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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 101

Postby BoundBoyBeta » Sun Nov 19, 2017 2:41 am

Your clock seems to be broken Pup, either that or you have been silenced. :P

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 102

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Nov 19, 2017 3:27 am

Chapter 102 - Brad's Far-Reaching Grasp

Tuesday, April 25 (2:15 PM)


Jeremy cuffed me to the bed frame in the exact same manner I'd cuffed him earlier.
Arms stretched together, above my head. Legs stretched down and bare feet cuffed together around the steel frame.

It was my turn being defenseless, and the big, boner sticking up in my satin blue shorts didn't show any sign of wanting to go away.


The younger boi tickled the crap out of me.
I was shaking and laughing uncontrollably as my feet, pits, ribs, neck, crotch and inner thighs came under attack.

The green eyed twerp was even more sadistic than I thought.
He was relentless and there was nothing I could do to protect my soles and pits.

I was stretched out, cuffed down, exposed and going nowhere.

At one point, he even grabbed my boner through my shorts and started jerking me off while using is other hand to assault my exposed pits.
I was extremely hard, sweaty and ready to blow my load, but the little devil quickly stopped when he realised I was about to orgasm.


He left for a few minute, only to come back in the room to ask me something.
"I wanna check a video out on Pornhub, but the computer is on sleep mode." he told me, asking me for Nick's login password.
No doubt, he wanted to look something up in the hopes of finding inspiration on what to do to me.
I was only too happy to oblige.

The moment I gave him the password, he scampered back out of the room and quickly went to browse the web, or so I assumed.


That's when things turned sour very fast.



Unable to free my hands and reach for my throbbing boner, I was left there, cuffed to the bed, sweaty and frustrated.


Jeremy came back in the room about fifteen minutes later, but the expression on his face wasn't one of joy or excitement.
I could immediately tell a grey cloud was on the horizon.

"Why didn't you tell me Nick had gone to get my stuff?" he blurted out, looking a little pale.

I looked at him wide eyed, more than a little taken aback by his question.
"Uh...what?" I asked, in a shaky, less-than-convincing voice, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

I hadn't seen him go in Nick's closet.
How could he possibly know about Nick's meeting with Brad?


"Brad just told me Nick already has all my stuff!?" he continued, standing over the bed, looking upset.

"Brad told you?" I questioned, hoping to distract my upset friend by acting surprised that the two were still talking.

Of course! How could I be so stupid!?
He hadn't been browsing on Pornhub at all!


"Yes." came his short, annoyed answer.
"Where's my stuff?" he pressed, almost angrily.

I was tempted to act as though I didn't know, but for some reason I felt as though my fellow sub would see right through my lies.

"In the closet." I answered after a moment of silence.


Jeremy immediately went for the closet and swung the door open before fishing his belongings out.
"I wasn't allowed to tell you." I told him, trying to defend myself. "I think Nick was planning on telling you himself."


The boy looked at me, a deep scowl across his handsome face and left the room without a word.


"Come on man, let me go." I pleaded, rattling the cuffs that kept me restrained to the bed frame.
Jeremy ignored me and made his way back to Nick's computer, where he was no doubt talking to his ex-master.



My friend came back in the room, about half an hour later.

The angry look on his face was gone and was replaced with a look of solid resolve.


He said nothing.
He just walked up to the bed, bent down and picked up the damp, dirty grey sock I'd previously used to gag him.


"Wait...what are you doing?" I asked, a little frightened at my vulnerable predicament.

Jeremy remained quiet.
He quietly climbed onto the bed, straddled my upper chest and grabbed the huge roll of duct tape from the nightstand.

"Come on! No. You have to let me go. Nick's gonna be home in two hours and I need to get mmmpphh!" I cried out, suddenly finding myself with a big wad in my mouth.

"Sorry Steven." came Jeremy's answer.
Most frightening of all, was the lack of remorse in his eyes.
He wasn't the least bit sorry.

"Uugghhmmm!" I protested, trying to get a few words out to explain to him that it was time to let me go and that I had chores to do before Nick got back.

Jeremy just shoved the big, musky sock in, not caring one bit about my complaints.

"Uuugghmmm....mmpphhff...uugghm." I cried out, my screams more and more muffled by the growing size of the wad filling my cheeks.

With about half of the sock in my mouth, my cheeks were full to bursting, but still, there was lots more to go.
Nick's sock was big and tasted really, really bad.

It was like a mix of strong cheese, vinegar, lint and saliva.
The size of the wad, combined with the strong, sour taste of it made me wanna puke.


"Uuggghmm" I coughed, choking on my boyfriend's huge sock as it continued being shoved between my lips.

Duct tape was suddenly slapped onto my cheek and pressed over my mouth.

I cried out, but Jeremy just pulled the roll tight around my head, once, twice, thrice.
Each time, pulling it tight and making sure my face was plastered shut.

