Chapter 78 - The Cabin Prisoner
I couldn't help but draw closer as the sight of my bagged up friend came into view. I should've been upset and angry about the abuse he was suffering at the hands of his merciless captor, but for some reason, I wasn't feeling upset at all. In fact, I actually enjoyed seeing poor Jeremy all trussed up like this. Watching him moan and wiggle like a helpless little worm, caused my crotch to tingle in excitement. And yet, I didn't quite understand why.
I couldn't tell exactly
what was going on in there, but I
did know he was struggling a lot.
The boy was fully encased in a blue, mummy-style sleeping bag. Six thick ratchet straps appeared to be keeping him trussed up, but from the way he was wiggling around in his puffy prison, I figured he must've been restrained pretty tightly inside there as well.
I walked over to the couch where he was resting and quietly put my hand over the thick mummy bag.
From the way he was struggling and moaning, it was obvious that poor Jeremy was completely oblivious to my presence.
The soft, blue nylon felt incredibly smooth and silky against my hands and fingers.
The bag felt pretty lofty but was nowhere even close to being as thick or puffy as my own Master's sleeping bags.
The dark blue straps were secured and buckled up pretty snug around the bag, keeping the young prisoner fully strapped in, from his ankles, right up to his upper chest and shoulders.
To make matters worse, the helpless lad was left gas-masked as well.
He was drawing laboured breaths through the heavy-duty breathing apparatus. And from the way his muffled moans and cries were coming out, I could tell that he was well gagged.
The hood of the bag was sealed up around his head, allowing only the gasmask nozzle to protrude out past the opening. In short, this was nothing less than a full sleeping bag mummification.
As I stood there, watching my bound up friend moan and struggle, I couldn't resist the urge to reach down and press my hand against the bag, right over his groin area.
The down bag's puffy loft proved no match for my fingers as I pressed down on the young man's erection and started rubbing and squeezing his shaft.
"
Uhhhrrrmmpphh." Jeremy moaned, suddenly shooting his hips up and trying to break free of his sleeping bag prison.
His cock was hard, and he had no way to stop me from toying with it. The fact that he was unable to bring his hands up to protect it, confirmed what I already knew. He was heavily bound up inside there.
I chuckled a bit, but was careful to keep my voice down.
I didn't want him knowing it was me, standing over him, tormenting his boner and laughing at his predicament.
The nylon felt really smooth against my hands and I just loved watching my helpless friend struggling inside the tight confines of the puffy blue sleeping bag.
Jeremy was crying out like crazy and his breathing quickly became irregular and even more laboured than it had been. He was moaning and trying to yell something out, but whatever gag Brad had fixed up inside his boy's mouth, it was doing a wonderful job at keeping protests and audible noises to a minimum.
I put both my hands on the bag to stop the prisoner from wiggling off the couch, and kept on rubbing and jerking his cock off through the thick sleeping bag he was trapped in.
Poor Jeremy. There was no escape.
I couldn't believe it.
I was just about the most submissive guy in the world, yet the thought of toying with another sub, especially one like Jeremy, who was younger and even smaller than I was, didn't completely turn me off.
Quite the opposite in fact. I was actually having fun and enjoying this shit!
I couldn't be a hundred percent certain, but by the time I stopped rubbing his member, I'm pretty sure Jeremy was about to bust a nut and blow his load in there. He was grinding his hips up almost violently and his moaning had gotten considerably deeper.
I hadn't intended on teasing him this much, but I guess I just got caught up in the heat of the moment.
Now that it was over though, I felt kinda bad for being such a lousy friend.
I mean, the young man was probably in there against his will, and here I was, taking advantage of the situation by tormenting his boner, and then stopping before he even had a chance to blow his load.
Jeremy protested loudly when I let go and took a step back.
But I didn't have any choice.
The sound of the three jocks talking, laughing and walking out of the bedroom area, quickly caused me to snap out of my trance and step away from my friend's bagged up form.
Nick entered the living room, while Shawn and our host walked out the front door, and left the cottage, leaving me and my blond King alone with the prisoner.
Nick's face immediately lit up into a smile as he laid eyes on the mummified form lying on the living room couch.
"Hmm...looks like your little friend's in some kinda trouble." he chuckled, drawing closer to where Jeremy was resting.
