Stories of Tie Up Games

What a nice surprise, he is leaning into it pretty hard I like it... nice wedgie action and perfect foot domination, rancid and sweaty just how I like it. keep it up dude, I cant wait for the next chapter, it does sound like a lot is coming to our protagonists way.

Excited to see upcoming updates!

A good change up in the story. Looking forward to everything that has building up to this point.

@gag1195 @Socksbound I have a feeling we will find out the truth behind Evan's strange behavior soon enough.

CHAPTER 8 - NETS, STICKS AND CHILL





Jamie Cartwright
Age 20
Junior
Business Major
Knights Defenceman



Journal Entry #10

I was awoken by the thunderous echo of a fart being fired directly into the breathing tube of my new gas mask. Before I could fully process what was happening, I was hit with the most foul and rancid stench that I had ever smelled. Whatever had crawled up Evan's ass and died, Clearly had something crawl up its own ass and die first.

Although muffled by the rubber of the mask over my ears, I heard my roommate cheerfully say, "Good morning, Nerd!"

I was still snugly secured inside the ultra thick sleeping bag that Evan had zipped me up in late last night. The sound of me breathing in my replica Soviet gas mask as I inhaled and exhaled had lulled me to sleep.

I hoped that I would be freed of my puffy prison after this rather rude awakening. Evan had other plans. First, he tried some breath play by covering the end of the hose with his hand. Although he never kept it blocked long enough to suffocate me, it was terrifying. I have since made it very clear that breath play is completely off limits from now on.

As I caught my breath and settled down from my panic attack, Evan leaned over me and looked directly in the eye lenses of my mask. He had a mischievous smile on his face. I started to notice a familiar musty smell but couldn't place it.

"How do my balls smell this morning?" Giggled my roommate. That explained where the end of the hose was now.

Horrifyingly, this was soon followed by Evan holding his rotten old running shoe up where I could see it. I begged, pleaded, and tried to shake my head.

"Would you rather me go get my hockey bag instead?" Asked the blond jock.

My muffled protests went into overdrive. The fact that the gas mask seemed to concentrate and intensify smells made me terrified of the very thought of being forced to inhale the toxic fumes of the rancid hockey gear inside

Evan continued, "No? Are you sure? Then you better start begging me for a sniff of the shoe instead!"

I closed my eyes and sighed. I was trapped. Sadly, my best option was to give up any last shred of dignity and beg for the opportunity to sniff this disgusting shoe. The very shoe that's repulsive stench nearly made me vomit last night. This was my best option?!

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, took a deep breath, and started begging my alpha jock roommate for the opportunity to have the breathing tube of my gas mask stuffed deep inside his dingy and rotten running shoes.

Evan smiled down at me, looking very proud of what he had accomplished.

"Ok, if that's what you really want, nerd!" Cheered my roommate. He buried the hose deep inside the foul footwear before heading off to get cleaned up and ready for the day.

As I choked and gagged on the nauseating cheesy fumes, I wondered what this evening would bring. Then again, let's be real. It isn't going to be a Netflix and chill with cute guys. It's most likely going to be a boring night of nets, sticks, and chill'd beer, watching hockey on tv. This is the wrong kind of suffering and torture!


Journal Entry #11

I was able to get more information out of Evan about tonight. We are going to hang out with his teammate Jamie. The Knights defenceman has been best friends with Evan's older brother since they were little kids. Jamie is in his junior year at Kingstown, and a big part of why Evan chose to come here to play hockey.

The guest list for tonight also includes a couple of Jamie's roommates and one of their friends. Evan didn't seem to know anything about them.

Aside from crushin' beers tonight as Evan put it, we are also playing some dare game that Jamie and Evan's older brother came up with years ago.

According to Evan, it started as trying to do their own "Jackass" stunts when the older boys were around thirteen or fourteen. After a few trips to the emergency room, some stitches, and a broken arm later, everyone's parents put a stop to it.

The boys toned it down to a milder and far less physical version, which Evan described as truth or dare without the boring truth part.

Eventually, after a couple of years of begging, they even let the annoying little brother (Evan) play, too.

To become a college friendly game, we will be testing a brand new drinking game version tonight. This new variation has me a little nervous.

