Socksbound wrote: ↑3 years ago
...I guess you could say I’ve officially softened my stance on Nick
Maybe just maybe by the end of this he could jump above Josh
Yes I just said that
@Socksbound You are so funny
Maybe I’ve just come to my senses, about the allure of having a daddy like Nick. Big strong protective, last time I checked Nick hasn’t spent any time as an excessively bound mummy like Josh. How’s Josh gonna protect me from those brutes we know he can’t and I like to cause trouble.
I’m not turning in Josh I can here you all saying I’ve jumped ship. He’s special, but if the last book taught me anything it’s that having someone to protect me even from myself is what’s needed. Oh and Steven needs that too. Nick is definitely that guy for him.
No I’ve not been taken against my will and being forced to say this
Socksbound wrote: ↑3 years ago
...I guess you could say I’ve officially softened my stance on Nick
Maybe just maybe by the end of this he could jump above Josh
Yes I just said that
@Socksbound You are so funny
Maybe I’ve just come to my senses, about the allure of having a daddy like Nick. Big strong protective, last time I checked Nick hasn’t spent any time as an excessively bound mummy like Josh. How’s Josh gonna protect me from those brutes we know he can’t and I like to cause trouble.
I’m not turning in Josh I can here you all saying I’ve jumped ship. He’s special, but if the last book taught me anything it’s that having someone to protect me even from myself is what’s needed. Oh and Steven needs that too. Nick is definitely that guy for him.
No I’ve not been taken against my will and being forced to say this
It's no secret that I'm not Nick's biggest fan, but I get where you're coming from. I'd definitely agree that Steven does need that.
And are you sure you're not being forced to say all this?
[mention]Socksbound[/mention] Seems to me that what you really need is a daddy like Nick who's willing to let you spend time with a friend like Josh. Of course there'd need to be some ground rules in place but I'm sure Nick would know what to do if things got out of hand.
(Now I want Josh to come on the camping trip - Nick, Steve, Zach, Jeremy & Josh - that sounds like a fun time! Maybe something for the future once life has settled down.)
A pup is for life but especially for bondage so get out the sleepsack and muzzle.
Pup Wingletang wrote: ↑3 years ago
@Socksbound Seems to me that what you really need is a daddy like Nick who's willing to let you spend time with a friend like Josh. Of course there'd need to be some ground rules in place but I'm sure Nick would know what to do if things got out of hand.
(Now I want Josh to come on the camping trip - Nick, Steve, Zach, Jeremy & Josh - that sounds like a fun time! Maybe something for the future once life has settled down.)
Oh I like this...
I think you nailed it in your first paragraph!
And like your idea on the second... we know Josh would take advantage of Jeremy and Steven, and egg on/plant seeds in Nick's and Zach's minds...
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Pup Wingletang wrote: ↑3 years ago
@Socksbound Seems to me that what you really need is a daddy like Nick who's willing to let you spend time with a friend like Josh. Of course there'd need to be some ground rules in place but I'm sure Nick would know what to do if things got out of hand.
(Now I want Josh to come on the camping trip - Nick, Steve, Zach, Jeremy & Josh - that sounds like a fun time! Maybe something for the future once life has settled down.)
Oh I like this...
I think you nailed it in your first paragraph!
And like your idea on the second... we know Josh would take advantage of Jeremy and Steven, and egg on/plant seeds in Nick's and Zach's minds...
[mention]Pup Wingletang[/mention] I think that’s exactly what I need
As for Josh coming o the trip that would be amazing, like [mention]socjuc[/mention] said he’d give inspiration to the two alphas who could then add Josh in as a third captive
Pup Wingletang wrote: ↑3 years ago
@Socksbound Seems to me that what you really need is a daddy like Nick who's willing to let you spend time with a friend like Josh. Of course there'd need to be some ground rules in place but I'm sure Nick would know what to do if things got out of hand.
