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The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 26

Postby bondagefreak » Wed May 31, 2017 11:05 pm

This is a "father/son" based story, inspired by the author squirrel and his many related works.



The Camping Trip (MMMM/m)


Chapter 1 - Fantasy Fulfilled


Alright, so where do I start?
Let's see.

First things first.
My name's Kyle. I'm 16, blond hair, brown eyes, short and lean.
I'm pretty good looking, I think. Anyways, I'm a pretty normal guy for the most part.

I like sports, drinking and partying, hanging out with friends, gaming and all that type of stuff.

My parents are divorced and I'm an only child. Every month, I spend two weeks at my mom's and two weeks at my dad's.
My mom is sweet and caring, but ever since she got involved with another man, her attention's been divided between me and her boyfriend's two kids.
My dad's name is Jack. He's single, late 40s, pretty tall and muscular and still in really good shape.
We've always been pretty close.

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Like I said, I'm pretty normal...except for one really weird thing.


I have a sleeping bag fetish.


Yeah, that's right.
Ever since I was a little kid, I've pretty much dreamed about being tied up inside a thick sleeping bag.

I had no idea where that particular fantasy came from, but it was there and it wasn't going anywhere.


Anyways, so each year my dad takes me out on a mid-fall camping trip, just me, him and his three brothers.

Two of my uncles had kids of their own, but for some reason, my cousins never seemed interested in these camping trips.
In all honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that I was spending those cool October nights zipped up inside a sleeping bag, I probably would've lost interest in this as well.


So this year was no different from the previous year.
It was already mid-October and my dad and uncles were setting out on their long-weekend camping trip up north.

This time would be really special though.


My dad looked at the weather forecast for the weekend and was pretty apprehensive about bringing me along.

I was a cold sleeper and it was gonna be pretty cold this weekend, especially at night.

It also didn't help that in the past years, I'd pretty much been complaining every night, pretending to be colder than I really was, just so that I could use a second sleeping bag over my old one.

Whenever my dad or uncles would ask me if I'd slept okay, I'd lie and tell them I was cold during the night.
There had been nights where I did feel cold, but it didn't bother me nearly as much as I was letting on.

My dad knew I wanted to come and knew that I enjoyed these trips with him, even if I complained a lot about the cold.


We talked for a while and then he decided that he'd stop by the mountaineering equipment store on our way up north, tomorrow morning.
I'd only just turned 16 and I wasn't earning any income yet.

So I was really excited when my dad told me he'd be getting me a new sleeping bag for this year's trip.

My old bag wouldn't do me any good. Especially against the cold nights up ahead.


I tried to contain my excitement and quickly went to bed, anxious for the next morning.





Friday morning came and my dad woke me up at around 7 AM.

I'd barely slept at all during the night, too caught up by the prospect of zipping up inside a new bag.

After dragging myself to the shower, eating the breakfast my dad had prepared and loading my backpack into the back of the SUV, I sat myself down on the passenger seat and buckled myself up.
I quickly pulled my orange hoodie up over my head to try and shield my eyes from the sun and propped my head against the window to try and get some rest.


My dad drove and I dozed off.

The mountaineering store was only about 45 minutes from home, but I'd dozed off and woken up so often that I felt as though we'd been on the road for over two hours already.

My dad took the keys out of the ignition and woke me up to tell me he'd be back in a few minutes.

I nodded in approval before dozing back to sleep.
I knew he was gonna be getting a new sleeping bag for me, but at the time, I was too tired to care.



I closed me eyes and before I knew it, the back door opened and I woke up suddenly to see my dad throwing a rolled up sleeping bag on the back seat, with all the other camping gear.


I tried to catch a glimpse of the bag, but it was too far back behind my seat.

Any "normal" person would've just reached out for it to read the specs given on the stuff sack, but I was so paranoid about my dad finding out about my weird fetish that I pretended not to care about the new bag.


We drove all the way north to our usual lakeside camping spot and although I was still pooped, my mind was too consumed by the new sleeping bag for me to get anymore rest.

I looked at the time and it was only 11 AM.
I found myself wishing it was already nighttime so that I could crawl into my new bag and zip myself up.



We arrived at the camping spot and all three of my uncles were already there.

The big tent was already fixed up, so all that was left to do was bring our stuff inside, fix up the cots and get our fishing gear ready.

I got out of the SUV and greeted all three of my uncles; uncle Joe, uncle Don and uncle Frank.


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Joe was a few years older than my dad, while Don and Frank were both slightly younger.

I was happy to see them, but I was really anxious to see the new bag my dad had bought me.


"Go bring our stuff inside the tent." my dad told me, while he and my three uncles each opened up a beer.


