Bound To Be A Mess (m/mm) *complete 03/16/24*

[Wedgieboy69]

Introduction

At the end of the Swim Team Hell series, Brayden received an anonymous note about his secret love for being tied up and gunged. When he finally agrees to meet the notes writer, things are bound to be a mess.

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Chapter 1 - Messy Mistery

In the days following the school swim team initiation, I couldn't get it off my mind. Not just the messy hazing itself, but the note I found in my backpack after.

"I know you liked being tied up and messy. Want to do it again? gungeboy12@email.com"

Not just had I discovered that I liked being tied up and covered in messy stuff, but it seemed that someone else had discovered my little secret, too.

After exhaustive research online, I learned that this was a somewhat common interest. Some sites even called it a kink or fetish. That just made it feel even more embarrassing and wrong. I wasn't some kind of perv, was I?

The worst part about this dirty little secret was that someone else knew too, but I had no clue who it was.

Being that my backpack was in the locker room the whole time, it had to be someone on the team, right?

I was tortured by these thoughts and questions nonstop for days now.

I had even gone over all the suspects in my head.

Aiden was with me the whole time, plus we are best buds. No secrets, right? He would have said something, right?

Then there is Connor. That slimy little jerk would have told everyone already just to be a dick.

Michael didn't seem too angry when I gave him that messy wedgie. Plus, he seems like a cool guy who would keep a secret.

Nick did notice that I was ticklish and did take part in our tying and gunging. But he is an alpha jock. If he wanted me tied and gunged, he would just force me to do it and not be asking permission with a note.

As the team captain, Liam probably picked the initiation. Did he pick those things because he likes them too?

Finally, after days of obsessing over it, I managed to muster up the courage to send an email. All it said was, "Hey."

As soon as I hit send, I immediately regretted my decision. Partially because I wanted to chicken out, and partially because I couldn't believe that all I could think to write was, "Hey." They must have thought I was a moron or something.

After three excruciating hours of checking my emails constantly, I finally received a response.

"It took you long enough. Want to meet this weekend? Friday night? I have a place we can use"

They were so chill about it. It was like it was no big deal to them.

I replied with the obvious question on my mind. "Who is this?"

Almost instantly, my phone buzzed. This time, a text message. From a private number.

"You will find out who I am soon enough. My secret is just as important as yours. Trust me, and I can trust you. Don't tell anyone, especially Aiden or Owen."

Clearly, they knew me and my friends. That really doesn't shorten my list of suspects, though. The mystery was both worrisome and exciting.

The next morning, I opened my locker to find an envelope inside. How did it get in there? Inside the envelope was a business card sized piece of rainbow colored paper. It was a free one day trial to a gym downtown. All Inclusive Fitness. At first, I thought it was someone making fun of me for being small and weak. When I flipped the card over, it had writing on it. The same penmanship from the note. All it said was:

"Friday 8:50pm. Locker 69".

I quickly hid the card. I had an idea.

While changing at swim practice that afternoon, I pulled out my phone and sent the number a text, telling them I got the envelope. I watched the locker room, but no one's phone made a sound. No one made a move. Maybe their phone was off?

A reply came back quickly. "Great. See you then?" That just ruled out every suspect I had. Crap!

Friday evening, I told my parents I was going to a late movie with the guys from the swim team. I took the bus downtown, as I couldn't very well ask for a ride.

As I approached the gym, I was having second thoughts. My stomach was in knots. I noticed the gym closed at 9 pm. Why meet here to go somewhere else? Red flags were everywhere, but my strange desires were pushing me to go on.

I entered the lobby and approached the man at the desk. He appeared to be in his late twenties or very early thirties if I had to guess. He had short red hair and clearly spent lots of time at the gym. I could only dream of a body like that. No one would ever bully me at school with those muscles. Emma Thompson would be begging to date me!

He greeted me with a smile and said, "Welcome to All Inclusive Fitness. My name is Connor." I immediately realized that I had a problem. How was I supposed to tell this guy that I am supposed to be here for some secret messy bondage thing and don't even know with who? I just stood there like an idiot, holding out the brightly colored card. "I'm Brayden," I nervously squeaked out.

"Oh, you have a pass. Let me give you a tour, Brayden." Replied the red head as he put his arm around my shoulders and escorted me into the gym.

