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%
 
Total votes: 111

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Very exciting chapter!

It's good to see Nick taking some of Steven's big insecurity out of his head, I hope now he's focusing more on listening and obeying Nick, andn't worrying too much about what he wants with that

Why do I identify with Steven so much about being tiny compared to alphas? :lol:

And unfortunately I'm as lost as Steven about the fact of Jawbreaker :roll:, I have some ideas, but I don't know all the ways that the word can be used in English
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My guess is that jawbreaker comes from all the heavy moans they make when he fucks them?
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I think the Jawbreakers has something to do with Nick fucking a person and because he is so big they clench their teeth so hard it feels like they'll break?
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I would have to presume the same as ShadowHusky, other than that I have no idea.
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[mention]ShadowHusky[/mention] The teeth-clenching hypothesis is pretty amusing and imaginative.
Unfortunately, you guys are all wrong...and part of me is hoping it'll stay that way 8-)

It should be an interesting eye opener for some of you, as I'm sure it'll be for Steven as well.

Really happy to see the votes continuing to pile up!
As a disclaimer to ward any potentially-offendable first time readers who made it this far, I did mention (once or twice) that this story was the most graphic and sexually explicit piece of literature on the forum.
Before I continue further into the storyline, I wanna say it again: if you don't like porn and if you don't like reading about sex, then don't continue.

If you're reading this as a forum guest, keep in mind that it takes only a few seconds to sign up and start posting on here. Chapter 74 will be out very shortly. Have fun, guys!
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I've been thinking about that 'jawbreaker' mystery for long enough, so have to admit I can't see WTF you mean too :?:
Great last three chapters, literally frustrating moments but I guess that's on purpose ;)
I do get hard with anticipation because Nick says exciting stuff like 'I always wanted to put my cock into your mouth' and then he does or say things that would put me off but Steven accepts... and Steven backs out so quicky when Nick tries something I'd sure let him try harder :lol:

Good thing that epic - a safe bet - weekend will unlock some of that. Can't wait for that!

My turn to tease: something in those three last chapters unlocked my stalled creativity. Saw the pic as soon as I read it, a pic I'm sure you'll like :twisted:
Just can't finish anything I started lately, but this one will come fast.
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Love the past couple chapters of Nick dominating Steven without tying him up (even though that's what this site is for :lol: ). I think my desire to be tied up is more of a submissive want then it is a stand-alone fetish.

My thoughts were pretty similar to ShadowHusky on the meaning of jawbreaker. Maybe Nick is so big, he stretches mouths so much that it feels like you broke something when they stretch? Or maybe something to do with his big nuts? I'm stumped. Can't wait to find out.
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[mention]GoBucks[/mention] You're getting warmer, but I'm looking for something more specific than that 8-)
Glad you're still loving these bondage-free moments! Steven's tale has always been a little out of place on this forum. It would probably fit a lot better in a literotica database. Having said that, I've managed to create over 120 chapters of this, mainly because of continued support from the membership here, so you and I are not the only ones who appreciate bondage as a means to an end ;)
LK3869 wrote: 5 years ago My turn to tease: something in those three last chapters unlocked my stalled creativity. Saw the pic as soon as I read it, a pic I'm sure you'll like :twisted:
Just can't finish anything I started lately, but this one will come fast.
Hey bud! Hhmmm...I'm getting to know you a bit better 8-) So I'm willing to place a somewhat confident bet that you were hooked on the image of poor Steven being held on a leash by big, hunky Shawn. I may be way off the mark though.
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bondagefreak wrote: 5 years ago So I'm willing to place a somewhat confident bet that you were hooked on the image of poor Steven being held on a leash by big, hunky Shawn. I may be way off the mark though.
No you're not... So much for surprising you! Am I that transparent? :lol:
Nick will be there too, double dose of 'big hunky'. Like a sandwich for tender meat Stephen.
(It's early in the morning, I'm hungry :D )
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I feel like the reason Nick's cock is called the Jawbreaker is 'cus it's huge, stretches the jaws out, and you can suckle on it for hours and it'll never go down and your mouth'll just get tired of having this thing plugging it, let alone your throat. So it's not just the size, but the fact since it's the domination keeping him hard and not the stimulation, he can sit there for hours plugging your mouth and throat with his cock and no matter what you do to it to try and please him, it's never going to get him to reach his peak.
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That would be cool, sucking on a hot guys cock for many hours. No possibility you’ll be done in 5 minutes.
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And we have a winner! Bravo [mention]lengban[/mention] 8-)
You pretty much hit the nail on the head in the least sentence your wrote.
So it's not just the size, but the fact since it's the domination keeping him hard and not the stimulation, he can sit there for hours plugging your mouth and throat with his cock and no matter what you do to it to try and please him, it's never going to get him to reach his peak.
There is a relatively common sexual practice between M/F and M/M that involves using the bottom's throat, but I'll let Nick spill it out and explain it in his own time. We don't wanna scare off poor little Steevie now, do we?


