BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG (M+/M+) *UPDATE JAN 08*

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WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING SAGAS HAVE YOU FOUND YOURSELF RE-READING OR GOING BACK TO THE MOST? (2 VOTES)

BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG
50
45%
TEACHING BRAD A LESSON
5
5%
EASY PREY I-IV
27
24%
THIRTY-SIX HOURS OF HELL
5
5%
HOUSE ARREST I & II
7
6%
HOW I BECAME A COLLEGE DORM SLAVE
16
14%
OTHER (SPECIFY)
1
1%
 
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Hyperactive Barbie doll.. interesting set of words ;-)

That’s really sweet of Steven though to make nick such a nice dinner. I’m excited to see where the evening takes them
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CHAPTER 298 - BOOT SERVICE
Monday, May 25 (6:30 PM)


"Down. On your knees, boi." Nick ordered, dropping his heavy police boots to the floor and motioning for me to kneel down in front of the large living room couch.

I did as I was told, and then watched as the overly plush leather couch creaked under the sudden weight of my 248-pound Master's tremendous body. A length of leather was pulled out of his right pocket, and dextrous gloved fingers began attaching what I now recognised as being a leash to the D-ring at the front of my collar.

"Come here. I want you where I can see you." the brute growled, pulling me in closer towards him before twirling the leash around his powerful right hand. Only when my face was mere inches from his crotch and my kneeling form positioned squarely between his giant legs did the man appear even mildly satisfied.


"Alright, boi. You know why you're here, right?" he spoke, the fearsome expression on his remarkably handsome face and the intensity of his piercing blue gaze leading me to believe I was being punished for something.

I gulped, searching my lover's eyes for any hint of mercy or compassion.
"N-no, Sir." I nervously stammered, fearing whatever it was he had in store for me but still not knowing what this was all about.

Nick's stern expression didn't falter even for a second.

"See those boots, boi?" he asked, keeping his eyes on me but pointing down towards the muddied pair of police boots his dad had worn during most of his career. "When you pulled them out of the closet on Saturday I warned you that my wearing them would come with a few strings attached. You're gonna wash them, boi. As of tonight, I'll be putting you hard at work in getting those boots back to tip-top condition. I'll be wearing them when I visit my parents in a few weeks, and I expect them to look like they did when my dad first started wearing them twenty-five years ago." he continued, holding my chin with one hand and pointing his other hand's rebuking finger straight at my face.


A feeling of great relief washed over me as the verbal commands flowed out of my strict no-nonsense boyfriend's mouth.
Here I was, getting all worked up and anxious about some supposed punishment...when in fact, all he wanted me to do was get his dad's big police boots cleaned up.

"Any questions?" the brute asked, causing me to shake my head 'no' and answer with a simple "No, Master."

"Good! Now get to work." he growled, providing my leash with just enough slack so that I could tend to the boots sitting next to me.


A brief moment of awkward silence ensued, during which I attempted to remind my man of the state I was in.
"Umm, Sir?" I asked, causing him to tear his eyes off the 65-inch TV screen and frown at me. "My hands are still cuffed." I reminded him, turning around ever so slightly so that he could remove the steel security restraints keeping my wrists in check.

"You don't need your hands, boi." the blond overlord spoke, apparently not appreciating me distracting him from the game he was trying to watch. "Use your tongue." he grumpily ordered, returning his fierce gaze to the TV screen while still keeping the end of my leash in his firmly clenched hand.


An expression of incomprehension, horror and disgust spread across my face as I eyed the positively massive police boots. Not only was the stench spilling out of them stinging my eyes and making my stomach churn, but both of them were currently sullied in dirt, mud, bits of grass and various scuff marks.

This was a soap-and-sponge job, not a job for my tongue!

"But...but, Sir!" I cried out, looking down at his father's big boots with both incredulity and disdain. "They're all muddy and gross!" I somewhat pleadingly complained.


Nick let out an exasperated sigh before scooching forward in his seat and cupping a hand behind the back of my collared neck.

