Stories of Tie Up Games

Volobond wrote: 2 years ago I went with Corey because that whole family of Shawn's has somethin wrong with their feet.

Sockgaggedman wrote: 2 years ago This one's the last one I promise!
More Zack! This time in pencil, this time in socks:

Sockgaggedman wrote: 2 years ago This one's the last one I promise!
More Zack! This time in pencil, this time in socks:

Sockgaggedman wrote: 2 years ago This one's the last one I promise!

bondagefreak wrote: 2 years ago Good lord, I sure as hell hope not!

I don't think anyone would object to seeing more of your sketches.
Quite the opposite!

Sockgaggedman wrote: 2 years ago
They are not the best quality-wise, but I'm still pretty proud of some of them!

bondagefreak wrote: 4 years ago

The handgag description is beautiful

CHAPTER 271 - SHADOWS OF TIMES PAST

Sunday, May 24 (5:45 PM)

My friend seemed strangely pensive when I found him staring out at the lake and sitting on a large piece of sunbleached driftwood that had beached itself on the windswept shore several seasons ago.

I sat next to him and we chatted; mostly about Brad, Zack and other things we didn't feel comfortable discussing when the two Alphas were around.

Zack obviously understood that, 'cause even when he made his appearance on the beachside in order to begin filleting the fish, he made sure to keep his distance from us. His boi needed some privacy, but most of all, he needed the company of another sub. We both did.


Young Jeremy had a lot of regrets and misgivings about his past. Things hadn't turned out the way he'd planned, and I knew from the way he spoke that part of his heart was deeply encroached upon by the tyrant that was his ex-Master.

I was tempted to remind my friend of the fact that he was in a better place now, but part of me also knew diminishing what he'd been through and trying to make him forget it was not part of the solution. So instead of trying to shift his focus from Brad to Zack, I encouraged the lad by reminding him of the fact that we were so young and that we had so much left to look forward to, so much left to experience. His life was just beginning, and for all intents and purposes, so was mine.

Our quiet discussion eventually drifted back to current events and it didn't take long for Zack to once again become the centre of discussion.

Even as the jumbo-thighed hockey player crouched by the water to rinse the fish blood off his knife and cutting board, my fellow twink and I exchanged cheeky whispers and chuckled like a pair of teenage schoolgirls.


Jeremy was very happy with Zack. Happier than he'd ever been.
His newfound love life didn't erase the failures of his past, nor did it completely remove Brad from his mind. But it certainly did infuse his being with much-needed energy, as well as give him something tangible to live for.

Zack was very different from what he'd originally been looking for.
Like most young subs, Jeremy eventually found himself longing for a strong male figure to serve and be dominated by.
Brad had promised both of those things, but along with the iron-fisted domination practices they'd originally agreed upon came the abuse and the sorrow.


Zack, on the other hand, offered Jeremy something completely different. He offered the boi domination, yes. But instead of abuse. came love and security. The thirty-year-old muscleman's rulership was firm, stable and passive, which, as it turns out, is why Jeremy was so fixated on the lake when I'd found him a few minutes earlier. Its deep, tranquil waters reminded him of his current Master, whereas his previous one was more reminiscent of an unpredictable, tumultuous sea.

Compared to his time with Brad and compared to his youth - which had mostly been spent jumping from one foster home to the next - being with Zack was an experience like none other. For the first time in his life, my green-eyed friend had a father figure to look up to. A father figure, and a lover.



Jeremy and I ended up spending the next hour exploring the beach and sitting quietly on the pebble-lined lakeside.
We were eventually summoned back to camp, where a delicious meal of trout filets, potatoes, grilled peppers, beans and bacon awaited us.

We ate around the campfire and spent much of the evening sitting in our respective Masters' laps, quietly listening to them chat much like we had the night before.

I watched my friend fidget around with his Rubik's cube for a while, until finally, those monumental arms constricting him tightened to the point where he could no longer move anymore.

The size difference between little Jeremy and his colossal beast-of-a-man was truly quite astounding. So much so that my crotch ended up tingling with excitement at the fact that the thick leather hugging Zack's massive arms and biceps creaked angrily each time the little twerp tried wiggling out from in between them.



