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AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE
THE TWINK & THE JOCK
CHAPTER 1 - CHAD'S BALLSY PROPOSAL
"Dude, I'd love to hang out with you and the guys, but I can't. I'm stuck at home babysitting my little stepbro for the weekend."
"What the fuck, bro! Isn't your stepbrother in his last year of high school or something? He doesn't need to be fuckin' babysat! Just stop making fuckin' lame-ass excuses and come meet us at the dorm." the captain of my American football college team chortled. Chad was a fun guy, but he was basically as thick-skulled and as stubborn as they came.
"I'm not making excuses! Sammy got his little punk ass into trouble at school last week and our parents want him grounded for the rest of the month. I promised my dad I'd keep an eye on him while he and my stepmum are out of town for the weekend. I can't come over. I'm sorry, man." I went on to explain, much to my buddy's slight annoyance and overt incomprehension.
"Dude, that just sucks!" came my football captain's irritated retort, to which I could do nothing but agree. My little stepbrother was grounded, but I was inadvertently paying the price for his folly by agreeing to stay at home and babysit his grown ass.
"Yo, why don't you just bring him over then?" my captain excitedly suggested.
"At your dorm?" I asked, somewhat disbelievingly. "What's he gonna do at your dorm all day while we game and drink booze?"
"Who the fuck, cares, bro?! He's grounded! We'll just stick him in a fuckin' closet somewhere and forget about him. I can't believe you're gonna let that little punk fuckin ruin your weekend." Chad unhappily went on.
I laughed and shook my head at the amusing imagery conjured up by my captain's words. As tempting as Chad's offer was, I knew there was no way in hell I'd get my stepbrother to follow along and agree to those terms. Even if I kept my rowdy captain's clever idea a secret, Sam simply wouldn't be interested in tagging along.
"Haha! Yeah, I wish it were that simple. I can ask him but I know he won't want to come along."
"Dude. Are you fuckin' serious right now?! You're legit gonna let that little dweeb dictate your weekend for you? Seriously. Who the fuck cares whether he wants to come along or not? You just say the word and we'll be at your place and ready to pick you and your punk ass little stepbrother up in no time."
As amusing as the idea was, I predictably chuckled and declined my hunky captain's ballsy, over-the-top offer.
"Chad, we can't just fuckin' kidnap the kid."
"And why the fuck not?'
"What if he screams? What if the neighbours see us? What if someone calls the cops?" I went on, enumerating a bunch of things that could potentially go wrong.
"Bro, stop being such a fuckin' pussy! No one's gonna fuckin' see us! We've got rope, we've got zip-ties and we've got duct tape. We'll just fuckin' tie him up and stuff him in one of our football bags."
"Fuck, that'd be funny as hell. But nah, we can't seriously do that." I chuckled, before finally convincing my buddy not to put his plan into motion and alerting him to the fact that I'd try to get my younger stepbro to willingly come along. Chad agreed not to do anything, but he nevertheless cautioned me by telling me that he wanted me at the team's communal dorm apartment, one way or another. I knew my team captain well enough to know he wouldn't take no for an answer.
As it turns out, my initial predictions about Sammy not wanting to tag along or hang out with my buddies and I proved entirely spot on. It sorta made sense considering he was gay and nerdy, not to mention, several years younger than we were.
"No! Quit badgering me. I don't wanna go to no smelly dorm and I don't wanna hang out with you and your stupid jock friends." came his increasingly irritated reply.
"Come on, Sam. It'll be fun, you'll see. Your secret crush Hunter will be there." I teasingly winked, intentionally mentioning my football team's irrefutably handsome, hunky star quarterback as an attempt to further woo my nerdy stepbrother.
Sammy shifted uncomfortably in his computer chair, huffed and rolled his eyes up in feigned disinterest. Much to his own great annoyance though, the blushing of his cheeks wasn't as easy to conceal. The young man's secret attraction to guys would've remained a tight-kept secret had it not been for the fact that I'd unnanouncedly barged into his room not but two months ago, only to find him pleasuring himself to my buddy Hunter's Instagram pics.
I wasn't into guys at all, but I could definitely understand his attraction. Hunter was tall, standing just a centimetre short of two meters. He was handsome and most of all, he was seriously buff, even as per our hunky football team's impressive standards. He was easily one of the more attractive guys on campus, so it made sense that his mere presence would have my faggy-ass little stepbrother all weird and bothered.
Though I promised to more or less keep the lid on Sam's secret in exchange for a few minor favours here and there, I regularly allowed myself to have a bit of fun at his expense and occasionally teased him about his attraction to my college football team's uber-jockish star quarterback. Either way, Sam was flushed and mildly unnerved at my bringing up his secret crush. He once again angrily shot down the invitation to join me at Chad and Hunter's dorm apartment, and then he put his headphones back on so as not to be further tempted by my mildly appealing offer.