[mention]LK3869[/mention] Transparent? Naahh. In truth, I was considering a few other options. I was mostly helped by the fact that there wasn't much action in the last three chapters and was also helped by the knowledge that you'd enjoy the "being held on a leash" part 8-) I can't wait to see what you come up with!
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Damn it, now I‘m too late for the mystery :roll:
Would be lying if I‘d say I‘d have known it. But the solution makes absolutely sense as it is something I can refer to from my Master too :o :lol:

Either way, I finally caught up after a long break of mine from reading not only that chapter, but from the forum activities in general.

I especially loved the long foot worshipping scene from Nick and Steven a few chapters ago. And as others pointed out, I do really love the fact that Nick is now more caring about what Steven goes through while the story progresses...it‘s still forceful (to a certain point) but Nick seems more to be more acting like a somehow caring Dom for Steven.

And it‘s incredible how I can refer to Steven...not only my likings and fetishes are pretty similar to mine, but also his acting somehow...though I‘m not sure I‘d be whining about the jock‘s footstink so often ;-)

Like the addition of Shawn to the storyline...with his young, cocky, Bully-attitude. Reminds me of someone...Master [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] knows who :? :lol:

Thanks for the awesome story, Sir.
I‘m really looking forward to so much more to come.
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The relationship between Nick and his little bondage slave is getting more and more sexual. Steven has gone a long way from his very first time being bound and gagged by his alpha friend. Now that they... sealed the deal, I wonder what else can Nick do to make Steven his property... Anyway, I love the story! :)
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bondagefreak wrote: 5 years ago And we have a winner! Bravo @lengban 8-)
You pretty much hit the nail on the head in the least sentence your wrote.
Hoorah! Is there a prize for winning? ;)

Jokes aside, it's funny, I 'sympathize' in a way about oral things not pleasing me much like Nick, but I know that I get caught in the same mindset as Steven a lot, where I feel useless if someone I happen to be trying to please, in any sense of please, take that how you will, isn't brought to a state of completion? I feel useless, like nothing I did was good enough and start questioning if it was even worth me trying. It's really easy for submissive types to get into their own heads and over think things I believe, and even knowing it's happening isn't always enough to knock you out of it.
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[mention]sniffingyoursocks[/mention] Welcome back, babe.
[mention]squirrel[/mention] Glad to hear you're still reading this, bro!

[mention]lengban[/mention] Yes, we all get a prize!
Look at what [mention]LK3869[/mention] has prepared for us this morning 8-)

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This is an incredible visual depiction of the events occurring in Chapter 70 (I've inserted it into the chapter), where Nick forces Steven to give his cousin a foot massage. More specifically, this is the scene where Nick hands a cuffed, gagged and leashed Steven over to Shawn's care. Notice the belt around Steven's neck, being held by Shawn.

Incredible, don't you guys think?

[mention]LK3869[/mention]'s black and white sketches of Nick, Steven and Shawn can also be found on his art thread, here: http://www.tugstories.com/viewtopic.php ... 085#p16085


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[mention]LK3869[/mention] this depiction is brilliant, and perfectly enhances this story. This is one of my favourite parts of the story where Nick 'prepares' Steven for his cousin and then hands him over to his cousin. lol.

Love the detail you drew in how Steven is looking at Nick with anger knowing what he is going to have to endure! And lastly how Shawn is already exercising his dominance with the grip of the belt....The detail on the characters both in size and body actions, and facial expressions brings the reader closer to the story!

These works of art only enhance and make an already epic story to yet another level. Thanks to you both for the story and the artwork! Always addicted to this :D Does Stockholm syndrome mean anything to you? :lol:
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socjuc wrote: 5 years ago Does Stockholm syndrome mean anything to you? :lol:
It does, of course! :mrgreen: Seeing 'violence' and humiliation as a show of attention/affection/care is a basic for guys like us - still hard to figure out how much of Steven there is in our writter here- and self-degradation is indeed self-celebration. But Steven certainly doesn't feel it that way...

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That is indeed a wonderful prize! @LK3869 did an amazing job and we all get to enjoy it, so thank you very much for that. Looks wonderful, man, keep up the awesome job!
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OH DAMN! What an incredible capture, [mention]LK3869[/mention] !!! Amazing work.