Evan has made it perfectly clear that I am not allowed to be weird tonight or talk about anything to do with my fetishes. Sober me agrees, but I am worried what drunk me might get us into.

Speaking of drunk me, Evan has already taken the liberty of asking Jamie to buy our booze. The perks of a legal age mutual friend, I guess. With a whole case of Twisted Teas to myself, I am getting white girl wasted!


Journal Entry #12

After a short walk from campus, we arrived at an older two story brick house on a quiet dead-end street. Although probably almost all student rentals, the neighborhood lacked the chaotic buzz of the dorms.

Evan pounded on the front door, like a cop with a warrant. The aggressive knock was probably necessary, given the volume of the loud and angry sounding music coming from inside.

The music stopped seconds before the door swung open.

Standing in the doorway was a tall, tanned, dark-haired god. The tight black Under Armor shirt and gray sweatpants highlighted his best features. He was about the same height as Evan but slightly more ripped. He had one of those tapered fringe haircuts that's short on the sides and a bit messy on top.

As he smiled, I felt myself turning to mush inside. My tighty whities had become strained and almost stained. I know it sounds cliche, but it was absolutely love at first sight.

After exchanging a bro-hug with our cute host, Evan introduced us. "Jamie, this is my roommate, Dawson. Dawson, Jamie." I managed to squeak out a "hey," as I gave an awkward wave.

As we were led through the house, I was extremely envious to learn that not only did all six of the roommates have their own bedrooms, but I was beyond jealous to discover that almost all had their own private ensuite bathrooms as well!

This was truly the high life compared to our shared dorm rooms and communal washrooms at Chilton Hall. Sadly, the dream was quickly crushed when I learned what each roommate pays for rent. This life is far beyond my very limited budget.

As we descended into the unfinished basement turned makeshift rec room, I was shocked and a little confused.




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Evan is definitely taking a serious dom approach when dealing with his roommate.....I think this little get together will be fun

Hmmmm wonder what tipsy Dawson is going to get himself into

Looking forward to upcoming Journal Entries with this group scene....

Might have been a rude awakening, but can't say I wouldn't want to be woken up that way!

The dare game seems like a lot of fun. Can't wait to see what happens!

GoBucks wrote: 8 months ago Might have been a rude awakening, but can't say I wouldn't want to be woken up that way!

Be careful what you wish for. With Evan's healthy new gym rat diet, his gas is extra rancid now. You might never be the same again!

I'm just waiting for the (bondage) shoe to drop with this party and our new man Jamie...

gag1195 wrote: 8 months ago I'm just waiting for the (bondage) shoe to drop with this party and our new man Jamie...

I hate to disappoint, but the next bit is a lot of character building as I introduce the cast of misfits. Once we get through that formality, look out! College kids gone wild!

Building character is great.

Means the naughty bits will be even more rich for us.

Thanks for writing a great story

Really interesting post for this story. I'm looking forward to seeing what awaits them.

I was able to give this story the loves it deserves and it did not disappoint! I love Dawson coming to terms with his sexuality and Evan playing a large role. Evan is hot as hell and I would be happy to take Dawson place.

I love the bondage gear he got! Both of those items were incredibly hot. Evan making good use of the gas mask while he is bound is incredible. I love a good mask fart combo! I would have suggested he get a chest harness or something that can be hidden under clothes. Evan making him wear that in public underneath his normal attire would be a lot of fun!

I am excited to see what Jamie has in store for them. Dawson may not be able to control what he says when he gets white girl drink. His boner might also give him away, he got lucky on his birthday with his pants still being on. He may not be so lucky tonight. Can’t wait for the next chapter!

I agree with the other commenters - excited to see where this is going, but happy for you to take your time to get it there.

I'm sure sticks and nets can be put to good use. Maybe even pucks!

Great story! Excited for the next part.

Sorry for the long delay. life has been nuts. I apologize if this chapter is a bit boring or uneventful. its hard to make character building exciting. Just know that it will be worth it in the end. I hope you enjoy....



Chapter 9 - The Rules of Engagement

As we descended into the unfinished basement turned makeshift rec room, I was shocked and a little confused. Sitting on the couch was a tall, blond, and muscular figure from my past.

