the wrong end of a pile of overexcited jocks again. I like Mark's attempt to try and help his step brother out by offering him other unpleasant gags instead of Brody's jock. He could have just taped his empty mouth shut but that's not really an option in a @bondagefreak story!
Given how well the story and poll aligned I think we can safely say you know your audience.
There's always an idea that Kyle is a bit passive but we've already seen him lead the charge in taping up an already sleepsacked Steven and now we see him here forcing another sack into poor Sammy's already over stuffed mouth.
A pup is for life but especially for bondage so get out the sleepsack and muzzle.
I don't know whether to feel envious of Sammy, or sorry for him . I would have a hard time choosing between all of the different gags but I'm sure Hunter's "special" socks are a fitting gag for our prisoner, even more so considering Sammy is going to learn the taste of his crush.
gaggedgent wrote: 8 months ago
Your descriptions throughout your stories of restraining, gagging, and odors never fails to make me jealous! Looking forward to whatever comes next!
Hey @gaggedgent. Welcome to the adventure! Glad to hear you're enjoying the descriptions.
Sammy would very gladly let you take his place if he could Stay tuned!
sock slave boy wrote: 8 months ago
Personally, I would have liked him to eat Hunter's football socks...
Who's to say that those aren't Hunter's old football socks?
Here's a quote from the most recent chapter:
"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."
I'll leave the rest to your imagination, but seeing as how they're described as reeking of Hunter's terrible foot odour, it's probably safe to assume that they spent a good week or two on his feet before lazily being used for other convenient purposes. Just saying
Pup Wingletang wrote: 8 months ago
There's always an idea that Kyle is a bit passive but we've already seen him lead the charge in taping up an already sleepsacked Steven and now we see him here forcing another sock into poor Sammy's already over-stuffed mouth.
Hey Puppy. Nice to see you on here! Been missing you.
Yeah, I'm glad you picked up on that. Kyle was indeed presented as being vain and cold, perhaps a bit overlooked even. But you're right, he's far ballsier and more hands-on than what he tends to get credit for. I mean, the guy quite literally had no qualms about sitting on Steven's face and getting rimmed even though Steven as unwilling.
gaggedgent wrote: 8 months ago
Your descriptions throughout your stories of restraining, gagging, and odors never fails to make me jealous! Looking forward to whatever comes next!
Hey @gaggedgent. Welcome to the adventure! Glad to hear you're enjoying the descriptions.
Sammy would very gladly let you take his place if he could Stay tuned!
sock slave boy wrote: 8 months ago
Personally, I would have liked him to eat Hunter's football socks...
Who's to say that those aren't Hunter's old football socks?
Here's a quote from the most recent chapter:
"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."
I'll leave the rest to your imagination, but seeing as how they're described as reeking of Hunter's terrible foot odour, it's probably safe to assume that they spent a good week or two on his feet before lazily being used for other convenient purposes. Just saying
Pup Wingletang wrote: 8 months ago
There's always an idea that Kyle is a bit passive but we've already seen him lead the charge in taping up an already sleepsacked Steven and now we see him here forcing another sock into poor Sammy's already over-stuffed mouth.
Hey Puppy. Nice to see you on here! Been missing you.
Yeah, I'm glad you picked up on that. Kyle was indeed presented as being vain and cold, perhaps a bit overlooked even. But you're right, he's far ballsier and more hands-on than what he tends to get credit for. I mean, the guy quite literally had no qualms about sitting on Steven's face and getting rimmed even though Steven as unwilling.
thanks, but if I rely on the photo in the story it's practically small socks, the kind of thing you wear to go running or for a normal day, I see football socks more as very thick and long socks that go up to the knee.
sock slave boy wrote: 8 months ago
Thanks, but if I rely on the photo in the story it's practically small socks, the kind of thing you wear to go running or for a normal day, I see football socks more as very thick and long socks that go up to the knee.
