Re: BOUND AND GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG (MMM/MM) +PHOTOS *NEW CHAPTER 142
Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 5:54 am
Chapter 143 – The Release
Tuesday, April 25 (1:30 PM)
I'm still not sure why this was such a huge thrill for me, but as soon as my cute buddy's freckled face disappeared beneath the giant wad on crumpled up Calvins, I nearly creamed my shorts.
The big ball of smelly Alpha-hunk underwear overwhelmed Jeremy's face and covered up his eyes, nose, forehead and cheeks. The poor kid had nowhere to go.
"Uuggh! Uggmmpphh...uugghhmmphhf!" he yelled, fighting his steel restraints and holding his breath to avoid breathing in through the cloth.
Jeremy fought and screamed and tried to buck me off, but his attempts to dislodge the cotton bundle I was pressing over his face, proved unsuccessful.
"Haha! Come on. Just breathe in." I laughed, pressing the smelly wad down and grabbing the struggling teen's hair to stop him from raising his head up off the mattress.
It's a good thing he had my socks crammed inside his yapper though, otherwise the neighbours would've probably heard him cursing and yelling from across the street!
His screaming didn't last very long.
The instant his nostrils flared open, he changed his tune.
And I knew exactly what he was going through.
Whatever smell...whatever musk his delicate senses had picked up, it made rather short work of his little temper tantrum.
PURE Alpha-male musk. That's what he'd sniffed.
And it wasn't just any Alpha-male either. This was the scent of a truly powerful one. A TOP male.
Little Jeremy could fight me. After all, he and I were equals.
But Nick...Nick was a completely different animal.
The cute nineteen-year-old was no match for the 6'4 blond muscle-hunk's giant boxers.
And so, the fight ended almost as soon as it began.
"Uhhhgggmpphf!" Jeremy cried out, his body tensing up and convulsing under the sheer potency of the musk he'd just sampled.
He must've known by now that the briefs he was sniffing weren't mine. But I decided to tell him anyway.
"Yeah, sniff Nick's big butt and balls." I laughed, practically creaming myself at the sight of the little guy becoming intimately acquainted with the smell of my boyfriend's unwashed boxers.
My prisoner's nostrils flared again, and a series of heavily muffled whimpers and cries made it out past the cumbersome sockgag.
Suddenly he wasn't being so feisty anymore.
Still, I kept the crumpled up pair of giant Calvins planted firmly over his face.
His overwhelmed senses and desperate screams and pleas made me feel sorta bad, but then I figured this was a fitting payback for what I'd been through yesterday afternoon.
I mean, yes...technically, Jeremy wasn't responsible for my encounter with Zack's raunchy socks and hockey gloves. Nick was the one responsible for that. But that was beside the point.
No matter what Jeremy had or hadn't done, Zack was HIS date.
I'd been forced to sniff up his hunky bodyguard's potent musk, so it was only fitting for him to sniff up MY bodyguard's raunchy man-stink as well.
Yeah, this was poetic justice at its finest.
I'd suffered the smell of Zack. Now it was his turn to suffer the smell of Nick.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
And damn, what a fitting payback that was.
Nick's giant boxers really stank of balls and butt!
After a few more seconds of pressing the musky Calvin Klein undies over my friend's face, I finally climbed off his chest and resumed tickling his ribs, pits and nipples.
Jeremy ended up going stark crazy, and my relentless attacks were causing his very much erect boner to bob left and right inside the briefs I'd lent him.
"Uuuugghhmph! Ugggughhh! UUUGHHMPHF!" he screamed, tears streaming down his face, chest heaving up and down and fresh sweat coating his forehead and neck.
"Someone's certainly happy." I teased, pretending to suddenly notice the tremendously engorged boner my friend was dealing with.
The lad breathed in and out through his nostrils but averted his gaze and looked a little embarrassed at the fact that I'd made a comment about his hard-on.
"Ready for round two?" I asked, throwing the exhausted prisoner a devious smile and crawling down towards the foot of the bed.
"Ugghmph. Uggghmpf!" he angrily protested, craning his head up to see what I was doing and suddenly going into another fit as my intentions made themselves known.
