Chapter 85 - Strike Three
There was no escape for little Jeremy.
With his entire body trapped under layers and layers of ultra sticky duct tape, and his whole face sealed up, save for his eyes and nostrils, the kid had no way to fight and no way to escape his fate.
The three muscular bullies watched in anticipation as I crawled over to my helpless friend and smothered his nose up with Shawn's incredibly PUTRID wad.
Jeremy cried out when he saw the thing approach his face and nostrils.
It was coming for him, but he couldn't escape it!
I knew he could smell the sock from several feet away, and I could tell he was absolutely HATING it.
But I had a job to do, and no matter how rotten, cheesy or pungent Shawn's sock smelled, I wasn't gonna put by own butt on the line to try and save his.
Part of me had to admit though, the muffled screams and desperate calls for help coming out of his gagged mouth were unbearable. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty as I watched him struggle and attempt to break loose and get away. Of course, all his attempts to do so were futile. The bullies had wrapped him up from head to toe.
He was going nowhere.
And so, I bunched Shawn's big rotten sock up in my hand and just pressed it down, right over the kid's nose.
For a very brief moment, everything seemed to go silent.
Jeremy appeared angry and upset, but he
refused to sniff the sock that I was being forced to smother him with.
Dumb kid. He should just take a big whiff of it and get it over with, I thought to myself.
Of course, he eventually
did end up breathing in, and when he did, the look on his face caused the whole room to echo with the sound of wild laughter.
As soon as the helpless mummy-boi took his first whiff of Shawn's sock, his eyes darted wide open and his entire body seemed to tense up in shock.
It took the boi a full second to register and decipher the potency of the raunch he'd just sniffed. And as soon as his mind caught up, he went absolutely
wild and started screaming and choking underneath his duct tape gag.
The big,
ridiculously potent sock was making him sick, and worst of all, he had no way of escaping it.
"UGGH! UUUGGHH! UUUGHH!" he cried out, eyed watering and wide open in terror.
As soon as poor Jeremy started screaming and coughing under his duct tape prison, I took the sock off his nose and decided to back up a bit.
The stench must've been inside his nostrils though, 'cause even after I had pulled away, he was shaking uncontrollably and gagging like crazy under his tape gag.
Shawn's sock was no laughing matter.
You'd never believe this from looking at his handsome, boyish face, but the young muscle-King had a SERIOUS foot odour issue.
Smelling his cheesy, one or two-day-old socks would've been torture to anyone...but the socks he'd brought WEREN'T just a day or two-old. They were WEEKS old!
Our little mummy really wanted out.
Unfortunately for him though, his troubles were only just beginning.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Brad snapped, sounding angry at me. "I didn't tell you stop. Come here! Gimme the sock." he growled, forcing me to crawl over to him and surrender the wad of stench I was holding in my hands.
The sexy stud grabbed the giant, foul-smelling sock, and quickly bunched it up before scooting forward in his seat.
"Here. Sniff it!" he barked, roughly shoving the ripe wad over his own sub's flaring nostrils, and causing the kid to yelp out and panic.
Jeremy's eyes bulged and he tried to shake his head away, but his attempts at fleeing were pitiful at best.
He sniffed, and immediately burst out into a series of screams and protests, not to mention a fair amount of gagging and choking as well.
Shawn couldn't hide the cocky smirk on his face as he watched the younger boy scream and convulse.
He looked real proud of himself and of the smell he'd worked into his socks.
Neither he nor Nick seemed to realise that their odour wasn't normal, and that they needed to get it checked out.
Having THAT kinda foot bacteria, and being lazy to the point of wearing your socks over, and over, and over for WEEKS without ever washing them, was NOT cool.
By the time Master Brad pulled the huge wad of putrid sock away from our prisoner's face, the kid was a crying, whimpering mess.
"So boi. What's it gonna be?" Brad growled, not even giving Jeremy a chance to recover. "Do we spin the bottle again, or is this gonna be your gag?" he asked, bringing the big brownish wad of sock back up, right over his boy's face.
Jeremy cried out and screamed before desperately attempting to shake his head from side to side.
"You want us spin the bottle again?" The bully asked, causing his boi to whimper in fear and nod his head yes.
Shawn's sock was NOT scoring points with Jeremy, it seemed.
Brad replaced the sock back on the table where it belonged, and all three Alphas scooted forward in their seats as I took hold of the bottle and spun it again.
*SPIN. SPIN. SPIN. SPIN*
The bottle spun and spun, before finally slowing down and pointing towards another sock.
