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THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
THE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL STORY
THE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL STORY
"Holy shit!" Jeremy exclaimed, an expression of surprise overtaking his freckled face as he eyed us both up with incredulity and amusement. "What did you guys do to end up like this?!" he asked, his question immediately causing Ethan and I to embark on long-winded rants relating to the unjust nature of our shared plight.
Jeremy squatted down to better examine our excessive bonds and listened rather intently as we desperately tried convincing him of our innocence. Much to my own continued frustration though, our efforts were all for nought.
"Well, whatever you guys did, it really looks as though someone really doesn't want the two of you going anywhere." our friend calmly observed; noting the extreme severity of our restraints and coming to the wrong conclusion.
Ethan and I shook our heads in desperation and cried out anew, but Jeremy just sat there; looking at us with nothing but puzzlement and great perplexity.
"I'll be honest, I have no idea what you guys are trying to tell me." he eventually admitted, scratching his dark-haired dome even as I tried articulating some sort of clear message out past the sickeningly toe-scented clump of fabric in my mouth.
"Mmgghm phhggg mpphh pphh ughmph."
The tone of our garbled pleas changed rather abruptly when our would-be saviour unexpectedly reached out and tentatively dug his fingers into my fellow captive's glaringly defenceless bare soles. The sound of muffled yelping immediately hit my ears as Ethan squirmed and broke down into a frenzied panic. The freckle-faced devil ended up doing the same to me as well, even going so far as to pull both of my socks off in a bid to see just how ticklish my hopelessly well-bound soles truly were.
Jeremy chuckled, apparently finding some measure of amusement in our crazed attempts at calling for help. The initial attack lasted only a few seconds, but even so, my fellow captive and I had grown quite vocal in our opposition.
"Phhhgggmph pphh uughh! Phhhgm mphh phhggh mpph." I angrily demanded, the sound of which once again left our emerald-eyed captor both bewildered and perplexed.
"I have absolutely no clue what the hell you're going on about." he stated, his continued inability to understand us only further feeding the fires of my frustration.
"Phhhgggmph! Pphh uughh! Phhhgm mphh phhggh! Phgmph!" I cried out again, this time articulating as clearly as I could.
Jeremy's face lit up a bit, momentarily leading me to believe that he'd actually understood. But instead of responding to my continued demands for freedom, the crafty bugger merely dug his fingers into my feet and tickled my soles a second time - drawing even more desperate pleas from me.
"Mmm pph phhh! Mmm phh phhh! Gmmh phh phhh!"
Ethan watched as I lay there; choking on his big brother's fuming bundle and uselessly wiggling my toes and fingers around. Thankfully, he too ended up enduring a similar fate when Jeremy diverted his fingers away and chose to grant me a well-deserved respite. Pretty soon, the both of us were crying out to the top of our lungs and laughing incessantly beneath Andrew's speech-impeeding foot rags.
Jeremy gave us each about five minutes of unwanted attention before finally halting his attacks and allowing us to catch our breath. Ethan and I heaved quite labouriously as air noisily rushed in and out of our desperately flaring nostrils.
"Man, those hogties look crazy tight. There's no way you're getting outta those." our friend at one point casually remarked, even as he affectionally placed both his hands on our dishevelled brown-haired domes. "I feel kinda bad to say this, but whatever gags are in those mouths of yours, they're really effective! You were both screaming for help when I walked in, but I didn't even know you guys were in here till I opened the bedroom door." he chuckled, making my fellow prisoner and I privy to the fact that our screams weren't even making it out past the bedroom.
"Mmmggphh!" Ethan lamented, shaking his head in sheer frustration and mouthing off something unintelligible behind his gag.
We spent the next two minutes trying to negotiate with Jeremy through Andrew's tyrannical stink bombs, but even though the dweeb seemed sympathetic to our plight, he made it clear to us that he wasn't about to intervene on our behalf.