He brought the tape around my mouth and head, four more times before severing the tape and throwing in onto the mattress.

"Sorry Steven. I need to do this and I don't want you to try and talk me out of it..." he mumbled, slowly getting off the bed and leaving me alone in the bedroom.

"Uugghmm...mmgggummff!" I cried out, coughing and gagging violently on Nick's, filthy, putrid sock.


For a moment there, I actually thought Jeremy was going to hurt himself.

It's only after I heard him getting dressed, brushing his teeth and leaving the house through the front door, that I understood what was happening.


He was going to see Brad.


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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 102

Postby Pup » Sun Nov 19, 2017 3:38 am

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Not what I expected to happen though certainly an interesting turn... Steven's fault for being an idiot though.

This better not be like the TV shows with big long hiatus between parts...

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 102

Postby fratboydanny » Sun Nov 19, 2017 7:52 am

102 chapters...when this started I wrote that it was an incredible story. Now, after all these chapter and so many twists and turns I have to say it remains an incredible story and one that is always enjoyable to read. Thanks, Bondagefreak, for your steadfastness in continuing this and giving all of us socks and bondage guys a great read.

That said, I was enjoying the two subs, jeremy and steven, playing with each other and that something might develop between the two of them. But, who am I to question where you will take this. Thanks!
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 102

Postby LockedInIL » Sun Nov 19, 2017 11:36 am

YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

BondageFreak, I am so excited for what is going to come next! I am so pleased that you saw fit to inject this dose of realism into the story, and I am just hoping it doesn't result in tragedy :)

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 102

Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Sun Nov 19, 2017 2:21 pm

Wow.
I wasn‘t expecting that.
As always, you are able to surprise everyone up here, Sir.
At least that‘s for me.

Jeremy is probably in big danger...and Steven maybe is too.
We can just hope Nick is back on time...although he‘s not gonna be happy about what happened and how dumb Steven was one bit.

Please don‘t keep us waiting too long, Boss.
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 102

Postby LockedInIL » Sun Nov 19, 2017 3:28 pm

I actually got concerned as soon as Steven suggested that he get tied up next; with the foreshadowing that BondageFreak gave us, I strongly suspected that Jeremy was going to get himself into trouble and Steven would not be able to stop him. However, I didn't anticipate a computer password being the lynchpin for the plot twist ;)

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 102

Postby chadmc90 » Sun Nov 19, 2017 10:08 pm

Dang. Well, Steven really should have thought this through, as others have said. And yes I'm happy for the bit of realism brought back. Steven is living in a dream world and I hope he slowly wakes up from it.

Now that Brad is back in the picture, I can see things going downhill from here.
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 102

Postby socjuc » Mon Nov 20, 2017 3:55 pm

Wow, I was expecting Steven and Jeremy to be caught (by Brad or Nick maybe) as opposed to Jeremy ditching the scene. I wonder if Brad will show up and take some revenge or take Steven. lol

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 103

Postby bondagefreak » Wed Nov 22, 2017 12:11 am

PART V


Chapter 103 - The Great Disappointment

Tuesday, April 25 (3:00 PM)


"MMmmmmmpppfff!" I screamed after Jeremy left the house and shut the front door.
I was cuffed and stretched out real tight, with no hope of reaching the keys that had been left on the opposite side of the room.
I rattled my restraints, but I knew it was futile.
No amount of rattling or tugging would break these police-grade cuffs.
I was gonna be spending the next few hours, stretched out like this and gagging on a very funky, very cheesy old sock...and there was NOTHING I could do about it.

I craned my head up to look at the time: 3:03 PM.

Damn!
Nick was gonna be home in a couple hours and he'd find me like this and Jeremy gone.

I had to escape from these cuffs. I had to break free!

I spent the next twenty minutes, trying to twist my wrists and ankles out of the cuffs, trying to snap the chains and break the locking mechanism somehow.
All of it, to no avail.
My gagged protests were badly muffled up and all I ended up doing was choking on the rotten wad that threatened to clog up my throat.

"Uuuuggghhmm...." I coughed, desperately trying to cope with the taste and size of my boyfriend's soiled sock.



I must've dozed off at a point, 'cause all I remember was opening my eyes up wide in surprise and hearing the phone ring from across the other end of the house.
I'd definitely dozed off. It was past 4:30 and Nick would be home real soon.

I rattled my cuffs and protested in my gag, frustrated at being stuck to the bed like this and unable to answer what might be an important call.

Finally, the loud ringing ended and I heard a familiar voice leave a message on the voicemail.
It sounded like Nick, but from all the way inside the bedroom, I couldn't be certain.


After another half hour of thrashing, sweating, cursing and gagging, I finally gave up my attempt to escape and resigned to waiting for my hunky boyfriend to arrive home. There was nothing else I could do.

I decided to focus the rest of my energy on coming up with an explanation for my predicament and Jeremy's departure.
But the more I tried to conjure up half-truths, the more my mind went blank.


