CHAPTER 164 - A MOUTHFUL OF LOVE
Saturday, April 29 (7:10 PM)
When I agreed to Zack's condition, I was under the mistaken impression that I would be gagged with ones of his worn socks. I don't know why, but when my assumption was proven wrong, I felt almost genuinely disappointed.
His socks, at least the ones he was wearing on Thursday night, smelled absolutely terrible!
Not as bad as Nick's or Shawn's, but still a lot stronger than Brad's.
It was like smelling fetid cheese!
And yet, while I laid there, struggling inside the maddeningly restrictive bondage sack he'd brought over, I couldn't help but chew on his fat sock and moan in ecstasy.
Being gagged with Zack's cheesy stinkers was very much a sorta love-hate thing.
And I couldn't stop an expression of disappointment from washing over me when the mighty stallion failed to remove his beat up running shoes and peel his socks off.
We talked for a bit and he eventually coerced me into agreeing to be gagged with something that would make my Master's heart rejoice.
I protested at first, not wanting to be gagged with one of my Nick's putrid, bacteria-infested socks.
But Zack was an expert at persuasion and quickly helped me to see the wisdom in keeping my boyfriend happy.
After all, Nick had gotten me expensive shoes, books to help me improve my cooking, chocolates and lots of new clothes. He'd taken me out to the restaurant and then to the movies.
Earlier today, he'd brought me to the local garden center, got me everything I needed to get started with my project, and even built a set of big garden bins for me to grow my veggies and herbs in.
As if that wasn't enough, he'd also prepared the supper for myself and our guest, while I was out playing in the yard.
I owed him.
I owed him SO much, and Zack was right.
I had to give back in any way I could, no matter how insignificant it was.
If that meant gagging on something that would make my Alpha happy, then so be it.
He deserved that, and a lot more.
*Sigh*
Let's be honest here. Aside from cleaning up after him and cooking his meals, the only thing I could do was provide him with a tight hole to shove his cock in.
And even then, I was whiny, uncooperative and too frightened and in pain to think about placing his needs and desires before mine.
I couldn't stomach his feet, and given the severity of his foot odour, the thought of willingly getting on my hands and knees to worship them was unthinkable.
His cock was too long and much too thick for my mouth.
I could barely stretch my lips around the tip of his fat cockhead, much less actually please the man by giving him the blowjob he deserved.
In other words, I was useless.
To be fair, Zack didn't spell any of this out for me.
He wasn't trying to bring me down or anything.
Quite the opposite, he was trying to help me. I just hadn't realised it yet.
Thinking back on everything my Master had done for me since I'd moved in with him, I knew I was indebted.
And so, motivated by deep love and a sincere desire to please my handsome protector, I accepted Zack's offer and agreed to try pleasing Nick by gagging on something from his hamper...whatever that something may be.
Satisfied by my professed intention to cooperate, Zack ordered me to remain quiet and then left the room and headed for my boyfriend's dirty laundry hamper in search for my gag.
Having actually dug through a sizeable portion of it's contents last week, I was terrified shitless of the potential gag items Zack would come across in there.
I know some of you are rolling your eyes reading this, but the thought of having one of Nick's socks in my mouth scared the crap out of me. It would scare the crap out of you too if you lived with him and had to deal with his athlete's foot on a daily basis.
When Zack came back and presented me with something other than a sock, I was more than a little relieved.
But my relief lasted only an instant as my captor approached the bed and showed me the gag he'd chosen, by tossing it right next to my hopelessly bound form.
My eyes went wide as I recognised what lay before me.
My boyfriend's army green boxers!
The same giant boxers that had made me gag and cough back when I went through his hamper on the day I foolishly tied myself up!
Zack walked back to the bedroom door and slowly closed it shut, no doubt anticipating my reaction and not wanting Nick to get wind of it.
"No! No no no. Zack, wait. Wait! Zack, please. Choose something else! Anything else! Please, Sir!" I begged, squirming around on the bed while at the same time failing to put any distance between myself and the dreaded pair of boxers.