(Now I want Josh to come on the camping trip - Nick, Steve, Zach, Jeremy & Josh - that sounds like a fun time! Maybe something for the future once life has settled down.)
Oh I like this...
I think you nailed it in your first paragraph!
And like your idea on the second... we know Josh would take advantage of Jeremy and Steven, and egg on/plant seeds in Nick's and Zach's minds...
@Pup Wingletang I think that’s exactly what I need
As for Josh coming o the trip that would be amazing, like @socjuc said he’d give inspiration to the two alphas who could then add Josh in as a third captive
Do you think Phil might enjoy that camping trip too..? someone had to say it...
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And like your idea on the second... we know Josh would take advantage of Jeremy and Steven, and egg on/plant seeds in Nick's and Zach's minds...
@Pup Wingletang I think that’s exactly what I need
As for Josh coming o the trip that would be amazing, like @socjuc said he’d give inspiration to the two alphas who could then add Josh in as a third captive
Do you think Phil might enjoy that camping trip too..? someone had to say it...
Actually great idea then Steven can let Nick in on what happened with the switch so we see some real justice
Nick's stern demeanor confused me and at first I wasn't sure whether Steven's interpretation was right. But when that smile lighted up his face, I felt like Steven was right. Yeah, I believe Nick did this to show Steven that he'd do anything for him, even if he doesn't like it himself.
I was really impressed when Nick sniffed the boots himself. It's something you don't really expect from him and it was hot to see he didn't like it. At least he now realises again what Steven has to deal with so often!
Steven has become much more submissive. So easily changing between his roles as a lover and a sub, almost uniting them. I'm really happy and satisfied when Nick and Steven share little moments of affection. It seems Steven also knows they are moments to be cherished.
I enjoyed Chapter 242, I was warming to Nick when I read the part about the netflix account, that was sweet. And I am one of those who considered Steven to be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. But I sure love that he's happy right now, and hope he stays that way.
But of course Nick being a total tool at breakfast has to ruin the sweetness of it all lol.
Loved these last few chapters, and definitely excited to see where it goes. Thanks BF!
sws91 wrote: ↑3 years ago
I'm trying to get caught up on this story.
I enjoyed Chapter 242, I was warming to Nick when I read the part about the netflix account, that was sweet. And I am one of those who considered Steven to be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. But I sure love that he's happy right now, and hope he stays that way.
But of course Nick being a total tool at breakfast has to ruin the sweetness of it all lol.
Loved these last few chapters, and definitely excited to see where it goes. Thanks BF!
Glad to see another reader with similarly-mixed feelings towards Nick But I agree, if Steven is happy and stays happy, then I'm good!
I'm honestly a bit surprised that you guys are really into this, given how slow the start of this book is.
I'm also a bit surprised by how much room Joshua's been taking in the comments section since his first appearence a couple months ago.
I of course knew he would be well-liked by you guys, but I wasn't expecting him to be this popular.
Seems Barbie-boy's outdone himself, both in his school and on here.
[mention]socjuc[/mention] That's right, boi.
From now on I'm personally putting you in charge of that list. Make sure it gets done and keep it updated.
[mention]sws91[/mention]
Welcome back, boy!
Real glad to see you back amongst us. Hope you enjoyed the second half of Book VI.
Your profile pic certainly leads me to believe you might've
"No, c'mon babe. You can't be serious?" Nick said, as soon as he walked into the bedroom and saw the jacket I'd chosen for him to wear.
The weather was indeed quite cold and windy for this late in the season, but it clearly did not warrant the overkill measures I'd taken by pulling out my boyfriend's stupidly overfilled, black North Face puffer from the closet.
This wasn't the first time Nick had allowed me the privilege of choosing his outerwear, and although I found the tightness of his leather jacket to be incredibly appealing, the sight of him wearing his super fat, beefy down puffer made the hunky man look like an absolute beast!
We argued for a bit, but after picking his ridiculously fat puffer off the bed and turning around to hang it back up in the closet, the burly blond beast simply stopped in his tracks and looked at me.
