New Chapter: On the Front Line M/M (Part 2 posted)
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 9:25 am
On the Front-line M/M
Chapter 1:
I woke from my violent slumber after an enemy soldier struck me with his rifle. Coming to, I noticed my hands were tightly bound behind me and attached to a tipped over a chair. Stuck in place, I began to panic. “Help, someone help!” I screamed, not thinking about the whereabouts the soldier who attacked me. As I cried and begged for someone to notice and rescue me, I got what I had wanted, however help took a different turn.
Coming into my hazed view was the soldier. Draped in a green camouflage uniform with a black helmet that hid his brown hair, was an allied soldier. Sent from England in a covert operation to find out where to invade. He had a strong jaw and a strong appearance. He could break me in two if he wanted. Holding out the rifle with traces of my blood, I knew for sure it was him who knocked me out. But what was he doing back here? and why didn’t he shoot me on sight?
Eyeing him up and down still, I noticed his large leather boots. They looked aged and beaten with their dishevelled look to them and the strong smell seeping out of the gaps. Strong and rancid, my nose curled, and I wanted to cough. He must have worn them for a while, maybe since he left England.
He moved closer to me, and sat up on the table, directly above me. He looked down at me as if he was a giant and I was a pathetic ant. “Surprised I didn’t shoot you on sight?” He remarked. I nodded in a scared yet defiant way. “Well, I need someone to help me out and since you have no other choice, I might as well go ahead with it,” he devilishly said whilst cocking his rifle.
“What do you mean?” I asked nervously.
“Well, I need to know where your camp is, and if you don’t want your brains blasted on this rather nice – well actually rubbish floor, then you should tell me.” He ordered with a dead pan face and stark serious tone.
“Never,” I shouted to this pathetic soldier, “I’d rather die than jeopardise my army, my nation,”
“I have ways of making people obey me,” He smirked as he unlaced his unkempt boots.
Unaware of what was going to happen but noticing the smell getting stronger and stronger, I started to struggle and fight against the binds. I began to shout and beg. But he clamped his strong, clammy hand over my mouth and pressed tight. His hand held my mouth like the binds held my hands, in a strong unflinching embrace. There was no movement and no talking from now on.
“There’s no need to panic, well there is. But I can’t have you talking and blabbering because we’ll be sniffed out, so I’m going to stuff these socks in your mouth as extra incentive for co-operation. Before I forget to add, I’ve had these on for over a month now so there’ll be a lot for you to suck on whilst you chew on the idea of being a good boy and obeying me,” All this was said as he pulled his feet out of his boots with a wet squelching sound.
The smell was so strong, it was revolting. The stench was nightmarish. It had a really rancid vinegary fume to it and an underlining reek of putrid cheese that drenched his feet. He then dragged the socks off his soles, the sweat acted as glue making it hard for even this soldier to remove. The smell kept getting stronger and more repulsive with each tug of the sock. Along with the removal of the socks, lint from his green thick wool socks fell to the floor like odorous grass.
Unable to breathe from my mouth as the soldier’s hand gag was so tight, I was forced to breathe in all of this revolting scent directly from his feet. I moved my head as much as I could but no avail. “Mpghhh!!!” I tried to scream but muffled sounds of desperation were all to be heard.
“Look there’s no fighting it, you’re going to stay like this for however long I think it will take you to realize that helping me is your only way out of this situation alive, if after this you still refuse, then you’ll leave this cabin feet first,” he said as he looked me right in the eye. He meant business.
He pinched my nose which granted me temporary reprieve from the rancid stink of his feet. His feet were super smelly and pungent. Incapable of breathing now, I knew what was going to happen now, but I was going to fight it as hard as I could. For the next minute, I struggled and fought. I jerked my head from his socks, and I tried to avoid my fate, but it was inevitable. He placed his large, sweaty fingers in my mouth and pried it open as much as he could. He must have really wanted to gag me with his smelly socks.
