THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE THE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL STORY
Master Corey gave me a brief moment to take in the sight of my fellow arrestee before closing the door behind us, tightening his grip around my upper left arm and semi-forcibly escorting me over towards where Big Mike was waiting.
The gentle giant greeted me with an almost sheepish and outwardly sympathetic smile as the distance that separated me from his seated position grew shorter. Pretty soon, I was lying face down on the bedroom floor; my hands still tightly cuffed behind my back and my comparativiely diminutive frame positioned squarely between the towering goliath's outspread legs.
I say diminutive, 'cause even though I was more or less of regular height, my lightly-built 5ft7 frame was positively puny when compared to the mountainous leviathan's downright cyclopean form.
Mike's proximity had a definite calming effect though. Even more so when he reached down in between his enormous thighs and placed one of his superbly broad and remarkably heavy palms on the back of my hairy dome.
I immediately raised my head up off the floor and let out a grumbling complaint when Corey gently forced my ankles together and got another one of those freakishly massive, police-grade zipties ready. I tried protesting my fate and tried alerting him to the fact that this wasn't necessary, but Big Mike cupped the back of my head a little tighter and advised me to stay quiet by shushing me down and presenting his fear-inspiringly gargantuan palm in front of my face.
"Shhhhhh. It's okay. Don't worry. He's just making sure you don't try running away from us." he cooed, doing his best to ease me down while at the same time leaving little doubt as to the fact that he wouldn't hesitate to muffle me up with his very own stupendously broad and disproportionately oversized palms if need be.
It's strange, 'cause until very recently I always saw Mike as being both soft and spineless. I appreciated his gentleness and easygoing nature, but I couldn't say I awarded him as much respect and deference as I did the other guys. At first glance, he was initially quite intimidating because of his superb size and stature, but aside from that, he was a very unimposing fellow.
That changed - at least for me it did - roughly three months ago when the violent brawl had broken out between the two forces of nature that were Brad and Ryan. Unbothered by the fact that the older stallion was being forcibly gang-wrestled and pinned down by not one but four guys, Big Mike had unexpectedly entered the fray and voluntarily taken it upon himself to put an end to Brad's hateful spewing. With his own two hands, no less!
It took serious balls to do that.
Suffice it to say, my esteem for the man had grown significantly as a result. He was still soft and unassuming, to say the least, but he was most definitely possessed of a carefully concealed dominant streak - something I found appealing, even though he so seldomly allowed it to show.
In any case, it didn't take long for Andrew and his irrefutably more jockish counterpart to pull away from Ethan's hopelessly well-bound form and converge on my own lightly restrained one.
The two of them, aided by their comparatively chivalrous but supremely muscular colleague - Corey - spent what must've been fifteen or twenty minutes tightly trussing me up. The thick zip-tie cuffs preventing my socked ankles from spreading were eventually cut off, but the sense of freedom I momentarily experienced proved quite fleeting. My ankles were individually restrained to my thighs. It was to the point where - much like my fellow prisoner - my heels soon found themselves pressed up against their opposing buttocks.
I moaned and groaned throughout much of the ordeal, thanks in no small part to the extreme excessiveness and overbearing tightness of Andrew and Ryan's combined efforts. The two of them were positively relentless! Sir Corey - who had recently begun field training under my own husband's tutelage - took some notes and pointers and readily studied the two rope-savvy studs' individual techniques.
Even from an unobservant and uninterested point of view, it was impossible to ignore how Ryan and Andrew worked well together. One was strict and sadistic, the other was stoic and uncompromising.
Big Mike's role, though not as easily defined, eventually became clearer as the minutes ticked by. Ethan's yet-to-be-gagged mouth was proving quite verbose in its protests and complaints, so the gentle giant just sat there and somewhat brazenly took it upon himself to hinder our ability to efficiently communicate with one another; most notably by holding the back of my head with one hand and threateningly moving his other ginormous palm real close to my face each time I let out a groan or tried talking to my friend.
The guys occasionally warned Ethan to pipe it down, but the disgruntled captive's noisy rants continued unhindered and uninhibited.
"Ugh! Let me go! Fuck! You fuckers have NO right to do this! Once my dad gets wind of this, I swear he'll kill you!" he threatened, groaning and wincing, most likely from the extreme tightness of his restraints. "Don't let them tie you up, Steven. Don't let them do this! You need to fight them!" he cried out, encouraging me to resist while at the same time struggling against his own infuriatingly excessive bonds.
I tried moving my head around in order to respond to my fellow captive's rousing remarks, but Big Mike's positively gargantuan palm followed me around, hovering dangerously close to my face and threatening to close the distance if I so much as made a peep or showed the faintest trace of defiance.