"You're serious? You really want me to wear this?" he asked, breaking out of his usual composure and not even bothering to hide the look of puzzlement on his face.
I nodded my head and smiled hopefully.
Suffice it to say, the man was not satisfied with my response.
"Why? I got tons of nice jackets in there. Why are you always coming back to this one?" he pressed, causing me to simply shrug my shoulders and give him an almost apologetic look.
Again, no satisfactory answer came his way.
Nick just stood there looking at me as though I was the greatest mystery in the universe.
Unlike college-star Josh, I was still very much uncomfortable talking about stuff that turned me on.
My boyfriend knew I had a thing for moderately smelly socks and shoes, and he knew I had a thing for seeing him wearing leather gloves.
But even though we were lovers and he owned me, admitting my kinks to him still felt kinda weird.
I sometimes lamented the man for his lack of emotional display and communication skills, but in all honesty, I had some issues with those things as well. Especially the communication part.
Meeting Josh had been such an eye-opener for me and had made me realise just how cool it was to actually talk about kinks and fetishes to someone who shared the same interests. But opening up to the lad had been difficult for me even though I knew he and I shared the same kinks. So imagine how much harder it was for me to actually open up to someone who didn't share those kinks.
I didn't wanna be ridiculed, and so instead of facing up to my urges I kinda just went with the flow and hoped that Nick would somehow pick up on my secret desires. Stupid, I know. But that's just the way I was.
Nick eyed me up as though he couldn't figure me out, but then surprised me by lifting the absurdly fat nylon puffer up and slipping it on over his massive torso. The ensuing result did not disappoint.
The loud swooshing of noisy nylon filled the room as my Master's jaw-droppingly thick arms and huge, bushy pits disappeared into the ridiculously puffy jacket sleeves.
In an instant, my lover went from being a hunky, muscle-shirt god, to being an absolute BOSS!
Everything about him screamed Alpha, and the monstrously fat puffer he now wore made him look even more masculine than he already was...which in itself, seemed virtually impossible.
Inexplicably pleased with the huge man's sexy attire, I allowed my hazel-coloured orbs to roam up his form and bit my lower lip in an attempt to suppress a smile.
Nick kept his eyes peeled on me, even as he put his black sports cap on, put his keys and wallet inside his left pocket and grabbed his leather police gloves from off his desk.
My body practically trembled with desire as the giant, puffer-clad beast gave me a cold, predatory look and then menacingly approached my form. I took a step back as he closed in. And then another, until finally, my back was right up against the wall.
The mighty muscleman closed the distance between us and stood so close to me that the tip of my nose was practically brushing his chest.
With the unzipped puffer jacket over his torso, his upper body frame was now twice as broad as my own.
I kid you not. It was like two Stevens, side by side.
The crazy fat puffer jacket swooshed noisily as its wearer lifted his colossal arms up and purposefully started putting his leather gloves on in front of my face.
Nick knew I had a thing for his gloves and he took a strange pleasure in making me watch as he slowly donned them onto his huge, work-hardened hands.
His gloves were really big but barely seemed large enough to accommodate his giant palms and fingers.
The leather creaked and groaned as he struggled to get his thick, muscly digits into the tight finger slots.
For a normal person, there was absolutely nothing remarkable to see here.
But for me, this was even better than porn!
My hands tentatively shot upwards and began slowly started caressing the silky smooth exterior of my Master's nylon puffer jacket.
I dug my fingers into the immensely thick down-filled baffles that puffed up around his arms, and the nylon responded to my touch by emitting a series of creaks and high-pitched swishing sounds.
Nick seemingly took notice of what I was doing, and he almost immediately pressed me for answers regarding his attire.
"You like that, babe? Eh? You like seeing your man wearing his big, fat puffer?" he asked, causing me to nod my head several times and respond with an almost desperate-sounding "Um hum."
The absolutely colossal, two-meter-tall hunk said nothing and simply continued putting his gloves on while at the same time narrowing his eyes down and keeping his gaze locked on my face.