And so, I just lazed about the place, watched some TV and sorta mulled things over for the better part of half an hour.
I knew I was doing my dad a favour by babysitting the dweeb. But in doing so, I was basically the one paying the price for my younger stepbrother's folly. Chad was right. This wasn't fair.
'Screw this.' I finally thought to myself, before assertively grabbing my phone and texting my team captain.
The text message I sent him was short and to the point. It read: 'Alright, bro. Let's do this.' That was the only signal Chad needed to get his plan into motion. Sammy would be tagging along...whether he wanted to or not.
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What'll happen to Sam seems pretty obvious, but will Hunter be more accepting than Sam's kinda shitty stepbrother? Or will they "enjoy" their first date tightly bound and gagged side by side?
Note From The Author: Mature themes and vulgar language aplenty. Viewer discretion is very strongly advised.
AN IMPROMPTU FIRST DATE
THE TWINK & THE JOCK
CHAPTER 2 - SNATCHED & SECURED
Chad's old car pulled up at the side of the house no less than twenty minutes later. Even by ourselves, the two of us would've been more than a match for my scrawny stepbrother. Much to my own slight amusement and surprise though, the burly team captain arrived flanked with all three of his downright hulking, able-bodied dormmates. In other words, armed to the teeth.
Sneaking all four of my brawny colleagues into the house via the garage door proved easier than expected. They weren't exactly the stealthiest types, but Sammy's hefty headphones did a phenomenal job of keeping him oblivious and unaware of the trouble brewing around him.
"Here, put these on. It's gonna scare the shit out of him." our team captain excitedly whispered, handing us each an identity-concealing balaclava mask.
I was about to argue over the fact that the masks weren't necessary, but everyone just cackled with glee and appeared so enthused by Chad's devilish idea that I decided to go along with it and follow their lead.
"Dude, be sure not to speak. Let us do the talking, that way he'll think it's a real kidnapping." star quarterback Hunter was quick to remind me, the sound of his voice and the size of his stupendously thick arms instantly betraying his identity.
I had no trouble recognising my buddies even with their masks on, but Sammy's brain wouldn't make the connection. He was only passingly familiar with a few members of the group. Not nearly enough to recognise any of them merely by voice.
"Matt, you got the airsoft pistols? Good. Alright, here's the plan, guys. We storm the little fucker's bedroom, we get him, we tie him up, we gag him and then we bag him." our team captain methodically explained, motioning towards the half-emptied football bag Brody was carrying over his shoulder.
The lot of us nodded our heads in unison before quickly filing out of the dusty garage. The unspoken buzz of our excitement was quite palpable as we slowly crept closer to our target. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment there it felt as though we were engaged in a high-risk covert operation of some sort.
Suffice it to say, Sammy was exactly where we expected him to be. Everything pretty much fell into place after that. We stormed my oblivious stepbrother's bedroom; the thunderous roar of our aggressively barked orders and the threatening glares of our realistic guns causing him to tumble off of his swivelling computer chair and cower down in unmistakable fear.
The moment he was down, we swarmed him; piling on top of him and pinning him down beneath no less than eight times his own body weight. The little maggot never stood a fuckin' chance. As far as takedown operations went, this one was ruthless, if a bit chaotic.
I straddled the nerdy dweeb's upper back and held his forearms and elbows pressed together even as his wrists were being zip-tied and sticky athletic tape was tightly being spun around them. His ankles were already in the process of receiving the same treatment when the most muffled of laments made it past the subdued cacophony of our heavy-handed takedown.
"Shut the fuck up, punk!" Chad thunderously roared, his immensely broad palm covering pretty much the entirety of poor Sammy's face and making short work of the wiry dweeb's panicked attempts at getting a plea out.
"Is the other guy taken care of?" our team captain then asked, to which one of my other masked colleagues assured him that I was.
"He was much bigger than this one, but we knocked him out cold and tied him up real good, boss." came a quick-witted reply.
I smiled beneath my mask, and from the looks of it, Chad and the rest of the team were grinning as well. Any lingering doubts Sammy might've had as to the danger we represented undoubtedly vanished at that point. Five burly, armed and obviously very dangerous men had broken into his home and incapacitated his older stepbrother. And now they were in the process of trussing him up as well for god only knows what reason!
Even though I would've liked to find out what was going through Sam's head at that moment, the poor dweeb never got a chance to grace us with his questions. As soon as Chad freed his face in order to help with the hogtying, star quarterback Hunter jumped in to take his place, expertly using both of his own freakishly oversized palms to prevent any would-be calls for help from potentially being voiced out.
I watched as the jumbo-limbed jock clamped a truly hefty palm behind my stepbrother's head and watched as he assertively pressed his other one directly atop wide-eyed Sam's comparatively puny face.
