## The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 8

Post by bondagefreak » Tue Jun 10, 2014 3:38 am

The Locker Room Thief
Note from the author: Warning! Explicit Content!
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Chapter 1 - The Locker Room
I stood there, alone in the deserted corridor.
Bringing a hand up to my face, I nervously ran the back of it against my forehead in an effort to wipe the cold sweat off my brow.
I was so nervous, I felt as though my heart was gonna beat it's way out of my chest.
Taking a deep breath, I reached inside my left pocket and took out my cell phone.
I looked at the time: six o'clock.
Most of the students had already left school by this time.
There were always a few nerds who stayed late to study in the school library, but I didn't have to worry about them.
A lot of the jocks stayed after school to use the gym, but by five o'clock, most of them had already left for home or for the dorms in the nearby campus.
I wasn't here to train or workout with those jocks and I definitely wasn't here to study with those nerds in the building library...
No.
My motivation for staying here after classes was quite different.
Every friday, I'd stay in school, late after classes.
I'd wait 'til the jocks finished their workout and then I'd sneak into the gym locker room and "borrow" some of their gear.
Some would call me a thief, but I preferred to think of myself as the "locker room janitor".
I looked around the empty corridor one last time before finally pushing the heavy locker room door open and creeping inside.
The minute I stepped in, a strong aura of sweat and body odour overcame my senses.
The air was damp and heavy. It grossed me out and got me horny at the same time.
The place was dimly lit and as messy as ever.
The guys gym locker room had become somewhat of a "no go" zone for the school janitors and the rest of the college staff.
The smelly, cramped room was lit only by a handful of fluorescent bulbs...the majority of them having burnt out ages ago.
The dozen or so lockers that lined the walls, had been splashed with a coating of red paint, but that did little to hide the rusty interiors or to silence the squeaking of the thin aluminium doors.
A single urinal stood against the wall, it's once white and polished surface, now tarnished with years of unwashed urine stains and gunk.
The floor looked like it hadn't seen a broom in months and from the looks of it, some of the jocks were having trouble peeing inside the urinal...either that, or they just didn't care enough to aim.
I stood there for a moment, breathing in the thick, heavy air that surrounded me before finally jumping to action.
I quickly sprinted across the cluttered room and stopped in front of the heavy door the lead directly into the large college gym.
Pressing my ear against it's hard wooden surface, I listened and waited...
Only the sound of my breath and the thumping of my hearbeat made itself present.
My ears confirmed what my mind suspected, the gym was empty.
No sound came from within. Not the constant squeaks produced by sneakered feet running across the polished floor, nor the rhytmic moaning and grunting of jocks doing their workout...nothing.
Quickly, I breathed out a sight of relief.
I was alone in this place...this private little paradise of mine.
For the school janitors, or for any normal person for that matter, this place was nothing more than a filthy, smelly mess.
But for me, this was bliss.
I stared down in amazement at the cluttered floor. Jockstraps, socks, singlets, compression shorts, sneakers and althetic cups littered the place.
Some of these guys actually used their lockers, but most didn't.
They'd just strip their sweaty gear off and leave it on the floor for the next day.
Things would get moved, jockstraps would get kicked around and everyone ended up wearing each other's filthy gear.
One day Nate's wearing his blue athletic cup, the next day, Chase is wearing it inside his jockstrap...the same jockstrap that Matt was wearing the day before.
Nobody cared.
I looked around at the names labelled on the bright red lockers: Matt, Chase, Josh, Connor, Dean, Nick, Aiden, Donovan, Rick, Corey, Sean, Nate, Andrew...
A lot of these names sparked memories and images.
I'd been stalking these jocks for months now and I'd become familiar with each of their faces.
They didn't know me of course, but I knew them well.
They each had their own distinct smell and taste. In some cases, I could tell who's gear I was sniffing, just by the smell...that was especially true of Rick, Connor and Donovan.
Those three jocks usually kept their stuff in or around their respective lockers...whereas a lot of the other jocks ended up swapping gear on a daily basis.
I looked at the various jockstraps sprawled across the floor and immediately sank to my knees before grabbing the one closest to me.
I picked it up, my fingers hungrily clutching the moist fabric.
I felt my dick get harder inside my track pants when I realised that the jockstrap in my hands had been worn by one of these horny studs just an hour ago.
I slid a hand inside my nylon pants and rubbed my angry boner through the crusty fabric of the jockstrap I was wearing...a jockstrap that I'd stolen from this very room just last week.
I looked at the filthy BIKE jockstrap in my hand.
It's once-white pouch was now a brownish-yellow, it's fabric bearing the marks of old age and uninterrupted use.
My eyes scanned the stained fabric before I finally brought the jockstrap up to my face, pressing it's crusty, cum-stained pouch over my nostrils and inhaling deeply.
I was in heaven.
The strong scent of piss, cum and sweat quickly filtered into my lungs, nearly causing me to shoot my load right then and there.
I took in another deep whiff, and another...and another.
I wasn't sure whose jockstrap I was sniffing. Maybe Rick's, or Corey's...or maybe it was Aiden's. I couldn't tell.
This was defenitely one of those jockstraps that got passed around a lot.
I sat there, sniffing the filthy pouch for whole minute, before finally grabbing my backpack and stuffing it inside.
I was definitely gonna keep this one...
Still sitting down on the messy floor, I spent some time looking around the room...contemplating my situation and trying to figure out what I was gonna take back to my dorm.
Of course, I wanted to take all of it with me. But stealing too much gear would certainly raise suspision and that was the last thing I wanted.
Every week I'd come back here and "borrow" two or three jockstraps. Sometimes I'd take a pair of socks and a singlet, but never too many things at the same time.
When things went missing, Dean usually took the blame.
His locker was always empty and everyone knew he was always borrowing everyone else's shit.
The more Dean denied "losing" the stuff he borrowed from his fellow jocks, the less they believe him.
As far as I was concerned, it could stay that way!
Even though school was empty, I didn't wanna stick around here for to long.
I had to hurry up and get out.
Quickly, I focused my attention on the lockers and started going through the names again.
Just reading these names and thinking about all these hot and sweaty jocks was getting me really horny.
Finally, I got up and made my way towards Donovan's locker.
Donovan was the school's American football star. He was a really big and handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed guy.
The instant I opened his locker, a wave of hot air spilled out, and with it came the football stud's distinct smell.
He had his sweaty football jersey and his moist compression suit all bunched up on the top shelf of his locker, but that wasn't what caught my attention.
The blond football hunk's sweaty old jockstrap was lying on the bottom of his locker, along with his freshly worn ankle socks.
My body shook in excitement and I sank down to my knees before grabbing the big jock's reeking loin cloth.
Donovan didn't swap gear as often as Dean, Josh or the others. He used the same gear over and over and since he kept most of his shit together, he was one of those jocks who I ended up getting to know VERY well.
I turned the heavily stained and still-moist jockstrap inside out and pressed the filthy fabric over my nose. As soon as I breathed in the jock's scent, I toppled down onto my ass, unable to cope with the level of excitement I was experiencing.
I started rubbing myself harder and faster, jacking off to the scent of the sexy football stud's filthy old jockstrap.
My heartbeat grew faster and soon I was moaning in pure ecstasy.
I knew I shouldn't stay here too long, but I just couldn't help it.
This was too much.
My dick started pulsing on it's own and a familiar tingling sensation started building up in my crotch. My moans got louder and louder. I was gonna cum any second now...I was almost there...I was...oh god!
Unfortunately for me, I was so engrossed in the act that I didn't hear the approaching footsteps and didn't hear the gym door swing open...at least, not until it was too late.
I was still sitting on the floor with Donovan's worn jockstrap pressed to my face, when two sweaty jocks emerged from the gym.
By the time I realised my mistake, two sets of eyes were staring back at me in shock.
I was in deep shit...
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### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17