My knees felt like jelly and my breathing became almost erratic by that point.
I couldn't back up or go anywhere, and yet I could hardly bring myself to stand still.
The scent of his body, the smell of his jacket and the warmth that spilt out of it drove me insane!
I wanted him to fuck me so bad and had to resist the urge to just drop to my knees and beg to have his meat in my mouth.
As soon as both his gloves were on, the beast grabbed the back of my head with one hand and raised my chin up with the other.
He pulled my head up towards his, forcing me up on the tips of my toes and leaving me no choice but to place my hands on his warm chest.
Our lips connected, our saliva mingled, and before my mind had even registered it, his tongue was in my mouth, hungrily claiming it as his own. He growled and I whimpered, struggling to stand taller on my toes for fear of having my skull ripped off my neck.
The King lowered his head down towards mine, removed his hand from my chin and brought his arm down around my lower back before pressing me up against him. We kissed for a good minute before he tore his lips away and started whispering sweet nothings into my ear.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight, babe. Gonna fuckin' fill you up with seed and plant my babies inside you." he spoke, his voice sounding more like a growl as he sniffed my hair and nibbled the top of my left ear with his teeth.
I just buried my face in his pecs, sniffed the hot air inside his super fat jacket and moaned with pleasure.
"I can't wait to get inside that tight little pussy of yours and make you pregnant." he added, nuzzling my hair up with his face and lowering both of his leather-clad hands into my sweatpants before grabbing my pert bums and squeezing them tight.
I moaned, yelped and giggled at the silliness of his words.
"Hmm I dunno, Sir. I think you need to brush up on your biology." I suggested.
Nick just growled and squeezed my bums harder before moving a gloved hand up to my face and pulling my chin up.
"Well, then I'm just gonna have to keep filling you up and pumping my seed inside you until something happens..." he answered, the sound of his deep, husky voice slowly breaking off into a series of low growls and aggressive, predatory noises.
I just stood there and looked up at the man I loved with big, fearful puppy eyes before lowering my eyes down to avert his hungry gaze.
Nick and I continued playing this little game for a few more seconds until the man finally decided it was time to leave and get the truck loaded up and ready.
Most of the stuff was crammed into the back of the pickup, but I also placed our two duffle bags at the foot of the passenger-side seat and placed Nick's massive sleeping bag on top of the passenger seat itself, leaving me with no place to sit other than the small pop-up seat that usually served as a cupholder between the two of us.
When Nick saw where I was sitting and noticed that I'd intentionally cluttered up the passenger seat with his sleeping bag and a bunch of other stuff, he just huffed disapprovingly before taking his usual spot behind the wheel.
Between the monster sleeping bag on my right and Nick's ridiculously broad, puffy frame on my left, I had virtually no wiggle space to move around and felt almost as though I was being squashed like a bug.
I didn't care, though. I wanted to sit as close to my Man as possible. And even though the convenient fold-up seat was real narrow and somewhat uncomfortable, I was far happier sitting here than I would've been on the not-so-distant passenger-side seat.
Nick put his sexy aviator-style sunglasses on, turned the heat up, checked to see that I was buckled up properly, and then squeezed my left thigh for a quick second, before finally placing his hands on the wheel and driving us out of the driveway.
Off to another adventure.
On to our romantic getaway.
BOUND & GAGGED KINK INDEX
A "CLICK-TO-READ" LIST OF CHAPTERS, FOLLOWED BY THE APPROPRIATE KINK/FETISH TAGS FEATURED WITHIN EACH CHAPTER.
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Really enjoying the small acknowledgments and tender moments these last few chapters have had in them. Although not huge romantic gestures (not Nick’s style) it’s enough to show Nick slowly softening.
This also makes me think that there is something about to happen. In true [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] style he’s going to turn a beautiful moment like this into an emotional outburst from me, I can sense it
For the minute though I’m going to enjoy Steven and Nick having these nice gleeful passing moments, smiling and happy as I do.
