Chapter 9 - Collared Into Submission
After dozing off for half an hour, Nick woke up and looked through the new grocery bags to see if there was something he could quickly munch on.
The trip was uneventful, they would be arriving at the cottage in less than an hour. Nick was anxious to arrive and get settled for the evening.
It would soon be supper time and cooking a bunch of hot dogs over a camp fire did sound particularly good at the moment.
The trip would be fun. A few nights under the stars, out in the wild, lots of beer and of course, good company. He and Brad would get a lot of fun out of Steven over the next few days. Once at the cottage, they would decide where to spend the later hours of the night.
He had been to Brad's cottage several times before, but Brad had recently setup a camping site clearing, on the edge of one of the lakes about half an hour from the cottage.
Nick knew they were getting closer when the cackling sound of gravel came from under the Jeep wheels.
They were now on a narrow unpaved trail and driving upwards into the mountains. The nights were always colder up there, Nick remembered, it was already getting cooler now that they were picking up elevation.
Nick turned around to check up on Steven.
But what he saw really confused and amused him.
Steven was sleeping, belly to floor, with his face deeply buried inside one of the sneakers he had thrown in the back a bit earlier.
The sneaker might have fallen there after Steven had drifted off, he thought...
No, that's not possible. Steven had his face literally inside it and was taking in deep, steady breaths with his nose.
What the fuck ! Was he actually liking it ?!
Nick turned around without saying anything...completely mesmerized by what he just saw back there.
Steven, was actually willingly sniffing his ripe sneaker !
Forcing another guy to do it unwillingly was one thing, but having him do it on his own initiative was another.
The thought was giving him a massive hard on.
Had Steven just recently developed this thing for his footwear, or has it been going on for a while ?
Steven most likely wasn't expecting to get caught and when he would wake up, he would have no way of knowing his secret was no longer a secret.
Nick would use this to his advantage later on. For now he would play along as though he hadn't seen anything.
'This is getting really good' he thought to himself as he put his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes.
He could only smile when he thought of what was to come.
* * * * *
The sound of a door being slammed close, woke me up suddenly.
'What's happening ? Where am I ?' I thought. In the blink of an eye, the reality of my situation came flooding back in my mind.
The Jeep wasn't running anymore. We were stopped ! 'The cottage !' I remembered. 'Had we arrived already ?!'
My eyes grew wide as I realised I had been sleeping with my face burried inside Nick's hightop sneaker the whole time.
'Shit !' I yelled to myself silently, while moving away from the sneaker and turning my head around, pretending to be asleep.
Luckily the back windows were heavily tinted and I was able to move away quickly without one of them noticing me.
I could only hope one of them hadn't glanced in the back during the drive and I was confident they hadn't.
My heart began pumping loudly in my chest when the back door opened and I was told to wake up.
Slowly I moved to look up at my captor, eyes half closed, to make him think I had just woke up.
It was Nick and I was a little releaved to note he looked a little sleepy himself. Most likely he had been sleeping has well...which boded well for me.
I couldn't help but blush when he picked up his sneaker off the SUV floor and started lacing both of them back up on his socked feet.
Luckily, he hadn't noticed my uncontrolled facial reaction.
I kept my head down, slightly shamed that I did not have better control of my own body.
"Sit up" he ordered while he finished lacing up his sneakers.
That was easier said then done ! Especially with my hands tied behind my back and my feet and knees bound together.
I rolled around until I was lying on my back, raised my knees in the air and used the motion to raise my head and upper body off the ground.
I turned around slightly to see Nick looking down at me from outside the opened back door.
"Turn around and get your legs out here" he ordered.
The back of the Jeep was crowded with junk, but I had a small frame.
I managed to bend my knees enough to turn around 180 degrees. I was sitting on the SUV floor with my legs and feet outside the vehicle like Nick had ordered.
No gentle praise followed...not even an approving glance.
Nick grabbed my lower legs and started unbinding my feet.
He wasn't rough, but he wasn't gentle either.
My feet were set free and the rope was thrown back in the Jeep.
My knees were also freed from the restraints before I was ordered to climb out of the SUV and stand up.
Nick started going through the equipment on the back seat, until he found one of his sports bags.
He started going through it's contents and found what he was looking for.
Zipping the bag back up, he turned back towards me to reveal a thick, leather collar.
I looked up at him and sighed in disbelief as he unlocked the collar and circled it around my neck.
