Stories of Tie Up Games

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As you may have guessed, Sammy was understandably alarmed when the three hulking giants that were Andrew, Hunter and Brody loomed above him and began fidgeting with his restraints. As soon as his limbs were freed of the thick zip-ties, the panicked runt tried scrambling off the floor and mounting some kind of escape.

His plans were immediately quashed thanks to Brody's vigilance, but the dextrous midget nevertheless managed to ever-so-briefly claw at the sticky tape keeping his mouth in check before Andrew's gargantuan hands intervened; promptly clamping down around the little guy's puny wrists before easily wrestling them down and forcing them behind his back.

Sammy's mouth worked overtime in an effort to defeat the moderately compromised tapegag Matt had seen fit to impose, but even his most vehement efforts to spread his lips apart and mouth off some sort of protest failed to yield the desired results.

No one would hear his desperate calls for assistance.
No one would come to his aid or defeat his three towering assailants.



A desperate plea left my visibly frightened stepbrother's mouth as he was effortlessly lifted up off the bedroom floor and carried over towards the awaiting gurney. Andrew gave his two very burly assistants a set of calmly voiced instructions, but aside from that, verbal communication was kept to a bare minimum.

As soon as the twerp was turned face up and lowered down onto the padded gurney, the jumbo-soled aspiring paramedic dutifully got down to business. "Alright, you guys hold him down. I'll secure his wrists and ankles and then you can help me with the rest of the restraints." Andrew told his henchmen, before finally turning to Hunter and enlisting the brawny star quarterback as a personal assistant of sorts.


Even as the three towering giants went to work, I watched from the sidelines and maintained my seated position on the nearby dishevelled bed. The stench that dominated the bedroom was such that I found myself breathing through my mouth and repeatedly squinting my eyes shut. I wasn't exactly one to talk. Even on a good day, my socks and shoes stank of boiled eggs and vinegar. But Andrew's footwear was on another level altogether. His socks and shoes didn't just stink. They positively REEKED.

It was to the point where even Hunter and Brody - both of whom were afflicted with rather severe forms of debilitating foot odour - were eyeing the gamer-stud's colossal trainers with a look of stark disapproval and discernable disdain. All of us were breathing through our mouths. All of us, save for Sammy, that is.


But yeah, getting back to the matter at hand, as much as I wanted to join in and help the three big guys forcibly secure my stepbrother into the gurney, part of me - a large part - rooted in favour of dissociating myself from the enticing melee.

Although I normally had no qualms about getting involved in the hazing of a teammate, something told me Sammy wouldn't have been nearly as cooperative had I chosen to take a more active role in the heavy-handed affair. Removing myself from the equation basically left him in the company of strangers. Very brawny and very intimidating strangers, I might add.




The fact that Sammy barely knew my hunky teammates and the fact that he knew even less about the towering gamer whose gurney he was about to be strapped in left the feisty dweeb understandably fearful and blissfully compliant. He was terrified. Perhaps understandably so.

Injecting a familiar element - me - into the mix might've dispelled his unease and made the whole thing less intimidating. Call me cruel, but I sort of enjoyed the spectacle of his fear-induced compliance. In the six months since he and his mum had moved in with me and my dad, it was something I'd never witnessed.



Either way, the three towering giants performed quite admirably. Brody played his part to perfection; taking on the role of the enforcer and acting as the ever-watchful, ever-eager strong arm of the law.

Andrew was the stern no-nonsense paramedic; securing his subject down with a mixture of singlemindedness and professionalism while at the same time not shying away from employing what I can only qualify as very substantial use of force.

His manner was poised and measured, but nevertheless surprising in that it was inarguably quite forceful. Andrew didn't exactly strike me as shy or particularly timid, but being naturally reserved and perhaps a bit uncommunicative, I was naturally quite taken aback by his willingness to use force against a considerably smaller victim. Especially one he didn't even know.

You should've seen the sheer dedication, speed and strength at which he went after Sammy's newly freed wrists the instant those giant zip-ties were cut off. While definitely no slouch and possessing an unmistakeably athletic form, what Andrew lacked in hypertrophied muscle mass - as opposed to my hunkier teammates - he certainly made up for in size and willpower.

As for Hunter, he was somewhere in the middle; acting as heavy-handed enforcer but also as attentive paramedic assistant.



In any case, I watched as the three of them performed in perfect unison; Brody and Hunter keeping Sammy's scrawny form pressed down into the padded gurney, while stoic-faced Andrew very dutifully wrestled the captive twink's limbs into the dedicated safety restraints.

