BONDAGEFREAK'S INTERACTIVE ILLUSTRATED TALE
YOUR TOP THREE CHOICES IN ORDER OF POPULARITY
B - 10 VOTES
C - 5 VOTES
A - 0 VOTES
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PLEASE NOTE THAT TWO ANSWERS PER USER WILL BE ALLOWED FOR THIS ROUND!
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Getting the sock inside Andrew's mouth turned out to be quite a bit more difficult than you had planned.
Much like your typical nylon dress sock, your dad's heavily-worn black work sock is pretty stretchy, thin and easy to compress.
You have no problem squashing the bacteria-infested, sweat-soaked fabric into a ball. But as soon as the compressed bundle breaches past Andrew's lips and emerges into his oral cavity, it just swells back up and stuffs every nook, cranny and cubic micron of space inside the young man's mouth.
Picking your friend's head up off the floor with one hand and using your other hand to push the rest of the fabric past his lips, you find yourself greatly amused by the fact that Andrew's cheeks are now bulging out rather fiercely.
"Mmmpphh" the kid cries out, probably in an attempt to let you know his gag is too big.
"Shhhhh! No complaining, prisoner. There's still more sock to go. Now open up." you order, undeterred by the boy's heavily muffled plea.
Andrew responds with an even more desperate cry for help, but you just order him to be quiet and continue using your fingers to push the remainder of the fabric inside his cavity.
The kid isn't able to close his mouth or bring his lips together, but that's alright.
You know that once the tape's in place, he won't be able to push the stuffing out even if he tries.
Surprisingly enough, aside from the short bout of struggling and groaning, Andrew isn't putting up much of a fight.
Maybe you shouldn't be all that surprised...
By the expression on his face, it looks as though the kid's losing brain cells by the second!
His eyes look like they've seen a ghost and you swear his skin tone looks tad greener than usual.
Poor Andrew's never dealt with socks this bad, and from the looks of it, he's not enjoying the taste very much.
Unfortunately for him, you kinda like the idea of your own dad's sock being used to stop the twink from calling for help.
Given how unreceptive and dismissive your father is regarding complaints about his socks and foot odour, you somehow get the feeling that he'd be laughing his ass off if he knew one of his socks was being used as a gag right now.
Besides, revolted or not, Andrew wouldn't
hesitate to use those socks on you if your roles were reversed.
The thought of that alone takes care of easing down your guilty conscience.
As soon as you lower your friend's head down and extend your arm to grab the roll of tape, the feisty brat starts fighting back and pushing his gag out.
"Haha! Tryin' to give me trouble, are you?" you tease, quickly placing your index and middle fingers in between the kid's gaping lips and pushing the escaping fabric back in where it belongs.
For the next thirty seconds or so, a veritable tug-o-war ensues, with Andrew desperately trying to push the stuffing out and you cutting his every effort down by pushing the intolerably odorous cloth right back in.
Your prisoner appears beside of himself with disgust by that point, and your keen senses easily pick up a growing sentiment of frustration.
You recognise that look. You've experienced it once before, when your older brother tied you up and gagged you against your will.
The boy can't use his hands to free his mouth, and his speech is being muffled out and held hostage by the absolute SMELLIEST of gags!
Said plainly, Andrew is experiencing what it actually means to be gagged.
"Mmmhhgg....mmmggghhph!"
"You got somethin' to say, kiddo?" you ask, 'causing the heavily mummified teen to cry out anew.
"Mmmmrrrpphh! Mmggghph...ugghhmph!"
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" you tease, instantly chuckling at your own cleverness.
Andrew is not laughing.
"Mmmgghh...ugggmphh!" he cries out, glaring up at you with eyes that could kill.
"Sorry, buddy. Whatever you're tryin' to say, it's gonna have to wait." you tell him, ripping a ten-inch long strip of the super sticky green stuff before putting the roll down and aligning the strip over your prisoner's heavily-stuffed mouth.
Once that thing touches skin, it's becomes a pain to take off.
So you decide to keep his head still by clamping your thighs and knees on both sides of his face...that way you won't end up accidentally blocking his nostrils when you press the tape down.
"Sorry buddy..." you quickly apologise. "I can't have you pushing your gag out, and since you've got such a big, fuckin' mouth, I have no choice but to use this motherfuckin' crazy ass tape on you."
Andrew is forced to lie still as you hover the extra-wide piece of dark green adhesive over his mouth, and he can't help but whimper in defeat as the dreaded thing clamps down over the entirety of his lower face, from one ear to the other.
The enormous, unbearably putrid sock in his mouth, combined with the unremovable, extra wide strip of army green tape can only spell one thing for the mummified lad. Defeat!
"Mmgggphh!"
"There. Nice and quiet." you say with a smile. "And since you threatened me with revenge a bit earlier, I'm gonna have to keep you bundled up like this for a lot longer than planned...for my own safety of course."
Upon hearing those words, Andrew stars raging and screaming beneath his gag!
It's a hopeless endeavour though, and no matter how valiant his efforts protest are, the lad keeps cashing in defeat after defeat.
Unfortunately for Andrew, the bump at his crotch seems to have grown substantially since the last time you checked.
Something tells you he's having a LOT more fun than he's letting on...
"That sock giving you trouble, bro?" you ask, unable to stop yourself from teasing your friend even further.
"Mmgggpph....uuggh...uuuugggmmmphf!" comes his very timely, angry response.
"Haha, yeah I bet it is." you instantly laugh, picking your dad's other sock up with the tips of your fingers and waving your other hand in front of your face.
"Pewww-weee! Man, how can you survive with that THING inside your mouth?!" you cry out, nearly doubling over with laughter at your own friend's expense. "I just took my dad's socks out of the hamper like five minutes ago and the entire living room now smells like crap!"
*Sniff Sniff*
"Ugh, god! Stinks like fuckin' cheese and eggs in here!"
The worst part of it is; the room actually DOES smell like rotting cheese and eggs.
Andrew is
definitely smelling it, but you bringing it to his attention and you complaining about it is what
really drove him to the edge.
"Mmmpphh! Uggmph! Mppphhgggphff!" he cries out, angry and horrified at the fact that he's being forced to chew and suck on some big, hairy dude's extremely foul-smelling dress sock.
But with everything from his ankles to his neck wrapped in a SHIT-TON of heavy-duty duct tape, you know he has no other option than to just lie there and take it.
Were it not for the sizeable bump bellow the silver mummy's waistline, you'd have never known he was having such fun.
WHAT DO YOU DO? (ATTENTION: TWO ANSWERS ALLOWED PER USER THIS TURN!)
A - Take his ankle socks off and start tickling him on his bare soles.
B - Get him to try and talk, by asking him questions and taunting him verbally.
C - Smother his nostrils and focus on some breathplay.
D - Force him to sniff your musty Gildan socks.
E - Force him to sniff your skaterboy-brother's stinky ankle socks.
F - Force him to sniff your older brother's super smelly tube socks.
G - Force him to sniff your dad's other work sock.
H - Force him to sniff your dad's musky old Calvin Klein boxers.
I - Rub his hard-on through the layers of duct tape.
J - Continue with the mummification (duct tape his feet up)
K - Continue with the mummification (duct tape his face up)
L - Continue with the mummification (duct tape his feet AND face up)
M - Other (specify)