Post by chadmc90 » Tue Jun 10, 2014 4:02 am

Wow...another promising story, bf!
How many stories does this make? You have quite a number of stories in progress. I hope you can find a balance between them, man.
Check out my latest story A Cowboy's Dream!
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### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 1

Post by NemesisPrime » Tue Jun 10, 2014 9:15 am

This sounds awfully simaler to a story I read elsewhere called "Never A Jock" where a guy was bullied by football players (since I don't know where BF is from I'm going to say American Football) yet developed a fetish for sniffing used gear and it naturally being a bondage story he ends up getting captured by a college team made up of his former tormentors from high school and made to wear a complete sweaty, stinky uniform of his own and used as "Stress Relief" by the team after practice and games. It was a VERY hot story!
Giving you free ideas here BF
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 1

Post by puffalover » Tue Jun 10, 2014 8:17 pm

Great start bondagefreak!
I can't wait to see what's instore for you after getting caught!
This story kind of reminds me of being back in my high school locker-room. When I played football...my teammates would leave there stuff all over the place even though they had lockers. Not to mentioned it smelled pretty bad in there!
Once I have you tied up in both my overfilled blue and red sleeping bags, You're not going anywhere! Hope you enjoy feeling the soft nylon tightly hugging your skin as the heat will soon become unbearable!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 2

Post by bondagefreak » Thu Jun 12, 2014 12:35 am

Chapter 2 - Caught in the Act
My heart skipped a beat when I saw the two sweaty singlet-clad jocks barge into the locker room.
Still sitting on the floor next to Donovan's locker, I let out a gasp and dropped the soiled jockstrap I had in my hand.
The jocks and I exchanged unblinking stares for a few seconds and I knew then, that they were as shocked to find me here as I was to have been found out.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" The first jock asked.
I stared at him blankly, my mouth gaping wide open and my lower lip trembling uncontrollably.
I looked at the blond jock's imposing body and noted the sizeable muscles adorning his arms and shoulders.
The shiny blue wresling singlet did little to conceal his big, broad chest and the developped six pack that rippled across his flat abdomen.
His short golden blond hair contrasted with his uniform while his light blue eyes matched it's colour perfectly.
This was Connor, I knew. Captain of the wrestling team and also one of the older students in school.
I'd seen how this stud treated his lessers and I knew that he wasn't one to be taken lightly.
He'd often parade around the school with a younger student in tow, his victim being paraded around while in being kept in tight headlock.
"Yo fucker! I asked you a question!" he threw, puffing up his sweaty chest and drawing closer to me.
I watched the imposing stud draw closer and although he was still a few feet away from me, I could feel the sizzling heat escaping his body, quickly warming up the already stuffy room.
I tried swallowing, but my throat was dry. My voice crackled and the word "nothing" barely made it out of my windpipe.
My answer just seemed to enrage the blond jock even further.
"Why the fuck were you sniffing that jockstrap?!" he roared, motioning his head towards the football stud's discarded loincloth.
I just sat there, letting my gaze settle on the filthy fabric that I'd been sniffing just a few seconds early, trying to figure out a way of getting out of this mess.
"Yo Connor. That's the dude who stays late after school to check us out!" a second voice spoke.
Connor suddenly turned towards his friend, an equally burly brown-haired stud, clad only in his sweat-socked, dark red wrestling singlet.
I recognised him right away. That was Connor's buddy, Matt.
Both these guys were notorious bullies around here and from studying the jock activity after classes, I knew that these two often ended up hanging around.
Connor was a year older that Matt, and just from our little exchange so far, I knew that he was the one in charge.
Connor turned his attention back to me, and scanned me a second time with those striking blue orbs of his.
I was screwed...they recognised me.
The blond jock stood there for an instant. His sculpted chest continued heaving heavily with each breath.
An invisible aura of sweat and testosterone filled the cramped room and heat continued escaping from the two sweaty hunks that stood in front of me.
The air felt heavy and it's scent reminded me of an old carpet...a carpet that had too often fallen prey to feline fecal matter.
My refusal, or should I say, inability to offer an explanation for my presence suddenly caused Connor to jump to action.
The stud quickly walked up to me, grabbed my hair and picked up the jockstrap I'd been sniffing.
"What the fuck were you doing with this?!" he yelled, showing me the dirty loincloth and using his brute strength to try and pry an answer out of me.
I felt tears welling in my eyes, but my panic only got worse when Matt walked up to my backpack and started going through it's contents.
"Dude!" the brown-haired stud called out. "He's got some of our shit in his bag." he said, taking out the jockstrap I'd put away and some of the stuff I'd taken from them last week and the week before that...
"Yo!" Matt suddenly exclaimed. "I found your socks!" he said, holding out the pair of smelly, hole-ridden ankle socks I'd stolen from Connor's locker exactly a week ago.
I felt Connor's muscular body tense up and watched the jock inhale and exhale deeply through his flared nostrils.
His grasp on me got tighter and before I knew it, I was being lifted to my feet and pushed back against the lockers that lined the wall behind me.
"Why the fuck are my socks in your bag!? Talk!" he yelled, banging the back of my head against the aluminium storage units.
This was impossible.
This was a dream, it was just a bad dream...it had to be!
The pain in the back of my head though was very real and so was the threat of being turned into pulp.
The big sweaty hunk wanted answers and he wanted them now...