I quickly started getting our stuff from out of the SUV, careful not to appear too caught up by the new sleeping bag.
I emptied the SUV out until the only thing left inside was my new bag.


It looked really big in it's dark, grey stuff sack. Much...much bigger than my previous bag.
The moment I picked it up, I knew this was gonna be an awesome bag.
It felt really heavy...easily three to four times heavier than my old bag.


I nervously marched my new bag inside the tent, careful not to walk too fast or seem out of character.


The moment I got inside the tent, I sank down to my knees and looked at the specs on the stuff sack.

The stuff sack read: 12 lbs/5,4 kg. Temperature (comfort) rating: -23C/-10F.

My eyes immediately bulged out of their sockets.

This was gonna be a really hot bag!


I slipped my hand inside the small opening in the grey stuff sack and immediately felt the soothing touch of the soft nylon within.

I started opening the stuff sack, anxious to see what the bag looked like, but before I knew it, I heard footsteps approaching and quickly got up inside the tent.

"Come on, kiddo." I heard a familiar voice call out to me. Uncle Joe opened the tent door and invited me out.
"You can finish setting your things up tonight. Come on, we're going hiking now." he told me.



The day was relatively fun. We hiked a lot.
The sun was out but the weather was cold.

Walking kept me warm, but as soon as I stopped, I felt the wind rip through my thin jacket and hoodie.

My dad and uncles looked overdressed for this time of the year, but at least they were warm and toasty in their big down jackets.


By 5 pm the sun was already going down and the air was getting considerably colder.

Even as we ate supper around the campfire, I couldn't help but think about zipping up inside my new bag for the night.
The cold, combined with my lack of sleep from the previous night, made the thought of retreating to the tent, VERY tempting.

I must've looked really tired, 'cause Joe actually suggested I get to bed early.

My dad looked at me and agreed with his brother.
"Come on, son. Let's get you to bed." he told me.

My dad and his brothers would be staying up around the campfire for a while longer, leaving me alone inside the tent with my new bag.
This was perfect!


My uncles all wished me goodnight and my dad led the way to the tent.
I followed, walking slowly from the accumulation of fatigue.


My dad entered first and lit one of the electric lamps, bathing the tent in soft-white light.

He fixed up my cot and then his.
My uncles' cots were already all fixed up.

The cots were elevated about a foot off the ground and were pretty narrow.
The good part was that they took much less space than air mattresses and allowed all of us to share the same tent, even if a little cramped.

I watched as my dad grabbed the sleeping bag he'd bought me and opened up the stuff sack.
His big, shiny black jacket made swooshing noises every time he moved.

The instant he managed to get the sack off from over the bag, I was mesmerized.

"Yeah, this bag'll keep you warm, son." he said, unrolling it and laying it out on the cot.


Whoa!
The bag was red, rectangular shaped, narrow and thick. Like...REALLY thick.

I pretended not to notice it and tore my eyes away from the bag before proceeding to take my jacket and clothes off, keeping only my t-shirt and boxer-briefs on.

I heard my dad unzip the heavy-duty sleeping bag zipper and open the bag up.

"Yeah." he said, running his hand inside the bag to feel the soft poly-cotton flannel lining inside. "It's really nice and thick..." he mumbled, only adding to my excitement.

My dad grabbed one of the camping pillows and put it underneath the bag, at the head of the cot.

"Alright dad, goodnight." I told him, anxious for him to leave so that I could slip inside this new monster sleeping bag.

"What d'you mean, goodnight?" my dad chuckled. "I'm zipping you up."

"Daaaad! Come on, I'm not a kid anymore." I complained.

"Enough arguing, son. Get your ass inside the bag. I'm zipping you up and that's final." he answered, looking quite menacing in his army pants and big, black jacket.

I sighed and climbed into the bag.


Wow! Okay, it was SERIOUSLY thick!


"Scoot down. All the way." My dad ordered.

I rolled my eyes and obeyed.
The bag was pretty long. With my feet at the bottom like this, the bag continued past my head by over a foot.

"Arms down." he ordered. "Alright, now let's zip you up."

I watched as my dad grabbed the heavy duty zipper and slowly pulled it up.
The bag looks a little narrower than usual for a rectangular bag, but it was even narrower on the inside, with all the thick loft pressing down around me.


The bag was slowly zipped up past my chest and shoulders and my dad stopped just below my chin.

"There. How does that feel?" he asked, patting the outside of the shiny red bag with his hands.

I moved around a little and was pleasantly surprised by just how restrictive it felt.

"It's...it's really thick." I answered, chuckling in disbelief and raising my arms out of the bag.

This was really awesome, but I had to be careful to hide my excitement, lest my dad realise that I was some kind of freak.


"Haha, you bet it is." he laughed. "At least now you wont be complaining about the cold anymore. Put your arms back in, I'm zipping you up all the way." he ordered.

