Stories of Tie Up Games

@bondagefreak well....u had me at....

"“Yeaaah, there we go, boi. Sniff daddy Chad's giant toes.” he condescendingly let out, victoriously flaring his enormous socked digits around while at the same time rubbing his own freakishly distended bulge to the apparently arousing sensation of getting his big raunchy stinkbombs sniffed."

Loved to see how Chad stepped up to be a dominant jock in this chapter, and how he really feels and is aroused by domming little Sammy....HOT to see! Just great how Chad was getting aroused by his own actions and seeing his own actions creating a response from Sammy that is encouraging Chad's arousal.....its almost an infinite loop I only wish this nugget in the story lasted longer to see what would have transpired....

I can't wait to see the convenience of having such a long tube attached to the gas mask....what this will mean.... they can just pass the hose around and the jocks don't even need to leave the sofa...

So tell me folks, every time Sammy meets up with or sees any of these jocks on the street or anywhere, he is sooooo going to pop a boner instantly.....am I wrong here?

Poor Sammy hasn't had any Oxygen for at least 6 months now which just goes to prove that Oxygen is pretty useless if he can live off of just Jock smells (toes,feet, crotch, jock strabs, butt rubbings, armpits, body sweat, bad breath, etc, etc, etc) that long. I'm not saying that Sammy doesn't deserve it afterall he did forget to Dot and I and Cross a T on a composition last year.

Though the TV screen was animated with a captivating replay of the previous day's lively football match, poor Sammy - bless his soul - remained the focal point of our collective focus.

The front of his paper-thin boxer shorts maintained its astoundingly erect state even as all ten of our heavy soles jostled atop him; using his conveniently supine body as a sort of makeshift footrest. The ragged syphoning of air that noisily kept greeting our ears every few seconds did rather little to encourage the dwindling of festivities. Even more so now that Brody had made the dweeb's singular airway accessible even from all the way up on the crowded living room couch.


Watching the much-vied-for sniff tube get passed around, clogged up and then repeatedly pressed against our behemothic captain's ginormous underwear-clad package most definitely contributed to my shamefully stubborn arousal. But more than anything else, it was the knowledge that my feverishly pungent bundles had been forcibly stripped off and buried in Sam's mouth that kept my own virulent boner-tent from gradually subsiding.

I still couldn't believe the guys had crammed my sweltering stinkbombs in there. And judging by the sound of his heavily muffled laments, neither could Sammy!





In any case, the annoyingly loose-fitting boxers I had on mirrored my stepbrother's undies in their sheer inability to conceal the large arousal jutting furiously from my crotch. The bright red polyester dazzle shorts clad around my thighs were just as guilty of providing no worthwhile protection. Even more irksome was the fact that their notable sheen had now become an affront to the eye; serving no other purpose beyond that of even further accentuating my already glaring erection.

True, Chad's proudly displayed bulge and the unapologetic stroking of his mammoth arousal did much to relieve part of my initial unease and lingering embarrassment. But even after the other guys had seemingly grown more aroused and confident enough to begin stroking their own hardening woodies, I remained skittish and somewhat reluctant to follow suit.


Sammy's raging boner was given lots of attention. Matt's very large and very fleshy bare soles proved quite vehement in that regard. They worked his angry boner up and down pretty much tirelessly. I, of course, fondled my own erection as well, albeit with a bit less zeal and considerably less gusto.

I was aroused, alright. More so than I'd probably ever been. But even having said that, I still found myself riddled with inhibitions and unable to fully abandon myself to the moment. Unable or unwilling. Or perhaps a combination of both.

My lack of confidence was not at fault, mind you, but my foreignness to communal dorm life most certainly was.

Chad, Matt, Hunter and Brody all lived together. They shared bedrooms and enjoyed a closeness the likes of which was somewhat unfamiliar to me. The fraternal bond between them was unquestionable, and though I considered all four of them close friends, the private home life I was more accustomed to made this whole "group jerk-off" session very difficult enjoy. Difficult to enjoy and even more difficult to partake in.




Anyways, it probably won't come as much of a surprise to you that Sammy's figurative lifeline was toyed with quite aggressively for the better part of a half hour. His noisy sniff-tube was even burped into once or twice before Brody unannouncedly pulled his grey sweatpants down and pressed the hose up to his own bumhole.

"Here. Choke on this." was the only warning Sam received prior to the unceremonious launching of a rather long and thunderous fart.

A predictable string of heart-wrenching laments soon enough rose up to greet our ears, the sound of which sent the room into an uncontrollable frenzy of laughter.

Sammy's sniff-tube spent several minutes repeatedly being wrestled from one jealous tyrant to the next. Brody ended up getting not only his crummy-looking socked soles vacuumed, but he also got both of his hairy pits very properly and lengthily sniffed; courtesy of Matt's clever thinking.