After a very brief tour of the facility, he finished with the men's locker room. It was spotless and smelled far better than the locker rooms at school.

He said, "I'll leave you here to get ready," as he walked away. Ready? Did he think I was getting changed to work out?

I stood there awkwardly for a moment before I remembered about the locker number. I darted down the rows until I found my target. It was unlocked. Inside was a folded piece of clothing with a pair of swim goggles and a note placed on top.

I unfolded the note. It was the same as the others. It read:

Congrats on being brave enough to make it this far. Let's have some fun. Put this on, and knell in the showers. Hands on your head. No peeking!"

I picked up the piece of clothing. It was a wrestling singlet. Hesitantly, I stripped down and put it on. It was tight and didn't leave much to the imagination. I couldn't help but think that the muscular ginger at the front desk would fill it out much better than my scrawny and pathetic frame.

Nervously, I walked into the large tiled shower area and got on my knees facing the wall. As I went to put the swim goggles on, I noticed they had been tampered with. The lenses had been painted black. Reluctantly, I put them on and plunged into darkness.

My heart was pounding, and my body was physically shaking. What had I gotten myself into?

TBC

[Red86]

Hum, I would say I'm generally not into gunge but having read one of your more recent short stories offline yesterday and seeing this one pop up, I decided to give this a read. I guess I need to read the back stories now

As for your poll, I voted for one chapter at a time. As much as I hate to admit it, I like the suspension with waiting for the next chapter for a little bit (a few days to a week or so, not months to a year kind of thing). Gives the reader something to look forward to vs reading in one go. Just my two cents.

[Wedgieboy69]

As for your poll, I voted for one chapter at a time. As much as I hate to admit it, I like the suspension with waiting for the next chapter for a little bit (a few days to a week or so, not months to a year kind of thing). Gives the reader something to look forward to vs reading in one go. Just my two cents.

I have always felt that way too. I released Owen's Revenge together, but it was only two chapters long. I did regret it a little after.

I have two more chapters written for this story already, and one more (the final one?) Part done. I think I will pace myself and release one every few days as originally planned.

[gag1195]

Reading with apprehension what is going to happen to the poor locker room of All Inclusive! Just kidding! This is certainly an interesting set up!

[The slave]

Great start

[Wedgieboy69]

Reading with apprehension what is going to happen to the poor locker room of All Inclusive! Just kidding! This is certainly an interesting set up!

Being that this is in the stories for everyone section, it's going to end up being one of the most PG thing to ever happen within those legendary walls

[Wedgieboi23]

Love youre stories huge fan here. Cant wait for ch 2 and more lol

[Wedgieboy69]

Chapter 2 - Sloppy Bliss

As I knelt down in the locker room showers, my anxious excitement quickly turned to fear and regret. What was I doing? I had lied to my parents, to go somewhere that no one knew I was, to meet someone who I potentially didn't even know. This was by far the stupidest thing I had ever done in my life.

I was about to get up and leave when I heard the door squeak open. I froze. I could hear footsteps in the locker area behind me. Had they noticed me in the shower area yet? Do I call out, like some stereotypical victim in a horror movie? What if it wasn't my person? What if it was the guy from the front desk, back to check on me? How would I explain what the hell I was doing kneeling down in a shower that wasn't on, wearing only this ridiculous wrestling singlet?

The footsteps got closer. I was startled by the sound of a computer altered voice. They must have been using one of those machines that you see in movies to disguise the voices of kidnappers making ransom calls. And not a very good quality one at that.

"Stand up," Cracked the staticy voice.

I slowly stood up, keeping my hands on my head. A hand gently grabbed my right arm and extended it outward. I felt rope being wound around it and tied snugly but not too tight. Next, the rope tightened as it was secured to a shower head. The process was repeated to the other arm.

As this was happening, I heard what sounded like two heavy buckets being set down nearby. Was there more than one person here with me?

"Spread your feet," instructed the eerie voice. More rope was used to lash each ankle to a wooden broom handle.

What felt like a sponge or piece of foam was shoved into my mouth. My tongue was pinned down, and my cheeks bulged out. Vet wrap was then wound repeatedly around my lower face, securing the stuffing inside my mouth. I tried making a sound, but almost no noise came out.

I was now stuck standing spread eagle and unable to call for help. I was defenseless to my unknown assailants. It was terrifying yet strangely exhilarating at the same time.

