BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG (M+/M+) *CHAPTERS 1-333*

[bondagefreak]

[mention]Volobond[/mention], [mention]Pup Wingletang[/mention], [mention]Sniffmyfeet[/mention], [mention]smushboy[/mention], [mention]Socksbound[/mention], [mention]GoBucks[/mention], [mention]Tsuhaya[/mention], [mention]OrdinaryWorld[/mention], [mention]gaggedfeety[/mention], [mention]ShadowHusky[/mention], [mention]Msueta@2[/mention], [mention]Trainedsub[/mention], [mention]EJTied22[/mention], [mention]luiggi87[/mention]

A massive thanks for all the comments on the latest chapter, guys!
And a special welcome back to [mention]Trainedsub[/mention] [mention]EJTied22[/mention] [mention]Tsuhaya[/mention] and [mention]luiggi87[/mention]!
You boys have provided us with some wonderful questionnaire answers.


In addition to [mention]tugfan[/mention], I've taken the liberty of inviting [mention]harveygasson[/mention] to the bustle of this thread.
Harvey has been one of my most fervent reviewers for years now, but has admitted to feeling a certain level of apprehension and uncertainty about starting Steven's journey due to the sheer size of this thread.

Given how new readers have a tendency of devouring their way through these chapters at phenomenal speeds, I've assured him that the journey is not nearly as intimidating as it appears. Please welcome him and [mention]tugfan[/mention] with open arms when they decide to join us.

Also dropping a shout-out to [mention]4toes[/mention] who just alerted me a few hours ago about being in the process of starting Steven's journey. Welcome aboard, boy! We're all looking forward to hearing your thoughts about the earlier portions of Steven's journey.

THE NEXT CHAPTER IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER!

In the meantime, be sure not to miss the latest chapter of SUCKING UP TO THE BOSS:
SUCKING UP TO THE BOSS: CHAPTER 4

Or, if you haven't checked the story out yet:
SUCKING UP TO THE BOSS: CHAPTER 1

IT'S THE TALE OF A COCKY BABYSITTER WHO ENDS UP CHEWING ON MORE THAN HE CAN HANDLE.

MORE INFO: HERE

On another note, Nick's list of potential full-time captives is looking a little
fuller with the additions of [mention]Tsuhaya[/mention] and [mention]luiggi87[/mention] into his column

[that1kid13]

@bondagefreak love this latest chapter .

Me too seems as though other readers had a lot of reservations about it. Wondering if my conscience needs some help

I'll join the "horny and immoral club" and say it was hot!

Steven needs to learn his place and not expect it to be all romantic all the time. That is just not how Nick is. Now, Steven is right about the lube. When Nick is that big, lube is 100% necessary. Just spit is not enough, so I understand his hesitation there. Still as Nick's sub he needs to be available to Nick when Nick needs him to be and Steven seems to think the opposite. I don't agree with Nick forcing himself on Steven, but Steven also needs to get over this fear of fucking unless they are in a castle surrounded by flower petals.

Yassss the horny and immoral club!! I’m here for it. I just personally think Steven is a bit too vanilla for nick. Too sensitive and prude. I’m very interested to see if josh comes back

[bondagefreak]

Yassss the horny and immoral club!! I’m here for it. I just personally think Steven is a bit too vanilla for nick. Too sensitive and prude. I’m very interested to see if josh comes back

You're entitled to your own opinion, but I have to somewhat disagree with you on that one, boi.
If anyone is vanilla in this story, it's Nick. With the exception of Shawn's roommates (and possibly Shawn himself), Nick is probably one the most vanilla members of the cast. Yes, he enjoys tying up twerps, as well as having his toes sucked and worshipped. But aside from that, he's into fairly traditional stuff.

Steven is the one with all the secret kinks and fetishes.

As for him being too sensitive, keep in mind that your outlook might be a little skewed. After all, you're reading his journal, as well as all of his inner thoughts and feelings...feelings that he wouldn't share with others (ex: his attraction to Chris, his jealousy of Jeremy and his secret lusting for Zack).

Being an introvert, Steven does a fantastic job at not communicating his feelings with the people around him. Which means that if you were part of the cast, you probably wouldn't suspect him of being so sensitive and bottling up jealousy and guilt. Nick is only just starting to pick up on Steven's kinks and particularities. Hence the use of the monstrous puffer, police boots and leather gloves.


All that to say that you probably would not dislike Steven as much as you do if you knew him in real life.

[chadmc90]

I decided to start reading bound and gagged again. I am on the 10th chapter currently, and HOLY. F**K. You really did flesh out the starting chapters! Its definitely more detailed and emotional than before. Good job on that.

