How to make purple (MM/M)
Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2025 3:21 pm
Hey guys! This is my first story posted on this website (actually, my very first TUG story in general). I hope you all like it!
Synopsys: A young man's home gets invaded my by two men, who have decided to make him their new kinky friend.
Tags: bondage, ropes, burglars, home invasion, OTM gag, armpits, jockstrap, sockgag
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I just got back from my run during a summer evening. My whole body was covered in sweat due to the heat so I couldn’t wait to get out of my running clothes soaked in sweat. I closed the door to my apartment and walked into the kitchen. I took off my T-shirt, rubbed my upper body and armpits with it then threw it onto one of the chairs at the table. I slipped out of my compression shorts and threw them after my T-shirt. One of the great things about living alone is that there’s nobody to complain about my dirty clothes left around the house. So, I was standing there, wearing only a pair of purple socks, a purple jockstrap (I know, not the most common underwear for running, but I feel comfortable in them for some reason I can’t explain), and my lucky - you guessed it – purple bandana over my forehead. What can I say, I just love purple. They all needed a good wash since I can’t remember the last time they were in a washing machine but hey, like I said, there was nobody to complain about the smell. As I was walking into my living room suddenly I remembered:
“Did I lock the door?” I asked myself loudly. What I did not expect was a voice answering from behind be.
“No, you did not.”
Before I could have turned around a giant gloved hand came from behind my back and got clamped over my mouth.
“Mmmpph!” I tried to scream but the hand silenced any noise coming from my mouth.
I reached up to pull the hand from my mouth but another arm came around and pinned them to my chest.
“Let’s walk to the couch together, shall we?” said the voice behind my back while already dragging me to my couch in the living room. While “walking” I heard someone else moving behind my back so there were at least two intruders. When we reached the couch, my captor softly whispered into my ear.
“Now, we are going to slowly turn around and sit down. Okay? Moan for me if you understood.”
“Fummph yommp!!”
“I take that as a yes. While turning around take a good look at my partner.”
And with that he started to turn me around and finally saw one of my attackers. In the middle of my living room stood a tall, athletic man wearing all black except for the red bandana covering the lower half of his face. Although I couldn’t see it, I was sure he was smiling under that bandana. He was carrying a gym bag on his shoulder. I thought they brought for my valuables but it looked already fully packed with something.
“It’s very nice to meet you. I would say you can call me Mr. Red but you are not going to do much talking for the rest of the night.” said Mr. Red.
After sitting down with his partner, I tried to turn around to look at the captor responsible for keeping me quiet. He was also a tall man, dressed in the same way, although he was wearing a blue bandana over his face.
“And you can call me Mr. Blue. That is, if we let you speak during our stay. Because we are welcomed to stay at your place for the night, right?”
“MMMmmmpph!!!” I tried to shake my head, but Mr. Blue was holding it tight and forced me to nod instead.
“It’s very generous of you! Now we have to blindfold you for a moment, so Mr. Red can take off his mask and close the shades on your windows. We don’t want the neighbors peeking in while we’re having fun, right? Good thing that you’re already wearing a blindfold.” said Mr. Blue and pulled down my own bandana over eyes.
“Mmmppf!” I tried to speak and struggle but Mr. Blue’s hands and arms held me tightly. I could here Mr. Red walking around my apartment and closing the shades on all of the windows before coming back to the living room.
“Let the fun begin!” said Mr. Red. “You can remove the blindfold now. We don’t want our little friend to miss the show.”
Mr. Blue pulled the bandana back to my forehead. Mr. Red was standing in the middle of the room again with a coil of rope in his hand. Now I know what their gym bag was filled with. He was about to start tying my ankles with it when I panicked and started to kick like crazy, and hitting him in the head with my feet.
“Fuck!” yelled Mr. Red.
“Are you alright?” asked Mr. Blue.
“Yes, it’s nothing serious, though he barely missed my eyes. Let’s continue for now, but don’t think that I’ll forget about this.”
This time he put my legs up on the couch and sat on my thighs, just under the pouch of my jockstrap and started to wrap rope around my ankles forcing them together.
“Mmmpph!” I moaned as it got tighter and tighter.
“Oh, don’t be a pussy now that you kicked my buddy in his face.” said Mr. Blue while shaking my head with his hand still over my mouth. I tried to turn my head and look at him. I had to look desperately, because he said:
“Aw, I love those helpless eyes. and you are right, boy. You are not going anywhere, and we are not going anywhere. At least for tonight. The only difference is that we can leave whenever we want, while you will be stuck here bound and gagged.”
I widened my eye and tried to shake my head.
“Of course we are going to gag you! I can’t keep my hand on your mouth all night. Although I love handgagging a cute boy like you.” he shook my head again.
“And it’s going to be a nasty gag after that kick of yours!” joined Mr. Red the pretty one-sided conversation. He finished tying my ankles and moved up to my knees, then to my thighs. My legs were completely immobilized with rope forcing them together at three different points.
“Although, to be honest, I think you will enjoy it. At least that’s what I felt under myself while sitting on you.” continued Mr. Red with something that looked like an evil grin under his stupid bandana.
I didn’t know what he meant so I followed his eyes that were looking at my body and “OH MY GOD WHY DO I HAVE A BONER?” During the shock of, well, you know… GETTING MY HOME FUCKING INVADED BY MASKED BURGLARS, I did not even notice what was going on under my jockstrap. The dirty loincloth was so tense, my cock was ready to burst out from under it once the stitches of the jockstrap give in. Many questions popped up in my head almost immediately.
“Am I… Am I…enjoying this??? Enjoying what? The big, strong, masked men? I am not gay. Or am I? That’s why I like jockstraps? Or is it the bondage part? The feeling of helplessness as I am getting tied up, while a strong hand keeps my mouth shut? Oh my god I think these thoughts just made my boner bigger!”
“Don’t worry!” said Mr. Red. “We will take care of that. That’s actually why we are here.”
I looked at him confused.
“Whhmmm?” I tried to ask.
“You know, we don’t care about your valuables or your apartment.” said Mr. Blue from behind me. “Though we might take a few things from your fridge while we stay here.” he laughed as he said it, but it wasn’t an evil laugh. He sounded like your friend who keeps crashing at your apartment and eats your food.
“We were watching you for a while now, Jason.” continued Mr. Red.
“You know my name??” what I wanted to say, but it came out as:
“Ymmg nnmp mh nnmm?”
