CHAPTER 197 - THE AGREEMENT
Wednesday, May 20 (11:20 PM)
With Nathan's super fat, cold weather sleeping bag unzipped and ready for me, Shawn's jaw-dropping musculature came to life as he effortlessly lifted my sleepsacked form up off the mattress and placed me inside the thick, rectangular-shaped sleeping bag.
As soon as I was placed down in the sack, the top part of the bag was folded up on top of me and the heavy-duty zipper began it's two-meter-long race to reach the top.
The bag was really warm and comfy, but much to my newfound annoyance, it also proved to be quite a bit too long for me.
Master Shawn didn't care though.
He simply proceeded to seal me up inside his friend's -27 degree bag by pulling the zipper up most of the way, and only slowing down once he reached my neck level.
I had to squirm around and twist my head up to try and keep my face clear of the incoming loft, but that only seemed to incite Shawn to zip the bag up a little further.
Nathan's old winter sack could've
easily swallowed up my entire head, but my hunky babysitter apparently wanted access to my face and didn't want his friend's bag covering my features in any way, shape or form. He zipped the sack right up to the top of my neck and then folded the remaining material down before bunching the thick loft up beneath my chin.
Visibly surprised and enamoured by the sleeping bag's sheer thickness, my captor spent a few seconds running his huge hands over the outer shell, causing the familiar swooshing of soft nylon to fill my ears.
Even against my spandex-clad skin, Nathan's bag felt amazingly thick and comfy.
I was a cold sleeper, but this old sack DEFINITELY wasn't made for indoor sleepovers.
Instead of grabbing my now amply bundled up form and lowering me down to the makeshift cushion-seat-bed, Master Shawn walked across the room and grabbed the military-style mummy bag before unrolling it and spreading it out across the hard wooden floor.
Nathan's super thick sleeping bag was already serious overkill.
But judging from Shawn's actions, I was about to spend the night zipped up inside TWO heavy-duty sleeping bags instead of just the one!
Much to my continued surprise, Kyle's military issue bag looked thicker and warmer than I originally gave it credit for.
His old mummy-shaped sack was heavy, thick and narrow.
And from the looks of it, it had probably been purchased in an army surplus store after having been owned and used throughout the 80s, 90s and 2000s.
In any case, Kyle's bag looked like it had a lot of history to it, and even though it's smelly-looking interior wasn't particularly inviting, I was secretly looking forward to being double-bagged and zipped up in there as well.
After all, Kyle was HOT, and I considered it a sort of privilege to be allowed to sleep in his very own personal sleeping bag.
Master Shawn lost no time in grabbing the green army bag and laying it down on top of the improvised bed space he'd fixed up.
The old bag was unzipped, and my relatively lithe, sleeping bagged body was finally lifted up off the mattress and placed inside the much narrower cocoon-shaped sack.
The smelly old military bag swallowed me up whole, but had a somewhat harder time dealing with Nathan's much thicker, much heavier rectangular-shaped sleeping bag.
It was like a smaller snake trying to swallow a larger one.
Shawn didn't care though.
He slid me all the way down into the old mummy-style sack and slowly started pulling the zipper up to seal me in.
Nathan's blue bag was mighty thick though, and the loft inside it's baffles quickly started pressing down around me; from my feet, all the way up my legs, abdomen and upper chest.
Even though I was already tightly secured inside the escape-proof bondage sack, I actually felt as though I was being swallowed alive somehow.
Shawn's monster biceps bulged as he zipped the narrow army bag up to my neck.
With my body sealed inside the inescapable sleepsack and my hands and arms safely tucked down at my sides, all I could do was wiggle my toes and twist my head around to stop the super thick blue bag from smothering my face up.
My brutish captor grabbed the army bag's hood and fixed everything up so that the entirety of my body was snuggly cocooned and zipped up, leaving only the front of my face exposed and open to attack.
"There, that'll keep you warm." Shawn spoke, running his hands across the outside of the military bag and pressing his fingers into the incredibly thick layer of combined loft.
"You aren't gonna be causing any trouble now, are you, boi?" he asked, finally bringing his focus back to my exposed face and crouching down next to my head before grabbing Nathan's blue back and pulling the zipper up and inch or two.
"No, Sir." I answered, submissively lowering my eyes in attempt to show more respect than usual.
My situation was precarious and I knew full well that the hunky college jock could make my stay in his room very unpleasant if he so desired.