After reading the first 9 chapters, my impressions of them all remain the same. Steven reminds me of one of those house wives who keeps going back to their abusive husbands. I have a feeling he has confidence and self esteem issues, which were slowing intensified over the years by Nicks aggressivness and bullying. It doesn't seem like Steven doesn't have any friends though outside of Nick, which likely explains his attachment to him. I am kind of wandering if Nick intentionally made it hard for Steven to have other friends, just to keep him under lock and key. I feel bad for Steven so much, and he doesn't deserve this kind of abuse. What he's endured at the end of chapter 9 is illegal (the kidnapping part).

As for Nick: I think he really borders on the sociopathic side, but he's quite there. He really does not think things through and is very spontaneous. I would place him as just below the sociopathic spectrum because he does have sympathy for Steven. He is cold, but not without any feelings whatsoever. But his aggressivness and alpha mentality makes it difficult for him to show compassion. I also feel like he doesn't realize the true effect his actions are having on him. He just thinks this is some fun game that his buddie just secretly loves(and the willingly sniffing of the sneakers did not help matters AT ALL).

As for Brad: yea he's a full blown sociopath. He has zero empathy for no one and does not care how his actions affect other people. He also has very severe temperament issues, as it is seeming like he is doing this all because of his record being broken. I'm sure that's eaten Brad alive over the years. Brad is the type of person that needs to be behind bars.

[chadmc90]

On an additional note: I missed the raw emotion your writing makes me feel. You are really good at fleshing out a characters emotions and describing not just the predicaments they are in, but how those things are affecting them mentally.

[chadmc90]

We've been drawn in and now we are putty in @bondagefreak's hands!

That's true, I love your reviews because they make me aware (again) of what a masterpiece this story is. Not only the characters in the story are subject to the fate Bondagefreak decides for them, but we, the readers, are affected by his decisions as well. The wide range of emotions that is shown in this story makes it something we can all relate to. Although I live my kinky life on a much smaller scale and a lower level, I can relate to what happens to Steven, Nick and the other guys. I think it is precisely because the difficult parts are included.

Love the reviews @Pup Wingletang you have been getting me to reflect on the earlier chapters and what has happened to Steven on the journey. I certainly have felt like putty in @bondagefreak hands many times throughout the story.

@Sniffmyfeet you mention the highs and lows as why we connect to the story and that’s exactly how I feel. I ride the highs and struggle through the lows just as Steven does. The writing style of @bondagefreak is also a major reason to love the story. I know that he says Steven’s narration is slow and meanders but it love that he can spend a whole chapter talking about getting gagged with a sock. Not only that the said sock isn’t even in his mouth yet but we’ve heard all the emotions and thoughts on what he thinks about it.

For me Steven is the most relatable fictional character in any form of media I can remember. There are times I actually have to remind myself that I’m not actually Steven I so closely relate to him.

All in all it’s a masterpiece and that’s one thing all of us can agree on.

That's my thoughts exactly. What makes this story so much fun to read is how the characters feel about their situation. Its one thing to say "X did this to Y" or "Y got bound up like this by Z", but describing those emotions just makes readers connect to the story more.

The drama of this story is also very engaging and suspenseful. It keeps you hooked and anxious to read the next chapter, which is essential for keeping readers coming back. Stories do well to add a a twist and a turn here and there.

[bondagefreak]

[Socksbound]

Congratulations [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] thats an absolutely amazing achievement. One you should be very proud of.

[Sniffmyfeet]

Half a million views and it's well-deserved in my opinion!

Congratulations and many thanks to [mention]bondagefreak[/mention]

[bondagefreak]

Looks like we have a VIP onboard, guys!
Best you all be on your best behaviour now that boss-man's around

[mention]chadmc90[/mention]
Welcome back, my friend!
I was really surprised when you told me you were in the process of revisiting this.

It's been quite a few years since you've read the early parts of Steven's journey, and I'm thrilled at the prospect of you discovering where I has originally planning on taking this (before the last forum unceremoniously went down on us). I think it's safe to say there'll be a few surprises for you up along the road. Hope you have fun, mate

Keep us posted!

[bondagefreak]

CHAPTER 253 - A CHINK IN THE ARMOUR

Saturday, May 23 (9:30 PM)

"You tired, little one?" Zack asked as the boi he was holding slowly awoke from his peaceful slumber.
Jeremy nodded his head 'yes' and moaned somewhat faintly before clutching his Rubik's cube against his chest and curling up into an even tighter ball.