"Dad, I'm okay like this." I argued.

"I said, put your arms inside the bag. I didn't get you a 300$ sleeping bag so you can keep it unzipped during the night."

"Ugh." I complained, pretending not to be happy.


"The bag stays zipped up. End of discussion." he grunted, grabbing the zipper and slowly zipping the entire bag up all the way to the top, the thick loft covering my mouth, nose, eyes and forehead in the process.

The bag was made for tall guys, I knew, 'cause it continued quite a bit past my head.


My dad dragged the upper end of the bag down and bunched it up around my face.
He pulled the bottom part of the bag up and around the back of my head like a big hood and pulled the top part of the bag over my face, bunching it up over my mouth and nose.

Then I felt the improvised hood tighten around my face and realised that the bag came equipped with a set of drawstring to completely close off the top opening.
I wanted to protest, but at the same time this was so hot...

My dad was actually sealing me up inside my new, monstrously thick bag!
He fidgeted around with the cord for a while, then I saw him pulling it tight again and knotting it together a few times.

When he was done, I was completely zipped up and snug inside the thick bag, with only a small crack for my eyes.

"There we go." My dad mumbled, running his hand over the super thick bag. "You comfy in there, son?" he asked, peering into the small opening above my eyes.

I nodded and told him I was, but my response was deeply muffled by the loft of the bag snuggly covering my entire face.


My dad was about to respond when uncle Joe suddenly came in the tent with a rolled up sleeping bag in tow.

"I almost forgot but I..." he said, looking at my dad before suddenly looking down at me and stopping mid-sentence.

"Hey! That's a nice sleeping bag you got him, bro." he suddenly said, drawing closer to my cot and feeling the loft of my thick bag with his hands.


"Yeah, I was tired of hearing him complaining each year about the cold, so I went to the Mountaineering Co-op this morning and got him a winter bag." my dad explained.

"Nice..." Joe answered, running his hands over the swishy red nylon. "Yeah, he'll be really warm and comfy in there."


"So, what were you gonna say?" my dad asked, referring to my uncle's initial words upon entering the tent.


"Ah....it's nothing. I didn't know you'd bought Kyle a new bag, so I brought my old military bag along, just in case he got cold during the night." he explained.

I was expecting my dad to thank him and decline his offer, given that I was already zipped up inside my new, ultra thick bag. But he didn't.

"Thanks bro. Yeah, we'll use it. It's gonna be pretty cold tonight anyway." he reasoned.


"Good. At least I didn't bring it along for nothing." Joe answered, happy to know I'd be using his trusty old bag after all.


I couldn't see much from the small slit above my eyes, but did catch a good glimpse of my uncle's old military bag as he took it out of it's big stuck sack.


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It was a really thick, narrow, army green mummy bag, with a central zipper going up all the way along the top.

I recognised it as the bag my uncle used to sleep in during camping trips when I was a kid.

Being a warm sleeper, he'd eventually upgraded to a lighter, more compact bag and kept this one for more extreme conditions.


"It doesn't smell too good in there, but at least it'll keep you warm and cozy." my uncle told me, unzipping his thick, military bag and supressing a mischievous smile.

It's a good thing my new bag was so thick, 'cause I had an enormous boner inside my boxers.


My dad and uncle suddenly lifted my cocooned form off the cot and placed me on the tent floor.

I watched them put my uncle's bag down on the cot and open it up completely.
Then they picked me up again and placed me back down on the cot.


Suddenly, I felt my super thick winter sleeping bag being sealed up inside my uncle's big, green mummy bag.

His bag was a little narrower than mine, squashing all the thick loft around me, trapping me inside my big, fat, red bag.

My dad pulled the zipper up, over my thighs, my waist and my chest.

"Haha, he's gonna be like our little prisoner for the night." uncle Joe laughed, walking up to the head of my cot.


"Yeah, I don't want him fooling around with the zippers or unzipping his bag..." my dad mumbled, zipping his older brother's mummy bag up all the way up to the hood, sealing me up inside my thick prison.

I started complaining...started trying to move my arms up, but I couldn't.
My red bag was super thick and with my uncle's equally thick, narrow mummy bag zipped up over it, I was trapped.

"Daaad. No. Come on...ugh." I mumbled, my complaints heavily muffled by the thick loft covering my mouth and nose.

I was really aroused by all this, but at the same time, I didn't wanna spend the entire night zipped up like this.

It wasn't even 8PM yet!


"Yeah, good luck getting out of there, nephew." uncle Joe chuckled.

My dad didn't seem too amused about my complaining though.
He reached inside the thick military hood and grabbed the upper end of my thick red bag before pulling it up over my mouth and nose.
"Quiet down." he ordered, pressing the thick loft over my face, smothering my up pretty effectively.


