The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby HumHumming » Sun Mar 08, 2015 12:37 am

The Unwilling Imprisonment


Chapter 1

I had lost any advantage long ago. Now I was nothing more but his unwilling prisoner.

My hatred burnt like a beacon in my chest, but with my hands bound, my eyes blindfolded and with this disgusting gag there was little I could do.

I just kept on walking, with him walking behind me, driving me forward. I’m not sure if any teammates heard us… probably not. I realized that he intended to keep me his prisoner, and that scared me to death.

Why him? Anyone but him would have been better. I was scared shitless of him. Even more now that he had me captured and at his mercy.
Oh dear Lord, what have I done to deserve this?



It was a relatively simple game. It was like a Capture the Flag game with a few twists and modifications. We would play with two teams consisting of twelve people each from my school.

We were out in the country in a well-known leaf forest in September where the days were hot but the nights cool.

As a team we had one major camp each and several smaller checkpoints, outposts and strongpoints spread out between our team and the enemy team.

To win we basically had to take a certain number of these smaller points, then we could take the team flag of the other team from their main camp. And we had paintball guns to do it. And as soon as any team member was hit, he or she was forced to stay out of the game until midnight and the next day started. That way we could drag out the game a little.

This was planned to be a long game, stretching out from between several days to a whole week probably. It was designed that way. It was designed to take a long time, and in my case it was way too long…


In hindsight I knew I shouldn’t have joined when I knew that Connor, the school jock-bully was going to be in it. I had my doubts at first, but I thought I wouldn’t have any problems with him, even though we had a rough past. Stupid as I was though I thought that this would be a fun week to be spent with my friends.

Oh how wrong I would turn to be.

Fate can be cruel towards us sometimes. Especially when you are destined to be at the mercy of someone cruel, someone that you’re scared of and that you hate. I would turn out to have quite a bumpy ride ahead of me and the week of playing a fun game would turn out to be quite different from what I planned.


I was running on light feet through the forest. My running shoes barely touching the ground covered with brown dead leafs as I guided my light body through a more open part of the forest. I was playing a role as a scout with the main role of being light on the feet and providing reconnaissance and intel for my team. My thoughts were to scout a bit just after we started the game, before the enemy team was all set up. I thought I would take everyone by surprise. Unfortunately for me, there was another one who was just as fast and eager as me getting into the game.


I ran to the top of a small ridgeline in the forest, only to stop at the crest to take a breather and look around. But not paying attention, I didn’t notice a steep section a bit further down the other side of the ridge. There was a sort of hollow in that side of the hill, in the middle of its height, just below this steeper section which I didn’t see. So I had no idea that a potential enemy was lurking nearby.

I heard some activity somewhere further up. I knew I was deep in enemy territory, but I couldn’t see the enemy. I decided to go even deeper into the forest.
So I slowly made my way down the soft ,leaf-covered ground of the slope of the ridge in hopes of getting closer. I passed the steep section and the little hollow that was now behind me and to the left. I heard a click behind me. I froze in my steps. Then I heard a few clicks more and a loud swear.

‘’I know that voice, it’s from…’’ I thought as I turned around

And just when I did that, I saw him. Connor. The huge jock school bully that I hated more than anyone else on this planet, running straight towards me. The mean jock that was a body full of muscle. And before I could react he tackled me to the ground, knocking the wind out of my lungs and sending us both crashing down the soft slope of the ridge.

We were tumbling in the leaves, tangled in each other as I was completely disoriented. We rolled down to the bottom of the ridge’s slope, leaves flying everywhere as we did so. But I managed somehow to break out of his grip.

Since we were at the bottom I wriggled free of Connor who was obviously disoriented by the tumble as well. The only thought was to get on my feet and face him. I was sort of about to get up standing.

But as I was about to rise I felt a grip and mighty tug on my ankle and I fell face first into the ground. He got on top of me and straddled my back. Or tried to at least. Before he managed to pin me to the ground I turned my body to the side. I now had greater mobility.

He was over me in an instant, but I did my best to get away from his strong grip and heavy body. He was much heavier than me. If he fully got on top of me I would never get away. I had to get on my feet and use mobility to my advantage!