"Alright, babe. Here's how it's gonna work. You're gonna lie down on your stomach, you're gonna stay fuckin' quiet, and you're gonna clean my dad's boots up 'till I order you to stop." he not-so-patiently instructed, forcing me to lie down on the floor and then placing his giant left foot down on the centre of my back.

I watched as he grabbed the pair of mighty police boots and watched as he put them down in front of my face.

With my hands cuffed behind me and my subdued frame now lying securely at his feet, the authoritarian warrior-king glared at me and waited for my tongue to start wetting the tip of his boots before finally giving my leash a bit of slack and returning his attention to the football game.



I spent what seemed like an eternity cleaning and worshipping my brutish muscleman's colossal police boots. The overpowering odour of cheese and leather that spilt out of them was really getting to me, and so was all the dirt, sand and dried blades of grass tarnishing their once lustrous exterior.

I worked tirelessly for the first hour, using both my lips and tongue to try and bring Mr Hoffmann's enormous boots back to their former glory.

Nick had one foot planted on the floor, right behind his dad's boots, but kept his other one on my upper back as if to remind me of just how insanely low my rank and station was.


"Get back to work, boi. I never said you could stop." the goliath-brute growled, frowning down at me from his leathery throne and forcing me to redouble my efforts even though my mouth felt dry and my tongue was getting tired.

Still in utter disbelief at the fact that this fiercely dominant, triple A-grade muscle-Alpha had chosen me as his spouse and personal houseboy, I licked, licked and licked some more; worshipping his boots as though my very life depended on it.

I wanted to please him.
I wanted to make him proud.




By any standards, the Hoffmann's police boots were friggin' HUGE compared to my face. And not only that, but from the way I was lying on the floor and looking up at them, they looked like friggin' highrise towers!

I thought I'd done a fairly good job of cleaning them up at one point, but then Nick scooched forward on the couch and placed one of the boots down on its side; exposing all the dried dirt and gunk filling the nooks and crannies that lined its rubbery sole.


"Clean that up, boi. All of it." the authoritarian power-hunk commanded, cupping the back of my head with one hand and forcibly pushing me forward 'till my lips were smudged against the underside of his boot.

No sign of compassion was given and no hints of mercy came my way either. The iron-fisted brute watched with a furrowed brow as I used my tongue to dislodge all the dirt and crap from under his law enforcement father's unreasonably large police boot.


Allowing myself to fall into the most submissive of mindsets, I continued following my husbandly Master's orders and worked myself to the point of exhaustion in order to get that one boot sufficiently cleaned up. Nick had me repeat that same process with the other one before finally shutting the TV off and pulling me up into a kneeling position.

A stern expression of both judgement and contempt lined his handsome features as he picked the left boot up off the floor and carefully inspected the fruits of my labour. This was it, I knew. Judgement hour.


"Not bad. I'm not completely satisfied, but since this was your first session I think we can overlook the spots you missed." he spoke, picking up his right boot and giving that one an in-depth inspection as well.

The fact that my man had just given me a green pass was high praise indeed.
When it came to my performance in bed he was unusually lax and patient, but for other things - such as his boots - he was usually quite demanding and fierce in his expectations. Nick demanded the best of the best and he wasn't known to settle for anything less.

My cheeks tingled in delight at having seemingly won over his approbation. The task of actually cleaning his boots with my tongue was both humiliating and unsavoury. But strangely enough, part of me enjoyed it...to the point of secretly looking forward to a repeat of the experience. It was degrading, it was intimate, and for reasons as yet unknown to me, it felt bizarrely gratifying. I'd proven useful to the man I loved, and the fact that I'd pleased him by doing so gave me a sense of inner peace and accomplishment.



Nick brought my two-hour-long tongue-lapping ordeal to an end by grabbing the back of my head with one hand and pressing the gaping mouth of his boot to my face.

"Here, boi. Get your little face in there and take a whiff." he ordered, causing the near-entirety of my head to disappear inside the leathery monster's oversized maw.

A sea of pitch-black darkness overcame my vision as the monstrous police boot swallowed my face whole.
I did as I was told, of course, and didn't hesitate even for a second.