Holding my mouth open, my jaw ached. He forced his ripe stinky socks into my mouth. The taste hit me just as bad as his rifle did earlier. The wool clung to the walls of my mouth and the sock forced my tongue down, so I had no choice but to suck on it. It was crushed by a clump of sock lint and toe jam, and the taste of his sweat was awful. It tasted like an awful vinegar and the toe jam had a salty edge to it. I couldn’t even get used to the taste before another clump of cloth seasoned with foot sweat and toe jam found its way into my mouth. The full force of both socks against my tongue made me gag and I needed to spit out these awful things now. But he held my mouth down tighter than before and smiled at me with a devilish grin. He has definitely done this before.
“Now, don’t spit it out, you’ll miss half of the fun,” He laughed. Then, he pulled something out of his boot that looked like a bandana. It looked all brown, and it was full of dirt and grime. “Worn this in my boot for as long as my socks. It works wonders for making sure all of my prisoners stay silent, can’t have them talking. It’s your right to remain silent,” He chuckled to himself as he tied the bandana over my mouth, keeping the socks safely tucked inside.
Being right under my nose, I was forced to smell the bandana, which only added to my humiliation. It stunk of his vinegary foot sweat and was rancid. Every breath I took was now coated in my own humiliation. This was the least of my worries though. Now fully restrained, I was his plaything for further notice. How long was this going to last?
Stuck in place, bound and gagged, I could do nothing. My face was exposed and ready to be preyed upon. The soldier started to place his bare feet over my face. I couldn’t move, there’s no escape. “Mpghhh!!!!” I begged for him to stop as I gagged on the rancid smell.
“Sorry, what’s that? I can’t hear you. Spit it out, we haven’t got all day. Is the smell bothering you? Well too bad, it sucks to suck so you will learn to love it,” He laughed as he planked his feet right under my nose. My nose was directly above his big toe. The smell was so strong. It was worse than before. The stink from his feet was that of ripe and pungent cheese, rancid vinegar and a strong musk that filled my lungs. I coughed and gagged. I really was his prisoner and he made sure I wouldn’t forget it.
(This is my first story here, I hope you all like it )
Chapter 1:
I woke from my violent slumber after an enemy soldier struck me with his rifle. Coming to, I noticed my hands were tightly bound behind me and attached to a tipped over a chair. Stuck in place, I began to panic. “Help, someone help!” I screamed, not thinking about the whereabouts the soldier who attacked me. As I cried and begged for someone to notice and rescue me, I got what I had wanted, however help took a different turn.
Coming into my hazed view was the soldier. Draped in a green camouflage uniform with a black helmet that hid his brown hair, was an allied soldier. Sent from England in a covert operation to find out where to invade. He had a strong jaw and a strong appearance. He could break me in two if he wanted. Holding out the rifle with traces of my blood, I knew for sure it was him who knocked me out. But what was he doing back here? and why didn’t he shoot me on sight?
Eyeing him up and down still, I noticed his large leather boots. They looked aged and beaten with their dishevelled look to them and the strong smell seeping out of the gaps. Strong and rancid, my nose curled, and I wanted to cough. He must have worn them for a while, maybe since he left England.
He moved closer to me, and sat up on the table, directly above me. He looked down at me as if he was a giant and I was a pathetic ant. “Surprised I didn’t shoot you on sight?” He remarked. I nodded in a scared yet defiant way. “Well, I need someone to help me out and since you have no other choice, I might as well go ahead with it,” he devilishly said whilst cocking his rifle.
“What do you mean?” I asked nervously.
“Well, I need to know where your camp is, and if you don’t want your brains blasted on this rather nice – well actually rubbish floor, then you should tell me.” He ordered with a dead pan face and stark serious tone.
“Never,” I shouted to this pathetic soldier, “I’d rather die than jeopardise my army, my nation,”
“I have ways of making people obey me,” He smirked as he unlaced his unkempt boots.
Unaware of what was going to happen but noticing the smell getting stronger and stronger, I started to struggle and fight against the binds. I began to shout and beg. But he clamped his strong, clammy hand over my mouth and pressed tight. His hand held my mouth like the binds held my hands, in a strong unflinching embrace. There was no movement and no talking from now on.