Several times I tried telling the guys I wanted to see Shawn or speak to my husband, but each time my pleas for an audience were shot down and hushed into silence.
"Shhhhhhhhh." Big Mike at one point soothingly whispered, doing his best to calm me down before finally interrupting my softly-spoken demands by gently pressing his immensely large hand over my hopelessly dwarfed face.
"I wanna smphhh. Phhggh mmpphhh pphhgggmpph..." was the only thing I managed to explain, as the fleshiest, broadest and downright thickest of clammy palms and fingers slowly but surely swallowed my face whole.
The monstrously endowed goliath removed his smothering hand from my face after only a few seconds, but then preventatively returned it once more upon hearing Ethan's continued protests and repeated calls for me to join in.
Though the thought of joining my friend in mounting a valiant resistance did hold some appeal, I was smart enough to know that each and every one of these guys had me seriously outclassed.
Even in a one-on-one scenario, my efforts to resist would've proven utterly pointless. Andrew wasn't as muscular or as heavily built as his colleagues, but he was a lot taller than I was and he was a lot stronger as well. Just to give you an idea, I'd seen him singlehandedly take down Josh and incapacitate the blond beta-jock with relative ease on more than one occasion. That in itself was quite a feat, especially considering Josh was the strongest and most physically capable of us - us dependents I mean.
Fighting Big Mike would've been even more hopeless considering how downright massive and heavy he was. He was relatively sluggish and not possessed of remarkable speed or stamina. But what he lacked in agility, he made up for in sheer size and weight. Fighting off Mike would've been the equivalent of trying to wrestle a bear. In other words, not a very good idea.
As for the other two, taking them on would've been suicide! Ryan was really big and strong, and his buddy Corey even more so. Both were in peak physical condition and both were endowed with extremely muscular bodies and unparalleled stamina.
Ryan maintained his core strength and impressive physique through rigorous callisthenics while Corey combined his regular weight-lifting routine with intensive ten-kilometre jogs and hour-long sessions on the treadmill...much to the great horror of anyone happening upon his reeking socks or godforsaken running trainers.
So yeah, Ethan's offer was perhaps a bit tempting, but not particularly viable. Even less so given that I was now well on my way to being as heavily bound and tightly restrained as he was.
Still, Big Mike was unwilling to take any chances, and as such, decided to loosely cup his terrifyingly massive palm over my face; if only for the sake of preventing me from being moved by Ethan's repeated attempts to sway me. In other words, he wasn't going to allow me the chance to join my friend's valiant resistance movement.
The sound of laboured sniffing quickly followed suit as I hungrily flared my nostrils open and noisily struggled to get some air in past the unaccommodating fleshiness of the gentle giant's loosely applied but unbelievably disabling handgag.
Though I was still very irked about this unwarranted arrest and admittedly even more upset about the fact that I wasn't being allowed to seek an audience with Shawn or my husband, the hardening woody in between my thighs throbbed with great vigour. Under any other circumstance, I would've been positively thrilled at the prospect of being forcibly arrested and simultaneously manhandled by these four guys.
In any case, I practically creamed my own undies when hunky Ryan took a brief pause to observe his handiwork and said something along the lines of "I think we're gonna need some thick gags for these two." before teasingly rubbing my dishevelled brown-haired dome and letting out a sexy chuckle.
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Merry Christmas! Hope to see Ethan and Steven get some fun stocking stuffers!
I voted Ryan's stuff for Ethan and Corey's stuff for Steven. Every time I see that picture of Corey in those tight green briefs, I want to see them as a gag!
Very curious still on both Ethan and Steven's arrest, but also laughed at the end when he asked the question in the poll of their gags. I went with a stuffing gag of Mike's stuff for Ethan, and the muzzle for Steven because of how he enjoyed seeing Brad getting the muzzle before. Practicality creamed himself when he saw the thick muzzle on his face.
Big Mike feels like he knows how to adapt himself based on the character. He was ruthless with Brad but he seems to be a little more gentle with Steven. He may need further dom training from Nick or Zack.
Stormee wrote: ↑4 months ago
...and the muzzle for Steven because of how he enjoyed seeing Brad getting the muzzle before. Practicality creamed himself when he saw the thick muzzle on his face.
Mmhh, Steven likes the muzzle alright, but your memory might be playing tricks on you.
The muzzle had little to do with his arousal during Brad's muzzling. A reread might be in order, my friend
Though it's too early to tell and though the poll doesn't influence Steven's narrative, I'm surprised to see Ryan performing so well and downright flabbergasted to see Corey as the preferred option for Steven. I didn't really have any results or predictions in mind when I opened this poll, but I wasn't expecting Corey's vote to come out so strongly. Interesting results!
