Stories of Tie Up Games

Some good ole tickle torture, and of course, the rancid, used jock socks. Poor Jordan!

Really great work so far!

I just love tickling a helpless sub. It's so amusing

But sounds like Jordan might be in a bit of trouble with this sock that about to be used on him. I wonder if he'll also have a tiny part of him that wants them to go forth with it to

Jordan certainly seems to be enjoying his initiation into his cousin's Big Boys Club as their mascot, maybe this could last another couple of months or continue every time the Big Boys have a club meeting. Good luck Jordan, as a tween you certainly deserve what you're getting, as all tweens and pre-tweens deserve being a tied up and tormented mascot.

@Snozzberry He indeed is, he discovered something he didn't know about himself. And I agree, being a bondage mascot certainly helps build character haha.

@Red86 Me too man, no way for them to escape just endure the pain thru laughter. He might tho, his body is reacting to his deepest desires. so we'll have to see how this develops down the line.

@harveygasson Thank you man! I appreciate it.

@gag1195 What else is to do with someone so exposed and reactive like that hehe.

Thank you all for your comments and interest in the story!!

Thanks to everyone who has been interacting with the story and/or silently reading it, it means a lot.

Here's the next chapter on Jordan's introduction to bondage. hope you like it.

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JUST BETWEEN US (M/MMM)
CHAPTER 5 - AN EMBARRASSING SITUATION

As Bobby resettled on top of me, he opened the bag right up to his face and let out the most guttural reaction I’ve seen on someone “GOD!” he screamed, he started coughing and trying to cover his nose, his whole body recoiling in reaction to it “fuck bro! hahaha” he scrunched it up as to prevent more of whatever was coming out of the bag.

“Told ya boy!” Jaime chuckled as he lowered himself on the ground, clearly amused from Bobbys reaction; kneeling behind me, unexpectedly, his fingers ran through my hair, a lazy, almost absentminded motion. It should’ve been comforting, but in this situation, it felt like a twisted contrast; like a captor soothing their prisoner before the next form of torment.

“So? We ready’” said Nate over by my bound feet, the eagerness in his tone making my stomach twist.

Bobby turned around to face him and gave an assertive nod, then without uttering a single word, proceeded to open the bag again, yet this time dumped the entirety of its content into my chest. Time seemed to slow down, like a grotesque movie scene, I watched as an avalanche of socks, all stained, discolored and damp rained down on me in slow motion. Among them, different underwear in varying degrees of filth, sweatbands that looked like they had absorbed weeks’ worth of grueling practices, and worst of all, a jockstrap so crumpled and stiff it looked like it could stand upright on its own. As the first of the items landed against my jersey-clad chest, so did the smell, it hit me like a wrecking ball.

A thick, humid wall of stench engulfed my nostrils. It wasn’t just bad, it was catastrophic, almost deadly. The sharp tang of dried sweat, the sour bite of fabric that had been marinating in the locker room basket or a dumb jocks gym bag; and the deep, almost meaty, throat-clenching funk of something that had been worn far beyond its expiration date. The sheer potency of it made my stomach churn. My throat closed instinctively, and I gagged hard, my body convulsing against the restraints, yet I was bound, with nothing to cover my nose with, I was at the mercy of the fumes, penetrating my skin, marinating in my system.

"AAAHHRGGH” The sound came out of me involuntarily as my eyes watered. It was like inhaling pure ammonia mixed with the scent of bodies that had spent hours grinding against each other in the Arizona heat.
“HAHAHA! Oh shit! Look at his face!” Bobby practically collapsed onto the bed laughing, his massive frame shaking with each chuckle, I don’t blame him tho, my face was probably doing whatever it could to shield itself from the toxic fumes.

“Awww, is it too much for ya?” Nate teased, leaning in close, pressing down on my legs to keep me from writhing. "Thought you wanted to be one of us, Jordy."

Jaime, still behind me, chuckled low and deep, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair. “That’s the smell of hard work. That’s the smell of dedication” he clears his throat, clearly being affected by the same smell.

