BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG (M+/M+) *UPDATE JAN 08*

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WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING SAGAS HAVE YOU FOUND YOURSELF RE-READING OR GOING BACK TO THE MOST? (2 VOTES)

BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG
50
45%
TEACHING BRAD A LESSON
5
5%
EASY PREY I-IV
27
24%
THIRTY-SIX HOURS OF HELL
5
5%
HOUSE ARREST I & II
7
6%
HOW I BECAME A COLLEGE DORM SLAVE
16
14%
OTHER (SPECIFY)
1
1%
 
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So wait, lemme get this straight.
You guys are all tens, elevens and twelves? And yet some of your are the same ones that keep dissing Steven over his constant complaining and whininess? Looks too me like the lot of you are gonna have to be more understanding and sympathetic towards Steven's plight from now on ;)



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I have a love/hate relationship with foot odour. With that being said, I think my foot odour tolerance level would be a 12/13.
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I'd have to agree with most of the guys on here and say a 12/13. Maybe 14 at a push. Anything over that and I'd be gone :lol:
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Well dunno really...a guess entirely 9-13 maybe? Not sure how I would react at that upper end or beyond :o
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umm my body allows like a 2. I would mentally do a 20 though If I could physically handle it.
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If I was to give you a numerical value, 6-7... I dunno, smells aren't my thing and feet gross me out. Why do I love this fetish again? :lol: I think it's the fact I don't like it, that's what I love.
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The FOOT ODOUR character rating number for Nick, Steven, Brad, Jeremy, Shawn and Zack is based on how smelly their respective socks/footwear get after three consecutive days of use.

Steven and Jeremy's achieve the status of "WORN"
Brad's achieves the status of "SMELLY"
Zack's achieve the status of "EXTRMELY SMELLY"
Nick and Shawn's reach all the way up to "PUTRID"


Here's what each of you would be able to tolerate so far:


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If I understood this right, then Steven has a foot odour tolerance of 15. that means that everyone here would be less accepting when it comes to our main characters socks and stuff...

I‘ll go for a 17.
I‘m pretty much into stinking, even extremely smelly socks. I discussed this often with my Master too...and he still says I wouldn‘t be able to cope with his feet in reality. Which is what I think of different...but well.

On the foot odour scale, I guess my dad, who has really stinky feet as well, would score at a 15/16, I guess.
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Shit! I got Brad... But I didn't want Brad :lol:
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If I wasnt listening to reason I’d say 19-20, but I think I would end up gagging ^^ I’d say 1-15, maybe 16-17 if forced.

I don’t think I could go any higher than 17, even though it’s already pretty high ! But I’d be willing to change that, for sure.
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CHAPTER 177 - REUNITED
Sunday, April 30 (11:00 AM)


Nick was really happy with me after that.
Not only had I made him shoot his load by licking his huge feet and flaring my nostrils in between his giant toes, but I was now on my hands and knees, lapping the cum off his hard abs and eagerly cleaning up his huge, muscular pecs.


He'd fucked a huge amount of pussy, had rammed his giant boner inside countless throats and had probably been muscle worshipped more times than he could remember.
But getting his feet serviced and taken care of like that, must've been one of his wildest dreams.
And I had the distinct honour of being the one to help him fulfill it.



"Fuuuuck." he purred, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip while I sucked his nipples and slid my tongue in between his chiseled abdominal muscles.

The blond goliath yanked my head up and kissed my mouth aggressively before telling me what a good boy I was and how he was gonna turn me into his wife. I blushed, amused at the concept of him officialising our union, while at the same time feeling an insane amount of joy at the realisation that he liked me that much.

The hunk and I kissed and kissed, until he grabbed my hair tight and forced me back down towards his abdomen.

"Alright, hurry up! I want that mess cleaned up." he growled, crossing his hands up behind his head and looking down at me with the absolute cockiest of smirks on his face.

"Yes, Master." I immediately answered, licking and sucking his incredibly muscular torso with renewed zeal and energy.




I eventually worked my way down to his beefy thighs and licked his semi-limp boner clean before tackling his ballsack and scraping my velvety tongue against his heavy nuts.
Satisfied with a job well done, I pulled my head up and hungrily went for the dominant King's broad shoulders and big, beefy biceps.

My hasty departure from his crotch didn't seem to sit too well with him though.
Less than a second after I'd pulled my head up, my lover's very powerful hands were on me and guiding me back to what he considered an unfinished job.



"Where the FUCK d'you think you're going, boi?! Get back down there and clean me up. Now!" he growled, this time with a discernible amount of anger and dissatisfaction in his voice.

