THE TWINK & THE JOCK (M+/M) *NEW CHAPTER MAY 31*

[bondagefreak]

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER, GUYS.
SPECIAL THANKS FOR THE STEADFAST SUPPORT!

@Blue Ice @OrdinaryWorld @Mummybag @GoBucks @Socksbound @blackbound @Ossassin @Pup Wingletang @4toes @sock slave boy @squirrel @Red86 @socjuc @gag1195 @noarmgr @Wedgieboy69 @ChairBoy @sami200456boyfriend @Tsuhaya @Pup @vincenzotognolo22 @Paris_bondage @Ropelover98 @LittleGagged13 @harveygasson @Lovethemsocks @jammer212 @thespy @Msueta@2 @Stormee @CrownedLoy76 @Footsub123 @Bradstick @gaggedgent @Kishi @Sneakerlover1079 @Subboi @Footsub @Eros95 @Calmbird144 @pagehorton470 @Hornysub @ShadowHusky @Snozzberry

[bondagefreak]

CHAPTER INDEX
A "CLICK-TO-READ" LIST OF CHAPTERS DESIGNED TO MAKE FINDING SPECIFIC SCENES A LOT EASIER

AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE

THE TWINK & THE JOCK

CHAPTER 28 - THE FULL TREATMENT

The TV’s sports-themed commentary and the sound of our unending cackles were instantly drowned out when Brody’s fiercely sticky duct tape suddenly roared to life and dominated the ambient cacophony.

The brawny linebacker’s overdeveloped arm muscles bulged as he unleashed the angry adhesive and began slowly wrapping it taut around the gurneyed prisoner’s head and lower face. The ominous sound of Brody's indecipherable muttering betrayed a sense of unjustified frustration; a frustration which seemed to match the angry growling of his uber-sticky duct tape.

“Yeah, seal his little face shut.” Matt chimed in, even as Chad clamoured in the distance and raucously cheered on.

No less than five arduously spun revolutions were wrapped around Sammy’s face before the unyielding duct tape was halted and severed. I thought Brody was done, but much to my impending surprise, the deafening roar of tape filled our ears anew.


Hunter, Matt and I looked on with a mixture of amusement and stupor as our behemothic companion slapped the adhesive down on top of the gagged twink’s hairy dome and dragged it under his chin and back up over his head again. We’d all seen this done at least a handful of times before, but these over-the-top measures were usually reserved for the more combative jocks and higher-profile targets.

Standing at a measly 5ft7 and clocking in somewhere just shy of 140 pounds, the runt was neither a menace nor a high-profile target. Even had he not been strapped from the neck down, the potential resistance Sammy could’ve offered would – by our standards – have been deemed laughable at best.

Still, Brody didn’t care. He gave Sammy the full treatment, treating him in the same manner as he would a high-profile jock and going out of his way to instil genuine fear in the lad.


One might’ve actually mistaken Brody’s intimidating façade and overbearing display of dominance as some sort of genuine loathing had it not been for the small yet noticeable things that kept creeping up. Small yet noticeable things such as the surprisingly careful manner in which he handled Sammy’s slim frame, the prompt fetching of water to relieve the little guy's parched throat, and his professed interest in claiming the runt as some sort of future college wifey.

I knew Brody well enough to see through his current bravado. He was going all out on Sammy, but beneath that fiercely daunting veneer, the brute was all bark and no bite. As for whether or not being the target of Brody’s newfound interest was a good or bad thing for the scrawny dweeb, that had yet to be determined. I'll let you guys be the judge of that.





So yeah, as I was saying, Sammy was given the full treatment. A full orbit was spun around his head, from the underside of his chin all the way up across the top of his hairy dome, before a second even more tautly-applied one followed suit...and then a third and a fourth one after that.

Matt’s approval remained somewhat unwavering until that third pass, by which time his vocal support had dwindled to the point of him almost recusing himself just as Hunter had a few seconds prior.

"Aw, bro. C'mon man, that's too fuckin' harsh..." the blond jock reluctantly deplored.

Stony-faced Brody paid his two somewhat more merciful colleagues little heed even as they cooled in their support and timidly decried the unwarranted excessiveness. A fourth and a fifth orbit was spun around the prisoner’s heavily tapegagged head before the screeching adhesive was finally severed and dismissively tossed to the floor.