My nostrils flared open, and with that, a sudden rush of horrifyingly pungent stench came rushing in to greet me.
I coughed and gagged on the smell, picking up not only Nick's revolting foot odour but also that of his father's.

In the seconds following its removal from my face, I silently vowed to get Joshua acquainted with those boots should I ever find him mummified, gagged and helpless one day. After all, such an encounter would only be fair considering he'd gagged me with a pair of his roommate's dirty boxers and forced me to endure the reek of both his and Kyle's shoes.



As soon as the boot was pulled away from my disgruntled face, Nick stood up from the couch, pulled me up from my kneeling position and escorted me to the privacy of our bedroom after placing his newly-cleaned boots back in the entryway closet where they belonged.

My leash was removed, my hands were uncuffed, my wrists were briefly massaged, and then the order to go brush my teeth and get ready for bed came.

I fought the urge to voice a complaint upon noticing that it wasn't even 8:30 yet, but wisely bit my tongue back and did as I was told.




A solid ten minutes or so ended up passing during the time it took me to do my business, wash my face and get rid of the gross taste of dirt that permeated my mouth.

Nick was browsing on his laptop and still wearing his gloves, trackies and socks by the time I walked into our chilly bedroom.

The freakishly buff and downright colossal muscle-king stood up from his chair and dimmed the lights down as I began stripping to my undies. Our insanely thick, heavy-duty down comforter was partially yanked off the bed, revealing the diminutive darlex envelope that would soon serve as my curfew-enforcing prison.


I was about to climb up on the lofty queen-size mattress when the towering blond brute ordered the stripping of my underwear. I did as I was told, though begrudgingly, and then climbed onto the very squishy memory foam mattress before slipping my arms and legs into the stretchy cocoon and lying obediently on my stomach.

A very large and leathery hand took hold of the zipper pressing up against my lower back and slowly began pulling it up along the length of my spine.

The body-hugging safety sack grew tighter and tighter; constricting around my arms and legs and even pressing my pert little buttcheeks real close together. The zipper's slow ascent continued past the centre of my shoulder blades until finally, it reached the back of my neck. As soon as it did, Master's gloved fingers instantly tamper-proofed it via the small velcro flap that would prevent its accidental descent, and then my captivity was complete.


Few doubts remained as to what fate would soon befall me when I pulled my face up out of my lover's smothering pillow and saw his gargantuan frame fish a small bottle of lube out from the top drawer of his nightstand.

I was his for the taking, and there was nothing I could do to escape from his irrepressible clutches.

I was his prisoner.
I was his thrall.




* AUTHOR'S NOTE *
HERE'S TO HOPING SOME NEW AND/OR QUIET READERS WILL TAKE HEED OF MY PLEA.

IF YOU'RE PART OF THE MANY SHY READERS SILENTLY FOLLOWING THIS ADVENTURE, THEN CONSIDER
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That sounds disgusting. Stevens a good kid for doing that
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Personally, I think the cleaning all the outdoor dirt off is a little much, and I'm not sure how great the ol' spit-shine technique is for leather boots in the long term, but hey, Steven's starting to obey much more quickly.

And he wants to get Joshua acquainted with that boot stink? I wholeheartedly approve - and since Nick has two boots, I'd like to take that bland, aloof Instagram babe Kyle down a notch and introduce him to Nick's boot!

Somehow I think Mr. Hoffman probably would approve of how his boots are getting clean.

And I'm glad to see Steven sleepsacked again. Always a welcome sight.
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I'm still trying to get over "hyperactive Barbie doll." Nick may be a man of few words, but the ones he says are gold! And Steven being cuffed and worshipping Nick's badass boots made my heart all aflutter.
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Well it sounds like Steven is getting into his role, and his desire to please is overcoming his resistance and distaste for certain things....