“Yes, we do know your name. But don’t get used to it! We won’t really use it, boy. Like I said, we were watching you for a while now. Not because we wanted to rob you, but because we wanted to have some fun with you. We only started to follow you home once we decided that you’re the one we want to play with. But before that, we were watching you at the gym and while you were running. Not just because of your beautiful body and your nice purple set, but because of your behavior. Because of the little signs, that you’re not just gay, but also have a kinky mind.” At his last sentence I could see that evil grin in his eyes again. Mr. Blue took over:
“Do you know how many times you turn around when there’s someone in the locker room wearing a jockstrap? Although you react like that to any dirty sock or underwear if they are sweaty enough, right? We even tested it ourselves by wearing jockstraps, and you always took the bait, although I am sure you don’t remember us, unless you remember our ass or jockstrap. But there were other things we noticed, too. Have you realized you have a thing for bandanas?
“Mmmpphh??” It was a confused “mmmpph”. What did he mean by that? Just because I always wear my lucky bandana?
“True. You always wear one (and by the way, you might want to wash it, because we have never seen you without it and we can only hope that you wash it sometimes), but you also turn around when you see a guy wearing one, whether as a headband or around his neck. We wanted to come in ski masks first, but we decided to put on bandanas instead, just for you!” He winked at me.
“Lastly,” Mr. Red continued. “there’s another thing we noticed and it was the most exciting one. You know what else made you always look around? The sound of duct tape. Whenever someone started to tear something that sounded like duct tape you turned around with excitement on your face. It’s no use to deny it, boy. As your kinky fellows we just couldn’t resist to introduce you to the world of bondage. True, this time we brought ropes instead of duct tape but we are sure that you are going to enjoy it anyway, and there’s always next time” This time he was the one that winked at me.
“Nmmphh tmmpf??”
“But let’s concentrate on this bondage meeting, shall we? Your arms are still free, after all.”
“Good, because my arms are getting tired.” said Mr. Blue. “Throw some ropes here, please!”
Two coils of rope landed on the couch next to us.
“Now come here and take his mouth from me so I can work on his arms.”
Mr. Red came and sat on my lap. They switched their hands on my mouth and brought my arms behind my back. Now that he had a free hand Mr. Blue reached for the ropes and started to tie them around my wrists. I didn’t resist. My legs were already tied up, so there was no way for me to escape. Besides, I was busy going through all of the things they said to me in my head.
“Am I really into all of this? The ropes? The handgag? The bandanas? Do all of these turn me on? The scary part is, that a part of me wants to let them tie me up, and god, I am kind of excited about them gagging me. They said they were going to gag me. But they haven’t brought any duct tape. And I don’t think I have any at home. What are they going to use? Wait, am I really thinking about this? I should be moaning and struggling non-stop. Am I really enjoying this? Not like I could do anything against it.”
“You have become awfully quiet, boy.” said Mr. Red. He leaned closed to my face, his bandana rubbing against his own hand over my mouth. “Don’t worry!” he whispered. “We are going to take good care of you.”
I’m pretty sure he tried to kiss me over the bandana mask and the handgag, which somehow turned me on even more.
In the meantime, after securing my hands at my wrists, Mr. Blue also wrapped rope around my upper arms, pinning them each to the sides of my chest. I wasn’t going anywhere, and couldn’t do anything about my situation.
“This is where the real fun begins.” said Mr. Red. “May I go first, or would you like to start?”
“You can be first. Just let me have a hold of his mouth.”
“You know we could just gag him, right?”
“Yeah, I know, but I just love having my hand tightly clamped over his mouth.”
“Suit yourself.” said Mr. Red, while letting go of my mouth.
Before I could have said anything, Mr. Blue’s hand was back on my mouth again. He also wrapped an arm around my upper body, but it wasn’t as tight as before. It was more like a hug than him keeping me secured. The ropes did that for him.
“Just enjoy the show!” he whispered into my ear. What show?
Mr. Red pulled out his phone from his pocket, and put on some music. This music… “Is he going to strip in front of us??” Yes. That’s exactly what happened. He was moving his whole body to the rhythm of the music, while firstly pulling off the black hood from his head. He had quite long brown hair under that hood, but most of his face was still hidden under that sexy red bandana. “Did I just say sexy red bandana? Oh my god I AM into this!” Based on the part of his face I could see, he must have been in his early 30s. He pulled down the zipper of his leather jacket and slowly slipped out of it. He was wearing a red tight T-shirt that showed some of what’s under that and oh my god I wanted to see what’s under that. But before that he flexed his muscled for us so his T-shirt looked even tighter.
“You’re beautiful, honey!” said Mr. Blue.
“Well, of course, we are not going to the gym only to find a nice little kinky boy for us, after all.”
“Honey? They are husbands? Or at least a couple. Although, I am not sure I should be surprised. They wouldn’t do all of this if they were just friends. Breaking into a home? Tying up the owner? Sure, typical heterosexual best friend activities, but doing all these for their kinky fantasies should have given them away.”
Finally, Mr. Red reached down and started to pull off his T-shirt and I wasn’t sure if that’s possible, but I got even hornier looking at his hairy, muscled, naked upper body paired with two beautiful hairy armpits. “Did I just use the word beautiful to describe armpits?” Mr. Red threw his sweaty T-shirt towards us. Mr. Blue caught it, and took a big whiff of it through his mask.
“Oooh yes. It was a great idea to go to the gym before coming here.” sighed Mr. Blue. I could only smell it from a distance but I wasn’t sure if I was agreeing him, considering that it REEKED. And yet, my head kept slowly moving toward the sweaty T-shirt until Mr. Blue pulled it away.
“Oh no, not yet, cutie boy. Don’t worry, you’ll have time to get well acquainted with our smell, but this day is all about you!”
“What did he mean buy that? All about me?”
The show continued by Mr. Red slipping out of sneakers, showing us his dirty looking red socks, while the sneakers, just like the T-shirt, ended up with us on the couch, with Mr. Blue smelling them, and yet again, not letting me to take a single whiff of them. “Why do I want them so badly??”
The next surprise came after Mr. Red pulled down his black jeans. Red socks, red bandana, and, of course, a red jockstrap which, just as the socks, looked heavily used. And they were the one complaining that I don’t wash my lucky bandana. Although beside sweat stains I could also see fresh stains of precum, so I guess he was just as horny as me. He tossed aside his jeans and slowly moved his hand around his whole body.
