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

[Hornysub]

absolutely amazing Sir, as always! thank you!
when a gas mask gets involved it is always gonna get my attention ahah
really love this chapter, and the whole story to be honest is amazing, absolutely amazing and few times I've found myself feeling such jealousy and envy to be in someone's place than when I read about our twink's predicament... fuck... I would love that so much

[bondagefreak]

* STORY ANNOUNCEMENT *

Hey guys. As explained on the FORUM NEWS: NEW HOST, FORUM LINKS & OTHER BUGS headline, many posts and stories have been garbled due to an issue during the forum's latest host transfer. As such, for the time being, chapters 22 to 29 of this tale remain unreadable (earlier chapters are not affected).

I've spent the last half hour restoring the most recent chapter (Chapter 30) back to its original form. Seeing as how it was published some nine weeks ago and given that I've resumed working on Sammy's tale, I suggest giving Chapter 30 (located on the previous page) a reread. Sammy's adventure will resume shortly.

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[OrdinaryWorld]

Definitely keen to see this great tale get its rightful end despite the text issues! Thank you :)

[bondagefreak]

HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER, GUYS.
RE-READING THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER COMES HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

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[bondagefreak]

CHAPTER INDEX
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AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE

THE TWINK & THE JOCK

CHAPTER 31 - WHAT GOES AROUND...

For reasons that will very soon become amply clear, this next part of my weekend adventure at the college dorm is proving rather difficult to share. I’ll do my best to give you guys an accurate description of what ended up transpiring that night - along with all the tasty details - but know that I do so reluctantly and with no small amount of lingering embarrassment.



It was well past 1 AM by the time my rowdy teammates had retreated to their respective bedrooms, leaving me alone on the large couch with a pair of pillows and the musty-smelling sleeping bag my buddy Brody had lent me. Our tumultuous evening had been nothing short of wild, but even though the adrenaline still coursed through my veins and the loose-fitting boxers covering my unappeased crotch remained fiercely tented, rest came to me rather easily that night.

I still remember closing my heavy eyelids, satisfied with the knowledge that Sammy was securely gurneyed down and preventatively silenced. The wadding that occupied his mouth consisted of socks; the same vinegary-scented stinkbombs that had only a short while ago been forcibly peeled off my sweaty feet. A formidable stuffing if ever there was one.



The eighteen-year-old runt wouldn’t be causing us any trouble, and he most certainly wouldn’t be escaping Andrew’s gurney or getting any call for help out. My teammates and I could rest easy. And rest easy I did.

The angry erection tenting up my thin boxer shorts throbbed as I loosely and somewhat tiredly clutched my fingers around it. I fell asleep like that; lying on my back, one hand inside my baggy boxer shorts and the other one resting atop the lofty red sleeping bag's slippery nylon exterior.




I had no idea how long I was asleep for, but judging by the ambient darkness and the lack of any perceivable sunlight emanating from the large living room windows, I must not have been out for very long before abruptly being woken out of my slumber.

A monumental weight the likes of which felt like ten adult elephants unannouncedly landed atop my unprepared form; knocking the wind right out of my lungs and startling me awake.

I gasped and struggled to be free of whatever it was that had landed on top of me, but the lofty red sleeping bag zipped halfway up my body proved a serious hindrance to my efforts. It felt as though the entire ceiling had somehow collapsed and crashed down on top of me, and in my stupor, I actually thought that was the case.

More out of instinct than anything else, I remember opening my mouth to scream; hoping not only to rouse my teammates from their sleep but to alert them of the imminent danger we were in. The reality of my predicament was only made a bit clearer when, before even the first syllable had left my gaping orifice, the absolute broadest of beefy palms swiftly clamped down atop my face, effectively preventing my would-be call for help.

"HELmppphhhhh..."


That was the first clue. The second one came in the form of strange noises. And by strange noises, I mean sounds reminiscent of ragged, raspy breathing. The ragged syphoning of air came not from one direction, but seemingly from all around me. It was loud, chaotic, dissonant and disconcerting. Frighteningly so.

*HFF. KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF*
*KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF. KFF*
*KFFF. HHFF. KKKFFFF. HFFF*

Only when one of the small living room lights was turned on did I recognise my teammates; all four of them wearing the downright freakish, head-engulfing gas masks they had worn at last year’s Halloween party, and all four of them clad in nothing but their underwear - save for captain Chad who was stark naked from the neck down.





The four of them brutishly converged on my position; piling atop my struggling form with unrestrained brutishness and seemingly little concern for my well-being. The muffling palm keeping my screams at bay briefly faltered, slipping away from my face and allowing a frantic yelp to pierce the dissonance of ragged breathing.