This would not turn out well...


5:27 and Nick was still not home.
He was later than usual, so it made sense that he was the one who called earlier, probably wanting to let me know he was going to the gym with a buddy after work or something.


About fifteen minutes later, the front door opened and I heard heavy footsteps inside the house.
I heard a set of keys landing on what sounded like the kitchen counter, heard some more walking around and finally, cast my puppy eyes towards the door as Nick entered into the bedroom.

"Where's Jeremy?" he asked, sounding a little annoyed and taken aback at the same time.

"Mmggghh....mmmmggghmmm." I pleaded in my gag, giving the hunky jock my best puppy eyes.


The blond jock walked over to me and immediately grabbed my face before trying to rip the tape off.
I cried out in slight pain as he squeezed his fingers between my skin and the thick adhesive.

I looked up into his blue eyes and knew he'd just gotten back from working out at the gym.
His forehead was still sweaty and he definitely had a spring in his step.

The big, jacket-clad hunk tried to rip the duct tape off my face, but there were too many layers for a quick removal.
Nick finally settled for finding the end of the tape and unwrapping my face the slow way.

I coughed and gagged as the large sock was aggressively pulled out, but was given no time to recover before being pressed with questions.

"Where's Jeremy?" Nick asked, grabbing my lower face with his large hand and forcing me to look up into his eyes.


I looked up at my handsome lover and found myself unable to elaborate one of the many half-truths I'd concocted a bit early.

"I...I don't know." I answered truthfully. "I think he went to see Brad." I added, feeling tears well up into my eyes as Nick's striking blue orbs peered deep into me.


He didn't say anything for a while.
He just looked down at me, his face as cold and as emotionless as ever.
I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I certainly knew he held me partially responsible for this.

I'd failed him. And badly at that.


"Fuck!" he barked, suddenly letting my face go and sitting on the edge of the bed, turning his gaze away from me.


"When did he leave?!" the jock asked angrily, turning to face me again.

"At around three." I answered quickly, giving my Alpha the most pitiful look I could muster.

"What did he tell you?" he barked, pressing me with question and not caring about the fact that I was sobbing and sniffling back a few tears.

"Nothing. Only that...only that Brad had told him you'd went to get his stuff..." I answered sheepishly.

"How did Brad tell him?!" Nick continued, debriefing me in a rushed and angry manner.

"I...I don't know. I think the two of them were chatting." I replied, in a low, submissive voice.

"How were they chatting? You let Jeremy use my laptop?!" the jock pressed, talking about the computer he had in the bedroom.

"No...but we did use your office computer." I answered, averting his angry gaze, feeling ashamed at my own short-sightedness.


Nick said nothing for several seconds.

He just glared down at me and fixed his gaze into my eyes.

"We were browsing...and I forgot to logout." I lied. "We just started fooling around with your cuffs and then he left me like this and went on the computer."

Nick's deep frown didn't soften one bit.

"I'm sorry Sir." I pleaded, switching to a more formal and submissive tone. "I'm sorry....I should've known."


Nick glared at me, and slowly turned his gaze away before taking everything in and settling down a bit.


He remained quiet, probably lost in his thoughts, just like I had been when I realised that Jeremy had left.

Nick slowly took his big puffer jacket off and uncuffed me from the bed, allowing me to massage my own ankles and wrists.


"Alright. Get dressed and go make the supper." He ordered, frowning down at me but not showing any other signs of anger.

He was disappointed. I could tell.
Much like my own father used to be disappointed when I used to act out in school and earn detention after classes.

I quickly put my t-shirt on and kept my head low before walking out of the room and heading for the kitchen.



As I entered the kitchen and started working on the evening meal, it suddenly struck me how Jeremy had actually left through his own volition and wouldn't be coming back.

I leaned over the sink, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach as a flurry of emotions hit me all at once.

Nick had worked hard to get my friend away from Brad. But I managed to ruin all of it for everyone.

Zack was probably gonna be real disappointed as well.
This was all my fault.

What was I thinking?
Why didn't I see this coming? How could I have been so short-sighted so as to allow Jeremy to tie me up and access Nick's computer?
I should have known he was still fragile! I should have known he wasn't completely over his manipulative, former master.

I'd disappointed NIck and practically handed Jeremy back to Brad, all at the same time.
Things had spiralled down so quickly.


I stood there, leaning over the sink, feeling awful and using both my hands to hold my head up and cover my tear-filled eyes.
I just wanted to crawl in a dark corner somewhere and sleep this whole incident off.

Oh how I longed for those days when things used to be so much simpler.
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 102

Postby bondagefreak » Wed Nov 22, 2017 12:33 am

Thanks for the all the great reviews guys. Glad to see so many of you enjoying this :quirk:

fratboydanny wrote:102 chapters...when this started I wrote thought it was an incredible story. Now, after all these chapter and so many twists and turns I have to say it remains an incredible story and one that is always enjoyable to read.


