THESE EVENTS TAKE PLACE TWO YEARS PRIOR TO THOSE OF "HOW I BECAME THE COLLEGE DORM SLAVE"
MATURE CONTENT MATTER, OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE, NON-CONSENSUAL BONDAGE, MORALLY AMBIGUOUS SCENARIOS.
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Hey guys, happy new year! With 2023 now finally upon us, I thought I'd introduce myself and tell you all about how I came to find out about my own interest in tie-ups and that sorta thing. I'm admittedly not much of a writer, but hopefully, a few of you will find this account to be an enjoyable read.
Seeing as how what I'm about to recount took place exactly two years ago, back when I was a freshman at the college I'm still attending, I guess it sorta makes sense for me to choose this moment to step out of the shadows and share with you what seeded my growing passion for bound guys and smelly sockgags.
This all started on the night of December 31st 2021. So yeah, I was a college freshman at the time and was a decently popular guy at that. Chicks dug me for my muscles and good looks, and I quite predictably ended up making a name for myself by successfully getting drafted into the college football and basketball teams.
When I wasn't training on the field or hitting ball on the court, I was pumping iron with my bros at the local gym or hooking up with some of the finer chicks my school had to offer. In any case, I wasn't entirely surprised when myself and a few of my fellow freshmen bros received an invitation to a new year's eve party that would take place at a friend of a friend's house, just a few kilometers outside of town.
I knew the actual host only by name, but seeing as how I wasn't one to turn down an opportunity to drink booze, hang out with the guys and potentially hook up with a few more hot girls, I of course wasn't about to let this opportunity pass by.
Anyways, I got to the designated place shortly before 10 PM, and much as you probably would expect, I found it packed to the brim with rowdy bros and busty babes, all of whom were laughing, flirting, dancing and drinking quite liberally.
The house was real fuckin' big even as far as lavish suburban homes went, and the host's parents were obviously out of town for the holidays, otherwise I'm none too certain they would've approved of this party...which, I should probably point out, was already going 100-people strong by the time of my arrival.
I spent roughly ten or fifteen minutes going about the packed living room; searching the lively throng for my best buddy Ryan and some of the other mates I knew would probably show up. I recognised about a third of the faces I saw there, fist-bumped about a dozen or so bros as I made my way deeper into the crowd and caught the attention of more than a few chicks; some of which I'd undoubtedly banged at one time or another.
I, at one point, decided to head up to the slightly less crowded second floor, thinking that Ryan and my other freshmen mates might be chilling up there in an attempt to get away from the loud music and general mayhem taking place downstairs. Suffice it to say, my buddies hadn't actually arrived yet, but my tentative foray into one of the upstairs bedrooms gave me reason for open-mouthed pause and left quite the lasting impression on me.
As soon as I made it all the way to the end of the upstairs corridor and pushed the slightly gaping doorway open, I was greeted with the sight of a moderately cluttered bedroom with no less than a dozen or so guys crowding its relatively cramped interior.
The instant my eyes caught sight of the shenanigans going on within, I was mesmerised.
On the hardwood floor, right next to the unkept bed that stood at the centre of the heavily populated room, two guys - a blond one and a darker-haired one, neither of which I recognised - were bound up, hogtied and gagged. Their wrists were tightly strung up to their ankles and their limbs were kept in check with a rather chaotic mixture of what appeared to be ropes and thick industrial-grade zip ties. Both of them were moaning and groaning, no doubt in a solemn effort to get someone's attention, but the room's numerous occupants had apparently taken it upon themselves to prevent their victims from doing just that.
That's not the only thing that struck me though.
Directly in front of the blond-haired prisoner's gagged face lay a fiercely battered pair of blue and grey Osiris skate shoes; shoes that had seemingly been yanked off of his fellow captive's very sizeable bare soles. The nakedness of the darker-haired victim's noticeably sweaty lint-ridden toe cracks immediately hinted at the fact that cotton socks had previously been covering his feet; one of which was still inhabiting the inside of his somewhat decrepit left sneaker.
The second sock, which was neither occupying the shoe's harrowingly smelly-looking interior nor stretched taut across the large foot it once hosted was seemingly out of sight and apparently nowhere to be found.
Only when I caught a glimpse of the similarly-coloured off-white fabric poking out from in between the many crisscrossing layers of heavy-duty gaffer tape that had been haphazardly spun around the wheat-haired dweeb's head did I come to understand where his darker-haired companion's missing sock had taken up residence.
The sock had taken up residence inside his mouth!
That's right. The blond kid's mouth had been preventatively stuffed up with one of his fellow captive's worn socks! And judging from the looks of it, it most definitely wasn't a clean one either.
The darker-haired prisoner's mouth was also stuffed, mind you. But the seemingly unending revolutions of transparent packaging tape orbiting his dishevelled dome did a rather poor job at concealing the mighty black stuffing that bulged out from in between his gaping, tape-covered lips.
Not having been privy to the events which had previously transpired here, the stuffing's nature remained somewhat of a mystery to me...that is, until I eventually caught sight of the sockless, smug-looking jock strutting across the room, proudly showing off his big lint-infested toes to the poor dude who had what seemed like half a mile of clear packaging tape wrapped around his speechless stuffed gob.
The sweaty sock lint lining the cocky stud's supremely plump digits was the same colour as the material being held hostage inside the dark-haired victim's mouth; allowing even the most casual of onlookers to successfully put two and two together.
Anyways, the two bound and gagged runts cried out in unison when their eyes caught sight of my frame standing by the now-open doorway. They screamed; the look on their wide-eyed faces and the sound of their very panicked chorus instantly hitting me like a figurative bag of bricks.
They weren't just begging for release. They were calling for help!
That's when several of the room's jockier occupants took notice of my unannounced and very much uninvited appearance.
Standing at over six feet in height and weighing in at close to 230 pounds, I was definitely no slouch and could brawl with the best of them. But the sheer number of potential opponents sizing me up at that very moment had me temporarily dazed and at a slight loss for words. Fortunately, even though most of the room's occupants were only of a passing familiarity to me, my hunky stature and confident demeanour immediately helped them to identify me as one of their own. I was a bro, a jock, a hunk...a kindred spirit.
"Dude! Why the fuck you standin' around for? Shut the fuckin' door and come help out already!" one of the rowdier studs assertively demanded, making it amply clear to me that he and his burly colleagues didn't want their victims alerting the other partygoers.
Only when I stepped into the room proper and saw the full scope of what was going on did I come to understand why the aggressive-sounding jock was ordering me to assist and why everyone - save for the victims - seemed greatly irked by the wide open doorway. There weren't just two captives, there were four!
The general feeling of annoyance that was temporarily felt following my compromising intrusion came not only from the fact that two of the victims were still in the process of being bound up, but it also stemmed from the fact that neither of them had been properly gagged yet, meaning that their cries for help could potentially alert those who had no business being here.
My initial quest to search for my buddy Ryan temporarily took a figurative backseat as I closed the heavy bedroom door and stood there, taking in the forceful trussing up of two unabashedly uncooperative victims.
I would've been quite content to just observe the chaos from a distance, but one of the guys - whom I immediately recognised as one of the senior players on the campus' football team - rose his head up from the meaty dogpile taking place on the somewhat more compliant victim and addressed me by name.
"Yo Corey!" he called out, immediately causing my gaze to temporarily leave the tumultuous melee. "It's Corey, right?" he asked, to which I approvingly nodded.
"Come on over here and give us a hand, will you? This lil punk is slippery as fuck." he cheerfully complained, drawing me out of my stupor and causing me to rush into the brawny commotion.
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