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 2

Post by NemesisPrime » Thu Jun 12, 2014 10:56 am

Bum bum buuuuum!
I would just own up cause whatever punishment they had in mind wouldn't really be a punishment for me lol
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 2

Post by puffalover » Thu Jun 12, 2014 8:33 pm

Uh Oh! Busted!!
Very nice continuation. I could really feel the panic you're going through not being able to explain what you were doing.
Can't wait to see what's gonna happen! Keep up the great writing!
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Once I have you tied up in both my overfilled blue and red sleeping bags, You're not going anywhere! Hope you enjoy feeling the soft nylon tightly hugging your skin as the heat will soon become unbearable!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 2

Post by Valimure » Thu Jun 12, 2014 10:48 pm

Short but sweet! Nice descriptions of someone caught in the act. I love how realistic everything you write is... Makes it that much better!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 2

Post by Ossassin » Fri Jun 13, 2014 5:28 am

Well his day just got interesting
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 2

Post by akmon45 » Fri Jun 13, 2014 8:41 am

Great so far! Can't wait for the next part!
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### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Jun 13, 2014 10:47 pm

Chapter 3 - The Cat and the Mouse
Connor slammed me against the tall storage lockers and suddenly, the gap that was between us disappeared.
I felt the jock's warm breath on my skin as he pull in close, my face, just inches away from him.
I was so frightened and so ashamed that I couldn't even look the stud in the eye and face up to what I had done.
The angry jock grabbed my jaw and pulled my face up.
I could see him tensing his muscles and flexing his left fist. He was getting ready to punch me in the gut.
His arm pulled back and his fist tightened into a ball, ready to land a blow.
I gasped and flinched, anticipating the impact that would knock the wind out of my lungs.
The impact never came and the big jock's fist never landed a blow.
Instead, Connor landed a series of hard slaps across my face, causing the pain receptors in my left cheek to cry out.
His angry glare was replaced with a somewhat cocky smirk.
He was toying with me.
It was like the cat and the mouse. The feline hunter would catch it's meal but only hurt it's rodent prey, codemning the smaller animal to a slow, painful death.
Connor would play with me, rough me up and threaten me until I gave up, then he'd turn me to pulp, just for the sake of it.
Still, I remained silent and didn't answer his question.
The cocky, superior expression of his handsome face was once again replaced with a frustrated glare.
The stud grabbed my chin with renewed anger and yanked my head up so my eyes were forced to meet his.
"You better start talking or before I really hurt you." he threatened, cold blue orbs peering into my own hazel gaze.
I tried backing away from him, but with the back of my body pressed against the old storage units, I had nowhere to go.
The jock let my chin go and slammed his fist into the locker right next to my head.
I jumped and flinched, deeply intimidated by the muscular stud's sudden and violent outburst.
"What the fuck were you doing with my socks in your bag?!" he yelled, trying to pry an answer out of me.
What the hell was I supposed to tell him?!
I didn't have the courage to admit the truth, but at the same time I couldn't come up with a decent cover story. My time was quickly running out...
"I think he's a fag." Matt suddenly spoke, breaking my line of thought..
As soon as the words left the jock's mouth, Connor's glare changed.
His angry stare suddenly turned into a venomous, sadistic expression.
My lower lip continued trembling and I found no words to counteract the accusation Matt had flung my way.
Connor scrutinized my face, almost as if trying to decipher some deep dark secret hidden within it's features.
"Whaddya say to that boy? You a fag?" he asked, his words dripping with a poisonous venom.
My eyes flinched nervously and my gaze quickly fell to the floor.
I couldn't stand the jock's stare or the accusatory proverbial sword he had pointed at me.
I knew what I was and they knew it too.
An awkward silence filled the testosterone-filled locker room and although it lasted only a second or two, the moment seemed to drag on for an eternity.
"Ya...he's a fag." Matt chuckled in the background.
I knew my silence wasn't helping my case, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the words to refute the claim made against me.
They'd caught me sniffing another dude's dirty jockstrap and they'd emptied my bag and spilled it's contents on the floor...what more was there to say?
Connor was as threatening as ever, but the shame I was feeling right now easily overuled my fear of being beaten up.
The jock continued staring at me for an instant. His eyes peered into my lowered gaze, scanned my trembling lips and fell onto my blushing cheeks.
"You like sniffing our dirty stuff, don't you?" Connor asked in a low, husky tone.
I remained quiet, eyes fixed down to the floor, somewhat absentmindedly.
"Don't you?!" he forcefully repeated, slamming his fist into the locker door next to my head.
I couldn't help it...I couldn't keep this up anymore.
The egg shell can hold it's own for a while, but with added time and pressure, it'll eventually crack.
I just shook my head up and down and licked my parched lips before swallowing the lump of saliva that was welling up inside my throat.
"You like sniffing worn jockstraps and sweaty socks, right?" he pressed, solely for the sake of humiliating me further.
I shook my head "yes" a second time and kept my gaze down on the floor.
My breathing was starting to grow unsteady and I felt tears welling up inside my eye sockets.
Never in my life had I felt so shamed...so, vulnerable.
This was my worst nightmare.
I couldn't believe this was really happening.
How could I be so careless? What was I thinking?!
"Ya? You like sniffing dirty shit?" he pressed. "Then get down on your fucking knees." he said, suddenly grabbing my shoulders and forcing me down.
My knees buckled and before I knew it, I was kneeling on the ground with my face right in front of the big dude's sweaty package.
The dominant hunk roughly grabbed my hair and pushed my face into his crotch.
I protested and tried pulling away, but Connor took a step forward, trapping my head between the aluminum lockers and his sweaty, lycra-clad bulge.
"Sniff!" he ordered, pressing my head into his junk, forcing me to inhale the potent masculine scent emanating from his groin.
I cried out, but his ball sack muffled my complaints and my protest only ended up exciting him.
I felt the blood rushing into his member and felt his shaft growing bigger and harder with each passing second.
"Fuck yeah! Sniff that bulge!" Connor growled, grinding his sweaty singlet-clad dick in my face and forcing his powerful man scent into my nostrils.
I felt my own member getting hard and from the sound of it, it looked like Matt was enjoying the scene as well.
The blond stud continued grunting and pressing my face into his heavily scented bulge.
His dick was now fully erect, it's impressive contour clearly outlined inside the skin-tight wrestling singlet that molded his ripped torso.
The jock took a step back and suddenly pushed my head away, sending it banging against the aluminium storage lockers.
I saw the outline of his large tool and noticed a growing shiny spot at the tip of his engorged mushroom head.
The stud came back at me and reached out for my head.
I immediately tried scrambling away, but it was too late.
Connor roughly grabbed me by the hair and pulled me across the floor.
I yelped out in pain and tried pulling away, but his grip was harsh and unrelenting.
The stud was really big and strong. He had no trouble keeping me under control.
"Settle the fuck down before I knock your teeth out!" he yelled, ordering me to stop thrashing about.
Somehow, I knew he wasn't kidding.
"What d'you wanna do with him?" Matt asked his buddy, no doubt wondering what he had in mind for me.
"Let's tie this fucker up and then we'll teach him not to steal our shit." Connor replied, dragging me next to one of the wooden benches that adorned the room.
The hunky jock sat down and let my hair go.
I felt one of his sneakered feet press down on my lower back and then felt his other foot on the back of my head.
"Stay the fuck down." he ordered, using his foot to press my face down to the floor.
I lied still at the jock's feet, hoping that whatever ordeal they had planned for me would be short and painless.
My captors had something very different in mind for me, though.
As I'd soon find out...this was only the beginning of my life-changing experience.
The worst was yet to come.

