Mac the Mummy Pledge ( M / M )
Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2018 6:58 am
Mac the Mummy Pledge
Note: This is a fictional male bondage story with gay themes and sexual content.
Malachi decided to join a fraternity his freshman year of college. He accepted a bid to Kappa Sigma. They were one of the top fraternities. To be honest, though, he was attracted to the frat because they had the best “face men” on campus. Kappa Sig had good looking, outgoing, athletic guys.
He had been wrestling with his sexual orientation. He long knew he liked other young men but had successfully suppressed acting out on it. At times, though, in high school, it manifested in to pretty erotic bondage games. He loved being bound and gagged or restraining other dudes.
One of the initiated brothers of the frat that stood out as particularly attractive to Malachi was Mike Vlach. He was a junior, two grades ahead of him. He was slim and average height but a very handsome, well-toned young man. Though he was known as a partier who liked to joke around a lot, he had a casual, cool. confidence about him. Malachi was flattered that Mike immediately took a shine to him.
Friday night, they were all out drinking at a local bar close to the frat house. Although Malachi was only eighteen, Mike snuck him drinks from the pitchers of beer. Mike put his arm around Malachi, ruffled his hair, and made him drink more. After each gulp of brew, they belched like college men do.
When it got late, most of their crew broke up and headed their separate ways.
Malachi asked Mike if he could walk back to his apartment with him. His teenage heart raced with delight when the offer was accepted.
Mike lived in his own place near campus, also not far from the bar. It was a shithole bachelor unit but it was all his.
When they arrived to his pad, Mike kicked off his beat-up sneakers. Malachi took in the faint, but distinct smell of his sweaty feet. Mike had some stinky feet and the rank socks he happened to be wearing only helped heighten the desirable aroma even more. Malachi was always attracted to male smells. He especially had a foot fetish.
Immediately, Malachi noticed a large box in the corner of the living room. The writing on the side indicated it was a collection of 12 rolls of duct tape. Mike was a handy man who worked part time at the local hardware store near campus to help pay tuition. It must have been an order for the store. It certainly got his kinky imagination going with thoughts of being kidnapped or tormented by Mike.
Mike flipped on the TV and the default station, Fox Sports, was airing UFC fights. He took to his fridge and opened two beers. Randomly, he pulled off his t-shirt and looked in the mirror of his living room commenting on his muscle tone. He challenged Malachi to a flex-off. Malachi was proud of his body and didn’t mind the prompt. He took off his t-shirt too.
The two boys flexed, debating who had bigger biceps. Of course, Mike insisted he won and Malachi ultimately gave him the victory since he was the older, active in his new found fraternity.
They sat on the couch, propped their feet on the coffee table and watched some UFC as they drank beer. Malachi couldn’t help but secretly leer at the way Mike’s smooth stomach curved in to his body, showing off his nice abs.
When it came to commercials, Mike suddenly leapt up in playful spirit and said. “Hot lava, bro! Let’s play!”
Hot lava was a sophomoric game guys played when they were bored. The idea was simple. The floor was hot lava and you had to cross the room without touching it, using furniture or random items you stepped on. Mike threw down pillows from his couch and started to hop across his living room, acting like a fool. It was cute to see a twenty-year-old guy acting like a little boy. Malachi, however, was close behind acting the same fool.
As they jumped around, in their drunken state, Mike slipped and feel on the carpet. The fumble caused Malachi to fall as well, on top of Mike. His face fell right in to Mike’s bare, smooth chest and he briefly got a whiff of Mike’s body odor, mostly his armpit funk. Once again, the smell of Mike was a turn on.
Mike acted like he was burning up. He grabbed Malachi and forced him on the floor, using him as a shield from the hot lava. He essentially pinned Malachi underneath him.
“Get the fuck off!” Malachi laughed.
“Hey! You learned your pledge assignments?” Mike asked, not relenting.
“Uh, no. I just got them,” Malachi responded.
Mike continued to pin Malachi down, taking another swing of his beer from the nearby coffee table. Some of the cold, liquid hops dribbled on to Malachi’s face.
“Pledges are expected to know all assignments at all times. So wrong answer, pleb!” Mike roused.
“What of it?” Malachi mockingly questioned.