"Shut up" he ordered.
I complied. The collar was thick and high. It covered a large portion of my throat and limited my head movement. I didn't like it at all.
Nick made sure it was nice and tight...too tight for my liking.
I complained about it, or tried to...all I got was a slap on the face for my effort.
Nick grabbed hold of my hair and yanked my head up so I had to look at him.
He was about half a foot taller than me, so meeting his eyes meant looking up...which only accentuated my position in his stupid game.
"Do I need to gag you !?" he asked-threatened. He was annoyed. He wouldn't accept even the slightest bit of uncooperation or resistance.
I shook my head no and resined to casting my eyes downwards, like a good pet.
He let go of my hair.
After going back to the SUV and looking through some other bags, he produced a leather clip-on leash.
I was seriously fucked I thought as he made his way back to me.
He made a point of showing me the two chain links attached to the collar. One at the back of my neck and one at the front of my throat.
He grabbed hold of the front chain link with his finger and pulled it slightly downwards, yanking my neck down and forcing me in a slightly bent down position. Without a word he attached the black leash to the front of the collar, effectively taking away any chance I had of getting some freedom.
He held on to his end of the leash tightly and after closing the SUV's back door, started a circular motion with his wrist until most of the short leash was rolled up around his hand and in his grasp.
He left me with about one foot of leash between the collar and his hand...which was the equivalent of no freedom at all.
I literally had to crawl behind him.
Over the next few days, I would learn that failing to keep up with him resulted in a beating or worst.
Nick half-walked, half-dragged me to the wooden cottage.
Brad was already inside, opening up the windows and checking to see if everything was in working order.
The inside of the cottage was larger than it let on from the outside.
The front door, where I had just walked in, led directly into a large open area room which seemed to contain the kitchen, dining room and livingroom.
At the back of the kitchen area, and open archway seemed to be leading to another set of rooms. Most likely a washroom and a bedroom or two.
I scanned the room quickly and to my delight, the livingroom was equiped with a large TV, one of those older models that weighed a ton.
I was also surprised to see a dvd player with a bunch of movies all around it, an Xbox and a really nice leather couch.
This place was equiped like a real house ! For some reason, when the word 'cottage' was brought up, I had an image of an old and unlit wooden shack come to mind. But this...this was much better.
I COULD actually have some fun here if it were not for this stupid game Nick and Brad were playing.
I knew though that I would have very little fun on this trip. I was collared and leashed like a dog and had a feeling I would not get much slack from either of my captors in the days to come.
A sudden tug on my leash, dragged me out of my thoughts.
"You need to use the toilet ?" Nick asked. But without giving a second thought, I shook my head no.
Brad looked at me inquisitively from accross the room, then suddenly, a sharp pain was felt on my back thighs.
Nick had used the end of the leash to lash out at me hard. The sharp pain caused me to squeal and fall forward onto my knees.
My thighs burned in pain and my collar was now choking me as I kneeled on the floor.
"I'm sorry...i'm sorry" I whimpered.
I received another hard lash on my legs and another.
I yelled out in pain.
"Please stop !" I cried out, but this seemed to irritate Nick even more.
Three more strikes from the leather leash followed, on my bottom and my lower legs, each of them making me yelp in pain.
"Please...I'm sorry master....please no more" I mumbled.
"Let's start over !" Nick angrily prodded.
"Do you need to use the toilet !?"
"No master, I don't" I offered pleadingly.
"Good !" he yelled. "If I have to remind you another time, you'll be spending the rest of the day in a hogtie, got it ?" he continued, talking about my failure to address him as "Master".
"Yes master" I replied obediently.
I couldn't help but wince when I heard Brad snicker. He was obviously enjoying the show.
"Since your already on the floor, you can kiss my feet" Nick added.
If emotions were any easier to read, I would have the word "shame" painted plainly on my face.
I had two choices...either kiss Nick's feet and get it over with, or do anything else and make him angry.
Getting whipped or beat up, wasn't something I was looking forward to. So I bent down and planted my mouth on one of his sneakers and kissed.
I wasn't sure if he wanted me to kiss his sneakers, or to kiss his actual feet...but I didn't dare ask and even less, try to take his sneakers off...not that I could anyways, since he hadn't bothered to untie my bound hands yet. So I just got on with it, kissed both sneakers and looked up.
Nick was sporting a cocky smile, but then took a more serious expression.