You're thinking about football. Hunter and the guys aren't football players. They're American football players. Big difference Not the same sport at all. Football is played with thick knee-high socks (the ones you're thinking of). American football is typically played with ankle, crew or mid-crew length socks. Sorry to disappoint, boi.
sock slave boy wrote: 8 months ago
Thanks, but if I rely on the photo in the story it's practically small socks, the kind of thing you wear to go running or for a normal day, I see football socks more as very thick and long socks that go up to the knee.
You're thinking about football. Hunter and the guys aren't football players. They're American football players. Big difference Not the same sport at all. Football is played with thick knee-high socks (the ones you're thinking of). American football is typically played with ankle, crew or mid-crew length socks. Sorry to disappoint, boi.
you don't disappoint me, I don't know the nuance, I also admit that I trust several films and series showing American football, notably Youg Sheldone who shows them playing with big socks.
sock slave boy wrote: 8 months ago
you don't disappoint me, I don't know the nuance, I also admit that I trust several films and series showing American football, notably Youg Sheldone who shows them playing with big socks. Which goes to show that you shouldn't trust TV
Just Google search "American football players" and you will see a very broad range of gear and socks used. Unless you're playing for a national professional league, it's not like regular football where socks are closely policed.
American football socks never reach knee height, as that would interfere with the compression gear and upper leg armour that's usually worn. The most common length is crew and mid-crew. But again, sock length is not policed like it is in regular football. Normally, American football players are simply told to wear socks of a certain colour. The length is usually up to personal preference.
sock slave boy wrote: 8 months ago
you don't disappoint me, I don't know the nuance, I also admit that I trust several films and series showing American football, notably Youg Sheldone who shows them playing with big socks. Which goes to show that you shouldn't trust TV
Just Google search "American football players" and you will see a very broad range of gear and socks used. Unless you're playing for a national professional league, it's not like regular football where socks are closely policed.
American football socks never reach knee height, as that would interfere with the compression gear and upper leg armour that's usually worn. The most common length is crew and mid-crew. But again, sock length is not policed like it is in regular football. Normally, American football players are simply told to wear socks of a certain colour. The length is usually up to personal preference.
Thank you for this information, I understand a little better and it's lucky to have a certain perspective on your story.
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 8 - HUNTER'S SPECIAL SOCKS
In retrospect, I'm not sure what was hotter; the fact that my buddy Kyle didn't even seem aware that something was wrong with Hunter's crusty old socks, or the fact that he and Sammy had never actually met.
You would expect the guy to show a bit of restraint, especially seeing as how he didn't even know his victim. But that wasn't the case. Kyle just sat there, his huge arms quite literally bulging as he held the back of my stepbrother's dome in one hand and ballsily force-fed the other sock into his diminutive victim's struggling mouth.
No explanation was given and no word of consolation came Sammy's way. Only the cold, emotionless touch of my buddy's forceful fingers and another crusty, torturously reeking sock.
I watched as Sammy's cheeks bulged and watched as his lips stretched and strained in an effort to accommodate the intrusive fabric. He coughed into the cumbersome wadding and appeared as though trying to alert his captor of the fact that something was wrong. Unfortunately for him, Kyle remained entirely unmoved and seemed not to fully grasp the seriousness of his complaint.
"Smmm...pphh gggh mpphh."
To say that I was hard would've been something of an understatement. The loose-fitting paper-thin boxers I had on did a rather phenomenally poor job at concealing the angry woody between my thighs. The agitated bobbing of my painfully erect, eight-inch-long tent animated the front of my satiny basketball shorts.
By the time I found the tape and regained my kneeling position in front of Sammy's head, only the cuff of Hunter's second sock was left bulging past his lips. Everything else had been forcibly packed in, leaving the senior high school student's cheeks and lower face all weirdly stretched out and bloated.
Nary a complaint escaped from his stuffed gob even as I clumsily fumbled with the unwieldy roll of heavy-duty duct tape. The sound of a telltale growl ensued, but the ambient cacophony that filled the room was such that no one aside from Kyle seemed to take notice.