Jeremy's attempts to escape were futile though, and in a matter of seconds, I was sitting on his lower legs and pulling both of his socks off.
"Let's see how ticklish you really are." I mumbled, brushing my fingers against the soft skin under his left foot.
The gagged teen literally BURST into wild giggling and curled his toes up in an effort to protect his hypersensitive soles.
This was heaven.
My plan was to take it slow, but the strength of his reaction caught me a little off guard and set things into motion a little faster than I'd initially anticipated.
My next move was a bold, double-handed attack. One hand for each foot.
Jeremy cried and screamed like there was no tomorrow. But even so, there was no getting around my socks.
The two lint-infested bundles I'd stuffed past his lips were muffling his screams out and packing his whole gob up quite nicely. No talking, no yelling and no calling for help.
The little prisoner was mine to do with as I pleased.
Spurred on by his muffled cries, I dug my fingers into his soles and aggressively explored the spaces between his plump little toes. All in all, I spent a good five minutes down there, tickling his feet, brushing my short fingernails against his soles and causing the lad to almost piss himself.
After a bit of taunting and teasing, I quickly stood up on the bed and plopped myself back down next to the young man's upper body before giving him a moment to recover.
I'd actually planned on keeping him cuffed to the bed like this for another hour, but I guess I sort of unintentionally cut the game short when I started digging my finger into his inner thighs.
I tickled his thighs for a few seconds, but as soon as I got close to his crotch, the little dude's angry boner started throbbing and squirting huge shots of warm semen all over the inside of his briefs.
I swear, I hadn't even touched his dick!
The instant I heard his panicked moans, I withdrew and watched as a wet patch grew to encompass the entire front of his boxers.
It must've been one big, gooey, sticky mess in there, I thought to myself as the kid moaned and cried out into his fat gag.
Holy shit! What had I done!?
My face tingled and suddenly I was the one feeling a little embarrassed.
I think we both were.
I'd been so caught up having fun, so enthralled by this little game of ours, that I accidentally caused the kid to cream himself and ejaculate all over those briefs he was wearing.
Talk about a premature release...
Tuesday, April 25 (1:30 PM)
I'm still not sure why this was such a huge thrill for me, but as soon as my cute buddy's freckled face disappeared beneath the giant wad on crumpled up Calvins, I nearly creamed my shorts.
The big ball of smelly Alpha-hunk underwear overwhelmed Jeremy's face and covered up his eyes, nose, forehead and cheeks. The poor kid had nowhere to go.
"Uuggh! Uggmmpphh...uugghhmmphhf!" he yelled, fighting his steel restraints and holding his breath to avoid breathing in through the cloth.
Jeremy fought and screamed and tried to buck me off, but his attempts to dislodge the cotton bundle I was pressing over his face, proved unsuccessful.
"Haha! Come on. Just breathe in." I laughed, pressing the smelly wad down and grabbing the struggling teen's hair to stop him from raising his head up off the mattress.
It's a good thing he had my socks crammed inside his yapper though, otherwise the neighbours would've probably heard him cursing and yelling from across the street!
His screaming didn't last very long.
The instant his nostrils flared open, he changed his tune.
And I knew exactly what he was going through.
Whatever smell...whatever musk his delicate senses had picked up, it made rather short work of his little temper tantrum.
PURE Alpha-male musk. That's what he'd sniffed.
And it wasn't just any Alpha-male either. This was the scent of a truly powerful one. A TOP male.
Little Jeremy could fight me. After all, he and I were equals.
But Nick...Nick was a completely different animal.
The cute nineteen-year-old was no match for the 6'4 blond muscle-hunk's giant boxers.
And so, the fight ended almost as soon as it began.
"Uhhhgggmpphf!" Jeremy cried out, his body tensing up and convulsing under the sheer potency of the musk he'd just sampled.
He must've known by now that the briefs he was sniffing weren't mine. But I decided to tell him anyway.
"Yeah, sniff Nick's big butt and balls." I laughed, practically creaming myself at the sight of the little guy becoming intimately acquainted with the smell of my boyfriend's unwashed boxers.