I gave him angry eyes, but that didn't stop him from grabbing the thick military bag's hood and knotting the drawstrings together real tight, sealing me inside my uncle's smelly expedition bag.

"G'night, son." he said, patting the outside of his brother's thick army bag. "Sleep tight." uncle Joe added, causing both he and my dad to laugh a bit as they shut the light off and made their way out of the tent and back to the campfire.



Here I was, alone and trapped inside two really thick sleeping bags.

It was fun at first, but as time went by, the hours became harder and harder to bare.
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Postby observer1 » Thu Jun 01, 2017 1:44 am

Sounds really promising, hope to get another great sleeping bag story from you, bondagefreak.

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Postby squirrel » Thu Jun 01, 2017 4:50 am

Great beginning, love the tightness and helplessness of the kid :)

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Postby canuck100 » Thu Jun 01, 2017 7:18 am

Love it so far! That's a great way to start a camping trip...

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Postby BoundBoyBeta » Thu Jun 01, 2017 1:46 pm

Great so far, can never have too many sleeping bag stories. :)

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Postby puffalover » Thu Jun 01, 2017 3:55 pm

Yeah Bondagefreak!!

This is the type of story I've been patiently waiting for from you. (Not to take away from your other amazing novel worthy stories) :wink:

Terrific start so far and I know it's only gonna get better. Would love to be in Kyle's place tightly trapped in those two huge winter bags. Also, I love the pics you put up with this story especially the ones with Jack in that big overfilled shiny nuptse jacket and Joe's bag.

Can't wait to read the next part my friend! :D
Once I have you tied up in both my overfilled blue and red sleeping bags, You're not going anywhere! Hope you enjoy feeling the soft nylon tightly hugging your skin as the heat will soon become unbearable!

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby bondagefreak » Thu Jun 08, 2017 7:02 pm

Chapter 2 - Alone Time


I couldn't believe it.
My dad had actually zipped me up inside the new, super fat, red sleeping bag he'd bought me.

The sun had just gown down a few hours ago and already the mercury had fallen below five degrees Celsius.
I knew it was supposed to go down below freezing point tonight, but the new monster-sleeping bag my dad had got me would have kept me more than warm enough!

The thing weighed well over 5 kilograms and was easily four times thicker than my previous bag.
Being on the short size, even for a teenager my age, I was a little pissed off about my dad zipping the bag up all the way, not caring about the fact that it continued way past my head.
As if that wasn't enough, he just decided to bunch all the excess loft right over my face and triple-knot the cinched drawcord to keep my head and face sealed inside the bag.

It's almost as though I was being grounded or something!
Only this time it wasn't in my room, but in a sleeping bag instead.


The worst part of it though, was my uncle Joe offering to lend me his smelly old expedition bag.

Given the thickness of the bag I was zipped it, I was expecting my dad to decline his brother's offer.
But no...
He apparently thought it was a good idea to zip me up inside my uncle's fat, military bag, cinch the hood shut and triple-knot it as well.
Apparently, he didn't want me getting out or unzipping my bag for some reason.



So here I was, zipped up and trapped inside these two heavy-duty winter bags.


It was 7:30 on a Friday night and my classmates were probably busy hanging out, drinking and getting ready to party.
Me? I was all zipped up and going nowhere.

This was more than a little ridiculous when you stop think about it,,
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I was sixteen now, almost an adult and my dad was treating me like an infant!


Even more frustrating, was the fact that I wasn't able to get out.
I was sixteen....SIXTEEN and my dad wouldn't even allow me to unzip my stupid sleeping bag!



At first, I wasn't too upset about my predicament.

It was pretty cold outside and I was really warm and comfortable zipped up and sealed inside my uncle's old military bag.


Its only after about 45 minutes that my frustration started mounting.

I was tired, but my state of arousal kept me from getting any sleep.
I was wide awake and bored out of my mind.


I wanted to open the bags up and get my phone out of my backpack.
I knew there wouldn't be any signal this far away, but I had a few games on there that could help me pass the time.


I squirmed and struggled, but I couldn't work my arms up past my chest.
The red bag was too thick and my uncle's expedition mummy was too restrictive.

My arms were trapped.
I couldn't even raise my head out of the bags to enjoy the cool night air, since my dad had cinched them and triple-knotted both of them up real good, leaving only a small hole for me to breathe through.

UGH!
This was getting REALLY frustrating.

I struggled inside the bags for a short while, only to give up and let out a muffled grunt into the thick loft covering my mouth and nose.

I was a little annoyed about being smothered and muffled up by my fat, red bag. But at the same time, I was pretty happy to have my face in there. My uncle Joe wasn't kidding...
His old army bag didn't smell too good.