The brown haired muscleman kissed the top of his ward's head gently before tearing his eyes off the kid and focusing his attention back on the towering blond man who sat next to them.


Our handsome host asked Nick if he planned on joining him and his boi inside the queen-size sleeping bag he and Jeremy had slept in the night before. He mentioned that it would be a tight fit but that it could still accommodate the four of us if we huddled up together. Zack's offer was very tempting, to the point where Nick actually had to think about it for a bit.

My mind raced at the possibility that now presented itself before us.
The thought of sharing a sleeping bag with Nick, Jeremy and Zack was an insanely hot prospect to say the least.
I could already imagine how toasty warm and safe my friend and I would be in there, pressed up against each other, with two absolutely colossal beasts keeping close watch over us. If heaven could be described, then that would be it.





I was a little disappointed when my hunky blond boyfriend turned down his friend's tempting invitation, but was fairly happy when he followed up his reply with a promise to revisit the issue tomorrow night.

"Maybe tomorrow." Nick spoke. "For tonight I want this little guy all to myself." he admitted, playfully nuzzling the bottom of my chin with his gloved fingers before finally standing up off the chair and forcing me to do the same.


In the minutes that followed, Nick ended up escorting both Jeremy and myself to the safety of the tent while our host took care of stoking the fire and getting out another pair of beers for his upcoming private discussion with my Master.




Jeremy entered the tent first, followed by myself and then by Nick, who struggled to get his positively enormous puffer-clad frame past the diminutive doorway.

A loud swooshing sound ensued as the man's bulbous arms brushed against the tent's nylon entrance, and another sound - this time that of a zipper - pierced the silence as our insanely buff enforcer turned around to zip the door back up.

There'd be no escaping Zack's tent now, I knew.
With the tent's only exit now being blocked by the enormous beast that was my Master, Jeremy and I were trapped and left with virtually no means to flee this place. Of course, neither of us wanted to flee. But it was still arousing to think that such a thing wouldn't have been possible even if we'd genuinely wanted to.



In any case, I was thrilled by how roomy the tent was. But was even more thrilled to note that there was only ONE mattress for the four of us to sleep on.


Zack wasn't kidding when he told us he had a cozy setup in place.
The makeshift sleeping mattress we were going to be spending the night on was the size of a twin bed, and was composed of a thin, self-inflating rubber air mattress with two surprisingly thick layers of memory foam stacked on top of it. A very squishy, very comfortable sleeping arrangement if ever I'd seen one.



Jeremy seemed a little disgruntled when he saw Nick fold up and remove the two-place, rectangular sleeping bag that had been taking up the entirety of the mattress surface. But his face grew even more disgruntled when he saw the gloved puffer-man replace the spacious sleeping bag with two extremely narrow ones; his ridiculously fat, smelly old expedition bag, and Zack's.


It probably shouldn't have come as a huge surprise to me that Zack, being a serious cold weather camping enthusiast, also owned an incredibly thick mummy-style sleeping bag. After all, joining the hockey-hunk on his winter camping trips was the main reason Nick had gotten his own bag so massively overstuffed. But the sheer craziness of Zack's bag was definitely an element of surprise for me.

His -60c rated sleeping bag was every bit as thick as my Master's, and aside from the colour - Nick's being dark blue and Zack's being jet black - the two of them looked virtually identical.







Either way, Jeremy didn't seem too pleased at the prospect of spending the entire night safely zipped inside one of those fat worms. In fact, he seemed to be dreading the whole affair.

Now don't get me wrong, those crazy thick extreme weather sleeping bags were comfortable as hell and quite heavenly to be zipped up in. But they were also annoyingly snug and didn't provide any wiggle space. Add to that the fact that the man who's bed Jeremy shared weighed twice as much as he did, and it was easy to understand why the boi's face suddenly betrayed a certain level of fear and apprehension.




Nick turned one of the tent's night lights on and had the two of us strip naked before helping us into our respective spandex security sacks.

Zack had obviously been training Jeremy to sleep this way 'cause my friend didn't even wait for my Master's order before stripping down and sliding into his stretchy, skin-tight prison.

I complained a bit and tried to talking my way out of doing the same, but my blue eyed, puffer-clad Boss-man ended the discussion by cupping the back of my head in one hand, raising a gloved finger up to my face and ordering me to be silent.

"Babe. Quiet." he spoke, instantly causing me to close my mouth shut and eye his excessively broad and towering form with a sense of deep awe and respect.

I knew I was fairly good-looking and all, but I still found myself feeling a little exhilarated and flushed whenever I pondered the fact that this beast-of-a-man had chosen me to be his mate.