Although a grade ahead of me, I still knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was. Jordan Monaghan was literally the coolest guy at my high school. Captain of the basketball team, star cross country runner, class president, dater of the hottest girls, and rumor had it he had an anaconda in his pants. He was the envy of every guy in our school.

In contrast, I am certain that he doesn't remember someone as insignificant as me. I truly hope that he doesn't. My time in high school is a memory that I would rather not follow me here to college.

Although Jordan was around the same height when I last saw him a little over a year ago, at around 6'5", his muscles had definitely filled out considerably since. Once a lean runner and basketball player, the criminal justice major was now absolutely ripped.

As a teen, Jordan always looked far older than he was. That hasn't changed. I think that the nineteen year old could easily pass for closer to twenty-five now.

The most dramatic part of the beefy jock's transformation, though, has to be his hair. From the almost childish looking brush cut that he sported throughout high school, to a much more mature look with the top grown out and a little wavy.

Jordan was casually sprawled out on the couch, sporting a pair of red basketball shorts, a tight fitting gray "All Inclusive Fitness" muscle shirt, and a gigantic pair of worn out looking Osiris runners.



Jordan Monaghan
Age 19
Sophomore
Criminal Justice


The freshman sitting next to Monaghan was his complete opposite in almost every way. Dark-haired, baby faced, and only around five foot eight inches tall, Tyler Wallace could most likely pass for a few years younger than his eighteen trips around the sun.

Deceivingly, the baggy black Nirvana hoodie and loose-fitting blue plaid pajama pants hid a slim yet athletically toned body on the young twink.



Tyler Wallace
Age 18
Freshman
Biomedical Engineering


After a quick round of introductions followed by drinks being distributed, Jamie and Evan sat down on the empty loveseat. That left me the only seat available, the awkward spot between Jordan and Tyler on the couch. As I opened my can of twisted tea and hesitantly plopped myself down between "the twink and the jock," I couldn't help but wish that this evening was half as exciting as the fictional story bearing the same name. Sadly, I realized that it was extremely unlikely.

Predictably, the conversation soon turned to sports, and the highlights which were being shown on TV. Uninterested in the jockish banter, Tyler initiated our own conversation instead. I think he seemed almost relieved to have another non-sports person to talk with. Although being surrounded by hot alpha jock roommates sounds like heaven to me, I can see how it would feel for someone who presumably isn't into jocks or sports.

Our conversation was interrupted when Jordan shifted his weight before letting out a couch rumbling fart. Not wanting to offend the flatulent giant, I tried to ignore the rotten stench that was slowly rolling across the room.

Our conversation came to a sudden halt as Tyler found himself no longer able to form a sentence once the rancid cloud finally reached his nose. As we both desperately tried to discreetly hide our gagging, I noticed the two hockey players across the room giggling and snickering at our situation.

Unable to handle the foul fumes, Tyler made a break for it. Before I could contemplate doing the same, a tree trunk sized arm swung across my face. The giant hand at the other end of that arm grabbed the twink by the collar and forced both of us back against the couch.

"Learn to love my methane gifts, Ty!" Roared the hulking beast as he forced out another thunderous earthquake. This had the two rink rats rolling on the floor laughing at our plight.

Eventually, the commotion and the stench died down. Things just started to get back to normal as two more figures stampeded down the stairs.
With another odd twist to this already weird evening, two more somewhat familiar faces emerged from the stairway. The two "stuck up frat guy douche bags" from the elevator last weekend had completely different reactions to seeing me on the couch.

Colton was the one who made the comment in the elevator. As soon as he recognized me, he cheered, " Hey! Chair guy!"
As it turns out, he is another one of the roommates in this house. For the record, the economics and finance junior actually has no affiliation with any frat. The jury is still out on the douchebag part.



Colton Woods
Age 20
Junior
Economics and Finance


Alex had a very different reaction. As with our past two interactions in our dorm’s elevator, the Business Marketing Sophomore again became very embarrassed and guilty looking, merely by my presence this time. Much like our last interaction, I found the slender blond's awkwardness around the matter kinda cute.



