Punishment for speeding? (M…M/M) - Part 13 –Oh boy, I am doomed…
Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 8:42 pm
This website and its forefather have been my ‘intro’ to anything bondage to be honest. I will say I don’t consider myself an author.
I like all the stories I have read on this forum, and the great feedback that readers provide back to the authors. I do however have a special place for the exceptional works of [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] , [mention]squirrel[/mention] and [mention]sockgagged[/mention] , they peak my curiosity all the time!
A few years back [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] encouraged me to write a story which I had started, but then abandoned several times as I was totally not happy with it. Then more recently, [mention]squirrel[/mention] offered to review it and encouraged me to complete it. I revisited it and added some additional parts to the story. I would like to thank them both for encouragement and for their support. I haven’t written before, so bear with me. And I do encourage advice.
Ok on with the story, if you are into feet, socks, dominance, with a side order of bondage, you may enjoy this….
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Part 1 – Captured
As I drove around the corner I didn't expect to see flashing lights in my rear view mirror. In fact I looked at my speedometer and I was only doing 90 km/hr in a 100 km/hr highway. I put my signal on to pull aside, not knowing why I was getting pulled over and not wanting to agitate the officers flagging me down. I brought the car to a complete stop and waited.
From my rear view mirror I could see that there were 2 police officers approaching. One was easily 6'5" and was very built with rugged looks and with dirty blond scattered hair. The officer approaching the driver side was slightly smaller in stature, still muscular and I would say still a healthy 6'3”, with strong features and he had short black hair.
"Can I see your driver's license?" expressed the officer Manueles, I saw from his name on his tagged uniform.
I indicated, "Sure officer, but can I ask what seems to be the problem?" Manueles replied, "You were speeding Sir".
I expressed, “I was going under the speed limit”. Manueles quickly cut me off, and said "Please step out of the car". I looked at him in disbelief, and he glared back with no further comment.
I quickly stepped out not to aggravate and cause the situation to get worse. He seemed aggressive and not too keen on dealing with an unwilling civilian. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed the other huge officer circled behind the car and approached me as I exited the car.
I am Alex a 20 year old college student, a mere 5'7" slim framed dude so the difference in size was fairly drastic.
The bigger cop came up to me and with his gloved hands grabbed me from behind and held my arms. I freaked and yelled, "What the hell are you doing, I have not done anything?”
At that, Manueles came directly in front of me, and with a cocky smirk opened a small brown bottle and tilted it into what looked like a soft white cloth he was holding in his other gloved hand. Manueles brought the doused cloth up to my face and clamped his hand over my nose and mouth. I immediately resisted and began violently moving my head back and forth to get away. The taller officer at this point held my wrists with one hand and wrapped his gigantic arm tightly around my torso so that I had limited movements. I breathed the first breath and noticed a sickly sweet strong scent and knew I was in trouble. What was free on me at this point were my legs, so I instinctively kicked the smaller cop in front of me applying the chloroform right between the legs and nailed him in the nuts. He immediately keeled over and cursing me out, removing the cloth from my face as he fell to the ground. He squirmed in pain on the ground as he bellowed out a number of curses at me. And said to the other cop “Get that fucker!”
With a chance to breath fresh air finally, I took in several rapid breaths in an attempt to regain my strength. I heard the taller cop still holding me say to Manueles “Give me the cloth”.
At that point, I was still being held by my wrists only and I managed to see Manueles reach upward handing the doused cloth to the tall cop saying, "Finish him Josh". I immediately felt Josh, now holding only one of my arms literally pick me up and press me against his tall framed body with one arm. My legs were now completely off the ground, and I began to kick my legs violently in an attempt to get away. With his other large hand, brought the cloth up to my face and pressed it firmly over my nose. I cried out "No please".
To no avail, Josh had a firm grip of me and as I mentioned I was airborne and being forced to smell this nasty chemical. I attempted to peel his firm grip over my face with this gloved hands, but my arms and hand were no match and I was finding his sheer strength way too much for me. After a few more forced breaths, my arms stopped functioning and legs no longer were kicking, however I was awake and knew what was going on in a hazy kind of way. I began to feel my head get light headed and in no time I became weaker. I remember feeling Josh tighten his grip even more and clamping harder over my face with no longer any resistance from me. Josh whispered in my ear “Breathe in you little fucker and submit to your new masters” as he chuckled. I felt my head begin to roll to the side, and I felt my eyes opening and closing and then drifted off into a deep sleep.
