Looking forward to see what he is subjected to while he is blinded....he will have to discover the contents of the gym bag from the scent alone
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Pent Up Frustration (M/M)
Wow.....that is a predicament....and then some!
Looking forward to see what he is subjected to while he is blinded....he will have to discover the contents of the gym bag from the scent alone
Looking forward to see what he is subjected to while he is blinded....he will have to discover the contents of the gym bag from the scent alone
Finally saw the board moved to here - thought it was MIA for awhile! Was super happy to see this masterpiece get a continuation. Definitely my favorite story on here and my ideal scenario... It's included pretty much every single thing that gets me going! Hopefully he finds himself in a mummification soon, and it'll really seal the deal for me. 
Can't wait to read more!
Can't wait to read more!
Glad to see this continue. As a newer member I had not stumbled across this story before.
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AznSwimmer
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Seems like Bryce is just as into sweaty socks as Brian is with the gym bag he prepared. Looking forward to seeing what Bryce will put Brian through with its contents! Maybe Bryce'll get a taste of his own medicine afterwards 
OUTSTANDING
Great story I love your style in sticking to the bondage steps without a lot of exposition
Great story I love your style in sticking to the bondage steps without a lot of exposition
Chapter 10
I was enveloped in a thick, smothering darkness, unable to see what Bryce was currently preparing. Bryce's boot socks made sure of that. My mind wandered, wondering how long he had let them fester in his gym bag.
All I could do at this moment was feign a half-hearted attempt at escape, knowing the ropes that held me would prevent me from going anywhere. Every part of my body was secured. I could hardly move at all, let alone escape. The chair creaked with my struggles, but the ropes held strong. The rope around my cock and balls was the best part. The crushing pressure kept me hard, acting as a constant reminder that I was totally under Bryce and Frank's control. Even my manhood was restrained. Yet, this helplessness only further fueled my arousal.
I moaned into Bryce's gym socks that preoccupied my mouth. I could taste the sweat saturated in the fabric. I let my mind wander, thinking of the pump Bryce must have had when he wore these. The warmth and sweaty fabric sealed inside his high-tops—I'm sure he was wearing them—danced around in my mind. I wondered if he had thought that these socks would eventually be used to gag me and muffle my pleas for climax. The pressure I felt from the layers of bandanas keeping them inside my mouth was amazing, reminding me of my complete subjugation. I inhaled deeply and was met with more of Bryce’s sweaty socks secured over my nose. The heavy, choking musk that filled my lungs furthered my arousal.
I was in bondage heaven right now.
"Seems like you are taking it in, big man," Bryce said while playfully ruffling my hair. "There is plenty more where that came from, but I have something else in mind for you. See, I can tell you are like me and love another man's gym socks. Well, I have a theory you might enjoy something else I was thinking about trying."
I could hear him digging around his gym bag. I obviously couldn’t tell what he was doing, but I was eager to find out. I moaned into my gag and waited for what was to come.
"Before I get to that, I think you need more facial accessories," Bryce said.
The only thing I heard were laces hitting shoe fabric, along with some other noises. It wasn't until he came back to me that I understood what was going on.
First, he removed the socks that were secured over my nose. I gave a muffled sound of disappointment. That disappointment didn't last long, as I felt something else take its place. I was hit with the familiar musk of Bryce's gym socks, but the way they were being placed there was quite different. It felt like they were inside an enclosure. He forced the object with his socks in over my face and nose. After he started making adjustments, recognition slammed into me.
It was most likely one of his high-tops with his socks in them!
I moaned and struggled with this revelation. My cock throbbed, a relentless ache of how much this was turning me on. My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest!
Bryce wasn’t done, though, as he needed to secure it properly to my face. I felt some sort of fabric being tied tightly around the shoe to the back of my head. Judging by how it felt, my guess was another of his longer socks he wore to the gym.
When he was done, no amount of head shaking was able to dislodge the sock-filled shoe from my face.
"Judging by your cock, I’m guessing you know what I have tied to your face. It's one of my high-tops I wore to the gym this morning, stuffed with the socks I wore too. I worked up quite a sweat, as you can probably tell," Bryce said while playfully grabbing the shoe and shaking my head with it.
"Oh, but the best is yet to come, dude," Bryce said with a certain eagerness.
I could hear him move around the room, rummaging in his gym bag again, and coming back over to me. I could feel him trying to fiddle with something around my cock, which I’m sure was dripping precum at this point.