Alexander "Alex" Barton.
Age 19
Sophomore
Business Marketing


"I am surprised to see you down here tonight, Tyler. I would have thought you would be as far away as possible from Jordan's feet after last weekend, " teased Colton.

Tyler didn't reply, but his body language was clear. He looked a little embarrassed as he nervously surveyed the room.

I was dying to know what happened here last weekend. My imagination started to drift off into what I wished had happened between the twink and his brutish housemates.

My highly unlikely erotic daydream was interrupted by Jamie explaining the rules of this silly drinking game that we were going to start playing.
"Ok, here is how this works. When it's your turn, you take a card, "explained Jamie, as he showed us a deck of old playing cards. "Each card corresponds with a specific dare, which is written in this book," he continued, holding up an old elementary school style notebook.

He went on about how most dares are one point, but some harder ones were worth more. At the end of the game, the player who gets the most points gets to decide the punishment of the person with the least points. At this point I noticed Tyler perk up. Was revenge for whatever happened last weekend on his mind, maybe?

This definitely sounds like a game that had originally been thought up by a group of thirteen year old boys. Hopefully, the dares themself are a little more "mature."

Now, for the new drinking game part. If you bitch out on your dare or fail, you have to chug a whole drink. If you succeed, everyone else has to take a drink. With this first can of twisted tea already hitting me a little, it's clear I will have to man up and crush these dares, or "Drunk Dawson" is going to get us into serious trouble tonight!


Here is your homework for this chapter: who is your favorite new character and why?


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I don’t mind a character building chapter every so often especially if it’s gonna set up for what appears to be a wild evening

I can’t believe you’ve set homework, maybe I need to find a way to persuade someone else to do that for me. I mean oh yeah homework (someone come drag me to one of these parties)

I chose Tyler he’s a bit different from the rest and seems a bit mysterious

See, that's not fair!

I'm instantly interested in brooding, revenge seeking twink Tyler. But then you went and put hunky jock Jordan in an All Inclusive Fitness shirt! I'm hoping his time at Connor's gym has rubbed off on him in a positive way! Some hidden depths to the golden boy, perhaps?

If I have to choose just one guy... I gotta go with Jordan. I just hope he lives up to that shirt!

Oh man this game is going to be good!'

Of course my favorite newbie is Jordan. He is an incredibly hot jock and gassy!

Interesting, now that games are involved and tension is brewing in the air. This ought to end well hehe. cant wait.

gag1195 wrote: 6 months agol'm hoping his time at Connor's gym has rubbed off on him in a positive way! Some hidden depths to the golden boy, perhaps?

Are you insinuating that the shirt and recent muscular transformation have something to do with everyone's favorite kinky personal trainer? I don't think Connor would ever mix his personal interests with business? Would he????

Wedgieboy69 wrote: 6 months ago

gag1195 wrote: 6 months agol'm hoping his time at Connor's gym has rubbed off on him in a positive way! Some hidden depths to the golden boy, perhaps?

Are you insinuating that the shirt and recent muscular transformation have something to do with everyone's favorite kinky personal trainer? I don't think Connor would ever mix his personal interests with business? Would he????

Was definitely thinking more along the lines of Connor being a role model of some positive, non-toxic masculinity, but interesting and often kinky things do happen at that gym. Although, if it is current timeline, Connor is happily committed to Liam, so who knows!

I think Alex because not only is he hot but his awkward shyness is cute.

I’m going with tyler. He seems quite nice and I can’t wait to know more about how he spent time at Jordan’s (socked) feet.

Chapter 10 - I know what you did last weekend!

Before Jamie could start his strange and childish sounding dare game, things quickly got derailed. 

First, Colton announced that he and Alexander still needed to pick up their alcohol for the evening. Despite their late arrival, the douchey duo had neglected to even show up prepared. 

Not to be out done, the muscular giant, Jordan, so colorfully informed us that he needed to "destroy the bathroom" before we could start the game. 

At this point, Jamie redirected his frustration toward his beta roommate and ordered Tyler to go make us some frozen pizzas. Without hesitation, the twink submissively jumped up and bolted upstairs to the kitchen. I caught a quick look of satisfaction from the hockey jock as he watched his new roommate obediently scurry up the stairs. 