“Oh Malachi, you’re a little bitch looking to get your pledge ass OWNED!” Mike laughed, staring down at Malachi as he pinned his hands beside him now.
“What? You just gonna sit on me all night?”
“I could just do this,” Mike laughed as he let out a mixed stream of spit and beer from his puckered lips that landed on Malachi’s face.
“Gross, ha hah! No way!” Malachi laughed.
Malachi looked over at the box of duct tape and then asked, “What’s up with that box of tape?” He was trying to bait him, of course.
“Overstock from work. And don’t change the subject,” Mike said, continuing to slowly stream spit and beer in Malachi’s face.
“I bet I could escape out of the duct tape,” Malachi bragged.
“Oh! So, you wanna get restrained, huh bitch?” Mike smiled slapping him around playfully. “Little Mac want’s to get tied up!”
Mike pondered the suggestion as he held his young pledge down on the floor. Malachi egged him on more, boldly stating that he could stay taped up all night if he couldn’t escape. But Malachi bragged he would indeed escape because he was like Houdini.
“Oh, shut the hell up,” Mike laughed as he removed one of his sweaty socks from his foot. He held it under his butt and let rip a major fart thru his jeans. Then he took the sock and muzzled it over Malachi’s face. “Smell it!”
Malachi squirmed underneath it a bit but REALLY loved the gesture. He took in a breath through his nose and relished in the odor of Mike’s fart coated sock that stunk of corn, vinegar, and all kinds of other foul stench.
This gave Malachi an erection. Mike seemed to even notice, feeling the stiffy underneath him as he sat over Malachi’s crotch. He kept up, nonetheless, with the innocent rebel rousing.
“Taping you up is a good idea, after all!” Mike finally said. Malachi even agreed to cooperate and not fight him.
Malachi’s heart raced more and he felt butterflies around his body. He couldn’t’ believe he was about to be engaged in being taped up and dominated by the handsome, stud Mike. It was a dream come true. He planned on it being a long night and asked permission to use the bathroom so he could pee. Mike allowed him.
In the bathroom, Malachi noticed how apparent his boner was inside his jeans but the combination of beer and the notion that Mike may himself be as interested as he was, gave him the confidence to just say, screw it. He wanted this.
When he returned from the bathroom, Mike had already emptied the contents of the box and numerous rolls of thick, grey duct tape laid across his living room floor.
Mike told him to stay standing, upright. He removed his canvas belt from his jeans and bound Malachi’s hands in front of him. As he tied his wrists, he stood so closely to Malachi that Mike’s crotch briefly brushed up against Malachi’s bulging crotch.
“Sorry, not sorry,” Malachi found himself shyly, yet boldly, stating as he looked at Mike. Mike smiled back. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“Just shut it!” Mike smirked. He took his smelly sock and shoved it in Malachi’s mouth who gladly accepted it. “How’s gag taste?”
Malachi shrugged, not wanting to look too eager but he loved the funky thing in his mouth.
Mike stepped away, bent down and grabbed a roll of duct tape and returned to Malachi. That’s when Malachi noticed that Mike was now sporting a chubby himself in his jeans! Wow, Mike was sporting wood too!
“Yea, it’s gonna be fun tonight! Just keep your trap shut!” Mike said, both promising and warning the younger captive.
Mike began the taping by dropping to his knees so he could remove Malachi’s Nike sneakers. Leaving him standing in his sweaty tube socks, Mike started to wrap duct tape around Malachi’s ankles. He was doing it tightly right out of the gate which caused Malachi to grunt in his sockgag.
“What’s up?” Mike asked, standing up and removing his stinky sock from Malachi’s mouth.
“My, ah, bones of my ankles are rubbing each other. Sorry.”
“Little bitch!” Mike laughed, replacing the sock gag in his mouth and patting his cheek.
But, when he went back down there, he took the care to place one of their t-shirts between Malachi’s ankles to prevent the bone on bone contact. Mike returned to duct taping his feet from the ankles.
He methodically made his way up his legs, tightly wrapping the tape around Malachi. The sticky adhesive pressed around the jeans and the loud shrill sound of duct tape was in full effect. Malachi wondered if his neighbors would be able to hear all that noise of tape unwinding from the roll.