He is actively complying to Nick's orders to clean his boots, and willingly flaring his nostrils to take in his Master's foot stench...and father's.. 8-)

Now I really like that Steven is already planning a nice little rendezvous of sorts with the Barbie doll and Nick's dad's boots. :lol:

And the list keeps growing..... This time with a nice little introduction to Mr Hoffmann in anticipation of meeting him... :mrgreen:


I am keeping track and compiling all instances where a character uses another character's stuff to gag/torment his victim. This can occur even when the character whose stuff is being used to dom, may or may not be present. Hotter of course when they are present

Ex: Big Mike rubbing his socked soles on Joshua's face and forcing him to sniff his socks doesn't make the list. However, Shawn and his crew manhandling Joshua down and forcing Mike's jockstrap into his mouth does. Zack forcing Steven to sniff his socks doesn't make the list. But Nick forcing Steven to sniff Zack's socks would.

Running List
Brad gagging Steven with an old, anonymously-worn jockstrap he'd found at his local gym.
Nick unknowingly gagging Steven with the fat sponge Brad would use to clean out his cottage washroom *gross* (CH 46)
Steven getting Jeremy to take a whiff of Nick's nausea-inducing work boots. (CH 57)
Nick gagging Steven with Shawn's big, musky briefs. (CH 65)
Steven & Brad forcing Jeremy to sniff Shawn's nasty socks during the spin the bottle game (CH 85)
Shawn gagging Steven with Brad's sock, back during the cottage-mummification episode. (CH 89)
Steven forcing Jeremy to sniff Nick's worn-out boxers. (CH 143)
Jeremy gagging Steven with those same boxers. (CH 144)
Nick forcing Steven to sniff the inside of Zack's putrid hockey glove. (CH 134)
Nick hand gagging Steven and forcing him to sniff Zack's Nike tube socks. (CH 133)
Zack forcing Steven to chew and gag on Nick's stinking boxers. (CH 164)
Shawn gagging Steven with that musty old sock from the hamper (either Joey's or Chris') (CH 202)
Josh forcing Steven to sniff the inside of Shawn's shoe. (CH 207)
Josh forcing Steven to sniff Shawn's enormous, fart-infused Diesel briefs. (CH 203)
Josh forcing Steven to sniff Kyle's big, smelly Calvins. (CH 214)
Josh forcing Steven to suck and chew on Nate's filthy boxers. (CH 217)
Josh forcing Steven to sniff Kyle's basketball shoe. (CH 220)
Shawn gagging Josh with Big Mike's oversized pungent hockey jock strap. (CH 225)
Shawn gagging Steven with Joey's stank sweaty sock as Mike declined the sock wash (CH 229)
Phil knowingly tormenting cocooned Josh (fake Steven) by forcing him to sniff Chris' Air Jordans (CH 237)
Unknowing Big Mike's sole reeking over cocooned Steven (fake Josh) (CH 237 & 238)
Unknowing Joey forcing cocooned Steven (fake Josh) to sniff Big Mike's Osiris (CH 238)
Nick forcing Steven to sniff Mr Hoffman's boot (CH 243)
Nick forcing Steven to sniff Zack's sneaker and boxers (CH 258)
Zack gagging Jeremy with Nick's jock pouch in his presence! (CH 274)
Zack and Nick forcing their subs to endure each other's sock odour (CH 279)
Nick gagging Steven with Zack's toxic Wigwam to stifle his moans (CH 283)
Zack's gloved hand with Nick's black ankle sock smothering Steven during tickle torture, followed by the same treatment for Jeremy...in Nick's presence (CH 291)
Nick forcing Steven to sniff his dad's odorous police boots, (CH 298)
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Extremely hot! And I must say, I'm surprised that Nick would make Steven clean his boots with mud, dirt, and grass covering them after a weekend of camping. He has been kind of soft on his boi lately and this is a big ask. As much as I love the idea of boot service, I think even I would hesitate to lick up mud, and you know me- that is saying something since I always let me fantasies run wild without regard for grossness :D

I'm shocked Steven went along with this without TOO much complaining. He has certainly whined a lot more. He is becoming more used to his role.
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Looks like we can add boot licking to Steven's list of skills! I'm torn by this one. The idea of licking all that dirt and grime off the boots really does not appeal to me but the humiliation and service aspects of it, being handcuffed and forced to do it, that really got my engine running. Love the imagery of Steven down at the level of the boots with the boots towering over him. Maybe next time Nick will fill those boots whilst Steven worships them...