He must not've appreciated the less-than-thrilled response I gave him, 'cause he answered my moan by yanking my face up and slapping me across the cheek pretty hard.

"What's that? You got a problem, boi?!" he asked, sounding none too pleased about the disdainful expression on my face.

"No, Sir." came my immediate answer.

"You fuckin' BETTER not have a problem, kiddo. Now stick your tongue out." he ordered, frowning down at me and holding my head in a very tight, uncompromising grip.


The extremely well-endowed muscle-god gave my protesting expression little heed and forcefully lowered my face down into his great, big pubic bush.

Ugh.
I was to clean his crotch, even if I didn't particularly want to.




Nick was a really clean guy.
Sure, his feet smelled strong enough to kill a horse. And yes, he was extremely lazy when it came to changing his socks and boxers.
But as far as everything else went, he was really clean and impeccably groomed.

He almost always showered twice a day, and even when he was tired and sweaty from a grueling day at work or an intense workout at the gym, the blue eyed Alpha-King never smelled dirty or unclean.
Quite the opposite; his natural body scent was incredibly warm and alluring.
It had a kind of...peaty, earthy scent to it.


I don't really know how else to describe it other than to say that he smelt really good.
His bed sheets, his clothes and his pillows all carried the soft scent of his skin, and I absolutely adored burying my face in there and sniffing up his soothing, masculine aroma.


But knowing how clean he was didn't make my job any easier for some reason.
I guess I just didn't enjoy body hair that much, and even though the hulking stud had a completely hairless chest and torso, his untrimmed pubic bush and unkept armpits gave me A LOT of trouble.




Not wanting to disobey my Master and risk angering him further, I obediently complied and buried my mouth and nose inside his giant bush while at the same time running my tongue through his coarse, wiry crotch hairs.

Nick watched as I licked and sucked his crotch clean and kept a tight, authoritarian grip on my head the entire time.



When he finally pulled my face up and allowed me to clean up his muscular shoulders and arms, I was once again coerced into doing something I didn't particularly like, and found myself chowing down and sniffing up the inside of his very large and very bushy right armpit.

Aside from coughing and gagging every time one of his thick armpit hairs ended up inside my mouth, I managed to retain a cool head and performed rather admirably.




By the time I was done sucking up and hungrily exploring every nook and cranny my dominant guardian's beefy torso had to offer, the horny hunk's jumbo boner was back to full mast and there was no doubt in my mind that he was ready for another round.


Fortunately for me, Nick was actually satisfied with my performance and quickly sat on the edge of the bed before pulling his nylon trackies and smelly blue underwear back on.

The bare-chested blond god slowly got up and cupped my chin in his head before puckering his lips against the top of my head and kissing it tenderly. I then received a smack on the bum and was ordered to get dressed and get cleaned up so that I could tend to our guests like the good host he wanted me to be.




Nick put his dreadfully smelly socks back on and left the room to fetch his trainers from the living room floor.
I quickly gathered some clean clothes, exited the bedroom and jumped into the shower so that I could get cleaned up.

My butthole was sore from the two brutal fuckings I'd been given, and both of my boyfriend's steaming hot loads came pouring out of it as soon as I sat down on the toilet bowl. It was a very humiliating experience to say the least.



I showered, brushed my teeth and fixed myself up as best I could.
But nothing got me ready for the sight that awaited me when I finally stepped out of the washroom.


There, in the hallway stood my friend.
And as much as I was annoyed by his untimely arrival, my heart just sank when I noticed the fresh bruises and painful-looking scars he carried on his otherwise perfect face.



That poor soul!
I just wanted to hug him and tell him how everything was gonna be alright.
And that's exactly what I ended up doing.



As soon as Jeremy and I saw each other, the fictional field of rivalry I'd conjured up instantly fell down and I was once again overjoyed at seeing my friend again.

Jeremy and I hugged for a good thirty seconds, with myself using the opportunity to rub his back and tell him how much his coming back here meant to me.

As much as I desired Zack's attention, the sight of my battered friend bruised face shamed me into realising how ultimately selfish I'd become.

Shame on you, Steven.




The handsome, two meter tall hockey player eventually joined out little reunion and smiled at me before pulling Jeremy close to him and planting his lips on the boy's head. I was virtually enamored by the display of affection.
Jeremy wasn't used to this kind of treatment, and I could see the uneasiness painted plainly on his face.


Anxious to get some alone time with my friend, but not wanting to impede on the privacy these two love birds now required, I quickly escorted our two guests to the roomy bathroom and took out two towels and matching face cloths so that they could shower and freshen up.

I though they would shower one at a time, so you can imagine my surprise when Zack pulled his protégé inside the washroom with him.