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Post by NemesisPrime » Fri Jun 13, 2014 11:56 pm

And our main character enters the gates of hell (heaven)!
Very nice chapter! I felt like I was actually in his shoes and fearing for my life!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 3

Post by bondagefreak » Sun Jun 15, 2014 9:11 pm

Thanks for the comments my friends! Feedback is very important for me and the other writers here.
I'm glad you guys are enjoying this so far, and socjuc...I'm really glad to see you posting It's nice to have another friendly face participating in the forum life.

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Post by bondagefreak » Tue Jun 17, 2014 9:43 pm

Chapter 4 - Dominated
I watched as Matt scanned the room in seach of something. Whatever it was, he couldn't find it.
"Dude, there's nothing here to tie him up with!" he angrily barked, tearing open one of the lockers and rummaging through it's contents.
Connor thought for an instant, before the obvious hit him.
"Yo, go look in the coach's office." the blond jock suggested.
Matt's face immediately lit up. He seemed to think it was a good idea.
The handsome brown-haired stud sprinted across the small room, opened the heavy wooden door leading to the gym and disappeared from view.
I remained silent under Connor's feet...but only for a short moment.
"What are you guys gonna do to me?" I asked, in a tone that betrayed my frightened emotional state.
"Shut the fuck up." Connor growled, pushing my head sideways onto the filthy floor and pressing his big sneaker on the side of my face.
I layed there, my heart thumping loudly inside my chest, blood rushing throughout my body at a hundred miles an hour. Throughout my body...and into my hard dick.
The jock's sneakered foot suddenly lifted itself off my head and planted itself on the floor, right in front of my face.
I watched the blond jock's big sweaty foot pull out of it's old Reebok sneaker and immediately, Connor's strong scent spilled out into the open.
I crinkled my nose in disgust and turned my head in the opposite direction, trying to get away from the strong, cheesy scent.
I felt Connor grab my hair and pull my face back in the other direction, so that I was forced to face him and that massive foot of his.
I gasped and moaned as my nostrils sampled the jock's manly foot stench.
I'd sniffed this stud's socks and even sniffed his sneakers in the past...but I'd never gotten this close to his feet before.
It was awesome and disgusting at the same time.
My whole body tingled in delight when the jock pushed my head to the ground sideways and pressed his big, sweaty foot right over my face.
"Sniff it!" he angrily ordered.
I shook my head and tried fighting his grip. But when the jock yelled at me a second time, I stopped resisting and instantly flared my nostrils open.
The scent of his huge foot was so overbearing that it almost made me gag and forget that this was one of my biggest fantasies.
Much like everything else in this room, the muscular jock's foot reeked!
It took me a few seconds to recover, but against my better judgement, I took in another deep whiff, and another and another one after that.
Before I knew it, I was steadily breathing in the stud's foot stench, filling my lungs and allowing my nostrils to bask in it's powerful scent.
It continued like that for a minute or two.
Connor was really enjoying this, I could tell.
How could he not?
All these guys were the same...big, handsome, strong and dominant.
I'm pretty sure they all fantasized about having another dude at their feet and I'm willing to bet that Connor was no exception.
The jock kept a tight grip on my head, making sure my nostrils were firmly planted inside his curled up toes. I continued sniffing, taking deep breaths through my nose, repeatedly sampling the full brunt of Connor's hard, long day in those worn out trainers of his.
He was a real jock, and he had the feet and the smell to prove it.
My head was suddenly pulled away from his foot and yanked upwards so that I was looking directly at my captor's handsome, blue-eyed face.
Without warning, Connor spat on me, a big smudge of saliva landing across my right cheek, over my lips and down my chin.
I winced on instinct and moaned in disgust as the jock's saliva impacted with my face.
Leaving me no time to feel sorry for myself, the big stud pushed my face back against his foot and ordered me to lick.
"Lick...now!" he yelled.
Even as the saliva dripped down my face, Connor's harsh words resounded in my head.
After a few seconds spend contemplating my options, I decided to comply and tentatively gave his moist sole a quick lapping.
Connor was hardly impressed with my half-hearted attempt. He roughly angled my face up before spitting on it a second time.
"Put your tongue out and lick my fuckin' foot!" he barked, his tone rank with impatience.
The big strong hunk was so dominant, so overbearing, that I couldn't do anything but obey.
I'd always longed to be dominated by a big, hot stud...and Connor certainly fit the bill, even if a little harsh.
His biceps were twice as big as mine and his skin-tight wrestling singlet revealed the torso of a greek god. A pair of massive thighs and muscular legs adorned the wrestling champ's lower body, only adding to his already imposing stature.
I settled my gaze back on his big sweaty foot, took a deep whiff of his man scent and let my tongue slid across it's soft, cheesy-tasting surface.
The taste it left on my tongue was funky to say the least.
I pulled back and recoiled in disgust, but the stud anticipated my move and was there to keep me in close.
I felt his muscles tense and felt his impatience grow.
Right away, I opened mouth and licked his foot a second time.
I could hear the jock breathing through his nose, could hear the small moans coming out of his mouth as I started worshipping his foot with a blind devotion.
I was loving this and so was Connor.
"Fuck yeah. Lick that fucking sweat off." he growled, using his free hand to rub his stiff member through the thin lycra covering his body.
I continued licking his big foot, while grinding my member on the hard floor beneath me.
I was nervous...really nervous! But this was just too good to be true.
The stud was a total god and I was at his feet, licking and worshipping him!
I let my eyes slowly roll upwards, allowing me to look at the jock's face, if only for an instant.
I was hoping to see something...an approving look or a smile, but instead I was met with Connor's cold glare.
Unable to hold up to his gaze, I quickly let my eyes plunge back to his foot and focused on licking it's entire surface...top to bottom.
I loved the way he looked down at me.
Even whilst I passionately worshipped his foot, sniffing it and licking it...the hunk continued staring down at me in a harsh, superior manner.
He was a total dom, through and through...and I was just some insect, a piece of meat to be toyed with and tossed around.
All good things come to an end and before I knew it, Matt came back into the room, returning from what appeared to be a fruitful search.
I looked at his hands, both of which held ropes, cords, straps and tape of all kind.
"Dude, I found loads of shit." the jock voiced out enthusiastically.
Connor pulled his foot away from my face and looked at what his friend had brought back.
"Good...now let's tie this fucker up." he said, sliding his saliva-covered foot back into it's moist shoe.
I breathed in and out nervously as both jocks started going through the equipment that would soon spell out my fate.

