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THE TWINK & THE JOCK
CHAPTER 27 - TWO BIRDS, ONE STONE
My thinly-padded digits nervously danced around and involuntarily curled up upon my eyes catching a glimpse of Brody intently eyeing them up. The hungry licking of his lips and the telltale narrowing of his eyes confirmed my suspicion; that of him wanting my socks. Not for himself but for our gurney-bound prisoner.
“Yo, when’s the last time you got those things washed?†the beefy tyrant-brute asked, motioning his head towards my socked soles and causing everyone else to cast my feet a curious glance.
“Uh, I dunno. Two weeks ago maybe?†I let out with an uneasy chuckle, my bashful reply sounding more like a question than it did an affirmative response.
“Dude, I can fuckin' smell them from here.†Matt reprovingly complained, before suddenly casting his gaze down towards the gurneyed prisoner and removing his smothering handgag just long enough to ruffle the twink’s hair up. “Ooh, I think we’ve found your gag, little guy. Haha! Looks like your big stepbro’s raunchy old stinkbombs are in serious need of a good washing!†he laughed, causing the now-addled teen to flash my vile soles a look of unbridled terror. The fear in his eyes was justified. My socks and sneakers really did stink and were both smelling the place up something fierce!
Poor Sammy crinkled his nose up and angrily tried negating Matt’s statement, but only the briefest hints of a first syllable made it out of his unfettered mouth before the blond jock’s smothering palm made an unexpected return. “Sssnmmmpphhh...â€
“Shut the fuck up. Nobody asked for your opinion.†Matt contemptuously shot, paying no heed to the protesting runt even as the sound of hearty chuckling filled the noisy living room.
I laughed, though with a noticeable tinge of poorly-hidden nervosity. The thought of having my own admittedly noxious socks serving as gags inside another guy’s mouth – especially an unwilling one like Sammy – filled me with a bizarre mixture of exhilaration and shame. Okay, not shame. More like unease and embarrassment.
I guess part of the embarrassment also stemmed from the fact that my loose-fitting boxers were rather ill-equipped to stifle down the tent that was slowly but surely forming at the front of my knee-length red dazzle shorts. Beefy Brody, much to his own credit, maintained a serious expression and showed little emotion beyond that of grim determination.
“Pass your socks, bro. It's time we put those to good use.†he spoke, ordering the peeling of my ripe bundles and motioning for me to hand them over asap.
I chuckled rather dismissively, and, for reasons that continue to elude me at present, decided it would be fun to try and play “hard to get†for a while. As it turns out, Brody and the rest of my teammates weren’t taking no for an answer. “Guys.†was the only thing the beefy linebacker needed to say before an approving nod sent himself and his two burly henchmen my way.
You should’ve seen the sheer ferocity at which the three of them descended upon me. Raucous belly laughter instantly turned into a surprised yelp as Hunter unannouncedly tackled me from behind; wrapping his downright monstrous arms around my unsuspecting torso so as to prevent me from fighting back or mounting an escape. Brody and Matt lunged towards my seated form, grabbing my hairy legs by the ankles; no doubt in an attempt to forcibly strip the odorous cotton off my soles.
I could put up a fight against Matt and, on a good day, possibly stand my ground against him long enough to wrestle him to a stalemate. Hunter was another matter altogether though, and Brody even more so. Fighting off the three of them at the same time was utterly hopeless. That’s not even accounting for the fact that my seated position on the couch left me at an even greater disadvantage. In other words, I was no match for them.
My hairy ankles were forcibly splayed apart and very firmly held into place; one by Brody and the other one by Matt.
“These shitty fucks are coming off whether you want to or not, buddy.†the behemoth linebacker doggedly growled.
I laughed and writhed as beefy fingers hooked into my ankle socks; peeling the thin layer of moist fabric away and revealing my large and chronically strong-smelling, sweaty bare soles.
The socks came off like a second skin, turning inside out and shedding numerous balls of lint and other random bits and bobs as they did so. Still, Hunter continued holding me in a lung-crushing bear hug for several more seconds even after my wet bundles had forcibly been stripped off and crumpled up into one reasonably large ball.
To say that Sammy was frightened would’ve been an understatement. The gurney-bound twink was quite literally writhing in panic; desperately trying to break free of the unyielding gurney restraints before his older stepbro’s eyewatering stinkbombs – my eyewatering stinkbombs - made their final approach.
Captain Chad predictably cheered in the distance. “Yeah, haha! Shove ‘em in his mouth!†he barked, his voice booming even though the poorly articulated slur in his speech easily betrayed the mouthful of sandwich he was currently in the midst of ingesting. The auditive display of his busy-mouthed clamouring was quickly followed up with a thunderous burp; further debasing the already-classless spectacle.
