Chapter 11 - Nice and tight
I looked at Kevin in shock. He immediately saw at the look I was giving him I wasn't happy to see what I saw. "Yeah, I know it's nice, boy. I thought I'd go easy on you for now. After all, I don't want to scare you off completely. Haha..." he smirked, and I knew that he wasn't serious. I looked back on the floor, where many things were laid out.
The biggest part was the big green mat, which was laid over the wooden floor of the room. It was a typical sleeping mat, although it seemed to be very thin. On top of it, there was a big, green, army sleeping bag unfolded. Just now I noticed that not only the sleeping bag was army style...Kevin also changed his shoes! He wore now black army boots, the ones he probably wore when he was serving in the army. I know he did, as he showed me a few pics back earlier this evening...of course I couldn't take my eyes off them, as I now saw them. They weren't clean...not at all. I always thought the soldiers were harshly ordered to keep their boots clean. Either Kevin really didn't care, or he figured out to just get them home still dirty...they were quite fucked up, you could see they had been worn a lot. I imagined how they'd smell...who ever I asked who had been in the military, always told me one of the worst moments was when all the guys came back to the dormitory and took off their boots after a long march or just a long day. They said it smelled like cheesy feet and the room stank up really bad. Luckily, they didn't know that secretly, my dick got hard at the thought of being there when these Alpha guys took off their boots...
"Eh, faggot! Stop staring at my fucking boots, you freak! I know you like them and already started fantasizing how you'd lick them and all that faggy shit...I better get you strapped in for the night. And you know what's best?" Kevin now stood pretty close to me.
"Mhmmm" I grunted, giving him the sign I didn't know...
"I never washed that sleeping bag since I used it back in the military training which I completed two weeks ago...and as a fag, you also don't know that we were made to sleep naked in the bag, cause they said we'll stay warmer this way...unfortunately it was the same when it was warm. Just then, we were sweating bullets in there, and so the bag smells...just right for you, boi..." he whispered into my ear, and when I heard it, I started to moan like crazy and tried pushing Kevin away from me and do a few steps back. Bad idea.
"Don't you dare to?" Kevin looked at me angrily, but that couldn't stop me. I turned around, and started heading to the door.
That was all much too much for me. First, he just tied me up and made me sniff his sneakers. Humiliated me to no end. Texted with my mom! And now, he wanted me to sleep in his funky, stinky military bag? Not with me! I was into his feet and thought he was sexy, but that was getting worse and worse with every minute. I had to get out of here. I tried heading to the door, and most surprisingly, I wasn't stopped. I saw a glimmer of hope to get away from Kevin...until I arrived at the door and saw the door was locked, but the key was nowhere. Fuck! Kevin was expecting this, I thought for a little moment. I wanted to search the key...
But suddenly, I felt a strong leather hand over my mouth, muffling down my grunts even more than the duct tape already did. Kevin jumped on me with all his weight, what made me going down to my knees immediately. I was just too weak, damn it!
I started to moan and grunt into my gag, as I really didn't wanted to sleep inside that bag. Kevin didn't utter a word, just started smothering my nose a bit, probably to calm me down. "If you don't stop your fucking whining, I'll force you to be quiet. And you won't like that!" with that, he just snapped my nose shut, what meant I couldn't breath no more because of the duct tape over my mouth. I grunted furiously, until I realized that wasn't doing me any good, quite the opposite! Soon, my lungs started to burn from the lack of air, and I moaned in panic...until Kevin finally released my nostrils free. I filled my lungs with fresh air, and decided to quit my fight against Kevin for the moment. I just was in a bad position...If I just submitted to him, everything would be okay and he would probably end this game soon. Or so I thought...
He kept smothering my nostrils a bit with his leather gloved hand, what started to arouse me more and more. I always liked the smell and scent of leather, and so his heavy duty military leather gloves were no exception. "Mhmmmmmm" I grunted, as Kevin grabbed my junk again and laughed. "If you like that so much, why don't you just stop your pathetic fighting against me? I can give you much more of that..." with that, he pressed his whole open hand against my nostrils, letting me sniff in even more leather scent. My boner got harder and harder...and Kevin kind of massaged my crotch with his other gloved hand. I moaned in pleasure...
But suddenly, Kevin stopped. "Enough. You'll go to sleep now..." he said sternly, his playful mood completely gone. He was really capricious, I thought. But I couldn't blame him...I wasn't helping him to calm down.
He lead me back to the bedroom, where he made me sit beside the mat and the sleeping bag. He looked me in my eyes and spoke "I originally planned on letting you sleep without a gag. But since you had to try your luck, completely laughable, if you ask me, the gag will stay in. So you got the whole night to clean my sock and chew all the sweat and funk out. Now undress."
I looked at him, shocked again. I should just undress completely here? I couldn't do that...he was just standing in front of me.
