CHAPTER 150 - OVER THE MOON
Thursday, April 27 (6:45 PM)
When Zack bent down and grabbed a sock from the inside of one of his big running shoes, I sank the back of my head down against the mattress and started squirming and struggling inside my sack.
For a second there, I actually considered screaming at the top of my lungs for Nick to come help me...which was stupid considering the fact that my screams wouldn't make it all the way down into the garage.
And even if they did, Nick wouldn't help me.
Quite the opposite. He'd probably punish me for disobeying his friend!
I was screwed.
To my growing dismay, Zack's face betrayed a certain level of amusement as he slowly closed the distance between us.
I watched in awe and fear as the incredibly handsome, brown haired muscle-hunk climbed up on the mattress, holding one of the socks he'd been wearing just a few minutes ago.
Knowing FULL well what the balled up material in his hand was for, I twisted, struggled and fought against the maddeningly restrictive spandex restraint.
"Damn. You're real happy to be in there, aren't you, kiddo?" Zack chuckled, bringing his free hand down and tickling the outline of my engorged, spandex-clad boner with his dextrous fingers.
Caught off guard, I immediately burst out into laughter and tried to wiggle away.
Suffice to say, I didn't get very far.
The hulking giant's knees came down on both sides of my head, and before I knew it, the beefy muscle-stud was squatting down over my upper chest and sitting himself on top of me.
Zack was careful not to settle his whole weight down, but even so, he felt extremely heavy and I ended up not being able to budge more than a micron in any direction.
"HHuuh! Noooo..." I grunted, taken aback my his weight and feeling absolutely trapped by the pair of enormous legs and thighs that came down on both sides of my face.
I was doomed, trapped, squashed like a bug!
Zack apparently found my predicament really amusing though.
Instead of lifting himself up from on top of me, the huge, muscle-bound stud gave me a pat on the cheek, rubbed his knuckles into my scalp and chuckled playfully with that deep, masculine voice of his.
"Alright, princess. Open up." he ordered, slipping one hand behind my head and using his other hand to bring the crumpled up sock-wadding over my mouth.
"Uggh! Noooo!" I cried out, struggling against the escape-proof spandex restraint and turning my face sideways to avoid the dreaded stuffing.
"Aww come on, kiddo. Don't make this harder on yourself." Zack chuckled, smirking down at me while patiently cupping the back of my head in his large, strong hand.
I closed my mouth shut, but the beefy stallion just laughed and brought his left hand down before rubbing his sock all over my cheeks, mouth, nose and forehead.
I whimpered and groaned in defiance. But the instant my nostrils flared open and caught a whiff of the muscular hockey player's sock, my resolve took a blow and my attitude changed.
The strong hand holding my head kept me from pulling away.
But that didn't stop my eyes from bursting wide open and it didn't stop a stifled whimper from escaping past my sealed lips.
Good lord, his sock smelled FOUL!
The big, buff, brown haired Alpha's sock smothered my nose up, and a strong and unmistakably CHEESY odour hit my nostrils.
"Ugghh...UGGHMPFF!" I coughed and sputtered.
Zack chuckled at my reaction, and I just crinkled my nose up and stared at him with newfound awe and respect.
I don't know why, but my dick was harder than stone by that point.
That wasn't the most troubling part though.
Looking up at the super handsome hunk who had my puny body trapped between his massive thighs, it suddenly dawned upon me that I actually WANTED his sock in my mouth.
The more I allowed my eyes to roam his body, the more I realised what a hot, muscular, sexy guy this giant Alpha really was.
I wanted to obey him. I wanted to submit to him and show him what an obedient boy I really was.
And yes...I actually wanted his big, smelly stinker plugging my mouth up and taking my freedom of speech away.
And so, when the broad-shouldered hockey player finally repeated his order for me to open my mouth up, I looked up into his mesmerising blue eyes and obeyed.
"Haha! Good boi." he chuckled, immediately rewarding me with a warm, cocky grin.
I watched in silence as he crumpled his sock up into a ball, but couldn't stop myself from releasing a final whimper when he lifted my head up and aligned the balled up wadding over my gaping orifice.
Zack's mid-length crew sock was short, probably fitting no higher up than an inch or two above his ankle.
The size of his soles, however, more than compensated for the sock's reduced cuff length.
My eyes narrowed down on the cheesy stuffing, and I instantly recognized what a formidable gag this would prove to be.
The sock's bottom sole was really wide, and long. And the sock itself was pretty damned thick.
I wasn't gonna be getting any words out. Not with THAT giant stinker plugging my mouth up!
I tried getting out a final plea for mercy, but unfortunately for me, my attempts to do so proved too little too late.
The giant, raunchy sockgag came down and began wrestling it's way into my yapper.
"Uugghmm...uughhmm ugghmph." I moaned, trying to mouth my way past the buff construction worker's smelly old stinker.
Zack just smiled and laughed.
He wasn't nearly as rough or as demanding as Nick would've been, but I was clear-headed enough to know that he still meant business.
He was being gentle with me. Real gentle.
His manner was soft and understanding.
He didn't allow me to push my gag out, but he didn't use his size or his brute strength to hurt me either.
Instead, he held the back of my head nice and tight, and used his other hand to carefully and slowly push the large sockgag deep in.
I coughed and gagged on the smell, but the handsome blue eyed prince hushed me and encouraged me to stay calm and remain obedient.
I did, and the hunk patiently pushed his fat, cheesy stinker inside my mouth, until only the top part of it was poking out past my bulging lips.