Every movement Bobby took, made me gasp for air, every push of my bound legs, the same and god help me… deep down, buried beneath the overwhelming nausea and the instinct to escape, something in me was reacting. I hated it, I should´ve hated it; but my body betrayed me. It was like smelling something so vile that your brain told you to stop, but something primal kept you coming back for another whiff. Then, the unimaginable, Bobby pushed the pile of trash right into my face. I squeezed my eyes shut as the weight of the pile settled over me, the damp fabrics pressing against my skin, the heat of their leftover sweat seeping through. Every breath I took was an assault, every slight movement released a fresh wave of trapped, fermented musk.



“Time to pick one Jordy!” Bobby exclaimed as he moved some of the items to reveal my shut eyes and clasped lips. “I think this pair of dress socks will suit ya” as he grabbed a pair of chevron blue socks.

“Nah! Give him something better” Nate interrupted “he deserves only the best of the best... something familiar”

As on cue, Jaime started rummaging through the mess of clothes and found a pair of what it used to be, white crew socks and lifted them up towards Bobby “Here, use mine” while winking at his buddy. Bobby took the pair and inspected it, scrunching his nose and I could see his eyes watering as well.

“You have to last 5 whole minutes buddy, so, open up” Jaime whispered in my ear, I refused, shaking my head no “Open. Your. Mouth.” he commanded again sounding more pressing, again I refused. Then, out of nowhere a sharp sting invaded my armpits making me scream and in an instant Bobby lunged forward and planted the socks deep in my mouth.

The moment the fabric hit my tongue; my senses went into overload. The taste was rancid, an unbearable cocktail of week-old sweat, stale salt, and something almost sour, like vinegar left to ferment in the summer sun. The dampness made the texture even worse, the soggy cotton clinged to my tongue and the roof of my mouth like a wet rag soaked in jock sweat. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to spit them out, to purge my mouth of the suffocating, putrid tang, but Bobby's grip was firm, his hand covering almost my entire face and shoving them deeper until my cheeks bulged.

The taste intensified with every passing second. The cotton absorbed my saliva, thickening into a pasty sludge, spreading the taste even further as I tried to swallow. My throat tense involuntarily, my body begging to retch, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to turn. It was overwhelming, suffocating, and yet; deep down, I felt something else creeping in; something unexpected, something I couldn't quite name.

The three of them laughed at my visible distress, Bobby chimed in "Oh yeah, that’s ripe, huh?" he snickered, watching me struggle against the oppressive, revolting taste that had invaded every inch of my mouth. Then the attack began again.

Bobby digged his fingers into my sides, pushing his entire body onto mine to prevent me from moving, Nate secured my legs and went wild tickling the soles of my feet and Jaime more tenderly than his mates tickled my pits. The assault almost made me convulse, I squirmed and jumped and tried to fight with all my strength but no avail, the more I struggle the more I sweated and the more saliva I produced, making the stench coat my throat more and more. It was torment, but this was just the beginning, as for the worse was yet to come an embarrassing situation I never would’ve imagined myself in.

The more I struggled and tried to get them off me, the more I acted like a bucking bronco, Bobby bouncing with my every move, never leaving his position on top of me, as a cowboy riding me, combined with the feeling of helplessness, the ropes, the overpowering musk that filled the air combined with the taste of manly rancid sweat; this constant assault on my senses was rewriting my brain, I couldn’t block it out anymore… this over physical excerption manifested Itself in the form of a raging boner, I couldn’t hide it, I was into it, pointing to the side of my loose shorts and bumping Bobbys massive glutes with every jump while also keeping it in place -Oh god, I hope he doesn’t notices it, if he does, I’m done, truly done-

*CHAPTER 6 - WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT / MAR 8, 2025*

From the training Jordon is receiving he will be the best Club Mascot ever, also the most nauseated Club Mascot ever.

Hahaha, I figured he'd secretly like it. Going off the last part and the next chapters title, I guess it's safe to say they not only notice but take things up several more notches!

They really love the close contact and physical torture and tickling, I'm secretly hoping that a few of them end up tied together! Bound and tickled and pushing against your fellow captive!

Found this story via the bondagefreak hiatus message, but just looking at the pictures this looks right up my alley.

Very keen to give this a read!

@Snozzberry indeed he will haha. a well-trained one too.