I also love the give and take - Nick wore the boots to make Steven happy, now Steven has to clean the boots to make Nick happy.
bondagefreak wrote: 2 years ago The body-hugging safety sack grew tighter and tighter; constricting around my arms and legs and even pressing my pert little buttcheeks real close together. The zipper's slow ascent continued past the centre of my shoulder blades until finally, it reached the back of my neck. As soon as it did, Master's gloved fingers instantly tamper-proofed it via the small velcro flap that would prevent its accidental descent, and then my captivity was complete.
Obviously I love this paragraph! You can't beat a good zipping up!
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Well, he did want Nick to wear them :D
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Pup Wingletang wrote: 2 years ago Obviously I love this paragraph! You can't beat a good zipping up!
No fair that's what I was going to say.
Just described it so perfectly lol.
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Pup wrote: 2 years ago
Pup Wingletang wrote: 2 years ago Obviously I love this paragraph! You can't beat a good zipping up!
No fair that's what I was going to say.
Just described it so perfectly lol.
Well I did write a whole story about a boy being completely dominated by a sleepsack and his Daddy! That paragraph was the whole first chapter! :D
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I absolutely loved seeing this more dominant side of Nick. Hopefully we'll be seeing more in the future!
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[mention]bondagefreak[/mention] Finally! It's good to be back and I just managed to finish reading Book VI. That was one heck of a journey and one thing is for sure, you really know how to create your characters sir. There is a multitude of emotions that you made me feel. The way how you've written Phil definitely made my blood boil and I just want him to be punished by Nick for what he did to Steven. I'm not sure if that will come up as I read along. Big Mike is just so adorable and you were right sir, the gentle giant has also found a way in my heart too. Who wouldn't love that big guy. Joshua, he really gives that feel that you will be friends with him without any effort. I really love all the guys in this book, but these 3 are definitely the standouts for me.
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@4toes
And it's great to have you back, boi! Congrats on having completed your readthrough of Book VI. You're almost caught up now, and I've got a feeling you're going to enjoy the seventh volume of the series quite a bit as well. I somehow knew you were going to fall for Big Mike. It seems you're not the only one. @wataru14, @Socksbound, @sws91 and a few others have also admitted to having a thing for him. I'm also glad (and not too surprised) to hear that the antics of Phil and Josh have won you over as well 8-)

Keep us posted as to your progress, boi.
I can't wait to hear from you as you delve into the camping trip with Nick, Zack and Jeremy.


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CHAPTER 299 - BEDROOM CAPTIVE
Monday, May 25 (8:40 PM)


Nick pulled his gloves, socks and trackies off before taking hold of his laptop and disappearing out of the bedroom. The living room and kitchen lights were turned off and then the bathroom door was closed, alerting me to the fact that my beefy blond boyfriend would be sitting on the john and taking care of business for a while.

I struggled against the sleepsack's infuriating embrace; muttering colourful curses beneath my breath and fighting in vain to free my arms of the exasperating internal sleeves. That in turn resulted in an increase in blood flow to my groin, something which caused my arousal to harden and made my captivity even more maddening.


My man must've been sitting on his porcelain throne for a good ten minutes before finally emerging out of the washroom. The instant I heard the toilet flush and became aware of his approach, I grew still and fell silent, watching as his mesmerisingly intimidating body stepped in through the bedroom doorway.

Nick's arms and shoulders were quite literally insane, but instead of focusing on the roundness of his pecs and the buffness of his torso, I found myself eyeing up the single piece of cloth adorning his freakishly oversized body. The army green boxers currently clad over his colossal bums were about five sizes larger than the ones I wore and probably wide enough to fit over my shoulders. As incredible as that may seem, what impressed me - or possibly freaked me out the most - was the fact that his boxers were stretched to the limit and looking as though they were on the verge of exploding.

The blond warrior's thighs were like centennial tree trunks and his watermelon-sized bums were downright ginormous! It also didn't help that his front sack was huge and that the nearly nine-inch long dong sprouting up from between his thighs was as thick as a cucumber. All in all, he was a mesmerizing sight to behold...even if a little terrifying.