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 4

Post by NemesisPrime » Wed Jun 18, 2014 12:01 am

Oh boy! It looks like things are gonna get good!
I wish I was him right now!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Post by bondagefreak » Wed Jun 18, 2014 4:54 pm

Chapter 5 - All Tied Up
The two jocks lost no time in stringing me up.
I tried pleading, but all my attempts to appeal to their mercy fell on deaf ears.
"Wait...I'll do what you tell me to do. I promise, you don't need to do this!" I cried out, begging Connor to let me go.
I knew he was in charge, so I didn't bother trying to plead with Matt.
The two jocks were on me, Matt using rope to tie up my feet, and Connor sitting on my back, working on tying my wrists together behind me.
The big blond jock grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head backwards, causing me to yelp in pain.
"Shut the fuck up." he growled, before going back to the bonds on my wrists.
The studs took their time trussing me up.
They were both really big and heavy and with both of them on top of me, I wasn't going anywhere.
As the rope securing my limbs got tighter and more secure, I started freaking out.
What were they gonna do to me?!
A thousand scenarios started running through my mind, driving me into a state of frenzied panic.
"Wait...please, no!" I begged over and over.
Connor however, was less than sympathetic to my pleas.
"Alright..." he calmly told his friend. "Let's shut him up for good."
I watched Matt walk up to Connor's locker and retrieve a foul-looking jockstrap from within the storage unit.
My eyes followed the jock, until the jockstrap was tossed over to Connor, who was sitting on top of me, his full weight on my back.
I thrashed my head from side to side, trying to avoid what I knew would be a very nasty gag.
Connor grabbed my hair and yanked my head up.
I moaned and whimpered. My whole body started shaking.
I was totally at his mercy and he knew it.
The stud held my head up and used his other hand to bunch up his worn jockstrap into a ball.
I couldn't help by nervously eye the pouch.
Connor's loincloth looked as dirty and as nasty as all the other ones lying on the ground.
The main difference was that Connor kept his shit together, making HIM solely responsible for the jockstrap's filthy state.
Even though it was inches away from my face, I could smell it's thick, heavy scent...a mixture of sweat, dried up cum and piss.
It looked even worse than it smelled and I could only guess how bad it tasted.
As much as I didn't want that thing in my mouth, I couldn't help but be aroused at the thought that this stud wanted to gag me with his own, personal underwear.
This wasn't just one of the ones off the ground that had been tossed from jock to jock. This was Connor's, and Connor's only.
The once-white fabric was now a dull yellowish-brown, stained from repeated long term use.
I could only guess how crusty the pouch was, but something told me I'd get to find out sooner rather than later...
"Open your fuckin' mouth. Open!" he yelled, holding the bunched up material in front of my face.
I didn't wanna make things any worse than they already were, but what he was asking me was really hard...even for someone who had a fetish for smelly jock gear.
Connor took a deep breath through his nose, his impatience bordering on anger.
"Alright, I'm gonna hold his mouth, you take his nose." I heard him instruct his friend.
They were gonna team up against me and force that disgusting jockstrap inside my mouth, whether I wanted to or not.
Then, Connor would most likely be even more pissed off that I'd resisted him in the first place.
Matt circled around and crouched down in front of my head.
Just as he started reaching down for my face, I opened my mouth wide and whimpered, indicating my surrender.
Connor hesitated for an instant, no doubt a little surprised by my sudden change of heart.
I was really hoping he'd show me mercy and reconsider, but my obedience wasn't rewarded the way I hoped it would be.
The hunk shoved his jockstrap pouch inside my mouth and stuffed it in all the way.
As the crusty material filled my mouth, the overwhelming taste of dried out cum and funky crotch sweat began assaulting my taste buds.
I moaned but the jock ignored me.
He just kept using his fingers to roughly push the material in, making sure each bit of it was stuffed behind my teeth and tightly packed inside my mouth.
By the time he was done stuffing his worn loincloth in my mouth, I could barely make a sound.
"Dude, pass me the tape." I heard him say.
I watched Matt walk back behind me, and in a matter of seconds, Connor had a thick roll of orange duct tape in hand.
The familiar sound of duct tape being unleashed from it's roll resounded in the small, dimly lit room. The hunky jock started wrapping layers of tape around my head, covering my whole lower face and sealing his crusty, cum-stained jockstrap inside my mouth.
"There...that'll keep you nice and quiet." he taunted, using his hands to pat down the orange tape around my face and neck.
I was so enthralled...so overwhelmed by the strong, bitter taste filling my mouth, that I barely registered his words.
My hands and feet were quickly strung up together in a tight hotgie, but I didn't care.
The only thing that mattered, was Connor's crusty old jockstrap and the taste of a thousand workouts slowly seeping out of the stained cloth.
I was forced to chew and suck on the hunky muscle god's wornout jockstrap.
The fabric that was stuffed in my mouth, had contained the stud's horny member during every workout over the past year, and had never been through a single wash in all that time.
The taste was so incredibly strong, yet I felt so incredibly horny!
I just loved how Connor had stuffed his wornout undies in my mouth.
He was so strong and dominant...it was almost a privilege to be sucking on his old loincloth like this.
I was now completely trussed up. Secured in a tight hogtie and gagged with the hunky dude's sweaty underwear.
I wasn't going anywhere and could no longer yell or scream for help.
I was Connor's prisoner.
The next thing I heard, nearly gave me a heart attack.
Connor started dialing a number on his phone and the first thing I heard was "Yo Don, what up?"
When I realised he was speaking to Donovan...the school's football star who's jockstrap I'd been caught sniffing ealier, my heart skipped a beat.
This was about to get really messy!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Post by puffalover » Wed Jun 18, 2014 8:50 pm