@Red86 he is now, slowly but surely giving himself in, like a good obedient boy.

@gag1195 hmm now that would be something, a big muscly sweaty jock tied against a developing twunk, bodies grinding as the other two have their way with them... you might be on to something.

@OrdinaryWorld Welcome dude!! I hope you enjoy it, feel free to let me know if you do.

Thank you all for your comments and interest in the story!!

Thanks to everyone who has been interacting with the story and/or silently reading it, it means a lot.

Here's the next chapter on Jordan's introduction to bondage, quite longer than the others, but the stakes have now been raised, so we gotta add more context to it. hope you like it.

The people I've been tagging have interacted with the story, if you wish to be removed from the tags, just let me know. no hard feelings, that being said, enjoy it guys.

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JUST BETWEEN US (M/MMM)
CHAPTER 6 - WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT

“Keep at it Bobby!” Jaime exclaimed, his forehead glistening with sweat, strands of hair sticking to his skin. “he only has about 45 seconds left”

-45 seconds? That was an eternity in this kind of torment, I just braced for the worst- That prompted Bobby to dig deeper into my ribs, sending electric jolts of unbearable ticklish agony through my body. My back arched off the bed as I coughed violently into the wadded-up socks in my mouth, my muffled cries barely heard over the cacophony of laughter these three brutes were chanting. It was painful, it was like all my nerves were on fire, yet somewhere beneath my suffering, there was a twisted thrill, something about the sheer helplessness making my body betray me.

Nate responded in kind, wasting no time adding into my misery; this time removing my socks in one swift motion, exposing my barefeet to the damp heavy air of the musky basement for the first time. He gripped my ankles with his arms, and before I could process what was happening, his lanky yet strong fingers clawed at my soles with devastating precision, he got into every nook and cranny. He didn’t just tickle, he attacked my soles, his fingertips raking up and down with determination.

“Give him hell guys!” Nate screamed, panting in between words.

“Holy shit, look at him go!” Bobby cheered; his cheeks red with effort as he dug into my sides, I could feel droplets of his sweat fall on my face as he leaned and jumped with me.

“30!” Jaime called out.

-Thirty seconds? How the hell was I supposed to last?- My body thrashed against every touch, my muscles strained against the rope, but they held firm, they were gonna enjoy this last 30 seconds no matter what. I screamed into my gag, thrashing wildly, the only sounds escaping being a mix of muffled laughter, coughing and desperate grunts. My toes curled and flexed, trying to escape Nates fingers, but he just chuckled at the sight, his grip tightening around my ankles as he switched tactics, now focusing on the ultra-sensitive spots just beneath my toes, it made me go wild.

“Damn, he’s losing it!” Nate cackled, sweat dripping down his temple as he worked relentlessly on my soles. “You sure he’s not gonna pass out man?”

“15 seconds! Give it all you got!” Jaime was practically bouncing with excitement now, his voice determined.

My entire body was a writhing mess of overstimulation, my ribs, my stomach, my hairy pits and my feet; it was too much. My chest heaved; my lungs burned from the sheer effort of laughing against my will and the toxic fumes I was forced to inhale and swallow permeating through my skin and veins. My vision blurred with tears and sweat as I twisted and bucked, trying anything, anything to escape.

“5… 4… 3… 2…”

And just like that, silence… it stopped, finally.

Bobby let out a loud sigh and collapsed sideway onto the bed, panting, dripping in sweat, completely spent from his efforts, only his giant legs remained on my stomach, Jaime stood up and joined him, plopping his size 16s on my torso as well, making me grunt into my gag. The air was thick with the mingled scent of athletic exertion, unwashed linens, and something unmistakably primal that made me go numb, just three rowdy, sweaty guys basking in their glory.

“Dude…” Bobby panted, wiping his forehead with his tired hand. “We… need to do that again.”

Jaime dabbing him, “we do, I told you he could he take it” both laughed.

I laid there, barely breathing, my body still trembling from the aftermath and soaking wet with the mixture of my sweat and Bobby’s, my mind clouded with exhaustion and the lingering sensations of their fingers on my skin, my mind started to drift off when…

“Would you look at that” The awfully quiet Nate spoke, his voice cutting the thick humid air like a knife.