“I like the view.” said Mr. Blue. Unfortunately, I could feel in my ass how much he liked it. “And as I can see, this boy likes it just as much as I do.“
There was no point denying it. My jockstrap looked so tense with that huge boner of mine that I was surprised it didn’t tear apart.
“Then I think it’s your turn.” replied Mr. Red, who was now wearing nothing but his red bandana, jockstrap and socks. I had a feeling about what Mr. Blue was wearing under his clothes…
They switched places again, but before Mr. Blue could have started the show, Mr. Red said:
“I know my buddy likes to keep you quiet, but I don’t want to keep my hand over my mouth the whole time, so let’s do something about it.“
“Mmmmppph?” I moaned into his hand.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. For now…”
And with that, he untied my bandana over my forehead, and retied it over my mouth so tightly that I had to moan. It covered my whole mouth, and although I realized that it’s not as effective as seen in the movies, I also realized that it wasn’t to keep my quiet. It was a sign for me to shut up. And so I did.
Mr. Red wrapped both of his hands around my body, hugging me gently, while we watched Mr. Blue enjoying the spotlight. Under his hoodie he had short blond hair and must have been around the same age as Mr. Red. He rubbed his hands against his bandana mask which I somehow find really sexy. He also took off his leader jacket. Did they dress as blue and red version of the same set? Because yes, he was wearing a tight blue T-shirt under his jacket and it was obvious, that they both went regularly to the gym. He raised his arm above his head, exposing huge sweat stains under his armpit, and taking a whiff of each of them.
“I can’t wait to smell them myself.” said Mr. Red. There was excitement in his voice and in his pants, too, as I could feel it.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get there soon!” Mr. Blue winked at both of us.
He took off is already sweat soaked T-shirt and rubbed his whole upper body and pits with it, before throwing it to Mr. Red. It barely touched my face, but the feeling of his drenched T-shirt sent shivers down my spine. Mr. Red took a big whiff of it, while staring at his stripping partner, who was already stepping out of his sneakers, revealing his (of course) blue socks. God, I wanted to smell those socks so badly.
He unbuckled his belt and let his jeans slowly slip down as he was moved around. As it fall lower and lower, revealing his blue jockstrap, that didn’t look any cleaner than Mr. Red’s one, my boner got bigger and bigger. What I did not expect was Mr. Red reaching down and starting to stroke it through my jockstrap.
“We are glad you are enjoying this.” he whispered into my ear.
After tossing his jeans aside, Mr. Blue, wearing only his blue bandana, jockstrap and socks walked up to us, with the music still going on in the background. He kneeled down at the end of the couch and… ”Is he sniffing my socks??” That’s what he did. I could feel his hands on my feet and I could here him take big whiffs of them, while Mr. Red was still stroking my dick.
“I think we should change him into a more flexible position. I want smell these nice pits.” said Mr. Red while sticking his fingers under my pits that he couldn’t expose since my upper arms for tied my chest.
“You’re right. We should also blindfold him again. I want to take off my mask so I can 100% smell these nasty socks.”
And with that, they started to loosen the ropes around me to retie me in a new way. My wrists were tied together again, but this time in front of me, and Mr. Red immediately moved my arms up above my head, exposing my armpits that were still sweaty from my running earlier. They stank up the whole room. In the meantime, Mr. Blue got rid of all of the ropes around my legs. After he finished, he grabbed the waistband of my jockstrap and pulled it all the way down, taking it off. My cock was suddenly free, and it was so hard as I had never seen before. Although it did not escape their attention, Mr. Blue was more focused on my freshly removed jockstrap. He took huge whiffs of it, which was always followed by a big sigh, before turning towards me with an evil grin under his mask.
“Whammm?” I asked through my gag.
“Oh, nothing. Hey, honey, I think this would be perfect.” and he tossed my dirty jockstrap to Mr. Red, who also smelled it through his mask.
“Oh yes, it is. When was the last time you washed them?” he asked me.
“Maymme mmo meems?”
“Two weeks? Damn. You should wash these more often. You may never know when two guys are going to break into your home and use them as your blindfold.”
“Whamm??” I asked as he pulled my own dirty, sweaty jockstrap over my head. My whole face was covered by the loincloth that was still wet from my run and I could feel the sweat all over my face. And oh my god the smell. You don’t always smell your own clothes, but it’s different when it’s literally covering your face and the only way to breath is through it. He pulled the supporting straps behind my back and somehow made a knot on them, because I could feel the cloth getting tighter on my face. I could see the light coming through it but nothing else.
“Finally!” said Mr. Blue. “I wanted to take off my mask for so long to do this.“
I heard him come closer to us, then I heard the two men kissing each other right next to my head. They sounded really passionate until Mr. Red said:
“Don’t worry, darling! We’ll have plenty of time for each other, but for now let’s concentrate on our new friend.” and as he said this, I could feel his nose in my armpits, smelling them loudly.
“Yes, you are right.” said Mr. Blue. “We don’t want him to get bored.“
Suddenly one of them started to stroke my dick but I couldn’t see who. What I knew for sure was that Mr. Blue walked back to the end of the couch and started to smell my socks again, this time without his mask. I could feel his nose rubbing against my socked feet. In the meantime, Mr. Red had gotten more and more intense smelling my armpits. But he didn’t stop there. I could suddenly feel his cold tongue on the skin of my pits. He was literally licking my sweat soaked armpits.
“MMMMMPphhhh!” I moaned as it kind of tickled me.
Mr. Red put his hand over my jockstrap covering face on the part where my already gagged mouth was, signing me to stay quiet.
“Here! Use this!” I heard Mr. Blue, as he pulled one of my socks off my foot. I didn’t know what happened, but I could feel someone rubbing a cloth (presumably my already sweaty sock) into my pits.
“You deserve to be gagged with your own sock, soaked with your own sweat, but I still remember that kick from earlier, so I have different plans for you. Until then, this should muffle your noise enough.” and with that, Mr. Red pulled the jockstrap from my face, put the dirty sock into the pouch then secured it again to my face. If it wasn’t embarrassing enough to be forced to smell my own jockstrap, now the scent from my sock was mixed with the already rotten smell. I thought I was going to throw up. I know that it was kind of my fault, considering they were my own sweaty gear that I should have washed ages ago, but who would have thought I would end up like this.
“From now on, whenever I don’t want to wash my clothes, I have to remind myself: Hey, what if two men break into you home, tie you up and force you to smell your own sweaty clothes? It’s ridiculous but hey, look at your current situation.”
