I was startled out of my sleep when a heavy weight settled on the bed, right next to me.
Not being able to see a thing, I didn't know which of the two jocks was in the bedroom with me.
My moment of doubt and uncertainty didn't last too long, however.
The large fingers that pinched my nostrils shut and the sexy laughter that resulted from my muffled cries for help left little doubt as to the identify of the intruder.
It was Zack.
Strong fingers began tickling my abdomen and attacking my defenseless ribs, sending me into a nearly frenzied state of panic as the massive muscle-hunk played with my nostrils and fooled around with my breathing.
I cried and yelled, but even my loudest screams weren't making it out past the mighty muffling tape-muzzle.
Zack just laughed, probably oblivious or uncaring about the fact that I was struggling to cope with the size and taste of the giant wad he'd stuffed inside my mouth.
To make matters worse, the reinforced tape-muzzle Nick had imposed upon me, stopped me from unclenching my jaw and greatly reduced the size of my heavily-overstuffed oral cavity.
The broad-chested hockey player let my nostrils go, allowing me to take in only a portion of the air I needed before pinching them shut again and resuming his attack.
It continued like that, right up to the point where I was so exhausted and out of breath that I actually started fainting.
Zack let go of me just in time, and even gave me a light tap on the cheek to make sure I was awake.
"Aww, haha. Poor boi." he purred, causing me to mewl and sputter beneath my incredibly fat mouth-stuffing.
My moment of respite was short lived though.
Less than a minute later, the hunky stallion was back to tickling me and quickly resumed fooling around with my breathing again.
When Nick finally arrived and made his presence known by plopping down next to my cocooned form, I expected Zack to settle down a little.
But he didn't.
Instead, I felt a second pair of hands join the fray, and broke down in uncontrollable laughter as the two massive brutes went for the kill and used my defenseless state to their advantage.
They tickled me from top to bottom, laughing and encouraging each other as they did so.
I cried out, coughed and screamed in my gag, unable to handle the combination of their curious fingers and aggressive attacks.
When the buzzing of the Hitachi wands hit my ears, I broke out into a frenzy and nearly blew my load on the spot.
They edged me on and off for what seemed like the better part of an hour; mercilessly tickling me, fondling me and playing with my breathing.
The giant brutes knew EXACTLY when to stop, and both of them were adamant about not letting me cum even though it was the thing I wanted most in the world at that point.
Eventually, the torture did stop and I was freed from my gag and allowed to drink.
Zack removed the tape from my face, but he couldn't stop himself from chuckling at the fact that I had trouble spitting his sock out of my mouth, even though nothing was holding it in.
After a few seconds of watching me moan and sputter under the fat wad, Mr. Prince Charming reached in between my outstretched lips and plucked his thick Wigwam sock out himself.
Nick was nowhere in sight, but quickly returned to the bedroom with a tall glass of water in one hand, and a damp facecloth in the other.
The big, blond Alpha sat himself down on the edge of the mattress and handed the glass of water over to Zack before cupping my chin in his hand and wiping the damp cloth over my face and forehead.
I thought maybe they were about release me from the maddening bondage-sack, but that didn't happen.
Zack gently slipped his hand beneath my head and raised it up a little so that I could drink from the glass he was holding.
Our eyes met and locked together as he watched me taking quick, successive gulps of the refreshing liquid.
I drank all the water and allowed myself to breathe a sigh of relief as the glass was pulled away from my lips and placed on the bedside cabinet.
Since it was already late and since I knew both jocks had an early day tomorrow, I was certain Zack would be heading home at that point.
Imagine my surprise when I saw the two muscle-gods get up and strip down for the night.
Zack was gonna be staying over.
And he was gonna be sleeping in bed with us!
I watched as the 6'4, brown haired hunk got up and started to pull his red compression shirt off in front of me.
As soon as he lifted his arms up to peel away his shirt, my eyes glazed over his enormous thighs and focused on the tightness of his black boxers.
My god, this guy was HUGE!
His cock wasn't hard or anything, but even so, his bulge was rather large and impressive, to say the least.
The compression shirt came off, and my eyesight was immediately greeted with a spectacle of perfectly sculpted flesh and muscle. A spectacle that matched even the awe-inspiring sight of my own boyfriend's incredibly buff body.
Mmmmmmm.
Zack's massive torso was a sight for sore eyes. But my little sight-seeing tour was quickly interrupted when the FOULEST and CHEESIEST of smells suddenly entered into my nostrils.
