Chapter 92 - Saved
I had no idea how much time had passed, but by the time Nick reached down and starting taking Brad's shoe off of my gasmask, I had somehow dozed off into a state of light slumber and was just slowly beginning to wake up.
I felt warm and really tired.
I watched through the foggy gasmask eye set as my hunky Master attempted to loosen the double knotted shoelaces. The heavy duty military mask hissed loudly as my nostrils flared open and sniffed up the musty air from inside Brad's stinky trainer.
Nick was in no rush though.
The running shoe still smelled real bad, but I had actually gotten a little used to it by now and no longer felt the need to moan and complain after each sniff.
Still, when the shoe was
finally pulled off, I felt a sudden wave of relief.
Finally! Some fresh air.
My mouth was still plugged up, but I'd given up trying to yell and scream through Brad's sock a LONG time ago.
That's right. I was defeated and beaten. There's no point in denying it now. Brad's smelly black sock was simply too big and too thick for me to get anything past it, and it would stay buried and stuffed inside my yapper for as long as my captors deemed it necessary.
Only when my gasmask was pulled off and the jocks mentioned something about watching a movie before going to bed, did I understand how late it was. I couldn't be entirely certain, but I might have been asleep and sniffing Brad's shoe for two hours...maybe even longer!
I tried calling out to Nick as he pulled the rubber mask off my face, but he ignored me and sat himself back on the couch before planting his heavy sneaker-clad feet back on top of me.
I accepted my fate and quietly breathed in through my nostrils.
I was too exhausted to fight, and too weak to struggle.
Jeremy wasn't so lucky though.
Even through the layers of tape that covered my ears, I could hear my friend's laboured breathing inside the mask and heard him struggling and moaning inside his gag. That was quite feat in itself, especially considering the filthy sock in his mouth was even bigger and thicker than mine.
Brad's shoe was still firmly laced up over Jeremy's breathing filter, and the bullies didn't appear the least bit interested in cutting the kid any slack.
I felt four heavy sneakered feet on top of my mummified body and realised that part of me actually enjoyed it.
I liked being under Nick's feet. I can't explain it, but it just felt...right.
Even though my situation was precarious at best, I was too tired to care and felt safe enough under their feet to allow myself to doze off again. My eyelids felt heavy, and pretty soon I was slipping into a state of partial awareness.
I woke up again, and was sure that only a few seconds had passed since I'd closed my eyes.
But from the looks of it, Brad was calling it a night and telling Shawn to make himself comfortable on the couch.
The older jock was apparently tired and slowly picked some of his stuff up and retreated towards the privacy of his own bedroom, leaving poor Jeremy stranded on the floor and at the mercy of the two cousins.
Neither Nick nor Shawn paid the whimpering lad any attention.
Instead, I watched my master scoot forward on the couch and look down at me with an amused expression on his face.
"Not bad, kiddo. You've been in there for almost five hours." he told me, causing Shawn to chuckle as I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
FIVE HOURS?!
I was dying to be let out, but I still couldn't believe how much time had passed.
I must've been hanging on in a state of light slumber for FAR longer than I'd previously though.
"Ready to be let out?" Nick asked, quickly snickering at my pitiful expression.
"
Mgggh...ugghm." I moaned, unable to speak up but reaching out to my Master by giving him my most submissive set of puppy eyes. Luckily for me, my big, beefy muscle-King was in a generous mood tonight.
Had he not been, I would've probably been left to rot inside my duct tape prison and he would've blamed it on my "unwillingness" to speak up normally.
"Alright, quiet down or I'll leave you in there for the rest of the night." he warned, pointing his index finger down at my face in a scolding manner. I knew better than to test my Alpha's resolve, and so I immediately obeyed and quieted down, sucking on my huge, smelly gag instead.
God, I hated it. It really tasted like Brad's feet!
It took a good ten minutes for the two cousins to free me.
Nick used a pair of dull-edged scissors to cut through my duct tape and pallet wrap cocoon, while Shawn squatted down over my face and attempted to free my duct taped head.
By the time they'd freed me of my prison and managed to unwrap my head completely, Nick was smiling and laughing at the fact that my hair was all wet and that my boner was still very much erect.
Thankfully, the load I'd shot while they were wrapping me up five hours ago, failed to catch their notice.
Nick lifted my head up and pulled the massive saliva-soaked sock out of my mouth before tossing it to the floor.
"That's it. Nice and slow." he told me, slowly helping me up to a standing position and carefully walking me to the kitchen so that I could gulp down a tall glass of water.
The two meter tall hunk kept his hand on my back as I finished drinking my second glass of water, and slowly guided me into the washroom before ordering me to take a shower and get myself cleaned up.
"When you're done, you're gonna go in the bedroom and you're gonna put on the clothes I've left for you on the bed. Then I want you to come and see me. Understood?" he asked, standing a full head taller than me and looking down at me like a father looking down at his son.
"Yes, sir." I answered, slowly nodding my head as he opened the washroom door and turned the lights on before gently guiding me in.
I felt the sting of Nick's hand as he suddenly smacked my bare ass hard, causing me to gasp and turn around in surprise. The super muscular hunk gave me a playful wink and quickly eyed me up and down before licking his lips and walking back to the living room.
I looked at myself in the mirror and had trouble imagining how
anyone could find me even remotely attractive right now. I was sweaty, I was covered in marks and my hair was completely matted down over my head.
I looked like shit!
I quickly turned the shower on and allowed the water to heat up before stepping in under it's soothing embrace.
I spent a good five minutes standing there, leaning against the cold ceramic wall before actually grabbing the shampoo bottle and lathering it up onto my hair.
I washed myself with the lightly scented shower gel that was on the shower rack and spent quite a bit of time just standing there, soaking up under the warm stream and letting it run down my back and butt crack.