A time later, I remember a pungent odour hit me and I retorted as I came to. It was Manueles holding smelling salts up to my nostrils. Somewhat of a violent kind of awakening I thought to myself. I kind of shook my head and tried to get my bearings.
I found that I was laying down, and my torso pinned under a simple chair. My ankles were tied together with heavy rope, and I had no doubt cop standard handcuffs on my wrists in front of me with additional rope holding my arms tightly against my torso. I also noticed I was also wrapped in plastic wrap around my arms and torso. Essentially I was mummified for my upper torso. I could not move with the restraints but with a chair over my torso I wasn’t going anywhere. I put my head back down to think for a second to the predicament I found myself in.
I spoke up ‘What the fu..’. Manueles cut me off by putting a gloved hand over my mouth as he was kneeling on the ground beside me; saying ‘Shut the fuck up if you know what is good for you’. I noticed a chair had also been placed above my head as well, but nobody sitting at either chair. Manueles grabbed my chin with his other gloved hand, and turned my head so that I was directly looking at him.
He started, “You are going to do exactly what we tell you or you will have to deal with the wrath of us 2 cops beating the shit out of you, if you are lucky to survive”. I glanced down slightly and my chin was immediately shaken by Manueles’s firm grip. He barked, “Look at me when I am talking to you”. I refused and continued to look down.
Manueles chuckled and said, “Hey Josh, I think we need to help convince him to listen and start obeying us or he will suffer punishments”.
Josh the larger cop sat down in the chair just above my head. He placed his feet incased in long leather cop boots on either side of my head. He pinned my head down on either side, and firmly gripped my head using his feet. I fought slightly but knew that I was pretty much not going anywhere. Josh said, “That’s right tiny (my new nickname?), keep fighting me, and exhaust yourself for us, it will make our job easier “ and he began chuckling.
Manueles got up and took the seat in the chair pinning my torso to the ground that was directly in front of me.
At this point, Manueles had a big grin on his face. He began, “What should we explore that you can do for us?” I quickly responded, “Like nothing, you can let me go. What have I done?”
Josh quickly began squeezing my head with his boots to the point that I was feeling pain. I quickly refrained to continue to speak up, and he lightened the tight grip slightly to where I was no longer suffering.
Manueles started, “I think you need to be taught a few lessons tonight, and Josh and I will be your more than willing teachers”. He bent over slightly and began using his toe of one boot to press against the heel of the other and he began pressing to pop his boot off. He eased it off some and then used his hands to pull off his long cop boots. His foot eased out and I saw the bottom of a large foot in dirty white socks with some serious sweat stains. I went wide-eyed as to what I was imagining would happen next.
Manueles began curling and splaying his toes. “That feels so good, these babies have been in those boots for over 12 hours today, and the socks worn for the last 4 days”.
I began to pick up some of the scent and it was quite strong and pungent. I started resisting and squirming with whatever I had left in me, based on having limited movement. Manueles was not impressed, and he signaled Josh who released my head.
Manueles back handed my face and said, “Stop resisting. Take it like the little man you are”. I felt the pain against my head as Josh pressed his feet against my head and immediately calmed down as I did not know what would happen or if these cops would seriously hurt me.
I thought I needed to try something else. Perhaps getting on their good side is the approach I could have tried next. I started to say “Please don’t do this to me any more, please let me go I will do what you want, community work whatever”.
Manueles said, “Ok I don’t want to hear you unless I ask you something. Josh you know what to do about the gag”. Josh got up and walked away. He came back and dropped a gym bag beside me. He reached in and grabbed something out of the bag that I did not see.
Josh started, “Got something that you will learn to like and crave” and he chuckled again. He continued, “I have worn these to the gym for a few weeks, and they are getting nice and ripe”.
I caught a glimpse and saw it was a pair of thick white ankle socks that had been discoloured with sweat. Josh brought one of the socks to my face and placed it over my nose, gripping it firmly, further saying, “Take a whiff”. I resisted breathing, until Manueles bent down in his sitting position and unsympathetically punched me in the stomach. I inhaled immediately to recover from the blow and was repulsed with the scent I caught and needed to turn my head to the side. Josh started laughing saying, “There you go, that wasn’t too bad was it?” as he forced the sweaty sock into my mouth followed by hand gagging my mouth. He reached back into the bag with his other hand and took out a roll of tape and tossed it to Manueles. He tore off a piece of duct tape and handed it to Josh, who taped my mouth closed, holding the sweaty sock in my mouth. I was noticing the sock was pretty wet in sweat along with a strong odour that was penetrating my mouth. My tongue was pushed hard with the taste of his nasty sweaty sock. Josh retook his seat and held my head between his boots. I wasn’t going anywhere and I knew it, I reluctantly calmed down.