I watched as the brute walked in, carrying his laptop in one hand and scratching the underside of his enormous bulge with the other.

Nick ended up joining me in bed after that, but spent another ten or fifteen minutes sitting up against the wooden headrest and browsing on his laptop.

I struggled against my body-hugging restraint a bit more but was careful to do so more discreetly. It's only when the sound of a brief yet impossibly puke-inducing, shit-scented fart blasted out of my seated boyfriend's bumhole that I groaned in displeasure and began plotting my escape.

PPRRRRRRRRRTTT


At first, Nick didn't pay attention to my struggling. He kept his eyes glued to his screen and didn't even seem to take note of my presence. But when my failure to escape his positively lethal gas resulted in a series of panicked coughs and muttered curses, the insanely beefy warrior-king reached into his nightstand and pulled out a little something that would help take care of my protests.

"Here, babe. Time for your gag." he mumbled, cupping the back of my head with one hand and presenting me with his dreaded bulb gag in the other.

"No, Daddy! Wait! I don't need a gmmpphh..." came the start of my rather desperate-sounding plea.


The brute didn't even give me time to finish my protest. He simply raised my head up off the pillow and rammed the rubber plug into my gaping orifice. A brief struggle ensued, one that involved my valiant attempts at protesting the gag and Nick's heavy-handed efficiency at buckling it behind my head.

My teeth sunk into a special groove located in the gag's front panel and then the air bladder was squeezed, not once but seven times. Each squeeze caused the rubber bulb to grow in size, and each pump pinned my tongue down and filled my mouth up a little tighter.


*Pssssht*
*Pssssht*

"Mggghh mggphh phhhgm..."

*Pssssht*
*Pssssht*

"Uggghm! Mpppgghhmph..."

*Pssssht*
*Pssssht*
*Pssssht*

"Phhgg ggn phhgm."


As soon as the seventh bladderfull of air was delivered to my now speech-proof cavity plug, Nick unscrewed the rubber handpump and tossed it back into his nightstand, preventing the gag's accidental deflating and rendering it completely tamperproof.

No sooner was I cursing and crying out beneath the undefeatable mass of rubber in my mouth than the brutish muscleman was back to browsing on his laptop.

"Go ahead, babe. Call for help." he absentmindedly taunted, keeping his eyes glued to the screen and betraying absolutely no hint of sympathy for my plight.

The authoritarian muscle-beast was a tyrant!
Not only was I not allowed to protest my nightly curfew, but I wasn't even allowed to complain about his farts!
I cursed one final time and then went back to straining against his damnably restrictive security sack.



Nick ended up paying little heed to my protests during his quiet internet browsing. He eventually turned his laptop off and brought his focus down towards me. And as soon as he did, I became all jittery and antsy with anticipation.

I was nervous, fearful and exhilarated.
Sacked up, gagged and his for the taking.
My King was upon me, and I knew there'd be no escaping him.



"Being a naughty boy tonight, hm?" the blond man chuckled, scooting down to a sideways-lying position and tentatively digging his giant fingers into my vulnerable sides.

I squealed and squirmed, attempting to speak past my gag; something which only resulted in further teasing.

Still lying on his side with his massive chest to my face level, the beefy muscleman slowly unzipped the sleepsack's crotch access and pulled my angry boner out of the darlex prison.

"Hmm, someone's sure having a good time." he purred, wrapping his enormous fingers around it and lavishing my ears with that tantalizingly deep, husky rich voice of his.

I moaned, quivering with uncontrollable envy and bucking my hips up in a desperate attempt to reach that slowly departing hand.

"Phhgg ggn! Phhgm uggmmphh ppffhhg..." I cried out, lamenting my helpless state and crying out beneath my gag in the hopes that Nick would stop teasing me.

The sound of exceedingly deep and very much mocking laughter met my ears, and I knew right away that my husbandly muscle-Daddy wasn't going to give me that easy release I was so desperately longing for.


Nick tugged at my cock, jerking it up and down five or six times before suddenly letting go.
He laughed, twirled his giant fingers around my darlex-covered nipples, dug his big fingers into my crotch and then went back to tending my engorged erection.