I watched as Sammy's lower arms were pushed down into the hungrily gaping wrist restraints located on both sides of his thighs. The humane restraints looked almost comfortable in that they were thickly padded so as to prevent chafing or bruising, but even so, the stupendously broad strip of high-density industrial-grade velcro layered atop them left little doubt as to the nature of their usage. These weren't cheap gimmicky bondage toys, I knew. These were serious, heavy-duty, institution-grade restraints used on high-profile criminals and dangerous patients deemed a risk to themselves and others. Sammy would not be getting out of those. And those restraints were only just the beginning.

The instant both of his lower arms were fastened down into their respective wrist restraints and securely velcroed in, our hairy-legged host made his way over towards the lower end of the gurney and repeated the same process with the prisoner's naked ankles.


Sammy instinctively kicked, more out of fear and desperation than out of genuine desire to hit any of his oversized assailants. Unfortunately for him, Andrew made rather short work of his efforts; first by wrapping a downright colossal hand around Sammy's bare ankle, and secondly by forcing it down into the awaiting ankle restraint; tightening it up real nice and snug before finally wrapping that ginormous slab of super heavy-duty industrial-strength velcro around it.

The same process was repeated for Sammy's second ankle, leaving the helpless twink lying supine on the gurney, with his wrists kept into place on both sides of his loose-fitting boxer-clad thighs and his ankles individually secured with roughly about a foot of space in between them.


Satisfied with the knowledge that there was no escaping the minimalistic restraints, Andrew relaxed his guard a bit before finally lifting his head up and looking my way.

"So, just how secure d'you actually want him?" he asked, speaking of the gurney-bound captive but addressing his question directly to me, as if acknowledging my authority in the matter.

I wasn't even given enough time to open my mouth and voice out a response that Hunter unexpectedly intervened by answering in my stead. "Secure. Very secure." the freakishly thick-armed star quarterback very plainly and assertively stated, before the noticeable surprise on Brody and my own face caused him to follow his statement up with a matter-of-factly explanation. "We're probably gonna wanna sleep in tomorrow. And I'd rather not have to worry about him slipping out of his restraints."

"Trust me, he's not getting out of those anytime soon." Andrew self-assuredly corrected, as he sat there with his sizeable arms and stupendously hairy ankles crossed.




The jumbo-soled gamer's calm tone and steady voice oozed certainty and perhaps even a fair amount of experience; alluding to the downright inescapable nature of Sammy's heavily cushioned ankle and wrist restraints.

I remember feeling a shiver run up my spine as I sat there; breathing through my mouth to avoid the eyewateringly poignant fumes wafting out of the handsome gamer's rotten footwear and eyeing the frighteningly formidable restraints keeping my stepbrother's wiry limbs in check. The gurney itself was quite menacing, but our serious host's choice of words and unassuming confidence made Sammy's plight appear that much more harrowing.

Though the restraints seemed necessary given the non-consensual nature of his captivity and his recent ill-fated attempt to escape, I honestly was more than a little thankful not to be in his place.


"It doesn't matter." Brody suddenly interjected. "I want the little fucker strapped down. I don't care if it takes an hour. I want him strapped down from fuckin' head to toe." came the brutish linebacker's grouchy-sounding response.

Andrew cast me a quick approval-seeking glance before finally squatting down atop Sammy's gurney-bound form and enlisting Hunter's help with the mind-boggling number of yet-to-be-used security restraints. As I said, this was only just the beginning.

I think Samy will remember this event for a very long time.

Sammy was quick to try and remove his gag with freed limbs, but Andrew was quicker. Now strapped down, least by his wrists and ankles, that's only the beginning. Plenty of more straps to go. Going to be a long night for the boy.

Interesting response from Brody wonder if Sammy is gonna be watched over by the linebacker rather than the quarterback?

Great chapter!!! I found it really interesting that Hunter was the one who spoke up about heavily securing Sammy. I’m excited for the next chapter!

bondagefreak wrote: 7 months ago "It doesn't matter." Brody suddenly interjected. "I want the little fucker strapped down. I don't care if it takes an hour. I want him strapped down from fuckin' head to toe." came the brutish linebacker's grouchy-sounding response.

Brody says what we're all thinking and it would seem such a shame not utilise all the features the gurney has on offer. I also loved Hunter's "Secure. Very secure."