“There’s no need to panic, well there is. But I can’t have you talking and blabbering because we’ll be sniffed out, so I’m going to stuff these socks in your mouth as extra incentive for co-operation. Before I forget to add, I’ve had these on for over a month now so there’ll be a lot for you to suck on whilst you chew on the idea of being a good boy and obeying me,” All this was said as he pulled his feet out of his boots with a wet squelching sound.
The smell was so strong, it was revolting. The stench was nightmarish. It had a really rancid vinegary fume to it and an underlining reek of putrid cheese that drenched his feet. He then dragged the socks off his soles, the sweat acted as glue making it hard for even this soldier to remove. The smell kept getting stronger and more repulsive with each tug of the sock. Along with the removal of the socks, lint from his green thick wool socks fell to the floor like odorous grass.
Unable to breathe from my mouth as the soldier’s hand gag was so tight, I was forced to breathe in all of this revolting scent directly from his feet. I moved my head as much as I could but no avail. “Mpghhh!!!” I tried to scream but muffled sounds of desperation were all to be heard.
“Look there’s no fighting it, you’re going to stay like this for however long I think it will take you to realize that helping me is your only way out of this situation alive, if after this you still refuse, then you’ll leave this cabin feet first,” he said as he looked me right in the eye. He meant business.
He pinched my nose which granted me temporary reprieve from the rancid stink of his feet. His feet were super smelly and pungent. Incapable of breathing now, I knew what was going to happen now, but I was going to fight it as hard as I could. For the next minute, I struggled and fought. I jerked my head from his socks, and I tried to avoid my fate, but it was inevitable. He placed his large, sweaty fingers in my mouth and pried it open as much as he could. He must have really wanted to gag me with his smelly socks.
Holding my mouth open, my jaw ached. He forced his ripe stinky socks into my mouth. The taste hit me just as bad as his rifle did earlier. The wool clung to the walls of my mouth and the sock forced my tongue down, so I had no choice but to suck on it. It was crushed by a clump of sock lint and toe jam, and the taste of his sweat was awful. It tasted like an awful vinegar and the toe jam had a salty edge to it. I couldn’t even get used to the taste before another clump of cloth seasoned with foot sweat and toe jam found its way into my mouth. The full force of both socks against my tongue made me gag and I needed to spit out these awful things now. But he held my mouth down tighter than before and smiled at me with a devilish grin. He has definitely done this before.
“Now, don’t spit it out, you’ll miss half of the fun,” He laughed. Then, he pulled something out of his boot that looked like a bandana. It looked all brown, and it was full of dirt and grime. “Worn this in my boot for as long as my socks. It works wonders for making sure all of my prisoners stay silent, can’t have them talking. It’s your right to remain silent,” He chuckled to himself as he tied the bandana over my mouth, keeping the socks safely tucked inside.
Being right under my nose, I was forced to smell the bandana, which only added to my humiliation. It stunk of his vinegary foot sweat and was rancid. Every breath I took was now coated in my own humiliation. This was the least of my worries though. Now fully restrained, I was his plaything for further notice. How long was this going to last?
Stuck in place, bound and gagged, I could do nothing. My face was exposed and ready to be preyed upon. The soldier started to place his bare feet over my face. I couldn’t move, there’s no escape. “Mpghhh!!!!” I begged for him to stop as I gagged on the rancid smell.
“Sorry, what’s that? I can’t hear you. Spit it out, we haven’t got all day. Is the smell bothering you? Well too bad, it sucks to suck so you will learn to love it,” He laughed as he planked his feet right under my nose. My nose was directly above his big toe. The smell was so strong. It was worse than before. The stink from his feet was that of ripe and pungent cheese, rancid vinegar and a strong musk that filled my lungs. I coughed and gagged. I really was his prisoner and he made sure I wouldn’t forget it.
(This is my first story here, I hope you all like it )