A SHORT EXTRACT ILLUSTRATED BY LK3868
GAGGED & LEASHED
FROM BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG
The hulking brute used his giant hands and massive arms to stuff his pungent sock into my mouth and keep my head pinned down. I struggled, desperately trying to cope with the speed and manner in which my mouth was being silenced. But much to my own chagrin, I quickly ended up chowing down on my own beefy Alpha's filthy gym sock and gagging on its size and taste.
Nick didn't lose any time in unleashing his extremely sticky gaffer tape on me as soon as my yapper was stuffed. I protested and coughed, but he simply yanked my hair up and brought the tape around the back of my head and over my mouth again.
The 240-pound muscle-hunk spent the next minute gagging me, slowly wrapping his extra-wide industrial-grade tape around my face and making sure my gag was airtight and completely speech-proof.
With my hands cuffed in front of me and my protesting moans now heavily silenced, the blue-eyed brute got off from on top of me and pulled me up to a standing position.
"Now you're gonna go in the living room and you're gonna do what Shawn tells you." he angrily growled, grabbing his thick leather work belt and clamping his hand around my upper arm before forcefully pulling me out of the bedroom.
I felt my cheeks tingle and felt my face flush as Shawn once again came into view and laid his eyes on my cuffed and gagged self.
"Dude! What did you do to him?!" the younger beefcake immediately shot, laughing in amusement at how pathetic I no doubt looked.
"I made him quieter." Nick merely replied, leading me to where his super beefy cousin was sitting.
"Sit!" he suddenly barked, ordering me to sit on the floor, right in front of Shawn's foul-smelling soles.
I did as I was told but was quickly faced with the growing realisation that my predicament was even worse than before. I could no longer breathe through my mouth and Shawn's recently removed running shoes were stinking up the place something fierce! Good lord, it STANK in here!
"Here." my grumpy Alpha finally mumbled, latching his wide work belt around my neck and handing the loose end of it over to his cousin. "If he tries to get away, you just need to pull and it's gonna choke him." he explained, causing the younger beefcake to chuckle in amusement.
"Sweet." the hunky college-stud smirked, no doubt thrilled at the prospect of having me on a makeshift leash like this.
I gasped and grunted as the beefy young jock pulled on my improvised leash, testing it out to see how effective it was.
Shawn was definitely pleased with my reaction.
If he pulled, and if I resisted or tried backing away from him, the leather belt would squeeze my throat and cause me to choke. The only way to stop my Alpha's belt from choking me was to obey his twenty-year-old cousin's every command and crawl forward if he pulled my leash.
Of course, that was easier said than done considering how absurdly horrible this guy's socked soles reeked!
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BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG (M+/M+)
BOUND & GAGGED IN A SLEEPING BAG (M+/M+)