"UNDRESS!" he almost shouted out. I was a bit scared, so I decided not to act up this time...I undressed completely, until there were only my boxers left. Which were clearly visible bulged out, just from that scene...fuck, I was really horny. Just because he ordered me to do whatever he wanted...Kevin just smirked and then made me crawling into the sleeping bag.
It was much too big for me...no wonder, he was a bit bigger than me. and it really smelled like shit...you could easily tell that he was sweating like a pig in that bag not too long ago. It reeked! I wanted to breath through my mouth so badly, but I couldn't because of his funky sock in my mouth and these shitloads of tape around my face. I moaned and after Kevin zipped up the bag completely, except for my head, he patted me on the cheek. That's comfy, isn't it? He asked me, laughing.
I just moaned. "Yeah, not comfy enough, I know...I got something against that" he said and grabbed some military-green straps. I just knew these were used on trucks to fix things...but I saw it coming. These would get used to fix me...what wasn't necessary at all, as there was no chance for me to grab the zippers and to open up the bag.
Still, Kevin thought I had to be restrained much more. He started with a zipper over my ankles, continuing with one under my knees, one over my knees, one right over my crotch, one pinning my hands and arms to my upper body, and one directly under my shoulders. Pulling them really tight and not leaving me a bit of space to move around in my bag. I was stuck. There was surely no way out of that...Kevin had done a pretty good job. These big zip ties just held me perfectly in the sleeping bag and I wasn't going nowhere. I thought Kevin would leave me like that...but boy was I wrong.
He just rummaged in a bag placed under his big bed, and took out the duct tape again. "I think your face needs some more tape..." he teased me and I started grunting and moaning in my sock gag. But that didn't stopped him...of course. He unwounded the tape and sealed my mouth shut even more, going around my mouth several times again. I mean, the gag wasn't coming off at all before...Kevin just wanted to make REALLY sure I wasn't spitting his disgusting sock out. He even placed some tape over the top of my head and under my chin, to fix it completely. Now, there was so much tape over my lips, my grunts became lower with every round passing. Finally, he stopped and just laughed. "Yeah, that's better. What do you think, fag?" He smirked down at me and I moaned muffled up. "Haha, I can't hear you. Guess you like it too...and so you will my final touch."
Final touch? I guess now finally he was done with preparing me for sleeping...he wasn't. I couldn't believe my eyes when he rummaged again in his big bag, and then put out a big, Russian-Style gas mask. I couldn't even protest, he already had the mask placed over my head and strapped it behind my head. It felt strange, as I was breathing through a breathing tube now. I moaned, but through the mask, my grunts were muffled up even more. I wasn't even sure if Kevin heard anything...then he suddenly left. I thought he was probably getting undressed too, and maybe brushing his teeth or something like that...while I had no other choice than to wait. To wait until my captor came back and shut down the light...for my first night completely bound and gagged.
When Kevin came back, I saw he was just wearing a pair of his boxers. He stood over my trussed up form, and I was looking up directly at his crotch. If my mouth wouldn't have been stuffed with a funky sock, my mouth would have been watering...as Kevin sat down onto his bed, I wondered why he was still wearing his boots.
"Ya know, I didn't wanted to do that." he explained, while he started unlacing one of his big, dirty military boots. "But I can't stand your stupid behavior. "
With that, he slipped his boot off, and I could even smell the slightly cheesy smell. Kevin then also put off his sock, the one he was still wearing (the other was stuck in my mouth, damn it). And then, I saw it coming. I moaned in disgust, as Kevin grabbed my breathing tube and hold the sock directly over the opening. Immediately, my air was contaminated with a cheesy, vinegar smell. I moaned in disgust, but Kevin didn't care. He just put the sock directly over the breathing tube, so it was staying there. Then, he placed the one boot on the floor and started unlacing the other. I could barely think normal now, I was just overwhelmed with the stink....his feet really smelled bad.
"Yeah, I thought you like that...fucking pig." Kevin teased, and pointed towards my crotch area...my raging boner was visible through the sleeping bag. With a disgusting, wet "SLUURP" Kevin took off the other boot, which he was wearing barefoot...and I moaned loudly again, as I was seeing what was to come: Kevin slid the breathing tube deeply into the boot, and laced it up. The air I was breathing now was even more disgusting, and I was now constantly moaning and grunting into my gag, trying to plead with Kevin...it smelled so rank. I couldn't stand it...it smelled like sweat and leather, really strong...the more I moaned, the more of that funky smell I breathed in, and so I tried calming down, just taking deep, long breaths...
"This will maybe teach you to obey...if you know what is good for you, fucker." Kevin said, half angry, half amused.
It was gross. Still, I was rock hard. I heard Kevin turning off the light and mumbling "Night faggot."
It was going to be a long, long night.
Obey and say 'Yes Master'.