It snapped me back to reality. My dazed, sweat drenched mind barely processed it before I noticed movement besides me. Jaimes' massive feet were lifted from my chest finally allowing me to breathe properly again, then came Bobby, dragging his massive legs off me in a sluggish motion. For the first time since my relentless abuse, I could breathe properly, but as I laid there relieved, something felt off, something wasn’t right.

I lifted my head to see and was met by Nate's gaze, his glistening eyes looking directly at me, piercing my soul, his grin widening, like a predator savoring the moment before his kill. Then, following his gaze, I tilted my head down just enough… and then came the undeniable revelation.

Sticking neatly out from the left leg of my shorts, was my boner… 3/4 of the way out, pointing directly at him. My stomach dropped. My entire body went rigid as stone. The world went quiet, heat rushing up to my face, my brain screamed for my limbs to move, to twist, to do anything! But I just laid there. Then the deadly silence was abruptly interrupted by a deafening…

"HOLY SHIT!" Bobby's voice cut the tension like a gunshot, the sheer force of it making me jump. Jaime immediately followed, his voice dripping with exaggerated horror. "Cus, noooo!" he howled, his hands flying to his head as if he had just witnessed a crime scene. Followed by an eruption of laughter, so loud it was almost deafening. Jaime fell back onto the bed, kicking his feet unable to contain himself. Bobby was equally wheezing, one hand clutching his stomach as he smacked the mattress with the other. And Nate, as stoic as he is, was simply staring, grinning, shaking his head as if in complete disbelief, with the occasional chuckle.

"It was bouncing on your ass the whole time, dude," he finally said, his voice laced with amusement, pointing at Bobby, making it so much worse for me.

Jaime lost it completely when he heard that, practically rolling onto Bobby as he mimicked Nate’s words between gasps for air. "Bouncing… on your ass! AHAHAHA, bro!" Bobby couldn’t even speak, hugging Jaime and just kept pointing at me, his red face drenched in sweat, eyes brimming with tears of laughter.

I wanted to die. My hands clenched into weak fists, my arms trembling, my entire body burning with the unbearable heat of humiliation. The way they were looking at me, the absolute delight in their expressions… worst of all? I couldn’t even defend myself. I was still tied up, completely at their mercy, left to endure whatever relentless teasing was coming next. I quickly tried to roll over to hide my now growing erection, but Nate stopped me in my tracks.

“Nah-ah boy” his hand pressed firmly on my thighs “Stay right there” his voices commanding, but worse was the smirk tugging at his luscious lips. A whistle escaped him, signaling the others amidst their laughter to act.

Bobby wasted no time and positioned himself again atop of me, only this time backwards, his massive gym-short clad ass hovered just inches from my face. The scent of sweat and fabric softener mixed into something uniquely his, something overpowering. Jaime just stood in the middle, still catching his breath from all the laughter, hands on his hips, just shaking his head at the sight. Nate remained put on my legs, his grip tightening. I started struggling, desperate to break free again, but every squirm only made it worse, every time I moved, IT moved as well, making them laugh and cackle and point; every little shift, every press of their hands against my skin, sent electric pulses through me. And they could see it… They noticed it all. I was trapped, exposed and utterly humiliated no matter what.

“What do you think did it?” asked Jaime, tilting his head, observing it “The tying? The manhandling?” his voice in a mocking manner yet hiding a true sense of wonder, what made me react that way, he must’ve been asking himself.

“Or maybe the smell” Nate responded, then suddenly Bobby cut through.

“Look!” he pointed down, laughing “when you said smell it jumped” the jointed laughter began anew this time with Nates deep voice added to the mix. I felt like a bug under a looking glass, the scrutiny, all of it unbearable. I was suffocating under my own embarrassment… and bobby’s weight. But the worst part? They were right.

I felt it. Ever since Jaime gave me the magazine, since I entered his room. The way my body reacted involuntarily almost. The way the sheer intensity of their presence, their dominance, the sheer filth of their sweat-laced scent twisted something in my brain. It was raw, almost animal like. It was terrifying yes, but It was exhilarating.

“It did it again!” screeched Jaime. More laughter. More cackles.

