Stories of Tie Up Games

Hum, while I do switch it's not exactly in the sense of submitting to another person's dominance. I just like being restrained from time to time and only on my terms. So I definitely wouldn't submit to him willingly. And I definitely wouldn't go to Chad either. Option B is probably the only logical answer. And I'd just avoid him.

Perhaps if he wasn't hell bent on trying to break me, then it could be fun to make Brody work to capture me. As long as he wasn't pushing things on to me I don't approve of (I.E. certain gags......) maybe it could be kind of fun. But so far with his demeanor, I don't think he'd be able to tame himself enough to keep things within my lines. And honestly in a real life situation, no matter how much they like hazing one another, this comes with the risk of ruining any friendship with me. There's a line between having a laugh at or with someone and going to far. Right now Brody is hovering on that line a little to much for my comfort. Thankfully this is just fantasy and I can get a good chuckle out of it

Oh Definitely the third way! I actually kinda like Chad. He does punch a hole through my ceiling of tolerance on excessive domination and degrading sadistic torture, but Brody flat out NUKES my ceiling into oblivion! Even though Chad is gonna share me with Brody, I think I have a chance to manipulate Chad into curtailing Brody and reigning him in. Otherwise I will fear for my own safety and likely be driven to catatonic levels of PTDS (not even joking) or possible just be flat out killed by Brody, not with direct intent on his part, but from negligence and sheer stupidity. I can't run away; its my college, its where I wanna go to school, so my best hopes are to submit to a better master. And even then my chances are not great; I could see Brody taking his chances, kidnapping me, and threatening me to keep quiet about it. Yeah, I honestly don't know if there is a way to avoid this situation at all...and while part of me is certainly turned on by the prospect of a Brody kidnapping, its overshadowed by terror and dread. I would not survive under Brody's dominance, certainly not mentally...maybe not physically either. The only true hope is for Chad...maybe even Brody to somehow recognize my genuine fear and trauma and adjust the dynamic to better accommodate what I can handle, but that may be out of character for both of them, even if their was no doubt ion their minds as to how frightening and mentally damaging their antics were to me.

So yeah; I am most likely doomed in this scenario

Two differences when it comes to hazing.

Mitch: More playful and gets the jobs done to have fun.

Brody: Sadistic on his hazing, eyeing prey and showing his dominance to break their spirits.

I just wonder what the gears are turning in that meathead of his now.

I have had a hectic week and only now got to catch up; these chapters are of course just so well written and I adore it. Still, I just can't find myself being endeared to Brody's style, but I am liking him as a character and as a person. To answer the question given, I am 100% going to Chad, and if not; evading.

I think I'll go with B. The chase and eventual capture sounds exciting, and if he forgets about me, there's always better guys: Matt, Hunter, Chad, etc.

I know what you're thinking. Probably the exact same thing I was at that very moment. What fiendish scheme had the beefy tyrant concocted this time? What was going through that ever-plotting, dark and twisted mind of his?

Fortunately, Brody's newest plan didn't involve something crazy like overpowering our team captain and getting the superhunk strapped down to the padded gurney. Don't get me wrong, that would have been a lot of fun, not to mention quite feasible as well. Few would dare challenge Chad in a one-on-one fight. His brawn was pretty much unparalleled. Out of the five of us, only Brody – thanks to his size and wrestling experience - stood a chance of overpowering our stupendously hulking captain. Perhaps even more so if he held the element of surprise. Add Hunter or even Matt into the mix, and Chad would most assuredly fall.

The issue wasn't whether all four of us could take the tattooed superhunk down. We could, quite easily at that. The issue was whether Hunter and Matt would actually go along with such a daring plan or turn on Brody halfway through the operation. I couldn't put it past them. Brody undoubtedly suspected as much, which is probably why he chose to play it safe and not enact this particular risky idea just yet. Hunter might be persuaded to join him, but Matt? Matt was a far trickier fellow to gauge. He was unpredictable, especially in these types of scenarios.


But yeah, even though Chad's takedown was thankfully not on the agenda for tonight, Brody's latest scheme turned out to be every bit as fucked up, if not more so. He knew the rest of the team wouldn't exactly approve of his idea, which partly explained why he kept glancing around the dimly lit apartment before finally addressing me in a hushed tone.