A special welcome back to my very first reviewer! 8)
Fratboydanny, you were the first to post a comment on this thread over 7 years ago.

Can't tell you how happy I am to see you back on this thread after all this time.
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 103

Postby Shadesflirty » Wed Nov 22, 2017 2:51 am

An excellent start to a new part in this saga that long ago became much more of a thrilling serial drama than a fetishests wet dream. Kudos.

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Postby Pup » Wed Nov 22, 2017 2:58 am

Heh, I'd say it is still both. ;)

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 103

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Nov 22, 2017 5:51 am

Yes let's go Brad! Time to get Jeremy chained up and never lose him again.

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 103

Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Wed Nov 22, 2017 1:49 pm

Scottstud94 wrote:Yes let's go Brad! Time to get Jeremy chained up and never lose him again.


Hmmmm....have to admit I‘m very curious what Brad will do.
And what Nick will do...will he team up with Zack and go all in to rescue Jeremy?
Does Jeremy really wants to be rescued?

Can‘t wait for where this is going.
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Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Nov 22, 2017 6:20 pm

I'm surprised more people aren't rooting for Brad. Jeremy WANTS to go back with him. Jeremy obviously wants to be with Brad forever. Nick needs to leave them alone.

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 103

Postby chadmc90 » Wed Nov 22, 2017 10:03 pm

Scottstud94 wrote:I'm surprised more people aren't rooting for Brad. Jeremy WANTS to go back with him. Jeremy obviously wants to be with Brad forever. Nick needs to leave them alone.


Hmm, I don't know, maybe because this guy is capable of inflicting serious harm onto his subs that perhaps could be fatal. At the least, Brad is too reckless to have any responsibility over another person. At this point it's safe to say Jeremy needs some form of rehabilitation after all the trauma he's endured. He's been reduced to someone that doesn't seem to value his own life enough to put himself in dangerous situations. Hell I'm still of the opinion Steven should have gotten help with his depression.

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 104

Postby bondagefreak » Sat Nov 25, 2017 4:56 am

Chapter 104 - Apology Accepted

Tuesday, April 25 (6:30 PM)


After browning my onions and garlic in the buttered pan, I turned the other heating element on to get the water boiling.

Nick walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge door before peering inside and gulping down a protein drink.
"What are you making?" he asked casually, walking up behind me so that his big, underwear-clad crotch was up against my butt.

"Just some pasta." I answered meekly, knowing this particular chicken-basil pasta was one of his favourites.

He stood there, quietly watching me as I chopped the fresh basil leaves and added cream and tomato paste into the frying pan where the chicken, garlic and onions were simmering.
From the smell of his freshly soaped up body, I knew he'd just gotten out of the shower a few minutes ago.

Without a word, the jock gave me a slap on the ass before slowly walking away and texting on his phone.

I looked at him as he walked out of the kitchen and couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of his incredibly muscular, underwear-clad form casually strolling around the house.
Broad shoulders, thick biceps, massive thighs and a really BIG butt. Nick had it all and he knew it.


We ate our supper and hardly spoke at all.

Even though I'd given him lots of chicken in his pasta, Nick ate his plate in less than five minutes and helped himself to a second serving, which I was hoping he'd bring to work tomorrow.
He didn't say anything. But I knew he loved this recipe.
He ate like an elephant, but then again it only made sense considering how much food he needed to keep those giant muscles of his, nice and plump.

I was still only finishing my first serving when Nick finished his second one and got up to grab a beer from the fridge.
He left the kitchen, headed for the living room and turned the TV on before plopping himself down on the leather couch.

I was already getting up and clearing the table when the hunk ordered me to get the dishes done and clean up the kitchen.

Being told what I already knew what frustrating, but I decided to stay quiet and carry on without a fuss.

"Yes, Sir." I answered in a low tone, remembering that this wasn't the right time to start an argument.


I quietly got to work, getting the kitchen cleaned up, unloading the dishwasher and putting the dirty dishes in.
I could hear what sounded like a hockey game playing on the TV. Normally, Nick would've been into that, commenting on each and every move, protesting loudly whenever one of the referees failed to make the correct call. Tonight, however, things were much quieter.
Nick was probably too busy texting to pay attention to the game.

I cleaned the jock's lunchbox out and worked on making his lunch for the following day, hoping to earn his favour back by adding extra pickles into his lightly peppered tomato-chicken sandwich.
Nick ate a LOT, so I added a plastic container containing a three-bean salad I'd just made, added his orange juice, protein shakes, granola bars, apple and nectarine to the box, before zipping it shut and putting it into the fridge for tomorrow morning.



It was already past 8 PM when I turned the kitchen lights off and headed for the washroom in order to get cleaned up.