I thrashed, struggling harder, but there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. My body was betraying me in the worst way possible, I was overheating, my face was redder than tomato sauce, I kept trying to wiggle my way out to no avail, I was starting to go numb… yet, my boner was going strong, stiff as a rock, every laugh it jumped, every mock it jumped; my hormones were going insane.

“It looks like it wants out from all that jumping, huh boy?” said Bobby playfully punching my stomach, knocking a muffled gasp out of me “let’s see”

Then I felt movement, his warm hands on my thighs, big and rough with calluses from years in the gym. I froze as I felt his hand move towards my shorts, he started to roll up the thin fabric, the hairs on my thighs slowly feeling the breeze; then my world tilted as I felt his callouses hand grabbing my shaft, I jumped so high I nearly bucked him off me, my body reacted on its own before my mind could process it; Jaime helped Nate to push me down again, pinning me with their weight.

“Damn, he’s fighting hard,” Nate chuckled, his grip tightening around my legs pressing into the muscles like he was holding down a wild hog. Bobby unfazed by it, continued his work, wrapping his fingers on it, then with his free hand he cupped my balls and scooped them out of the shorts.

“There we go,” he murmured, almost proud of himself

Now I was fully exposed, my throbbing dick free for all to see. I started to curse and scream at them, but only muffled cries were heard, not a single recognizable word other than “mmphmhm” I shook my head frantically, my body burning with an emotion I couldn’t even name anymore. Was it Shame? Yes. Humiliation? Without a doubt. Something else?... Something deeper?... I didn’t want to admit it. I couldn’t admit it actually. But it was there, creeping into my head, the way my mind was spinning, drowning in the raw scent of sweat and manly musk. It was rewriting my brain, blocking everything else out of my head.

“Oh, he’s losing it,” Jaime whispered, his voice teasing but knowing.

Bobby gave a low whistle. “Damn, Jordy, you sure you don’t wanna join the team? Seems like you already love everything that comes with it.” The room erupted with laughter again.

“I knew he was into” interjected Jaime amongst the laughter “earlier, when I started to tie him up, he had this two huge precum stains in the front of his shorts… almost as big as yours Bobby, remember?” winking at him; Bobby responded by playfully hitting him the crotch laughing.

“Shut up!” said the now embarrassed Bobby.

And what was I to do, just lay there… bound, gagged with a sock so foul it had turn into paste in my mouth, totally humiliated by sweaty three jocks… yet, undeniable, helplessly and now completely consumed by it.

*CHAPTER 7 - THE REVELATION / MAR 12, 2025*

18 year old Jordan doesn't seem to enjoy his free training as he is thrashing and twisting trying to get away, which doesn't seem very grateful for what he is receiving, if he was paying for this education he would be taking notes and asking questions instead of trying to get away and skip class.



Why was everyone so surprised when they discovered that an 18 year old teen's Trouser Trout works and does what it's designed to do?

The truth comes out! Big question is, what's going to happen next?!?

Hahaha poor Jordan full of all these mixed feelings. But there's no turning back, so he's gotta join the group!

But the bigger question is, what happens from here? I doubt they'll be setting him free just yet. Sounds like they need to do some research "for science" and see what all makes him tick

Well I am a tad late in discovering this story! Wow just wow....its amazing

Love how Jaime initially smothered Jordan once he was tied up and how he encased him in covers once Jaime heard a knock at his door.

The relentless lot of them continually over stimulating Jordan....is HOT. Love how Jaime's friends just took ownership of Jordan like they were entitled to do with him as they wish....amazing

Now that Jordan's excitement has peaked their curiosity, I am banking on them wanting to stimulate Jordan just until they find the exact cause of this protrusion Am I wrong here? I have loads of ideas spinning in my head right now....

Eager to see what unfolds! Great Story!!!

socjuc wrote: 2 months ago Well I am a tad late in discovering this story! Wow just wow....its amazing

Love how Jaime initially smothered Jordan once he was tied up and how he encased him in covers once Jaime heard a knock at his door.