With my arms and body zipped up inside the maddeningly tight bondage sack, Zack could've easily crammed the whole wad right in. But he didn't.
He just held the back of my head in his hand and gave me the time I needed to get used to my new gag.
And man, what a BIG gag it proved to be.
My tongue was pinned down, my cheeks were bulging, and my lips were struggling to cope with the Alpha-god's generous mouth-stuffing.
His fat, squishy old sock did a spectacular job at shutting me up, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would stop me from formulating even the SIMPLEST of words.
The size and thickness of my gag was seriously unaccommodating and difficult to deal with.
And the smell of it certainly wasn't helping either.
Zack's sock tasted absolutely HORRIBLE! But believe it or not, it smelled even worse!
It wasn't anything like Nick's socks, and wasn't quite as bad as Shawn's either...
But it was still way, WAY smellier than Brad's, and certainly qualified as a high contender on the fictional smell-o'-meter I'd come up with.
It could've been worse though. It could've been a LOT worse.
Whereas Zack's socks smelled like strong cheese and vinegar, Nick's smelled like rotten, fetid eggs.
Given the choice between the two, I'd chose Zack's socks every time!
My handsome captor had very large and obviously very SMELLY feet.
But at least they weren't as ripe or as rotten as Nick's.
That alone, gave me something to be thankful for.
Zack just sat there, chuckling and smirking as I struggled to cope with the size and smell of my gag.
I must've looked incredibly pathetic...all zipped up in there, trapped between his enormous thighs, choking on his super fat, stinky old sock.
I tried to moan and call for help, but ended up only coughing and gagging on the size and thickness of the material.
My boner-tent was positively throbbing by that point.
The sexy hockey stud simply released the back of my head before reaching behind him and digging his fingers into my sides and stomach.
I laughed and screamed, but the fat mouth-stuffing held up and performed even better than I expected.
"Haha, yeah! Much better." Zack cheered, his incredibly hot face instantly curling up into an amused smile.
"Now I just gotta make sure that sock stays in there." he chuckled, tearing his eyes off me and rummaging through the contents of the unzipped duffle bag.
Using the muscular stud's divided attention to my advantage, I quickly began working my tongue behind the gag and started pushing it out. For once, my efforts actually yielded a limited amount of success!
By the time my captor turned his attention back towards me and saw what I was doing, I'd managed to dislodge the sock and get half of it out of my mouth.
Zack's toothy smile didn't falter. Not even for a second.
Instead of rebuking me, the big, muscle-bound stud merely laughed and chuckled when he saw what I was doing.
"Haha! Tryin' to get away from my smelly old Wigwam, eh? Nice try, kiddo." he chuckled, ruffling my hair up in a playful, semi-approving manner.
"Uggghmm umpffh!" I replied, giggling behind my gag and struggling to worm my way out from in between the hulking stud's beefy thighs.
I giggled again, causing my captor to smirk and chuckle as well.
Sliding his hand behind my head and lifting it up off the bed, the hockey hunk used his strong fingers pack the mighty stuffing back inside my mouth.
I cried out and grunted in feigned protest, but the fat, disabling wad went back in anyway.
The handsome Alpha's huge arm muscles bulged as he fed me his heavily worn Wigwam sock.
My lips struggled to accommodate it's size, and my senses fought to cope with it's strong taste and smell.
For some reason though, the sight of my captor's incredibly hot face and body made me actually WANT to chow down on his super smelly sock.
"There. Chew on that." he chuckled, his deep, heavy, masculine voice practically causing me to shoot my load and cream myself.
A huge, cocky grin appeared on his face when he saw me crinkling my nose up from the smell of the protruding sockgag.
"Ugghmpf!" I protested, more for the sake of hearing my own moans than anything else.
I watched as my huge, beefy-armed captor picked up a small roll of black hockey tape from inside his duffle bag, and watched as he used his teeth to tear open the end of the sturdy, inch-wide adhesive.
I looked at the tape and whimpered in submission. But Zack simply hushed me down and used two of his fingers to make sure his sock was stuffed all the way in as far as it would go.
"Good boy." he commended, ruffling my hair up and giving me a light pat on the head.
"Now close your mouth up...come on." he prodded, speaking to me in a gentle, yet slightly demanding tone.
The sock tasted REALLY bad, but I obeyed and did as I was told.
I chowed down on my frustratingly large stuffing and attempted to close to my mouth like Zack wanted me to.
But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get my lips around it.
His sock was just too big and thick!
"Ugghgmmphh..." I protested, giving my captor a pleading look in the hopes that he'd give me a bit of slack.
"Aww, haha. Poor kiddo. That's a fat gag, ain't it?" he laughed, causing me to whimper and cry out anew.
"Shhhh. It's okay. Here, let's make sure you can't push it out and call for help." came his gentle reply.
I felt the sticky hockey tape latch itself only my left cheek and then felt it press down in between my gaping lips.
Zack's massive arms bulged as he slowly wrapped the super sticky tape around my face, making it tighter and tighter and burying his putrid sock deeper and deeper inside my mouth with each revolution.
"There we go. Niiice and quiet." he purred, rewarding me with the sound of his soothing deep voice and using his big, strong hands to calm me down.
I closed my eyes and surrendered, overwhelmed by the warmth of his body, the scent of his skin, the gentleness of his touch and the taste of his sock.
I remember feeling all tingly and lightheaded.
I was quite literally over the moon by that point.
This was perfection.
This was bliss.
"Uuggghmmph..."