Poor Sammy being the only one forced to breath through his nose in Andrew's stinking room. I love Mark's thoughts on keeping back from the action so Sammy has the full terrifying experience of being forcibly restrained by three complete strangers.

Still loving how disconnected Andrew is from the whole experience. He's just doing what needs to be done - how tightly would you like him restrained, sir!

I can imagine the level of stink that room must be for everyone to have such reactions, Sammy is in for a good one. I liked that he tried to make a run for it, added a little more movement and more areas to explore and play with... The description of Andrew "stupendously hairy ankles crossed" and his picture with his sexy perfect soles gave me an even bigger boner, sometimes I do wish to be Sammy.

Great chapter! keep up the good work, cant wait to see what else the team has in store.

Very great chapter!
I loved the quantity of restraints Sammy is having, plus the thought of this being “just the beginning” makes me wonder what’s coming next.
I’m a little disappointed that Mark is not taking part in the restraining of Sammy, but I totally understand his point of view and probably seeing Sammy so worried must have been very hot.
Good job bro

Thank goodness they gave Sammy the chance to shower and use the bathroom, since it looks like he'll be strapped down for far longer than even Mark was anticipating!

Brody seems so eager to have his victim restrained as tightly and securely as possible... Man, I love his attitude!

That story is becoming more and more incredible. I look forward to the rest of the description of Sammy’s confinement in the gurney…

Just a quick announcement to remind you guys that even though I don't always respond to each individual comment, I read every single one of them. The many elaborate responses pertaining to titled chapters and the arguments in favour of them have been very helpful. As such, I've decided to reinstate them for larger stories like this one, and titled all of the eighteen chapters that have been published so far. I believe you guys will find most of these titles quite fitting.

I've also taken the liberty of creating another Chapter Index, much like the one we have for BOUND & GAGGED. The link to the index can be found by clicking on the link leading to my list of stories, right on top of my banner. The Chapter Index is located at the bottom of the list and will continuously be updated as the story progresses. This should make rereading and finding specific scenes overall much easier. Big thanks for all your valuable input, guys.


LIST OF CHAPTERS TO DATE
CHAPTER 1 - CHAD'S BALLSY PROPOSAL
CHAPTER 2 - SNATCHED & SECURED
CHAPTER 3 - LOADING THE PASSENGER
CHAPTER 4 - BRODY'S LUCKY POUCH
CHAPTER 5 - OUT OF THE FRYING PAN
CHAPTER 6 - INTO THE FIRE
CHAPTER 7 - DOWN THE HATCH
CHAPTER 8 - HUNTER'S SPECIAL SOCKS
CHAPTER 9 - AN ACCIDENTAL SEEDING
CHAPTER 10 - THE MASK
CHAPTER 11 - CHAIN OF COMMAND
CHAPTER 12 - CAPTAIN'S PREROGATIVE
CHAPTER 13 - A MOUTHFUL OF HUNTER
CHAPTER 14 - CHANGING PLANS
CHAPTER 15 - MEETING ANDREW
CHAPTER 16 - OPERATION: APARTMENT SWAP
CHAPTER 17 - THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES
CHAPTER 18 - SECURING THE PRISONER

Thank you @bondagefreak for taking the time to create a chapter index! I was so excited when I saw that! The chapter names are fantastic and quite funny

I am an absolute sucker for chapter index. I abuse the hell out of the B&G one. Im excited to begin using this one. Thanks again!

Thank you for the chapter index Sir @bondagefreak Ive always been a fan of and highly used the B&G one now I can use this to go back to some of this stories highlight chapters

The brief verbal exchange that took place between Andrew and my teammates ended up being accompanied not by the sound of angry screaming or decipherable protests, but by the ever-present creaking of soft leather. Our jumbo-footed host watched rather nonchalantly as the gagged victim whose name he didn't even know struggled in vain to escape the heavily padded gurney's undefeatable restraints. If he was at all impressed by the showy display of resistance, he certainly didn't show it.


Sammy didn't immediately seem to pick up on the futility of his relentless efforts. He fought, squirmed and twisted; the padded gurney noisily creaking beneath him as he did so. Though his attempts to break free were quite spirited, no amount of struggling or fighting would end up proving at all worthwhile. The thickest, broadest and downright stickiest of velcro slabs prevented the accidental loosening of his restraints. But what rendered his efforts even more pointless was the fact that all four of his scrawny limbs were individually fastened down and kept apart from each other.