"I didn't tell you to stop."
It didn't take me long to understand that he wanted more.
So I bent down again, but this time I kissed and licked both his sneakers with feigned passion.
Suddenly I remembered those were the same sneakers I had planted my face in earlier and couldn't get enough of.
For some reason, what I was doing made me tingle in excitement. I wanted to just get them off Nick's feet and put my face inside.
I could feel my face heating up and could only imagine how red in embarassment I must have looked.
What's worse, Brad was standing behind from a short distance, watching me drool over Nick's sneakered feet.
An agonising minute passed and finally, I was ordered to stop.
"Sorry buddy...need to cut this short." Nick said, nudging my head up with the tip of his saliva covered sneaker.
"I know you like this, but don't worry...you'll be spending lots of time with my sneaks this week." he offered with a wink.
I must have been red like a tomato by now.
I could lie to myself, but I knew deep inside that I was actually looking forward to spending time with his sneakers.
"The big boys need to unpack the Jeep" Nick added. "The only question is what to do with you. I don't want you running off."
"You can take the room you took last time, the one just past the bathroom." Brad mentioned, handing Nick one of the sports bags he had brought in from the Jeep.
"...'kay, thanks" Nick answered.
I felt my body being roughly yanked off the floor. Nick was holding my leash and giving me no slack at all.
I was being lifted off the ground, by my neck. "C'mon ! Get up !" he yelled, kicking me in the rump.
"I'll be in my room, tying him up." he mentioned to Brad. "Then we can grab a few beers and start unloading the Jeep."
I was on my two legs now, but Nick wasn't just content holding my leash...he was holding my collar as well and quickly, he walked-dragged me into the room that served as his bedroom during our stay at the cottage.
I assumed there was only one other bedroom for Brad, since I was being pulled into Nick's room.
The room was bland, small, but looked cozy nontheless. A queen size bed took most of the space in the room.
Nick turned on the light switch, and opened up some curtains, revealing a small window with a view of the woods outside.
He let go of my collar and closed the bedroom door.
I was alone with Nick.
I was uneasy. Nick was...or rather, used to be my best friend. Now I wasn't so sure anymore.
One thing I had learnt so far, Nick wasn't quite has harsh when Brad wasn't around.
But that could change.
He came up close to me until he stood right in front of me, and started fiddling around with my collar.
The leash was detached from it, and I couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh in relief as the collar too was removed.
"Get on the bed" he ordered.
I did, lying down on my belly, hands still bound tightly behind my back.
Nick got on the bed too. One of his knees was planted between my shoulder blades, the other on my lower back.
He was heavy...I could feel his weight pinning me down to the firm mattress.
He began untying my wrists and soon the rope was removed.
Quickly he grabbed both my hands firmly and began squeezing and massaging my wrists.
It felt really good to have my hands freed and have him taking care of those knots that formed in my joints.
The experience was short lived though. I felt a band circle around my wrists and suddenly "ziiiiiiip" my hands where once again stuck together behind my back. This time, no rope was used. Only a thick plastic zip tie. Nick was still on top of me, going through his bag and getting other plastic zip ties out and ready.
"Sorry buddy...don't have time for a fancy tie up." was the only explanation I got.
Another one of those zip ties was circled around my feet and zipped up snuggly.
"You don't need to tie me up...master" I tried pleading.
"Sssshhh !" Nick ordered. "You don't get to tell me what I need or don't need to do." he snapped.
"But I can't go anywhere, I don't even know where we....Mpppphhhff" I tried to tell Nick that I didn't even know where we were, but I suddenly found myself unable to pronounce the words. My lower face was securely clamped beneath his hand.
He got his knees off my back, but instead he layed on top of me, effectively pinning my whole body down and forcing me to struggle for air.
He was really heavy and buff compared to me. Even with my hands and feet untied, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere with him on top of me.
"You want me to gag you ?!" He spoke into my ear.
"No" I tried to answer, but only a "mmhhfff" came out.
I tried to wiggle a bit, but it was no use.
He was holding me down with his arms, his legs and the weight of his body.
The hand he was gagging me with, pressed the back of my head firmly onto his chest.
"Mmmmhhhpppfff" I tried complaining, but the handgag wasn't going away.
I tried to wiggle around some more, but Nick just tensed up his thighs, biceps and pecs, effectively crushing me.
Eventually, I figured out it wasn't doing any good to try and break free or try to fight the handgag.