He got all the way up to his knees but suddenly Malachi was losing his balance.
“Relax! I got you!” Mike reassured him, holding him still, preventing him from falling down. Malachi regained his balance and calmed down.
Mike made his way with the tape around the upper half of Malachi’s legs. When he reached his crotch, the erection trying to pop out of his jeans was now an obstacle needing to be covered. Mike looked up at Malachi with a smile and taped layer upon layer over it, coating his crotch, circling around his hips. Again, the loud sounds of the duct tape unraveling turned Malachi on.
Having used up the first roll, now Mike started with roll number two. He taped up Malachi’s bound wrists a few revolutions and broke up the tape. Then he started on his torso, for the first time reaching Malachi’s bare flesh since he was shirtless.
The feeling of the sticky adhesive tape pressing snuggly against his soft, smooth skin was an awesome feeling. Layer upon layer coated his torso, then over his bound hands, pressing those hands and his arms in to his body.
Just before reaching his chest, Mike couldn’t resist a playful tug at Malachi’s somewhat exposed nipples. They were somewhat exposed though his arms partially covered them. That couldn’t stop Mike from digging in with his fingers and pinching them.
“Mmmphh! Mmmmm hahh!” Malachi laughed with a twitch from the tickle assault on his nips, which caused him to lose balance once more. He spit out the sock again. “Shit, man! I’m falling!” he yelled. Once again, though, Mike was there to catch him just in time.
“Shhh! You’ll wake my neighbors! And don’t worry bud!” Mike said comfortingly as he hugged him still. His face was, for the first time, braced against Malachi’s and they could have kissed each other if not for his dirty sock in his mouth getting in the way.
“Let’s give you some help,” Mike said partially lifting Malachi and directing him to hobble over to the couch. He positioned him against the backing of his couch and told him to lean against it for added support so he didn’t’ lose balance again.
“Yea, man that works,” Malachi thanked.
“Shut up! I’m tired of gagging your whiny ass over and over all the time!” Mike laughed returning the foul, used sock to Malachi’s mouth.
Mike went on with his work, which at this point was looking pretty damn hot to him. Malachi was more than halfway mummified with layers of grey duct tape. Not an inch of exposure was missed. Having him propped against the couch helped a lot now. He could work faster.
Moving on to a third roll of duct tape, Mike wrapped his mummy boy from the chest up quickly but generously. By the time he reached his shoulders, Malachi’s arms were well pinned against his body underneath all that layering of tape. He was already starting to sweat under all of it too.
Malachi mumbled something through his sock as the tape was reaching his neck. He was trying to say how great it felt, though Mike either couldn’t understand him or didn’t care.
Stopping just at the base of the neck, Mike decided to admire his handy work and stepped away to look at the mummification of Malachi, standing propped up against his couch in the middle of his living room. It was quite a sight to see! He pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures.
It was time for Malachi’s neck and face now but first he took some pity on his tape bound young friend.
“Dude, you’re so sweaty bro. Must be hot. Here,” he said removing the sock and feeding Malachi a bottle of water. “Drink up! Drink lots!”
After quenching his thirst, Malachi thanked him. “That’s what I needed! And, man, this feels SOOO amazing!” he gushed.
“I really don’t like you talking much, fuck head!” Mike laughed. Once more, he shoved the now saliva soaked nasty sock back in Malachi’s mouth. “Eat it!” This time, however, it was followed by something extra.
Mike wrapped generous amounts of duct tape around Malachi’s lower face that coated over his lips and forced the sock to stay buried inside for good! More tape was wrapped around his head that even covered his eyes and hair. Soon, Malachi’s entire head was duct tape wrapped except for the nostrils, allowing him to breath. Mike broke off the tape with his teeth then turned to Malachi’s neck, the only exposed part of his body. He carefully wrapped tape in short strips around his neck in a way that didn’t restrict his breathing, thinking about how to effectively seal him up while safely. Mike might have been drunk, but he had enough presence of mind to take care of his boy.
“How’s that? Can you breathe ok?” Mike asked.
A fully mummified Malachi grunted affirmatively and nodded.
“Good, let’s get you on the floor,” Mike said.