His hands and fingers flailed around rather wildly; grasping, clutching and desperately reaching out into thin air. His bare feet too wiggled; both of them safely kept apart and prevented from tampering with or even touching each other.

The addled teen kept raising his head up and looking down at the immensely frustrating restraints that so effortlessly kept his struggling limbs in check. His expression betrayed a mixture of confusion and desperation even as his disbelieving eyes watered over; courtesy of the overpowering stench wafting forth from our benevolent host's colossal soles and gargantuan trainers.




The sound of screeching velcro once again resonated across the musty bedroom and filled our ears as Andrew and his burly assistant - Hunter - got to work securing Sammy's already-incapacitated limbs into a redundant set of secondary restraints.

Thick, heavily padded velcro straps identical to the ones already latched around his wrists and ankles were summoned up and slowly fastened around the prisoner's legs, thighs, upper arms and forearms. The limb restraints hardly seemed necessary, especially seeing as how the gurney itself was equipped with an X-shaped chest harness, a head immobiliser and over a dozen very serious-looking security straps. But still, nobody cared.

Andrew took care of strapping in my stepbrother's legs and lower thighs while Hunter was placed in charge of securing the helpless dweeb's upper arms and forearms. Brody, meanwhile, was pretty much left to his own devices and basically had free reign to do as he pleased.


Being a decorated wrestler as well as our team's indisputable chief hazer, the tyrant-bully was something of a specialist when it came to forceful takedowns and physical restraining. Left without a clear mission, or more specifically, without a victim to be unleashed upon, Brody represented even more of a threat. I say this because now that those escape-proof limb restraints were being brought into play, the relevance and usefulness of my brutish teammate's over-the-top guard-dog tendencies were rapidly diminishing. In other words, a bored Brody was a dangerous Brody. For Sammy, this was especially bad news.




Even as the little guy lay there, getting his legs and upper arms slowly fastened into those terrifyingly effective institution-grade restraints, Brody couldn't help it. He couldn't stop himself from toying with his victim and couldn't stop himself from taunting, threatening and bullying what he obviously considered to be his favourite new plaything.

Now keep in mind, I've known Brody for quite a long time. I went to elementary school with him and also went to high school with him. He was an all-around intimidating fellow and was infamous for good reason, but bad manners and brutish character aside, he was fiercely loyal to his friends, he was always willing to help and he definitely had a big heart.

Brody was the type of guy you could always count on no matter what. Needed help? Just call Brody. He'd give you the shirt off his back if it meant helping you out. He was unsurprisingly also the only one who'd offered to take up the couch so that I could sleep in his bed after Chad had made it clear that I'd be staying over for the night.

With that being said, had Sammy been my actual blood-related brother and had we gotten along or at the very least known each other for a bit longer, I would've undoubtedly intervened on his behalf upon hearing some of Brody's threats and witnessing his more torturous antics. I knew he wouldn't actually hurt the little guy, but even so, his manner was definitely a little brutish. Perhaps unnecessarily so. It was to the point where even Chad would've reined him in a bit had he been in the room while all this was going on. That was saying much, especially seeing as how our team captain was something of a brute himself.



Sammy was suffocated, and not just for a few seconds. I mean for several minutes on end. Brody showed nary a concern for the fact that his victim's mouth was dutifully taped shut. He just sat there, taunting the little guy and intermittently pinching his nose shut with those giant bare hands and supremely beefy fingers of his. It didn't stop there, of course. Brody slapped Sammy's gagged face around again and again, sometimes playfully, sometimes harshly. He pressed his huge fingers into his prisoner's taped cheeks and then repeatedly covered the lad's face with those immensely fleshy bear paws he called palms.

I admittedly felt a little bad for the captive-runt, but still found myself sitting back and doing nothing whilst the brutish linebacker continued dishing out his unending torments and keeping the panicked dweeb fully absorbed and preoccupied.

It continued like that for a while, until Sammy at one point turned his head towards me and tried pleading through his gag, almost as if begging for me to intervene on his behalf.

"Mgggphh phhh gghmmph..." he whimpered, or rather, tried to. Brody was predictably incensed.

"Hey!" the angry leviathan immediately barked, his baritone voice quite literally booming across the stuffy abode before a pair of harsh, disciplinary smacks were administered to the left side of Sammy's face. "Don't look at him! Keep your eyes on me, boi!" he barked, driving his huge fingers into his victim's cheeks and forcing the terrified twink to stare up into his furious face.