Really GREAT continuation Bondagefreak!
Can't wait to see what additional torture these jocks have in store. I really feel for this guy right now.
As with all your great stories I've read, great character development and emotion!
I'm Looking forward to what happens next!
Once I have you tied up in both my overfilled blue and red sleeping bags, You're not going anywhere! Hope you enjoy feeling the soft nylon tightly hugging your skin as the heat will soon become unbearable!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Post by NemesisPrime » Thu Jun 19, 2014 1:04 am

Love the gag but uh oh! It seems company is on the way!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Post by Finn4323 » Thu Jun 19, 2014 3:25 pm

Awesome story. Anxious to see what the jocks have in store for their captive. Wondering how long they'll hold him prisoner.

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Post by bondagefreak » Thu Jun 19, 2014 7:54 pm

Thanks for the support, my friends!
I'll be posting the next chapter very shortly.

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Post by Finn4323 » Fri Jun 20, 2014 6:06 am

Personally, I'm not big on dirty socks, jock straps, etc for gags. A clean sock held in place with duct tape, sure, but not something dirty or smelly, but that's just me. But the domination of some more muscular jocks, their domineering, confident, self-assured attitude, and their skill with rope, making sure escape is impossible definitely turns me on. Keep up the good work, man. Great story so far. Other than the dirty jockstrap, wouldn't mind being in his place (at least for a couple hours).

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 5

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Jun 20, 2014 6:07 pm

Chapter 6 - The Phone Call
"Yo dude, guess what?" Connor spoke over the phone.
"You know how all these months our gear kept disappearing? Turns out this fag was breaking into the locker room and stealing our shit. Yeah!" he cheered enthusiastically. "Matt and I caught the punk red handed...and dude, when we busted him he was sniffing your shit!"
I felt a tingling sensation all over my face and knew I was blushing in shame.
Even though I was tightly gagged and hogtied, I couldn't help but shake and whimper uncontrollably.
Now another one of the jocks knew about my fetish.
Who else would they tell?
If this got out, I'd never show my face in school again.
I was really fucked!
"Yeah. We got him all tied up." I heard Connor say. "Okay, cool...we'll wait for you." he said before ending the call and slipping his phone back into his sports bag.
"Don's gonna be here in ten minutes." he told Matt before focusing his attention back on me.
Connor took a few minutes to check my bonds, making sure that the rope was tight and that the knots were out of reach.
Suddenly, the blond-haired jock reached for my head, pulled my face up and spat on me.
I hated the humiliation, but I loved it at the same time.
Connor was harsh and he wanted me to feel like shit...which I did.
I moaned loudly in my gag and rubbed my head against the floor in an attempt to wipe the saliva off my face.
This was really humiliating.
"Shut up!" he ordered, giving me a hard slap on the head.
The jock got up and went to his locker, where I noticed Matt slipping into a pair of red satin shorts and a white t-shirt.
Connor too started getting dressed and I couldn't help but notice that both jocks didn't change out of their wrestling singlets.
They kept the sweaty uniforms on and just put their regular clothes over it.
Connor put on a thick grey hoodie and slipped into a pair of dark trackies. He gave me a cold look when he noticed I was watching him.
Immediately, I averted my eyes and turned my head the other way, wanting to avoid that cold, commanding stare of his.
The stud came near me.
I saw his feet walk up to my face and right away I noticed he wasn't wearing any shoes.
I looked up, just in time to see him crouching down over me with both of his big workout trainers in hand.
He put his sneakers on the ground, next to where my head was resting, took the left shoe and slowly started loosening up the laces.
I watched the hunky blond-haired stud loosen his shoe up and watched as his fingers slowly pulled the shoe open, nice and wide.
I knew what he was about to do.
He was gonna push my face into that big, sweaty sneaker of his!
He just stood there, crouching over me, slowly opening up his sneaker right next to my face.
He was toying with me, making me watch what he was doing.
I looked at his handsome face and quickly started pleading with him through my eyes.
I whimpered and "mmmpphhed" lightly into my crusty, sour-tasting gag, hoping the big stud would show me mercy.
In truth, I wanted nothing more than to sniff the blond wrestling champ's stink old trainers, but at the same time, it made sense to pretend that I didn't want to.
Something told me that my captors, especially Connor, prefered it that way.
All things considered, it's much more fun forcing an unwilling victim to sniff your smelly sneakers than to have someone willingly do so...
Connor looked at me, a cocky smirk displayed on his handsome face.
He made me watch as he picked up his shoe and brought it to his face.
He took a quick whiff and immediately crinkled his nose in disgust.
"Phheeww! These bad boys reek!" he pointed out, more for the sake of teasing me than anything else.
Oh god, I was getting really hard down there!
Just seeing Connor sniff his own Reebok trainer and gag on his own stench, drove my sexual excitement to a whole other level.
All I wanted was for this big hunky jock to hold my face inside his shoe and force me to sniff his foul-smelling foot stench.
Connor quickly pulled his trainer away from his nose and opened it up even wider before angling it over my gagged face.
My eyes went wide when I saw the inside of the jock's old sneaker.
It looked absolutely worn-out and filthy in there!
I knew I was in trouble.