Beefy hands smoothed the tape down before a pair of equally beefy fingers took position beneath Sammy’s nostrils; clogging the runt’s nasal passageways, no doubt as a means of testing out the new gag’s effectiveness. Suffice it to say, Brody’s tapejob was virtually flawless. The airtight nature of the adhesive seal was made amply evident, not only by the gurneyed twink’s desperate writhing but also by his continued inability to draw breath.

Something else made blatantly evident by the repeated clogging of Sammy’s nostrils was the gag’s indisputable effectiveness. The ripe wadding made up of my very own vinegary-scented stinkbombs was performing admirably; drowning out even the most vehement of screams and rendering my stepbrother's protests practically inaudible. A more effective gag I had rarely seen.


As reluctant as we all were to vocally support the full-fledged treatment that was Brody’s excessive tapejob, a plausive bout of satisfied chuckling promptly made it out of our smirking mouths as we watched – and heard – Sammy’s doomed attempts at communicating past the generous wadding.

Brody nevertheless continued his assault; keeping the dweeb’s head comfortably nestled into his meaty palm even whilst repeatedly bringing his other hand down, if only to clog the gurneyed twink’s defenceless nostrils up. It continued like that for well over a minute before the brute was satisfied and his ward was fully and utterly broken. Broken in spirit that is.

The burly leviathan then unannouncedly got up and marched over to his own bedroom, but not before preventatively strapping Sammy’s dome back down into the padded head immobiliser - albeit only partially, possibly hinting at something more to come.



The subdued chuckling continued unabated during most of Brody’s absence. Some of it was fuelled by Hunter, who had apparently grown emboldened enough to lower a hand down and tentatively dig his large fingers into Sam’s inner thighs; something which caused the noticeable bobbing of my scrawny stepbrother’s furious boner-tent.

I followed my hulking buddy’s lead, scooted forward in my seat and began fooling with Sammy’s exposed stomach, navel and nipples. It was all great fun, but Matt's antics unarguably drew the most cheers when he picked one of Brody’s discarded shoes up and planted its derangingly rotten maw down, directly atop the struggling twink’s immobilised face.




You should’ve heard the garbled protests being screamed into my muffling wads and you should’ve seen the cross-eyed expression on Sammy’s face after that first initial whiff.

The little guy screamed and convulsed in his restraints, but the head immobiliser prevented him from moving his face away and the airtight tapejob left his defenceless nostrils wide open to attack. In other words, he had no choice but to sniff up the downright putrid chasm of Brody’s beat-up skate shoe. And sniff it he did.

*sniff*
"Uuggph!"
*sniff* *sniff*
"Mmggm mmhh! Phmph!"


Matt, Hunter and I all chuckled as numerous whiffs were drawn, but Sammy’s understandably spirited attempts at breaking free of his bonds failed to garner much sympathy and only incited the cocky blond jock to press on with his attack.

His own heavy hightops didn’t fail to garner a symphony of garbled protests, but an even more desperate-sounding orchestra of screams and laments was let out when the brazen cocksure stud swapped his own stinking trainer for one of my infamously strong-smelling ones.

My jet black Nike Tns – though clean-looking in large part due to their colour - reeked like the dickens, betraying not only several years of overuse but also my admittedly powerful and sometimes problematic foot odour. The air spilling out of their maws reeked of vinegar and eggs; enough to stink a room up whenever I kicked them off and enough to drive my stepbrother – and his mum – crazy whenever I happened to do so outside of my own bedroom. Yeah, they really were quite bad.




Short unrelated parentheses; I didn’t actually antagonise them on purpose. You see, Sammy and his mum were recent additions to my life, and prior to them moving in with us a few months ago, I’d always lived alone with my dad. I mean, dad was hardly a slob. He showered twice a day – once before work and once after work – but as is the case with most men, sock-changing habits were never his forté. He made an effort to be a bit classy whenever his girlfriend was around, but as soon as she left the house, he was back to his usual self; showing nary a hint of self-restraint whenever the urge to let out some gas – be it by burping or farting – made itself manifest.

As such, I wasn’t exactly used to being nagged about my socks or having to put up with vehement complaints about my footwear. Dad might have told me to put my socks in the bin once or twice over the course of the last handful of years, but other than that, the nagging was simply foreign to me. Just thought I’d point that out.



Anyways, poor Sammy predictably went stark crazy upon coming face to face with my eyewateringly acrid trainer. He screamed, or at the very least tried to – the hefty ball of moist fabric which had only minutes ago been forcibly peeled off my sweaty feet easily rendering his panicked protests mute. Still, the virulent coughing and the cross-eyed expression of deep revulsion on his face left little doubt as to the overpowering potency of the offensive fumes greeting his helpless nostrils.