So I kept quiet and concentrated on breathing steadily through my nose.
He stayed on me like that for a while still, until he was sure I wouldn't start struggling again.
I made no move to get away, so he relaxed his muscles a bit and started talking.
"I'm gonna ignore this and forget it ever happened, for this time ONLY." he said, clamping his hand over my mouth harder and shaking my head slightly to draw my attention. "But you try to make a fuss like that again and you'll be spending a very painful next few days...get it ?!"
I couldn't make an intelligible sound under his handgag, so I resined to keeping still and keeping silent.
I didn't want to make him angry...I really didn't want to go through a painful week.
Keeping still and accepting his hand over my mouth was the most submissive thing I could do...and apparently, Nick thought so too.
Nick said nothing for a whole minute. He just held me there and kept me gagged.
His next words though, hit me like a brick. My whole world felt like it had fallen apart.
"I saw you...what you were doing with my sneaker during the ride" he whispered calmly into my ear.
I couldn't believe it. How could I explain that to him ?!
I was suddenly relieved to be gagged and hoped that he would not give me the chance to explain.
"You were fucking liking it" he continued "...are you crying ?"
I couldn't stop my eyes from watering over and couldn't stop the tear that made it's way down my face and onto the matress.
The sound of my breathing became raspy and was soon replaced by audible sobs.
I was crushed by the realisation that my friend had seen me willingly sniffing his shoe.
This was the worst of feelings...a mix of humiliation, guilt and lots of fear.
"Ssssshhhhh...dude it's okay man." he tried soothing me.
He was apparently finding this funny and amusing. "Maybe, if your really good...Brad doesn't have to know."
At the comment, I couldn't help but let out a plea through his hand. "Mmmmphhhmpphhh".
"Ssshhhh....for now it can stay between you and me" he offered gently.
But I could still detect a hint of humour in his voice. His reassurances were not as comforting as they were meant to be.
He had nothing to gain from keeping this a secret between the two of us.
I knew that sooner or later, he would spill it out to Brad, unless I agreed to make it worth his while to keep it a secret.
"I need to go and start unloading the Jeep..." he said. "Are you gonna be a good boy ?"
I motioned my head 'yes' as best I could.
"Okay, you be good and i'll see about removing the tie-wraps later tonight."
Finally he released me from the unrelenting handgag and lifted himself off my body.
He started going through the sports bag and produced a roll of duct tape. I was expecting him to use half the roll on my face to shut me up, but suddenly he seemed to have another idea and put the tape on the bed beside my head.
Curling up, he removed both of his sneakers and let them fall to the floor.
Even from my position on the bed, I could smell the faint odour that eminated from them.
Nick came closer and started peeling his once-white, now slightly brown socks off his feet.
I knew exactly what they were for.
Nick grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pulled it up a bit closer to him.
"Open your mouth" he prodded, and I obeyed.
I didn't offer any resistance. Straight away, I opened my mouth wide.
"Good boy" he commended before starting to stuff my mouth with one of his worn ankle socks.
Already that would have made a good gag, but that wasn't enough. Nick started stuffing his second ankle sock into my mouth...stuffing it to the limit.
"Keep your mouth closed" he ordered. I obeyed to the best of my ability, although I couldn't close my mouth completely with both his socks stuffing it.
Nick grabbed the roll of duct tape, pressed the end at the back of my upper neck and started bringing the tape around the front of my face, over my mouth.
The tape was brought around one time, a second time and a third time before Nick was satisfied. A strip was torn off the roll and placed on my cheek, under my chin and was pat down on my other cheek. His socks were secured in my mouth...they weren't going anywhere.
Knowing Nick as well as I did, I knew he decided to go 'light' on me with this gag.
He had the habit of going over the top...especially when tape was involved.
Perhaps this was another bit of mercy he had to offer me.
The socks tasted like sweat, but they were not unbearable. The saliva would soon take care of removing most of the taste.
Nick replaced the roll of tape back in the bag and zipped it up.
He got off the bed and started lacing his sneakers back on his bare feet.
"You better still be lying on the bed when I get back." he warned before opening the bedroom door and stepping out.
The door was closed and I could hear his footsteps grow more distant.
I was alone for the time being.
My restraints were meager and not uncomfortable like the previous ones.
The gag was also not so severe and I was lying down on a bed and not a hard vehicle floor.
All in all, this wasn't so bad.
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