"Where are they going?" I asked, trying to figure out why Shawn and Brad had left, while simultaneously attempting to take some of the attention away from poor Jeremy.
"Outside." Nick answered, not even bothering to glance my way as he approached the couch. "Brad's wants to show Shawn the new boat his dad got." he explained, reaching down to feel the silky sleeping bag's soft nylon shell.
Little Jeremy was in serious trouble now.
Nick really enjoyed this stuff, and the dark blue nylon trackies he wore, did little to hide the state of growing excitement that animated his hardening manhood.
I had to resist the urge to touch myself as I watched the blond hunk fondle our little sleeping bag captive.
The super sexy, two meter tall brute hadn't even taken his shoes or jacket off yet.
He was still wearing his black sports cap and still had his thick leather gloves on.
His smirk grew as he loomed over the couch and stood tall over the diminutive sleeping bag worm.
The muscular hunk ran his big, leather-clad hands over the blue bag before quickly focusing his attention on the thick straps that kept our prisoner restrained.
"D'you know why he's in there?" I asked, genuinely interested in knowing what Jeremy had done to deserve this fate.
The blond hunk glanced my way before raising an eyebrow.
"How should I know?" he asked, focusing his attention back on the straps before tightening them up a bit.
"All I know is that he's in there for a reason. That's good enough for me." he continued, moving up to the three upper straps and then forcefully tightening those up as well.
Jeremy grunted and cried out as the strap restraints were tightened, but was completely powerless to do anything about it. Nick just smirked and chuckled. "Sounds like he's got a good gag in his mouth." he stated, speaking as though he approved the whole thing.
I watched the big, jacket-clad hunk grab the hood drawstrings and double-knot them up to make sure the hood opening was tightly sealed around the protruding gasmask nozzle.
Poor Jeremy.
Nick was really strict when it came to restraints. But even though I felt bad for the lad, watching him being restrained against his will by my super muscular Alpha-King made my entire body tingle with excitement.
Nick ran his gloved hands over the bagged up boy once again, before finally bringing a hand over the exposed breathing apparatus and clamping his huge, leather-clad palm over it.
The sleeping bag boi had no idea what was happening.
It took him a few seconds to realise that his air had been cut off, but even so, he was left powerless to do anything about it.
"Mmmmrrrphhg....uuuuggghrrmg." Jeremy cried out, wiggling helplessly inside his thick sleeping bag prison.
Nick unclamped his gloved hand from off the lad's gas mask nozzle, but clamped it back down only a second later, quickly smothering the boi again.
"Aww Niiiick. Come on." I pleaded, trying to come up to my friend's rescue. "You're being too rough with him."
"Naaah. He's loving this." Nick answered, lifting his hand a tiny bit and forcing the bound prisoner to sniff his glove. The blond King was having way too much fun to care about my feeble protests though, and he certainly didn't appear to give a shit about poor Jeremy's either.
"Shhhh...yeah, that's it. Sniff." he purred, hushing the boi while keeping his gloved hand over the gasmask nozzle.
The young prisoner spent the next two minutes being smothered by my hunky Alpha's huge, leather-clad hands.
By the time Nick stopped, the helpless captive twink was crying and whimpering pathetically inside his gag, breathing in and out through his gas mask, no doubt expecting his air to be once again cut off without warning.
Nick really enjoyed the control he had over the boi. And he wasn't feeling too merciful either.
I watched in slight horror as the giant, sexy brute suddenly took position over Jeremy's masked face, pulled his trackies down and lowered his enormous bums right over the unsuspecting prisoner's breathing apparatus.
Of course, Jeremy had no idea of what was about to happen.
He just lay there, heaving quietly inside his mask as the towering blond goliath crouched down and blew a massive fart right over his face.
PPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT
"Ahw yeah!" Nick purred, grinning wildly as the potent gas was violently expelled from his rear. "I've been holding that one in all day."
In less than a second, Jeremy was coughing, gagging, crying out and struggling like mad inside his mummy prison.
Nick didn't care though. He just pulled his trackies back up over his oversized bums and laughed at the gagged prisoner's utter misfortune.
"There. Enjoy!" he chuckled, walking out of the living room and leaving me alone with my heavily distressed friend.