The late evening chill whipped across my skin, but Nick's proximity and the knowledge that I was going to be receiving his seed later tonight instantly caused a wave or warmth to drape itself across my shivering body.


Hmmm. I was still a little sore from the rather brutal fucking he'd given me earlier, but I could hardly wait to be zipped up inside that fat bag of his and surrender myself to the incredible warmth and weight of his body. Nick was going to make love to me, and that, ladies and gents, was quite possibly one of the best experiences this world had to offer.



Our escape-proof sleepsacks were promptly zipped shut, and our now adequately-secured forms were lifted up and placed down inside our respective sleeping bag worms; Jeremy's in Zack's and mine in Nick's.

The giant, puffer-wearing enforcer started zipping his insanely fat bag up, but when the zipper reached my neck and the incredibly smothering loft started threatening to bury my mouth, I begged with my Master and pleaded for him to allow my friend and I to stay up and chat for a bit.


Given that it was past my usual bedtime, I didn't actually expect Nick to acquiesce to my demands. But surprisingly enough, he did!

"Alright, you boys can chat for a bit. But when Zack and I finish talking, it's going to be sleeping time for the two of you." he said, zipping his bag crazy fat bag up 'till the loft reached my nose.


As soon as he turned around to fix Jeremy up like he'd fixed me, I flared my nostrils open and moaned at how strong the blond man's bag smelled. The scent that greeted my nostrils was even stronger and more powerful than that which permeated the inside of his puffer. It was torturous to breathe in, but not for reasons that you might think.

True, it didn't exactly smell like roses in here, but it definitely did smell of Nick quite strongly.
Filling my nostrils with his earthy, intoxicating scent had the effect of making more blood flow into my groin area. And the fact that my hands and arms were safely tucked inside the sleepsack's built-in internal sleeves made the whole thing both super arousing and incredibly frustrating at the same time.



The sound of a heavy duty zipper filled my ears and I watched rather intently as Jeremy's sleepsacked form disappeared inside his own man's absurdly fat sleeping bag cocoon.

Nick told us we could chat for a few minutes and reminded us of the fact that he and Zack would be sitting just outside the tent in the case that we should need anything. He made sure we were nice and snug and then turned the night light down to it's lowest setting before walking back into the night and zipping the nylon tent door shut behind him.





"Pssst. You okay?" I asked, as soon as I managed to get my face out of my boyfriend's smothering sleeping bag loft.

Jeremy struggled to get his face out Zack's, but eventually managed to free his mouth just long enough to provide me with an audible answer.

"Pfttt! Pffftt! Yeah." he finally grumbled, spitting out a small feather that had lodged itself in his mouth and sounding positively unhappy about the predicament he now found himself in.

I tried cheering him up a bit, but lad was visibly unnerved at the fact that the bag he was currently zipped up in kept threatening to bury his face down and smother him. In my friend's defense, Zack's mummy bag was indeed inexplicably fat and puffy.


"Hey, at least this is better than sleeping on the floor, right?" I asked, blatantly reminding him of his past and not going out of my way to hide the fact that I thought he was being a little unappreciative of what he had.

The kid went silent for a moment, but then finally agreed with me and admitted that this wasn't so bad.
After all, his Master's bag was extremely warm and comfy, and so was Nick's.



Jeremy and I spoke for a bit, during which I asked him if he was happy with his last three weeks of living with Zack.
The lad didn't hesitate for a second and almost immediately assured me that indeed he was.

I wanted to ask him a bunch of questions about his relationship with the man, but had to restrain myself from dumping all of them on him all at once. We had a lot to talk about, and I had a lot to tell him.

After a few minutes of listening to him talk, I put a pause to his flaunting of his Master's qualities by asking him why he looked so annoyed and upset back when we were eating supper around the campfire.


Jeremy's facial expression immediately turned sour again.

"You guys brought beans!" he hissed, lifting his head up out of his boyfriend's sleeping bag and furrowing his brow as though his answer should've been obvious.

"So?" I asked, truly not understand what the whole fuss was about.


Jeremy huffed, groaned and rolled his eyes at my apparent lack of understanding.

"You guys brought beans." he repeated. "Zack can't eat beans!"

"Why not?"

"'Cause he fuckin' farts!" the lad cried out, sounding even more pissed at the incredulous smile that ended up lining my face.

"And? Nick farts all the time. Most guys do." I shot back, much to my agitated friend's continued annoyance.


"Noooo. You don't understand! Zack's farts...they're not normal. They smell fuckin' terrible!" Jeremy tried telling me.