It fits that story so good. Keep going!
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Chapter 74 - The Departure


I must've been more tired than I thought, 'cause I didn't remember Nick getting up to leave for work and didn't recall hearing Shawn leave the house either. Sure enough though, both jocks were gone and it took me a while to realise that it was already 10 AM and that Nick would be home and ready to leave in less than two hours.

I still had some stuff to pack and get ready, but I was feeling sorta lazy and decided to stay in bed for just a short while longer. The packing could wait, I told myself.


I slumped down on the large bed and just stuffed my face deep inside Nick's lofty pillow.
Expanding my lungs and allowing my nostrils to flare open, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, relishing the fact that I could pick up my lover's scent, even though he wasn't in the room with me.

I have to admit, after our little talk last night, I definitely felt better and felt a little more secure about myself.
Nick didn't really come off as the intellectual type, but he was right about one thing.
I did tend to overthink things too much, and often ended up seeing clouds where there were none.
I had to stop that.



Looking at my phone and using the wireless network connection Nick had setup, I quickly logged into my e-mail and checked my inbox to see whether or not Jeremy had responded to the short e-mail I'd sent him a few days ago.

Yes! He had!

I opened up the e-mail labeled as "Re: Hey", but my smile quickly dissipated as I started reading the words contained in the message he'd sent me.
It read:


"Steven,

Jeremy can't talk to you right now. He's being punished.
You'll see him on the weekend.

Brad"



WHAT...the fuck!?

Nick was by definition "controlling and domineering", but he didn't stop me from talking to friends and certainly DIDN'T monitor my e-mails!

God! It must be total HELL living with a guy like Brad!
He was obviously some kind of control freak.
I didn't care what Nick or Jeremy had to say, something was wrong with that guy.

Having Shawn tag along for the weekend, REALLY wouldn't be such a bad thing after all, I thought to myself.



Scampering out of bed, I quickly jumped in the shower and started cleaning myself up.

I couldn't get the e-mail out of my head.
Why was Jeremy being punished? And why the hell was Brad checking his e-mails?!

I'd have to be careful from now on. With Brad checking Jeremy's e-mails, I'd have to make doubly sure I didn't write anything that could get me or my friend into trouble. Making Jeremy's life harder was the LAST thing I wanted to do. The little guy had enough on his plate without me adding to it.

Whatever he had done to deserve this punishment, I vowed to find out about it this evening.




The rest of the morning went by quickly, a little TOO quickly in fact.
I'd been preparing our stuff for days now, but when Nick arrived home at around 11:45 AM, I was still scrambling to get my things ready.


Thankfully, the blond Alpha was in a really good mood today.

He walked in, wearing his huge, puffy parka and his big, heavy work boots.
Of course, he was tracking dirt and mud all over the floor and acting as though he couldn't give a fuck...which he didn't! And why would he anyways? He knew I'd just get down on my hands and knees to wipe his mess up.
After all, this was HIS floor and he could track as much dirt onto it as he wanted to.

Sometimes he'd actually walk over and track mud right on the spot I was cleaning.
When I first moved in, I actually thought he was doing so on purpose, to humiliate me.
But then it took me a few days to recall who I was dealing with. Nick wasn't intentionally trying to mess with me. Nick was just being...Nick.

I was usually pretty quick to greet him at the front door when he came in.
I'd often get there in time to stop him from walking all over the floor with his boots.

That basically involved rushing to the front door and quickly getting on my hands and knees to take his boots off, BEFORE he managed to step out of the entranceway.

If I didn't get there on time or if I didn't make myself available to take his boots off, he'd just walk around all over the place and dirty the floor up with dirt and mud.

This was one of those times.



I would've normally been annoyed at his carelessness, but when the handsome, blue eyed hunk walked in the dining room, where I was busy sorting my clothes out, and just wrapped his big puffy arms around me, my heart nearly melted.


"Morning, babe." he mumbled, planting a kiss on the top of my head as he stood real close behind me.

I smiled and allowed myself to sink back against his towering body.
"I want you to pack some warm clothes. It's gonna be cold this weekend." he told me, giving me a hard smack on the butt before pulling away and heading for the living room.


The big, blond hunk plopped himself down on the living room couch and put his dirty boots up on the coffee table before taking his phone out of his work jeans.

"How was your day, Sir?" I asked, quickly walking up to where he was sitting and getting down on my knees to pull his heavy boots off.

"Pretty good. Just gotta text Shawn to ask him if he's ready to leave." he answered, not bothering to look up from his phone as he answered my question.

The first boot came off, and a rancid cloud of nauseating stench immediately spilled out and starting filling up the air. I held my breath, but still had to turn away as the sickeningly warm musk rushed out to greet my face.