The next thing I knew, he started to envelop the shaft of my cock by pulling something down over it. It was warm and soft, with a distinct dampness. He pulled it down to the base, fully encasing my cock. I then felt him grab me through it and began stroking. It felt amazing, providing a wonderful amount of friction.
Bryce leaned in close to my ear and started to whisper to me.
"Any guess what I might be jerking you off with? Any idea at all? Well, I’ll have you know that I meant what I said: that you would be my bound and gagged, sock-loving marine. So much so I took it upon myself to treat you to something special. No clue yet? Fine, I guess I can tell you then," Bryce said.
He paused and then finally told me:
"I’m jerking you off with one of my gym socks from this morning," he said with what I am sure was a shit-eating grin.
I moaned profusely into my gag. I had no idea he had this up his sleeve! My cock ached in the smelly sock fabric as he continued to stroke me. The sock was bringing me ever closer to climax. He continued to stroke me as he whispered into my ear.
"That’s right, Brian, just enjoy smelling my smelly socks and smelly high-top that I worked out in this morning. Smell my musk and let it fill your lungs. Moan into my socks, knowing that no one can hear you scream for help. Feel the ropes as they restrain you and keep you helpless. Finally, feel the sock I’m stroking your dick with, and how damp and warm it still feels from my earlier workout," Bryce continued to say.
I couldn't hold out much longer and asked—albeit as much as I could with the gag—if I could cum.
"Aw, my sock-smothered marine wants to cum again. Well, I guess since you have been such a good marine, I can grant you this one request. Go on, dude, and shoot a big fucking load into my smelly, sweaty socks like the good marine that you are," Bryce said as he continued to increase his stroke, squeezing slightly harder than before.
And just like that, it happened.
The mixture of the socks, the verbal taunting, the gag, the bondage—all of it sent me over the edge. I started to pump what felt like ropes of cum into his sock, letting out a loud moan through my gag. My body convulsed as this was happening. I continued to take in deep breath after deep breath of his shoe/socks. The whole situation was intoxicating.
Finally, the orgasm finished, and I was left a sweating mess in the chair. My head hung low.
Bryce took off the cum-soaked material and tossed it aside.
"That’s right, marine, you did good, and now you deserve a rest," I could hear Bryce say as I was drifting.
I continued to let my mind relax and float, already looking forward to what was next.
I was enveloped in a thick, smothering darkness, unable to see what Bryce was currently preparing. Bryce's boot socks made sure of that. My mind wandered, wondering how long he had let them fester in his gym bag.
All I could do at this moment was feign a half-hearted attempt at escape, knowing the ropes that held me would prevent me from going anywhere. Every part of my body was secured. I could hardly move at all, let alone escape. The chair creaked with my struggles, but the ropes held strong. The rope around my cock and balls was the best part. The crushing pressure kept me hard, acting as a constant reminder that I was totally under Bryce and Frank's control. Even my manhood was restrained. Yet, this helplessness only further fueled my arousal.
I moaned into Bryce's gym socks that preoccupied my mouth. I could taste the sweat saturated in the fabric. I let my mind wander, thinking of the pump Bryce must have had when he wore these. The warmth and sweaty fabric sealed inside his high-tops—I'm sure he was wearing them—danced around in my mind. I wondered if he had thought that these socks would eventually be used to gag me and muffle my pleas for climax. The pressure I felt from the layers of bandanas keeping them inside my mouth was amazing, reminding me of my complete subjugation. I inhaled deeply and was met with more of Bryce’s sweaty socks secured over my nose. The heavy, choking musk that filled my lungs furthered my arousal.
I was in bondage heaven right now.
"Seems like you are taking it in, big man," Bryce said while playfully ruffling my hair. "There is plenty more where that came from, but I have something else in mind for you. See, I can tell you are like me and love another man's gym socks. Well, I have a theory you might enjoy something else I was thinking about trying."
I could hear him digging around his gym bag. I obviously couldn’t tell what he was doing, but I was eager to find out. I moaned into my gag and waited for what was to come.
"Before I get to that, I think you need more facial accessories," Bryce said.
The only thing I heard were laces hitting shoe fabric, along with some other noises. It wasn't until he came back to me that I understood what was going on.
First, he removed the socks that were secured over my nose. I gave a muffled sound of disappointment. That disappointment didn't last long, as I felt something else take its place. I was hit with the familiar musk of Bryce's gym socks, but the way they were being placed there was quite different. It felt like they were inside an enclosure. He forced the object with his socks in over my face and nose. After he started making adjustments, recognition slammed into me.