"Shhhhh." he whispered, placing an index finger up to his own cruelly smiling lips, even as his other palm slowly clamped down atop my heavily stuffed and hopelessly well-muzzled face. "This stays between us, buddy." he warned, glancing about the room one more time before finally spilling the beans and sharing with me the gist of his devilish plan.

I noisily struggled to draw breath beneath his insufferably fat palm, but the beefy tyrant appeared unconcerned and wholly oblivious to my plight.

"You know we're getting some new recruits on the team next month, right?" he asked, his question coming out as a rhetorical statement due to my continued inability to articulate. "I'll be teaching them the ropes and initiating them, like I always do. But this time it'll be a bit different. This time, you'll be helping me." he went on, drawing both a curious look and a questioning whimper out of me. I already didn't like where this was going.

"You know those rotten cum-bombs you accidentally fed your stepbrother earlier today?" he spoke, referring to those positively reeking, jizzed-up ankle socks I'd fished out from under Hunter's bed. "Well...we're gonna get some rotten cum-bombs ready for our new recruits." he excitedly explained, flashing me an unmistakably electrified look. "And you're gonna be helping me."



As soon as my face was freed of the suffocating palm, I shook my head no and rather vehemently tried telling him what a sick idea that was and how I wanted no part of it. Of course, Brody was far too absorbed in his own plans and machinations to bring himself to care about my pathetic whimpering. His mind was already made up, and no amount of muffled grunting would convince him of the fact that his twisted scheme was reprehensible in its vileness.

Yes, you'd be right to point out that we didn't pull those rotten cum-bombs out of Sam's mouth even after the origin of their godawful smell and bizarre texture had come to light. Still, the fact remained, the oral seeding of my stepbrother's mouth had been accidental. He had already been sucking on those filthy wads for several lengthy minutes before he and I were simultaneously made privy to the way his secret crush, Hunter, had been using them each night. Our leaving them inside his gob was bad enough. But what Brody now proposed was far more deliberate. It was premeditated!

Seeding the mouths of our new and unsuspecting team recruits was a no-go for me. Much to my own continued chagrin though, my brutish captor didn't care.



"Quiet!" he reprovingly growled, clamping his debilitatingly broad palm back atop my vehemently protesting face. "I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Now shut the fuck up and suck on Matt's pouch." he ordered, giving my face a rebuking smack and causing me to very angrily stare up at the ceiling and do what I was told.

Brody wanted me sucking on his sleeping roommate's crotch-scented jock-pouch. And so suck on it I did.




The next half-hour proved equal parts divine and torturous. A muffled protest left my mouth when my loose-fitting boxer shorts were cut off and tossed aside, but even though I was hell-bent on not cooperating, I couldn't stop myself from emitting a pleasured moan when a thick sock was slipped atop the full length of my distended shaft.

Brody said nothing while doing so. He merely slipped the stubby sock – which I instantly recognised as Matt's – onto my swollen boner, roughly pushed my head down to the padded gurney and then scooted forward before sitting his full weight down atop his own heels. I could do nothing but lie immobile and quietly suck on my gag even as the musclebound tyrant sat there, slowly jerking me off and resting his hefty package atop the flat surface of my forehead.

I remained still throughout most of the ordeal, partially because I had little choice in the matter but also due to the knowledge that his scooting forward just a bit more would result in his bulging package overtaking my nose.


The cadence of Brody's ministrations sporadically slowed and accelerated, allowing me neither respite nor relief. His free hand alternated between playing around with my nipples and fondling his own. Every now and then, his fingers would slowly wrap themselves around my neck, squeezing; not tight to the point of choking me, but firm enough to remind me of whose control I was under.

Every time Brody brought his deliberately slow ministrations to a halt, I found myself curling my toes and desperately trying to buck my hips up – signalling my unspoken need for the touch of his fingers and for his undivided attention.



Hungry eyes lingered across my taut abdomen and undefended body before the brute's lustful gaze inevitably met my own. He said nothing for quite a while, but he didn't need to. His eyes did all the talking, and the regular licking of his thin lips spoke volumes about the sexual tension that hung between us.