*sniff*
"Gmmmpph!" *cough* *cough*
*sniff* *sniff*
"Mmgg ppghhh!" *cough* *cough* *cough*


A jolt of energy immediately shot up the base of my inexplicably rigid boner when Matt unexpectedly brought my shoe up to his own face and gave the thing a tentative whiff, almost as if wanting to see whether Sammy’s crazed struggling was warranted or not. The blond jock’s reaction did not disappoint. He curled his nose up and let out a disgusted grunt before vengefully bringing the shoe back down and clamping its maw atop Sam’s still-coughing face.


I had just about worked up to courage to reach down for one of Hunter’s trainers when our hulking team captain showed up to grace the gurneyed twink with one of his own signature moves.




Holding a bowl of cereal in one hand and a spoon in the other, the behemothic leviathan strutted into the bustling living room, clad in nothing but his raunchy tube socks and a pair of jumbo-pouched undies that left little to the imagination. The tattooed superhunk provided no explanation. He simply walked up to the gurney, squatted his positively colossal bums down, and then delivered his atomic payload...right onto Sammy’s face.

*PRRRRRRRRT*

As you can imagine, the room immediately broke down into a veritable dissonance of cackles. Captain Chad wordlessly rose up, took in another spoonful of his milk & cereal and then slowly strutted back to the kitchen; showing absolutely zero hint of remorse even as poor Sammy dealt with the deadly afterfall.


But yeah, with the hour having reached well past midnight and our captain strutting around the place in only his tight-fitting underwear - which I presumed was his usual bedtime attire - everything pointed towards an imminent end to the festivities. Of course, that was before a devilishly smiling Brody emerged from his bedroom carrying one of the freakish gas masks he and the team had worn at last year’s Halloween party.

Whatever it was he had in mind, poor Sammy was not gonna like it. That much was obvious.

INTERESTED IN THIS STORY? WANT A FOLLOW-UP CHAPTER?
LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS!
IF YOU'RE NOT YET REGISTERED, TAKE A MINUTE TO SIGN UP AND JOIN THIS AWESOME COMMUNITY!

[Socksbound]

The tape was worth the wait. Once Brody finished fumbling with the end that is. His overkill is great and our narrator points out some good points about his attentiveness.

The sneaker torture and chads fart would have been a great sight to witness. The tattooed hunk strutting round in his underwear too

You have my full attention for the next part with the gas mask coming out

Amazing as always Sir @bondagefreak

[vincenzotognolo22]

Amazing job bro, as always

[GoBucks]

This just gets better and better every chapter.

I love how invested Brody is with restraining Sammy. He really is laying claim should Sammy end up there for college.

And of course love the farts

Gas mask time!!

[4toes]

Those black socks are soooo hot. Rare seeing them but it is aleays a treat when I see one. Loved the background on Mark's problematic foot odor. Really hot chapter. As always, you're amazing sir @bondagefreak

[thespy]

Yet another great chapter!

He is getting the full stink treatment.

[Red86]

I'm convinced they are trying to either knock Sammy out with the smell or kill him. Not sure which yet

[Hornysub]

Hello there Sirs and subs,
Thank you so much Sir for an amazing chapter!!
Really really enjoyed this one, the perfect gag (kind of jealous) and the shoes and then, icing on the cake, the face fart (even more jealous) and add a little bit of nonchalance, you get an amazing chapter!
I'm loving this story every chapter a little more, and then the cliffhanger!! omg, a gas mask, I feel like it's Christmas, you have strict bondage, strict and tasty gag and smell therapy with shoes and farts, and now a gas mask?? how can this get even better?!
really looking forward to the next one as always but this time maybe a little more...
regards,

[socjuc]

Well... F-I-N-A-L-L-Y Brody's shoes are planted on Sammy, and by Matt of all people....(something I really enjoy reading about in stories....HOT!) followed by his step bros trainers.... and then I loved how Matt sampled the trainer too...

Another awesome part...the testing of how tight the taping was by plugging poor Sammy's nose up!

So Brody is back with a gas mask, and didn't see what transpired.....i am hoping he kind of repeats some of the torture with his new equipment

@bondagefreak such a great chapter to read. Thanks!! Eager to read the upcoming antics.

[OrdinaryWorld]

God, Brody bringing out the gas mask is exciting. I'm liking where this is going!

[gag1195]

It seems Andrew's warnings to be careful were in one ear and out the other! The olfactory assault and now the gas masks???