I voted Muzzle for Ethan because he's being very mouthy and needs some well earned quiet time.
For Steven, I also chose something from Corey. Corey is very big and hunky, so his stuff will fill Steven's mouth, but he isn't the stinkiest guy in the group, so it won't be pure torture, especially considering that as of right now, Steven is seemingly innocent. Plus, Steven did mention that Corey is now under Nick's tutelage, so it seems fitting that something of Corey's is used to gag Steven.
I went for the muzzle gag for Ethan so that he knows what to expect when he’s loud. He had freedom of speech while Steven was kept in check by big Mike so it’s only fair if he gets a substantial gag.
As for Steven, I think something from big Mike will be perfect as big Mike played a role in Steven’s arrest. It may also give big Mike confidence in becoming an assertive top.
I love the idea of being marched, cuffed, into a room, seeing your friend tied up tight, seeing your 4 hunky captors and knowing there is absolutely nothing you can do to escape the same fate! With Ryan and Andrew involved you know it will be tight, over-the-top and inescapable. Ethan and Steven are trussed up like a pair of Christmas turkeys and we don't even know why.
It was a passing comment but I'd love to see Andrew take down Josh.
I'm sure they'll both end up sucking on socks but I voted for them both to get the plug gags - it feels like we want something quick and clinical here.
I wonder if they will have some more friends to join them soon although it sounds like Jeremy might be off the hook.
Great Christmas present @bondagefreak. Merry Christmas all!
A pup is for life but especially for bondage so get out the sleepsack and muzzle.
THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE THE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL STORY
Considering the fact that our arrest felt wholly unjustified and that my captors were renowned for producing some of the worst and smelliest footwear, it should come as little surprise to you that Ethan grew even more vehement in his objections once the threat of being gagged was casually floated around by Master Ryan.
I too attempted to signal my opposition and give the four guys an honest piece of my mind, but much to my own mounting frustration, the oafish giant whose bear paw-sized hands preventatively smothered my face remained totally oblivious. He just sat there, looking utterly clueless and devoid of any malice while I tried for the life of me to get some sort of comprehensible plea out past his outrageously large and infuriatingly suffocating handgag.
At one point, I even made eye contact with him and tried letting him know - both verbally and non-verbally - that I only wanted to address Ryan's comment. But the slow-witted behemoth simply gave my face a puzzled look, as if genuinely trying to decipher what it was I was trying to tell him, before finally returning his focus back to the tightening web of ropes his more active colleagues were spinning around my already incapacitated form.
Though it shames me a bit to say this, I actually broke down into a brief bout of frustration-induced panic and began actively and very desperately calling for help in the hopes that Ryan, Corey or Andrew would somehow take notice and intervene on my behalf.
Alas, not only did my spirited attempts fail to garner their attention, but my repeated calls for help actually caused the oafish leviathan to even further tighten his grip. Pretty soon, the entirety of my face was swallowed up behind his terrifyingly massive palm and my frantic attempts at getting some sort of call for help out were replaced with the sound of my own laboured sniffs as I fought and struggled to get air in from beneath Big Mike's unbelievably thick and uncompromisingly fleshy handgag.
This was bad. And I mean really bad.
I knew Master Ryan well enough to know that his threats were seldom idle, and though I'd come to see Andrew as something of a watchful and oftentimes benevolent older brother - even though he was actually a bit younger than I was - I knew with utmost certainty that he wouldn't allow our mouths to go unchecked.
Though my servile nature and constant good behaviour had never warranted any previous arrests at the hands of my brawny superiors, I'd witnessed enough takedowns and disciplinary actions to know that these guys weren't particularly thoughtful or considerate when it came to the gagging of unfortunate prisoners.
Andrew and Ryan alike were both in the habit of using whatever was closest and most readily available, be it a sock, a cloth or a dedicated gag of some sort. Considering the absence of stray rags or dedicated gags lying around the bedroom floor, I was forced to silently contemplate the most plausible outcome - that of having to contend with some freshly removed or recently discarded piece of laundry; a possibility that had me both excited and mortified at the same time.
Being on laundry duty almost every day meant that I was by far the one most acquainted with everyone else's various scents. And considering who my captors were, let's just say that I had ample reason to be worried.
Getting back to matters at hand, I could only lay there and watch as Ryan walked over towards the room's only occupied bed and could only stare in awe as he effortlessly picked up my strictly hogtied and still valiantly struggling friend.
Ethan was lifted up off the mattress and placed down on the carpeted floor, not far from where I was positioned. Only when every single knot keeping us hogtied was double-checked, triple-checked and then tightly resecured were we finally granted an explanation as to why the guys thought our arrests were necessary.