I did my business, showered, shaved, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair up and threw my clothes into the hamper before scampering over to the bedroom and picking out some clean clothes to wear.

I quickly got into my tight, black and yellow jockstrap, put on a pair of white ankle socks and grabbed one of Nick's old and oversized grey hoodies before putting it on.
I loved parading around the house wearing his old shirts and sweaters.

The hoodie was thick and over two sizes too big for me.
The sleeves were long and the bottom of the hoodie went down over my crotch and much of my upper butt.
Still, it smelled wonderful and felt super warm and comfy against my freshly soaped up skin. Plus, it left a portion of my jockstrap-clad ass exposed and visible, something I knew Nick enjoyed seeing quite a bit.
He really liked seeing and fondling it whenever he had the opportunity.



Satisfied with my looks after glancing in the mirror, I slowly made my way to the living room before standing in front of the couch, patiently waiting for Nick's instructions.

The jock looked up at me briefly before going back to texting and extending his left arm, motioning for me to sit down on the couch next to him.

It didn't take long for him to put his cell phone down and wrap his big arms around me as I crawled next to him and sort of rested myself submissively onto his lap.


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He felt so warm, dressed only in his pair of dark blue, Adidas running shorts.
The shorts were only a bit longer than your average boxer-briefs, leaving most of my lover's giant, beefy thighs exposed.
His thighs were easily twice as thick as mine and probably five times as strong, I thought to myself, still in awe at the size and thickness of my blond, muscle-god's body.

Even as I watched the TV, I felt his domineering gaze settle onto me and felt his left hand slide over my bare ass and fondle my vulnerable crack.
I couldn't stop myself from gasping and moaning lightly.

The jock just brought his other hand up to my face and used it to cover my chin, mouth and nose before fondling me anew.

Feeling especially warm and mushy, I curled up into my lover's lap and moaned into his huge hand, trying to convey to him just how submissive and sorry I was about my foolish behaviour a few hours ago.
Of course, none of this changed the fact that Jeremy was gone. But part of me had to accept that he'd left on his own free will and that I probably wouldn't see him again for a long time.
I was back to being a sub without a friend...


Nick licked his finger and continued gently fondling my bare ass, causing me to moan and twitch every time he got close to my orifice, the part of me, he hadn't really explored yet.
Truth be known, I was really nervous about that.
Part of me wanted to know what gay sex was all about. But the other part of me was scared to death about having Nick's enormous, veined shaft tear into my sensitive, tight ass.
It probably would have been FAR less scary if my boyfriend wasn't a two-meter tall, 100 kg giant who could probably snap me in half with one arm tied behind his back.



I was a little past 9PM now and almost time for the second and final game intermission.


My eyes were partially shut when the doorbell rang and startled me from the comfort of Nick's embrace.

I got a light slap on the ass and was told to get up and answer the door.

"That's Zack. Go answer the door." Nick ordered.


I did so, both startled and apprehensive about Zack's coming over.
I had no idea if he already knew about Jeremy's departure or if Nick planned on telling him face to face.

Either way, I had no desire to face Zack right now, or feel more guilty about this whole situation than I already felt.


I opened the door and looked up to see the big, hunky, brown-haired jock.

Zack walked in, completely wet and drenched with sweat.
I couldn't help but notice his black nylon trackies as he took his light hoodie and leather jacket off, revealing the long-sleeved, blue compression shirt he was wearing over his broad torso.
It was the same one I'd seen in his hockey bag when Nick had gone browsing through it in the SUV, yesterday.


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Zack's face was wet, his hair was dripping, his massive chest heaving and his blue Under Armour shirt was literally glistening with sweat.
He'd obviously just gotten back from a hockey game.

"Hey Stevie." he greeted, squeezing my shoulder as he walked in and handed me his jacket and hoodie.
He knew something was up with Jeremy, but probably didn't know why Nick had asked him to come over in a rush.


"How was the game?" Nick asked as his buddy walked into the living room and plopped down next to him, on the couch.

"It was fuckin' good. You should have been there man...." Zack answered, before his voice got drowned out by the commercials playing on TV.

I quietly hung his coat inside the entrance closet and walked into the kitchen, nervously leaving the two jocks alone in the living room.
I didn't wanna be there when Nick told Zack about Jeremy.
Even though Jeremy had left on his own volition, part of me still felt guilty and responsible.



I remained in the kitchen and started fidgeting through one of the recipe books, trying to make out the conversation the two were having a few meters away.

I could only hear voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying.
Nick appeared to be talking in a subdued tone and it didn't help that the TV was on pretty loud.



A few more minutes passed before Nick called out for me and summoned me into the living room.

"Get me another beer and get one for Zack as well." he ordered, sending me scampering back to the kitchen in my little socks and jockstrap.


When I returned with the beers, I couldn't help but notice Zack's blank, slightly angered expression.
He was no doubt as lost and as puzzled as we were about Jeremy's decision to go back to Brad.