This time it was Brad's turn to smile.
"Haha! Congrats, bro." Nick cheered, as our sexy host reached for the table and grabbed his own smelly sock.
Jeremy grunted and cried out when he saw the muscular brute bunching up his long, calf-length crew sock.
Damn that thing looked filthy!
I couldn't be a hundred percent certain, but judging from the looks of it, Brad's old sock looked incredibly ripe and moldy.
The mummy-boy's panicked cries didn't fail to escape my notice.
And from the sound of it, he poor boi
clearly had a good idea of what to expect.
In a case like this though, knowing what to expect, didn't necessarily make things any easier.
"Shut up." Brad growled, roughly shoving his big, moldy sock over the helpless sub's flaring nostrils. "Sniff!"
To my surprise, the kid didn't seem to appreciate his Master's foul-smelling sock anymore than he did Shawn's.
"Uuuuuggghgmmff!" he cried out, shaking his head as best he could before coughing and gagging on the strong funk he was being forced to breathe in.
"How's that smell?" Brad hissed, keeping the filthy, heavily-worn sock over his victim's nose.
Jeremy cried out, but was left completely powerless to do anything else.
"Dude. He looks like he's gonna pass out." Nick laughed, cheerfully sipping his beer and enjoying the scene unfolding before his eyes.
Brad ignored the hunk's comment and lifted his sock up off of Jeremy's face, allowing it to dangle down so that we could see how long it was.
From the top of the elastic cuff, down to the raunchy-looking toe area, the sock must've been 40-odd centimeters long.
It wasn't quite as thick as Shawn's socks, nor did it look as wide as my own Alpha's giant fuckers, but Brad's sock was still real big, and I had no idea how the three of them thought it would fit in Jeremy's mouth.
"You want that sock in your mouth, Jeremy?" Nick asked, no doubt hoping the boy would scream "no", so that he could get his own sock in there.
I looked at my mummified friend's pleading face and frantically nodded my head up and down.
Hurry up! Take the sock you idiot!
The kid was so grossed out by his Master's crusty, foul-smelling sock, that he just wasn't interested in listening to reason. He cried out, gagged and shook his head no.
In essence, he had just sealed his own doom.
Brad's sock, as dirty as may have been, was clearly the lesser of two evils.
Jeremy should've understood that!
Why he chose not to accept his own Alpha's big, black sock, was beyond my comprehension...especially considering how bad the alternatives were.
"Alright. Hurry up, Steevie-boi. Spin the bottle again." Brad instructed, quickly replacing his stinky sock back on the table, where it belonged.
Jeremy was screwed.
Whatever the outcome of this third and final spin would be, there'd be no going back.
*SPIN. SPIN. SPIN. SPIN.*
I could hardly believe my eyes when the bottle slowed and came to a halt, pointing STRAIGHT towards one of Shawn's thick Lacoste socks.
The SAME one Jeremy had been forced to sniff just a minute ago!
The hunky twenty-year-old jock raised his hands triumphantly and the entire room burst out into cheering and laughing, easily drowning out the prisoner's gagged pleas for mercy.
Jeremy had made a fatal mistake in refusing Brad's sock. And I'm pretty sure he understood that now.
Unfortunately for him, it didn't matter anymore.
It was too late to go back.
"Gimme the sock." Brad ordered, making me pick Shawn's rotten stinker back up and carry it over to where he was sitting.
Nick and Shawn were both laughing and chuckling at the ridiculousness of the situation, and I found myself being unable to stop the blood from rushing into my crotch as I sat there, watching Brad looking down at his mummified boy and taunting him.
"What the fuck were you thinking?!" the hunk barked, apparently as confused as I was about his own boy's short-sightedness.
"It was fuckin' stupid of you to refuse my sock, boi! Now you're gonna spend the night sucking on THIS cheesy motherfucker!" he cried out, allowing Jeremy to see the giant, incredibly putrid wad that would soon be plugging his mouth up for the evening.
Even worse, what the fact that it was only 6:30, and that the bullies would probably be up gaming, fooling around and drinking beer until the early hours of the morning.
Poor Jeremy would be sucking on Shawn's sock for a good, looong time.
The helpless mummy-boi tried to say something underneath his sticky duct tape gag, but Brad didn't seem to care.
"Here, bro." he called out, tossing the big brownish wad of super cheesy sock over to Shawn. "He's all yours." he added, right before reaching down for the prisoner's mouth and pulling the wide strip of duct tape off from over his lips.