It actually smelled pretty foul.

Even with the thick loft covering my nose, I could still pick up the strong scent of his dirty winter bag.
He'd undoubtedly slept half-naked inside it, a few too many times, I figured.



I eventually closed my eyes and tried accepting my fate.

At first, the warmth felt good, but it didn't take long for it to start getting uncomfortable.

Time went by and I started dozing on and off, finally caught up by the mounting heat and my growing fatigue.


I only woke some time later when I heard noise from inside the tent.


My dad and uncles were coming in.
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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby Sniffmyfeet » Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:22 pm

Bondagefreak, what an exciting story you're writing again! Kyle's excitement is slowly giving way to fear. I hope the poor guy won't dehydrate inside those hot sleeping bags. It gets so hot when your face is covered as well! But you know all those details, owning a few hot sleeping bags yourself. That's what makes this story really powerful.
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Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Thu Jun 08, 2017 11:02 pm

You know I love that, Sir.

I wish it was me being perfectly sealed up in these hot sleeping bags...especially the foul smelling military bag makes me so horny, knowing how one smells...

I can't wait what attention Joe and Kyle's uncle will have in store for poor him.

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby Harlequinn » Fri Jun 09, 2017 3:42 am

Loving this story already. Can't wait to see what's in store for Kyle. Hopefully a nice big handgag from his dad to quiet him down :wink:

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Postby Harlequinn » Mon Jun 12, 2017 6:23 am

Can't wait for the next chapter of this :P

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Postby Fevax » Sun Jun 18, 2017 1:52 am

omg, this is really THE story I was looking for! I liked your parts of your other story with the sleeping bags a lot, but this is even better! Can't wait for chapter 3 and next! Thanks a lot!

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Postby ABird » Tue Jun 20, 2017 3:13 pm

Great story, the detail of the situation really comes across.

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby puffalover » Wed Jun 21, 2017 8:30 pm

I really hope you can continue this great story very soon my friend. I can't wait see what else is in store for Kyle. (Hopefully even more sleeping bag confinement!) His dad and uncle really know how to keep him bound and warm. :D

Hopefully he won't overheat in those thick bags.

Another thing I love about this story is kyle's demeaning. His dad and uncles are treating him like a helpless little baby. Even though he's 16, they stuff him in those thick bags pretty much against his will to keep him from getting cold. In my fantasy I would enjoy being in Kyle's place, but in reality I'd probably be incredibly pissed at my dad and uncles for doing that.
Once I have you tied up in both my overfilled blue and red sleeping bags, You're not going anywhere! Hope you enjoy feeling the soft nylon tightly hugging your skin as the heat will soon become unbearable!

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Jun 25, 2017 9:17 pm

Chapter 3 - Bundled Up


I must've unconsciously been wiggling around in my sleep, 'cause most of my lower body was on the tent floor by the time I woke up.
I tried to get back on the cot, but only ended up sliding further down on the ground.

I couldn't see anything through the small opening above my forehead, but I heard the heavy tent zipper opening and heard my dad and three uncles enter the small nylon dome.

I heard them chuckling as they entered and saw my predicament. Then I felt strong arms lifting me back up onto the cot.

The two electric lights were turned on and suddenly I could see the tent ceiling through the hood openings.
The tent was really cramped with my dad and uncles all huddled up inside, wearing their big down jackets and parkas.

"Whoa, man! That's a monster sleeping bag you're zipped up in, Kyle." Uncle Frank told me.
I felt several hands run across the loft of the bag, pressing various parts of my thick cocoon.

Uncle Joe's big old army bag was really thick and puffy. But my new, red sleeping bag was even thicker and way heavier.
I was zipped up, trapped, with the more restrictive mummy bag keeping me sealed up inside the big red bag my dad hag got me.



"You okay in there, son?" My dad asked, fidgeting around with the cords that kept the hoods shut.
"Let's strap him down to his cot so that he doesn't roll around and fall off again." I heard him tell his brothers, not even giving me time to answer his question.

"What? Daaaad!" I complained.

The sleeping bag hoods were opened up and a puff of cold hair rushed to embrace my face.
It felt really good.

"Yeah, I have some straps in the truck." Uncle Joe said. "I'll be back in a minute." he added, quickly walking out the tent, his big, parka-clothed form barely fitting through the diminutive tent door.

"Dad! No! Come on." I argued.


"Son. That's enough." my dad stated, pointing a big leather-clad finger at my face.
He must've put his thick leather gloves on to keep his hands warm. In fact, all my uncles had their gloves on.
I could tell from the condensation of their breathing that the air was pretty cold right now.

The sound of my dad's big leather glove creaked as he extended his finger and pointed it at me in a scolding fashion.
"You're always complaining and freezing your butt off when you come camping with us, so I'm gonna make sure you stay toasty warm this year. I'm tired of your complaining..." he said.