The
last thing I wanted right now was to make him angry.
And if that meant tucking my tail between my legs and sucking up to him, then so be it.
"You gonna be nice and quiet tonight?" Shawn asked, smirking in a rather cocky fashion and mockingly tapping his fingers across my left cheek.
"Yes, Sir. Very quiet, Sir." came my immediate, near-frantic response.
"Good." the blond man answered, seemingly satisfied with the level of fear and deference I was showing.
"I was really happy about how you were worshipping my shoes earlier." he commended, before slowly sitting himself down on the edge of his bed.
"You were really getting into it, weren't you?" he asked, smirking down at me while lifting one of his shoe-clad soles up and rubbing the underside of his old Osiris shoe against my face.
I lowered the back of my head down as much as I could, but kept my mouth closed so as not to give him a reason to gag me.
"You had a lot of fun licking these up for me, eh boy?" he pressed, chuckling cockily before pressing the bottom of his sneaker down over the entirety of my exposed face.
Shawn's shoe was wide as my face, and about one and a half times longer than the length of my head.
I could do nothing to escape it's rubbery underside and was left with no other option than to answer the hunk's query.
"Yes, Sir. I enjoyed it, Sir."
"Yeah...I bet you did." the brute laughed, smirking disdainfully before nudging the side of my head with his Osiris-clad foot and rubbing a hand across his own, exceptionally built-up chest.
He looked at me, and I immediately looked away.
His gaze was unsettling, and the manner in which he unconsciously licked his lips left little doubt as to the devilish plans his mind was busy concocting.
"Nick told me you've been cleaning his toes out and massaging his feet for him." he went on, suddenly causing me to gulp in fear and squirm around inside my tight sleepsack restraint.
"Since I'm the one in charge right now, I think it makes sense for us to have a similar arrangement, wouldn't you agree?"
No response came out of my mouth.
All I could do was swallow hard and look on in fear as the bare-chested brute pulled one of his huge skater shoes off and exposed the enormous foot that had been housed inside it.
The hairy giant's massive, extremely moist sock-clad sole landed on top of my terrified face, and my eyes beamed wide open as the strongest, most nauseating fumes I had ever sniffed made their way up into my awaiting nostrils.
"Mmmrrpphh!" I gagged, eyes watering and stomach reeling from the overwhelming potency of the stench.
Shawn chuckled before lifting his giant foot off my face.
He then brought his other foot up and removed his remaining sneaker, exposing the underside of yet another revolting, cheese-ridden socked sole.
The room already stank like you wouldn't believe. But now that the hunk had removed his old shoes and begun airing his incredibly rotten socked soles out, I wanted to puke.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to cope with the toxic fumes spilling out of his socks, and my face trembled and quaked at the prospect of having them close to be face for a second time.
The super beefy stud lifted his left foot up to smother my face once more, but instead of remaining quiet, I yelped in fear and let out a desperate scream of distress.
"No! Uggghh....Shawn! No...I'm gonna be sick!" I cried out, breathing in and out through my mouth and squirming futilely inside the thick sleeping bag prison.
It took quite a bit of talking and bootlicking to get the hairy brute to capitulate, but after a close call with some stomach fluids and a series of frantic promises and assurances on my part, I managed to convince Shawn of my undying obedience and promised to take care of all his foot needs if only he jumped in the shower for a quick wash.
He was reluctant to believe me at first, but I think the tears welling up in my eyes and the sickly greenish tint taking hold of my face eventually convinced him of the sincerity behind my plea.
Willing or not, I was unable to handle his unwashed feet...just like I couldn't handle Nick's when he came home after a long day at work.
I could cope with
some cheesiness, but NOT the kind of stench that was currently oozing out of Shawn's extremely putrid sock-clad soles.
"Alright, I'll shower. But after that, you're gonna be servicing my feet and you're gonna be sucking my toes 'till I tell you to stop. Is that understood?" the 21-year-old, body-building hunk frowned, apparently growing bolder and more dominant by the hour.
"Yes, Sir! Yes, Master Shawn!" I answered, shaking my head yes and whimpering in both fear and submission.
The broad-shouldered muscle-bound oaf gave me a somewhat disdainful look before smirking and pulling his incredibly foul-smelling socks off.
I was warned against making any noise, and then watched as the stud pulled his satin basketball shorts down and left the room to shower his extremely buff, underwear-clad body.
Dear, or dear.
What had I gotten myself into?