I scoffed at the notion of Zack being a gassy guy and told the freckle-faced lad that he was probably just making this up.
Somehow I couldn't quite picture a guy as handsome and as chivalrous as Zack ripping huge farts and stinking the place up with his gas. It didn't fit his image, or at least, it didn't quite fit the image I had of him at the time.

Besides, I'd spent a few nights sleeping in Shawn's bedroom.
Trust me, when it came to farts it didn't get any worse than that. Or so I thought.


"I'm NOT making this up! I know he doesn't look like the type of guy who'd fart all the time, but he doesn't do it on purpose. It's those stupid protein supplements he takes! They do something to his stomach." the kid went on, finally providing me with an argument that actually made some sort of sense.

"When he eats eggs and stuff, he gets gas. But when he eats beans, it's even worse!" he continued, suddenly causing me to realise why it was that he'd shown so much fear at seeing the roomy queen-sized sleeping bag being swapped for his Master's super fat winter mummy. I mean, the man who'd soon be sharing it with him had eaten eggs, sausage, bacon...and yes, even beans.

If the gorgeous muscle-hunk's farts were anywhere even close to being as foul and as frequent as what Jeremy was leading me to believe, then perhaps I too would've been a tad bit apprehensive about having to share such tight and poorly-ventilated quarters with him.


I had trouble stopping myself from laughing at how dire the poor lad's protests seemed, but suddenly found myself turning my head in the opposite direction when the sound of the tent door being noisily unzipped filled our ears.



Jeremy and I looked at the opening, and our eyes were quickly blessed with the sight of his huge, hulking, leather-clad warrior. Only this time, the man wasn't sporting his usual charming smile.

"Hey, hey. What's going on in here?" he asked, approaching our position and frowning disapprovingly at the fact that we were still awake.

"Nothing, Sir." Jeremy spoke.

"We're just chatting." I immediately chimed in.


"The two of you will have plenty of time to catch up this weekend, but now's not the time to chat, boys. You know the rules." he told us, walking over to one of his duffle bags and bending down to extract some stuff from out of it.


"But Sirrrr. Nick told us we could talk." I complained, noting that my freckle-faced friend apparently had no intention of standing up to his Boss.

Zack didn't even pause when he heard that.

"No, boi. Nick's tired and he's not thinking straight." he calmly rebuked.

I wanted to argue my point again, but suddenly found myself no longer having the will to do so.
I mean, who was I kidding? This is Zack we're talking about!

The man was as build up, as hot and as righteous as superman himself.
You don't argue with a man like Zack. You just don't.


"You boys know the rules. There's no fooling around past your bedtimes. Now it's time for both of you to be quiet and it's time for you boys to go to sleep." he commanded, speaking in a firm, yet fatherly tone.


I watched as the leather-clad giant stepped onto the squishy mattress and squatted down in between Jeremy's sleeping bagged form and my own.

I couldn't see my friend's face due to the broadness of his boyfriend's back, but I listened as they whispered soft words to each other and listened as the order to "open up" came out of the brown-haired righteous man's smooth-talking mouth.


Even without a clear view of what was going on, it was obvious at this point that Jeremy's communication orifice was being gagged with something.

A few soft words of encouragement flowed forth from Zack's mouth, and a series of very low, barely audible muffled noises came out of the little man's now amply gagged one.


Tape was then slowly wrapped around the stuff-gagged kid's head, and from the relatively soft and subdued sound that accompanied the wrapping, I knew Zack was probably using his hockey tape or some other form of sticky, sports-themed adhesive.



The muscular knight bent down to kiss his boy's forehead, and for a split second there I was actually was able to lock eyes on Jeremy just long enough to see his lower face completely wrapped up in what appeared to be numerous revolutions of sticky, white athletic tape.

His head was pushed down inside the fat sleeping bag trap, and Zack zipped his extremely smothering cocoon up all the way past Jeremy's head, right up to the diminutive hood opening.

The hood was closed up to the size of a peep hole, and I watched as the handsome, leather-clad muscleman worked his gloved fingers to get the draw cords knotted up real nice and tight.

His ward would be going nowhere tonight, and our girly chatting would have to wait until morning.



I thought the righteous man was simply going to order me to sleep and then exit the tent to rejoin my Master.
So you can understand how positively taken aback I was when he instead crouched down next to my hopelessly cocooned form and alerted me to the fact that I too was going to share in Jeremy's fate.

BOUND & GAGGED KINK INDEX
A "CLICK-TO-READ" LIST OF CHAPTERS, FOLLOWED BY THE APPROPRIATE KINK/FETISH TAGS FEATURED WITHIN EACH CHAPTER.