"Guys...guys, I can't. I know you want me to untie you, but there's no way I can do that. I'll try speaking to Andrew a bit later, but I can't let you guys go. If they tied you up this good then you guys must've really done something to piss Shawn off." he explained.
"Mpphhg pphh pphhggh! Phhggh mggph!" Ethan and I vehemently objected, desperately trying to get our friend to understand that we hadn't done anything wrong.
"No...no, I'm sorry, guys. I can't take the gags off either. They obviously don't want the two of you calling for help or communicating with each other." Jeremy apologetically went on, his fingers caressing our heads as he spoke. "Sorry, but the gags are staying in." he spoke, his words eliciting a series of exasperated groans from both Ethan and myself.
"I might be able to...you know...help you guys out in some other way though..." the freckle-faced devil generously proposed; slowly reaching in between my open thighs and kneading his fingers into the base of my engorged erection.
I moaned and wiggled my bound feet around in delight as soothing fingers began massaging my gooch and the base of my hard woody. Ethan showed far more reticence and groaned quite angrily when Jeremy repeated the same procedure on him, but my bound colleague's moans grew noticeably less disapproving when a curious hand strayed into the front of his noticeably tenting shorts.
Jeremy managed - with no small difficulty - to get us both positioned on our backs. Though his initial intent had been to ask us whether or not we'd like to be relieved of the mounting pressure in our groins, we were never actually given the chance to approve or decline his rather tempting offer.
I was honestly more than happy to be at the receiving end of his helping hands, but Jeremy took my hard-on for a positive response and never actually sought to garner my nod or my explicit approval. That in itself, shamefully played a large role in sending more blood rushing into my crotch.
My throbbing erection only grew more engorged when I came to the glaring realisation that I wouldn't have been able to do a thing to stop him even had I wanted to. Ethan and I were both totally defenceless, and even our most vehement calls for help had gone unheard and unnoticed. Master Andrew's toe-scented bundles were actively seeing to that.
Emerald-eyed Jeremy spent the next few minutes playing with our hard woodies and pumping our swollen erections up and down. Our hips bucked wildly under his skillful ministrations and the closet grew thick with the sound of our muffled moaning.
"Man, those gags are doing a seriously good job." our saviour-turned-captor at one point airily commented, unconsciously sending even more blood flow into my distended balls and boner.
As you're no doubt already aware, Jeremy wasn't into the whole foot thing all that much. He sort of enjoyed the humiliation aspect but genuinely loathed the actual scentplay. That, much to my own great astonishment, didn't stop him from pulling his warm fingers away from our throbbing woodies and yanking one of his own, very heavily-worn shoes off.
"Mhhgghhhmph!" Ethan shook his head and growled in a spectacle of feigned disapproval.
Jeremy just snickered at his friend's showy defiance and yanked his second shoe off using both of his dextrous hands. We tried escaping the predatory chasms of his invitingly musty trainers, but the visibly amused twink remained steadfast in his desire to see them clamped over our gagged faces.
"Haha, yeah that's right. Sniff 'em." he purred, as we flared our nostrils inside the maws of his warm skate shoes.
The experience was quite pleasurable, to say the least, and it continued like that for several minutes before our captor eventually clued in to the possibility that his footwear might've simply not been up to the task.
"Yeah, mine aren't that bad." the young man audibly mused; bringing his own shoe up to his face before giving the battered thing a single, quick and rather tentative whiff.
Jeremy repeated the exercise with his other shoe; forcing both Ethan and I to take a sniff out of its opening before taking a quick one himself and coming to the same conclusion as before.
"Oh, wait a minute. I think I know just the thing." he then excitedly spoke, putting both of his old sneakers back on and standing up in order to execute whatever plan he'd concocted. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." was the last thing he told us, before hastily shutting the closet door and disappearing out of the bedroom.
Ethan and I could only lay there, our hearts pumping with adrenaline, our underwear-clad tents aching for attention and our thoughts entirely consumed by our would-be liberator's much-anticipated return.
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