Zack probably figured he had the young boi hooked by now and didn't appear to be expecting this in the least.

It wasn't a huge, emotional loss, given the two had met only a short while ago, but I could tell from his facial expression that he was less than happy.


This probably wasn't what he was expecting hear when Nick texted him and told him to come over right after his hockey practice.

Keeping my head down, I quietly handed both hunks their beers before slowly pulling away and heading back in to the kitchen.
Zack took it, without saying thanks and Nick did the same, although he called out for me when I started walking away.


"Pup." he said, 'causing me to turn around and face the couch.

"Come here." he ordered, motioning for me to walk over to where he was sitting.

I did so, slowly sliding my feet across the floor and keeping my gaze downwards to match Zack's less-than-happy mood.
The big, sweaty hockey hunk was obviously taking all of this in, trying to figure out where he'd erred and wondering whether or not he could've done more to secure his young protégé's fate.

"Come here." Nick repeated, scooting forward on the couch and extending his arms around me.

I was made to sit on the bare-chested jock's lap and was quickly briefed on the decision he and Zack had taken together.

Nick didn't go in too many details, but he did make it clear that Jeremy was on his own from now on and that neither he nor Zack would try to free the boi again.
Jeremy had been given the chance to start a new life, yet he still chose to go back to his former Master.

This was out of our hands now and Jeremy would have to solve his own fate from now on.


Nick could tell I was really sad to hear this, so he reassured me that our door, and Zack's, would remain open in case Jeremy ever came to his senses.


It was obvious though that I was being partially blamed for the boy's departure.
In truth, he probably wouldn't have contacted Brad and left, had I been there to distract him and keep him away from Nick's online messaging platforms.

I knew Brad's poison would take a while to leave Jeremy's system. Knew that the boi probably still had some feelings for his sadistic, abusive master...but I still decided to put my own sexual fantasies at the forefront instead of staying alert and focusing on keeping my friend busy and away from Brad. I was short-sighted and more than that, I'd acted selfishly.

I'd failed in my task and I knew that both Nick and Zack held me partially responsible.
And for that, I couldn't blame them.



"You're going to apologise to Zack." Nick told me, putting a hand at the back of my head, prodding me to look the sweaty, hockey hunk in the face.

"I'm sorry." I said, almost immediately earning a slap on the ass. "I'm sorry Master Zack." I corrected, quickly glancing down and letting my head hang in respect.

Zack said nothing.
He wasn't angry or anything. Maybe a little upset, but definitely not angry.

"It's okay, boi." he finally answered, setting his eyes back to the hockey game playing on TV, still heaving and transpiring from the long workout-practice he'd just gotten back from. Beads of sweat were streaming down the muscle-hunk's face and his hair was partially damp and matted down. I couldn't help but notice how the living room was starting to musk up a little.

"There. Much better." Nick spoke, rubbing my back with his large hand.


His next order though, came as a complete surprise to me.

I wasn't expecting this at all, but from the unsurprised look on Zack's sweaty face, the two of them had probably already discussed this while I was in the kitchen fetching their beers.

"Now get down on the floor." Nick ordered, gently pushing me off his lap and keeping a hand clamped tightly around the back of my neck.
I was quickly guided into a kneeling position in front of the couch.

"That's it. Now scoot forward." he told me, pushing me closer to Zack, making me kneel between the large hockey jock's nylon-clad knees.


"You're gonna show Zack how sorry you are and you're gonna give him a blowjob." he ordered, pushing me in closer toward the giant, stone-faced, hockey hunk.


My eyes shot wide in surprise as I looked up to see Zack's incredibly handsome face look down at me with a fiery lust in his eyes.
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 104

Postby Ossassin » Sat Nov 25, 2017 5:09 am

It is amazing how fitting the picture you have for Zack is when using that last line.
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 104

Postby Pup » Sat Nov 25, 2017 8:37 am

Great chapter though I do find it interesting that they have decided to essentially abandon Jeremy - even if it was his choice. Regardless I doubt this will be the last we see of Jeremy and Brad...
The level of detail you manage to put into Steven's thoughts as usual is great though seems to stand out more in this chapter to me for some reason.

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 104

Postby randomboy18 » Sat Nov 25, 2017 11:44 am

Great chapter i hope steven also has to lick his sweaty feet or something like that
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 104

Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Sun Nov 26, 2017 9:32 am

Phew...
This was pretty unexpected and REALLY hot.
Amazing to see how submissive Steven got towards Nick. He doesn‘t even have to say much...he‘s just in charge. And both Steven and Nick love that.

Can‘t say I wouldn‘t want to be in Stevie‘s position right now...kneeling before a hunky, sweat soaked hockey jock who is expecting nothing else than a perfect bj, doesn‘t sounds so bad to me :oops:
But then, that doesn‘t really surprises anyone.