"Yeah, tape those socks in. Wrap it around his head...all the way around." the emotionally detached jock calmly instructed; the very angry growling of sticky adhesive ringing in my ears as I followed my buddy's advice and pulled the heavy roll of industrial-grade tape around for a full orbit of my stepbrother's dishevelled head.
Sammy, much to his own unending chagrin, genuinely looked as though he was about to puke his brains out. Still, as much as I felt bad for the little guy, we couldn't just allow him to call for help and draw unwanted attention to himself. Hunter's raunchy old socks would guarantee his continued silence and serve as gags while we were out partying. As his designated babysitter and also as his elder stepbrother, it was my duty to see to it they stayed put until we got back.
Unconcerned by the visibly cross-eyed and downright deranged expression he bore, I yanked my stepbrother's head up by the hair and pulled the extra sticky roll of tape across; covering his overstuffed lips and most of his lower face in the process. Three more arduous revolutions were very slowly and very noisily spun; each one further lessening the risk of him ridding himself of my hunky buddy's fiercely pungent wads.
A bizarre mixture of outrage, confusion and revulsion remained plastered on little Sammy's temporarily cross-eyed face throughout the entire gagging process, but still, I remained oblivious to his plight and thought nothing of it.
The full extent of my error was only made clear a few minutes later when the brawny group pulled away from the now excessively hogtied victim and queried me as to the nature of his gag.
"Oh shit, you guys taped his face shut. Looks like you plugged him up good. What's he got stuffed in there?" Matt was quick to ask, placing a hand on my stepbrother's hairy dome after undoubtedly noticing the bulging of his taped cheeks.
"Oh, just a pair of Hunter's old socks." I proudly informed him, something which predictably drew a number of approving snickers.
"Haha, nice!" one of my fellow teammates cheered, a testament to the rather fearsome reputation Hunter's nauseating footwear had earned. Interestingly enough, not everyone in the room seemed as impressed with our prisoner's improvised gag.
"What old socks?" the beefy stud whose poignant wads were currently crammed inside Sammy's mouth apprehensively pressed.
"The crummy old socks I found under your bed, bro." I cheerfully chuckled, not understanding the hulking star quarterback's suddenly wide-eyed expression of shock and not understanding why captain Chad practically fell to the floor, quite literally doubling over with laughter.
"Hahaha! DUDE!" the tattooed muscle-hunk cried out, his voice booming as he clutched his own stomach and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Those were Hunter's old CUM SOCKS! He's been jerking off and emptying his balls inside those for WEEKS!" he exclaimed, my ears ringing to the sound of his uncontrollable laughter.
"You guys fuckin' stuffed his mouth with Hunter's dirty old CUM socks! HAHAHA!"
As soon as the words left the tattooed captain's mouth, the entire room broke down into a deafening fit of laughter. Cheers and hollers erupted left and right, with poor Sammy's dishevelled dome being condescendingly ruffled even as he lay there, quite literally sucking on the brawny star quarterback's very heavily jizzed-up, seed-infested stinkbombs.
I quite naturally felt terrible upon realising the extent of my mistake and, as such, wanted to rush to Sammy's aid. My second mistake of the day was naively thinking that Brody and the guys were huddling around his head to help. They weren't. Quite the opposite in fact.
I watched, both dumbfounded and mortified as the brutish linebacker reached for the nearby roll of sticky tape and watched as he slapped the end of it atop my stepbrother's defenceless dome before very noisily pulling it down under his chin and all the way up again. Meanwhile, sexy Matt appeared to be having the time of his life.
"How's that taste, little guy? Eh? How's that taste?" the attractive blond jock laughingly teased; the visibly sickened look on my poor stepbrother's cross-eyed face drawing another bout of raucous cheering as the growling tape continued its merciless orbits; further sealing in the team quarterback's special wadding.
Brody's arms bulged like crazy as he pulled the tape up and vertically wrapped it around his gagged victim's head. He stopped after the fifth revolution but then severed the sticky adhesive only to unleash it anew, this time angrily imposing his own horizontal orbits atop the ones I had previously applied.