My genuine protests must've been very amusing to hear, 'cause Zack was all smiles by the time he reached the bed and sat down next to me.
"Come on, kiddo. Stop that. You love your boyfriend, don't you?" he asked, picking up Nick's enormous boxers with his right hand and slowly crumpling them up into a giant ball.
"Yes, but..." came my immediate reply.
"Then prove it. Here. Sniff." he ordered, cutting me off my grabbing hold of my head and using his other hand to smother my face inside my buff boyfriend's oversized loincloth.
"Mmmnnnph!" I protested, shaking my head from side to side in a desperate attempt to escape the cotton stink-bomb.
Zack held firm though, and he didn't allow me to get my face out of Nick's boxers without making sure I got a good whiff of the thing.
"Shhh. Stop fighting, kiddo." he purred, forcing me to finally calm down and flare my nostrils up inside the blond muscle-god's giant, filthy underwear.
I coughed and gagged, completely taken aback by the potency of the smell.
It didn't help that Nick's undies were turned inside out and that my nose was trapped inside the area that had soaked up his gooch sweat for several days.
My Alpha's boxers smelled real strong and positively REEKED of butt and balls.
"There. See? That's not so bad." Zack commended, quickly pulling the giant ball of crumpled up cloth away from my grimacing face, only to press it back over my nose a mere second later.
I coughed and sputtered with renewed vigour, but my attempts to protest were being muffled out by the giant, smothering ball of filthy green cloth.
"No, boi. Shhhh. Come on. Take another whiff. Thaaat's it." Zack ordered, skillfully using his soothing voice and his firm, yet gentle manner to coerce me into submission.
Once again, I sniffed.
And once again, I ended up coughing and gagging on my boyfriend's putrid boxers.
He must've worn these for three days straight or something!
It's only when Zack asked me how I expected to ever service Nick properly if I couldn't handle his boxers that I actually calmed down and started thinking.
He didn't mention anything about enjoying the smell, only that I needed to handle it and accept it.
Coming from Zack, it was definitely a wake up call.
Of course, I could just ignore his advice and continue being a fussy little princess about everything.
But then how long would Nick tolerate me?
How long would it take for him to tire of my whining? How long would it take him to tire of my reluctance to please him, when he could have a million guys lick up every inch of his muscular body and actually PAY him to do it?!
I had an absolutely GORGEOUS and extremely muscular blond haired, blue eyed boyfriend, and yet, here I was, acting like some overprivileged, fussy bitch.
*Sigh*
His feet were too smelly. His cock was too big.
His crotch was too bushy, and his pits were too hairy.
Good lord, I really needed to get a hold of myself and realise how insanely lucky I was to share Nick's bed at night.
Zack was giving me my very first lesson on how to improve my relationship, and I was failing it miserably.
I wasn't only failing the lesson, I was failing Nick as well.
It took me a while to coach myself, but in the end, it actually paid off.
I knew what I had to do and I made a solemn, serious effort to start fixing the problem.
I wasn't just Nick's boyfriend. I was his house-boi, I was his servant, I was his bitch.
I was NOT his equal and had no right to act like an entitled princess.
He was my Alpha and I was his boi.
I wanted to make him happy.
I LIVED to make him happy.
And so, when Zack asked me if I was ready for my gag, I looked up at him with big puppy eyes, nodded my head yes, then focused my attention back on the enormous ball of smelly loincloth he was holding, and opened my mouth as wide as it would go.
"Good boi." Zack commended, sounding both surprised and quite proud of me for the effort I was making.
I wanted to make Nick happy.
I really did.
If seeing me with his dirty boxers crammed inside my mouth did the trick, then so be it.
He deserved getting his loincloth sucked on and deserved much more than what he was currently getting from me.
I really had to step up my game.
And this was the perfect opportunity for me to show him just how much I loved him and worshipped him.
My lips parted wide, and in the boxers went.
A flurry of smells assaulted my nostrils; gooch, balls and butthole mostly.
Still, I kept my mouth opened and quietly accepted the fate that was being imposed upon me.
That of being the big, beefy blond god's personal loincloth washer.
Oh, the things we do for love...