Placing my handsome King's heavy work boot down on the floor, I reached over to pull off his second boot and gagged as more of the strong funk spilled out.


"Ugghm." I groaned under my breathe, unable to stop myself from crinkling my face and nose up into a look of pure disgust. The stench was unbearable!


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Nick didn't even care. He was wearing the same putrid pair of socks that he'd been wearing all week, and would probably be wearing them to the cottage this weekend, and to work next week as well.


The blond Alpha just crossed his huge, sock-clad feet back up on the coffee table and continued texting on his phone. I got up, grabbed his heavy boots with my fingertips, and banished them to the entryway closet for the weekend.

God, they stank!



"You ready to leave in a few minutes?" Nick asked, glancing my way as I walked back towards the living room.

"Yes, Sir." I answered. "I checked everything on our list, but I didn't pack your toothbrush or your shaving kit yet. I figured maybe you'd want to use those things before leaving. Everything else is downstairs." I explained, finishing off with a tired, out-of-breath sigh.
Nick raised an eyebrow as I spoke and ended up frowning before I even had time to finish.
"Relax." he scolded. "I'm not taking you to boot camp."

Once again, I was making a big thing out of nothing.
We were going up to a cottage for a few days, and here I was, stressing him out with my nonsense and rambling on about lists and whatnot.
I hate to say this, but sometimes I actually reminded myself of my mom.
She and I were alike in more ways than one.


Nick had a lot more to think about than I did. Yet, he didn't seem the least bit worried or stressed out about any of it. That was one of the things I'd always admired about him. He was confident, easy going and generally stress-free. He didn't weigh himself down with stupid thoughts and useless worrying.
In short, he knew how to have fun.



The muscular hunk had packed his clothes yesterday night, and I was just about finished packing my bags as well.
I'd brought the sleeping bags downstairs, sorted out the fishing gear, and made sure we had all our personal grooming accessories packed away as well.

"Alright. I'm gonna brush my teeth and change outta these clothes." the jock finally told me, quickly handing me the keys to his pickup. "Here. You go pack the truck. I'll be downstairs in a few minutes." he ordered.

I obeyed and immediately went downstairs to get started.



The pickup was big and very roomy.
It didn't require above-average organizational skills to get everything to fit in nicely.
Nick's sleeping bags, even rolled up, were bulky and took a LOT of space though. But apart from that, our luggage was relatively meager.


My handsome Master arrived in his basement garage about ten minutes later, by which time I was done packing and was sitting patiently in the pickup's passenger side seat.

The hunk walked into the garage, with his packsack slung over his shoulder, and quickly made his way towards the driver side door.


I could hardly take my eyes off him.

He was wearing his usual Reebok high-tops and his silky, dark blue nylon trackies.
His powerful torso was clad with a thick black hoodie, and he was wearing his super thick, super puffy The North Face parka on top of it.

He looked damn sexy wearing that thing. It made him look even more buff than he normally was.
Which, to put it simply, made him look absolutely HUGE!
The parka's exterior material was soft and shiny, which complimented his track pants almost a little too well.
And top that off with the fact that his puffy parka was dark blue in colour, creating a perfect match with his eyes.

Damn, he looked like a total jock!



Nick opened the driver side door and tossed his bag in the back, right behind my seat.
The inside of the pickup wasn't meant for storing a lot of stuff, but we still managed to fit a few things behind our seats. The rest was securely packed away in the roomy storage trunk at the rear end of the vehicle.


The pickup had three, or should I say, two front row seats. The third seat was just a much smaller folding seat in the middle of the two main ones. It was also equipped with a seatbelt, and could be popped open to connect both front seats together. When not in use, it was folded down and used as an armrest and beverage holder.

Between Nick's huge, parka-clad body, and Shawn's equally large stature, I had no idea how the three of us were gonna fit in here. But I had little doubt that I'd be the one that would end up squashed between the two once Shawn got in.



Nick sat down in his seat and closed the door. He looked at me, more precisely, at the long sleeved shirt I was wearing, and raised an eyebrow.
"I hope you packed some warmer clothes." he mumbled, frowning as he reached for his phone and started texting.

"Yeah, don't worry. I packed a sweater in case I get cold." I told him.
The jock was too busy texting to say anything, but from the way he was dressed, I couldn't help but scold myself for not bringing anything warmer than just a sweater.
I was either severely underdressed, or Nick was the one who was stupidly overdressed.
Not having checked the weather this morning, I came to the inevitable conclusion that it was probably the first of the two options.