Mike bent at the knees, wrapped his arms around Malachi’s waist, and lifted him off the ground. He very carefully and slowly brought the stiffened taped body to the floor and laid him down flat on the carpet. When he was finally at rest, Malachi took a breath of relief, immediately relaxing in his more comfortable state.
“Well... I guess you’re pretty much fucked now, Mac the Mummy!” he laughed. “Hey, I like that name. Mac the Mummy!”
Mike started to poke and slap Malachi – playful torture - everywhere on his defenseless wrapped up body. Malachi wiggled and made muffled cries of laughter.
“You still breathing ok?” he asked. Malachi nodded. “Good!”
Mike took one of his sneakers and cupped it over Malachi’s face. “Take some deep breaths!”
Malachi inhaled and enjoyed the warm, toxic odors of Mike’s dirty sneaker through his nose. “Mmmphhh! Mmmmm!” Malachi seemed to thank.
“Smells pretty disgusting, right? They’re my gym shoes, my work out shoes. My favs, man!” Mike giggled as he tortured his hostage with the pungent sneak. “Look at you! Humiliated and owned.” Malachi nodded fervently.
Mike once again returned to tickling and poking him but made comments about wanting to do even more with him, and asked permission to do whatever he wanted. It seemed an odd request given that he didn’t care to ask permission before. But by the tone of it, Malachi then figured out that he meant something more intimate. And, of course, Malachi started to gasp affirmatively and nod his head.
Mike stood up and turned on his ceiling fan to cool the living room down. Then he dimmed the lights until it was near darkness, making it more intimate.
He returned to Malachi’s side, rubbing his hands over his captive prize, cupping the shoe over his face as he enjoyed the sounds of him inhaling his foot odor.
Mike looked down at the bulging hard on underneath Malachi’s taped crotch. Mike started to rub himself a little as well and asked, “Should I let you out down here?” as he patted Malachi’s dick. “Yea?”
Malachi wildly nodded and grunted positively, with an excited cock.
Mike took to his kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors.
He knelt down close to Malachi’s crotch and carefully began to cut away at the duct tape in that area.
TO BE CONTINUED…
(Please let me hear from you on thoughts, if you're reading)
Note: This is a fictional male bondage story with gay themes and sexual content.
Malachi decided to join a fraternity his freshman year of college. He accepted a bid to Kappa Sigma. They were one of the top fraternities. To be honest, though, he was attracted to the frat because they had the best “face men” on campus. Kappa Sig had good looking, outgoing, athletic guys.
He had been wrestling with his sexual orientation. He long knew he liked other young men but had successfully suppressed acting out on it. At times, though, in high school, it manifested in to pretty erotic bondage games. He loved being bound and gagged or restraining other dudes.
One of the initiated brothers of the frat that stood out as particularly attractive to Malachi was Mike Vlach. He was a junior, two grades ahead of him. He was slim and average height but a very handsome, well-toned young man. Though he was known as a partier who liked to joke around a lot, he had a casual, cool. confidence about him. Malachi was flattered that Mike immediately took a shine to him.
Friday night, they were all out drinking at a local bar close to the frat house. Although Malachi was only eighteen, Mike snuck him drinks from the pitchers of beer. Mike put his arm around Malachi, ruffled his hair, and made him drink more. After each gulp of brew, they belched like college men do.
When it got late, most of their crew broke up and headed their separate ways.
Malachi asked Mike if he could walk back to his apartment with him. His teenage heart raced with delight when the offer was accepted.
Mike lived in his own place near campus, also not far from the bar. It was a shithole bachelor unit but it was all his.
When they arrived to his pad, Mike kicked off his beat-up sneakers. Malachi took in the faint, but distinct smell of his sweaty feet. Mike had some stinky feet and the rank socks he happened to be wearing only helped heighten the desirable aroma even more. Malachi was always attracted to male smells. He especially had a foot fetish.
Immediately, Malachi noticed a large box in the corner of the living room. The writing on the side indicated it was a collection of 12 rolls of duct tape. Mike was a handy man who worked part time at the local hardware store near campus to help pay tuition. It must have been an order for the store. It certainly got his kinky imagination going with thoughts of being kidnapped or tormented by Mike.