Suffice it to say, the buff-bodied beefcake was all smiles by that point. He just sat there, flexing his huge arms and proudly showing off his large biceps while the end of the noisy sniff-tube roamed about his body; delving hungrily into his pits before finally making the journey down south to his immensely meaty jock-pouch.





The collective state of arousal that dominated the room gradually intensified. It was to the point where neither Matt, Brody, nor Chad were at all interested in wielding the tube; so engrossed they all were in tending to their own woodies and - much to my immediate shock - not only their own but also each other's.


Hunter didn't insist after I'd declined his helping hand, but Brody proved far more persistent and repeatedly tried making a grab for my tent. I had to bat his hand away several times and vehemently tell him to knock it off before he finally acquiesced and shifted his focus over to the far more receptive stud he shared a room with.

The two roommates ended up giving each other mutual handjobs while Chad and Hunter - both of whom were sitting on opposite ends of the couch - did their own thing and silently stroked their own hard-ons.

As for the rubber tube that was responsible for noisily feeding air all the way down into Sammy's nostrils; it was lazily tucked beneath Brody's oversized meat sack before being left to its fate and seemingly abandoned there.




As previously stated, the overt bromance culture that seemed so prominent in communal dorm life was for the most part quite foreign to me. Jerking off outside the confines of my own bedroom seemed very alien and frankly quite unsettling. Call me a prude, but I certainly didn't wanna add to that by allowing another guy to touch my junk and get all handsy with me.

At any rate, I still vividly recall the wave of heightened arousal that immediately overcame my colleagues when the gurneyed prisoner's sniff-tube was finally unscrewed, only for one of Chad's positively REVOLTING trainers to be picked up and casually planted atop the mask.




"Aw, fuck yeah." groaned the now stark-naked leviathan; signalling his open approval not only by biting his lower lip and splaying his gargantuan thighs apart, but also by jerking his colossal meat off to the sound of Sammy's erratic sniffing.

*HFF. KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF*
"Mmgg ppghhh!"
*KKKFFFF. KFFF. KFFF*
"Gmmmpph!"


Breathing grew noticeably more ragged and muffled laments filled the room aplenty even as pleasured moans gradually picked up, both in volume and intensity.

Hunter was the first to bring himself to completion; firing a series of hot translucid ropes that ended up not only shooting past the front waistband of his undies, but also coating one of his large pecs and even catching part of my arm in the crossfire.

Brody instinctively intensified his own ministrations on Matt, bringing both himself and the blond jock he was tending to on the very cusp of an epic orgasm. Chad ended up providing them both with a much-needed climax, not with his own hands, but rather, by allowing their eyes to gaze upon the spectacle of his own explosive release.


My three seated buddies and I watched as our freakishly-endowed team captain got up; his downright colossal bums and stark nakedness now on full display as he bent down and began frantically fidgeting with Sammy's restraints. The headstraps keeping my stepbrother's dome immobile were hurriedly unbuckled, allowing for the face-engulfing gas mask to be forcibly and very urgently pried off.

Sammy's tapegagged visage emerged from the squeaking layer of rubber; his sweaty face betraying both shock and terror as his eyes gazed up to see the nine-inch monster cock and baseball-sized nutsack that so proudly hung from between the tattooed superhunk's tremendously broad thighs. The 230-pound hulk sought no approval and provided the terror-struck twink with no explanation before scooting forward atop his face and sitting his great big gargantuan bums down.




I watched as Sammy's whole head completely disappeared from view and watched as the absolute fattest and heftiest of watermelon-sized bums descended down atop his disbelieving face. Chad genuinely didn't give a fuck. He just sat his whole weight down on top of his own heels and began furiously jerking his meat off.

"Oh yeahhh. Aww fuck yeah! Yeah, that's right. Sniff my chute." our herculean team captain growled, his deep voice both coarse and raspy as he brought a free hand up to his huge pecs and began playing with one of his own nipples.

The resulting climax was nothing short of epic. Even more so in that it not only saw Chad fire unending streams of hot semen across the room, but also resulted in the synchronous release of my other two mutual jerk-off buddies; Matt and Brody.





With the hour now well past 1 AM and all four of my hunky teammates having shot monumental loads, things winded down rather abruptly after that. Judging from the very sizeable wet patch adorning the front of Sammy's baggy boxer shorts, it seemed as though being on the receiving end of Matt's footjob while at the same time getting his nose wedged up into captain Chad's deep-set bumhole had caused quite the explosion!

My own raging hard-on remained unappeased and unrelenting, but seeing as how physically tired and none too comfortable I was with the whole "group jerk-off" session, I was more than happy to leave it at that.