The last two days had been so mild out! But I have to admit...since moving in with him, I hadn't been outdoors much, and as a result, hadn't been keeping track of the weather lately.

It was pretty chilly in the garage, but I'd be okay in the truck as long as the heat was turned on.




I got comfy in my seat, locked my door and buckled my seat belt up.
Nick was still texting.


"Want me to drive?" I smiled, trying to add some humour to the otherwise awkward moment of silence.
My offer to drive could've been interpreted as being impolite or sarcastic. But I was careful to keep my tone clean and kept the cheeky smile from disappearing off my face.

Nick didn't even bother looking at me though. "Tsk, yeah. That'll be the day..." he mumbled, brushing me off as though my offer to drive wasn't even worth considering.


I DID have a valid driver's license, but for some reason, Nick had always forbidden me to drive his truck, even in the past when we were just regular friends.
He had allowed Brad to drive it on plenty of occasions. But not me though. Never me.

It must've been another one of his dumb macho ideas about subs not being allowed to drive, or something.
I dunno...



I decided to just lay my head back on the leather headrest and silently wait for Nick to start the truck.


He spent a few more seconds texting, before finally buckling up and starting the ignition.

The hunky stud activated the remote attached to his rear-view mirror, and the garage door immediately opened up, quickly flooding the dark room with bright sunlight.
My heart nearly skipped a beat when I watched him grab his thick, leather gloves from the one of the side compartments, and casually slip them on, over his large, powerful hands.


The leather creaked loudly as Nick put his thick gloves on and pulled them up to his wrists.
The sexy blond jock curled his big hands into fists, making certain that the black leather molded his fingers tightly.

Extending his gloved hands and reaching for the dash in front of the steering wheel, he picked up his black sports cap and his brown, aviator style glasses, slipped them on and turned his head towards me before flashing me a cocky smirk.
He was INCREDIBLY hot, and worst of all, he knew it!


Nick took a few seconds to make sure I was okay before slowly driving out of the garage and using his remote to close it back up once we were clear of the driveway.
He turned the heat up to full, made sure the doors were locked, checked to see if I was properly buckled up and asked me whether or not I needed to stop somewhere to grab a bite.


Pretty soon, were on the road to adventure and making our way towards our first stop for the weekend; Shawn's place.
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I'm always excited to see new chapters, and this was a well-written one again. Gotta love the reference photo for Nick's big stinkers. Awesome job!
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Chapter 75 - The Wedge


Shawn was already standing outside and waiting for us by the time we arrived at his place.
He looked pretty handsome wearing his grey sweatpants, with his grey hoodie and his super thick Alpha Industries green bomber jacket.

The overly beefy, blond-haired stud walked towards the side of the truck where I was sitting and quickly opened the passenger side door to get in.

"Come on. Scoot over." Nick told me, pulling me in closer to him and forcing me to sit down in the narrow, pop-up seat between him and his cousin.


Shawn got in and managed to fit his large gym bag at the back of his seat, before closing the passenger side door buckling himself up.

"Hey bro." he said, greeting his cousin by extending his arm in front of me and connecting his clenched fist with Nick's. Shawn wasn't mean or anything, but he definitely didn't view me as an equal. That much was certain.

"Hey Steevie." he greeted, putting a hand on my head and ruffling my hair up before chuckling.
I was older than he was, yet he just sat here and ruffled my hair up like I was some upstart child!


"Did you bring the stuff I asked you to bring?" Nick asked his cousin, as we slowly drove towards the highway.

"Haha. Yeah, don't worry bro." Shawn immediately laughed, causing me to wonder what the two of them were talking about. Hmmm...I'd probably find out sooner or later.


I remained almost perfectly silent during the first half of the trip.
The guys put on some music, laughed and talked as though I wasn't even there.
I hate to say this, but part of me, a BIG part of me, actually enjoyed sitting there in silence.
I felt really safe and secure for some reason. And even though Shawn's presence made me feel a little nervous, with him being a total hunk and all, I felt really calm and at peace with myself during the trip.
I was slowly getting used to him, and as far as Nick's friends went, this one wasn't so bad.


I spent the next hour or so, quietly enjoying the fact that I was being sandwiched between the two incredibly muscular hunks. To my left, I had Nick and to my right, there was Shawn.

Both of their big jacket-clad arms rubbed against me, and they didn't seem overly concerned about giving me any room or leg space.

I tried making myself smaller, but even so, I felt really squashed and insignificant.
With the heat blowing in my face and the two big guys sitting on either sides of me, it was starting to get a little hot in the truck.


I was kind of apprehensive about seeing Brad again, but I knew things would be different this time.
It wouldn't be like last year. Not with Nick's relationship with me, and not with Shawn and Jeremy entering the picture. Things would be different.