Manueles wiggled his socked toes on his foot that looked to be at least a size 12, and very wide. The socks were soiled to the point that I could see the toe marks on the socks and also there was some yellowing from the sweat. He brought the toe part of his foot over to my face and crunched his socked toes so that I could easily see what I would be forced to endure. He gently lowered his left foot over my nose. I felt a very soaked sock of sweat and resisted breathing.
Manueles grinned, “Yeah you can try to resist to breathe, but you will need to breathe at some point” and then chuckled. Eventually I had to break down and draw in some air…
The scent was super strong and a very powerful vinegar scent. I began to try to tilt my head away from the nostril assault. Josh just forced his boots together and held my head in place so that Manueles had easy access to my face.
I see Manueles smirking and saying “Nice eh? Just breathe in and out and enjoy your new place under my sweaty socked soles”. He began rubbing his foot over my nose so that I could sample his scent from different points on his foot. Casually moving from toes to soles, to heels so that I could sample his various alpha scents. I decided to not resist, to avoid retaliation, and suffered my new fate…. After a good 30 minutes or so of this sock torture, I noticed his sock was drier now due to me breathing through his socks. Manueles grinned as I looked into his dark eyes inspecting his cruel punishment.
He peeled his sock off his left foot; whilst Josh leaned down to remove the tape and the sock from my mouth. I had a moment of fresh air before Manueles bent over and pressed the toe area of the sock he just removed, over my nose. He said, “Be a good boy and take a deep breath for your new daddy”. I took a moment before resigning myself and breathing in deep taking his soured sock scent.
Manueles said, “Nice buddy, see that was not too hard? Good boy”. He removed his sock and placed his left foot toes directly over my nostrils. He gently rubbed them back and forth over my nose, ensuring I was completely enduring his strong foot scent, slowly gripping my nose and face with his stinky sweaty toes. His sweaty toes easily stuck to my nose. I was starting to get used to the strong scent to be honest.
After several moments, Manueles barked an order towards me “Start licking boy…”
I like all the stories I have read on this forum, and the great feedback that readers provide back to the authors. I do however have a special place for the exceptional works of [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] , [mention]squirrel[/mention] and [mention]sockgagged[/mention] , they peak my curiosity all the time!
A few years back [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] encouraged me to write a story which I had started, but then abandoned several times as I was totally not happy with it. Then more recently, [mention]squirrel[/mention] offered to review it and encouraged me to complete it. I revisited it and added some additional parts to the story. I would like to thank them both for encouragement and for their support. I haven’t written before, so bear with me. And I do encourage advice.
Ok on with the story, if you are into feet, socks, dominance, with a side order of bondage, you may enjoy this….
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Part 1 – Captured
As I drove around the corner I didn't expect to see flashing lights in my rear view mirror. In fact I looked at my speedometer and I was only doing 90 km/hr in a 100 km/hr highway. I put my signal on to pull aside, not knowing why I was getting pulled over and not wanting to agitate the officers flagging me down. I brought the car to a complete stop and waited.
From my rear view mirror I could see that there were 2 police officers approaching. One was easily 6'5" and was very built with rugged looks and with dirty blond scattered hair. The officer approaching the driver side was slightly smaller in stature, still muscular and I would say still a healthy 6'3”, with strong features and he had short black hair.
"Can I see your driver's license?" expressed the officer Manueles, I saw from his name on his tagged uniform.
I indicated, "Sure officer, but can I ask what seems to be the problem?" Manueles replied, "You were speeding Sir".
I expressed, “I was going under the speed limit”. Manueles quickly cut me off, and said "Please step out of the car". I looked at him in disbelief, and he glared back with no further comment.
I quickly stepped out not to aggravate and cause the situation to get worse. He seemed aggressive and not too keen on dealing with an unwilling civilian. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed the other huge officer circled behind the car and approached me as I exited the car.
I am Alex a 20 year old college student, a mere 5'7" slim framed dude so the difference in size was fairly drastic.
The bigger cop came up to me and with his gloved hands grabbed me from behind and held my arms. I freaked and yelled, "What the hell are you doing, I have not done anything?”