"You guys have fun." I giggled, smiling boyishly as I closed the door to give the two some privacy.

Poor Jeremy was was blushing like crazy.
Not that I could blame him, really.
I would've been blushing too had I been in the same washroom as Zack and about to share a shower with him.


For a guy who had gotten used to sleeping on the floor, eating like a dog and being treated like an object of scorn, finding solace in Zack's waiting arms must've been a strange experience indeed!
And frankly, I couldn't think of anyone more qualified to take care of Jeremy than Zack...not that I knew many people, mind you.


A week ago, I'd been sceptical about this whole idea of Nick bringing his friend in the picture.
But after getting to know the guy a bit, I was convinced he would do more harm than good.
If anyone could guide Jeremy though this long, arduous healing process, it had to be Zack!




I quickly walked into the kitchen and found Nick preparing a protein shake for himself and his soon-to-be showering buddy.

We spoke for a bit and it was decided that all four of us would share an early afternoon brunch together.


I started getting some stuff out of the fridge and decided to get to work making some crêpes while Nick took care of cutting up some fresh fruit and making smoothies for Jeremy and myself.

His helping out in the kitchen sorta defied what a lot of online BDSM guides had to say about Master/slave relationships.
But then again, Nick was confident enough about his own masculinity to forgo caring about such worthless ideals.

It spoke a lot about him.



The crêpe mix was extremely simple to make. A pinch of salt, bit of vanilla extract, lots of milk, a good amount of butter, eggs and flour.
The first two or three didn't turn out that well, but as soon as my pan reached the correct temperature, all the following crêpes came out looking just perfect.

Meanwhile, Nick helped by cutting up strawberries, kiwis and bananas to go with our maple syrup-flavoured lunch.
This was gonna be one hell of a hearty breakfast!
And an interesting as well, considering the guests we'd be sharing it with.



By the time my boyfriend's buddy and his green eyed quarry stepped out of the washroom, I was about done cooking my fifteenth crêpe and had only one or two more to go before the lot of us could sit down and eat.




Zack sat down on one of the dining room chairs and Nick ordered Jeremy to join me in the kitchen so that he could help me set the table up.

It might seem a touch weird to put your guests to work like that, but Zack didn't object to it in any shape or form.
Jeremy was indeed our guest. But when it came down to it, he was still a boi.
That was all the excuse Nick needed to put the freckled teen right back to work.



I guided my friend towards the plates, glasses and cutlery we'd need and watched him make his way past my shirtless, towering boyfriend and over towards the dining room table, carrying four large plates and a number of utensils in his hands.

He was a cute guy to be sure, and from the way Zack was eyeing him up, I knew I wasn't the only one to think so.



Jeremy must've been embarrassed to have so many sets of eyes trained on him.
Nick was being himself and minding his own business, but Zack and I just couldn't take our eyes off the kid.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't attracted to Jeremy in the slightest!
The budding relationship between he and Zack is actually what kept my interest.


Zack watched Jeremy set the table. And I watched Zack watch Jeremy.
Nick was just getting our drinks ready and checking out this week's hockey schedule on his tablet.
He was in his own world. I was in mine.





When it was finally time for all of us to be seated and enjoy our late breakfast, Jeremy's awkwardness and unfamiliarity with dining room etiquette become blatantly obvious.

He had been conditioned to eat on the floor, so the idea of sitting on a chair with his betters must've been difficult to accept.


Even so, Zack kept the boy particularly close by pulling his chair very close to his and by sitting at an angle that allowed him to keep a close watch over the diminutive lad.

For young Jeremy, there was no escaping the hunk's attention.
And as I sat there and watched the two, I couldn't help but smile.



If my young friend was smart, he'd quickly come to realise what an incredible catch this new Master of really his was.
Of course, nothing was set in stone yet. But I mean, come on...who WOULDN'T want Zack, right?!


The stud was much closer to being vanilla boyfriend-material than he was to being the type of Master Jeremy had initially set out to look for.
But from what I'd seen and experienced so far, he was very hands on and very dominant as well.
He also had a serious thing for rope bondage...but that was beside the point.

Personality wise, this guy was the polar opposite of Brad.


Whereas Brad was cold, harsh and demeaning, Zack was warm, sensual and communicative.
His willingness to dig into private matters and his offering to help make my sex life with Nick more enjoyable was proof of that!
Zack was really good at listening and communicating, which is EXACTLY what a traumatised boy like Jeremy needed right now.



I can just imagine the amount of joy and stability our big hockey-playing hunk was gonna bring into my friend's life.