"What's that, babe? You tryin' to say something?" he asked, taunting me with similar questions over and over again, while at the same time alternating between tickling my body and teasing my painfully rigid boner.

At one point the man even licked his thumb and index finger before pressing them both against opposite sides of my throbbing shaft and running them up and down its turgid length. By that point, I was quite literally screaming in my gag and pleading for mercy.

"Phngg ggn! Uggmmphh ppffhhg gghn..."

I wanted to cum.
No, I needed to cum.


Unfortunately for me, the overly muscular blond goliath-brute had other plans for me tonight and had no intention of bringing me to completion or giving me the release I needed.

He tickled the fat vein running up the underside of my shaft, gave my boner another seven or eight tugs, and then slowly allowed his hand to hover up into the air, just barely out of reach of my distended erection.

In my incredibly needy and somewhat crazed state, I desperately arched the middle of my body up in an attempt to reach his hand. I wanted his hand back on my cock. I wanted his hand, or ANY hand back on my cock!

Nick instead hovered his hand away and tickled my defenceless stomach and ribs with it. When he told me I'd get no release tonight but that tomorrow I might be luckier, I broke down into a fit of rage and cursed at him from beneath my speech-proof plug gag.

"Phhgg ggn! Phhgg ggn! Phhgm uggmmphh ppffhhg..." I yelled, struggling in vain to escape the maddening sleepsack and doing my best to get some sort of word out past the rubber bulb in my mouth.

The brute just laughed, of course, and then further tormented me by peeling his great, big, army green boxers off and bunching them up over my face.

"Hahaha! Yeah, you like that don't you, princess?" he heartily chuckled, smirking with glee as I choked on the powerful scent of his butt, balls and crotch.

I cried out in both desperation and rage, doing my very best to convey that I didn't, whilst at the same time trying to arch my hips up so that he'd resume tending to my hard-on. Nick knew exactly what I wanted, and he was getting a big thrill out of not giving it to me.

"Yeah, baby-boi likes that." he teased, mocking my attempts to speak by adopting a condescending tone and talking to me as though I was a toddler. I screamed and growled in disapproval, but the burly man just kept on taunting me, smothering my gagged face beneath his giant ball of bum-scented boxers a second time.




Nick eventually did stop teasing me. But instead of tending to my arousal like I wanted him to, he simply flipped me over on my stomach and unzipped the sleepsack's back door access before getting his gargantuan slab of meat generously lubed up.

He took me that night, just as he did every other night.
His general roughness was smoothed out by the soothing flow of whispers escaping his gentle lips.

I moaned under his heavy ministrations, my eyes rolling back into my skull as my face found itself heavily smothered beneath his heavily oversized handgag.


It took about fifteen minutes for the man to fire his fertile seed inside of me, and by the time he was done, my innards were full to bursting and my anus was struggling to contain the totality of his load.

"There you go, babe. You keep that in there and you work on giving me that son I asked for." he soothingly purred, zipping the sleepsack's back access shut and kissing the top of my dishevelled head affectionately.

With my bumcheeks now tightly pressed together and Master Nick's load still swirling around inside me, I closed my heavy eyelids and dozed off into a dreamy slumber.


So exhausted and fulfilled I was that I barely registered the caring hands slowly deflating my gag a bit and gently removing the collar from around my neck. Nick placed my collar on the nightstand, turned his bedside light off and pulled his heavy-duty comforter on top of us.

He wrapped his monstrously thick arms up and around his pillow, and then made sure my face was snuggly trapped underneath his massive pecs before finally lowering his head down and allowing himself to slip into the dream world.

I slept like a baby that night.
We both did.



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[mention]bondagefreak[/mention] Another HOT chapter . I wish that was me being teased by nick . I am happy the army green boxers are back . Steven is so lucky .
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I am definitely appreciating Nick's much more playful teasing. Maybe something about Steven's easier submission and greater obedience is letting Nick know he doesn't have to prove his dominance as hard as before and now he's settling into the easy knowledge of knowing he owns Steven? Either way, you love to see it.
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Yeah nick seems ALOT more playful than usual.
Hell this might be the most playful he has been...
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Poor Steven he just can't catch a break! After Nick's ministrations he's more horny and frustrated than ever. He really had fun teasing Steven in this chapter. I love this playful side to Nick.