Sammy eyed up the behemothic tyrant with a look of unmistakable dread. He let out a soft whimper as the sticky tape covering his lower face was roughly peeled off, but he was awarded no respite even as his mouth was freed. As soon as the tape was off, Brody crumpled it up, tossed it to the floor, grabbed the little guy's head by the hair and then plunged his other hand straight down into the gaping mouth of Andrew's left sneaker.




Seeing as how the pungent fumes escaping those things had my eyes squinting and watering over even from all the way across the bedroom, I couldn't even imagine the thoughts going through Sammy's mind as he watched Brody's huge hand reappear, this time with a crumpled-up ball made up of the goliath-gamer's feverishly putrid stinkbombs between his beefy fingers.

"ONE fuckin' unauthorised peep from that pretty little mouth of yours and I SWEAR these rotten fucks are going straight in. Is that fuckin' clear, boi?" Brody growled, holding the puke-inducing ball of mush directly in front of his prisoner's face, no doubt as a means of further cementing the panicked lad's compliance.

Sammy vigourously nodded his head yes, signifying he understood, but the brawny behemoth still wasn't satisfied. He glared down at the runt; his angry face locked into a perpetual frown as he lowered the fuming wad of socks down and slowly engulfed the entirety of Sammy's nose within it.

"Sniff!" came the sound of his very grim-sounding verbal command, something which understandably prompted a brief moment of fear-induced hesitation before finally, the telltale sound of rushing air greeted our ears.


Part of me was curious as to whether or not our jumbo-footed host would approve of his dreadfully reeking ankle socks being weaponised in such a fashion. Disappointingly enough, the hairy-legged gamer remained oblivious to most of Brody's antics. Even as the gurney-bound victim was being threatened, tortured and smothered into oblivion, the aspiring paramedic remained completely absorbed by his work and fully engrossed in his duties. The securing of those incredibly noisy velcro-covered restraints went on unabated, as did the gurney-themed discussion taking place between our host and his burly assistant.




Poor Sammy immediately went cross-eyed and broke down into an uncontrollable fit upon flaring his nostrils and getting that first whiff of Andrew's infernally reeking stinkbombs. He coughed, gagged and convulsed in his restraints; unwittingly giving his more oblivious captors reason to tighten his bonds and redouble their efforts.

For a moment there, I genuinely thought Brody would shove Andrew's raunchy old socks right in. I mean, he had, just a brief moment ago, menacingly warned my stepbrother against any unauthorised outbursts. Surprisingly enough, and luckily for Sammy, that's not what actually ended up happening.

"Yeah, fuckin' choke on his bombs. Like the smell? No? Want another whiff?" the brute taunted, instantly causing the still panicking and very much teary-eyed captive to clamp his mouth shut and shake his head no. "Then keep that little piehole o' yours shut. You speak without being told to and I'll shove these rotten fucks right in." he threatened, menacingly hovering the diseased ball of puke-inducing fabric atop the petrified twink's cross-eyed face.


Confident that he'd gotten his point across, the beefy linebacker tossed the sweltering socks back down to the floor, right next to the offensive-smelling shoe from whence they'd been fished out. He gave his own hand an unabashedly disdainful whiff before crinkling his nose up and frantically wiping his palm and fingers across the sweatpants that hugged his thighs.

Brody spent the next several minutes debriefing his prisoner; flexing his massive biceps directly on top of Sammy's comparatively puny face, smothering the lad with them, getting them kissed and even getting his cavernous pits sniffed.

"Yeah, that's right. Get your pretty little face in there. Yeah, there we go. Fuckin' sniff them hairy pits. Yeaaah. Fuck yeah." he purred, proudly flexing his huge arm muscles and puffing his powerful chest up.

"You coming to college next year, boi? Yeah? You fuckin' better. You know how it's gonna go down, right? You're gonna be fuckin' mine, boi. I'm gonna take you as my personal bitch. Yeaaah, that's right. Keep sniffing!" he went on, his tone dripping with condescension and his words leaving virtually no room for doubt as to his plans for the little guy.

"Let's make one thing really clear, boi. You're gonna report to me on your first day here. If you don't, I'm gonna fuckin' track your little ass down and I'm gonna fuckin' come after you. Got it?" he asked, flexing his huge bicep on top of Sammy's face and causing my stepbrother to gulp down and fearfully nod his head yes.

"Answer me!"

"Yephh pphhr." was the only thing poor Sammy managed to get out after just barely managing to worm his nose and eyes out from beneath the hairy pit and enormous bicep that so completely dwarfed his face.