After two weeks, I should've gotten used to this. But I hadn't.
I turned my head around to see Nick slipping out of his noisy nylon trackies, and instantly came to the conclusion that he'd kicked off his old basketball sneakers, no doubt with the intention of airing his socked feet out for the night.
The stench was unmistakable, and in a matter of seconds, the entire room stank of his PUTRID socks and trainers.
In truth, the smell was unbearable, and I couldn't help but crinkle my nose up and turn my head away to try and escape his revolting foot odour.
Nick kept his socks and undies on, but dimmed the bedroom lights down before he and Zack lifted me up and slipped me under the heavy-duty down comforter.
I was a bit angry at the fact that they were apparently gonna leave me like this all night, but didn't press my luck or attempt to complain when the thick, smelly duvet was pulled up over my cocooned body.
The two underwear-clad hunks slipped under the covers, Nick to my left and Zack to my right, both of them sandwiching me between their great, big, muscle-bound bodies.
Instead of going to sleep though, my two guardians began chatting about work, hockey and other boring stuff.
The heat of their combined bodies worked it's way through my thin bondage-sack, and within minutes I was purring like a safe, happy kitten.
Some minor teasing occurred...most of it in the form of tickling and most of it coming from Zack, who ever so often slipped a hand over my spandex-clad body and gave my stomach a quick jab with his fingers.
Nick scolded us, ordering me to be quiet and telling his buddy to stop exciting me.
But the grumpy blond god soon had to leave the bedroom, once again leaving Zack in charge of watching over me.
A series of loud farts erupted from my boyfriend's giant ass, causing me to make a face and groan in protest as he shook the thick comforter up and down, and tried to dissipate the strong gas he'd just expelled.
"I need to take a dump." he announced, crawling out of bed and leaving Zack and I alone in the bedroom.
"Damn! Why do I even hang out with that guy?" Zack shot, as soon as Nick had stepped out of the room.
"First he stinks the place up with his socks and now he gasses the room up with his farts!"
I giggled at his comment and quickly broke out into near-hysterical laugher when the massive, underwear-clad hockey-hunk pulled me up against him and dug his fingers into my defenceless ribs.
I was only granted a short break when my tormentor's phone came to life and alerted him of a new notification.
Zack stopped, stretched an arm out to grab his phone and used his fingers to swipe over the touchscreen.
"Uh oh. I think Nick's gonna gag you when he gets back." the hunk suddenly warned, keeping his eyes on his phone and making me believe Nick was the one who'd just sent him a text message.
I immediately whimpered in protest and tried getting Zack to agree that it wasn't my fault and that I didn't deserve to be gagged. After all, HE was the one driving me insane and tickling the crap out of me!
Zack didn't agree to anything though, and he kept teasing me by saying how bad he felt about the fact that I'd soon have one of Nick's horribly putrid socks in my mouth.
I begged and pleaded, until my exceedingly handsome, brown haired captive came up with a bitter-sweet solution.
"Alright, shhhh. Quiet down." he purred, placing a finger over my lips and motioning for me to stop protesting.
"You don't wanna spend the night chewing one of your boyfriend's filthy stinkers, right?" he asked, causing me to crinkle my nose up and vigorously shake my head no.
"Then I can only think of one alternative." he said, sitting up on the bed and reaching down towards the floor before looming back over my puny, sacked up frame.
I looked up at him with a look of curiosity on my face...right up until I realised what he was proposing and saw the sock in his hand.
"Ugghhh. Nooo!" I whimpered, grossed out by large bundle of odorous material he was bringing down over my face.
"It's the only way, kiddo. It's Nick's sock, or my sock." Zack explained, while holding his very own smelly sock just a few inches above my nose.
I groaned in protest and narrowed my eyes on the giant bundle of wadded cloth he was offering to gag me with.
It took me only a second to recognise the second Wigwam stinker he'd peeled off his foot earlier that evening.
Ugh, god. It STANK!
I didn't want that thing in my mouth! But I sure as HELL didn't want Nick's raunchy fucker going in there either!
The choice seemed clear, even though it was half-hearted decision at best.
"Okay..." *Sigh* "I'll take your sock." I eventually answered, unable to stop an expression of sorrow and defeat from making it's way over miserable my face.
Zack gave me a sympathetic look and ran his fingers through my hair before telling me it was for the best.