[Socksbound]

Another great chapter at setting up events that are to come. Looking forward to Zack shutting up that yapper of Steven’s in the next chapter and the gaseous odours to come.

I’m not counting that as a chink in Zacks armour just as I don’t count Nick’s foul foot stench as one of his.

[Volobond]

Well, there's always something! And it makes sense - those protein supplement things are WEIRD. No wonder it's making stuff go rotten - gastric-wise.

I’m not counting that as a chink in Zacks armour just as I don’t count Nick’s foul foot stench as one of his.

Socks, you're a braver man than me! Or perhaps just kinkier However, this doesn't change my thoughts - To me, Zack still has far more positives than Nick does in the pros and cons columns.

Also Steven being his passive aggressive self, trying to "remind him of his past and not hiding the fact that he thought Jeremy was unappreciative" - sometimes our protagonist gets on my nerves. Probably why I don't mind him getting so cruelly gagged and forced to smell such rancid items! Anyhoo, glad to see my sweet Jeremy is being taken care of - farts notwithstanding!

[Socksbound]

Well, there's always something! And it makes sense - those protein supplement things are WEIRD. No wonder it's making stuff go rotten - gastric-wise.

I’m not counting that as a chink in Zacks armour just as I don’t count Nick’s foul foot stench as one of his.

Socks, you're a braver man than me! Or perhaps just kinkier However, this doesn't change my thoughts - To me, Zack still has far more positives than Nick does in the pros and cons columns.

Haha nope I’m not brave and I doubt I’m any kinkier but I was hoping for some kind of personality flaw. Nick has copped a lot of flak at times and Zack has been painted as perfect or close to it. I’d like him to be a little less squeaky clean to give readers a bigger conundrum as to Nick or Zack being the preferred master

[ShadowHusky]

My love for Zack is building, sir, don't do this to me

[Sniffmyfeet]

I'm not looking forward to the farting... but other than that, this chapter was extremely hot.

I'd love to spend some time in Zack's sleeping bag. It was nice to hear the boys exchange their experiences and I'm happy Jeremy didn't hesitate to say he's happy with Zack. And I just loved the way Zack told them to shut up (even though they had Nick's permission) and I'm already looking forward to Steven getting his gag.

[Pup Wingletang]

Sounds like it's going to be nice a cosy in that tent, amongst other things! Interesting that Nick actually turned out to be the more lenient master when it came to putting them to bed. I always enjoy it when Steven recounts something happening to another sub (Jeremy's gagging in this case), it's something about the air of mystery - you only get a muffled idea of what is going on, usually before Steven experiences the same thing first hand!

Well, there's always something! And it makes sense - those protein supplement things are WEIRD. No wonder it's making stuff go rotten - gastric-wise.

I think my favourite fact about the whey protein that usually goes into these protein products is that it is actually a waste product from the cheese making industry, they can't get rid of it fast enough! And yet somehow it becomes really expensive by the time it makes its way into a plastic bottle...

[GoBucks]

Nope, the farting is not a chink. It's another feature that I am glad Zack has!

Can't wait to see the fate that Steven will be sharing with Jeremy. Bet it's something tasty

[Msueta@2]

[mention]bondagefreak[/mention] . I really liked this chapter . Can't wait till the farting starts .

[4toes]

[mention]bondagefreak[/mention] First of all, thank you for this masterpiece. I know I'm late joining in the party. But as they say, better late than never.

As I begin my journey with Steven and after reading the first 5 chapters, I can just tell myself where have you been and what have you been doing all this time?! The way you describe the surroundings, the predicament, and all the things you can describe is as if we are actually there living the moment and experiencing it how Steven had experienced it. You have drawn us into your world. I think what made the story so relatable is how you wrote the thought process of Steven. especially in Chapter 4 wherein Nick said to Steven on how fucking cute he is. Maaaaan the emotion in there and that moment of vulnerability, it was simply amazing. I felt that my face was burning red also. I can't wait what other feelings I would feel as I continue on with this journey.

[bondagefreak]

Welcome onboard [mention]4toes[/mention]!
I was super thrilled to see your name pop up in the comments earlier today.

You're not late to the party. Quite the opposite, you're right on time!
Lots of the users currently reviewing are readers who've recently caught up or just started catching up to Steven's adventure.

The website admin himself ([mention]chadmc90[/mention]) just started the adventure and alerted us to the fact that he was on chapter ten three days ago. Like I said, right on time

Hope you continue enjoying the ride, buddy.
Keep us posted and don't shy away from sharing your thoughts with us (about the characters, the plot and etc) whenever you have something to say.


