I woke up feeling somewhat well rested and surprisingly dry.
Considering how thick Nate's sleeping bag was, it was nothing short of a minor miracle that I wasn't covered in sweat by that point.
Being a cold sleeper did have it's advantages I guess.
Judging from the amount of sunlight making it's way through the bedroom window, I knew it must've been pretty late already. Which made sense, considering we'd gone to bed at a bit past three in the morning.
I spent the next hour or so dozing on and off, with the thick sleeping bag smothering my face and forcing me back into a dizzying slumber. Nate's manly scent permeated the thing and filled my nostrils up, keeping me aroused while simultaneously shielding me from the much stronger odours that ran amok in Shawn's cluttered up bedroom.
Things changed as soon as the sleeping stallion awoke from his slumber and sat himself up on the edge of the bed.
"Rise and shine, little faggot." he teased, unzipping the thick army bag down a bit before finally unzipping Nate's much thicker winter bag and exposing the entirety of my face.
I wanted to be obedient and start my day on the right foot, but my delicate senses and flaring nostrils were NOT ready for the wave of nauseating smells that hit once Nate's thick sleeping bag cleared my face.
"Uuggggmpph!" I protested, instantly crinkling my nose up and squinting my eyes tight in an effort to escape the stench.
Being even more impervious to my pleas and whimpers than his cousin was, the huge, hairy, blond haired beast yawned and raised his hands up towards the ceiling before standing tall and making his way across the cluttered bedroom.
His socks, shoes and feet had filled the place up with a revoltingly putrid odour, but muscular hunk apparently thought little of it.
Instead of opening the window to try and air his nest out, he simply walked up to where his phone was plugged, removed it from the USB charger and started glancing at his messages, totally uncaring about the fact that he was stark naked and sporting a very serious case of morning wood between his thighs.
Several loud farts escaped from the 235-pound college beefcake's huge bums, but the hunk just strode around, keeping his eyes glued to the phone he was holding, and smirking every time as his gaze came across funny memes on his Facebook feed.
I was still greatly perturbed by the offensive smell of his footwear, but the monstrous size of his tool and the fact that it stood in a perfectly straight horizontal line proved to be an even greater distraction.
The oversized boner that stuck out in front of him, bobbed left and right with each step he took.
I was terrified! Mesmerized even...
Shawn's boyish facial features were a sharp contrast to his older cousin's more rugged ones.
But body hair aside, their bodies were virtually identical in every way!
My captor eventually did take his eyes off his phone and cover himself up.
I watched as scanned the floor and watched as he bent down and snatched a pair of black briefs from one of the piles next to his bed.
The briefs were huge, but the jock still struggled to work his massive thighs and giant butt into the stretchy fabric.
I was a bit apprehensive when he finally sat himself down on the edge of the bed and peered into my eyes with those steely blue orbs of his.
The sight of him eyeing my face up and licking his lips was a little frightening to say the least.
And given how unpredictable he'd been over the past twenty four hours, my fears were far from misplaced.
Shawn's lips curled up into the beginnings of a smile as he lifted his right foot up and brought it down over my flaring nostrils. "Sniff my toes." he ordered, taking full advantage of the fact that my mouth was gagged and curling his fat digits down around my defenceless sniff holes.
The odour emanating from the space between his toes was at least TEN times stronger than I remembered it being last night.
I nearly puked on the spot and went cross-eyed after the very first whiff.
"Haha!" the blond bully laughed, smiling toothily at the sight of me gagging and chocking on his overpowering foot odour.
The foot sniffing thankfully didn't last very long, but that's only 'cause Shawn had other plans he wanted to bring into motion.
I was still recovering from the stench of his toes and struggling to contain my need to vomit when the beefy, blue eyed stallion bent down and started unwrapping the tape from around my face.
The mystery sock was pulled out and my face was once again immediately presented with the bottom of my captor's extremely offensive, size 13 foot.
"Ugggh..." I gagged, unable to hold my own against the smell.
Shawn wanted his toes washed, and he made it amply clear to me that any refusal on my part would result in me getting my mouth stuffed with one of his moldy, cheese-infested socks for the rest of the day.
I spent the next twenty minutes washing and worshiping the brutish hunk's enormous size 13 feet; sucking and cleaning his fetid toes and quite literally EATING the stinking cheese that had built up in between them.
The stud watched me with great interest and ended up biting his lower lip and groping his engorged manhood several times over the course of the ordeal.