In the dimly lit silence that ruled the otherwise placid living room, Brody looked at me, not merely as a friend or captive, but as something more. His possession.

Warm, slightly calloused fingers ran across my bare skin; roaming across my navel, feeling my arms, tracing circles around my nipples and possessively squeezing my neck. He took a break from pumping my erect cock in favour of slowly beating his own. I bucked my hips up, desperately, and then moaned in unbridled need as soon as his broad palm returned to my angry manhood.



It continued like that for a little while longer before the sound of a deep "Shhhhhhhh" interrupted the lengthy silence.

Brody's heavy grip slowly tightened around my throbbing shaft. The rhythmic cadence of his ministrations increased, both in speed and also in intensity. I moaned, letting out a desperate groan into the crotch-scented wadding.

Breathing grew ragged - not only mine but also his own. He scooted forward a bit more, the full weight of his oversized package now sitting squarely atop my brow. Just two or three inches more, and I knew it would completely swallow my nose.

My hunky friend gave me no warning and provided me with nary an explanation before unannouncedly reaching towards the floor and grabbing one of the socks that sat idle. His palm rushed towards my face, firmly clamping the offensive fabric atop the cartilagenous protrusion that was my nose. Only the gentle sound of a faint "Shhhhhh" once again departed his lips and greeted my ears. I tried resisting, tried breaking out of my restraints and tried getting my muzzled face out from beneath the stinking sock contained beneath his huge palm. I tried, but I couldn't.

I couldn't quite see the sock due to Brody's package sitting atop my eyes, but the instant I flared my nostrils into it, my body tensed up and my crotch tingled with the electrifying buildup of what promised to be a massive climax.

I recognised the unmistakably poignant scent wafting up my defenceless nostrils. It was the scent of my pseudo-rival Matt. More precisely, the scent of his disgustingly cheesy toes! "Hmmmpppphh!"

Brody is wild! That plan to initiate new recruits with the cum sock treatment is brutal. And looks like poor Mark is going to make a contribution whether he likes it or not!

How far in advance is he going to prepare those socks??

What great chapters focused on Brody's style of fun!

Well just getting caught up. I love love love that Brody is having his fun with Mark. I think he is even more stimulated with Mark than he was with Sammy. The fact that Brody grabbed Matt's gear....well you had me there Sir! JEAZUSSSSS...

I am seriously intrigued that Brody' doesn't seem to use his own gear too much.....Perhaps he has an extra kink in overpowering using other's gear....which i find ultra HOT! as you know. But none the less, i still ponder his use of other's gear.

I secretly (well not anymore) that this is an awakening for Brody and that he goes hardcore with the tortures moving forward....

I particularly like how he is indoctrinating Mark and manipulating him into his court when Mark is incapacitated. I really like how Brody is enticing Mark to help him with Chad and the new recruits. Mark will be more likely to abide by his wishes in this subdued state or?

Brody's use of Matt's sock will no doubt associate Mark's orgasm with Matt's scent is a wickedly power move and an extra level of humiliation for Mark. Mark will know he got off when he was smelling his rival's scent....Ultra hot for me.....@bondagefreak this chapter has got me written all over it

Whilst initially hearing Chad wasn’t gonna be wrestled down and strapped into the gurney or having Brody fail attempting that was disappointing. The revelation of Brody wanting to stuff all the new recruits mouths with cum socks was a perfect and extremely hot alternative.

His edging of Mark was also something I wasn’t expecting, clearly Brody has done this before. My other thought is how is he gonna stop Mark telling Chad what Brody has planned. It’s one thing to have him tied down jerk him off into the sock, but to keep him quiet till the hazing starts is another.

I really hope we get a sequel with Brody hazing the new recruits especially if we don’t get the one where he turns Sammy into his little bitch.

I love the tension between Brody and Mark. Mark is a predator through and through, always in need of prey. Can't wait to see his daring plan in action...

Also I love Matt's feet, they look absolutely ripe and hot!

@bondagefreak Another great chapter my friend .

I'm a little late to the party, I've been somewhat "tied up" with work lately hehe ;p... but oh boy oh boy was it worth it. I'm gonna try to comment on something from each chapter that I missed.

