CHAPTER 258 - THE GIFT
Saturday, May 23 (11:05 PM)
The moment I laid eyes on my beefy Master's powerful jawline and intimidating scowl, I was once again swept off my feet and enamoured by the sheer awesomeness of his presence. The aura he radiated was very different from Zack's. Whereas his friend had all the qualities of a fairytale knight, Nick had something far more rugged and animalistic about him.
Even when being soft with me, his raw power and primal brutishness seeped through the cracks of that calm and composed veneer of his.
My man was a beast, and a dangerous one at that! Just looking at his jaw-droppingly huge muscles and glancing at those piercing blue orbs of his reminded me of just how much of a predator he was. And right now that hunky predator had me trapped and gagged in the very smelly confines of his puffy prison-lair.
My eyes followed along as the two-meter-tall goliath-hunk slipped his heavily overstuffed puffer jacket off and slowly undressed. His boots came off, his trackies were removed, and then the tight-fitting muscle-shirt gave way to the biggest, buffest, most awesome arms, pecs and shoulders I'd ever seen.
I'd been sleeping in this beast's bed for nearly five weeks already, yet I just couldn't seem to get over how freakishly huge he was. Zack may have had the most mind-boggling thighs, but Nick most definitely had the craziest biceps.
My 248-pound, blue-eyed boyfriend crinkled his nose up and sniffed the air a bit before making a face and glancing down at me.
"Man, it really stinks in here, doesn't it?" he complained, causing me to crinkle my own nose and nod in agreement.
I watched as the broad-chested muscleman sniffed the air again and grabbed one of his boots from off the floor.
He took in a tentative whiff close to its opening and immediately recoiled away from it.
The smell coming outta there really didn't seem to sit with him too well, but a few more seconds of investigating quickly convinced him of the fact that his footwear was surprisingly not to blame for the stench that permeated the air around us.
The boots did stink pretty bad, but the stench wasn't coming from them, nor was it coming from the clean pair of socks he'd donned prior to our departure from the house eleven hours ago.
"Aww god. It's Zack's shoes!" the blond man hissed, keeping his voice low so as not to be heard by the meaty-thighed, brown-haired muscle-king.
From the look on Nick's face, it was quite obvious that he found his fellow Alpha's powerful foot odour even worse than his dad's. And quite honestly, so did I!
Oh, don't get me wrong. Mr Hoffmann's socks, boots and shoes stank like you wouldn't believe.
But Zack's feet absolutely REEKED of cheese!
"Mhhggmm ggnmmh nn dmmph." I futilely muttered, desperately reminding Nick of the fact that, unlike him, I had no way of escaping the smell.
I tried motioning my head towards my duffle bag, wanting him to open it and see the garbage bags I'd brought in anticipation of this problem. Nick looked at me, but with my hands trapped to my sides and the frustratingly fat sponge ball in my mouth, getting my message across proved virtually impossible.
"What's wrong, babe? You tryin' to say something?" came my brutish muscle-king's visibly amused query.
I tried articulating through Zack's speech-proof ball again but soon found myself huffing and groaning in unbridled frustration.
That's when Nick came up with the brilliant idea of introducing me to his buddy's shoe for the first time.
Fatigue was blatantly displayed on his handsome face, but I guess the sound of my muffled speech-talk reminded him of just how helpless I was. I was sacked, gagged and had no way of getting a word out or escaping my fate. This was quite simply too good an opportunity to waste.
My initial reaction was to shake my head no and growl in my gag when I saw the blond goliath reach gown and grab his hunky friend's ratty old shoe from the floor. Unfortunately, that only added fuel to the fire and caused the jockstrap-clad brute to sit down next to my emprisoned form and open Zack's giant sneaker up.
"You haven't sniffed his shoes yet, eh babe? You've sniffed his hockey gloves and you've sniffed his socks, but now it's time you took a whiff of his bad boys." he teased, scooping my head up out the monstrously fat sleeping bag cocoon and wrapping his powerful fingers around the back of my skull.
The enormous, dingy-looking running shoe was brought down towards my grimacing face.
My nostrils tentatively flared open in an attempt to draw air before the pungent thing got too close, but the smell coming out of it was so strong and vile that I choked and gagged on its stench.
Nick chuckled and kept teasing me by hovering the rotten, cheese-infested trainer above my face.
"Yeah, stinks pretty bad doesn't it?" he asked, causing me to nod my head as much as I could and grunt disapprovingly beneath my sponge gag.
With my face turning green and my eyes watering over, the 248-pound muscleman must've known that I was on the verge of being sick and puking my guts out. But that didn't stop him from pressing his attack and making fun of how helpless I was.