Suddenly Mr. Blue made me spread my legs and before I had time to realize what’s happening, he pushed his face between my legs, taking a huge whiff of my balls and my hole. “Why would he do that?”
“Aaaw it’s amazing. Thank god, that we came here after your run!” he said, and shoved his face back between my legs.
“Mmmph!” I whimpered.
“How does that sock smell, buddy?” Mr. Red mocked me.
“Mmmmmmph!”
“That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, you’ll get to know our smell as well! But I have to admit, that jockstrap looks really good on you. Don’t you agree?”
I could feel Mr. Blue removing his face from my balls.
“Oh, absolutely! Especially since there’s nothing now hiding this beautiful dick of his.” he said and stroked my boner.
“You’re right! It’s almost as huge as yours!”
“Aaaaw, thanks, honey! Let’s see if tastes as nice as yours!”
Suddenly I could feel Mr. Blue swallowing my whole cock. It felt amazing. The longer he sucked the hornier I got. I was also moving my torso upwards, technically fucking his mouth.
“It looks like our little friend is really enjoying this.” said Mr. Red and I could feel him move towards my dick. While Mr. Blue was playing with the top of it with his tongue, Mr. Red was stroking it with his hand and oh my god, I have never felt this amazing.
“Would you like to cum?” asked suddenly Mr. Red.
“Ymmp!” I nodded.
“You know, now that I think of it, I am not sure you deserve it.”
“MMmmph??”
“Remember that kick? Because I do remember. What do you think?”
“Well, two strangers just broke into his home, tied him up, and forced him to smell his own sweaty stuff. The least he deserves is us letting him cum. I think this time he should get off easily. We’ll have plenty of time for edging and chastity!”
“Yes, you are right. Then, shall we?”
They grabbed my dick together, and started to stroke it, faster and faster. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and getting pushed over it. I shot my load onto my own chest again, and again, until a big part of my upper body was covered in jizz. But then, now that I wasn’t horny anymore, reality hit me. “What am I doing? I am bound and gagged by strangers who has just gotten advantage of me! Why am I okay with this?” I started to panic.
“LMMP MMEH GMPPH!!” I yelled into my gag and struggled, with only my wrists tied together.
“Yeah, we should have seen this coming.” I heard Mr. Blue saying it. “Let’s get him more secured again!”
And in a few minutes, I was tied up again in the already familiar position, with my hands behind my back, arms pinned to my chest, and legs tied together at several points.
“LMPH MMPEH GMPH!” I kept yelling, or more like moaning.
“I think we should upgrade that gag, too!” said Mr. Red.
I could feel someone taking off my other sock from my foot, rubbing over my chest, cleaning up all the cum with it. I could feel that it was totally drenched since I came a lot. Next, someone lifted the jockstrap and the sock over my face just enough to reach the bandana gag under it. I could here Mr. Red:
“Before I remove this gag, we want you to know, that the shame, anger and fear that you feel right now is alright, and it won’t always be there. You feel like this because you haven’t accepted this part of yourself yet and this is your first time doing this, but in time this feeling will go away. But for now, we want you to think about what happened tonight, and how you actually felt about it. Alright? Nod for me, if you understood.”
I slowly nodded.
“Good. Now I am going to remove the gag, and you are going to open your mouth without making any sound. Understood?”
I nodded again.
“Good.”
He pulled down my purple bandana from my face and I opened my mouth. I swear I didn’t mean to speak, but then he said:
“Put a sock in it!”
“WhammmMMMMPHHH!”
The taste that entered my mouth was like anything I have ever tasted and unfortunately, I knew why. He didn’t just gag me with my own sweaty sock, that I hadn’t changed for two weeks and was running in them not so long ago, but this sock was also soaked with my own cum! The taste of sweat-cum mixture exploded in my mouth. I wanted to scream, I wanted to throw up, I wanted to cry.
“That’s for the kick!” he said.
I tried to push the sock out with my tongue, which forced me to push my tongue into the pools of cum on my sock, but my captors didn’t let it happen. They were quick enough to push the sock back into my mouth, this time even deeper, and tying the damn bandana over my mouth again, even tighter then before. As a finishing touch, they pulled back the jockstrap with my other sock in it back over my face. I shook my head like crazy, but it didn’t do anything. The sperm-covered sock was staying in my mouth, and my sweaty sock and jockstrap were staying over my face. The taste and the smell were intoxicating.
“How do you like that?” I heard Mr. Blue joining the mocking. “You like the taste? No? Well, that’s too damn bad, because you are going to taste ours, too! So, you’d better learn to like it, starting with your own!” he said as he patted on my jockstrap covered face.
“Let’s get him ready for the night!” I heard Mr. Red, while - I think - he went through the gym bag they brought.
He threw something on the floor before lifting me up with Mr. Blue and also laying me down next to the couch. They started to pull something over my legs and I finally realized what it was. They were putting me into a sack! Or at least it felt like a huge burlap sack, the ones people use for potatoes. They pulled it higher and higher up over my body until they reached my shoulders. They sat me up against the couch, my head still out of the sack.
“Now.” I heard Mr. Blue. “We all head a long day, so are you ready to go to sleep?
“NNNPH!” I shook my head.
“I think he is. Good night then!“ said Mr. Red and pushed my head into the sack, finally covering my whole body. They tied rope around the opening so there was no way for me to get out.
“Mmmmpphh!“ I tried to move around in the sack. Even though it was a large sack, it didn’t have much space for me to struggle.
“If you keep moving around like that, we’re going to have to wrap more rope around you. Would you like that? No? Then don’t fuss!” said Mr. Red.
I stopped. There was nothing I could do about this.
“Good. If I were you, I’d try to go to sleep. We’re going to have an exciting day tomorrow!” said Mr. Blue. “We’re going to teach you how to make purple!”
“How to make purple? What the hell did he mean by that?”
I could hear them walk into my bedroom, turning off the lights. There I was, tied up inside a sack in my own living room, gagged with own sweaty sock covered in my own cum, secured with my (not so) lucky bandana, while my other sock and dirty jockstrap covered my face. And the worst part? I was horny again. I guess I really have to think about what they said to me earlier.
I was about to fall asleep when I could hear a squeaking sound repeatedly coming from my bedroom. “Are they fucking in my bed?? Oh god, now I have to burn my sheets. Or I could smell them. WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? I really do have some things to think about... And what did he mean by “how to make purple”?”
