CHAPTER 201 - SHAWN'S REWARD
Thursday, May 21 (2:30 AM)
As soon as Shawn squatted down next to my head, I knew I was toast.
He wanted me gagged and there was no way I could ever escape these super fat sleeping bags.
No way I could free myself from the stretchy, skintight confines of the sleepsack I was zipped up in.
I looked on wide-eyed as the beefy, underwear-clad stallion squatted down and grabbed his roomy gym bag.
With his massive thighs spread wide apart and his huge upper body looming down over my frightened face, I got an up-close view of the frighteningly large bulge that hung from the bottom of his groin.
I'd be lying if I said that part of me wasn't excited at the idea of chewing on something he'd worn.
But no matter how hot and beefy he was, the smell of his farts and the stench of his socks was simply too much for me to handle.
I didn't want a gag, but you can imagine the sense of relief that washed over me when the broad-chested blue-eyed brute pulled out the inflatable plug gag I'd grown accustomed to.
I
dreaded the bulb and
hated the strong taste of rubber in my mouth. But having my yapper stuffed with the damnable rubber plug was MILES better than having it stuffed with Shawn's putrid socks or boxers.
Still, having my mouth stuffed and muzzled was about the worst thing I could think about right now.
So it should come as little surprise to you that I attempted to snake my way to safety by distracting my captor with pretty words...all in the hopes of softening him up a little.
"Did I do a good job with your feet, Sir?" I asked, speaking in an innocent tone and attempting to draw his focus away from the gag he was holding between his hands.
"Yeah. I can see how Nick might get a kick from that." Shawn responded, allowing his steely blue eyes to settle on my face for just a moment.
"I tried to do my best, Sir. I really did. I'm sorry if I complain sometimes. It's just that..." I started, quickly allowing my voice to trail off into a whisper. My hope being that he'd be curious enough to engage me further and forget about gagging me.
The hunk took my bait and raised an eyebrow before looking down at me expectantly.
"It's just that what?" he asked, pressing me for a more complete response.
"I'm sorry, Sir. It's just that your feet as so damn BIG!" I voiced out, careful to keep my tone subdued even though I was actually turned on by the subject of our conversation.
"Haha! Yeah, they
are pretty big aren't they?" the stud chuckled, a sign that perhaps he wasn't completely made out of stone after all.
"And what about the smell? Did you enjoy sniffing my toes?" he teased, forcing me put on a disgruntled face and cast my gaze away.
I was unsure about how to respond to that, but simply decided to stick to the truth and tell him what I actually thought of his foot odour.
There was no point denying it anyway, and I'm sure he wouldn't have believed me if I lied and told him it didn't bother me.
"No, Sir! Your toes stink, Sir!" I answered, emphasizing the word "stink" while still being careful to keep my voice low.
That last part broke Shawn's façade and had him chuckling and smirking cockily at my expense.
I don't know how on earth my objections could be interpreted as a compliment, but Nick also demonstrated a sort of misplaced pride whenever I complained about his foot odour.
Alphas were strange sometimes.
My attempts to distract Shawn from gagging my mouth with the rubber plug gag were met with mitigated success.
The discussion quickly veered in another direction when he pointed out that my liking for feet had become all too obvious and that he'd noticed the way in which I'd eyed his best buddy's bare soles a few hours ago.
I tried to deny it, but my guilty eyes and the faint smile forming across my lips didn't help my argument.
Back when we were congregated in the living room, Shawn had seen me checking Chris out, and had seen me silently lusting after his buddy's big size 12 soles.
Of course, I would never admit this to Shawn, or to anyone else for that matter, but in my own defense, Chris had deliciously hot feet.
Unlike my current captor and his older cousin who were both endowed with exceptionally broad soles and big, fat toes, Chris' hairy legs were adorned with long toes and slightly more delicate feet.
His feet were large and his toes were nice and plump.
There was definitely something reminiscent of a runner's build to them.
As I recall, Brad too had a pair of particularly good-looking feet.