Steven talking bout how he could speak about his kinks with Josh as they shared them, but not with Nick as he doesn’t is something I can totally relate to. If he does find a way to be comfortable telling Nick I might use that in my own life
Steven is almost creaming his underwear, isn't he? But I certainly understand why. That puffer jacket is a really good choice. Nick should have grasped this opportunity with both hands: Steven is now willing to suck and be fucked. I like the interaction between Steven and Nick. Sexy and masculine. Steven will get Nick's load deep inside him. I hope Nick brings a butt plug with him so his seed will stay inside for longer
Socksbound wrote: ↑3 years ago
Really enjoying the small acknowledgments and tender moments these last few chapters have had in them. Although not huge romantic gestures (not Nick’s style) it’s enough to show Nick slowly softening.
This also makes me think that there is something about to happen. In true @bondagefreak style he’s going to turn a beautiful moment like this into an emotional outburst from me, I can sense it
For the minute though I’m going to enjoy Steven and Nick having these nice gleeful passing moments, smiling and happy as I do.
Steven talking bout how he could speak about his kinks with Josh as they shared them, but not with Nick as he doesn’t is something I can totally relate to. If he does find a way to be comfortable telling Nick I might use that in my own life
Agreed, I'm enjoying these tender moments between Nick and Steven but I'm also waiting for the other shoe to drop
I’ve started making my way through this saga. This was a clever idea, the sleeping bag. You’ve taken a fairly regular household item that has caught the attention of many a young dude when he first feels those strokes of curiosity about the physical, psychological, and sexual appeal of getting someone else in bondage. This works particularly well between males – the rituals of camping, roughing it in the outdoors, male bonding (no pun intended) – attributes of a lot of “young men’s” literature. Added to that are the other factors you bring in to the basic set-up, the world of scents – the inside of the sleeping bag itself, and, of course, boots, sneakers, unwashed socks, jockstraps, underpants, and t-shirts – basically the ripe smells of maleness. The appeal of the sleeping bag is not only that it so totally constrains another guy, but traps him in a kind of slow-cooker, set on “warm”. As he sweats, he basically steeps in whatever scents are inside the bag stuck in an all-encompassing world of manly scent and helpless bound sensation.
This was a great premise for a short story, so I wondered how you were going to make it something more? Well, I’ve only got 10 chapters under my belt so far, but I’m wondering no more! This story is a testament to the value of character development. I am sensing a trajectory with all the characters so far, especially Nick and Steven, but I suspect the other guys too. On top of that are the little details, physical and psychological. In the cabin scene (remember I’m not very far in, yet), with Nick straddling Steven’s legs, Nick has his hand clamping Steven’s mouth, holding his head to his chest in a suffocatingly tight embrace. Nick is getting a hard-on from what he is doing, and Steven is sniffing his hand. So, in the middle of a scene that has some heavy psychological overtones, we have these little erotic details that remind us of the complexity of what is going on. Nick’s nylon-clad erection rubbing against Steven’s lower back – the sticky wetness oozing through Nick’s trackies, which Steven feels, with a certain developing sensuality, is another example. So simple, but little things like that scene are really masterful. Where Nick reveals he saw Steven sniffing the shoe while tied up on the backseat floor of Brad’s car… he now has a “perversion” to hold over Steven’s head, but Nick has the same kink – stinky shoes/socks. “‘Shhh....for now it can stay between you and me,’ the jock offered, tightening his grip on my face while lowering his other hand over my semi-erect manhood.” This is not the callous master tormenting his slave for the hell of it… Nick is actually as vulnerable as Steven to the sexual appeal of what is happening. There’s also an element of humor to it that taps into the boyish playfulness that flows through everything, even when things look rough. I am glad there are a lot of chapters to this tale because I think I am going to get addicted to the characters. I personally respond strongest to big muscular men getting themselves in a bondage predicament, so I am hoping all of the characters in this saga, will sooner or later, find themselves stewing inside the inescapable confines of a sleeping bag, succumbing to what the experience teaches them, whether they wanted those lessons or not. In the meantime, the tension between Nick and Steven is definitely keeping me turning the pages! Well, that and the boner-inducing funkiness of those dastardly sleeping bags.