I'd also like to extend an invitation to [mention]Mummybag[/mention].
Given your comments on my other stuff, I have a feeling this tale will be right up your alley as well, my friend.

[gaggedfeety]

Sounds like Jeremy and Steven are in for a long night...I understand Jeremy's pain, and Steven will too

[bondagefreak]

CHAPTER 254 - DÉJÀ VU

Saturday, May 23 (9:40 PM)

The instant I saw Zack's towering form crouch down above me, I instinctively withdrew my head deeper inside my Master's exceedingly puffy sleeping bag hood, hoping that it would somehow protect me and dissuade the hulking giant from gagging me.

It didn't. The imposing, two-meter-tall muscleman simply reached down inside the hood opening and scooped the back of my head up inside his huge, gauntlet glove-clad hand.

I gave Master Zack the best set of puppy eyes I could muster, but when I saw him reach down and extract what appeared to be a sizeable sponge ball from his jacket pocket, I immediately started begging for mercy and leniency.


"No, Sir! No. Please, Sir. I don't need to be gagged, Sir." I whimpered, struggling against my escape-proof sleepsack and locking eyes on the oversized object Zack planned on stuffing my mouth with.


The sponge he held was black in colour and perfectly spherical. It looked rather unimpressive inside the man's large hand, but being the size of an apple, there was little doubt in my mind as to how effective it would prove against the likes of my mouth.

"Shhhh. Quiet down, Steven. Talking time's over. Now open your mouth up, boi." my Master's best friend calmly ordered.


Part of me wanted to obey him. Part of me wanted to just comply and show him what a good boy I truly was.
But as hard as it was to resist his commanding tone and defy his persuasive demeanor, I genuinely did not want his gag going in my mouth. I'd done nothing wrong. I hadn't violated Nick's orders or done anything to merit the gag-treatment.


This wasn't the first time Zack had presented me with such a dilemma, mind you.

The man had gagged with with his worn socks twice already; once with his eye-wateringly cheesy Wigwam sock, and the second time with his absurdly foul-smelling, fresh-off-the-foot black CCM sock. Hell, he had even coerced me into chewing on my own boyfriend's pube-infested, bum-scented boxers a few weeks ago!


Zack would've been more than capable of gagging me by force back then, but he hadn't.

His socks stank worse than the foulest, strongest-smelling of cheeses, and Nick's army green boxers reeked to the point of making me go cross-eyed. But in all three of those instances, the unbelievably charismatic, musclebound hockey player had persuaded me into willingly opening my mouth up.


Although I was as firmly opposed to being gagged tonight as I was back then, I knew that resisting this supremely righteous man's commands was an almost impossible feat to accomplish.

Zack would win of course.
He always won.


Still, I held on to the faint sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe I could persuade him not to impose his will upon me just this once. The chances of that happening were slim at best. But I had to try. After all, if I could get my impossibly strict boyfriend to fold and show me leniency every now and then, then I sure as hell could get Zack to do the same, right?



"No, Sir. Nooo. I don't wanna have my mouth stuffed. I'll be quiet, Sir. I promise. Please, Sir. Just don't gag me..." came my almost desperate-sounding plea.

The brown haired leather-man gave me a somewhat disappointed look. If he was at all impressed with my wordy boot-licking display of submission, then he did a good job at not showing it.

"You know the rules, boi. There's no talking past your bedtime." he scolded, skillfully implying that I should've thought about the consequences of my actions before breaking the unbearably strict curfew Jeremy and I were being subjected to.


"But Sir, Nick told us we could chat! I even asked him for his permission. Please, Sir. I'm not lying, Sir! You can ask him!" I groveled, my voice quickly trailing off into a low whimper.

"I know he did, boi. But now it's time for you to be quiet." Zack replied, instantly causing me nod my head repeatedly.

"Yes, Master Zack. I'll be quiet, Sir. I promise." I responded, looking up at him with a big set of pleading puppy eyes.


"Alright. Good boi." the buff man purred, instantly causing me to believe I'd successfully talked my way out of this.
"Now open up." he swiftly commanded, lowering his giant sponge ball closer to my lips and making me go wide-eyed in incomprehension.

"Nooo! Wait, Sir! I won't talk. I'll be quiet." I desperately repeated, suddenly feeling the walls of hopelessness closing in around me.

"Yes, boi. I know you will. Now you see this ball I'm holding?" he asked, speaking in a low tone and forcing me to narrow my eyes down on the excessively large spherical stuffing he held between his thick, leather-clad digits.