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 7

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Jun 20, 2014 11:26 pm

Chapter 7 - Donovan's Arrival
The inside of Connor's old shoe looked nasty to say the least.
It's once white interior was now a mix of grey and brown...no doubt the result of several years worth accumulation of sweat, toe jam and sock lint.
On the sweat-stained inner sole, the number "13" was still visible, although most of it was faded out due to constant use and abuse.
"Here...take a whiff." Connor teased, holding the back of my head and slowly moving his smelly sneaker over my face, until my chin, mouth and nose disappeared inside it's warm interior.
I took a sniff and immediately let out a muffled cry for help.
I started going crazy, moaning and crying out into my gag, shaking my head from side to side...but nothing would do it.
The jock clamped his old Reebok trainer over my face and held it there, forcing me to take deep whiffs of his potent foot odour.
I loved smelling stinky sneakers and worn socks, but Connor's bad boys weren't just worn-out and stinky...they reeked! The putrid, funky scent that emanated from them was just so thick...so, strong and overbearing.
I moaned and fought my bonds, twisting and pulling against the rope that kept me secured in a tight hogtie.
The jockstrap gag filled my mouth completely and the tape was so tight and generously applied that I couldn't even move my jaw.
The big blond hunk held my head in his thick arms and kept his pungent sneaker clamped over my face.
Each new breath forced me to moan, beg and struggle with renewed fervor.
Connor finally pulled his reeking shoe off my face, allowing me to take a breath of fresh air.
My respite was short-lived however, and soon my face was back inside the jock's smelly old trainer, sniffing in it's stuffy, cheesy scent.
It continued like that for a while...
Connor would pull my face out of his sneaker, only to shove it back in a few seconds later.
His foot stench was absolutely horrid, but at the same time I loved every minute of being subjected to it. He was such a big, strong dude...and it made me so horny to be at his feet, sniffing those big size 13 sneakers of his.
Trapped between the hard floor and the weight of my hogtied body, the rock-hard member in my pants started throbbing and oozing pre-cum.
Connor's foot odour was so potent and overwhelming that I couldn't think straight.
I pleaded through my gag, begging him to remove his shoe from my face, but he wouldn't listen.
The hunky blond-haired stud loved having me sniff his stench and loved the power and control he had over me. I was his foot bitch and he'd have it no other way.
Suddenly, I realised Donovan was in the room, talking to Matt and Connor.
I didn't even hear him come in, so busy I was, trying to cope with the blond stud's filthy old shoe.
Even while talking to his buddy, Connor continued holding my head and pressing my face into his sneaker.
Eventually, he stopped and let my head go, allowing me to recover from the overbearing scent of his footwear.
"What are we gonna do with him?" I heard Donovan ask, his deep, masculine voice resounding across the cramped room.
I looked at the football stud, my face red in shame as I noted the differences and similarities he shared with the other Alpha male in the room, Connor.
Both jock's had a similar build.
Donovan was slightly taller, but Connor made up for the small height difference in bulk and muscle.
Connor's hair was a shade darker than Donovan's, but both studs shared the same pale blue eyes and sharp facial features that drove chicks mad.
I suddenly stopped focusing my attention on Donovan, and instead paid attention to what he and the others were saying.
After all, it might give me a clue as to what they were planning to do with me.
"We should let Chase, Rick and the other guys know..." Matt suggested.
"No" Connor immediately cut off. "For now, this stays between the three of us."
"Agreed" Donovan spoke.
Matt didn't say anything, but the expression on his face spoke clearly.
He obviously wasn't following Connor's line of thought.
"Dude. If we tell the others about this punk, they'll all want in on this." Connor explained. "I wanna keep this between the three of us for now, that way we don't have to share him the other guys."
"Yeah...okay." Matt finally answered, understanding the logic behind his buddy's argument.
"So...how d'you guys wanna do this?" Donovan asked.
I waited in quiet anticipation, but from the silence that suddenly reigned in the room, I knew that they didn't really have a plan yet.
A few seconds passed, until finally Connor spoke.
"We'll bring him to our dorm...that's the only thing I can think of right now." he said, obviously at a loss for other ideas.
"That's fine, I don't have anywhere to keep him." Donovan pointed out. "Anyways, you guys found him, so it's only fair that he stays with you."
It was settled. The three jocks were in agreement.
Whether I wanted to or not, I was gonna be spending the weekend at Connor and Matt's place.
"Okay...let's get the fuck outta here and bring this fucker to our place." Connor said, getting up and rubbing his hands together.
I watched Matt pick up stuff off the ground, old socks, worn jockstraps, cups and other gear. He gathered a bunch of stuff and started stuffing everything inside his black sports bag.
Donovan and Connor disappeared into the gym, only to come back with a really big hockey bag, which I assumed was in the coach's office.
"Alright, you take his feet, I'll take his shoulders." Connor instructed, and before I knew it, I was being lifted up off the ground and placed inside the big bag.
As soon as the two blond studs put me in the bag, they started grabbing stuff from off the floor and dumping it in with me.
My head was soon surrounded with stinky, worn gear and the bag was zipped up, sealing me in with all this funky-smelling stuff.
I tried moaning, but they just ignored me.
The bag smelled like sweat and body odour, and I couldn't do anything to get away from it.
The hogtie was starting to get really uncomfortable and here I was, sealed in and zipped up inside this big black sports bag.
I felt myself being lifted off the ground and I knew that we were leaving the locker room and leaving school.
Connor would take me to his dorm, for what promised to be a very crazy, very humiliating
weekend.
My dungeon awaits!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 7

Post by Finn4323 » Sat Jun 21, 2014 1:16 am

WOW!!! This guy is in deep trouble. He better hope they decide to release him completely on Sunday. Since these guys are obviously slobs, their dorm room will probably be as nasty as they leave the locker room. Sounds like they just got themselves a household slave. Either he agrees to do all their laundry, pick up the stuff they leave laying around in their dorm room, and keep their dorm room clean or they'll tell EVERYONE at school, what he was doing. Easy blackmail. And since he's already intimidated by them after what they have in store for him, over the weekend, it won't be TOO hard for them to "persuade" him to become their slave.