Matt was the first to call it a night after Brody had forcibly secured our prisoner's dome back into the padded head immobiliser. The cocky blond stud wished our prisoner goodnight, first; by smothering his face with Chad's discarded boxers, and then, by quickly gracing his nose with a parting fart before teasingly ruffling his hair up and setting a course for his own bedroom.

Poor Sammy was still choking on the blond jock's nostril-singeing gas by the time Chad and Hunter raised his gurney up and slowly carried him off to their shared bedroom. Much to my own relief, Hunter came back less than a minute later, this time to collect his and Chad's positively reeking trainers. The star quarterback wished Brody and I goodnight before finally disappearing from view.



Staying true to his covertly benevolent nature, Brody made sure I was all set up for the night and once again offered to leave me his bed and sleep on the couch in my stead. I thanked him for his generous offer but assured him I'd be fine. The living room still smelled of socks and shoes like you wouldn't believe, but the couch was comfortable enough that I wasn't the least bit worried about not being able to fall asleep.

Brody acquiesced and ended up providing me with two pillows and an old sleeping bag - presumably his own - before shutting the apartment lights off one by one and slowly retreating to his own bedroom.

Finally, I was alone. And though the tent in my shorts remained stubbornly erect, sleep came to me rather easily that night. What a day this had been! Not only for Sammy, but also for myself.

Well that chapter certainly went in an unexpected direction. I'm not sure my brain was quite prepared for all these jocks jacking off to poor Sammy's predicament it quite so overt a way! Definitely not complaining though! Great chapter.

Oh My God. Hottest chapter yet. Holy cow. You get an orgy. You can face smothering and farts. Stinky pits and feet. Like just go down my whole list. It's perfect.

Wow. Just wow.

So much to bring up. I have to say I share Mark's sentiment on the idea of the group jerk-off, though it is so clear it's purely built from environment and it was honestly really interesting to read that dynamism. Pits getting a focus in this story for a couple lines was a very very welcome addition, along with the brutality of the farts down the tube. Just pure, relentless humiliation. It was perfect.

Chad has really started to catch my heed, as I seem to be enthralled by any action he chooses to partake in. That final climax of his was certainly the hottest of the bunch and I'm so intrigued by the growing dynamics. Matt and Hunter have really taken a back seat due to their personalities either not being as prevalent as our narrator, as dominant as Brody, or their presence not being as overwhelming as Chad's. I'm still interested to see more about them both.

It was good to see Brody drop his act a bit when the coast was clear, makes me almost root for him a but more than my previous distaste of him. Excited to see how the group develops.

@bondagefreak Fuc@ That chapter was so HOT I would gladly wear the gasmask if I got to smell all those smells . I tented to much reading that chapter .

... is this really how masc straight blokes act and our typical view of sexuality is wrong, or are all of them somehow queer in some way

Keen to see what 'tomorrow' brings, hope Sammy's alright.

All I am going to say....this time....

Mark hasn't gotten off. What are the odds that over night or early in the morning he chooses to unleash and gets his fix in coz he merely watched others use Sammy to get off this entire time, and he still has yet to indulge? If that does happen I hope he imparts what he has seen on his poor little stepbrother....

I know, I know, I am a mean mofo.....

I can’t decide what part of the chapter I like the best. I really enjoyed the “sniff tube” being passed around. Brody using it to clean out his armpits was so hot. Then leaving it under his balls while his jacked off was amazing.

The jerk off session was amazing. It sounds like our narrator needs to spend more nights there to get used to their group sessions. I’m sure they guys would be more than happy to have him especially if he brings Sammy along.

Then the ending, Chad ripping off the gas mask to sit right on his face. Then finishing on him causing two of the others to also release their loads, not including Sammy! What a way to end the night. Absolutely incredible chapter and I can’t wait to see what lies in store for these characters next!

Oh. My. God.

I never thought the story would take such a raw sexual turn! but I'm all here for it! What a great chapter as usual my friend, the idea of all those jocks so comfortable with themselves that a circle jerk is like another Tuesday night for them, wow, incredibly hot. I like your descriptiveness when telling us about our stepbrother's boner and the dazzle red shorts, I imagined that so vividly, and poor him, he ended up with blue balls and a raging boner the whole time... I can understand his unwillingness to partake, maybe he will have no choice in the future but to partake, who knows?

Keep it up man, good work! thanks for another great chapter.

Let those jocks watch football and play with each other, it's educational for them. I and some other readers would rather watch young Sammy's raging boner enjoying his carefree life strapped to a backboard and getting jerked off and played with. You rule Sammy.

And before you ask, Yes I did skip a few chapters.

🖐Sammy🖐

ShadowHusky wrote: 2 months ago Excited to see how the group develops.