Not that it made it any easier to accept, but as it turns out, the entire household apparently had something very special planned for Joshua's birthday later on that night. A sort of surprise hazing if you will.
Ryan didn't feel inclined to share with us the details surrounding who had ordered our discreet removal, but it was made clear to us that some of the men felt as though our freedom - Ethan's and mine - could potentially jeopardise Joshua's surprise birthday hazing. And so, it was apparently agreed upon that, as Joshua's two closest friends, our temporary stashing was both necessary and warranted; if only to prevent us from spilling the beans or providing the unsuspecting twunk with an advance warning of what was to come.
Ethan quite naturally responded to Ryan's explanations with mild outrage and blatant incredulity. While it's true that he had grown close to Joshua, he argued that it was absolutely ludicrous to believe that he of all people would intervene in the blond beta-jock's behalf. He also argued that, much like everyone else, he would've actually been thrilled at being chosen to help orchestrate the switchy brat's temporary demise.
I kept quiet throughout the whole exchange. Not by choice, mind you. Big Mike was apparently not interested in allowing me the freedom of trying to mount my own case. Either that or he was too slow-witted to realise that his fellow captors were giving my friend and I a final chance to make our plea.
In any case, Ethan ended up spending the better part of five minutes arguing with Andrew, Ryan and Corey. In his own defence, his arguments were solid and it was touch-and-go for a while there. He actually got the three jocks to confer with each other; Corey arguing that he could potentially prove an asset while Andrew staunchly maintained his opinion that it wasn't worth the risk. Ryan ended up listening to both arguments; those in favour of letting Ethan go and those against it.
Being Joshua's closest friend, I was a lost cause and knew right away that even without Mike's smothering grip, negotiating my own release would've been a pointless and futile endeavour. For Ethan though, there was definitely a glimmer of hope. The weight of the decision soon found itself resting entirely on Master Ryan.
Ryan was nice - at least with me he was - not to mention quite generous and openly affectionate at times. One thing he wasn't known for though, was being merciful. The muscle-bound lieutenant gave my fellow prisoner a good long look and silently deliberated for several lengthy seconds before unapologetically siding with Master Andrew and coming out in favour of sticking to the original plan.
As soon as the verdict left Ryan's mouth, the sound of a barely perceptible chuckle left my own; something that surprisingly enough didn't escape Mike's notice.
The colossal-palmed oaf maintained his silencing grip but used his other hand to playfully rub the back of my head, almost as if understanding the sudden relief I felt at not having to endure this harrowing fate alone.
You know what they say right? Misery loves company. For Ethan though, this was abject failure and defeat of the worst kind. Even more so when hairy-legged Andrew sat himself down on the edge of the bed facing our stupendously well-bound bodies and somewhat lazily plopped one of his great big, heavily-worn trainers off.
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@bondagefreak I loved that chapter. Can't wait to see what happens now that Andrew's smelly socks are out in the open. You know he's my favourite character so I'm very excited right now haha
Definitely seems like a good idea to get those two troublemakers out of the way although I'm not entirely sure what Josh could do even if he did get wind of what was going on. It's good to see Ryan and Andrew don't do things by halves when given a task like this. I always value dedication to the job in hand!
Looks like Andrew's freshly worn socks will be finding a new home soon!
A pup is for life but especially for bondage so get out the sleepsack and muzzle.
Decisions decisions. Either I'm being generous or I just like the muzzle and inflatable bulb gags to much. So I voted for Ethan to receive the inflatable gag since I'm pretty sure he's not accustomed to it yet (sorry if I'm wrong, there's been lots of stuff with these characters and I can't remember every detail). As for Steven, I voted for the muzzle. Doesn't mean Steven couldn't receive an extra gag with the muzzle but since he's mostly behaved at the moment, I'm being nice . Though if Andrew is removing his shoes, that doesn't sound to good for them at the moment
Ethan and Steven aren’t treated equally as Ethan is given an opportunity to speak for himself whilst Steven is subdued by Big Mike. He’s paying his friendship with Josh with a long smothering handgag…
This plot with the hazing of Josh is becoming more and more intriguing…
So arresting both Ethan and Steven can assure a much quieter birthday suprise for Joshua so they can't spoil it. I see the motivation now and Ethan trying to argue his way out of it because he wasn't as close to him as Steven is. But best not to take the chance now. Well, must be time for the gagging so they can be stored away from ruining the birthday boy's hazing.
Merry Christmas sir @bondagefreak ! Voted Andrew's for Ethan and Corey's for Steven. The cliffhanger, why must you torture us so. Just shows how great you are building up the excitement. Really looking forward for Andrew both to his odour and his next actions.
. Though if Andrew is removing his shoes, that doesn't sound to good for them at the moment 