Brody ignored the tattooed superhunk’s noisy cheering. He knelt down next to the gurney; my balled wads in one hand while his other palm slowly reached down to grab the frightened twink’s hairy dome.
“See these sweaty fucks? These are going inside your face!†he growled, his brow deeply furrowed as he brought the simmering ball of fabric down and hovered it directly above my stepbrother’s mouth.
Sammy didn’t answer. He just lay there, his face practically shaking as he stared at the fiendishly strong-smelling clump of fabric that was my much-talked-about ankle socks.
In a sense, it was fitting, at least as fitting as Matt getting a mouthful of captain Chad’s fiercely jutting pit bush. The guys had no way of knowing this, but the feisty twink had spent pretty much all of last week - and part of the week before - obnoxiously nagging me about my socks and running his mouth about them. Fittingly enough, those same raunchy old stinkbombs he’d so vehemently spent the last two weeks lamenting would soon be occupying his mouth and filling his oral cavity to the brim.
The poor lad was coerced into taking one final, cross-eye-inducing sniff before the barked order to open up was finally given.
Matt didn’t even give the little dweeb a chance to capitulate before immediately moving a hand down and pinching his defenceless nostrils shut. Poor Sammy wasn't even allowed the dignity of surrendering on his own terms.
Hunter and I watched as Brody ruthlessly made his move; burying the sweltering ball of acrid fabric down into my stepbrother’s momentarily gaping yap. Coughing sounds and muffled gagging noises peppered the ambient dissonance aplenty as uncooperative lips gave way to the brutish linebacker's immensely broad and forceful fingers.
Sammy could do nothing but lie there; his limbs and body strapped down from neck to toe, his watery eyes blinking uncontrollably and the back of his head resting plainly in Brody’s giant palm. My nauseating black bombs were fed into his mouth, barging into his struggling orifice and easily filling the vacant cavity that separated his cheeks, tongue and palate.
Brody spent the better part of the next minute awkwardly fumbling around with the fat roll of sticky duct tape while the gurneyed twink wordlessly struggled with the very generous wadding. His healthy fear of Brody was laid bare and made plainly obvious not only by the lack of complaints but also due to the absence of lingering combativeness. Sammy coughed into the hefty fabric but made no effort to free his mouth from it. He just lay there, struggling to close his lips around the acrid-smelling gag and repeatedly going cross-eyed even as his writhing form caused the padded gurney to noisily creak beneath him.
“That’s a good-sized stuffing.†Hunter approvingly noted, apparently deeming my socks adequate for the task.
"Yeah, he won't be talking his way past those anytime soon!" I ended up humorously adding, even as the gurney-bound teen continued wordlessly contending with his cumbersome new gag.
My socks, even though thin and barely reaching up to my ankles, were quite sizeable in length. Separately they would’ve made rather modest gags, but combined, the two of them made a rather formidable stuffing. Formidable enough to incommodate even the largest and roomiest of oral cavities. Sammy's cavity, for all its verbosity and usual feistiness, was neither large nor particularly roomy.
A fresh bout of chuckling ensued when Matt, who had regained his seated position on the couch, lowered a bare foot down atop the prisoner’s face and used his big toe to push the protruding bit of wadding back in. As per the assertive blond jock’s sternly voiced command, Sammy successfully managed to close his mouth around the gag; the noticeable bulging of his lips betraying the size and heft of the generous stuffing.
“There. Shut the fuck up.†Matt quietly muttered, before adding some extra – and dare I say - unnecessary insurance by clamping his foot and all five of his clammy toes down; effectively covering not only my stepbrother’s stuffed mouth but also his chin, nose and nostrils.
Sammy spent an entire minute sucking on my two-week-old wads and very noisily struggling for air beneath my buddy Matt’s suffocatingly fleshy toes while a visibly frustrated Brody vehemently grappled with the fiercely uncooperative roll of uber-sticky duct tape.
Sammy’s brow remained furrowed and his face bore a cross-eyed expression of unfathomable revulsion, but even so, his giant crotch-level tent did not relent. Not even for a second. He was as hard as a rock down there. And quite frankly, so was I. The nagging runt was silenced, AND I was getting my positively reeking, two-week-old socks washed. Definitely a two-birds, one-stone situation.