TO BE CONTINUED
Synopsys: A young man's home gets invaded my by two men, who have decided to make him their new kinky friend.
Tags: bondage, ropes, burglars, home invasion, OTM gag, armpits, jockstrap, sockgag
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I just got back from my run during a summer evening. My whole body was covered in sweat due to the heat so I couldn’t wait to get out of my running clothes soaked in sweat. I closed the door to my apartment and walked into the kitchen. I took off my T-shirt, rubbed my upper body and armpits with it then threw it onto one of the chairs at the table. I slipped out of my compression shorts and threw them after my T-shirt. One of the great things about living alone is that there’s nobody to complain about my dirty clothes left around the house. So, I was standing there, wearing only a pair of purple socks, a purple jockstrap (I know, not the most common underwear for running, but I feel comfortable in them for some reason I can’t explain), and my lucky - you guessed it – purple bandana over my forehead. What can I say, I just love purple. They all needed a good wash since I can’t remember the last time they were in a washing machine but hey, like I said, there was nobody to complain about the smell. As I was walking into my living room suddenly I remembered:
“Did I lock the door?” I asked myself loudly. What I did not expect was a voice answering from behind be.
“No, you did not.”
Before I could have turned around a giant gloved hand came from behind my back and got clamped over my mouth.
“Mmmpph!” I tried to scream but the hand silenced any noise coming from my mouth.
I reached up to pull the hand from my mouth but another arm came around and pinned them to my chest.
“Let’s walk to the couch together, shall we?” said the voice behind my back while already dragging me to my couch in the living room. While “walking” I heard someone else moving behind my back so there were at least two intruders. When we reached the couch, my captor softly whispered into my ear.
“Now, we are going to slowly turn around and sit down. Okay? Moan for me if you understood.”
“Fummph yommp!!”
“I take that as a yes. While turning around take a good look at my partner.”
And with that he started to turn me around and finally saw one of my attackers. In the middle of my living room stood a tall, athletic man wearing all black except for the red bandana covering the lower half of his face. Although I couldn’t see it, I was sure he was smiling under that bandana. He was carrying a gym bag on his shoulder. I thought they brought for my valuables but it looked already fully packed with something.
“It’s very nice to meet you. I would say you can call me Mr. Red but you are not going to do much talking for the rest of the night.” said Mr. Red.
After sitting down with his partner, I tried to turn around to look at the captor responsible for keeping me quiet. He was also a tall man, dressed in the same way, although he was wearing a blue bandana over his face.
“And you can call me Mr. Blue. That is, if we let you speak during our stay. Because we are welcomed to stay at your place for the night, right?”
“MMMmmmpph!!!” I tried to shake my head, but Mr. Blue was holding it tight and forced me to nod instead.
“It’s very generous of you! Now we have to blindfold you for a moment, so Mr. Red can take off his mask and close the shades on your windows. We don’t want the neighbors peeking in while we’re having fun, right? Good thing that you’re already wearing a blindfold.” said Mr. Blue and pulled down my own bandana over eyes.
“Mmmppf!” I tried to speak and struggle but Mr. Blue’s hands and arms held me tightly. I could here Mr. Red walking around my apartment and closing the shades on all of the windows before coming back to the living room.
“Let the fun begin!” said Mr. Red. “You can remove the blindfold now. We don’t want our little friend to miss the show.”
Mr. Blue pulled the bandana back to my forehead. Mr. Red was standing in the middle of the room again with a coil of rope in his hand. Now I know what their gym bag was filled with. He was about to start tying my ankles with it when I panicked and started to kick like crazy, and hitting him in the head with my feet.
“Fuck!” yelled Mr. Red.
“Are you alright?” asked Mr. Blue.
“Yes, it’s nothing serious, though he barely missed my eyes. Let’s continue for now, but don’t think that I’ll forget about this.”
This time he put my legs up on the couch and sat on my thighs, just under the pouch of my jockstrap and started to wrap rope around my ankles forcing them together.
“Mmmpph!” I moaned as it got tighter and tighter.
“Oh, don’t be a pussy now that you kicked my buddy in his face.” said Mr. Blue while shaking my head with his hand still over my mouth. I tried to turn my head and look at him. I had to look desperately, because he said:
“Aw, I love those helpless eyes. and you are right, boy. You are not going anywhere, and we are not going anywhere. At least for tonight. The only difference is that we can leave whenever we want, while you will be stuck here bound and gagged.”
I widened my eye and tried to shake my head.
“Of course we are going to gag you! I can’t keep my hand on your mouth all night. Although I love handgagging a cute boy like you.” he shook my head again.
“And it’s going to be a nasty gag after that kick of yours!” joined Mr. Red the pretty one-sided conversation. He finished tying my ankles and moved up to my knees, then to my thighs. My legs were completely immobilized with rope forcing them together at three different points.
“Although, to be honest, I think you will enjoy it. At least that’s what I felt under myself while sitting on you.” continued Mr. Red with something that looked like an evil grin under his stupid bandana.
I didn’t know what he meant so I followed his eyes that were looking at my body and “OH MY GOD WHY DO I HAVE A BONER?” During the shock of, well, you know… GETTING MY HOME FUCKING INVADED BY MASKED BURGLARS, I did not even notice what was going on under my jockstrap. The dirty loincloth was so tense, my cock was ready to burst out from under it once the stitches of the jockstrap give in. Many questions popped up in my head almost immediately.
“Am I… Am I…enjoying this??? Enjoying what? The big, strong, masked men? I am not gay. Or am I? That’s why I like jockstraps? Or is it the bondage part? The feeling of helplessness as I am getting tied up, while a strong hand keeps my mouth shut? Oh my god I think these thoughts just made my boner bigger!”
“Don’t worry!” said Mr. Red. “We will take care of that. That’s actually why we are here.”
I looked at him confused.
“Whhmmm?” I tried to ask.
“You know, we don’t care about your valuables or your apartment.” said Mr. Blue from behind me. “Though we might take a few things from your fridge while we stay here.” he laughed as he said it, but it wasn’t an evil laugh. He sounded like your friend who keeps crashing at your apartment and eats your food.
“We were watching you for a while now, Jason.” continued Mr. Red.
“You know my name??” what I wanted to say, but it came out as:
“Ymmg nnmp mh nnmm?”