Mark and Brody's relationship has reached a new level of intimacy, hotness, and overall dominance I didn't foresee, and I'm here for it. I loved it; it was so well-written and personal, the dialogue and the way it changes from Mark's to Brody's perspective showcasing each of their inner thoughts. I'm not gonna lie, I had a boner just like Marks while reading thru all of those chapters, still am while writing this haha.

Starting with the anticipation of the contents of Matt's bag and the sheer humiliation Mark felt knowing that he wasn't particularly his cup of tea (it was a good backstory as well, it opens many future possibilities), the image of that Jock still lingers in my head as does Mark's wide-eyed gaze coupled with Brodys taunting and sheer power. Then the squatting over his friend's face, the heat from his body, the grin and lip licking, and his big hands caressing Matt's body and ever-hardening tent, perfectly lustful, Brody wanted him so bad, but didn't know how to. Then finally that evil plan of his, I love it, makes sense, cum soaked, sweaty socks for all, and what better way to start that with a fresh load from our horny gurneyed boy Mark, and I'm assuming Brody is next... finishing on top of his friend's face! Talk about power play ;D. AWESOME COUPLE OF CHAPTERS! Thanks for sharing Sir! can't wait to see what else you cook up.

Now, regarding the "Question":

Oh man! It's quite hard, because I like some of Brody's qualities like being so dominant and unpredictable, but that also invites a chaotic and quite dangerous environment, could be fun but not having a structure or way of doing things is scary... running away would not pass my mind, because I know for a fact! Brody is not gonna be the only one chasing me, he is gonna enlist his friends and my predicament will be wayyyy worse than I could ever imagine; finally, choosing Chad, he is the safe option, he is far more caring and protective than Brody... i think I will go with OPTION C... knowing that there is the chance that Brody might have its go with me from time to time, but not to an evil extent because Id have Chad protecting me (well I hope so haha).

Sorry for the long post

Using Mark to replenish the initiation socks is devious but also brilliant! Brody only needs to recoup a few, but he should definitely get some extras... just to be safe... Sorry, Mark, I think its going to be a long remaining night for you!

I've always wanted to taste and smell extremely dirty and smelly socks, a pair that would make me feel like a complete loser every time I saw or smelled them.
So, for as long as I can remember, I've tried wearing just one pair for several weeks. My longest record is a whole month, but it didn't work. Yet, I wore them day and night—in my school shoes during the day, in rubber boots at night.
Despite this, they never had a strong enough odor to bother me at the slightest sniff.
This chapter just gave me a potentially interesting revelation: could semen help reinforce the smell?

Could the more experienced here confirm this? Or give me some other advice, please?

Anyway, great chapter.

I love this latest chapter! The surprise at the ending was awesome!

For the previous one, I will be choosing C Bypass. Mainly because of my preference of Chad over Brody.

As for the latest chapter, it was very hot, especially the part where we were milking and collecting cum

Holy hell that is cruel for hazing!!! I love it

Lucky those teammates that will be hazed this way

Brody kept his large palm – and the stinking sock contained within it – firmly clamped to my lower face during the final moments leading up to the grandiose climax. My chest heaved, rising up and down in quick tempo even as I strained to break free of the unyielding restraints. The padded gurney creaked beneath my struggling form. I sniffed, taking in an unwilling lungful of my cocky pseudo-rival's poignant toe scent. Then it began.

The telltale buildup of raw and uncontrolled energy rushed towards my crotch. Endless streams of hot semen pulsed up, storming out of my swollen sack and shooting out of my gaping slit with a vengeance the likes of which I had never before felt. I groaned, repeatedly fired into the smelly sock and emptied my balls inside its soft interior.

*SQUIRT. SQUIRT. SQUIRT. SQUIRT*

Brody's ragged voice filled my ears with a low, approbatory growl. "Fuck yeahhh." I heard him hoarsely breathe out.



I was spent. The first weapon was complete, or at the very least so I thought. I watched, powerless to do anything as the musclebound brute freed my relieved–but–still–erect cock out of the semen-filled sock. The drenched wadding stank of Matt's foot odour, but it now also smelled of something else - my seed.