I bet it smells musky & powerful down there where Steven get to work...haha, yeah, I can‘t wait for the next part, Boss.
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 104

Postby Shadesflirty » Sun Nov 26, 2017 5:57 pm

I think we missed a trick, not getting a lovely photo of Stevens view of zack and his track pants. ;)

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 104

Postby fratboydanny » Sun Nov 26, 2017 6:50 pm

Excellent chapter. I love stevie's ever growing submissiveness.

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 104

Postby puffalover » Sun Nov 26, 2017 10:08 pm

Well...Like a lot of the readers here, I didn't see this coming. The emotional tone of these last couple chapters has changed dramatically. I knew Brad would be making a comeback, but his potential reunion with Jeremy looks like it's gonna happen in a much different way then I thought it would. I must say this makes for a more interesting read-not knowing what's coming.

Definitely a bad move by Steven, but not all his fault. I don't think he should've been left alone with Jeremy. Looks like he's gonna give Zack a true apology lol! I really wish Jeremy would get it through his head how bad Brad is for him. It's sad too cause Nick and Zack offered him a chance at a fresh start and he didn't take it!

Keep the twists coming my friend. Really want to see the outcome of Jeremy's decision to leave.
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Postby tiednw » Wed Dec 06, 2017 1:36 pm

Great update again Bondagefreak! You seem to keep surprising us again and again!

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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 105

Postby bondagefreak » Wed Dec 13, 2017 11:34 pm

Chapter 105 - Up Close and Personal

Tuesday, April 25 (9:30 PM)


At first I thought Nick might've been kidding, but it became clear to me that he wasn't when I was forced into a kneeling position between Zack's knees.
The hunky blond stud got up from off the couch, grabbed the coffee table with one hand and slid it right behind me before sitting down on it, with his legs on both sides of my kneeling form.

I was sandwiched between both jocks and both of them had their beefy legs spread open, keeping me trapped with nowhere to go.

Nick kept his hand clamped tightly around the back of my neck, no doubt as a reminder that he was right behind me.
I got the feeling it that his proximity wasn't to reassure me as much as it was to remind me that I'd better do a good job pleasing his buddy.

Zack's emotionless expression quickly turned into a cocky, almost lustful smirk.
His broad, puffed up chest continued heaving inside his sweat-soaked compression shirt and his damp, matted down hair only gave him an even more rugged look.
The hunky hockey jock eyed my face and focused on my mouth before licking his lips and standing up off the couch.


I tried to back away but Nick was right behind me.
"Where d'you think you're goin', boi?" he asked, holding the back of my neck and clamping his hand underneath my jaw, forcing me too look up at the towering hockey jock's big, blue, spandex-clad torso.

Standing almost a full two meters tall, my face was well below Zack's crotch level.

The brown-haired jock grabbed my spiked up hair and lifted my head up to get a better view of my face.
He was standing right in front of me and both he and Nick were making sure I didn't try anything.

Zack said nothing. He just brought his free hand up to my face and forced his big fingers into my mouth, parting my lips as wide as they'd go.
He played with my mouth for a few more second, stretching it both vertically and horizontally.

"He's gotta a small mouth." Nick told him, no hint of humour in his tone.

"Yeah. I can see that." Zack replied, also displaying a rather severe expression on his face as he tried to figure out the best way to fit his meat in.

I felt like a total slave.
I had three strong hands holding my head in place and another hand prodding my lips open.
The two giant studs were talking about me as though I wasn't even there, making me feel more like a lab rat than an actual person.

Zack finally let go of my head, relinquishing control of me back over to Nick, and simply pulled his trackies down, letting them fall to his ankles.

The instant his trackies came down, I got a good look at the hockey-stud's HUGE, sweaty thighs and package.
The sweat-soaked, white Under Armour compression shorts he was wearing, were so tight that they were actually riding up his beefy thighs and bunching up under his crotch.


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A strong, musky aroma immediately spilled out into the room, giving me a terrifying preview of what I'd have to deal with for the next half hour or so.

Zack adjusted his tight, wet lycra shorts by pulling them down to cover his thighs and quickly sat himself back down on the couch.

He licked his lips again and gave me a carnal, lustful look before completely pulling his Under Armour shorts down and revealing the jockstrap he was wearing underneath.


My eyes shot wide in surprise as I saw the same dirty, stained and funky-looking jockstrap Nick had taken out of his friend's hockey bag just yesterday, while we were waiting for Zack and Jeremy to come out of the supermarket.


The jockstrap had a very large, heavily stained, yellowish-grey pouch. But the hunky hockey stud apparently had no trouble filling it out.

The musky stench was a LOT stronger now.


Zack pulled his sweaty compression shirt up a bit, revealing the perfectly smooth lower part of his stomach.
His abs were tight, well defined and glistening with sweat.
The most surprising thing however, besides his size and musk, was the sharp contrast between his torso and his crotch.