After about an hour and a half of driving, we came across a small town and made a stop at the local grocery market.

We'd pick up some groceries for the weekend, and then we'd stop at a fast food joint to grab a bite.
From what I understood, Brad was also bringing some food up to the cottage, which meant we didn't have to worry too much about missing out on anything...especially not the beer!


The grocery store was smaller than the ones I was used to, but it still looked like there were a lot of people coming in and out of there.

Just across the street from the grocery store, I spotted a small diner.
Nick noticed it as well, and I knew he'd want to stop there to eat something before leaving town.


The town, although small, was a bustling center of commerce.
It was the only rest stop along the highway, for the next hundred kilometers or so.



Nick parked the truck under a large tree, on the edge of the parking lot behind the store.
I was about to offer to stay and the let the two cousins go shopping together, but Shawn beat me to it and told Nick he'd wait for us in the truck.

Being alone with Nick was okay. I just didn't wanna go in the store with the two cousins fooling around and doing something to humiliate me. Nick was a grown man in his late 20s, but he was still very much a boy at heart.



Nick and I got out, and made our way across the small parking lot before walking into the bustling shop.


As soon as the doors slid open, the familiar sound of items being scanned at the cash register, filled the air.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.


Nick grabbed a small basket and quickly began filling it up, picking out pretty much anything and everything that caught his eye. He told me to do the same and pick up some snacks for myself, but I had a lot of trouble putting stuff in his basket when I knew he'd be paying for it.
So instead, I just followed him around and allowed him to pick up a bunch of stuff for us to snack on.

When we arrived in the junk food aisle, I couldn't help but eye the Coca Cola bottles and turn to face my hunky, blond Master. "Can we get some coke?" I asked, practically pleading for his permission to get a bottle of the sugar-filled soda pop.

Nick was quick to shoot me down though.
"No." he immediately answered, making his way through the aisle without even looking at the soda bottles.

I looked down in disappointment, huffed a little and obediently followed, not willing to make a big scene out of this. He was right, this stuff was bad and I knew it.


I was a little surprised when the jock suddenly turned towards me and rolled his eyes.
"Alright. But only one liter." he told me, allowing me to go back and get a medium sized bottle of my favourite sugary drink.

He wasn't too happy about me drinking that stuff, but he couldn't help but chuckle and smile at my sudden mood change. I must've looked really silly to him, but I was happy now that I had my coke and was eternally grateful to him for allowing me to get a bottle.


One of the really good things about living with Nick, was that he really didn't cheap out on food.
He ate A LOT, and since I prepared most of the food he ate, I ended eating quite a bit as well.
In fact, I'd never eaten this well in my whole life!


It was a different world, altogether.
Whereas I was once putting together my weekly grocery list based on what was on sale in the supermarket flyers, I was now picking out stuff based on nutritional content rather than looking for low price tags.

I was still hard though, especially since this wasn't my money.
Nick knew I'd been raised in meager conditions. I mean, we always had food on the table and clean clothes to wear, but my parents weren't as well off as Nick's, and I hadn't been spoiled as a child.

Ever since I moved in with him, he'd been trying to break me of my habits.
Time and again, he would tell me to stop worrying about money and telling me that he knew how to budget himself. I guess I just wasn't used to shopping with someone who was that well off.



Walking around the grocery store, it didn't take long for me to realise that something was a bit strange.

Either, Nick and I looked out of place in the local population, or I was just being a little paranoid.
Maybe it was a mix of both...

It's just that, each time we crossed someone in an aisle, I became more and more self-conscious about myself.

I wasn't walking next to Nick, I was walking a step behind him.
When he spoke to me, I assumed an even more submissive posture and sorta kept my head down.

I tried talking to him as though we were just simple friends. But that was easier said than done.
I had trouble looking him in the eye, and wasn't able to keep my voice from trailing down into a low, submissive tone whenever he and I were talking.


He looked REALLY sexy in his blue nylon pants and big, puffy parka.
He'd taken his glasses off, but he was still wearing his smoking hot leather gloves.

Even in a big city, Nick was a serious head turner.
But here, in this town populated mostly by older people, the blond jock stood out like a sore thumb.



By the time we were ready to pass at the cash register, all I wanted was to leave the store and get away from the curious eyes of the townsfolk.
Nick on the other hand, didn't seem bothered at all.

Besides his high-end sports clothes and his technical, and dare I say, ridiculously thick expedition parka, the muscular blond hunk looked perfectly at home here.
It made sense, considering he'd always thrived on attention.
Being a bit of an introvert, I was probably making things up and misinterpreting the looks we were getting.
No one cared about us. Half the people in here were probably just passing by, much like we were.
And the thing is, I was the one eyeing everyone to see whether or not they were looking at me.

