Hello everyone, my name is “Hornygimp” and I decided to start the very fun adventure of writing a story on this forum! Here is a little disclaimer to inform you all, dear readers, that I am not a professional writer, nor am I a native English speaker, so please be indulgent as far as the language and the post delay are concerned. I sincerely hope that my story will not contain too many mistakes and that it will be easy and enjoyable to read!
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Kind regards,
Hornysub.
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Don’t get me wrong, I’m really into bondage, submission and mummification stuff… now, that being said, I must admit that I do not particularly enjoy my current predicament. You see, I would much prefer to be laying in my bed, cuddling with my Danny instead of being duct-taped to his chair, writing about my experience, caged, plugged, and gagged with his dirty socks… but here I am, and here is my story! I remember very well how it all started. It was June 2019, and I was moving into my new student room in a shared apartment when I first met Danny, the person who would later become my Master… ***
CHAPTER 1 - MEETING DANNY- Hello? Is somebody there?
The apartment was quite big, very well located as it was quite isolated from the business of the city centre but near enough to be able to enjoy a typical student life.
- Yup, in the kitchen!
I made my way into the apartment, going through the corridor and the living room. There was already furniture in the living room which was a great thing because I did not have any coming to Boston. I was thrilled to finally meet my roommate whom I’ve been kind of stalking for the past month. From the pictures, he looked absolutely gorgeous and… there he is, Danny, the typical American jock, deep masculine voice, tall, muscled, dark short hair and beard and member of the Boston College football team… I was already in love.
- H… he… hello, I… I’m Andry, your new roommate.
- ‘Sup man, good to finally meet you, I’m Danny!
- I know…
Fuck, did I really say that, why the fuck did I say that… he will think I’m weird and that I spied on him which I obviously did… fortunately he broke the awkward silence following my even more awkward answer.
- Okay… well I guess I’ll show you your room then.
He walked in front of me, leaving me to smell his wonderful perfume… I followed his wonderful self, dressed from head to toe in a tight, all-black catsuit, which is a big turn on for me and which highlighted pretty well the outline of his big and marvellous ass. We reached the door, he opened it and entered first.
- Here you go man, that’s your room.
The room was quite small, with a single bed, a tiny desk, a window, and an insane amount of dirty clothes piled up on the floor right in front of my bed. Tracksuits, t-shirts, pants, sportswear and socks and boxers… the smell was quite strong but no need to tell you that it did not bother me that much.
- Is that your… your clothes?
- Yeah huh… about that… I thought you wouldn’t come until tomorrow, so I didn’t have the time to clean it up and make my laundry… I hope you don’t mind having them until tomorrow because… well if you do mind there is nothing I can really do about it so brace yourself haha!
He then went back to the kitchen and left me to unpack my luggage. I couldn’t believe it… was it real? Was I really going to sleep in a room full of one of the most beautiful guy’s dirty underwear? Well, I knew that I wasn’t going to sleep much that night… as soon as I unpacked all my luggage, I started looking closer at the little mountain of dirty and smelly clothes. As I thought, there was a bit of everything, tracksuits, and t-shirt, but most interestingly, very dirty socks and boxers, there was even a cup that football players use to protect their dicks and balls, and I knew straight away that this was the smelliest of all. As far as I can remember, I’ve always been dreaming about some jock’s dirty underwear and how they smell, I mean it has always been a fantasy of mine, but I knew that that cup was far beyond my limits.
So, I took a pair of boxers and started smelling them. The smell was quite strong but bearable, mostly sweat I thought. It must have been his sports underwear. Just imagining him, a manly perfection, and having to smell his dirty boxer, drenched in his butt sweat made me hard instantly. I pressed the boxer on my face and started touching my already throbbing dick, I was in paradise! His smell was driving me crazy, not too strong but not too light, it was perfect. I wanted to cum already, but I figured out it would be better to wait a bit as I had some other thing to discover… I couldn’t be more correct, I was about to discover something that would change everything.
Looking through all the clothes, and there was a lot, I found what looked like a long, human-shaped bag. The texture was really weird but not unknown, and the bag was shiny. I took it out of the pile and put it on my bed to discover what looked like a sleepsack. Being interested in mummification and hard bondage stuff, I had seen some sleepsacks before, but this one was like no other I had been masturbating on. There were straps and a long zipper, and as I opened it, I found out that it had quite probably been worn and not washed for quite some time, someone had definitely been trapped in it for quite some time and this person must have sweated a lot. Or maybe was it Danny himself… the idea of Danny being trapped in this kind of sleepsack, sweating and trying to get out got me even harder….Wo I needed to try it for myself!
I figured out that the experience would be better if I stripped completely before entering the sleepsack, so once I was completely naked, I got myself, not without difficulty, into the wonderful and, as I discovered, tight rubber paradise. The sensation was indescribable, especially for someone like me who have been dreaming of this moment for years!
Of course, once both my arms got into the long internal sleeves, it was impossible for me to shut the zipper, but the experience was nonetheless overwhelming! The smell was quite strong, but it didn’t bother me too much. The smell of his boxer was actually stronger so the sleepsack was more than bearable. My dick was even harder and so I struggled a bit and started to hump the bed having no access to my hands. It felt so good, I was truly in heaven.
After what seemed like thirty minutes of humping I still didn’t cum, but I was beginning to feel a bit tired because of my trip. I was covered in sweat, but it felt so nice to imagine Danny struggling in the sleepsack before me. Anyway, I don’t really remember what happened next, but I fell asleep, and I shouldn’t have…
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That's it for the first chapter guys, there you have it! I really hope you like it as much as I do.
So, what do you think? What would you have done? Would you like to find yourselves in the same predicament as Andry?
Tell me everything!