His broad, muscular upper body was all smooth and clean shaven. I was expecting the same thing from the lower part of his body, but it was the complete opposite.

The hockey-jock apparently didn't believe in manscaping below his navel.
Thick, bushy brown hairs poked out from above his large jockstrap waistband and stuck out on both sides of his stained pouch as well.

With one quick gesture, the handsome construction worker grabbed his cotton jockstrap pouch and yanked it to the left, exposing his incredibly well endowed semi-erect member.

Within seconds of being freed from the confines of the filthy, sweat-soaked pouch, his shaft grew to a full eight inches and thickened to the size of a large banana.

I almost immediately tried pulling back, but Nick pushed me forward and held my lower face tight to keep my mouth angled with Sir Zack's monster cock.


Zack grabbed my hair once again and pulled me towards him. He wasn't rough, but his tone was quite demanding.
"What's wrong Stevie-boy?" he asked, unable to hide the cocky smirk growing on his face. "My cock too big for you?"

In truth, it was. But the main reason for my attempt to get away was actually the potent musk coming from his crotch and balls.
I didn't dare complain about it, but I really wished he would take a shower before making me suck on his giant boner.


Keeping my mouth closed in an attempt to delay the inevitable, I got my first good whiff of the handsome stud's rotten man-stink and nearly gagged on the stench.


"Open your mouth." Nick ordered impatiently. "You're gonna give Zack a nice, long blowjob."

I closed my eyes and crinkled my face in disgust, but the two horny studs appeared to take no notice of the predicament I was facing.

"Open up Stevie-boy." Zack ordered, adding further weight to my Master's order.


As soon as I did, Nick pushed my head forward and Zack grabbed my hair tighter and pulled me down, driving his throbbing, oversized meat between my stretched out mouth.

I tried to cry out and protest, but found my mouth completely and utterly stuffed on the big, throbbing shaft.
"Uuuggghhmm..." I moaned, gagging heavily on the size of the intrusion.

"Yeah, gag on that big cock." Nick hissed, forcing Zack to chuckle.

The sweaty hockey hunk kept a tight grip on my spiked up hair. He brought his other hand up behind his head before resting back on the couch, closing his eyes and exhaling.

His well defined six pack, his giant biceps and his incredibly handsome face were great to look at, but right now I was more concerned with the threat of being choked to death on his enormous meat.



Nick continued pushing my head further onto the hockey jock's angry boner and Zack continued inhaling and exhaling loudly with his eyes closed.
The giant erection filled my mouth up and started clogging my throat, causing me to gag and cry.

Ugggh....uuuggghh! Uuuggghh!" I cried out, as the muscular hockey player's overpowering man-musk started assaulting my nostrils.

I tried breathing with my mouth, but Zack's thick boner stretched my lips out rather painfully.
It was plugging my mouth up completely, leaving me no other option than to breathe in through my nose.

"Uggghhhh!" I coughed and gagged again, my nostrils only a few inches away from the muscle god's thick, foul-smelling bush.


"Oh man...he's got a fuckin' tight mouth." Zack let out, his muscular chest heaving up and down as he inhaled and exhaled large amounts of air.
He was enjoying himself.
His body was drenched in sweat and tense with arousal, but his eyes remained closed and his facial muscles appeared to be relaxed.

I tried pulling away by putting my hands on the stud's massive thighs and pushing myself off his cock, but Nick immediately let go of my face and grabbed my wrists. He slipped an arm between my back and elbows, locking my arms in place and stopping me from being able to use them to push myself away.

"Ugggh!" I protested, having no other means of defence against the jocks and no way to stop them from chocking me out on the massive, throbbing shaft.


Strong, overwhelming musk continued filling my nostrils as I gagged on the giant man-meat and inhaled a day's worth of the hockey stud's crotch stench.
All those hours at work, combined with that long hockey practice afterwards...that was practically fourteen hours of non-stop heavy sweating.

No wonder Zack was smelling so strong.

It didn't help that he was wearing a pair of compression shorts and a jockstrap that probably hadn't been washed in ages, but the thickness of his pubic hair probably made things even funkier down there.

Nick often smelled strong when he got back from work, but it wasn't this bad!
He kept his crotch and balls trimmed short, something which probably reduced sweating by a considerable factor.

Zack's crotch on the other hand, was one BIG, bushy mess...
Neither he nor Nick seemed to realise or care about the fact that I was gagging on the strong musk almost as much as I was gagging on the cock itself.
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Re: Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 105

Postby Pup » Thu Dec 14, 2017 8:51 am

Awesome as usual though Zack does seem to not care about what happened to Jeremy.

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Postby Bondagefootpig » Thu Dec 14, 2017 12:03 pm

I'm not gonna lie I did not expect that at all. Tbh I had actually thought stevie was gonna be forced to sniff and worship zacks ripe socks and feet. What can I say I'm a pig for hockey socks trainers and feet tho lol.


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