My prisoner's nostrils flared again, and a series of heavily muffled whimpers and cries made it out past the cumbersome sockgag.
Suddenly he wasn't being so feisty anymore.
Still, I kept the crumpled up pair of giant Calvins planted firmly over his face.
His overwhelmed senses and desperate screams and pleas made me feel sorta bad, but then I figured this was a fitting payback for what I'd been through yesterday afternoon.
I mean, yes...technically, Jeremy wasn't responsible for my encounter with Zack's raunchy socks and hockey gloves. Nick was the one responsible for that. But that was beside the point.
No matter what Jeremy had or hadn't done, Zack was HIS date.
I'd been forced to sniff up his hunky bodyguard's potent musk, so it was only fitting for him to sniff up MY bodyguard's raunchy man-stink as well.
Yeah, this was poetic justice at its finest.
I'd suffered the smell of Zack. Now it was his turn to suffer the smell of Nick.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
And damn, what a fitting payback that was.
Nick's giant boxers really stank of balls and butt!
After a few more seconds of pressing the musky Calvin Klein undies over my friend's face, I finally climbed off his chest and resumed tickling his ribs, pits and nipples.
Jeremy ended up going stark crazy, and my relentless attacks were causing his very much erect boner to bob left and right inside the briefs I'd lent him.
"Uuuugghhmph! Ugggughhh! UUUGHHMPHF!" he screamed, tears streaming down his face, chest heaving up and down and fresh sweat coating his forehead and neck.
"Someone's certainly happy." I teased, pretending to suddenly notice the tremendously engorged boner my friend was dealing with.
The lad breathed in and out through his nostrils but averted his gaze and looked a little embarrassed at the fact that I'd made a comment about his hard-on.
"Ready for round two?" I asked, throwing the exhausted prisoner a devious smile and crawling down towards the foot of the bed.
"Ugghmph. Uggghmpf!" he angrily protested, craning his head up to see what I was doing and suddenly going into another fit as my intentions made themselves known.
Jeremy's attempts to escape were futile though, and in a matter of seconds, I was sitting on his lower legs and pulling both of his socks off.
"Let's see how ticklish you really are." I mumbled, brushing my fingers against the soft skin under his left foot.
The gagged teen literally BURST into wild giggling and curled his toes up in an effort to protect his hypersensitive soles.
This was heaven.
My plan was to take it slow, but the strength of his reaction caught me a little off guard and set things into motion a little faster than I'd initially anticipated.
My next move was a bold, double-handed attack. One hand for each foot.
Jeremy cried and screamed like there was no tomorrow. But even so, there was no getting around my socks.
The two lint-infested bundles I'd stuffed past his lips were muffling his screams out and packing his whole gob up quite nicely. No talking, no yelling and no calling for help.
The little prisoner was mine to do with as I pleased.
Spurred on by his muffled cries, I dug my fingers into his soles and aggressively explored the spaces between his plump little toes. All in all, I spent a good five minutes down there, tickling his feet, brushing my short fingernails against his soles and causing the lad to almost piss himself.
After a bit of taunting and teasing, I quickly stood up on the bed and plopped myself back down next to the young man's upper body before giving him a moment to recover.
I'd actually planned on keeping him cuffed to the bed like this for another hour, but I guess I sort of unintentionally cut the game short when I started digging my finger into his inner thighs.
I tickled his thighs for a few seconds, but as soon as I got close to his crotch, the little dude's angry boner started throbbing and squirting huge shots of warm semen all over the inside of his briefs.
I swear, I hadn't even touched his dick!
The instant I heard his panicked moans, I withdrew and watched as a wet patch grew to encompass the entire front of his boxers.
It must've been one big, gooey, sticky mess in there, I thought to myself as the kid moaned and cried out into his fat gag.
Holy shit! What had I done!?
My face tingled and suddenly I was the one feeling a little embarrassed.
I think we both were.
I'd been so caught up having fun, so enthralled by this little game of ours, that I accidentally caused the kid to cream himself and ejaculate all over those briefs he was wearing.
Talk about a premature release...