Love the return of the inflatable plug gag especially the deminising mumbles as it slowly inflates. It's a nice contrast to all the socks and underwear.

Maybe Steven will get lucky tomorrow.
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bondagefreak wrote: 2 years ago @4toes
And it's great to have you back, boi! Congrats on having completed your readthrough of Book VI. You're almost caught up now, and I've got a feeling you're going to enjoy the seventh volume of the series quite a bit as well. I somehow knew you were going to fall for Big Mike. It seems you're not the only one. @wataru14, @Socksbound, @sws91 and a few others have also admitted to having a thing for him. I'm also glad (and not too surprised) to hear that the antics of Phil and Josh have won you over as well 8-)

Keep us posted as to your progress, boi.
I can't wait to hear from you as you delve into the camping trip with Nick, Zack and Jeremy.


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Glad to see so many of you enjoying this most recent interplay between Steven and his man.

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I love how our two protagonists are getting more comfortable in their roles and relationship. And it's joyous seeing a more playful side to Nick. It's a pity he has to go away again soon, but I'm sure Steven will be in good hands. Preferably planted firmly over his mouth.
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Love to see Nick giving Steven a good whiff of his smelly army green boxers again. Wouldn't mind being in his place. Actually I would because just reading this makes me need to get off and Steven isn't allowed to :lol:
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vincenzotognolo22 wrote: 2 years ago Hey that’s me, I was myusername12344 but I changed my username. Bound and gagged is the story that made me discover this site. I’ve been following this story for two years and I’m really into it, I love the way that even after 299 chapters the plot is still interesting and makes me want to continue read it.

Very proud of you for breaking the ice, buddy-boi!
Here's to hoping you'll stick around and take your rightful place as part of this interactive group.
I've already extended the invitation to our two latest reviewers ([mention]Gaybondage[/mention] and [mention]Boston2265[/mention]), but I think a lot of us would also like to see you answering the BOUND & GAGGED QUESTIONNAIRE and get to know more about you through your answers.

On another note, I think [mention]Sockgaggedman[/mention] will be very happy to have another Italian onboard.
Judging from your likes and preferences, I have a feeling the two of you will get along rather well ;)



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Thanks for all the great comments, guys!
I'm glad to see different aspects of this chapter (ranging from Nick's underwear choice, to his mild playfulness in bed and the return of that much-dreaded plug gag) being enjoyed by so many of you. From some of the PMs I've received, it appears Steven wasn't the only one experiencing some "discomfort" during the course of this chapter 8-)

I still can't believe we've reached Chapter 300.
In other news, the poll is coming down imminently. So if you've not got your vote in, now's the time to do so.
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For obvious reasons, it's a big 1,000+% NO for me on this particular poll. Regardless of my partner of choice, still NOT gonna happen.

On another note, I did say a few polls back that my view on Nick's and Steven's relationship could change. Nick's still got some of his quarks I dislike (I.E. more recently his reason for grounding Steven all because he came out of the tent looking for him. And that Nick's just to damn dominant all the time) but we're starting to see more of a some what lighter side to Nick. If I remember correctly, I voted 6 back then. If the poll was still active, I think I'd be more likely to vote 7 now vs then. While personally I am not into the collar stuff, I do approve of Nick's approach this time. I still personally think they need to have a 1 on 1 conversation. And by 1 on 1, I mean take a step back from the master/boi act while they are having that conversation. Just my opinion. Nevertheless, while I still see a lot more room for improvement in their relationship, we are seeing improvement and that's a start.
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Red86 wrote: 2 years ago Nick's still got some of his quarks
As far as quarks go I think Nick best embodies the 'top' quark with occasional glipses of the 'charm' and 'strange' quarks! I don't think he has any 'bottom' quarks in him though. The 'up' and 'down' quarks best embody Nick and Steven's relationship.

Sorry [mention]Red86[/mention], that typo just made me smile and stimulated the science side of my brain!
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