My captor wasted no time in hurriedly lowering the waistband of his own tight-fitting boxer-briefs. He slid the heavy sock onto his glaringly throbbing meat, and then vigourously began jerking off inside it - firing his own massive load into the same stinking cloth I had just a minute ago been forced to defile.

My thoughts briefly dwelled on the unfortunate recruit whose mouth this generously seeded jizz-bomb would inevitably end up being rammed in. The poor soul wouldn't only be dealing with Matt's foul foot funk, which in itself was quite dire. He'd be getting his mouth clogged up with the combined loads of not one but two of his veteran teammates; the first being myself and the second one being Brody. A more degrading and downright emasculating fate I could not think of.



I cried out in mixed anger and desperation when the brute finally informed me that he was just getting started and that I'd be firing several more loads before the night was over. I shook my head no and began angrily grunting beneath my gag, but Brody simply ruffled my hair up and then wordlessly departed from the living room carrying the semen-filled sock he and I had just fired our steaming hot loads in.

He left me like that; seething, groaning - the promise of his return and the threat of his renewed torments weighing heavily on my mind. Every now and then, the brawny tyrant would come back to check on me, if only to tease me and further emphasise my state of continued helplessness.

I tried reasoning with him, tried telling him I wanted out and tried getting some sort of decipherable plea out through the hefty gag that filled my mouth, but the brute just wouldn't listen. Only the gradual rehardening of my treacherous manhood and my readiness to help create a second weapon carried weight.

My desire to be freed of the maddeningly oppressive restraints was inconsequential. As did my many desperate attempts at comprehensibly communicating past the fiercely cumbersome pouch-gag.



"Oh, looks like you're almost ready for round two, buddy." the tyrant-brute spoke, as he crouched down next to my gurneyed form and tentatively gave the underside of my defenceless nutsack a quick tickle.

I cried out and instinctively writhed to get away from his teasing touch, but my panicked reaction only had for effect of further triggering Brody's predatory instincts. The absolute broadest of muffling palms immediately clamped down atop my already muzzled face. An evil chuckle left the brute's fiendishly smiling lips, and then he repeated the exercise a second time; hooking two fingers beneath my sensitive nutsack and giving my debilitatingly ticklish balls another teasing tickle.

I screamed for help beneath the muffling jock-pouch; the noisy creak of leather filling the room and echoing beneath me as I struggled and strained in a crazed but futile bid to break free. Brody merely chuckled and tickled my defenceless sack some more. By the time his cruel ministrations finally came to a merciful halt, I was quite literally whimpering beneath my gag.

"Yeah, almost ready." he beamed, flashing me a toothy grin before ruffling my hair anew and then rising back up to a standing position. "Since you liked sniffing Matt's sock so much, maybe this time I oughta make you cum to the scent of mine." he threatened, causing my eyes to go wide and an angry look to instantly overtake my features.




I was still in the process of shaking my head no and wildly articulating beneath the big, crotch-scented wadding when the underside of my captor's huge, debris-ridden socked foot landed squarely atop my face.

"Haha! Yeahhh, that's right, bitch. Sniff them funky toes." he purred, his deep voice dripping with sadistic thrill even as I coughed into my gag and struggled to get away. A harrowing amount of random bits and bobs were sucked up into my nostrils every time my airways noisily flared open beneath his smothering socked foot. I wanted to puke, and quite badly at that.

Brody left the dimly lit living room without saying so much as a word, but the looming threat of his dreaded return weighed even heavier on my mind now that I'd caught a whiff of the torments that awaited me.

My torturous plight wasn't over. Quite the opposite. It was just getting started.

I know I’d absolutely regret it but I’m really wishing I could be one of the new recruits so I can experience one of these gags and Brody’s hazing.

Interesting.....

Mark is 'competing with Matt' for Brody's attention as a bud. Yet Brody treats Mark as someone he can use and manipulate as he wishes...to get what he wants. With friends like him, who needs enemies

Well I got my ask....but Brody just took off all of a sudden....I would like to hear/see where Brody keeps going to and where that loaded sock went.

I now question, what is going to be the dynamic between Brody and Mark post 'cum' night? Is Brody going to be the alpha moving forward? And what will be the dynamic between Mark and Matt?