The relentless lot of them continually over stimulating Jordan....is HOT. Love how Jaime's friends just took ownership of Jordan like they were entitled to do with him as they wish....amazing

Now that Jordan's excitement has peaked their curiosity, I am banking on them wanting to stimulate Jordan just until they find the exact cause of this protrusion Am I wrong here? I have loads of ideas spinning in my head right now....

Eager to see what unfolds! Great Story!!!

Seconded

Oh to be there as well haha

socjuc wrote: 2 months ago Well I am a tad late in discovering this story! Wow just wow....its amazing

Love how Jaime initially smothered Jordan once he was tied up and how he encased him in covers once Jaime heard a knock at his door.

The relentless lot of them continually over stimulating Jordan....is HOT. Love how Jaime's friends just took ownership of Jordan like they were entitled to do with him as they wish....amazing

Now that Jordan's excitement has peaked their curiosity, I am banking on them wanting to stimulate Jordan just until they find the exact cause of this protrusion Am I wrong here? I have loads of ideas spinning in my head right now....

Eager to see what unfolds! Great Story!!!

You are spot on my friend haha, I mean he wanted to be part of the friend group so... you do? please do share them, I would love to hear those ideas. maybe for some future spin offs

@Snozzberry You are right, he should be first of his class, always asking questions and paying due attention... and well, all that physical and sensory stimulation gave results.

@gag1195 Well... stay tuned ;p

@Red86 there certainly is no turning back now, Jordan is in too deep and just discovered he is actually liking this and the proof is for all to see.

Thank you all for your comments and interest in the story!!

harveygasson wrote: 2 months ago Oh to be there as well haha

You're more than welcome... the question is, as the one tied up or the one tying up?

Most certainly. Hopefully Jordan will mend his ways and be thankful for the knowledge he is gainng from Jaime and his civic minded friends. I'm hoping more chapters about Jordan and his Trials and Tribulation are forth coming.

🖐🖐

Thanks to everyone who has been interacting with the story and/or silently reading it, it means a lot.

Here's the next chapter on Jordan's smelly adventure, he is now fully exposed, completely humiliated and at the absolute mercy of these three brutes; who have now discovered our poor little guy is aroused by all of it. hope you like it.

The people I've been tagging have interacted with the story, if you wish to be removed from the tags, just let me know. no hard feelings, that being said, enjoy it guys.

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JUST BETWEEN US (M/MMM)
CHAPTER 7 - THE REVELATION

“Dude, look at him.” Jaime’s voice was low, almost teasing “That’s a whole lot of fighting for someone who’s enjoying this.”

“No way he’s enjoying it” Bobby chuckled, shaking his head. “Right, Jordy?” He gave my stomach another playful slap, his palm lingering just a little too long, almost caressing my belly. “Tell us how much you hate this would you.”

I groaned into my gag, cursing again, my body still twisting and turning, trying to unbind myself, but that only made them laugh harder and tease me more.

“That’s not a hate it sound,” Nate playfully said. “That’s a please keep going sound.”

I don’t how much time we were down here, the air was thicker than ever before heavy with sweat and whatever unwashed stench had been clinging to their bodies after practice and Jaimes' linens. My senses were overloaded; every inhale, every twitch of my muscles sent me deeper into the spiral of stench, that’s all I knew now. I wanted to get out of this, but deep down, I wasn’t sure that was true. Because if I really wanted them to stop… wouldn’t they have stopped by now? I couldn’t fight it anymore. I had spent the whole night struggling, resisting, convincing myself that I hated this, hated the way they humiliated me, tickled me senseless and smothered me under their weight, but as I lay there in my sweat soaked gear, bound and gagged, exhausted, I finally let the truth sink in… I didn’t want them to stop.

Jaime´s eyes met mine and lingered, I caught his smirk through the haze, his sharp eyes locking onto mine with satisfaction. He knew. he saw it in me, the exact moment I lost the battle with myself.

Jaime whistled low, signaling his boys to look at me. “I think our captee just figured something out about himself.” He leaned closer to me, wiping sweat from his forehead, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re finally getting it, huh?” and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey Bobby, why don’t you finish this off, what do you say?” said Jaime, patting Bobby on the back of his sweat drenched jersey, he turned his head and chuckled from above me, his massive frame pressing down onto my chest, He turned his head to glance at Jaime, then back down at me, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“Damn bro… he might die” Bobby responded

“Only one way to find out” quiet Nate finally said, this time playfully squeezing my thighs, as to nudge me awake just to make sure I was fully present for what was coming next.