I really needed to chill.



When we passed at the cash register, we put our stuff on the rubber-lined conveyer belt and let the cashier get on with her work.


She was petite, and by all definitions, very pretty.

Her large, trendy glasses and long, wavy red hair gave her the allure of a naughty college girl.
She looked pretty sassy, and her name tag read "Mandy".


She greeted us and smiled, especially at Nick, who'd apparently caught her eye.

At first I didn't notice anything odd, but while I was putting our stuff inside the reusable bags we'd brought, I noticed she was giving Nick some rather...upfront signals.

Nick had always been a flirt. Wherever we'd go, he'd make girls blush...either with a wink, a look, or a smile.
But things were different now, or I least I thought they should be.
When I caught the jock winking her way and offering her a smirk that betrayed attraction, I felt as though a wooden stake had been driven through my heart.


I was jealous.

No, wait. Let me rephrase that.
I wasn't just jealous.

I was REALLY jealous!


The cashier licked her lips in a rather sensual manner and Nick responded by offering her a similar signal.

The exchange between the two only, lasted a few seconds, but in my mind, he might've as well slept with her!


I felt hurt. Betrayed.



We left the store and walked back to the truck, Nick leading the way and me walking behind.

He was in a rather upbeat mood, but I was feeling absolutely horrible at that point.
The handsome, sexy hunk-of-a-man couldn't even begin to understand the wedge he'd just driven between us.
I felt torn, crushed, betrayed and hurt beyond reason.


I didn't feel like going on this trip anymore.
I just wanted to go home.
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This chapter was one of my favorites! [mention]LK3869[/mention] your artwork is seriously amazing man, really helping bring these stories to life!! we appreciate you :)





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This is an incredible visual depiction of the events occurring in Chapter 70 (I've inserted it into the chapter), where Nick forces Steven to give his cousin a foot massage. More specifically, this is the scene where Nick hands a cuffed, gagged and leashed Steven over to Shawn's care. Notice the belt around Steven's neck, being held by Shawn.

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Chapter 76 - On The Road Again


Nick put the grocery bags in the back of the truck and opened the driver side door for me to get in.
The moment I stepped inside and started scooting over towards my small leather seat, a strong stench filled my nostrils and quickly took my mind off of Nick's latest misstep.

Shawn was sitting back in his inclined seat, and was busy texting on his phone while resting his large, sock-clad feet up on the front dashboard.

I was forced further into the truck as Nick got in to take his seat.
But as soon as the older jock got in, a series of loud protests ensued.
Shawn's cheesy foot stench was definitely not agreeing with our noses. Even Nick was unhappy about having to sample his cousin's funk, which was pretty ironic, since he was usually the one gassing the place up and tormenting others.

"Awh dude! Come on!" he cried out, turning his head away and telling his cousin to put his shoes back on.

"What?" Shawn laughed, chuckling at our combined reactions. "It's freakin' hot in here." he complained, pulling his grey sweatpants up to his knees and taking off his jacket.

"I know, but dude, keep you shoes on! You fuckin' stink!" Nick protested, smirking and laughing a bit as he put his sunglasses back on and started the ignition.


The stench wasn't as bad as if Nick had been the one to take his shoes off.
But make no mistake, the smell was really, REALLY strong and cheesy.

"Uughm." I groaned, turning my head away to try and escape the stench.
Shawn just laughed and wiggled his toes inside his socks...the same socks he'd been wearing yesterday and the day before.


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After some more complaining, Nick finally got the younger jock to put his feet down.
"Geez...okay. Calm down!" Shawn chuckled, slowly slipping his smelly feet down off the dash.

As he reached down to slip his huge feet into his size 13 shoes, I couldn't help but notice how he wasn't wearing his Nike hightops anymore. I could understand that he didn't wanna wear his expensive trainers for a weekend in the countryside, but the running shoes he'd brought today, looked positively worn out and filthy!

Ugh! Fuck.
No wonder it smelled like shit in here!


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I watched Shawn's stinky socked feet disappear into his rancid trainers, and felt a familiar tingling sensation build up around my crotch area.


No. I did NOT want to sniff those shoes.
Trust me, I didn't. I was already sick to my stomach from the stench inside the truck.

My crotch tingled as my mind became flooded with stimulating images.

Of course, I was still hurt and angry with Nick.
But for a short, brief moment, my mind became fixed on young Shawn's rotten running shoes, and I couldn't help but think about how I'd love to see poor Jeremy being forced to take some whiffs from inside there.