But his personality was so distasteful that even his most attractive features were completely unappealing in my eyes.
The same could not be said for Chris.
From the moment he made a subtle comment about my passing fuckability, I knew I liked him.
He was nice, AND hot!
After pretty much forcing me to admit my attraction to Chris' feet, Shawn stood up, snatched the socks he'd been wearing for the past few days, and squatted back down over my vulnerable face before dangling the putrid fuckers down over my nose.
The instant my eyes caught sight of his putrid, cheese-infested stinkers, I grimaced in disgust and turned my head left and right to avoid having them touch the tip of my nose.
"You want one o' my raunchy fuckers inside your mouth?" Shawn teased, squatting down over my face and chuckling at the sheer hopelessness of my predicament.
The socks smelled way stronger than the gunk stunk between his smelly toes.
Like way, WAY stronger.
I coughed and gagged, unable to face the sweltering aroma and incapable of coping with the sheer raunch of fetid smell.
"Noooo! Shawn....stop! Ugggh." I gagged, unable to complete my sentence without closing my eyes tight and recoiling in disgust.
The squatting stud rewarded my spectacle with a cocky grin and a light smack on the cheek.
"Then you'd better remember who's in charge, fucker." he laughed, causing me to very eagerly nod my head "yes" and profess my undying loyalty. "Yes, Boss. You're in charge. You're in charge, Sir." I told him, mashing my lips against his proverbial boot.
Tucking my tail between my legs apparently worked wonders with Shawn, something that only further reinforced my theory that he'd treat me fairly if I acquiesced to his demands. Even if my assumption was wrong, calling him "Boss" definitely seemed to have an effect on him.
The looming stallion tossed his vomit-inducing socks back to the floor and scrutinized my face for a few seconds.
"Yeah, you're alright." he finally spoke, ruffling my hair up and offering me a faint glimmer of approval.
For someone with such a stoic personality, this was high praise.
I didn't need his approval, but his words almost immediately caused my heart to skip a beat and made me feel all warm and tingly on the inside.
Master Shawn was still gonna gag me. But much to my continued surprise, the heavily built-up jock showed me some added kindness by offering me another alternative. One that he knew I couldn't bring myself to refuse.
"Alright, tell you what. Since you've been so good today, I think I'm gonna offer you a different gag." he explained, instantly causing my curiosity to peak and setting my senses on full alert.
"If I snoop around and manage to find one of Chris' old socks, are you gonna open up and be nice and quiet for the rest of the night?" he asked, taking hold of my face and playfully squeezing my cheeks together with his huge, powerful fingers.
I tried considering my options, but instead of actually stopping to think about it, my eyes simply sparkled with joy and I ended up nodding uncontrollably.
"Yes, Sir." came my near frantic response.
The jock chuckled at my response and practically scoffed at the fact that I was so enamored by his handsome roommate's sexy feet.
I watched as he slowly got up and stepped out of the bedroom, and in that moment, I clearly recall trying to imagine what Chris' socks smelled like.
From having seen the socks poking out of his old Air Jordans, I knew he was also in the habit of wearing the same ones over and over, but aside from that, I had no idea what to expect.
I was, as you can probably imagine, both thrilled and nervous when Shawn re-entered the bedroom several minutes later, this time with a smelly-looking sock in his right hand.
"Look, I'm not a hundred percent certain who's sock this is, but it's not Mike's and it's not mine either." he spoke, slowly crouching down next to me and showing me my potential mouth stuffing for the night.
Taking both Mike and Shawn out of the equation left us with only two possible candidates; Chris and Joey.
The sock Shawn had found belonged to one of them, and although I was really looking forward to getting acquainted with Chris' feet, the prospect of not knowing whether I was chewing on his or Joey's sock made it all the more exciting.
Either way, the sock Shawn was holding looked rank and it didn't matter which jock it belonged to.
All I knew is that I wanted it. And I wanted it quite badly at that.
That's when it suddenly dawned upon me that this whole "brought-to-Shawn's-place-by-force" ordeal wasn't so bad after all.