"Yes, Sir. I see it, Sir." I submissively whimpered, not really knowing where he was going with this.

"This ball is going to be keeping you company and making sure you don't break the promise you just made me." the man calmly explained. "It's going to be your gag for the night, and now I want you to open up for it."

"But...but..." I started whimpering.

"No buts, Steven. When I say to open your mouth, you open. Now you're gonna take my gag in and I don't wanna hear another peep you." Zack scolded, raising a gloved finger up to my face and gently rebuking me whilst holding the back of my head in his other hand.


The sight and smell of his thick gloves was practically intoxicating.
And the loud creaking noise they made each time he moved a muscle or flexed a finger caused my stomach to knot up and my cheeks to tingle.

I looked at the giant ball he was holding and allowed a look of defeat to paint itself across my face.
I wanted to resist, I wanted to stand my ground. But no matter how much I wanted to, I just couldn't.



I had no idea how he'd get that enormous sponge inside my mouth, but watched intently as his gloved fingers dug into the fat ball and squashed it down to a more manageable size.

"Don't worry, kiddo. You need to trust me. Alright? Trust papa Zack." he purred, almost as if feeling the level of apprehension building up inside me. "This is a professional gag. It's a one-size-fits all and it's designed for long term comfort. Your friend has the same one in his mouth right now and he's just fine. Now I know it looks big, but look at how squishy it is." he continued, flexing his leathery palm around the ball and digging his thickly-padded fingers into it.


The sound of his gloves and the sight of his captivating demonstration had me completely mesmerised.
I was like putty in his hands by that point.


Zack spent a few seconds showing me his talk-proof sponge gag, flaunting it's merits and explaining to me how it would swell up and take every micron of free space once it entered my oral cavity. He even took the time to console me a little and spoke to me about the importance of obeying his and Nick's commands even when I didn't understand or agree with them.

The righteous leather-hunk waited for me to nod my head 'yes' before finally ordering me to take his gag in.


His choice of words had a profound impact on me.
That fact that he actually went out of his way to specify that he was going to impose his gag on my mouth really reinforced the image of him enforcing his will over me.

Zack was the opposite of cold. Everything about him was warm and personal. And this gag he was about to impose on me, it was very personal. It would serve as an extension of his will, much like the inflatable bulb my Master had plugged my mouth with earlier this afternoon.


I suddenly felt completely at peace with Zack's decision and found myself actually wanting to be gagged by him.
The man could've gagged me with just about anything by that point.
He had me exactly where he wanted me, and he knew it.



No longer wishing to resist my Master's dreamy friend, I opened my mouth wide and practically melted when he rewarded me with a "There we go...that's a good boi."


The massive sponge ball was carefully pushed in through my gaping lips, and the smell of my brown haired host's big, leathery fingers filtered up into my flaring sniff-holes.

I abandoned myself to the moment and allowed myself to go completely limp as the mighty stuff-ball began swelling up and filling my orifice.

"Good boi." Zack commended, instantly causing me a close my eyes and blush anew. "Thaaat's it. No more talking for you tonight, kiddo. We're gonna have a fun day tomorrow and you'll have lots of time to chat with Jeremy. But right now you need your beauty sleep and he needs his. Yeah...there we go. Therrre we go." he continued, speaking in a soft, comforting tone as he pushed his talk-proof stuffing past my bulging lips.


As soon as he instructed me to do so, I clamped down on the oversized gag-ball and attempted close my lips around it.
That last part was virtually impossible to accomplish, but Zack still seemed satisfied with my efforts and even took the time to caress my face with his gloved fingers before extracting a roll of white athletic tape from his pocket.

I tried speaking to him through the impossibly fat stuffing, but the man just ignored me and gently taped my lower face shut with seven or eight revolutions of his dreadfully sticky, inch-wide adhesive.



There'd be no more talking for his freckle-faced boi.
And from this point onward, there'd be no more talking for me either.

BOUND & GAGGED KINK INDEX
A "CLICK-TO-READ" LIST OF CHAPTERS, FOLLOWED BY THE APPROPRIATE KINK/FETISH TAGS FEATURED WITHIN EACH CHAPTER.

[Socksbound]

I like that stern version of Zack, much less playful than previously and loads more like the boss himself ‘Nick’. Steven would never have tried to negotiate with Nick like that although he wouldn’t have given him nearly as much time to either. Awesome chapter won’t be long and the gaseous odour in that tent could be used as chemical warfare

[gaggedfeety]

I liked the back-and-forth between Steven and Zack, it was cute and amusing, at least to me hahaha. But hopefully he doesn't get in trouble with Nick when he comes back...