The voice spoke again. "Brayden Matthews! You have been such a brave little freshman so far, but are you brave enough to survive my mucky torture?"

I wasn't sure how to respond, so I hesitantly nodded my head slowly.

"We will see about that!" Cried the voice.

I felt a shaving cream pie smash against my face. The feeling was pure bliss.

Fingers started attacking my defenseless and very ticklish armpits. I wiggled and thrashed as much as my restraints would allow. My screams and begging were thwarted by my overstuffed gag. This went on for what felt like an eternity.

Next, I felt the back of my singlet being pulled away from my neck. A cold and lumpy goo began flowing inside.

As this was happening, a shaving cream pie squished against my butt.

This was followed by two balloons being shoved down the front of the singlet, making it look like I had big boobs. This caused my captor to giggle. They popped both balloons, and surprisingly, it felt gooey. Apparently, the balloons had been filled with shaving cream.

By this time, I was on cloud nine. All the different sensations were driving my senses crazy.

"Ready for the grand finale?" Asked a voice. They did not use the voice altering machine this time, but I was too over stimulated to notice.

Sloppy goo began flowing over my head and down my body. The feeling was amazing.

I felt a pie being smashed against my groin and rubbed around.

The swim goggles were pulled from my face. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the light. Standing in front of me was a teenage boy, maybe a year or two older than me. He was wearing a dark blue bathing suit. He was definitely not from the swim team. He did look familiar, but I wasn't sure. He was maybe slightly taller than me, but a little thinner. He had dark hair and a bit of a baby face. He was smiling, but his body language said he was nervous or anxious.

I just stared at him awkwardly until I noticed my reflection in the mirror behind him, across the locker room. I was an absolute mess. I was covered in green, slimy goop.

I finally realized that there must be a second person, as someone had just removed my goggles. I strained my neck to look around me. I could see someone at the edge of my peripheral vision, but not good enough to make them out.

I familiar voice cheerfully said, "Heeey Buuddyyy".

Nick Monaghan stepped into my field of vision. He was only wearing a red speedo. The muscular athlete was grinning from ear to ear. He looked very proud of his handy work.

The popular junior approached me and wiped the gunge off my face with a towel.

"Ok, we will see you in the morning," said Nick. As he pretended to turn and walk away.

I began protesting incoherently from my sponge gag filled orifice. My swim team teammate laughed as he came back and unwound the vet wrap from around my head. He used his thumb and index finger to pry the speech proof stuffing from my mouth.

"How was that?" Asked Nick with a smile.

I tried to act as chill and composed as I could as I replied, "it was ok."

The other boy laughed at this. Nick looked at me in disbelief as he roared, " Ok?! Only ok?! Bullshit! You looked like you were in heaven!"

Reluctantly, I admitted," ok, it was pretty amazing!"

Nick looked much more serious as he addressed me this time. "Alright, Brayden, we need to have a little talk. What happened here can never leave this room. Ever! You have to promise to protect our secret forever. I am serious!"

"I promise," I replied.

"Good, because Mark here has a video of you enjoying every minute of that. If you break our trust, your dirty little secret becomes the next viral video, "warned Nick.

Mark? That's who the misery kid was! "You're Skidmark! You're Owen's brother! You work at the grocery store!" I blurted out.

Mark's face and body language instantly changed to annoyed. "I prefer Mark," grumbled the nerdy teen.

"Sorry," I awkwardly apologised.

"Let’s get you cleaned up so we can move on to the next part," said Nick.

"What's the next part?" I curiously asked.

Mark enthusiastically replied in "Our turn!"

TBC


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[Red86]

Atleast it was a familiar face and team mate not out to exploit him. I'll give anyone credit that could walk into an unknown situation and go with it, not knowing who is going to tie you up and what they might do to you. Sounds like he's got some friends to have fun with especially since it's their turn!

[Wedgieboy69]

Chapter 3 - Gameshow Gunge

"Let's get the little twerp cleaned up," instructed Nick. Both of them walked away from me in opposite directions. 

"You need to untie me first," I called out. 

Instead of freeing me, they simultaneously turned on the showers on either side of me. My captors then adjusted the aim of the showerheads to hit me with a tsunami of ice cold water from all directions. 