Hunter must've stayed in that same position for a solid seven or eight minutes; inadvertently smothering his much smaller victim into a state of near-unconsciousness before one of my other teammates took position to relieve him of his duties...this time with a roll of very sticky-looking duct tape.
"Close your mouth, or I'll put a fuckin' bullet through your skull." my masked and gloved buddy Brody aggressively threatened, yanking my stepbrother's head up by the hair and pointing a very genuine-looking pistol at the fearful dweeb's forehead.
Sam did as he was told and watched with terror-stricken eyes as the angry-sounding brute put his gun down to the carpeted floor and began fumbling with the unwieldy roll of duct tape. It took almost a full minute for Brody's thick, leathery fingers to get a piece of the adhesive unstuck, but Sammy, much to his own credit, accepted it like a champ; tightly pressing his trembling lips together even as a stray tear rolled down his big glossy eyes.
The first strip was plastered over his lips, and then two longer strips quickly followed suit; each one covering more skin than the last and stretching taut from one cheek to the other. I admittedly felt a little bad for the little guy. He was at the very cusp of what was considered manhood, but even so, his utterly defenceless and visibly terrified state left me feeling a tad guilty and even a bit remorseful. Having said that, it should come as no great surprise to you that I felt a tangible sense of relief upon noticing my normally rowdy teammates manifest similar feelings of guilt.
The lanky high school senior was still in the process of being secured into his hogtie when our team captain allowed himself to show a modicum of sympathy - not by revealing our true identity, but by mercifully offering our captive a faint glimmer of hope. "Shhh. It's okay, little man. Don't cry. You'll be coming with us now." he spoke, adopting an almost comforting tone and placing a hand atop my bound and gagged stepbrother's dishevelled dome. "No funny stuff, and no one gets hurt. Alright, cutie?" he asked, to which Sammy could only whimper beneath his sticky gag and nod his head in agreement.
As soon as the hogtaping was deemed secure, Brody's big bag was brought to the fore and quickly opened up. His football armour and most of his more cumbersome pads had preemptively been removed so as to make room for the unwilling guest, but much of the clutter still remained; clutter which included - but was not limited to - a number of dingy-looking socks, his overworked jockstrap, an athletic cup, two pairs of visibly distressed boxers, compression gear, training gloves, a sweat rag and a pair of rather ripe trainers.
A stench of herculean proportions filled the room up as the towering beefcake's large gym bag was dutifully unzipped, but nary a hint of concern was voiced out even as my incapacitated younger stepbrother was lifted up off the floor and lowered down into the pungent sack's dreadfully uninviting maw.
The fit was snugger than expected, partly due to the amount of clutter our team's broad-shouldered linebacker had lazily left inside his bag. But even so, we managed to get our prisoner's tightly hogtied frame in before finally lowering his gagged face down into beefy Brody's nauseating clutter. As soon as he was in, no less than three of us rushed to zip the stinking sack shut.
*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZIP*
"There we go. All nice and sealed in. The little fucker ain't goin' anywhere now." captain Chad immediately breathed out.
The guys and I made sure to keep our celebratory cheers to a minimum, but we nevertheless unmasked our widely grinning, sweaty faces and exchanged victorious fist bumps. Sam was gonna be sooo pissed upon finding out who his kidnappers were.
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A great couple of chapters and it feels like a very reasonable way to deal with the problem presented! I love the fact that they took it to the next level by staging a full on kidnapping.
For a @bondagefreak story, Sammy got off pretty lightly with that gag although the kit bag was much more to form! It's always fun when an already bound up guy gets further stashed away like that.
Looking forward to where things go next.
A pup is for life but especially for bondage so get out the sleepsack and muzzle.
Well I am kind of wondering....well hoping, they stay masked when they toy and torment little Sammy...it adds that 'je ne sais quoi' to the story u know mystery and a little terror too
Anyone want to venture a guess of what that bag smells of? Anyone?
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Pup Wingletang wrote: 10 months ago
For a @bondagefreak story, Sammy got off pretty lightly with that gag although the kit bag was much more to form!
We all know that gag is getting replaced at the first opportunity with something much more foul smelling. Only questions are, which article of clothing, and which jock is the smelliest?
This story intrigues me a lot, I can't wait to see what will happen to Sam! But would it be possible to get more information about Sam's older half-brother?
Somehow these characters who get tied up get more and more like me! Although I’m dying for an unsubmissive bratty type of boy who gets tied up by a dad I can’t WAIT for this story! I love the almost blackmail and teasing?! I love PHYSICALLY how the men look? The need for Chad to get the brother! And the crush will pan out so hot I’m sure
in reality little Sam could simply be put in a closet blindfolded to wait for the weekend to pass, or even doubly locked up by stuffing him in that sports bag that seems so cool
I'd have a crush on him too! 