Welcome to the party [mention]Muscle-Flex[/mention]!
Always thrilled to see a new reader join our Bound & Gagged bookclub discussions
You present us with an interesting outlook on the earlier chapters featuring Nick and Steven.
Myself and many of the readers here will be looking forward to how your thoughts evolve during the course of your reading.
The story premise has been a somewhat limiting factor for this tale, but I'm glad you were among the ones who persevered.
Generally speaking, those who make it to the point of Nick and Brad hogtying Steven and departing for their journey to the great outdoors (chapter 7/8) remain forever hooked on this tale.
Bound & Gagged will most likely not be ticking all of your boxes, but I'm still hoping you'll enjoy the ride and have lots of fun along the way.
Glad to see another reader with similarly-mixed feelings towards Nick But I agree, if Steven is happy and stays happy, then I'm good!
Yep thats all I want for Stevie-boi!
bondagefreak wrote: ↑3 years ago
@sws91
Welcome back, boy!
Real glad to see you back amongst us. Hope you enjoyed the second half of Book VI.
Your profile pic certainly leads me to believe you might've
I will neither confirm nor deny
There certainly were times where I would've gladly traded places with Steven or Josh.
"Hmm I dunno, Sir. I think you need to brush up on your biology." I suggested.
That gave me a good chuckle!
Also I love to see that general banter between partners. It's great that Steven is finally allowed to be a little bit snarky, and treated like something other than subhuman occasionally.
I wasn't kidding when I said I barely had any room to move in my seat.
On one side I had this extremely cumbersome, rolled up sleeping bag sitting on the passenger-side seat, and on the other side I had Nick with his monstrously fat puffer jacket taking up almost half the space inside the pickup truck cabin.
The inside of his leather-seated truck had never felt so cramped.
With his sunglass-covered eyes fixed on the road and his gloved hands holding the steering wheel, my burly boyfriend didn't seem to take notice of the fact that his right arm was almost completely encroaching on my space.
With my pop-up seat being a bit lower than his, and with his heavily overstuffed puffer jacket being so incredibly bulbous, I practically had the back of his upper arm covering my face and had to keep twisting my head upwards to actually see the road and avoid having my mouth and nose completely smothered up.
The first ten minutes of our drive was spent in near-perfect silence.
Other than the sound of warm air rushing out of the air conditioning vents, only the sound of my Master's clothing filled the silence.
Nick had no way of knowing this, but the sound of his leather gloves creaking noisily against the steering wheel had me practically squirming with desire. It didn't help that his every move was accompanied by loud swooshing noises coming from his crazily overstuffed puffer, and it didn't help that I could hear the sound of his rough jawline stubble brushing against the jacket's heavy-duty down-filled collar.
Maybe it was just due to me not having been fucked in almost five days, but everything about Nick's attire right now made my knees weak and made my body ache for attention.
Still, as desirable as he was to me, the threat of him emptying his balls inside me weighed rather heavily on my mind, especially considering how tight and how one-sided our sleeping arrangements would be for the next night or two.
Don't get me wrong though, the thought of being bred by him whilst zipped up and trapped inside his ridiculously thick, Antarctic-grade expedition bag was an arousing prospect, to say the least. But the man weighed a ton and was built like a brick shithouse. And not only that, but on top of having the biggest, thickest dick I'd laid eyes on, he also happened to be blessed with a near-insatiable appetite for sex.
So as turned on as I was at the thought of him filling me up with seed, I was understandably experiencing a certain level of angst at the knowledge that his desire to fuck my hole had been rising steadily for the past week or so.
He was gonna breed me and he was gonna breed me hard, that much was certain.