"Rookies don't get hot water!" Teased Nick.

After thoroughly being rinsed off, Nick untied my shivering body, while Mark brought me a towel. 

Mark explained their plan to me. Apparently, the reason that I was invited to join their messy fun was to help fulfill a scenario that they had wanted to do for some time. 

The two of them were going to pretend to be contestants on a trivia game show with messy consequences. The concept loosely mimicked a kids' tv show from when we were younger. They would be tied up, then asked trivia questions. Right answers get your opponent slimed. Wrong answers earn you a shaving cream pie to the face. The first one to get 3 right wins. 

My role was to ask the questions and administer the mess. 

Five buckets of slimy goop were lined up in a row. Next, ten paper plates were filled with shaving cream. 

"Ok, I will show you how to tie us up on Mark, then you will do the exact same on me, " instructed Nick. 

"Wait, why am I first? Why can't I teach him?!" Protested Mark. 

"Because last time you tried to tie someone up, they got free and kicked your butt! Now, kneel down on the floor, Nerd!" Jokingly teased the jock. 

Mark gave his friend a dirty look but knelt down on the cold shower floor as instructed. 

"First, we are going to wrap the rope around his ankles, then tie it off. We don't want it too tight. We don't want to cut off circulation. Then wrap it around the wrists like this, and tie it off, "Instructed Nick." 

Once completed, Mark was sitting on his knees, with his arms behind his back and connected to his ankles. 

"Is this illegal? Are we going to get in trouble?" I nervously asked Nick. 

"No, why would it be? Just because people would think we are weird for liking this doesn't make it illegal or wrong, just potentially embarrassing if people found out. " Replied Nick. 

"The gym doesn't care we are here?" I asked. 

"Nope! My brothers and I have been coming here since it opened. I started working here part-time about six months ago. My boss Connor is cool. He understands that people have different interests. He doesn't judge, "explained Nick. 

Nick sat down on his knees beside his friend, then instructed me to begin tying him up. This was crazy! This popular and athletic junior was willing to let me, a nerdy freshman, tie him up. This went against every unwritten rule or code that I had ever known. I was mind blown and a little giddy. 

It took me a couple of attempts, but eventually, I was able to execute something that resembled what Nick had demonstrated on his friend. 

"How is that?" I asked.

"Not bad, but we will need to work on your rope skills for the future," replied Nick after testing his bonds. 

Mark spoke up,"Alright, just trying to have fun with it. Do your best cheesy game show host impression. " 

I snapped both of their swim goggles over their eyes and picked up the stack of board game trivia cards. I took a deep breath and put on a fake smile. 

"Welcome to Bound To Be Messy! The game show that's bound to be messy! I'm your host, Brayden Bondage. Let's meet today's contestants. On the blue team, we have Messy Mark, and on the red team, we have knotted Nick. They are playing for todays grand prize, their dignity!" I rhymed off. 

"That was pretty good," said Mark. 

Nick asked, "Did you just come up with that now?"

I replied, "ya, was it cheesy enough for you?" Both of them just nodded in agreement. 

Now, I am not going to bore you with every little detail of each question because we could be here for a while. Here is the cliffs notes version.

The first question was for Nick. It was a music question, and he got it wrong. He looked anxious yet excited as I smashed the pie in his face. 

Mark got a basketball question. I could tell Nick knew the answer. Unfortunately, Mark did not. Although I know he probably enjoyed the pie in the face, I could tell he was disappointed. He really wanted to beat his friend. 

For round two, the speedo clad swimmer got his state capitals mixed up and earned himself another pie to the face. By this point, I was getting more comfortable and a little cocky. I smushed the pie around, then left the plate on top of his head for him to try and snake off. 

Mark aced an easy one about the solar system for the first sliming of the game. My inexperience proved messy, as I dumped the bucket of blue colored goo over Nick's head way too fast. The slick slimy slop splattered off of the athletes' dirty blond locks, covering myself and the surrounding area in the process. 

Round three was a bust, with both contestants getting pied for wrong answers. I was starting to worry that we would run out of pies or time at this rate. 

In round four, Nick finally got on the scoreboard while showing off his supreme knowledge of chick flicks.

Disaster struck as I scurried across the slime covered shower with the bucket destined for Mark. I slipped and crashed down hard on the tile floor, landing on my back. The thick green slime that I had been carrying now covered my face and chest. 