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 8

Post by bondagefreak » Sat Jun 21, 2014 3:29 pm

Chapter 8 - The Ride
It was a weird sensation being lifted up off the floor and being carried around in a bag like that.
I could hear their sneakered feet scramble across the floor as they carried me out of the building.
I heard a heavy door being pushed open, then another. As soon as we moved beyond that second big door, I could hear the faint chirping of birds and the sound of cars in the distance.
The sounds were muffled of course, but still perceptible.
I knew we were outside, in the college parking lot.
We walked for a bit...or rather, they walked and I followed, until we stopped and I was dumped onto the hard ground.
I heard one of the jocks playing with a set of keys and heard the doors of a vehicle being opened.
At first, I thought it was a car, but when I heard the sound of the rear door being slid open, I realised we were gonna take a ride in Donovan's van.
"You take the front, I'll sit in the back and make sure this punk stays put." I heard Connor say.
I felt myself being lifted up off the ground and felt my abdomen touch down on a soft, cushioned surface.
As soon as the van door slid closed, I heard the engine roar to life.
I felt my restaints get tighter and felt big straps tighten around the outside of my bag, pinning me to the padded material I was resting on.
I quickly put two and two together and realised I was on the van's large back seat...a cushioned surface capable to holding up to three passengers.
Connor must've used two of the seatbelts to restrain my hogtied body to the seat.
As if being hogtied and gagged wasn't enough, I was now securely strapped in and buckled up.
I knew, if I was gonna get out of this, I'd need a miracle.
Soon, the van started moving and we were under way.
I guess Connor couldn't resist the urge to toy with me, 'cause next thing I know, he unzips part of the bag and pulls my head out, before zipping it back up around my neck.
I was indeed lying on the back seat, my hogtied body taking up two spaces while Connor took the third.
The big blond hunk took a lot of space, and my head ended up resting right next to his thigh.
I started scanning the inside of the van, but Connor roughly grabbed my head and pushed it back down against the leather seat.
I moaned, but he tightened his grip and told me to shut up.
We drove for a minute or two, Connor still holding my holding my head down to the seat.
It was getting colder outside and the days were getting shorter.
I didn't know what time it was but I could only guess it was past seven, since the sun was starting to go down.
The campus wasn't far and I knew that we'd reach it in a few minutes.
That didn't stop Connor from having fun with me though.
The jock let go of my head and reached down for his feet.
The inside of the van quickly filled up with the wrestling champ's manly foot stench and I knew right away what that meant.
I started struggling and moaning in my gag, but I wasn't the only one who started objecting.
"Ah no! Dude! Come on!" Donovan and Matt complained in unison, before quickly opening the front windows.
Connor just chuckled at the unanimous complaints the three of us made.
These jocks were proud of their body odour and foot stench. They used it to prove how masculine they were, and Connor was no exception to that rule.
The jock brought up his sneaker and started undoing the laces, pulling it open so that it was wide enough to accomodate my face.
I looked up at the blond hunk and pleaded with him through my eyes, gently shaking my head from side to side, begging him not to make me sniff his smelly old shoe.
He took the time to look at my pleading face, to look into my pitiful eyes, his pale blue orbs peering down into mine.
He was so dominant, so confident that I stopped pleading, moaning or begging through my gag.
I knew I was gonna sniff his gym sneakers if he wanted me to.
I was at his complete mercy.
The jock finally pushed my head inside his big, moist sneaker and held it there, making me inhale his strong scent, forcing me to take it in and accept it.
I moaned and cried out, but it was all in vain.
I continued smelling the hunk's old trainer, until finally, the vehicle came to a halt and we had arrived at our destination.
Connor pulled his stinky sneaker off of my face and told me to shut up.
"If you don't stay quiet, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you when we're at my place." he warned, before pushing my head back into the hockey bag.
ZZZZZZZZZIP!
The bag was zipped closed and soon, all I could see was darkness.
I felt the seatbelt restraints being unbuckled and felt myself being picked up and dragged off the van seat.
A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around my bagged body and soon my three captors and I were heading into the building where Connor's dorm was located.

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 8

Post by HumHumming » Mon Jun 23, 2014 6:02 am

I must congratulate you on all of these chapters. Amazingly written as always, and I like how you are picturing how the character is getting more and more submissive and even how he likes it more and more. The amount of content is extraordinary! Tons of chapters made for a lovely afternoon reading. I wish I had the inspiration to write like that ^^
Keep it gong please, I like where this story is going BF

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 8

Post by bondagefreak » Mon Jun 23, 2014 1:09 pm

Thank you so much for this review my friend!
This story has not attracted as many readers/reviewers as my other works, but I'm glad to see that at least a few of you are enjoying this.
Thanks so much for giving me feedback, I really appreciate it.
I'm looking forward to reading the continuation of your own tale as well!
Don't keep us waiting too long

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 8

Post by chadmc90 » Mon Jun 23, 2014 2:49 pm

This story is really good so far. Can't wait until they finally get into their dorm room and the real fun to begin.
Check out my latest story A Cowboy's Dream!
Feedback highly appreciated! Feel free to Private Message me if you prefer to not post on the public forum!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 8

Post by puffalover » Tue Jun 24, 2014 1:16 am

Another outstanding story from bondagefreak!
Like everyone else here...I can't wait to see what these jocks have in store for this poor fellow once in their dorm.
I hope there will be some sleeping bag usage! (no pressure though)
Once I have you tied up in both my overfilled blue and red sleeping bags, You're not going anywhere! Hope you enjoy feeling the soft nylon tightly hugging your skin as the heat will soon become unbearable!

### Re: The Locker Room Thief (MMM/M) PG-17 *CHAPTER 8

Post by Lake Lover » Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:33 am

A tale well told, so far, with great emotion and feeling by the characters. Connor seems the perfect master to dominate a jock sniffing foot licking slave for a whole weekend! Some guys have all the luck.