He bunched his giant sock up over my nose and told me to sniff, causing me to instantly make a face and try to sink the back off my head down inside the lofty pillow.
"Ughhh! Uggghhff..." I cried out, horrified by the cheesiness of the sock and taken aback by the potency of it's smell.
The big, beefy hockey-hunk just chuckled before flashing me one of his super cocky signature smirks.
I had a hard job believing how such a hot, handsome guy could produce such a foul, cheesy smell.
But the proof was right there, in front of my face.
"Alright, bondage-boi. Time to open up." Zack instructed, causing me to once again crinkle my nose up and eye the big ball of cheesy cotton with great fear and apprehension.
When it became clear that I wouldn't cooperate, the charming muscle-King changed his tactics and tried to woo me again.
"You want your boyfriend's sock going in there?" he asked, pointing towards my mouth in an attempt to drive his point home.
I considered his words for a moment, then looked at the foul-smelling sock he was holding and looked back up into his eyes again.
"Noooo." I admitted, casting my gaze down after giving the gorgeous muscle-King a look of utter defeat and sorrow.
"Then you gotta open up." he prodded, holding the fat, smelly bundle over my face and looking down at me like a benevolent father tying to help his son.
It took me some time to work up the courage to do so, but I eventually managed comply with his wishes and opened up through my own free will.
Zack slipped one of his large hands behind my head and gently lifted it up off the pillow before aligning his toe-flavoured bundle over my gaping orifice and telling me what a good boy I was.
As soon as my lips cleared the way, the monstrous stuffing was pushed in, causing my cheeks to start bulging and turning my face into a veritable grimace of emotions.
Too grossed out to care about the fact that my gag would be a lot worse if I didn't accept Zack's cheesy bundle, I instinctively tried to push the pungent wad out by using my tongue.
My efforts failed to yield the expected results and Zack just used his large, strong fingers force his fat, spongy ball of sock deeper inside my mouth.
I coughed and gagged on it, but the suave stallion hushed me down and continued force-feeding me his very own, pungent sock.
"Shhh. Calm down, kiddo. Thaaath's it. There we go."
As soon as the giant cotton ball was stuffed in, the buff King reached for his bag and took out the same roll of sticky hockey tape he'd used on me earlier.
I tried to fight my gag, but with my entire body stuck in the spandex sack and my arms uselessly pinned down at my sides, I could do nothing but groan as the odorous bundle was crammed back inside my yapper.
Zack wrapped the remainder of the hockey tape over my heavily-stuffed, gaping mouth, bringing it full circle around my head a total of nine times before the sticky material finally ran out.
I don't know why, but just as he was wrapping the final layer of tape around my face and patting the sticky stuff down over my cheeks, I glanced over at the bedside cabinet on Nick's side of the bed and noticed my boyfriend's cellphone.
Zack had lied!
That notification he received...it wasn't from Nick!
"Uuuggghhmmpf..." I cried out, sucking on the gorgeous hockey player's cheese-infested sock and protesting as loud as I could into his thick, muffling wad.
I was genuinely infuriated, and yet extremely turned on by the fact that the handsome knight had singlehandedly tricked me into willingly accepting his super smelly sock as my gag for the night.
I spent the next few minutes mewling and moaning into my fat gag, looking up at Zack's triumphant face as he smiled down upon me and told me how everything would be okay.
"Look at you, all safely sacked up and muzzled." he purred, gently cupping his hand under my jaw and squeezing my cheeks to emphasize his point.
I looked up at him, frowned and tried to mouth off in defiance. But the blue eyed muscle-god just chuckled and smirked.
I eventually tried to wiggle away, but my dominant guardian just wrapped his huge arms around me and threw a leg up over the lower half of my cocooned body, quickly pulling me back in and squeezing me into a tight embrace.
"Haha! Come here you little twerp." he laughed, hugging me with his great big arms and pressing my gagged face into his very broad and well developed pecs.
For a moment there, I felt like I was actually melting from the inside out.
But that moment of pure bliss quickly came to an end when the fooling around resumed.
Master Zack apparently had a thing for breathplay. 'Cause the first thing he did after crushing me against his body, was wrap his colossal arms around me and pinch my nostrils shut.
He knew that I couldn't possibly breathe through my mouth, and yet he took a perverse pleasure in making me beg and moan for air.
Eventually though, the breathplay did stop.
And unfortunately for me, it ended up leading to something worse. Something far, far worse.
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