After a moment to recover and clean up, I grabbed another bucket of green goo and carefully made my way to my nerdy target. Learning from my earlier mistake, I ever so slowly poured the slimy slop over his tousled dark brown mop. I moved the stream of goo around, making sure to evenly coat his whole head and upper body. I could tell that Mark was enjoying every last second of his mucky consequences.

Quick to return the favor, the sci-fi junkie nailed a Star Wars question, sending the second bucket of goop his friends' way.

The translucent purple liquid enveloped the jock, who was now giggling like a schoolgirl. 

Round five started with a surprising upset as our resident athlete Nick struck out on a baseball question that even I knew. I thought the whole world knew what team won back to back world series in 1992 and 93?!

Mark seemed a little unsure with his answer to a biology question. I decided to drag out the anticipation as long as I could. I didn't say a word as I  picked up both a pie and a bucket and walked behind both contestants. 

In my best cheesy announcer voice, I announced, "Messy Mark, your answer is......"

TBC



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[harveygasson]

Great stuff so far

[Nightly Binds]

This has been quite the intriguing premise, lets see where it goes.

[Wedgieboy69]

Chapter 4 - No Pain, No Gain

In my best cheesy announcer voice, I announced, "Messy Mark, your answer is...... CORRECT!"

I slowly poured the thick red goop over Nick's head. This caused the jock to moan and curse in defeat while simultaneously sending his lanky competitor into as much of a victory celebration as his bonds would allow.

Once freed, Mark wasted no time rubbing in his victory, as he quite literally rubbed a pie in his still bound friend's face. Despite his competitive nature, Nick did seem gracious in defeat. Or as gracious as he could be, knowing that the wager placed between the two friends was about to lead to more torment and humiliation for him.

Mark went off to the side to take a nice warm shower while I treated our bound acquaintance to the same frigid tsunami that I was subjected to earlier. "Dumb jocks that suck at trivia don't get hot water," I teased.

Nick didn't say anything back, but he did give me a look that said it all. I knew I was going to pay for my cockyness eventually, but I was too busy enjoying the moment to care.

Once both contestants had cleaned up, Mark untied Nick. He repurposed the rope to tie the jocks hands together in front of him, using the remaining length of rope as a lead to pull his "trophy" along.

As Nick was led across the locker room, he started to try and talk his way out of the consequences of their friendly wager. "It's getting late. We should probably save this for next time. Brayden probably has to get home. Connor will probably be mad that we are still here, "tried Nick.

"Zip it, Nicky! I have waited since we were kids to finally beat the great Nicolas Monaghan at anything! I am going to enjoy every last second of this," jokingly replied Mark.

Mark picked up Nick's gym bag and then led his friend across the gym. They headed directly to a tall framed machine with a tee handle attached to a cable and pulleys. I am no gym rat, but I believe it is used to pull down the handle, which lifts weights.

The elated nerd wasted no time tying his friends wrists and ankles to the corners of the framework. He made sure to triple check his knots.

Next, Mark dug through the smelly gym bag and pulled out Nick's phone and air pods. He placed the air pods in the jock ears and held the phone screen up to his face to unlock it.

"We shouldn't do this. My boss will freak out if we damage a machine, "whined the bound athlete.

Mark didn't respond. He just fished a well-used and sweat stained sock from the gym bag, then forcibly shoved it in his captive's mouth. The ill behaved jock growled into his toe flavored gag while trying to spit it back out. Mark wasted no time clamping his hand over Nick's mouth.

I found a roll of vet wrap in the gym bag and tossed it over to Mark. The nerd wasted no time wrapping up Nick's head from chin to forehead, missing only his nose. Mark then started to smirk as he played with his friend's cell phone. "Baby shark on repeat," announced Mark with a smile.

Seeing the mighty jock willingly bound and vulnerable, in only his speedo was still mind blowing. I say willingly because let's face it, the athletic teen towers over both of us scrawny twerps. He actually has muscles. Being completely honest, he could probably pummel both of us without breaking a sweat. Yet he is still humble and brave enough to trust us to do this to him. This still blows my mind.

While I was distracted by my thoughts, Mark casually pulled a rotten old Nike basketball shoe from the gym bag. He snuck up behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug. I struggled to break free as he clamped the rancid sneaker over my face. The vinegary stench was nauseating. I coughed and gagged as the fumes burned my lungs.