Aw shucks. You know I don't normally give spoilers, but in this case I think I need to break the news to you so as to temper your expectations a bit. We've had a great 7-month run, and although I don't exclude the possibility of a sequel, I feel compelled to inform you guys that Sammy's adventure is on the cusp of completion.

I know you guys are really liking the group dynamic and excited to see more, but I don't want you to get your hopes up. This was never meant to be a huge B&G-length saga. Things are very quickly drawing to a close.


As for Matt, I argue that he's been very proactive and involved in the hazing. In fact, I would even argue that he's been handsier with Sammy and more involved in the various torments than Chad ever was. Most of the smothering and sniff-torment has been implemented by Matt. I guess it comes down to the fact that he's just an all-around less imposing presence than Brody. Either way, glad you're enjoying yourself!

I'm not a fan of sex scenes like that, in fact, I'm not a fan of sex. But it remains a good chapter, because it advances the situation of Samy. I like the detail that he was obliged through the tube of his mask of breathing all the parts which fear bodies of our beautiful jocks.

Samy will finally be able to sleep (well, if it is possible with the soil of her half-brother in the mouth and after having undergone the radioactive ass of the team captain). I wonder what time they will be awake and especially how Samy will be treated. I seriously expect that he is not released from his links or even this apartment in such a simple way. I think he will have to thank his hosts with his language after having a good breakfast for Dweeb in Jock fashion, he widen all the Ingretian for.

bondagefreak wrote: 2 months ago

ShadowHusky wrote: 2 months ago Excited to see how the group develops.

Aw shucks. You know I don't normally give spoilers, but in this case I think I need to break the news to you so as to temper your expectations a bit. We've had a great 7-month run, and although I don't exclude the possibility of a sequel, I feel compelled to inform you guys that Sammy's adventure is on the cusp of completion.

I know you guys are really liking the group dynamic and excited to see more, but I don't want you to get your hopes up. This was never meant to be a huge B&G-length saga. Things are very quickly drawing to a close.


As for Matt, I argue that he's been very proactive and involved in the hazing. In fact, I would even argue that he's been handsier with Sammy and more involved in the various torments than Chad ever was. Most of the smothering and sniff-torment has been implemented by Matt. I guess it comes down to the fact that he's just an all-around less imposing presence than Brody. Either way, glad you're enjoying yourself!

Not all stories last forever! And yes, I think his actions may have been drowned out by the boisterousness of the other dominants. I'm still eager to hear the rest of the tale, and of course, excited to see what you have in the future as well!

how can poor Sammy wear a gasmask, inhale all of those rotten scents and still be aroused?? That's a mystery no one will ever solve

Great chapter as always!

Sammy has had a hell of a day for sure. Kidnappes by his stepbrother and team and forced into strict bondage all day with eye watering, puke inducing gags and sniff tortures on his poor nose. The yearn for freedom beckoning but not coming for him, yet. Sad to see this adventure slowly come to an end, not unlike their cumming to an end in the chapter, but curious on this new story here.

Awe, poor Sammy's day of being kidnapped and throughly restrained is coming to a close. I'm sure he'll be happy once it does but I wouldn't doubt for a second, that he's hated all of it. In fact, I suspect he'll end up having plenty of similar fun in the future!

I just wonder if these nice jocks will let him get some shut eye once he's in the other room or if they'll have a way of keeping him up while they sleep. If they even sleep that is. Surely there will be a little more fun before his release later in the morning or early afternoon!

I just realized it, but in reality Samy's torture session is not really over for the evening, if I understood correctly he is transported to Hunter and Chad's room, we can therefore largely guess that he risks experiencing a new big erection, sock sniffing... even worse (or better from Samy's point of view) it will come almost exclusively from his lover Hunter

I really loved this last chapter! I loved the way he ripped off the gas mask in a rush to sit on his face and jack off

Great an hot chapter! Though this has only convinced me more that these jocks need to work on getting a matched set of Mark and Sammy captives!

Finally caught up! I couldn't help but chuckle to myself when Sammy was outted by the hardness (of his surprisingly big) cock. It would have been so humiliating for him and even more so with Brody's edging antics (something that certainly got my attention~), on top of Brody's playing with Sammy's mouth and spitting on him. If you couldn't tell, Brody is definitely my favourite from the bunch.

Even after all of that torment, he still gets more "suffering" (if you could call it that) as a footrest for the rest of the group. Even so, the good in Brody shone through, even if he sealed Sammy's fate as the group jerk off material by putting on the gas mask. And the most recent chapter was just amazing. While Chad wasn't exactly on my radar before but he jumped up a bunch more on my rankings with Chad face-sitting on Sammy to get himself off and certainly made an impression on both Sammy... and me