As if he had been reading my mind for the last few minutes, Evan asked his teammate the dying question: What happened to Tyler last weekend?

Jamie casually downplayed the question. "Nothing really, just a little bit of messing around with the new guy," replied our host.

"Ya, I have seen how you mess around with new guys. " laughed Evan. You are full of shit with your "Nothing really" bullshit, Bro!" Laughed Evan.

Jamie replied, "Well, Bullock, you would know! But if you must know, it was actually Jordan. Don't let the big cuddly teddy bear act fool you! This guy lives for that shit!"

I don't doubt Jamie's claims. Back in high school, I remember rumors of the humiliating things that had happened to newcomers of the basketball and cross country teams during Jordan's time there. As far as hazing goes, this guy was already a legend in my own mind. 

"So, like I said, 'Nothing really' is absolute bullshit! Details!"persisted Evan. 

Jamie looked hesitant, then explained, "Sorry, Ev, that's not my story to go around telling. How would you like it if I told people all about your deal?"

Wait! What?! What "deal" about Evan?! There was an awkward silence as Evan gave his teammate a look that screamed, "STFU!"

Evan spat back, "I told you all about Dawson! It goes both ways, Bro! "

What exactly did Evan tell him? Does Jamie know about our kinky role plays?! The edging and amazing hand job?! The sleeping bag bondage?! My new purchases?! Is that the "deal" that he is talking about?! I started to freak out as I considered the details that Jamie potentially knew.

"Big deal! He got tied to a chair and got drunk! Half of the campus has seen the pics and videos already, "argued Jamie. 

After a brief and very tense standoff, Jamie asked Evan, " Does he know about you?" 

Evan didn't respond. He didn't even blink as he continued to stare down his teammate. He looked genuinely pissed. 

"Really? I thought you dorm dwellers shared everything? Teased the defenceman. 

Evan just gave his friend a death glare. He was clearly not happy.

"Tell him everything, and I'll tell you about Tyler, " proposed Jamie. 

"Nah, forget it. I really don't give a shit about Tyler, "growled Evan. 

Unable to stop myself, I blurted out, "I give a shit! I want to hear about both!"

Evan snarled, "shut the fuck up, Nerd!" I wisely obliged. 

The tense silence was finally broken as Jordan returned with a drink in hand. The chiseled leviathan planted himself down beside me as he wrapped his massive tree trunk around my diminutive form. His musky scent hit me as he pulled me in close while messing up my hair with his free hand. 

"Did you miss me, Princess?" teased the alpha jock. I was too overstimulated to respond. 

My roommate seized the opportunity, asking Jordan, " So, what happened with Tyler last weekend?"

Jamie gave Evan a painful looking sucker punch to the shoulder as he swore at him under his breath. 

Jordan didn't even look up as he released me and began tapping away on his phone. He offered vague answers much like Jamie had. "Just gave the twerp a proper welcome to our house," and "He earned his place in our little family," seemed to be all the response that Evan was going to get. 

Just as all hope seemed lost, Jordan finally looked up from his phone and asked, "Want to see the videos?" 

We both silently nodded in almost disbelief.

Jordan screen shared his phone on the TV in front of us. The video was shot from Jordan's point of view while sitting in the exact same spot that he was currently. 

Tyler was hogtied on the floor, facing the camera. Large industrial grade zip ties secured his wrists and ankles together while an excessive amount of heavy-duty black duct tape had been wound around the young twink's lower face. His puffed cheeks suggested that his mouth had been well packed with some sort of stuffing. I was left to imagine what disgusting and demeaning garment had been used to silence my new acquaintance. 

They say the eyes are a window into the soul. These hazel gateways showed a terrified soul begging for mercy from the degrading humiliation being unleashed upon it. 

I almost lost control as alpha god Jordan began shoving his dingy looking socked feet in the poor twinks face, ordering him to take deep whiffs. The jock alternated from left foot to right, playfully ordering his victim to judge which foot smelled worse. 