Uncle Joe came back in the tent and zipped the door shut, sealing all five of us in.

"Here, bro." he said, handing a bunch of thick-looking ratchet straps over to my dad.

"Yeah, this'll do nicely." my dad answered. "Here." he said, handing Frank and Don a pair of ratchet straps each. "Let's buckle him down nice and snug." he instructed.


"Dad! No! Stop it....I'm not a kid anymore. I don't wanna be mmmpphhhh!" I cried out, or rather tried to.
Before I could bring myself to finish my complaint, uncle Joe walked up to me and clamped his hand right over my face.

He was wearing gloves too.
Big, black, leather gloves.

I struggled inside the two super thick bags, but it was no use.
My dad and his two brothers were already holding me down and getting ready to strap me to my cot.

I tried complaining, but quickly found myself unable to open my mouth.
I was small for my age, but my dad and three uncles were big, strong guys...all of them, much bigger and stronger than me.

I was no match for uncle Joe's big gloved hand.
It covered my entire lower face, from my chin up to the bridge of my nose.
With my hands and arms stuck inside the super thick sleeping bag cocoon, I was completely defenseless....unable to stop my dad and uncles from restraining me further.

"Quiet down Kyle. No arguing. This is for your own good." he warned, keeping his big gloved hand clamped tightly over my face.

I moaned and cried out, but was easily muffled by his large hand.
Meanwhile, I felt a series of straps cinch down around me.

"Yeah, keep his mouth covered." my dad mumbled, strapping my feet down to the cot and buckling the ratchet strap up.

My boner was RAGING inside my loose-fitting boxer briefs.
I thought I was gonna shoot my load then and there.

I continued struggling as much as I could, but my efforts quickly came to an end when Uncle Don came up to my upper body and secured a strap right over my neck level.

My body trembled and I nearly reached orgasm when uncle Frank buckled a ratchet strap over my wrists and lower waist...simultaneously restraining my hands down to my sides and pressing my fully erect boner.

I tried lifting my hands up and tried reaching for my member, wanting nothing more than to jerk off right on the spot.
But I couldn't.
Uncle Frank pulled the strap restraining my hands down real tight and buckled it up.
My hands and arms were snuggly trapped and the strap was squashing the thick loft down over my throbbing member.
This was torture.
The worst part of it was, I couldn't complain about it, 'cause that would mean revealing to them that this predicament I was in was actually keeping me aroused.

Less than a minute later, I had a bunch of sturdy straps pinning me down to the cot.
One at my feet, one at my thighs, one around my hands, crotch and lower waist, one around my upper arms and lower chest and the last one above my neck.
I was going nowhere.

All three of my uncles laughed at my predicament.


"Looks like Kyle's gonna be our little bound up prisoner for the night." Frank laughed.

"Yeah, haha." my dad chuckled, pulling each one of my restraints a little tighter and making sure they were all securely buckled up.
"There."

I was so aroused that I almost shot my load when he tightened the strap going over my crotch.
I couldn't stop myself from crying out into my uncle's smelly, leather handgag.

The two sleeping bags I was zipped up in were so thick, that I couldn't even feel the ratchet straps keeping me pinned down.
I just knew they were there 'cause I couldn't move or wiggle around anymore.

I'd always dreamed about being tied up inside a few sleeping bags like this. But these bags were way thicker than the ones I had been fantasizing about. The combined thickness of both bags was nothing short of ridiculous.


By the time Jack, Don and Frank had securely bundled me up, I was screaming and struggling inside the thick bags.
Not because of the restraints, but because of uncle Joe's glove smothering my nose up bad.

"Uggghmmm...mmmmphhh...mmm!" I yelled, trying to fight his merciless grip.


Uncle Joe had big hands.
He probably didn't even realise he was blocking my nostrils with his big leather glove.

I managed to get a few quick whiffs every now and then, but he did a pretty good job at keeping my complaints muffled up.
My nostrils flared inside his thick, creaking leather, but my moans were not making it out past his hand.


In retrospect, I should've probably remained quiet and tried to just calm down and accept my fate.
It would've made things a little easier for me that night.
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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby squirrel » Sun Jun 25, 2017 10:25 pm

Awesome continuation. I especially love the tight glove gag :)

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby Shadesflirty » Sun Jun 25, 2017 11:23 pm

Delicious agony..

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby Harlequinn » Mon Jun 26, 2017 1:02 am

Brilliant as always

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby xtc » Mon Jun 26, 2017 5:01 am

What a thoughtful family taking such care of their youngest member.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby Sniffingyoursocks » Mon Jun 26, 2017 10:22 pm

Wow, it wasn't just Kyle who almost shot his load during this...the tight creaking leather glove handgag is awesome! I wish I was him, Sir...