He wasn't nearly as verbal as Nick would've been, but he relished and craved control nonetheless.
I could tell by the way he kept smothering my face and clenching his toes around my nose that he had a thing for domination.
He couldn't help it. It was in his blood.
Shawn enjoyed every minute of my ministrations, and couldn't help but tense up and voice out the occasional "fuck yeah" every time my nostrils flared beneath his rancid digits.
I was on the verge of being sick. But as the minutes went by and the stench of his feet worked it's way into my system, my senses sorta became numb and seemingly accepted defeat.
After the first ten minutes of my ordeal, I was nothing more than a sobbing, whimpering mess, but otherwise proved fairly compliant by licking, sucking and slobbering my tongue across my captor's meaty soles without any immediate threat looming down upon me.
Satisfied with the growing level of compliance he'd recently instilled in my being, Master Shawn removed his rotten feet from my face and freed me from the sleeping bag cocoon without noticing the small spot of dried semen at the front of the shiny spandex sleepsack.
The flannel lining inside Nathan's thick winter bag was a white, plaid motif, rendering any patch of dried up man-juice virtually undetectable.
Shawn allowed me to get dressed and take my shower, but only gave me a time table of ten minutes to do my business and freshen up.
That hardly gave me time to fix myself up, and didn't give me any time at all to go hunting in the communal laundry basket Joey and Chris apparently threw their dirty stuff into.
Urged by an uncontrollable need to get the taste of my captor's toes out of my mouth, I spent the entire ten minutes brushing my teeth and rinsing my tongue while shampooing my hair and washing myself in the shower.
Not having taken my cellphone in the washroom with me, I had no way to be certain of how much time I'd used up. But I had the distinct feeling that my shower had taken a bit more than the ten minutes Shawn had deemed fit to allocate me.
I was, once again, a bit fearful when I stepped out of the steamy bathroom to find my underwear-clad babysitter sitting on one of the living room recliner chairs, waiting for me.
Fortunately for me, the stud didn't follow up on his stern 10-minute time table and didn't punish me for having spent more time using the washroom than I probably should have.
Maybe he didn't realise I'd passed his time table, maybe he didn't care, or maybe he was so satisfied with my compliance that he simply decided to let this one slide by. Either way, it didn't matter.
Shawn eyed my newly-freshened, hastily fixed up self and immediately motioned for me to approach his seated frame.
Joey and Chris were both in their respective rooms and Big Mike was sitting on the couch, gaming on the living room console like he had been when I first met him yesterday afternoon.
The place was quiet and Shawn apparently had no qualms about walking around shirtless, wearing nothing but his tight-fitting, skimpy black underwear.
I was half expecting him to make me get down on my hands and knees and do something demeaning, but instead of humiliating me, the hunk ordered me to get something in my stomach and get a lunch going himself and his roomies.
Having barely eaten anything yesterday, I could hardly wait to tear the fridge door open and get some food down my gullet.
I grabbed a quick bite, spent a few minutes sweeping the kitchen floor and getting the counter cleaned up. Then I quickly got to work and started preparing an early afternoon lunch that consisted of bacon, eggs, sausage and toast.
As the smell of bacon and eggs began permeating the air, so too did the sound of activity inside the previously quiet apartment.
Big Mike was the first to come snooping around to see what I was making.
I had to stop him from eating all the bacon I was trying to cook and ended up playfully smacking his hand away as he attempted to steal a third slice from off the cooking pan.
Joey was the next one to pay me a visit, and although he was much better behaved than Mike, he too couldn't stop himself from snatching up a half-cooked piece of bacon right from the pan.
Not being as comfortable with him as I was with Mike, I pretended not to notice and desperately tried keeping my eyes to myself instead of fawning at the dark-haired hunk's hot face and musculature.
Once the brunch was ready, all five of us gathered around the kitchen table and dug into the food I'd prepared.
These guys had an insatiable appetite, but being in the habit of cooking for Nick, I was no stranger to their near-gluttonous habits.
Other than a few appreciative comments and Chris throwing a jab at me and saying that he could certainly get used to having me around more often, the four Alphas spent their time talking about sports and pretty much ignored me as I ate and then gathered up their plates to do the dishes.
All in all, it turned out to be a pretty boring start to the afternoon.
And it would've stayed that way had Josh neglected to make an appearance a short while later.
Things started looking up again as soon as he did.
Let me explain.