Mike flipped on the TV and the default station, Fox Sports, was airing UFC fights. He took to his fridge and opened two beers. Randomly, he pulled off his t-shirt and looked in the mirror of his living room commenting on his muscle tone. He challenged Malachi to a flex-off. Malachi was proud of his body and didn’t mind the prompt. He took off his t-shirt too.
The two boys flexed, debating who had bigger biceps. Of course, Mike insisted he won and Malachi ultimately gave him the victory since he was the older, active in his new found fraternity.
They sat on the couch, propped their feet on the coffee table and watched some UFC as they drank beer. Malachi couldn’t help but secretly leer at the way Mike’s smooth stomach curved in to his body, showing off his nice abs.
When it came to commercials, Mike suddenly leapt up in playful spirit and said. “Hot lava, bro! Let’s play!”
Hot lava was a sophomoric game guys played when they were bored. The idea was simple. The floor was hot lava and you had to cross the room without touching it, using furniture or random items you stepped on. Mike threw down pillows from his couch and started to hop across his living room, acting like a fool. It was cute to see a twenty-year-old guy acting like a little boy. Malachi, however, was close behind acting the same fool.
As they jumped around, in their drunken state, Mike slipped and feel on the carpet. The fumble caused Malachi to fall as well, on top of Mike. His face fell right in to Mike’s bare, smooth chest and he briefly got a whiff of Mike’s body odor, mostly his armpit funk. Once again, the smell of Mike was a turn on.
Mike acted like he was burning up. He grabbed Malachi and forced him on the floor, using him as a shield from the hot lava. He essentially pinned Malachi underneath him.
“Get the fuck off!” Malachi laughed.
“Hey! You learned your pledge assignments?” Mike asked, not relenting.
“Uh, no. I just got them,” Malachi responded.
Mike continued to pin Malachi down, taking another swing of his beer from the nearby coffee table. Some of the cold, liquid hops dribbled on to Malachi’s face.
“Pledges are expected to know all assignments at all times. So wrong answer, pleb!” Mike roused.
“What of it?” Malachi mockingly questioned.
“Oh Malachi, you’re a little bitch looking to get your pledge ass OWNED!” Mike laughed, staring down at Malachi as he pinned his hands beside him now.
“What? You just gonna sit on me all night?”
“I could just do this,” Mike laughed as he let out a mixed stream of spit and beer from his puckered lips that landed on Malachi’s face.
“Gross, ha hah! No way!” Malachi laughed.
Malachi looked over at the box of duct tape and then asked, “What’s up with that box of tape?” He was trying to bait him, of course.
“Overstock from work. And don’t change the subject,” Mike said, continuing to slowly stream spit and beer in Malachi’s face.
“I bet I could escape out of the duct tape,” Malachi bragged.
“Oh! So, you wanna get restrained, huh bitch?” Mike smiled slapping him around playfully. “Little Mac want’s to get tied up!”
Mike pondered the suggestion as he held his young pledge down on the floor. Malachi egged him on more, boldly stating that he could stay taped up all night if he couldn’t escape. But Malachi bragged he would indeed escape because he was like Houdini.
“Oh, shut the hell up,” Mike laughed as he removed one of his sweaty socks from his foot. He held it under his butt and let rip a major fart thru his jeans. Then he took the sock and muzzled it over Malachi’s face. “Smell it!”
Malachi squirmed underneath it a bit but REALLY loved the gesture. He took in a breath through his nose and relished in the odor of Mike’s fart coated sock that stunk of corn, vinegar, and all kinds of other foul stench.
This gave Malachi an erection. Mike seemed to even notice, feeling the stiffy underneath him as he sat over Malachi’s crotch. He kept up, nonetheless, with the innocent rebel rousing.
“Taping you up is a good idea, after all!” Mike finally said. Malachi even agreed to cooperate and not fight him.
Malachi’s heart raced more and he felt butterflies around his body. He couldn’t’ believe he was about to be engaged in being taped up and dominated by the handsome, stud Mike. It was a dream come true. He planned on it being a long night and asked permission to use the bathroom so he could pee. Mike allowed him.
In the bathroom, Malachi noticed how apparent his boner was inside his jeans but the combination of beer and the notion that Mike may himself be as interested as he was, gave him the confidence to just say, screw it. He wanted this.