"That's for calling me Skidmark early, Freshman!" teased Mark before letting me go.

As I gasped for fresh air, the vengeful nerd attacked his bound and defenseless friend by tickling Nick's vulnerable armpits. The bound jock roared as he bucked and thrashed against his restraints.

Eventually, the nerdy nemesis tired of that torture and moved on to the next phase in his evil plan. After struggling to pull the machines tee handle down on his own, Mark shouted for me to "stop standing there like an idiot and help." It took two scrawny weaklings working together, but we were able to pull the bar down far enough and fish it through the leg holes of the incapacitated jock's speedo. Realizing what we were planning, Nick started begging and screaming incoherently. Despite his protests, we slowly released the tee handle, sending the stretchy swimwear skyrocketing up our friends' backside.

"Well, we better go clean up. You just wait here, "taunted Mark as he motioned for me to follow him back to the locker room.

As we started cleaning up the mess that we had made in the showers, Mark eyed the remaining pail of slime and unused pies. "It would be a shame for this to go to waste. Are you up for round two, freshman?"asked Mark.

"Heck ya!" I enthusiastically replied.

I picked up one of the pairs of swim goggles that had been discarded on the shower floor and put them on.

Mark picked up a pie before flipping over an empty pail for me to sit on. As I sat down, I let out a moan as I felt a strange and unexpected sensation. My sneaky associate has placed the pie down on the bucket as I was sitting down. Mark thought that this was quite funny, apparently.

Before I could completely recover from the strange new squishy sensation, I was hit in the face by the second pie. Mark made sure to swirl it around before sticking the used paper plate to my chest. With the shaving cream now covering my goggles, I didn't see the last two pies coming, as they simultaneously splatted against both sides of my head.

"Get ready for the slime!" Said Mark, right before I felt the goopy liquid slowly cascading down my head and over my face. The thick red gunge gradually traveled down my body before loudly dripping and dropping on the tile floor below me.

Although the element of being tied up was missing from this session, it was still an amazing feeling.

While I cleaned up with a nice hot shower (please don't tell Nick about that part), Mark made quick work of cleaning up our mess and hiding the supplies away in the janitor's closet.

While we cleaned up, I attempted to make small talk with Mark. Despite being quite socially awkward, he really opened up and became talkative. He told me about when they were little, and they would be bratty and provoke Nick's older brothers for fun. This would often result in the younger boys being tied up and gagged. When the pair were in middle school, they watched a messy kids' game show on tv. This inspired the tweens to begin doing messy dares and bets. Once they got to high school, the former best friends drifted apart. Nick had sports, and Mark had gaming and, well, being bullied relentlessly. Still, the pair tried to find time to relive the good old days in secret.

I also realized that Mark was a fairly normal kid who had unfortunately attracted the unwanted attention of the school's many bullies back when he was a freshman. I couldn't help but relate to this.

As we were changing into our street clothes, we heard a commotion in the gym. As we ran out of the changeroom, neither of us was expecting to find what we had walked right into. Attacking our bound and defenseless friend were two large men.

TBC



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[Scottstud94]

I enjoy how much backstory is to these characters, keep up the good work!

[Red86]

I have to admit, not really being into gunge (I knew about it but never really paid any mind to it) I'm slowly changing my view about it after having a few good laughs at this story. Idk if I'd incorporate it into my real life kinks but this has been a fun story to read so far!

Now who are these two large men, way are they attacking Nick and what will Brayden and Mark do, if anything other then join Nick in being attacked

[Nightly Binds]

Uh oh ! something is going on now ! very curious about the next update!

[Wedgieboy69]

I have to admit, not really being into gunge (I knew about it but never really paid any mind to it) I'm slowly changing my view about it after having a few good laughs at this story. Idk if I'd incorporate it into my real life kinks but this has been a fun story to read so far!

Gunge was one of my earliest kinks from my youth. I outgrew it by my late teens. It wasn't till someone requested a story with gunge, and speedos or wrestling singlets a while ago that I really thought about it again, and wrote swim team hell. I wanted another trip back to the innocence of youth, so I started this series. I agree, I will probably not add this to my to do list any time soon, but it's still kinda fun to think about, and to write.