The laughter, rowdy cheering, and half-hearted warnings to "not kill the little twerp" heard in the background confirmed that Jamie and a few others were there to witness this hazing first hand

As the video ended, I found myself fighting to hide my excitement. I was horny, flustered, and feeling slightly buzzed from the alcohol, but I did everything in my power to try to act cool. I didn't dare open my mouth, as I wasn't sure what might slip out in my current state. 

"That was just the pre-game warm-up," chuckled Jordan as he started the next video clip. 

Poor Tyler was still hogtied and gagged, as in the previous clip. Jordan was now holding a rotten looking old Osiris running shoe over the freshman's face. 

A new person stepped into the frame. They looked like your stereotypical skater boy, or maybe even a stoner.  He had a black vintage "Thrasher" hoodie, light grey jogging pants, and his collar length light brown hair was held back from his face under a black wool toque. I have since learned that his name is Dylan, and he is another one of the housemates. 

As Dylan stepped in front of Tyler, he slipped the waistband of his joggers below his hips, revealing a pair of plaid boxers. As the skater began to bend his knees, you can pinpoint the instant that our hogtied victim realized what's about to happen. The freshman let out a muffled whine as he began frantically shaking his head in disapproval. Just before Dylan's underwear-clad bum made contact with his face, you can see Tyler tense up and close his eyes as he braced for the worst. 

The silent anticipation is shattered by a loud squeaky fart, followed by hysterical laughter from everyone. Well, everyone except for Tyler, of course. He just looked mortified as he stared at the floor, avoiding any eye contact. I recognized Jamie's voice in the background, yelling, "sniff that, bitch!"

Just as the calamity started to die down,  Jordan quickly passed the camera off to someone else, as you see his red basketball shorts land around his ankles. Before Tyler can even prepare, his face is forced into the dark grey fabric of the alphas boxer-briefs. The thunderous blast initially caused some more laughter before leading to all-out chaos. The camera shook and bounced as its operator scurried to a safe distance from the toxic cloud of stench. The intense belly laughter led to a few more "aftershocks" from the jock's toxic butthole as he collapsed back on the couch. 

The camera aimed back at poor Tyler. The bound hazee was unable to move, unable to escape the noxious rotten egg scented fog that surrounded him. He looked a little green, probably fighting the urge to puke by this point. 

As the video clip ends, I notice its star has returned with our pizza. He looked absolutely mortified to find what we were all watching. For some reason, I find his embarrassment absolutely adorable. 

The next video starts with Jordan attempting to unwind the tape from around Tyler's head. The super sticky industrial grade silencer put up a fight, causing the brute to get even more physical. The diminutive twink seemed to be along for the ride, as his head and neck kept getting yanked in all different directions. 

Once the last of the tape was removed, you could see Tyler unsuccessfully trying to spit out whatever was in his mouth. Before he could fully dislodge the yellowish fabric, Jordan's massive paw cupped the young twink's chin, forcing him to look up and maintain eye contact. The muscular beast leaned in closer to his prey before warning, "not a fucking peep out of you, twerp, or it'll become the community cum rag before it goes back in till morning! Got it?"

Poor Tyler's eyes shot wide hearing the alphas threat. He tried his best to nod in agreement despite the awkward position his head and neck were currently being held in.

Once Jordan finally helped to pluck the balled up yellowish jockstrap from his victims mouth, the now vacant oral cavity was quickly put to work, licking the giant's soles and sucking on his massive toes. 

Watching this foot flavored degradation unfold brought back the memories of last night's experience with Evan. I can't help but realize that poor Tyler seems to be enjoying this far less than I did. 

The collection of photos that Jordan scrolled through next nearly had me exploding in my tighty whities. Photos of Tyler being forced to sniff the nasty looking stained jockstrap, the twink being forced to literally kiss the other housemates asses, that old Osiris running shoe taped to his face, being used as a human foot rest, the nasty jockstrap wrapped around his head, it was better than the content of most websites that I frequent. I need to find a way to get these videos and pics for my personal connection,  but how?

As the show finally ended, Jamie spoke up. "It was rough, Ty, but at least you got it all over with and out of the way at once. Did I ever tell you guys about the Knights rookies this year?" 



Your Homework for this chapter: who do you think will have the most points in the dare game? who will have the least? what will the punishment be? Find out if you are right soon!

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