I just wanted to run up to the boi, free him and apologise a thousand times for my muscle-bound lover's dorkish behaviour. Of course, releasing him was not an option. Not unless I wanted to share in his fate...which I didn't!
Jeremy just shook his cocooned head from side to side, struggled to get away, and spent the next minute or two fighting his gag and literally choking on Nick's fart.
The was no escape for him.
I bit my lip and just watched on with a distressed expression on my face.
I wanted to help my friend, but any action I took to do so, would undoubtedly result in my demise.
In hindsight, I should've at least grabbed a cushion and waved it over his masked face to dissipate the stench of my Alpha's fart. But for some reason, I didn't move a finger to help the lad, and just sat there, watching him as he struggled in his bonds and choked on Nick's gas.
As much as I felt bad for him, I had no intention of sharing in his predicament.
NOT with three of those horny jocks around.
Whatever Jeremy had done to deserve being trussed up like this, he was on his own.
I wasn't gonna put myself on the line to save his ass.
A small part of me actually saw this as fitting payback for everything Brad had done to me last year.
Of course, Jeremy was in no way responsible for any of it, but for some reason, it still felt good to know that Brad's boi was being tormented by my hunky Alpha.
In other words, I'd endured the cruel torments of his Master. Now it was Jeremy's turn to endure being tormented by mine.
Unfortunately for him, the young lad was still choking on my handsome lover's sickening fart when Brad and Shawn walked back in.
The coughing, struggling and protesting coming from the living room didn't fail to escape Brad's notice and was, to Jeremy's great dismay, interpreted as a sign of defiance and rebellion.
Of course, Brad had no idea that his captive-boi was choking on the blond King's gas, and I didn't have to courage to speak up and tell him what had happened.
The only thing Brad knew, was that his boi was acting up and making a big fuss.
And that was something he wouldn't have.
"Shut the fuck up!" Brad hissed, clamping a hand over his boy's breathing nozzle and rewarding him with a light punch in the stomach.
Jeremy cried out and started whimpering in his gag, sounding absolutely terrified at what his Master would do to him. He was obviously trying to say something, but Brad wasn't listening.
"Quiet!" he barked, ignoring the captive lad's muffled pleas. "I told you what would happen if you didn't stay quiet. You're gonna learn to take me seriously." he continued, 'causing poor Jeremy to start crying and whimpering.
I wanted to intervene but didn't have the guts to do so.
I got up and quickly exited the living room, unable to cope with Jeremy's heart-wrenching pleas.
It quickly dawned upon me that I'd be more or less spending the weekend with three Alpha hunks and that I'd be walking on thin line, indeed.
I trusted Nick, but not when his buddies were around.
He was...unruly and somewhat immature. Brad was a bad influence on him, and from what I'd seen, Shawn was more or less like a younger version of his cousin and could probably be influenced just as easily.
I'd have to work fast to find the right balance in my dealings with these three.
One slight misstep, and I could end up as a prey item.
At the moment, I was more or less in a grey area. Nick wasn't showing any immediate interest in dominating me and Shawn probably didn't have the confidence to make an opening move without his cousin's support.
Brad was the key player here, and he was also the most dangerous one.
My mind quickly came to the conclusion that if I was to stay out of trouble, I'd have to simultaneously offer Brad my respect, befriend Shawn and try to show Nick how useful I could be.
Nick would be unpredictable from now on. He was with buddies, and all three of them knew that I wasn't an equal.
I did have one advantage though. I knew Nick really well and I knew his weak spots.
I had a few ideas on how to deal with him, but had no way of knowing how effective they'd prove to be.
You know what they say though...no time like the present!
Shawn was a rather minor player in all this. It was unclear whether or not flattering his ego would prove to be of any help to me. But gaining his favour was a bonus and could only do more good than harm.
Not only that, but earning Shawn's favour was the easiest of the three goals I had to complete.
He was the
least confident of the three Alphas, he was the youngest and was also the one who had the lowest opinion of Brad, besides me.
It was decided then. I had to get on Shawn's good side.
But first things first. Right now, I needed to talk to Nick and get him to intervene in Jeremy's favour.
No matter how fitting I thought it was for Brad's sub to suffer at the hands of my Alpha, I couldn't just stand there and let the kid be punished. The whole thing was really unfair, and Nick was the only one who could fix the situation.