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby Shadesflirty » Tue Jun 27, 2017 12:10 am

I'd love somehow if there could be someone else at the campground closer to kyles age who could maybe take advantage of, or share in, his predicament. Surely theres room in those bags for one more..

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby Kidnapable82 » Tue Jun 27, 2017 2:06 pm

I've been following the story, but I just cannot get into the story, because it's "family related." But, hey...to each their own. I just had to write to say that you always write great material, regardless what the subject is about, because I always read your stories from beginning to end, even if it's something I am not into. I am sure you will continue to great great reviews by those who like these type of stories.

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby BoundBoyBeta » Tue Jun 27, 2017 2:44 pm

Kidnapable82 wrote:I've been following the story, but I just cannot get into the story, because it's "family related." But, hey...to each their own. I just had to write to say that you always write great material, regardless what the subject is about, because I always read your stories from beginning to end, even if it's something I am not into. I am sure you will continue to great great reviews by those who like these type of stories.

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I agree for sure, it is great well written material as usual, just not my sort of story for the same reasons.
I'll still end up reading it though... :P

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby bondagefreak » Tue Jun 27, 2017 6:39 pm

Glad to see so many of you enjoying this little tale.

Thanks for the encouragement Kidnapable82 and Boundboybeta.
I know this is not your cup of tea, but your words are appreciated.


Shadesflirty wrote:I'd love somehow if there could be someone else at the campground closer to kyles age who could maybe take advantage of, or share in, his predicament. Surely theres room in those bags for one more..


No worries. I have a few more surprises up my sleeve for the upcoming chapters :quirk:
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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby Shadesflirty » Tue Jun 27, 2017 7:18 pm

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby djtsox » Tue Jun 27, 2017 9:25 pm

great story so far. lets hope there is some sock and sneaker sniffing and/or sock gags in this story. perhaps a little competition between his dad and uncles to decide who has the smelliest socks and sneakers/boots

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby puffalover » Wed Jun 28, 2017 3:10 pm

Damn dude!! This chapter gave me a serious hard on! All the leather clad hand gagging and Kyle struggling against it in his thick bags really got me going. (Especially when both his nose and mouth are covered by his uncle's big hand) It would be hard for me not to blow my load if I was in his place.

Also, the way you write all the action that's happening in the last chapter so clearly shows how great of an author you truly are! I'll admit I don't normally get turned on by dads and uncles bounding their sons/nephews, but you really make it work in this story.

Can't wait to read what's coming up for Kyle.
Once I have you tied up in both my overfilled blue and red sleeping bags, You're not going anywhere! Hope you enjoy feeling the soft nylon tightly hugging your skin as the heat will soon become unbearable!

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Jul 02, 2017 10:13 pm

Chapter 4 - No Laughing Matter


"Man, he's got quite a bit of fight in him." uncle Don chuckled.

"Well he sure as hell ain't gonna be cold in Joe's old mummy bag." Frank added, using his gloved hands to feel the enormous amount of loft and thickness that surrounded me.

"You should see the bag Jack got him." Uncle Joe told his brother, referring to the super fat, red bag I was trapped in.
"It's fuckin nice and thick." he added.

"Yeah...it sure seems like it." Frank remarked, pressing down against my thick bags.


I tried moaning, but it was no use.

Uncle Joe slipped a big gloved hand under my head and used it to stop me from moving my head away from his smothering hand gag.
"Bro, you got something to shut him up?" he suddenly asked my dad, who was apparently busy looking for something.

"Yeah, that's what I'm looking for." my dad answered.


"UUUHMM!?" I cried out in my uncle's big, leather glove.

"Shhhhh...quiet down, Kyle." Joe told me, rocking my head from side to side while maintaining his big, smothering grip over my face. "That little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, kid."
"Hey Frank." Joe, suddenly called. "I got some duct tape in the truck. Wanna get it for us?" he asked.

"Yeah, no problem." uncle Frank answered, quickly exiting the tent.


"Fuck, I didn't bring any spare socks." My dad cursed, going through his backpack. "Could've shoved one in his mouth."

"Doesn't matter bro, just use the ones on your feet." uncle Don suggested, chuckling mildly.


"Yeah, just shove a sock in his mouth." Joe pitched in, keeping his gloved hand clamped tightly over my face, stopping me from screaming or calling for help.


My dad smirked evilly before sitting down on his cot and slowly unlacing and removing both of his old hiking boots.

"Hmm.....how about that, nephew?" Joe teased, squeezing my face with his gloved hand. "You gonna have fun chewing on one of your dad's smelly socks?"


"UHMMMPHH?!" I cried out, more than a little caught off guard by the cruelty of their plan.