"You wanna take a closer look? Wanna have your face inside it? Yeah, I know you do, boi. Here you go." he smirked, clamping the fetid running shoe onto my face and laughing at the fact that its gaping maw was seemingly able to swallow it whole.
I choked and gagged on the potency of Zack's foot odour, and found myself wondering how on Earth someone so righteous, so noble and so kind could produce foul smells of this magnitude. The stench of Zack's footwear was even more unbearable than Mike's!
"Shhh. Not so loud, babe. Haha! Yeah, I told you it smelled bad, didn't I?" Nick whispered, pulling the sickeningly putrid thing off my crosseyed face and speaking to me as though I was the one who'd asked to sniff it.
The man hovered the giant size 13 trainer over my face for a few more seconds, but then grew tired from the strong, cheesy fumes coming out of it and tossed it back to the floor where it belonged.
I got to sample Zack's footwear that night, but that's not the only thing of his I was forced to become acquainted with.
"Looks like Prince Charming left us his boxers as well." Nick spoke, grabbing his friend's huge, baby blue boxer-briefs.
My boyfriend had no interest in sampling the cloth, but I guess he thought it would be funny to stick the chivalrous hockey player's undies over my face and let me bask in the scent of his friend's crotch for a minute or two.
Truth be known, I was rather looking forward to that. With the exception of Nick, with whom I was madly in love with, Zack was undoubtedly the hottest, most handsome guy I'd ever laid eyes on. Not only could his smile melt me from the inside out, but the sight of his gargantuan thighs and that very hefty-looking package of his literally had me swooning with desire.
It didn't compute in my mind that he'd arrived at the campsite an entire day before we had and it didn't fully register that he'd been wearing those blue boxers for two days in a row already. My desire to sniff the gorgeous man's worn undies had me practically lifting my own head up to greet them.
Of course, when the boxers came down I pretended to wanna escape and get away.
Nick just chuckled and smothered my face with them until I filled my lungs up.
And fill them I did!
I took a big whiff of Zack's cloth and ended up realising my mistake when an unexpected dampness made itself manifest against the underside of my nose.
In his uncaring haste to make me sniff the warrior-king's discarded boxers, Nick had unknowingly gobbled my nostrils up into the overly generous rear end material that lined his buddy's oversized bums.
My nose, or more specifically, my nostrils were left flaring right beneath the wet sweat patch that had formed around Prince Charming's odorous butthole. And by the time I realised what part of his briefs my sniff-holes were being smothered into, it was already too late.
The chivalrous hockey player's inexplicably powerful bum-stench filtered up into my oxygen-deprived lungs and sent me into a frenzied panic. His raunchy, size XL boxers smelled real strong of butt and balls, but it was the fart-like odour that permeated the back-end of them that had me coughing and gagging like there was no tomorrow.
Not wanting the two lovebirds to get wind of what was happening, Nick was quick to pull Zack's briefs away.
He brought a finger up to his lips and immediately motioned for me to quiet down.
I tried to obey, but when the blond-haired beefcake brought Prince Charming's reeking, fuming, bumhole-scented boxers down for another pass, I broke down into a fit and desperately screamed for him to stop.
The amused man was having too much fun and paid my protests little heed, however.
He rubbed the offending cloth all over my face and forced me to take a few more whiffs, this time filling my lungs with the crazy powerful scent of his hot buddy's stinkin' balls.
By the time Nick stopped and tossed the boxers back to the floor, I was a coughing, gagging, whimpering mess.
"Alright, babe. Now quiet down." he scolded, rising up from his seated form and quickly striping himself of his big jockstrap.
The oversized athletic support came off, and my boyfriend's positively enormous slab of meat sprung out.
Nick stood there in all his glory, his frighteningly thick tool shooting out from between his monstrous thighs and standing at a proud 90-degree angle. The sight of it was terrifying, to say the least. But the fear it commanded was only enhanced by the giant ballsack and the jaw-droppingly massive crotch bush that accompanied it.
I yelped in feigned disapproval when his giant jockstrap landed on my head, and couldn't help but groan in fabricated frustration when the colossal, furry-crotched beast squatted down and rubbed his smelly-jock pouch all over my face.
"You're lucky Zack gagged you with that sponge ball, boi. Otherwise, this smelly thing would've been going in your mouth tonight." he taunted, smothering my nose with his big, musky pouch again.
I coughed and groaned a little, but even though the scent of his crotch was fairly strong, the thought of being silenced with my own boyfriend's pube-filled jockstrap wasn't an unpleasant one, considering it had only been worn for a little under twelve hours.
Nick turned around when the sound of Zack's muffled laughter met our ears.
We could ears his deep voice as well as Jeremy's occasional whimpering, but with a nine-inch-thick layer of down insulation surrounding their intertwined bodies, Nick and I were left clueless as to what was going on inside the shiny, black cocoon.