It was most likely one of his high-tops with his socks in them!
I moaned and struggled with this revelation. My cock throbbed, a relentless ache of how much this was turning me on. My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest!
Bryce wasn’t done, though, as he needed to secure it properly to my face. I felt some sort of fabric being tied tightly around the shoe to the back of my head. Judging by how it felt, my guess was another of his longer socks he wore to the gym.
When he was done, no amount of head shaking was able to dislodge the sock-filled shoe from my face.
"Judging by your cock, I’m guessing you know what I have tied to your face. It's one of my high-tops I wore to the gym this morning, stuffed with the socks I wore too. I worked up quite a sweat, as you can probably tell," Bryce said while playfully grabbing the shoe and shaking my head with it.
"Oh, but the best is yet to come, dude," Bryce said with a certain eagerness.
I could hear him move around the room, rummaging in his gym bag again, and coming back over to me. I could feel him trying to fiddle with something around my cock, which I’m sure was dripping precum at this point.
The next thing I knew, he started to envelop the shaft of my cock by pulling something down over it. It was warm and soft, with a distinct dampness. He pulled it down to the base, fully encasing my cock. I then felt him grab me through it and began stroking. It felt amazing, providing a wonderful amount of friction.
Bryce leaned in close to my ear and started to whisper to me.
"Any guess what I might be jerking you off with? Any idea at all? Well, I’ll have you know that I meant what I said: that you would be my bound and gagged, sock-loving marine. So much so I took it upon myself to treat you to something special. No clue yet? Fine, I guess I can tell you then," Bryce said.
He paused and then finally told me:
"I’m jerking you off with one of my gym socks from this morning," he said with what I am sure was a shit-eating grin.
I moaned profusely into my gag. I had no idea he had this up his sleeve! My cock ached in the smelly sock fabric as he continued to stroke me. The sock was bringing me ever closer to climax. He continued to stroke me as he whispered into my ear.
"That’s right, Brian, just enjoy smelling my smelly socks and smelly high-top that I worked out in this morning. Smell my musk and let it fill your lungs. Moan into my socks, knowing that no one can hear you scream for help. Feel the ropes as they restrain you and keep you helpless. Finally, feel the sock I’m stroking your dick with, and how damp and warm it still feels from my earlier workout," Bryce continued to say.
I couldn't hold out much longer and asked—albeit as much as I could with the gag—if I could cum.
"Aw, my sock-smothered marine wants to cum again. Well, I guess since you have been such a good marine, I can grant you this one request. Go on, dude, and shoot a big fucking load into my smelly, sweaty socks like the good marine that you are," Bryce said as he continued to increase his stroke, squeezing slightly harder than before.
And just like that, it happened.
The mixture of the socks, the verbal taunting, the gag, the bondage—all of it sent me over the edge. I started to pump what felt like ropes of cum into his sock, letting out a loud moan through my gag. My body convulsed as this was happening. I continued to take in deep breath after deep breath of his shoe/socks. The whole situation was intoxicating.
Finally, the orgasm finished, and I was left a sweating mess in the chair. My head hung low.
Bryce took off the cum-soaked material and tossed it aside.
"That’s right, marine, you did good, and now you deserve a rest," I could hear Bryce say as I was drifting.
I continued to let my mind relax and float, already looking forward to what was next.
Clearly Bryce is a master of stimulus overload...
Don't think Brian quite imagined Bryce's treatment. Seems Bryce knows what he is doing, and has done this before
Looking forward to what unfolds next. Frank's turn? Or Bryce part 2? 
Don't think Brian quite imagined Bryce's treatment. Seems Bryce knows what he is doing, and has done this before
Looking forward to what unfolds next. Frank's turn?
Or Bryce part 2? -
Wedgieboy69
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I can guess where that cum filled sock is going next !
I can only guess at what Brian is in store for next! More Bryce control? Frank returning and enjoying them both? Can't wait!
Definitely finding myself quite jealous of Brian. Glad you decided to continue this one, man! Wondering what'll become of that sock now... and if we'll see any change-ups to the bondage position. Would love to see Brian and Bryce mummified together when Frank gets back, but hey - whatever you have planned will be perfect I'm sure! Can't wait to read more!
Glad you decided to continue this one, man! Wondering what'll become of that sock now... and if we'll see any change-ups to the bondage position. Would love to see Brian and Bryce mummified together when Frank gets back, but hey - whatever you have planned will be perfect I'm sure! Can't wait to read more!-
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Loving this!