Once I work through this writers block that I am stuck with, I will get the final chapter posted.

[Wedgieboy69]

Chapter 5 - Facing The Final Boss

As we ran out of the changeroom, neither of us was expecting to find what we had walked right into. Attacking our bound and defenseless friend were two large men.

Both Mark and I stopped dead in our tracks. Frozen in fear, we could only look on in horror.

Nick was screaming into his rancid foot flavoured gag while bucking and thrashing wildly against his unforgiving restraints.

The red-headed Adonis from earlier had returned and brought with him reinforcements. The muscular ginger had seemingly recruited a dark-haired accomplice.

Connor was mercilessly tormenting our poor friends' vulnerable and very ticklish armpits. The unnamed attacker was tickling Nick's exposed ribs with one hand. The other hand was holding the chemical warfare level footwear from earlier against our nauseated friend's nose. The exposed parts of Nick's face looked almost green as he unsuccessfully tried to break free of his bonds.

Finally realizing that we were watching them, the dastardly duo quickly halted their inhumane assault.

Connor looked at us and said, "Thank you for your human sacrifice to the gym gods," before doing a karate style bow.

Judging by the way that Connor and his friend were dressed and how they were acting, I suspect that they had been drinking and had probably been out at a bar or club tonight.

The slightly inebriated ginger grabbed Nick by the chin and looked directly into his vet wrap covered eyes. I think I heard Connor whisper, "a couple more years till you can play with the big dogs, pup."

The dark-haired man looked over at us and said, "Sorry to intrude on your fun. We were just passing by and saw the lights still on. We just wanted to make sure everything was okay. "

"Let's go, Liam." Said Connor, "These kids have given me an idea. "

As the muscular gym owner literally dragged his friend out the door, we both dashed over to Nick. He was soaked in sweat and still out of breath. Mark feverishly unwound the vet wrap covering his face, while I hurried to untie him from the metal frame. Once Mark had pried the saliva soaked sock from our friend's mouth, the nerdy teen sounded genuinely concerned as he asked, "Are you okay?"

The jock didn't say a word. He just had a stupid grin on his face. Any doubt that he enjoyed the torment from his boss and mentor was shattered by one look at his stretched swimwear.

As Nick started heading back toward the locker room to clean up and change, Mark smiled at me, then stopped him. "The freshman was making fun of you in the locker room while we were cleaning up, and he had a hot shower", Said our nerdy friend.

"What?! No! What the heck, Mark?!" I cried.

"Is this true, twerp?" Boomed the athlete.

"No! Well, I mean... I wasn't making fun of you..... and it wasn't that warm!" I nervously studered.

"You know the punishment for hot water, rookie!" Replied the athletic junior.

"But we aren't even at swimming!" I protested.

"True, but I am just a dumb jock that's bad at trivia, so I don't understand that," teased Nick.

Clearly, my cockyness had not gone unnoticed by my upperclassmen. In retrospect, I clearly had it coming. I had to know that the juniors wouldn't miss an opportunity to teach me a lesson, especially if it meant an opportunity to tie me up in the process.

The muscular jock put his hand on the back of my neck and guided me through the locker room. I was nervous yet a little excited.

Nick used a length of rope to bind my wrists and forearms behind my back, in a web of rope and knots. This was followed by the broom handle tied to my ankles as a makeshift spreader bar again. Next, the jock took the end of the rope that was binding my wrists and tied it to a pipe above me. This pulled my arms higher up behind me, forcing me to bend over.

At this point, Nick went to shower while Mark was left to take care of me.

"Rat!" I barked angrily at my traitorous new friend.

"Oh, come on! Admit it, you are loving it, freshman, " smiled Mark.

Ok, he wasn't wrong, but that's not the point! I began to worry as he started searching through Nick's rancid gym bag. Sure enough, he produced the mate to the biohazardous tubesock from earlier.

"No! Please, Mark! Come on!" I pleaded.

To my dismay, the nerd held the cheesy garment up to my face. I tried to clamp my mouth shut, but the fumes caused me to cough and gag. Mark seized the opportunity and packed my oral orifice with the foot flavored wad.

Surprisingly, no tape followed. None was needed. A simple threat of the puke worthy running shoe being tied to my face if I dare spit out the sweat soaked sock was more than enough encouragement to behave. A pair of well-used compression shorts were slipped over my head to both blind me as well as further attack my sense of smell.