A mixture of horny and frightening thoughts raced through my mind as we made our way along the busy suburban boulevards.
My imaginative mind was quickly pulled back into the physical realm when the truck came to a halt and I looked outside to see that we were in a parking lot.
Nick got out, and I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and followed him out through the driver side door.
Normally, I would've just gone out through the passenger side, but with his monster sleeping bag blocking the way, there was simply no way for me to negotiate passage through that door.
The two of us spent the next half hour shopping at the grocery store, stocking up on beer, granola bars, fruit, beans, dried meats, sausage and other convenient snacks that would serve as stomach-fillers for the weekend trip. In retrospect, bringing beans was not such a brilliant idea. But I'd only come to learn that at my own expense a little later during our adventure.
After getting back to the truck and getting the camping cooler filled up, we drove up to the local outdoor equipment store and walked across the spacious parking lot before making it to the building.
At first, I thought maybe it was just the grocery store crowd that was weird. But as we made our way through this moderately well-occupied commercial facility, I quickly came to the realisation that Nick was garnering a fair amount of puzzled stares and curious glances. And by a fair amount, I mean more than usual.
Standing at two meters tall, weighing in at almost 250-pounds, and having a strikingly handsome face, I guess you can say the man was used to turning heads wherever he went.
Usually it was younger women, and sometimes even guys who eyed him up with a look that I recognised. But this time it was different. Nick was getting more looks than usual, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to understand why. In short, the jacket he was wearing was just plain ridiculous for this late in the season. The day was chilly, but certainly not to the point of warranting anything more than a light spring jacket or a moderately thick wool sweater or anything.
Nick just didn't care though.
He walked around the place with his tight leather police gloves and his huge puffer jacket on, giving absolutely no thought or notice to the many stray stares and glances that seemed to be drawn his way.
As for me, I might as well have been invisible.
Still feeling mildly uncomfortable at the idea of people associating us as a couple, I tried to avoid showing my boyfriend the same overt signs of submission I usually showed, and instead tried acting more casual. The point of that being to make others believe we were just friends and that there was nothing to be seen here.
Luckily for me, my man seemed pretty intent on doing his own thing and required me to do nothing more than follow along, which is exactly what I did.
Nick immediately made haste towards the store's fishing department and quickly started browsing through the various rods and reels that were on display.
There were many models to chose from. Some ranging from slightly below two meters in length, all the way to much lengthier, three-meter models designed for heavy-duty ocean fishing.
I watched as my man picked a few of them up, handled them with his oversized gloved hands and then put them back where they belonged.
It's only when he picked up a 7-foot long, carbon fibre rod that he turned toward me and requested my input.
"Here, babe. What d'you think of this one?" he asked, causing me to eye the bright blue, delicate-looking fishing rod he held between his thick fingers.
I just looked at the thing and smiled faintly, not picking up on the fact that the object in his hands was intended for my use.
"You don't like it?" Nick asked, frowning a little at the apparent lack of enthusiasm I was showing.
"No, Sir. I like it. It's nice." I told him, looking up into his eyes and trying to figure why he was suddenly so interested in what I thought.
As you've probably already gathered by now, my input on things was very rarely solicited. Aside from being allowed to carry out my chores in any order I saw fit, I had very little say regarding most aspects of our relationship. Even for things like my bedtime, sex and our weekend plans, my opinion was rarely sought. Nick took all the decisions, made all the choices and decided what was good for me or not. My role mostly consisted of just staying quiet and acting as his unquestioningly obedient stay-at-home housewife.
"Good. You want another colour, or is blue okay?" he questioned, instantly causing me to realise the mistake I'd made in sort of brushing off his original question. I did NOT take Nick's gifts for granted, and I genuinely dreaded the thought of him thinking that.
"You're getting me a fishing rod, Sir?" I asked, my eyes beaming wide in surprise at the fact that this shopping was actually for me.