At that, Manueles came directly in front of me, and with a cocky smirk opened a small brown bottle and tilted it into what looked like a soft white cloth he was holding in his other gloved hand. Manueles brought the doused cloth up to my face and clamped his hand over my nose and mouth. I immediately resisted and began violently moving my head back and forth to get away. The taller officer at this point held my wrists with one hand and wrapped his gigantic arm tightly around my torso so that I had limited movements. I breathed the first breath and noticed a sickly sweet strong scent and knew I was in trouble. What was free on me at this point were my legs, so I instinctively kicked the smaller cop in front of me applying the chloroform right between the legs and nailed him in the nuts. He immediately keeled over and cursing me out, removing the cloth from my face as he fell to the ground. He squirmed in pain on the ground as he bellowed out a number of curses at me. And said to the other cop “Get that fucker!”
With a chance to breath fresh air finally, I took in several rapid breaths in an attempt to regain my strength. I heard the taller cop still holding me say to Manueles “Give me the cloth”.
At that point, I was still being held by my wrists only and I managed to see Manueles reach upward handing the doused cloth to the tall cop saying, "Finish him Josh". I immediately felt Josh, now holding only one of my arms literally pick me up and press me against his tall framed body with one arm. My legs were now completely off the ground, and I began to kick my legs violently in an attempt to get away. With his other large hand, brought the cloth up to my face and pressed it firmly over my nose. I cried out "No please".
To no avail, Josh had a firm grip of me and as I mentioned I was airborne and being forced to smell this nasty chemical. I attempted to peel his firm grip over my face with this gloved hands, but my arms and hand were no match and I was finding his sheer strength way too much for me. After a few more forced breaths, my arms stopped functioning and legs no longer were kicking, however I was awake and knew what was going on in a hazy kind of way. I began to feel my head get light headed and in no time I became weaker. I remember feeling Josh tighten his grip even more and clamping harder over my face with no longer any resistance from me. Josh whispered in my ear “Breathe in you little fucker and submit to your new masters” as he chuckled. I felt my head begin to roll to the side, and I felt my eyes opening and closing and then drifted off into a deep sleep.
A time later, I remember a pungent odour hit me and I retorted as I came to. It was Manueles holding smelling salts up to my nostrils. Somewhat of a violent kind of awakening I thought to myself. I kind of shook my head and tried to get my bearings.
I found that I was laying down, and my torso pinned under a simple chair. My ankles were tied together with heavy rope, and I had no doubt cop standard handcuffs on my wrists in front of me with additional rope holding my arms tightly against my torso. I also noticed I was also wrapped in plastic wrap around my arms and torso. Essentially I was mummified for my upper torso. I could not move with the restraints but with a chair over my torso I wasn’t going anywhere. I put my head back down to think for a second to the predicament I found myself in.
I spoke up ‘What the fu..’. Manueles cut me off by putting a gloved hand over my mouth as he was kneeling on the ground beside me; saying ‘Shut the fuck up if you know what is good for you’. I noticed a chair had also been placed above my head as well, but nobody sitting at either chair. Manueles grabbed my chin with his other gloved hand, and turned my head so that I was directly looking at him.
He started, “You are going to do exactly what we tell you or you will have to deal with the wrath of us 2 cops beating the shit out of you, if you are lucky to survive”. I glanced down slightly and my chin was immediately shaken by Manueles’s firm grip. He barked, “Look at me when I am talking to you”. I refused and continued to look down.
Manueles chuckled and said, “Hey Josh, I think we need to help convince him to listen and start obeying us or he will suffer punishments”.
Josh the larger cop sat down in the chair just above my head. He placed his feet incased in long leather cop boots on either side of my head. He pinned my head down on either side, and firmly gripped my head using his feet. I fought slightly but knew that I was pretty much not going anywhere. Josh said, “That’s right tiny (my new nickname?), keep fighting me, and exhaust yourself for us, it will make our job easier “ and he began chuckling.
Manueles got up and took the seat in the chair pinning my torso to the ground that was directly in front of me.
At this point, Manueles had a big grin on his face. He began, “What should we explore that you can do for us?” I quickly responded, “Like nothing, you can let me go. What have I done?”
Josh quickly began squeezing my head with his boots to the point that I was feeling pain. I quickly refrained to continue to speak up, and he lightened the tight grip slightly to where I was no longer suffering.