Then I felt the pressure of my chest lift as Bobby rose to his knees for a moment, allowing me to breathe again. then scooted back just enough that he was again hovering over my face, and in one swift, confident motion reached for his distressed waistband. My eyes widened in horror, as he peeled off his gym shorts downward, the wet fabric clinging to his massive glutes that he took his sweat soaked underwear along with it, revealing two mounds of what could only be described as two massive bao buns, steamed about a week ago in a sunless room and covered with a light carpet of blonde hairs that became darker and more tangled the closer they got to the center. I could barely process what I was seeing just the sheer size of him, the heat radiating off his body. My mind screamed at me to move, to turn my head, to do anything, but I was trapped, helpless beneath him. And then… giving it a slight tug, he lowered himself.



As bobby settled over my face, he let out a deep almost satisfied sigh, you know the kind; shifting his body, trying to adjust so that everything could fit perfectly in place. My muffled screams and curses were now swallowed by his enormous glutes, suffocating me.

The scent hit me like a freight train, it was thick, humid, unrelenting; the true ass of a str8 jock. It should’ve been unbearable. -It was unbearable- Every instinct in me was screaming to reject it, to fight him off, to escape; but my mind was something else now… something twisted now… I wanted more, I couldn’t recognize myself anymore.

“Damn, bro… I like this sit” the whole room cackled. “He just went completely still. Think he’s passed out?”

“Nah,” Nate smirked. “I think he’s just… savoring it.” The laughter resumed again

Bobby shifted slightly, rolling his hips just enough to test me, to see if I’d react. And I did. I buckled my face upward this time, planting my face right in it and started to wiggle it. If my body was not going to be enough, at least my face will do the trick and I might as well enjoy it right?

“Ohhh, dude!” Bobby howled. “He’s loving this. Fuck!!” he couldn’t stop laughing, he knew what was going on, unbeknownst to the rest.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning, but that only made the sensations sharper. The weight. The heat. The scent. The absolute, inescapable reality of what was happening. I was loving it… suddenly they all started to laugh again, I couldn’t understand why; my dick was already hard, pulsating and moving every time I tried to escape, nothing they haven’t seen before, my face was now trapped in Bobbys ass… like, why was I still the butt of the joke!

“Oh, look at it glistening” Nate said in a childish manner, accompanied by Jaime “almost like its crying haha!” and then in unison “aww”

Then the revelation! what resumed my humiliation… it was probably the fact that my penis was oozing precum, I could feel my balls filled to the brim. I shook my head wildly again, Nate’s grip on my thighs tightened as he tried to hold me still. My skin burned where he touched me, and I felt another pulse of heat, one that had nothing to do with embarrassment. Then Bobby lifted again to his knees taking away the pulsations, the light hit me as well as the first breath of air.

“Haha dude I think he is trying to fuck my ass with all that moving!” Bobby screamed amidst the laughter “I couldn’t finish it off”

“Nah you can! He just needs another incentive” said Jaime as he reached for the pile of socks and underwear that were scattered on the bed and on the floor, the messy remnants of that nasty Ziploc bag “Time for a new one!” screamed the brute, holding in his hand a crusty looking jockstrap.

I barely had time to react before he yanked my gag free, the soaked socks leaving my lips with a sickening slurp sound. I gasped, and coughed, my mouth dry as the dessert; but the fresh air never reached me. Instead, Jaimes humongous hands crashed in, shoving the jock right into my open mouth, silencing me again. This time… the taste, dear lord, was overwhelming. Salty, bitter, acrid, I could taste the hours of practice, the times whoever was the owner went to the bathroom in between breaks; whatever he went through was now soaking into my taste buds or whatever was alive of them after the first assault. but deep underneath, there was something else, something I recognized. Something that made my gut tighten and my brain go static. It was him, his essence, his effort, his exhaustion... Jaime.