"I don't care if you fall pregnant or catch a disease sucking on those things. You're not getting rid of my buddy's fuckin' cum rags. No one's ever gonna find out about this. " came the sound of his very ominous growl; a sheening layer of sweat appearing on his forehead as he further gagged his victim and assertively spun the unwieldy roll of sticky grey tape around.
Hunter just sat on his bed, showing a mixture of amusement and remorse as the spectacle continued unabated and hysterical laughter filled the room. Though his handsome face bore a cocky - if somewhat uneasy - smirk, the rest of his features betrayed borderline embarrassment. Even more so when captain Chad's voice rose up above the fray and added insult to injury by going on and on about the sorry state of his roomy's socks.
"Dude, I swear, he must've shot like twenty loads inside those things." the tattooed muscle-hunk laughed, speaking of Hunter but addressing his comment to one of the other jocks that occupied the crowded bedroom. Perhaps, even more distressing for Sammy was the fact that the hulking star quarterback didn't bother refuting any of the captain's bold claims.
"What's that? You got somethin' to say, bitch?" Brody at one point barked, grabbing Sammy's head by the hair and aggressively yanking it up off the floor.
Stifled laughter erupted from all corners of the bedroom as the brutish linebacker spat on his gagged victim's face - not once but twice - and waited for an answer that unsurprisingly never came. Poor Sammy merely coughed into his uncompromisingly fat gag; something which earned him neither leniency nor compassion.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now shut the fuck up and wash Hunter's bombs." the brawny brute condescendingly hissed, causing teary-eyed Sam to look up and pleadingly cast his gaze upon the seated football hunk whose toe-scented cum-banks he would be spending the next several hours gagged with and sucking on.
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bondagefreak wrote: 8 months ago
Meanwhile, sexy Matt appeared to be having the time of his life.
"How's that taste, little guy? Eh? How's that taste?" the attractive blond jock laughingly teased; the visibly sickened look on my poor stepbrother's cross-eyed face drawing another bout of raucous cheering as the growling tape continued its merciless orbits; further sealing in the team quarterback's special wadding.
That was an incredibly hot chapter. Every character reactions was great. His brother feeling remorse but being unable to help. Chad realizing the situation and instigating it further. Matt taunting the poor boi and Brody adding extra layers of tape. Hunter on the bed mortified and embarrassed.
I also loved the part of Brody spitting on Sammy’s taped face. We don’t see that the often here and it was quite hot to see here. I am excited to see how they leave Sammy like this. Bound on the bed? Bound in Brody’s bag? What do they have in store for him. If you ask me, he could use a shoe taped around his face and a blindfold before they all take off. I ideally ones of chads, Chad has not gotten nearly enough love as yet from poor Sammy nostrils.
Great work @bondagefreak, can’t wait for the next chapter!
Bradstick wrote: 8 months ago
If you ask me, he could use a shoe taped around his face and a blindfold before they all take off. I ideally ones of chads, Chad has not gotten nearly enough love as yet from poor Sammy nostrils.
Don't give BF ideas to make Sammy's situation even worse
Sammy's gag turned out to be worse than I thought... Having his mouth stuffed with other guy's cum socks and then tape wrapped around his lower face by his own stepbrother must be incredibly degrading for him...
The spitting part was absolutely amazing! Can't see any better way to show the bound and gagged man who is in charge...
I somehow figured those socks had a reason of being under the bed and hidden and being crusty. Should've had second thoughts before stuffing them in Sammy's mouth. Hunter is having fun seeing this, but I hope he feels a bit guilty for sure on the gag for the poor lad. I wonder if Sammy was begging to take Brody's jockstrap pouch over those socks now.
@Stormee brings up an interesting thought. Perhaps the situation will make Hunter feel bad enough to spend more quality time with Sammy if possible (like with them gaming) almost as if sucking up to him to apologise.
Just shows how powerful your writing is. Also, you are still such a tease with the potency of their foot odour. Hmmmm, league of their own, meaning same league as you, sir? (don't punish me 
I promise to be a good boi)
i think many of us here are falling in love 