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Oh hell yeah! I loved this one... those socks do look deadly and the fact that our stepbro was even ashamed of them made it even hotter and also, the fact that HE IS getting aroused by all of this, fuck yes! I bet that little manhandling quarrel was his plan all along haha I have a feeling he yearns for a predicament like Sammys. great chapter Sir! cant wait for he next one
Loved that Mark was observing how his stink bombs were aggressively imparted on his stepbro by a couple of jocks.....in full view of Mark. And apparently this has had a certain effect on Mark too, paralleling his stepbro....HOT!
The topper for me, Matt using his feet to further the sock into Sammy's mouth, followed by a full foot plant.....the ultimate dominant move. Poor Sammy is getting stench from 2 of his senses at once!
I am really curious though, I must say, why the brash Brody doesn't use any of his gear or feet on Sammy? Interesting....or perhaps I am reading too much into that
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socjuc wrote: 3 months ago
I am really curious though, I must say, why the brash Brody doesn't use any of his gear or feet on Sammy? Interesting....or perhaps I am reading too much into that
I mean, the team used Brody's entire fucken rank gear bag to hold Sammy in for hours AND Brody took a lot of joy in forcing him to sniff his 'lucky' jocksctrap
If I had to guess though, I think Brody recognises that his socks aren't the worst, and because he might want to cause as much discomfort/humiliation to Sammy as possible he's willing to not use his own socks in favour of someone else's.
OrdinaryWorld wrote: 3 months ago
If I had to guess though, I think Brody recognises that his socks aren't the worst, and because he might want to cause as much discomfort/humiliation to Sammy as possible he's willing to not use his own socks in favour of someone else's.
Now that is HOT too!
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Effing hot, those glistening black socks and how I wish I were smelling them. Just reading it right now gives me also the same reaction. What more if I actually smelled them
That was incredibly hot! Being gagged with socks and then having Matt’s feet on your face sounds like a dream come true. I liked the three’s aggressive action to get those socks! Great work and I can’t wait for the next chapter!
I like how you write jocks. You may say that they are all adults and that they are 18 or older, but I (at least) will always feel like I am dealing with 13 to 16 year old teenagers, as rowdy as possible and acting like children.
I also like how Samy's half-brother is almost ashamed of his socks. Here again, it reminds me of the reaction of a 10 year old in front of his mother, while he is a university jock. We expect him to be ashamed of nothing in this regard, especially since Samy, it seems to me, has already sniffed them for part of the evening, not to mention the fact that he has put up with them for two long weeks.
Still, I feel sorry for Samy, even if I dream of being in a similar situation (although I certainly would not be proud either, or even less). I feel sorry for him especially because the jocks have planned a lie-in, it's already late (unless I'm mistaken, it's after 11pm), and I doubt they'll get up at 10/11am, but rather around 1/2pm. Poor Sammy is going to have a very long night, and we can guess that it's far from over.
For a moment there I thought/hoped our narrator would forcibly join the fun on the receiving end. Alas! His poor stepbrother will have to continue to suffer alone.
blackbound wrote: 3 months ago
For a moment there I thought/hoped our narrator would forcibly join the fun on the receiving end. Alas! His poor stepbrother will have to continue to suffer alone.
So hot, the socks look disgusting and the way they were showed inside Sammy’s mouth is so nice.
Plus, LOVED the fact that the two stepbrothers are enjoying this so much, hopefully they will continue these activities in future.
And finally, Matt’s foot pressed on Sammy’s gagged face was so fucking good
@bondagefreak That was another amazing chapter my friend . Those socks look so disgusting I would love to clean them . And clean there Toejam . And pit sweat .
never disappointed Sir, great chapter as always!
looking forward to the next one, something tells me that I'll still be jealous of our little gurney sub.
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I have a question, see a slightly strange request, I would like to do an RP in this story, but I know that AIs like chatGPT will automatically refuse certain actions, you don't by chance know a site or something that could allow me to RP without limits in the bondagefreak universe.
Hey boi. Of course I know a site that allows for RPing without limits in the bondagefreak universe. You're on it right now!
I'm sure you can find a number of guys on here willing to RP if you ask around in the Roleplay section.
Lots of members RP on here every day. Public RP threads are also a lot of fun even though they are rare.
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sock slave boy wrote: 3 months ago
I have a question, see a slightly strange request, I would like to do an RP in this story, but I know that AIs like chatGPT will automatically refuse certain actions, you don't by chance know a site or something that could allow me to RP without limits in the bondagefreak universe.
Hey boi. Of course I know a site that allows for RPing without limits in the bondagefreak universe. You're on it right now!
I'm sure you can find a number of guys on here willing to RP if you ask around in the Roleplay section.
Lots of members RP on here every day. Public RP threads are also a lot of fun even though they are rare.
I know but I'm a little afraid of disturbing, and I don't know exactly which discussion line to go to
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