When he returned from the bathroom, Mike had already emptied the contents of the box and numerous rolls of thick, grey duct tape laid across his living room floor.
Mike told him to stay standing, upright. He removed his canvas belt from his jeans and bound Malachi’s hands in front of him. As he tied his wrists, he stood so closely to Malachi that Mike’s crotch briefly brushed up against Malachi’s bulging crotch.
“Sorry, not sorry,” Malachi found himself shyly, yet boldly, stating as he looked at Mike. Mike smiled back. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“Just shut it!” Mike smirked. He took his smelly sock and shoved it in Malachi’s mouth who gladly accepted it. “How’s gag taste?”
Malachi shrugged, not wanting to look too eager but he loved the funky thing in his mouth.
Mike stepped away, bent down and grabbed a roll of duct tape and returned to Malachi. That’s when Malachi noticed that Mike was now sporting a chubby himself in his jeans! Wow, Mike was sporting wood too!
“Yea, it’s gonna be fun tonight! Just keep your trap shut!” Mike said, both promising and warning the younger captive.
Mike began the taping by dropping to his knees so he could remove Malachi’s Nike sneakers. Leaving him standing in his sweaty tube socks, Mike started to wrap duct tape around Malachi’s ankles. He was doing it tightly right out of the gate which caused Malachi to grunt in his sockgag.
“What’s up?” Mike asked, standing up and removing his stinky sock from Malachi’s mouth.
“My, ah, bones of my ankles are rubbing each other. Sorry.”
“Little bitch!” Mike laughed, replacing the sock gag in his mouth and patting his cheek.
But, when he went back down there, he took the care to place one of their t-shirts between Malachi’s ankles to prevent the bone on bone contact. Mike returned to duct taping his feet from the ankles.
He methodically made his way up his legs, tightly wrapping the tape around Malachi. The sticky adhesive pressed around the jeans and the loud shrill sound of duct tape was in full effect. Malachi wondered if his neighbors would be able to hear all that noise of tape unwinding from the roll.
He got all the way up to his knees but suddenly Malachi was losing his balance.
“Relax! I got you!” Mike reassured him, holding him still, preventing him from falling down. Malachi regained his balance and calmed down.
Mike made his way with the tape around the upper half of Malachi’s legs. When he reached his crotch, the erection trying to pop out of his jeans was now an obstacle needing to be covered. Mike looked up at Malachi with a smile and taped layer upon layer over it, coating his crotch, circling around his hips. Again, the loud sounds of the duct tape unraveling turned Malachi on.
Having used up the first roll, now Mike started with roll number two. He taped up Malachi’s bound wrists a few revolutions and broke up the tape. Then he started on his torso, for the first time reaching Malachi’s bare flesh since he was shirtless.
The feeling of the sticky adhesive tape pressing snuggly against his soft, smooth skin was an awesome feeling. Layer upon layer coated his torso, then over his bound hands, pressing those hands and his arms in to his body.
Just before reaching his chest, Mike couldn’t resist a playful tug at Malachi’s somewhat exposed nipples. They were somewhat exposed though his arms partially covered them. That couldn’t stop Mike from digging in with his fingers and pinching them.
“Mmmphh! Mmmmm hahh!” Malachi laughed with a twitch from the tickle assault on his nips, which caused him to lose balance once more. He spit out the sock again. “Shit, man! I’m falling!” he yelled. Once again, though, Mike was there to catch him just in time.
“Shhh! You’ll wake my neighbors! And don’t worry bud!” Mike said comfortingly as he hugged him still. His face was, for the first time, braced against Malachi’s and they could have kissed each other if not for his dirty sock in his mouth getting in the way.
“Let’s give you some help,” Mike said partially lifting Malachi and directing him to hobble over to the couch. He positioned him against the backing of his couch and told him to lean against it for added support so he didn’t’ lose balance again.
“Yea, man that works,” Malachi thanked.
“Shut up! I’m tired of gagging your whiny ass over and over all the time!” Mike laughed returning the foul, used sock to Malachi’s mouth.