[ChairBoy]

Gas masks after a deadly fart is never a good sign!

[Bradstick]

Another fantastic chapter! I love the dynamic between Brody and Sammy. The all bark no bit comment added a lot to their relationship. I am excited to see what kind of dynamic these two develop.

I am also ecstatic to see what they planned for the that gas mask. Chad fart while eating cereal was hot as hell, maybe his booty will play a role? Could you imagine a fart contest with Sammy reaction determining who won!

[Tsuhaya]

Looks like Sammy still has a few more hours of torture ahead. Our protagonist is really getting the full treatment. I loved seeing Mark's socks being used as a gag—maybe not so great from Sammy's perspective. Chad's fart was the cherry on top for me.

Great chapters! Can't wait to see what Brody has in store for Sammy.

[Pup Wingletang]

I bet Sammy's wishing he'd been able to deal with that plug gag now - at least then one of his sense would have been free from the jock domination.

Always fun when the gas masks come out - I don't think Sammy's going to have any fresh air tonight but at least he'll sleep tight...ly bound to Andrew's gurney.

[Stormee]

Poor Sammy, getting the treatment of a gag reserved for those who are highly valuable. But it keeps him quiet for their amusement. And now it gets more intense when the gas mask is coming for him. This will make it more fun for Brody and the others.

[socjuc]

Does anyone else wonder what Sammy's reaction would be if Hunter's socks or jock or sneakers would be used on Sammy, either by Brody applying or by Hunter himself.....?

.... just what would be Sammy's reaction? Anyone?

[ShadowHusky]

I always love these shoe smothering scenes! And seeing Matt realize how bad Mark's shoe was and still shoving it on poor Sammy's face was hot~
But mainly... Poor Sammy after that Chad-bomb. His face got BAKED

Short unrelated parentheses; I didn’t actually antagonise them on purpose. You see, Sammy and his mum were recent additions to my life, and prior to them moving in with us a few months ago, I’d always lived alone with my dad. I mean, dad was hardly a slob. He showered twice a day – once before work and once after work – but as is the case with most men, sock-changing habits were never his forté. He made an effort to be a bit classy whenever his girlfriend was around, but as soon as she left the house, he was back to his usual self; showing nary a hint of self-restraint whenever the urge to let out some gas – be it by burping or farting – made itself manifest.

As such, I wasn’t exactly used to being nagged about my socks or having to put up with vehement complaints about my footwear. Dad might have told me to put my socks in the bin once or twice over the course of the last handful of years, but other than that, the nagging was simply foreign to me. Just thought I’d point that out.

And now I'm hella curious about this dad characters. The DILFs always get me

[Msueta@2]

@bondagefreak as always another Amazing chapter . I am so jealous of our Prisoner . Wish that was me in his place . I wish you posted a picture of Matt in his Underwear . I love the picture you have of Brody .

[bondagefreak]

Hey guys. I'd just like to express gratitude for all the wonderful comments and steadfast support you've all shown. We couldn't have made it this far without you.

At the risk of repeating myself, I'd also like to reassure those readers who have limited tolerance for unwarranted hazing and sadism. The narratives I spin more often than not end up sharing a similar pattern; that of someone - usually the protagonist - enduring great trials and being put through hardship, before finally being blessed with an outcome that arguably made everything worth it.

While I don't make it a habit of providing spoilers, this tale won't be so different. My message is this: Hold on and have faith. Your patience (and Sammy's!) might be rewarded sooner rather than later Chapter 29 is currently well under way. Stay tuned.

[Snozzberry]

Sammy deserves a breakwater all the jock flatulence, smelly gaseous shoes, chewy chewy underwear and socks. Sammy deserves a great but definitely needs to remain tied up, tortured and shipped to me.

[Snozzberry]

Sammy deserves a break after all the jock flatulence, smelly gaseous shoes, chewy chewy underwear and socks. Sammy deserves a great but definitely needs to remain tied up, tortured and shipped to me.

[bondagefreak]

Welcome to the adventure @Snozzberry! I was surprised to see your name in the comments, as I didn't think this tale would entirely be up your alley, but I'm glad to be proven wrong! Glad you could join us.

I've taken the liberty of adding you to the tag list, that way you'll receive a notification each time a new chapter is published. Stay tuned! The next one will be posted imminently.

[Snozzberry]

Sammy deserves a break after all the jock flatulence, smelly gaseous shoes, chewy chewy underwear and socks. Sammy deserves a great but definitely needs to remain tied up, tortured and shipped to me.