Even as I struggled to draw breath from under the combined weight of their bodies, I found myself crying and laughing upon coming to the realisation that I was in no actual danger. Of course, my amusement immediately turned to panic when my half-protesting, half-laughing face suddenly found itself trapped between huge thighs, smothered by bulging underwear-clad crotches and then buried beneath captain Chad’s immensely suffocating, watermelon-sized bums.

Naturally, I struggled like mad to get out of there, but the instant my face emerged from the smothering fray, the monstrous palms that had previously lost track of me eagerly closed in and promptly clamped down around my face. Going by their astonishing size and width, I instantly knew they could only be Hunter's.

I tried telling him to get his paws off me, but "Smppphhhhh..." was the only audible complaint I could seemingly muster. The star quarterback's palms were just utterly speechproof.



No reassuring words or hint of laughter greeted my ears. Only the cacophonic orchestra of air noisily rushing in and out of their foggy-eyed gas masks filled the otherwise eerie living room.

*HFF. KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF*
*KKKFFFF. KFFF. HHFF. KFF*
*KFFF. HHFF. KKKFFFF. HFFF*

Having previously tried on one of those masks, I knew that their tight fit around the chin and nose rendered articulation difficult. So it came as no particular surprise to me that communication between my burly assailants was kept to a bare minimum and limited mostly to indecipherable grunts and hand gestures; something which inadvertently contributed to the intimidating and downright frightening nature of the takedown.

I couldn't see their faces, I couldn't see their eyes, and none of them were laughing. Were it not for the fact that I knew who they were and knew that I was just being messed with, I would’ve been terrified shitless. You would have been as well had you been in my place.



In any case, it didn’t take long for my vehement struggling and genuine cries for help to dwindle down into muffled laughter and half-hearted squirming. I knew when I was beaten, and I was smart enough to recognise a hopeless cause when I saw one.

Had I been faced with only Matt, or even Hunter, I would’ve definitely fought back and struggled with more vehemence. One-on-one, I knew I'd be hard-pressed to hold my own against either of them. Especially Hunter, whose sizeable arms dwarfed my own and whose weight left me at a notable disadvantage. Both of them together would’ve been more than a match for me. Adding Brody and then captain Chad into the mix was just overkill. Even on my best day, I could not hope to defeat either of them, let alone all four combined.





I knew the quickest way to get this humiliating experience over with was to simply surrender and let them have their couple minutes of fun at my expense. After all, I’d witnessed these antics being dished out on a number of my colleagues and had even participated in them on a few occasions. In the spirit of fairness, I guess it sorta made sense for me to end up being hazed and messed with as well from time to time.

All that to say that I was a good sport and that I had every intention of letting my gas-masked assailants have their brief moment of fun with me. That is, until I was lifted up off the couch and given an up-close view of the downright horrifying fate that awaited me.

On the carpeted floor at the centre of the dimly lit room lay the heavy-duty restraint gurney. Only this time, Sammy wasn't on it. In fact, my little runt of a scrawny stepbrother was nowhere to be seen. The supremely well-padded medical stretcher had been liberated of its previous guest, and the unfathomably numerous restraint straps that jutted out from both sides of it had been splayed open and prepared - apparently in anticipation of the new guest it would soon be hosting. In other words, me.

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[socjuc]

HOT HOT HOT!!!!

I love that the gang is keeping it in the family!

the takedown with the masks was awesome. And Mark's easy surrender has played well into the gang's hands...the realization as to where Mark is now going to be subjected to....ultra HOT! Do you think he has a boner now?

I really wonder, do we think the jocks turned on Mark coz he didn't partake as much as they did in the earlier festivities they inflicted on his stepbrother?

Looking forward to see if Mark can endure his fate! Hmmm I wonder where Sammy is?

[Bradstick]

What a surprise! I was not expecting this outcome but I am not complaining. The real question I have is where is Sammy!

[ShadowHusky]

What a fascinating narrative twist! I love seeing this juxtaposition from our writers' previous position in the story!

[OrdinaryWorld]

Oh... OH!

Wonder what happened to Sammy and why they decided to release him and replace him with Mark What they're doing seems rather excessive! Just fucking chill guys!!

Maybe Sammy finally got his break and he's curled up in Hunter's bed, haha.

[thespy]

Oh wow! what an interesting and quite hot twist with all the hunks! Now our stepbrother's boners will be fully exposed for everyone to see and play with hehe.

Sammy is missing!? oh boy... I feel he is trapped somewhere else, or maybe he will be brought out later to be together with his stepbro.

[vincenzotognolo22]

So hottt!!! What a nice comeback