A brief period of silence ensued; something which prompted the jumbo-thighed hockey player to settle his gaze on the diminutive lad and tickle him silly for a solid minute or two.


Jeremy squealed and struggled with as much vigour as he'd shown on the boat. But even his most valiant attempts to escape proved virtually no match for the positively beastly arms holding him prisoner.

Leathery fingers dug into the captive prince's thighs and stomach, causing more and more yelps to escape his panicked lips.
The uncontrolled outburst had for effect of causing a silencing hand to join the melee, and in less than a blink, Jeremy's frenzied laughter dipped from about sixty-five decibels down to under twenty.


"AH HAHA! NAAAHAHA! HAHAHMmmmpphh. Mppphhhggmmphhmmphh. Mppphhhggmmphhmmphh..."


Much like he had during the impromptu tickling session on the boat, the 6ft4, brown-haired muscle-knight used his oversized hand to swallow his puny ward's protesting face up, before once again pressing his merciless attack and chuckling with that deep, devilishly smooth voice of his.

Poor Jeremy instantly found himself getting his chin, mouth, nose and eyes gobbled up, leaving only his hair and forehead sticking past the gargantuan palm Zack had rather carelessly slapped atop his screaming face.

The sound of my friend's jovial yelps quickly turned to laborious whimpers, and although the beefy champion-king remained somewhat oblivious to his boy's plight, it became amply clear to me that the scrawny twink's attempts to draw air weren't yielding the expected results. How could they? Even taking into account his superb stature, Zack's hands were disproportionally large and beefy. Even more so with those thick gauntlet gloves stretched taut across his meaty palms and fingers.


This wasn't Jeremy's first time being smothered though.

A bit over a month ago, when Nick, Shawn and I had been invited to spend the weekend over at Brad's countryside cottage, I'd witnessed the little twerp being wrestled down and mummified pretty much against his will. Shawn had surprised us quite a bit that day. Not only did he end up restraining Jeremy during the actual mummification process, but he apparently found the grovelling twink's pleas so irksome that he actually took it upon himself to remove the struggling teen's ability to speak, even though the lad had very clearly been in the midst trying to appeal to his Master's mercy.

Appealing to Brad's mercy was utterly pointless, of course. But that's not the point.
Jeremy was well within his rights to make the attempt, and he probably wasn't expecting some ridiculously beefy brute whose name he didn't even now to randomly step in and clamp a huge, suffocating hand over his face right in the middle of his delicate negotiation attempts.


Of course, the circumstances surrounding that particular handgag were quite different. But all that to say that this wasn't the first time my little friend had fallen victim to the apparent carelessness of oversized men twice his size.

Shawn had been careless in the sense that he'd clamped his super beefy hand over the puny twerp's face without even bothering to make sure the little lad could breathe. And Zack was apparently, just now, also somewhat guilty of this sort of clueless callousness. These burly muscle-giants seriously underestimated the size of their hands as well as the life-snuffing power they unwittingly wielded through them.



The tickling continued for a few more seconds before the suffocating grasp over Jeremy's face was finally loosened and the sound of sniffing nostrils met our ears once more.

My friend spent several minutes flaring his sniff-holes beneath his giant protector's huge leathery palm, and even ended up dosing off into a light slumber when Zack peeled his strong-smelling gauntlet glove off and replaced the loose handgag over his captive prince's defenceless face.

Sleepy Jeremy received a quick kiss on the head and then both hunks resumed chatting about sports and other things that failed to keep my interest. I once again tired of playing the childish games on my phone and soon found myself submissively resting my head against my own man's chest and nuzzling my face inside the indescribably earthy furnace that was his insanely fat puffer.

I felt so safe in there. So at home in his huge, freakishly muscular arms.
No matter how hot and amazing Zack was turning out to be, my place was with Nick.
It had always been with Nick. He was my love. He was my Master.

BOUND & GAGGED CHAPTER INDEX
A "CLICK-TO-READ" LIST OF CHAPTERS, FOLLOWED BY THE APPROPRIATE KINK/FETISH TAGS FEATURED WITHIN EACH CHAPTER.