After the jock was completely inside my mouth, Jaime continued to scoop up all the items left around, and before I could even brace myself, another wave of filth was dumped onto me. Socks, shirts, sweat bands, underwear reeking, sweat-stiffened, pungent fabric piling onto my face like a burial. I gasped for air, but all that did was drag the thick, stale air into my lungs and then to finish it off, to hold it all in place, Bobby sat down again.

“There now its all cushiony” said Bobby as he repositioned himself, making Nate lose it again.

The scent was tear jerking. Musky. Rancid. Sharp like fresh vinegar. The collective stench of a team’s worth of bodies, days of practice in the grueling Arizona heat, and absolutely no washing, that, I could clearly tell. It should’ve made me gag -well it did make me gag- but my body responded differently now, as I moved and struggled in my binds, I could feel the cold air on my penis, precum coating it like a melting ice cream. My head spun, my breath quickened, and my entire being locked onto the scent like an addict chasing his next high.

I moaned into my gag, this time a mix of pure ecstasy and repulsion, my body betraying me as I involuntarily inhaled deeper, searching for every layer of filth soaked into the fabric. Jaime caught it instantly.

“Oh-ho! You see that?” He signaled Nate, who had been quietly watching the show. “Our boy here is really getting into it now.”

Nate chuckled darkly, leaning over to them, still holding my legs still now his body fully on the bed, his voice a taunt. “I told you guys. Give em enough time, and they alwayyyys cave.” Winking directly at Bobby.

“Let’s really seal the deal then,” Bobby grinned, rolling his shoulders, then Jaime pressed his foot against the side of my face, forcing me deeper into the pile of clothes. “Go on, Cus. Take it in. Every last bit.”

I didn’t fight it anymore. My brain had already been rewritten, reshaped into something new, something devoted to the overwhelming, intoxicating scent of them. Everything came rushing back to me, like a movie montage at 2x the speed. The first whiff of his room, stale and damp, almost like a warning of what was to come if I continued to go down. Then, the magazine, glossy pages filled with images that made my head go numb; the ropes against my skin, its tightness, the sensation, the helplessness they imbued in me. Then finally came the smell… the stench, god, that beautiful stench.

That overwhelming mix of scents, pungent, overripe, sweaty and rancid oozing with testosterone, the scent of the three, raw and unfiltered, it clinged to my face, my skin, my very soul. Putrid and acrid, rancid and stale, almost rotten; combined with soft scratchy fibers of gym shorts dragging over my skin, the suffocating embrace of cotton socks, saturated with their sweat and grime, pressing into me, making my head spin.

I should have been disgusted. I was disgusted, at first anyway, but now, now I wanted more… I needed more. My body wiggled, my penis moving on its own stiff as a rock just waiting on me, my lungs burned from it all, my body so hot I could light a fire; then my eyes closed shut, my back arched lifting my ass of the mattress, my body spasming letting out a big unaltered moan into my jocked mouth almost like a scream; my hands became fist, my toes curled so hard they hurt. My jaw went slack around the gag, a now helpless whimper slipping out before getting swallowed by the thick, humid air again, then my body went limp with a shiver... then Silence...

Jaime let out a victorious laugh. “And there it is folks. All on its own!” Applause could be heard. Then Bobby and Nate joined in, their laughter echoing through the room as they piled onto me again, the three of them this time, their weight, their sweat, their overpowering scent consuming me entirely. It was no longer humiliating. It was no longer shame. It was acceptance, I was one of them now.

And I was never going back.

*The final chapter of Jordan's introduction will be out on March 16, 2025*

Jordan doesn't know how lucky he is, when he enlists/gets drafted he won't need a gas mask and the military can have his breath declared a "WEAPON AGAINST HUMANITY" outlawed by the Geneva Convention.

Jordan is now the OFFICIAL MASCOT of the BIG BOYS CLUB - "It was acceptance, I was one of them now." Way to go Jordan.

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Awweeeee so cute! Jordy's awakening, discovery, and ....acceptance! he completely buckled

I think he is seriously addicted to Jaime's stench....every time he thinks of him and his scents it puts him in a sort of uncontrollable state. I hope Jaime takes full advantage and uncovers this too

Now that the lot of them are on to him....well I think they will have some extended fun.