“Yes, we do know your name. But don’t get used to it! We won’t really use it, boy. Like I said, we were watching you for a while now. Not because we wanted to rob you, but because we wanted to have some fun with you. We only started to follow you home once we decided that you’re the one we want to play with. But before that, we were watching you at the gym and while you were running. Not just because of your beautiful body and your nice purple set, but because of your behavior. Because of the little signs, that you’re not just gay, but also have a kinky mind.” At his last sentence I could see that evil grin in his eyes again. Mr. Blue took over:
“Do you know how many times you turn around when there’s someone in the locker room wearing a jockstrap? Although you react like that to any dirty sock or underwear if they are sweaty enough, right? We even tested it ourselves by wearing jockstraps, and you always took the bait, although I am sure you don’t remember us, unless you remember our ass or jockstrap. But there were other things we noticed, too. Have you realized you have a thing for bandanas?
“Mmmpphh??” It was a confused “mmmpph”. What did he mean by that? Just because I always wear my lucky bandana?
“True. You always wear one (and by the way, you might want to wash it, because we have never seen you without it and we can only hope that you wash it sometimes), but you also turn around when you see a guy wearing one, whether as a headband or around his neck. We wanted to come in ski masks first, but we decided to put on bandanas instead, just for you!” He winked at me.
“Lastly,” Mr. Red continued. “there’s another thing we noticed and it was the most exciting one. You know what else made you always look around? The sound of duct tape. Whenever someone started to tear something that sounded like duct tape you turned around with excitement on your face. It’s no use to deny it, boy. As your kinky fellows we just couldn’t resist to introduce you to the world of bondage. True, this time we brought ropes instead of duct tape but we are sure that you are going to enjoy it anyway, and there’s always next time” This time he was the one that winked at me.
“Nmmphh tmmpf??”
“But let’s concentrate on this bondage meeting, shall we? Your arms are still free, after all.”
“Good, because my arms are getting tired.” said Mr. Blue. “Throw some ropes here, please!”
Two coils of rope landed on the couch next to us.
“Now come here and take his mouth from me so I can work on his arms.”
Mr. Red came and sat on my lap. They switched their hands on my mouth and brought my arms behind my back. Now that he had a free hand Mr. Blue reached for the ropes and started to tie them around my wrists. I didn’t resist. My legs were already tied up, so there was no way for me to escape. Besides, I was busy going through all of the things they said to me in my head.
“Am I really into all of this? The ropes? The handgag? The bandanas? Do all of these turn me on? The scary part is, that a part of me wants to let them tie me up, and god, I am kind of excited about them gagging me. They said they were going to gag me. But they haven’t brought any duct tape. And I don’t think I have any at home. What are they going to use? Wait, am I really thinking about this? I should be moaning and struggling non-stop. Am I really enjoying this? Not like I could do anything against it.”
“You have become awfully quiet, boy.” said Mr. Red. He leaned closed to my face, his bandana rubbing against his own hand over my mouth. “Don’t worry!” he whispered. “We are going to take good care of you.”
I’m pretty sure he tried to kiss me over the bandana mask and the handgag, which somehow turned me on even more.
In the meantime, after securing my hands at my wrists, Mr. Blue also wrapped rope around my upper arms, pinning them each to the sides of my chest. I wasn’t going anywhere, and couldn’t do anything about my situation.
“This is where the real fun begins.” said Mr. Red. “May I go first, or would you like to start?”
“You can be first. Just let me have a hold of his mouth.”
“You know we could just gag him, right?”
“Yeah, I know, but I just love having my hand tightly clamped over his mouth.”
“Suit yourself.” said Mr. Red, while letting go of my mouth.
Before I could have said anything, Mr. Blue’s hand was back on my mouth again. He also wrapped an arm around my upper body, but it wasn’t as tight as before. It was more like a hug than him keeping me secured. The ropes did that for him.
“Just enjoy the show!” he whispered into my ear. What show?
Mr. Red pulled out his phone from his pocket, and put on some music. This music… “Is he going to strip in front of us??” Yes. That’s exactly what happened. He was moving his whole body to the rhythm of the music, while firstly pulling off the black hood from his head. He had quite long brown hair under that hood, but most of his face was still hidden under that sexy red bandana. “Did I just say sexy red bandana? Oh my god I AM into this!” Based on the part of his face I could see, he must have been in his early 30s. He pulled down the zipper of his leather jacket and slowly slipped out of it. He was wearing a red tight T-shirt that showed some of what’s under that and oh my god I wanted to see what’s under that. But before that he flexed his muscled for us so his T-shirt looked even tighter.
“You’re beautiful, honey!” said Mr. Blue.
“Well, of course, we are not going to the gym only to find a nice little kinky boy for us, after all.”
“Honey? They are husbands? Or at least a couple. Although, I am not sure I should be surprised. They wouldn’t do all of this if they were just friends. Breaking into a home? Tying up the owner? Sure, typical heterosexual best friend activities, but doing all these for their kinky fantasies should have given them away.”
Finally, Mr. Red reached down and started to pull off his T-shirt and I wasn’t sure if that’s possible, but I got even hornier looking at his hairy, muscled, naked upper body paired with two beautiful hairy armpits. “Did I just use the word beautiful to describe armpits?” Mr. Red threw his sweaty T-shirt towards us. Mr. Blue caught it, and took a big whiff of it through his mask.
“Oooh yes. It was a great idea to go to the gym before coming here.” sighed Mr. Blue. I could only smell it from a distance but I wasn’t sure if I was agreeing him, considering that it REEKED. And yet, my head kept slowly moving toward the sweaty T-shirt until Mr. Blue pulled it away.
“Oh no, not yet, cutie boy. Don’t worry, you’ll have time to get well acquainted with our smell, but this day is all about you!”
“What did he mean buy that? All about me?”
The show continued by Mr. Red slipping out of sneakers, showing us his dirty looking red socks, while the sneakers, just like the T-shirt, ended up with us on the couch, with Mr. Blue smelling them, and yet again, not letting me to take a single whiff of them. “Why do I want them so badly??”
The next surprise came after Mr. Red pulled down his black jeans. Red socks, red bandana, and, of course, a red jockstrap which, just as the socks, looked heavily used. And they were the one complaining that I don’t wash my lucky bandana. Although beside sweat stains I could also see fresh stains of precum, so I guess he was just as horny as me. He tossed aside his jeans and slowly moved his hand around his whole body.