After a while of being stuck in this position, my shoulders and back started to get sore. Fortunately, Nick had finally finished getting ready. The duo freed me from my predicament.

As we walked out of the locker room for the final time, the muscular jock playfully put me in a headlock while messing up my hair with his free hand. "How was your first strappado tie, twerp?" Asked Nick.

Rather embarrassed, I admitted, "it was ok, I guess."

"Good, because next time, I'd like to try it with an atomic wedgie and some mess if you're ok with that," replied my athletic friend.

The ride home was spent further debriefing and critiquing the evening's events. My two older associates spoke very openly and freely about their thoughts. I, however, was still very shy and a little embarrassed by the topics. I was still trying to wrap my head around all these new feelings and emotions that surrounded these secret desires that I was still coming to terms with.

Now I lay here wide awake in bed. My brain is still going a million miles an hour. I have just replayed the whole ordeal in my head from start to finish. I relived every touch, sound, and smell that my senses experienced.

I hope that Nick and Mark liked having me there. I think I did a good job being the game show host? I wasn't actually that cocky or bratty, right? Will they ever invite me to join them again? If not, would I ever find more friends that share this deep, dark secret of mine? What other scenarios and role plays did I want to try next?

THE END....??????




Well folks, that's the end of this series. Thanks for following along and encouraging me with your comments. It's been a lot of fun writing about the innocents of youth, while also taking a trip back to messy interests from my own youth.

Thanks to the legendary @gag1195 for lending me his gym and characters for this story. For those not familiar with his work, you owe it to yourself to give it a read.

I am not sure what I will work on next, but I will be sure to let all of you know once it's published on here. As always, I am open to suggestions and ideas.


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[Nightly Binds]

That was Fun story, thanks for sharing

[gag1195]

A fun little story indeed! Though now I feel a bit bad for poor Liam and those dastardly plans his hunky boyfriend is now planning for him!

[Wedgieboy69]

A fun little story indeed! Though now I feel a bit bad for poor Liam and those dastardly plans his hunky boyfriend is now planning for him!

I'd love to read about them!

[Red86]

Gunge was one of my earliest kinks from my youth. I outgrew it by my late teens. It wasn't till someone requested a story with gunge, and speedos or wrestling singlets a while ago that I really thought about it again, and wrote swim team hell. I wanted another trip back to the innocence of youth, so I started this series. I agree, I will probably not add this to my to do list any time soon, but it's still kinda fun to think about, and to write.

While it wasn't kink, I am often reminded of the Nickelodeon show from my youth where contestants were seatbelted to a chair and hit with a pie or green slim was dropped on them. Was quite surprised when I learned it was a kink that people were into after I got into the bondage world some years later. Wasn't my thing so I never really paid it much mind until now. Fun to read but since it's a freaking mess to clean up, I think I'll stick to non messy bondage fun for real life

After reading Owen's revenge and finding my way to this story, I honestly can say I enjoyed reading your stories and when I have a little extra time, I want to go back and read your other two stories!

[Wedgieboy69]

After reading Owen's revenge and finding my way to this story, I honestly can say I enjoyed reading your stories and when I have a little extra time, I want to go back and read your other two stories!

I hope you enjoy them. Let me know what you think of them. Although I love freshmen hell because it's my first story, I do feel that the newer stories are more well written. I like to think that my skills hopefully got better with experience. I may have to go back and re write freshman hell again one day.

[blackbound]

Wow, managed to completely miss this despite your tag.

On the plus side, I get to read it all in one go!

A very fun and wholesome tale, despite the brief moment of potential danger between the last two chapters - I enjoyed it.

[Red86]

I hope you enjoy them. Let me know what you think of them. Although I love freshmen hell because it's my first story, I do feel that the newer stories are more well written. I like to think that my skills hopefully got better with experience. I may have to go back and re write freshman hell again one day.

Might take me a few weeks before I decide to tackle reading them. Been goofing around to much lately and I haven't been keeping up with day to day stuff. But I'll definitely let you know when I do.

As with anything in life, the more you do said thing, the more you improve. It's entirely up to you whether you'd want to re write it or not. I personally think reading stories and seeing how the author has improved their skills over time is interesting. You see the writer grow as they write!