Satisfied with the fact that his buddy seemed oblivious to the fun we were having, my brutish lover once again turned his gaze towards me and tossed his offensive jockstrap down to the floor before brushing my face with the back of his fingers.
"Hmm, I knew that cute face would land you into trouble someday." he purred, fondling my chin with his fingers and running his digits against the top of my gagged lips gently.
I moaned in delight and gave the fiercely rugged man my best set of puppy eyes.
I relished his attention, and it was clear to me from the engorged state of his banana-sized erection that he was enjoying our little exchange as well.
"I'm gonna be lubing you up now." he whispered, reaching down into his duffle bag and extracting a small vial from its clutter.
"Mmn pphff ggnnm mmpph ggm." I pleaded, raising my head out of the fat sleeping bag and articulating wildly in the hopes of having my gag removed.
"No babe. The gag stays in." he scolded, causing me to moan and whimper in genuine disapproval.
I wanted to be made love to. I wanted the two of us to kiss and indulge in a night of passionate love-making.
Whilst having my mouth plugged up was hot, I absolutely dreaded the thought of being kept silent while my frighteningly well-endowed boyfriend ploughed into me.
Nick was what you'd call a "mechanical fucker". He sometimes made a conscious effort to romanticise our sex life, but his main priority was to breed and plant his seed in me. As such, I could only expect so much from him when it came to making his intrusive ministrations bearable. My comfort, whilst being somewhat reasonably important to him, was only secondary. Enforcing himself as my personal breeder was far more important, to the point where he practically considered it as being a sacred duty of some sort. That was his order of things, and if there's one thing Nick held dear in his life, it was order. Order and duty above all else.
Desperately wanting the gag removed, I shook my head no and pleaded my case again, but that just earned me a light tap on the cheek and silencing glare.
"Quiet, boi. Now remember what we spoke about. I'm gonna take you nice and slow, but you're going to have to be quiet." he told me, pointing a finger straight down at me and keeping his somewhat disciplinary gaze locked on my face.
I gave the overly muscular Boss-man a set of pleading puppy eyes, but was once again faced with the frustration realisation that Zack's professional sponge gag did not allow for speech or negotiation.
It moulded itself perfectly to the size and shape of my oral cavity and reacted with lightning speed in keeping up with my articulation attempts. The inflatable plug-gag was definitely still my number one rival, but this foamy contraption was a solid contender for second place. It was maddening in its efficacy!
I thought Nick was going to flip on my back and lube my back entrance up at that point, so you can imagine how perplexed I was when he instead reached out and grabbed his ultra-fat, black North Face puffer from off the floor.
A loud swooshing noise ensued, and I watched with wide, questioning eyes as my very bushy-pitted, beefy blond boyfriend slipped his overstuffed puffer jacket on.
"Zack said I should wear it." he spoke, causing my brow to suddenly arch up in unbridled incomprehension.
Nick looked a bit disappointed by my reaction and seemed almost undecided and ashamed about whatever it was he was trying to do.
"Sorry babe. Zack seemed to think you'd enjoy having me like this." he stated, scratching his head nervously and betraying a very uncharacteristic level of uncertainty.
It took me a few seconds to finally understand what he was getting at, but when I saw him slowly slipping his super fat puffer off, I immediately raised my voice in disapproval and shook my head no.
The blond man's face instantly lit up a little and the subtle hint of a smile quickly returned to his lips.
"You want me to keep it on?" he asked, sounding almost relieved at the fact that I was now nodding my head yes and beaming him a set of very hungry, admiring eyes.
"You want me to wear these too?" he smirked, showing me his police gloves and causing me to nod my head again and eye him up with a look that betrayed extreme happiness and arousal.
I watched as the naked brute slid his incredibly bloated puffer back on and watched as he donned the big, creaking leather police gloves.
Nick was entering new territory now, and no doubt felt a little hesitant about trusting Zack's instincts and taking him up on his clever suggestion.
He was normally a really confident guy. But given how insanely fat and bloated his puffer was, I could definitely understand his hesitation to slip it on and risk being made fun of. Fortunately for his ego, my reaction was quite the opposite, and I was undoubtedly as turned on by what he was proposing as Zack had assured him I'd be.
The blond hunk didn't get off on wearing his jacket and gloves, but Zack apparently had the smarts to realise that Nick could fire up my libido by wearing this stuff to bed one night.
The righteous warrior-king was well versed in the art of sex.
He knew that the more turned-on I was, the more prone I'd be to enjoying my Master's brutish ministrations.
I was now going to be pleasured and bred by my puffer-wearing boyfriend and his fiercely oversized horse-dick.
Thank you, Master Zack. This is a wonderful gift you've given me.
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