To my horror, my dad was wearing the same old, hole-ridden, black Adidas socks he always wore.
There was NO WAY IN HELL those were going in my mouth.
I wouldn't allow it!
His big, old, dirty work socks probably hadn't been washed in over a month and he wore them every day inside his smelly construction boots.

I wanted to scream after my dad. I wanted to yell at him and ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing.

But all I managed to do was grunt and moan unintelligibly inside my uncle's big, gloved hand.
"Ummmphhh...uuugghmmmph!" I yelled, quickly silenced by the tightening handgag.


"Shhh....Shhh...Shhh. You're not getting out of those sleeping bags, Kyle." uncle Joe told me, ignoring my muffled screams.

"Mmmmm....uuummhhgg....uuggmmmpph." I yelled in defiance.

"Yeah. That's a real nice sleeping bag your dad got you. Real thick and heavy." my uncle continued, visibly enjoying my state of mounting frustration. "My fat, green mummy's gonna make sure you stay all nice and zipped up inside that big red bag of yours." he added.



"Jesus, it stinks in here!" Frank complained, upon entering the tent with a big roll of wide, silver duct tape in hand.


It did stink. My dad's feet and socks were to blame.


"Aww fuck, bro." Uncle Joe muttered, visibly sickened by the potent stench of my dad's cheesy socks filling the tent.

Don didn't say anything, but quickly crinkled his nose in disgust.


My dad chuckled, visibly amused by the reaction from his three brothers. "Guys, c'mon...it's not that bad." he laughed.


"Are you kidding? Fuck....it smells like shit in here!" Frank shot, covering his nose with his own glove and opening the tent door to try and air out the strong stench filling up the dome.


"UMMMmmggh....mmmm....Ugghm!" I screamed, the thought of gagging on one of my dad's putrid old socks literally scaring me to death.

At first, I thought they were just fooling around with me.
But it wasn't long until I realised they were actually seriously thinking of going through with this!

There's NO WAY one of those socks was going in my mouth.
No FUCKIN' way!


I watched my dad sit down on his cot before peeling both of his big, black Adidas crew socks off.
Big balls of black lint fell to the tent floor and even more lint appeared stuck between his big, sweaty toes.


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I watched in horror as my dad picked one of his hole-ridden, sweat stained socks off tent floor, turned it inside out and used it to gather the balls of slimy lint stuck between his plump toes.
He cleaned his other foot in a similar fashion, before crumpling up the big, moist sock in his gloved hand and walking up towards me.

My uncles chuckled...but were still visibly sickened by the potency of my dad's rancid foot stench.

My dad was a real macho guy.
He had big, stinky feet and worked with big, heavy boots on his feet every day of the week.
To make things worse, he always wore the same stupid socks and almost never put them in the wash.
One thing that was certain; judging from the strong, rotten-cheesy stink that filled the tent, his socks had not been washed in a really, REALLY long time.


"Any last words before we muzzle you up for the night, son?" he asked.u
Uncle Joe quickly removed his big hand from my mouth so that I could finally speak.


"Mmmpphhh! Dad! What the hell?! This isn't funny anymore! Let me go!" I yelled, struggling inside the two massive sleeping bags.


"You're staying zipped up inside your bag until tomorrow morning, son. That's final." he answered, sternly.


"You can't fuckin' do this! I'm fuckin' sixteen! I'm not a kid anymore! Let me out!!" I grunted furiously.


"Alright son, open up." my dad ordered, his massive, black, jacket-clad form towering over me.


"No. NO!" I cried out, panicking as my big, jacket-clad captors closed in and towered menacingly over my zipped up body.


"Dad. Stop! You're not putting your fuckin' dirty sock in my mouth! Dad...no!" I yelled.


"Open your mouth, son. Nice and wide!" he ordered anew, quickly loosing his temper.


"Dad! NO!! STOP!! You're NOT gagging me with your sock!" I cried out, shaking my head from side to side.


"The sock is going in whether you want to or not. Now open up! I'm NOT telling you again!" he warned.


"You're not doing this. You're not....no...nooo...NO!...HEEELLLP! HELmmmppppphhhh." I screamed, my dad and uncles quickly covering my vulnerable face with their big gloved hands.


"mmhhh...uugghmm...phhfff." I cried out, gagged and smothered by the multiple gloved hands that clamped down over my face, covering everything from my chin to my forehead.
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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby squirrel » Sun Jul 02, 2017 10:50 pm

Marvelous piece of work, man!

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Re: The Camping Trip (MMMM/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby footfreakshawn93 » Mon Jul 03, 2017 8:08 am

This is pretty hot BF. I think he should be forced to sniff all of there bare feet at the same time since he was so disobiebient. That should teach him a lesson for sure ;)


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