Mike went on with his work, which at this point was looking pretty damn hot to him. Malachi was more than halfway mummified with layers of grey duct tape. Not an inch of exposure was missed. Having him propped against the couch helped a lot now. He could work faster.
Moving on to a third roll of duct tape, Mike wrapped his mummy boy from the chest up quickly but generously. By the time he reached his shoulders, Malachi’s arms were well pinned against his body underneath all that layering of tape. He was already starting to sweat under all of it too.
Malachi mumbled something through his sock as the tape was reaching his neck. He was trying to say how great it felt, though Mike either couldn’t understand him or didn’t care.
Stopping just at the base of the neck, Mike decided to admire his handy work and stepped away to look at the mummification of Malachi, standing propped up against his couch in the middle of his living room. It was quite a sight to see! He pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures.
It was time for Malachi’s neck and face now but first he took some pity on his tape bound young friend.
“Dude, you’re so sweaty bro. Must be hot. Here,” he said removing the sock and feeding Malachi a bottle of water. “Drink up! Drink lots!”
After quenching his thirst, Malachi thanked him. “That’s what I needed! And, man, this feels SOOO amazing!” he gushed.
“I really don’t like you talking much, fuck head!” Mike laughed. Once more, he shoved the now saliva soaked nasty sock back in Malachi’s mouth. “Eat it!” This time, however, it was followed by something extra.
Mike wrapped generous amounts of duct tape around Malachi’s lower face that coated over his lips and forced the sock to stay buried inside for good! More tape was wrapped around his head that even covered his eyes and hair. Soon, Malachi’s entire head was duct tape wrapped except for the nostrils, allowing him to breath. Mike broke off the tape with his teeth then turned to Malachi’s neck, the only exposed part of his body. He carefully wrapped tape in short strips around his neck in a way that didn’t restrict his breathing, thinking about how to effectively seal him up while safely. Mike might have been drunk, but he had enough presence of mind to take care of his boy.
“How’s that? Can you breathe ok?” Mike asked.
A fully mummified Malachi grunted affirmatively and nodded.
“Good, let’s get you on the floor,” Mike said.
Mike bent at the knees, wrapped his arms around Malachi’s waist, and lifted him off the ground. He very carefully and slowly brought the stiffened taped body to the floor and laid him down flat on the carpet. When he was finally at rest, Malachi took a breath of relief, immediately relaxing in his more comfortable state.
“Well... I guess you’re pretty much fucked now, Mac the Mummy!” he laughed. “Hey, I like that name. Mac the Mummy!”
Mike started to poke and slap Malachi – playful torture - everywhere on his defenseless wrapped up body. Malachi wiggled and made muffled cries of laughter.
“You still breathing ok?” he asked. Malachi nodded. “Good!”
Mike took one of his sneakers and cupped it over Malachi’s face. “Take some deep breaths!”
Malachi inhaled and enjoyed the warm, toxic odors of Mike’s dirty sneaker through his nose. “Mmmphhh! Mmmmm!” Malachi seemed to thank.
“Smells pretty disgusting, right? They’re my gym shoes, my work out shoes. My favs, man!” Mike giggled as he tortured his hostage with the pungent sneak. “Look at you! Humiliated and owned.” Malachi nodded fervently.
Mike once again returned to tickling and poking him but made comments about wanting to do even more with him, and asked permission to do whatever he wanted. It seemed an odd request given that he didn’t care to ask permission before. But by the tone of it, Malachi then figured out that he meant something more intimate. And, of course, Malachi started to gasp affirmatively and nod his head.
Mike stood up and turned on his ceiling fan to cool the living room down. Then he dimmed the lights until it was near darkness, making it more intimate.
He returned to Malachi’s side, rubbing his hands over his captive prize, cupping the shoe over his face as he enjoyed the sounds of him inhaling his foot odor.
Mike looked down at the bulging hard on underneath Malachi’s taped crotch. Mike started to rub himself a little as well and asked, “Should I let you out down here?” as he patted Malachi’s dick. “Yea?”
Malachi wildly nodded and grunted positively, with an excited cock.
Mike took to his kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors.
He knelt down close to Malachi’s crotch and carefully began to cut away at the duct tape in that area.
TO BE CONTINUED…
(Please let me hear from you on thoughts, if you're reading)