When I finally decided to step out onto the soft shower mat, I was pleasantly surprised to find my towel neatly folded on the toilet seat cover, and my grooming kit next to the sink, on the washroom counter.
I dried myself, put my deodorant on, fixed my hair up with wax, and spent a solid two minutes brushing my teeth, trying to get rid of gross taste in my mouth.
I still had a few marks lining my neck, face and arms, but decided to wrap the towel around my body and quickly scamper towards the bedroom so that I could finally get dressed. The marks would go away on their own, I knew.
As soon as I arrived in the small room, I turned the lights on and stood there in shock at the sight of the clothes Nick had set out for me to wear. He'd gone through my stuff and had taken out my baby blue t-shirt, a pair of my white ankle socks and my tight-fitting black jockstrap. No pants and no shorts.
I quickly got dressed and reminded myself of how silly it was to feel strange about walking into the living room with a jockstrap on.
Shawn had already seen my naked body and had even seen my exposed and very much erect boner.
These Alphas were used to going to the gym and undressing in front of other guys. I knew that it wasn't really a big deal for them, but I still felt awkward walking around the place with only a jockstrap on.
I was tempted to fish out a pair of running shorts from my travel bag, but decided to obey Nick and just wear the clothes he'd selected for me to wear.
I nervously stepped out of the bedroom and started making my way towards the living room, just as my Master had instructed me.
Jeremy was probably being freed from his cocoon right now, I thought to myself.
Imagine my surprise when I arrived in the living room and found my younger friend still tightly packaged up and gasmasked.
The stinky running shoe had been removed from his breathing intake, but the poor lad was left dealing with something much worse. Much, MUCH worse...
Shawn's feet.
An incredibly foul odour permeated the air inside the living room, and I knew that Nick wasn't the one responsible for it, since he was nowhere in sight.
"Hey man." Shawn casually greeted, too engrossed in the shooter game he was playing to actually take his eyes off the screen. "Nick just went to take a dump." he told me, quickly licking his licks and moving around in his seat
as though it would help his player dodge the enemy's bullets.
"Uh...ok." I answered, perplexed and a little annoyed at the fact that the blond jock had to go into details about where his older cousin was and what he was doing.
I didn't need THAT kind of information.
The hunk was so completely engrossed in the game he was playing, that he didn't appear the least bit concerned about the tiny teenager that was bundled up and mummified at his feet.
The big, muscular twenty-year-old giant sat on the couch, wearing nothing but his socks and boxers, and had his huge size 13 soles crossed up over the helpless kid's upper chest.
Shawn's enormous, sock-clad feet stood only INCHES away from poor Jeremy's breathing filter!
The kid had nowhere to go and no way to alert us or call for help.
His little mouth had been plugged up with a giant sock, and his entire face was wrapped up from top to bottom.
The three bullies really didn't want him mouthing off or calling for help tonight.
Poor Jeremy.
His Master had just abandoned him. Nick was in the bathroom doing his business, and here he was, left alone and at the mercy of some big, smelly dude he didn't even know.
I watched my mummified friend struggle inside his cocoon and watched him choke on his gag while desperately trying to twist his head away. He couldn't even budge, much less get away from Shawn's giant feet.
The young Alpha's extremely potent foot odour filled the room up, and his socks and shoes just kept oozing incredibly cheesy fumes out, creating a toxic cloud of stench in the area surrounding Jeremy's head.
"Aren't you guys gonna let him out?" I asked, genuinely concerned about my friend's safety and wellbeing.
He sounded like he was literally crying and choking on his gag, and Shawn just sat there, airing out his huge stinkers right in front of the poor kid's gasmasked face.
"I dunno, man..." Shawn answered, keeping his eyes focused on the TV. "I think Brad wants him to stay like that for the night."
As soon as the words left the jock's mouth, I heard Jeremy produce a series of heavily muffled, unintelligible screams before coughing and choking on his gag once more.
"Shhh!" Shawn suddenly hissed, absentmindedly moving his right foot over the prisoner's inhaler and curling his sock-clad toes up over the small hole.
Jeremy sniffed and his entire body suddenly jerked in shock.
"Shawn, you're killing him!" I protested, unable to stay quiet while my helpless friend suffocated on the stench of the blond Alpha's toes.
The jock seemed a little annoyed that I was pestering him during his game and just brushed me off by telling me that Jeremy was fine.
We both knew that he wasn't, but Shawn just didn't care.
Nick arrived in the living room a few seconds later and took hold of my upper left arm.
It was almost as though he intended on pulling me out of the room or something.
"Alright, I'm calling it a night, bro." he told his younger cousin. "You gonna be okay on the couch?"
"Yeah, don't worry. I'll be fine." Shawn responded, still keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.
Next to him, was a large pillow, as was well as Jack's super fat, old mummy-style winter bag.
Good. As long as he was sleeping in it, I wouldn't have to worry about being zipped up inside there, I thought to myself.
"Try not to stay up too late." Nick told him, slowly stepping out of the living room and pulling me along with him.
"G'night, bro." the younger jock finally called out.
The last thing I saw before being prodded out of the living room, was the young, fully gagged and mummified boi being forced to cope with Shawn's giant, putrid soles. I had no idea how long the jock would stay up playing video games for, but Jeremy was certainly in for a rough night.
He probably wouldn't be sleeping much.
As Nick and I left, I could swear I heard the kid screaming out for us to come back.
He was no doubt terrified at being left alone with the hulking twenty-year-old.
Shawn's socks were smelly beyond belief and those running shoes he'd slipped off were stinking the room up something fierce!
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I was incredibly lucky Nick was there to take care of me.
I'm not sure WHAT I'd have done had I been in Jeremy's place.
Good luck, my friend.
You're gonna need it.