"Good. Now open your little faggot mouth." Brody authoritatively ordered, instantly causing the twink to nervously comply.

Poor Sammy was powerless to do anything as the freakishly muscular brute lowered his face down, cleared his throat, and spat a big gob of saliva directly into the gaping orifice that was his mouth. Three more gobs of spit were fired into his mouth before a pair of semi-playful slaps landed across his face and the order to swallow was given. The little guy instantly obeyed, swallowing the four lumps of viscous saliva he'd been fed and verbally expressing gratitude as per Brody's own instructions.


Unfortunately for Sammy, his troubles were far from over. The obnoxiously loud screeching of velcro that resulted from Hunter's repeated attempts at undoing and redoing the limb restraints - presumably to make them tighter and more secure - ended up attracting some added attention. Namely, from the nearby living room's occupants.




"What the fuck! You guys should've told us you were ready to get him strapped down. I didn't even know you'd started!" captain Chad scoldingly rebuked, as he excitedly entered the smelly abode and made his desire to help out known.

Matt barged in as well, but no verbal rebuke or professed willingness to be of assistance came. The statuesque blond jock confidently strutted in; taking position behind the squatting orderlies and looming tall above the gurney-bound prisoner.

"Hey, look!" the amused stud suddenly laughed, pointing a finger down at my stepbrother's defenceless form. Or more precisely, at my stepbrother's boxer-shorts-clad lower midsection. "The little guy's popping a boner!"

Oh boy, what an amazing chapter! Brody's attitude towards Sammy is getting better and better, I absolutely loved the armpit sniffing! And what a great ending; who would have thought that our protagonist would actually like being trated this way??

Okay… I’m in love with Brody… someone help me- I’m in love with his domination and teasing

ChairBoy wrote: 6 months ago Okay… I’m in love with Brody… someone help me- I’m in love with his domination and teasing

yeah seriously, I really want to be bullied by him at university, I'm sure that as a child or just a teenager he must have been infernally rowdy, the kind of guy who makes you stupid bets in the middle of a video game game and forces you to keep your bet.

Bravo to bondagefreak who managed to make me like two other characters at the same level as Shawns.

and bravo too, for this very captivating chapter

Damn Brody went all out in this chapter! He is such a fun character and im so excited to see more of him. The pit worship so was so hot! I was excited you included that scene, I loved it.

I can’t wait to see what Matt and Chad add to the mix now that they showed up. Personally with Sammy mouth ungagged, it’s a perfect time to sit on face but that’s just me

No matter where you take this story, I know it will be great! Keep up the fantastic work!

Brody's such a loose cannon, I love it He acts in a way that is so domineering, I have to wonder if he's seen/read online gay dom/sub stuff. Flexing on him? Spitting in his mouth? Forcing him to sniff his pits? Saying he'll make him his bitch if he goes to his uni? Like, wow.

Poor Sammy though, boners can have a habit of popping at the worst possible times. Think it's gonna get much harder for him from here on out Wonder how Brody will react.

i just realized, but technically Hunter wasn't declared his master yet? after the cum socks? let's not forget what he was forced to say right after "Thank you, Master Hunter, for granting me the privilege of sucking your delicious cum socks.", i know it's light but there is some logic to Hunter possibly fighting for Sammy's ownership with Brody

OrdinaryWorld wrote: 6 months ago Brody's such a loose cannon, I love it He acts in a way that is so domineering, I have to wonder if he's seen/read online gay dom/sub stuff. Flexing on him? Spitting in his mouth? Forcing him to sniff his pits? Saying he'll make him his bitch if he goes to his uni? Like, wow.

Hey buddy-boi. I understand where you're coming from and I sorta get the connection your mind is trying to make. However, with that being said, I think it would be a stretch to pin Brody's over-the-top behaviour on sexual orientation. Since the dawn of time, men have long sought to dominate and subjugate one another; sometimes physically, other times mentally and/or fiscally.

Not to dampen the mood, but Brody's brutism and coarseness isn't so dissimilar to the abuse and powerplay that goes on in many prisons and correctional facilities. In any case, you'd be surprised at just how homo-erotic straight men can get when horsing around.

sock slave boy wrote: 6 months ago Bravo to bondagefreak who managed to make me like two other characters at the same level as Shawns.

Thanks, boi. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
I know you have a thing for Brody, but who's this other guy you claim to like as much as Shawn?