“I like the view.” said Mr. Blue. Unfortunately, I could feel in my ass how much he liked it. “And as I can see, this boy likes it just as much as I do.“
There was no point denying it. My jockstrap looked so tense with that huge boner of mine that I was surprised it didn’t tear apart.
“Then I think it’s your turn.” replied Mr. Red, who was now wearing nothing but his red bandana, jockstrap and socks. I had a feeling about what Mr. Blue was wearing under his clothes…
They switched places again, but before Mr. Blue could have started the show, Mr. Red said:
“I know my buddy likes to keep you quiet, but I don’t want to keep my hand over my mouth the whole time, so let’s do something about it.“
“Mmmmppph?” I moaned into his hand.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. For now…”
And with that, he untied my bandana over my forehead, and retied it over my mouth so tightly that I had to moan. It covered my whole mouth, and although I realized that it’s not as effective as seen in the movies, I also realized that it wasn’t to keep my quiet. It was a sign for me to shut up. And so I did.
Mr. Red wrapped both of his hands around my body, hugging me gently, while we watched Mr. Blue enjoying the spotlight. Under his hoodie he had short blond hair and must have been around the same age as Mr. Red. He rubbed his hands against his bandana mask which I somehow find really sexy. He also took off his leader jacket. Did they dress as blue and red version of the same set? Because yes, he was wearing a tight blue T-shirt under his jacket and it was obvious, that they both went regularly to the gym. He raised his arm above his head, exposing huge sweat stains under his armpit, and taking a whiff of each of them.
“I can’t wait to smell them myself.” said Mr. Red. There was excitement in his voice and in his pants, too, as I could feel it.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get there soon!” Mr. Blue winked at both of us.
He took off is already sweat soaked T-shirt and rubbed his whole upper body and pits with it, before throwing it to Mr. Red. It barely touched my face, but the feeling of his drenched T-shirt sent shivers down my spine. Mr. Red took a big whiff of it, while staring at his stripping partner, who was already stepping out of his sneakers, revealing his (of course) blue socks. God, I wanted to smell those socks so badly.
He unbuckled his belt and let his jeans slowly slip down as he was moved around. As it fall lower and lower, revealing his blue jockstrap, that didn’t look any cleaner than Mr. Red’s one, my boner got bigger and bigger. What I did not expect was Mr. Red reaching down and starting to stroke it through my jockstrap.
“We are glad you are enjoying this.” he whispered into my ear.
After tossing his jeans aside, Mr. Blue, wearing only his blue bandana, jockstrap and socks walked up to us, with the music still going on in the background. He kneeled down at the end of the couch and… ”Is he sniffing my socks??” That’s what he did. I could feel his hands on my feet and I could here him take big whiffs of them, while Mr. Red was still stroking my dick.
“I think we should change him into a more flexible position. I want smell these nice pits.” said Mr. Red while sticking his fingers under my pits that he couldn’t expose since my upper arms for tied my chest.
“You’re right. We should also blindfold him again. I want to take off my mask so I can 100% smell these nasty socks.”
And with that, they started to loosen the ropes around me to retie me in a new way. My wrists were tied together again, but this time in front of me, and Mr. Red immediately moved my arms up above my head, exposing my armpits that were still sweaty from my running earlier. They stank up the whole room. In the meantime, Mr. Blue got rid of all of the ropes around my legs. After he finished, he grabbed the waistband of my jockstrap and pulled it all the way down, taking it off. My cock was suddenly free, and it was so hard as I had never seen before. Although it did not escape their attention, Mr. Blue was more focused on my freshly removed jockstrap. He took huge whiffs of it, which was always followed by a big sigh, before turning towards me with an evil grin under his mask.
“Whammm?” I asked through my gag.
“Oh, nothing. Hey, honey, I think this would be perfect.” and he tossed my dirty jockstrap to Mr. Red, who also smelled it through his mask.
“Oh yes, it is. When was the last time you washed them?” he asked me.
“Maymme mmo meems?”
“Two weeks? Damn. You should wash these more often. You may never know when two guys are going to break into your home and use them as your blindfold.”
“Whamm??” I asked as he pulled my own dirty, sweaty jockstrap over my head. My whole face was covered by the loincloth that was still wet from my run and I could feel the sweat all over my face. And oh my god the smell. You don’t always smell your own clothes, but it’s different when it’s literally covering your face and the only way to breath is through it. He pulled the supporting straps behind my back and somehow made a knot on them, because I could feel the cloth getting tighter on my face. I could see the light coming through it but nothing else.
“Finally!” said Mr. Blue. “I wanted to take off my mask for so long to do this.“
I heard him come closer to us, then I heard the two men kissing each other right next to my head. They sounded really passionate until Mr. Red said:
“Don’t worry, darling! We’ll have plenty of time for each other, but for now let’s concentrate on our new friend.” and as he said this, I could feel his nose in my armpits, smelling them loudly.
“Yes, you are right.” said Mr. Blue. “We don’t want him to get bored.“
Suddenly one of them started to stroke my dick but I couldn’t see who. What I knew for sure was that Mr. Blue walked back to the end of the couch and started to smell my socks again, this time without his mask. I could feel his nose rubbing against my socked feet. In the meantime, Mr. Red had gotten more and more intense smelling my armpits. But he didn’t stop there. I could suddenly feel his cold tongue on the skin of my pits. He was literally licking my sweat soaked armpits.
“MMMMMPphhhh!” I moaned as it kind of tickled me.
Mr. Red put his hand over my jockstrap covering face on the part where my already gagged mouth was, signing me to stay quiet.
“Here! Use this!” I heard Mr. Blue, as he pulled one of my socks off my foot. I didn’t know what happened, but I could feel someone rubbing a cloth (presumably my already sweaty sock) into my pits.
“You deserve to be gagged with your own sock, soaked with your own sweat, but I still remember that kick from earlier, so I have different plans for you. Until then, this should muffle your noise enough.” and with that, Mr. Red pulled the jockstrap from my face, put the dirty sock into the pouch then secured it again to my face. If it wasn’t embarrassing enough to be forced to smell my own jockstrap, now the scent from my sock was mixed with the already rotten smell. I thought I was going to throw up. I know that it was kind of my fault, considering they were my own sweaty gear that I should have washed ages ago, but who would have thought I would end up like this.
“From now on, whenever I don’t want to wash my clothes, I have to remind myself: Hey, what if two men break into you home, tie you up and force you to smell your own sweaty clothes? It’s ridiculous but hey, look at your current situation.”