Ever since the kid had revealed to me how horrible he thought Brad's socks and shoes were, I couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted to make him sniff Nick's putrid stinkers!
I can still remember the look he had on his face after I'd verbally coerced him into taking a quick whiff of my blond god's big work boots.

He was revolted!

Yes, Brad had big, smelly feet. I'd licked his toes clean, had sucked on his socks and had sniffed his shoes more than once. His socks were bad and his shoes stank to high heavens. But it was NOTHING compared to Nick's foot odour. The blond muscle hunk and his twenty year old cousin, both had SEVERE foot odour problems.

Whereas Brad probably wore his socks for a few days to get them smelly, Nick's would end up smelling like moldy cheese after only a few hours of being on his feet.

Shawn had a serious problem in the foot department as well.
Maybe it was a family thing. I don't know.


Anyway, even though I'd lost my motivation to go on this trip after I'd caught Nick flirting with the red headed chick, I was still incredibly excited at the prospect of showing Jeremy what I had to deal with on a daily basis. I told myself that I just wanted to show him how lucky he was, but in truth, I was just anxious to see him sniff and gag on my Master's incredibly potent foot stench.

I couldn't explain it.
I felt like a pervert, but I still wanted to see it happen. Even more so, now that Shawn was in the picture.




Nick quickly opened his window to air the truck out, and started driving up the main road.
I thought we'd stop at the local diner, but apparently the boys had another place in mind.

There was a submarine shop just a few blocks away from the grocery store, and that's where Nick decided to take us. To his credit, it was a good choice. I was in a bad mood, but my stomach demanded food and I didn't have the guts to confront the jock in front of his younger cousin. So I just ate and enjoyed my lunch like a good boi.
My submarine was a hit, and from the looks of it, theirs were as well.


Bellies full, we walked back to the truck and promptly got underway again.


I tried acting normal, but even with his lacking empathic skills, Nick managed to figure out that something was wrong. Even after an hour of silent contemplation, I was still feeling hurt from the grocery store incident.

How could he go around, flirting with every cute girl he saw, while at the same time sharing his bed with me?
He knew I had serious feelings for him!


"Hey, what's wrong?" he finally asked, glancing my way a few times while driving on the highway. Shawn had fallen asleep some time ago, and Nick was careful to keep his voice low, so as not to wake his cousin up.

"It's nothing." I lied. "I'm just tired."


I laid my head back on the small headrest and closed my eyes.

Nick put his gloved hand on my left thigh and squeezed it almost affectionately.
I wanted him to question me further, but being the typical guy, he seemed quite content to leave it at that.


I spent a few minutes with my eyes closed, breathing in and out through my nose.
Aside from the low radio volume, the next fifteen minutes were spent in complete silence.



"God, it's fuckin' hot in here." Nick suddenly complained, turning the heat off.

I opened my eyes a bit and glanced his way, only to notice a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead.
He was probably sweating bullets inside that giant parka of his!


The sweaty muscle-hunk waited for the road to straighten out before pulling over and unbuckling himself.
I pretended to be half-asleep and watched through partially closed eyes as he took his huge jacket off.

He didn't ask me whether or not I was cold.
He just took his super thick parka off and put it on top of me, covering my body up and surrounding me with a sudden cloud of warmth and security.


The down-filled parka was heavy and overstuffed. As soon as it landed on top of me, I felt the warmth of Nick's body over my own. I had the parka's puffy collar resting over my nose, and couldn't help but silently flare my nostrils underneath it, desperately attempting to sniff up my Master's scent.


It smelled so good, and although I was still angry with him, I accepted his huge parka-blanket and embraced the warmth and security it offered.

With my eyes closed and my lower face nuzzled beneath his jacket's thick collar, Nick placed his leather-clad hands back on the wheel and quickly resumed driving towards our final destination.


I was upset right now, but I knew it wouldn't last.
Even if I tried to stay this way, I wasn't able to remain angry with him.
He just had to look at me and smile, and all my anger and hurt would just suddenly melt away.

I was his and he knew it.



A seemingly infinite number of trees went by as we drove along the forest-lined highway leading to Brad's cottage retreat.

Aside from the music and the constant rumbling of the engine, silence reigned inside the truck.

The smell and warmth of Master Nick's parka was just too much. I couldn't resist it.
I kept my eyes closed, breathed in through my nostrils, and allowed myself to lose track of time before finally dozing off into the dream world.



Call it a gut feeling, but something told me the next few days would be far from uneventful.

Whether or not that was a good thing, I couldn't tell.
The day was still young though, and the weekend was only just beginning.
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