"Yes, boi. Now c'mon, choose your colour. We don't have all day." he scolded me, handing me the light carbon fibre object so that I could get a feel for it and check it out more closely.
I looked at the selection of colours available and hesitated between green, blue and red before finally gasping in horrour when I saw the price tag that accompanied them.
"Nick. Nooo, that's too expensive!" I complained, feeling absolutely miserable about the fact that the man who'd cleared my debts and who currently fed and clothed me was once again poised to spend more money on me.
Between the expensive shoes, the books, the clothes and the entire garden set he'd bought me a few weeks ago, I wasn't expecting any more gifts from him for at least another year! In fact, I didn't expect any gifts from him at all!
Some folks were used to being lathered with presents and gifts all the time. Some kids even had their parents buy their first cars for them!
I, on the other hand, came from a very modest family. And while my parents always succeeded in paying for our essentials and getting food on the table, I hadn't been anywhere near as well fortuned as Nick was, at least not in the way of wealth and material possessions.
Looking at the price tags and shopping for discounts was almost second nature to me. It's what my parents had always taught me to do.
As such, Nick spending money on me made me feel absolutely terrible about myself. Which is a shame, considering that's the complete opposite of what he probably wanted me to feel.
"Babe. I said choose your colour, or I'm choosing for you." the gloved and booted muscleman impatiently answered, causing me to once again hesitate between the models and fixate the price tag.
It wasn't a huge sum of money, but it was still substantially more than what I brought to the table...which, dare I remind you, was a great big ZERO.
"What about these ones over here?" I asked, walking up to the far end of the rack and showing feigned interest in the blander-looking reels with the lightest price tags.
Nick was no novice to my games though and instantly rebuked me for what I was trying to do.
"Those are cheap. You're not fishing with cheap rods." he scolded.
"But..."
"Alright, never mind. You're taking this one." he spoke, cutting me off before I could protest and placing the medium-length, disassembled blue rod into our handheld shopping basket.
Still feeling awful about the price, I respectfully objected to my man's decision, even after being told to drop it.
I was about to offer up another protest, but the instant I opened my mouth to do so, Nick turned his absolutely COLOSSAL puffer-clad body around and pointed a gloved index finger right up to my face.
"Zip it." he growled, ignoring the fact that a sixty-something-year-old man was currently shopping in the same aisle as us. "When I tell you to drop it, you drop it. Now I DON'T wanna hear another word from you. You shut that little mouth and you stay fuckin' quiet." he continued, immediately causing the other store patron to go wide-eyed and before nervously leaving the aisle in favour of shopping in another part of the store.
With the full weight of my fatherly Master's displeasure now weighing heavily on my shoulders, I quickly bowed my head down and lowered my eyes in complete submission.
I had overstepped my bounds.
Voicing my opinion was allowed, but giving lip or attempting to speak after being told to drop it was not.
Nick was not an unfair Master, but he was highly intolerant of willful disobedience and did not tolerate my stepping out of line even just a little bit. Like I said, this was not your typical relationship.
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I think I'd have picked the same puffer jacket for Nick, but when I read about how all the folks in the grocery store looked at him, I felt a little ashamed. I'm sure Steven felt it as well. But it's another example of Nick allowing Steven to choose and that time, it wasn't difficult for Steven to choose. But this time, in the fishing department, it was a lot more difficult. Because now, there's a price tag on all the products. Somehow, it breaks my heart a little when Steven is unable to accept Nick's gifts.
Going back to the first part of this chapter, I love Steven's anticipation for being fucked by Nick. He's really contemplating how horny Nick probably is and how much Steven craves it himself. But at the same time he's afraid (and who wouldn't be!) of Nick's huuuuuuuuge dick.
Oh, Steven, Steven, Steven... while I may not approve of Nick's methods one hundred percent, I get that Steven needs some strong coaxing in order to become accustomed to Nick taking care of him so fully. I think perhaps this trip might go a long way into getting them to be more communicative towards each other - in between rounds of strict bondage, of course!