Imagine, being conditioned to spend the last six months sleeping on a hard wooden floor, and then suddenly finding yourself in a cosy warm bed with a caring, protective man who had arms the size of freakin' tree trunks!



This was a joyful time for Zack, for myself...and most of all, for Jeremy.

Finally, my friend was gonna have the kind and loving Master he so rightly deserved.
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I am so proud of Steven for being so compassionate to Jeremy! And so happy Jeremy is back in Zack's hands. I'm hoping this is the start of some good things all around!
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Steven's a better person than I. I still don't like Jeremy :lol:

I don't want him hurt though- just out of the picture ;)

Okay I need to shut myself up. Back to Nick's armpits!
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I guess Nick's foot odour would really be too much for me and Shawn is also too awful. You describe it as "putrid" and I'm sure I couldn't handle that.

Although I do really admire Zack (the way he looks is to melt for!), the way you rate his foot odour makes me think twice... I think his foot odour might be too strong for me to handle comfortably. Given the descriptions in the story so far, I fear his feet and socks would make me puke.

On the other hand, I'm sure I could easily handle Steven's foot odour or Jeremy's. You describe their odour as "worn" and that's something I'm completely fine with. I think I would describe my boyfriend's footwear in the same way and I do sometimes wish it was more smelly. My brother's footwear is the most smelly I've ever sampled. I think his rating would be close to that of Brad. My brother's sneakers smell really strong but I've sniffed them willingly several times.

I therefore think my tolerance would be 14.
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To keep my answer short, I think my tolerance falls around 12 naturally. Unfortunately I share with Steven a pretty big kink for being forced to do things I don’t wanna do 😅
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Firstly, armpits <3

Secondly, I'm happy that Steven is giving Jeremy the joy he deserves, and while I think it's nice he's so interested in their affair, he needs to know that his thoughts aren't Jeremy's. Let Zack handle it.
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Pup wrote: 4 years ago While I can be very submissive at times, I'd probably have to say 11 or 12 would be my limit. No amount of submissiveness can override a gag reflex. :P
Pup, since your BF doesn't follow this thread, where would he fit in all this?
After three consecutive days of use, what rating would you give his socks?

sniffingyoursocks wrote: 4 years ago On the foot odour scale, I guess my dad, who has really stinky feet as well, would score at a 15/16.
Was just talking about that with Tsuhaya.
His dad and mine would both rate at around 17/18.
You boys are lucky you didn't inherit that problem like I did.

Honestly can't wait for Squirrel to join this discussion.
Come on, guys! Don't be shy!
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Loving this thread!
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bondagefreak wrote: 4 years agoNow what about you? What about your comfort and joy levels?
Where would YOU fit on the the FOOT ODOUR TOLERANCE SCALE?
Keep in mind, being gagged with something is NOT synonymous of being okay/comfortable with said gag.
Keep it real, guys! And remember, the more detailed your answer, the better!
I'd say my comfort level is somewhere between 1-8. I love the idea of sock gags but I also have a strong gag reflex so I'm not actually good at putting up with the taste. If we were talking about a muzzle full of socks, I'd say I'll be comfortable with a 13.
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Well, I would say around 15 would be great for me
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I've not really had much experience with feet tbh, but a fwb had some feet at like a 13-14, and I could easily handle that, and one time his mate let me smell his feet, and they were really strong and rank at probably 16-18 but again I can handle that, but anything more might be a bit too much. Although I am into being forced to do stuff so maybe a 19 or 20 when I'm forced would be pretty hot
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The chart keeps growing, and the results are surprising indeed!
From that1kid13's 2, all the way up to jammer212's 18!

If there's one thing that this chart tells us, it's that there'd be LOTS of very unhappy moaning if Nick, Brad, Shawn and Zack were put in charge of mummifying the lot of you and stuffing your mouths up.



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Whitestorm wrote: 4 years ago I don’t think I could go any higher than 17, even though it’s already pretty high!
jammer212 wrote: 4 years ago Probably 16-18...but anything more might be a bit too much.
gaggedup wrote: 4 years ago I think my foot odour tolerance level would be a 12/13.


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I would say 17 maybe good for me
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THE NEXT AND FINAL CHAPTER OF BOUND AND GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG (PART V) WILL BE PUBLISHED LATER TONIGHT.

A NEW SET OF CAST MEMBERS WILL BE INTRODUCED, SEVERAL STORY CROSSOVERS ARE COMING INTO EFFECT, AND SOME VERY HOT BONDAGE ACTION IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER.

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zzzz12333211 wrote: 4 years ago I would say 17 maybe good for me
Can't tell you how happy I am to see you commenting on here, boi.
Hope you'll continue to comment regularly from now on!

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