Manueles started, “I think you need to be taught a few lessons tonight, and Josh and I will be your more than willing teachers”. He bent over slightly and began using his toe of one boot to press against the heel of the other and he began pressing to pop his boot off. He eased it off some and then used his hands to pull off his long cop boots. His foot eased out and I saw the bottom of a large foot in dirty white socks with some serious sweat stains. I went wide-eyed as to what I was imagining would happen next.
Manueles began curling and splaying his toes. “That feels so good, these babies have been in those boots for over 12 hours today, and the socks worn for the last 4 days”.
I began to pick up some of the scent and it was quite strong and pungent. I started resisting and squirming with whatever I had left in me, based on having limited movement. Manueles was not impressed, and he signaled Josh who released my head.
Manueles back handed my face and said, “Stop resisting. Take it like the little man you are”. I felt the pain against my head as Josh pressed his feet against my head and immediately calmed down as I did not know what would happen or if these cops would seriously hurt me.
I thought I needed to try something else. Perhaps getting on their good side is the approach I could have tried next. I started to say “Please don’t do this to me any more, please let me go I will do what you want, community work whatever”.
Manueles said, “Ok I don’t want to hear you unless I ask you something. Josh you know what to do about the gag”. Josh got up and walked away. He came back and dropped a gym bag beside me. He reached in and grabbed something out of the bag that I did not see.
Josh started, “Got something that you will learn to like and crave” and he chuckled again. He continued, “I have worn these to the gym for a few weeks, and they are getting nice and ripe”.
I caught a glimpse and saw it was a pair of thick white ankle socks that had been discoloured with sweat. Josh brought one of the socks to my face and placed it over my nose, gripping it firmly, further saying, “Take a whiff”. I resisted breathing, until Manueles bent down in his sitting position and unsympathetically punched me in the stomach. I inhaled immediately to recover from the blow and was repulsed with the scent I caught and needed to turn my head to the side. Josh started laughing saying, “There you go, that wasn’t too bad was it?” as he forced the sweaty sock into my mouth followed by hand gagging my mouth. He reached back into the bag with his other hand and took out a roll of tape and tossed it to Manueles. He tore off a piece of duct tape and handed it to Josh, who taped my mouth closed, holding the sweaty sock in my mouth. I was noticing the sock was pretty wet in sweat along with a strong odour that was penetrating my mouth. My tongue was pushed hard with the taste of his nasty sweaty sock. Josh retook his seat and held my head between his boots. I wasn’t going anywhere and I knew it, I reluctantly calmed down.
Manueles wiggled his socked toes on his foot that looked to be at least a size 12, and very wide. The socks were soiled to the point that I could see the toe marks on the socks and also there was some yellowing from the sweat. He brought the toe part of his foot over to my face and crunched his socked toes so that I could easily see what I would be forced to endure. He gently lowered his left foot over my nose. I felt a very soaked sock of sweat and resisted breathing.
Manueles grinned, “Yeah you can try to resist to breathe, but you will need to breathe at some point” and then chuckled. Eventually I had to break down and draw in some air…
The scent was super strong and a very powerful vinegar scent. I began to try to tilt my head away from the nostril assault. Josh just forced his boots together and held my head in place so that Manueles had easy access to my face.
I see Manueles smirking and saying “Nice eh? Just breathe in and out and enjoy your new place under my sweaty socked soles”. He began rubbing his foot over my nose so that I could sample his scent from different points on his foot. Casually moving from toes to soles, to heels so that I could sample his various alpha scents. I decided to not resist, to avoid retaliation, and suffered my new fate…. After a good 30 minutes or so of this sock torture, I noticed his sock was drier now due to me breathing through his socks. Manueles grinned as I looked into his dark eyes inspecting his cruel punishment.
He peeled his sock off his left foot; whilst Josh leaned down to remove the tape and the sock from my mouth. I had a moment of fresh air before Manueles bent over and pressed the toe area of the sock he just removed, over my nose. He said, “Be a good boy and take a deep breath for your new daddy”. I took a moment before resigning myself and breathing in deep taking his soured sock scent.
Manueles said, “Nice buddy, see that was not too hard? Good boy”. He removed his sock and placed his left foot toes directly over my nostrils. He gently rubbed them back and forth over my nose, ensuring I was completely enduring his strong foot scent, slowly gripping my nose and face with his stinky sweaty toes. His sweaty toes easily stuck to my nose. I was starting to get used to the strong scent to be honest.
After several moments, Manueles barked an order towards me “Start licking boy…”