Suddenly Mr. Blue made me spread my legs and before I had time to realize what’s happening, he pushed his face between my legs, taking a huge whiff of my balls and my hole. “Why would he do that?”
“Aaaw it’s amazing. Thank god, that we came here after your run!” he said, and shoved his face back between my legs.
“Mmmph!” I whimpered.
“How does that sock smell, buddy?” Mr. Red mocked me.
“Mmmmmmph!”
“That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, you’ll get to know our smell as well! But I have to admit, that jockstrap looks really good on you. Don’t you agree?”
I could feel Mr. Blue removing his face from my balls.
“Oh, absolutely! Especially since there’s nothing now hiding this beautiful dick of his.” he said and stroked my boner.
“You’re right! It’s almost as huge as yours!”
“Aaaaw, thanks, honey! Let’s see if tastes as nice as yours!”
Suddenly I could feel Mr. Blue swallowing my whole cock. It felt amazing. The longer he sucked the hornier I got. I was also moving my torso upwards, technically fucking his mouth.
“It looks like our little friend is really enjoying this.” said Mr. Red and I could feel him move towards my dick. While Mr. Blue was playing with the top of it with his tongue, Mr. Red was stroking it with his hand and oh my god, I have never felt this amazing.
“Would you like to cum?” asked suddenly Mr. Red.
“Ymmp!” I nodded.
“You know, now that I think of it, I am not sure you deserve it.”
“MMmmph??”
“Remember that kick? Because I do remember. What do you think?”
“Well, two strangers just broke into his home, tied him up, and forced him to smell his own sweaty stuff. The least he deserves is us letting him cum. I think this time he should get off easily. We’ll have plenty of time for edging and chastity!”
“Yes, you are right. Then, shall we?”
They grabbed my dick together, and started to stroke it, faster and faster. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and getting pushed over it. I shot my load onto my own chest again, and again, until a big part of my upper body was covered in jizz. But then, now that I wasn’t horny anymore, reality hit me. “What am I doing? I am bound and gagged by strangers who has just gotten advantage of me! Why am I okay with this?” I started to panic.
“LMMP MMEH GMPPH!!” I yelled into my gag and struggled, with only my wrists tied together.
“Yeah, we should have seen this coming.” I heard Mr. Blue saying it. “Let’s get him more secured again!”
And in a few minutes, I was tied up again in the already familiar position, with my hands behind my back, arms pinned to my chest, and legs tied together at several points.
“LMPH MMPEH GMPH!” I kept yelling, or more like moaning.
“I think we should upgrade that gag, too!” said Mr. Red.
I could feel someone taking off my other sock from my foot, rubbing over my chest, cleaning up all the cum with it. I could feel that it was totally drenched since I came a lot. Next, someone lifted the jockstrap and the sock over my face just enough to reach the bandana gag under it. I could here Mr. Red:
“Before I remove this gag, we want you to know, that the shame, anger and fear that you feel right now is alright, and it won’t always be there. You feel like this because you haven’t accepted this part of yourself yet and this is your first time doing this, but in time this feeling will go away. But for now, we want you to think about what happened tonight, and how you actually felt about it. Alright? Nod for me, if you understood.”
I slowly nodded.
“Good. Now I am going to remove the gag, and you are going to open your mouth without making any sound. Understood?”
I nodded again.
“Good.”
He pulled down my purple bandana from my face and I opened my mouth. I swear I didn’t mean to speak, but then he said:
“Put a sock in it!”
“WhammmMMMMPHHH!”
The taste that entered my mouth was like anything I have ever tasted and unfortunately, I knew why. He didn’t just gag me with my own sweaty sock, that I hadn’t changed for two weeks and was running in them not so long ago, but this sock was also soaked with my own cum! The taste of sweat-cum mixture exploded in my mouth. I wanted to scream, I wanted to throw up, I wanted to cry.
“That’s for the kick!” he said.
I tried to push the sock out with my tongue, which forced me to push my tongue into the pools of cum on my sock, but my captors didn’t let it happen. They were quick enough to push the sock back into my mouth, this time even deeper, and tying the damn bandana over my mouth again, even tighter then before. As a finishing touch, they pulled back the jockstrap with my other sock in it back over my face. I shook my head like crazy, but it didn’t do anything. The sperm-covered sock was staying in my mouth, and my sweaty sock and jockstrap were staying over my face. The taste and the smell were intoxicating.
“How do you like that?” I heard Mr. Blue joining the mocking. “You like the taste? No? Well, that’s too damn bad, because you are going to taste ours, too! So, you’d better learn to like it, starting with your own!” he said as he patted on my jockstrap covered face.
“Let’s get him ready for the night!” I heard Mr. Red, while - I think - he went through the gym bag they brought.
He threw something on the floor before lifting me up with Mr. Blue and also laying me down next to the couch. They started to pull something over my legs and I finally realized what it was. They were putting me into a sack! Or at least it felt like a huge burlap sack, the ones people use for potatoes. They pulled it higher and higher up over my body until they reached my shoulders. They sat me up against the couch, my head still out of the sack.
“Now.” I heard Mr. Blue. “We all head a long day, so are you ready to go to sleep?
“NNNPH!” I shook my head.
“I think he is. Good night then!“ said Mr. Red and pushed my head into the sack, finally covering my whole body. They tied rope around the opening so there was no way for me to get out.
“Mmmmpphh!“ I tried to move around in the sack. Even though it was a large sack, it didn’t have much space for me to struggle.
“If you keep moving around like that, we’re going to have to wrap more rope around you. Would you like that? No? Then don’t fuss!” said Mr. Red.
I stopped. There was nothing I could do about this.
“Good. If I were you, I’d try to go to sleep. We’re going to have an exciting day tomorrow!” said Mr. Blue. “We’re going to teach you how to make purple!”
“How to make purple? What the hell did he mean by that?”
I could hear them walk into my bedroom, turning off the lights. There I was, tied up inside a sack in my own living room, gagged with own sweaty sock covered in my own cum, secured with my (not so) lucky bandana, while my other sock and dirty jockstrap covered my face. And the worst part? I was horny again. I guess I really have to think about what they said to me earlier.
I was about to fall asleep when I could hear a squeaking sound repeatedly coming from my bedroom. “Are they fucking in my bed?? Oh god, now I have to burn my sheets. Or I could smell them. WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? I really do have some things to think about... And what did he mean by “how to make purple”?”
TO BE CONTINUED