I grabbed a thick stick lying next to me and I hit it as hard as I could with my right hand straight towards his head.

It cracked into small splinters as he let out a loud swear and got away from me. He was not prepared and was temporarily knocked back. The strike didn’t draw blood, but it was enough to make him disoriented and to give him a light headache.

As the weight of his body eased and was moved away from my body, I finally got to my feet. Now I had a possible chance of getting out of this situation.
I was just about to take the opportunity and run away since I was very fast and nimble. But then I saw it. My paintball gun lying a few metres forward and to the right of me. Connor’s gun malfunctioned, but mine would work for sure. If I could get my hands on that I could shoot Connor and put him out of the game for the day!

What a great way to start off the competition, I thought. Connor was one of the leaders in the enemy camp and a good man for them to have on their team. Though he could be an outright bastard sometimes.

I made my decision and made a dash for the paintball gun while I had a chance. I made a run for the gun. I saw that he was too far away since he had stumbled away a few steps after the blow to the head. I had enough time I thought. So I went for it. It would have worked had I not stumbled right before I dived for the gun.

I got up immediately, but it was too late.

My heart sunk as I was half kneeling and half standing as I heard his heavy footsteps coming closer. He gave me a full heavy tackle right into my side, using his arms to further push me away. I flew quite a distance before I hit the ground.

I took a few seconds before I got up again. The wind had once again been knocked out of me and I knew it was over.

And as I was getting up on my knees again I heard a paintball fly right past my head and hit the ground behind me.

‘’Don’t you… fucking move a damn muscle. Or else… I will shoot you’’ Connor growled out as he breathed in and out heavily as he aimed the gun at me.

I was standing on both my knees. I took a quick look at his domineering position and angry expression. I quickly averted my gaze, bent down my neck and looked down into the ground.

I knelt there in a defeated position as I was now at his mercy.

‘’Damn it! I had already lost for the day!’’ I thought

I expected the shots to come soon. He would probably riddle me with shots since I fought him so fiercely and caused him such trouble.

But the shots never came. Instead there was silence and a wait when neither of us said anything. I just looked down into the ground, hearing him breathe heavily. And after maybe 10-15 seconds of silence, he spoke up again.

‘’Now listen here. You’re gonna do exactly as I say, you hear me? You’re gonna take it nice and slow. You’re gonna do as I say, no struggling or yelling for help or I’m gonna shoot you up until your damn skin turns blue’’ he growled out in his dark, heavy voice.

‘’Now fucking stay still on the ground’’ he said as he was walking backwards to get his backpack that had also flung away in the tumble.


I was now very confused.
Why hadn’t he just shot me yet? What was he waiting for? Was this a game he was playing, or was he planning something else?


He picked up his bag, walked back a bit closer to me and kneeled down on the ground. While still keeping the gun pointed at me with one hand, he opened up the bag with the other. He pulled out a roll of duct tape two pieces of cloth. One large and one very small, that I didn’t see what it was.

He came over to where I was and ordered me to lie down on the ground, face first. I did, and he straddled my back, so that he was sitting on my shoulders and so that he was facing my hands and rear. His dirty gym shoes were now nearly in my face.

Since his weight pinned my much smaller body down, there was no use in struggling. He proceeded to use the duct tape to bind my hands together behind my back, not sparing any tape. He made sure that my fingers were also properly taped so that I couldn’t get it away from me without help. Then he turned around so that he was facing my head, then leaned down towards my ear to whisper.

‘’Now, I don’t want you crying for help or making a fuss. So I’m just gonna have to shut you up’’ he whispered as he brought up the black cloth and duct tape to my face.

It was then that I noticed that it was not a mere piece of cloth, but a visibly worn sock! I tried to object, but it was too late. He was already pushing in the dirty sock in my mouth and bringing up the duct tape to my mouth.

He hand-gagged my mouth once the sock was in it until he could get a piece of tape loose from the roll. He did that for maybe ten seconds. Something told me that he didn’t just do that because it was necessary…

He then got to wrapping the duct tape around my head, again and again and again. I violently struggled to get away, but his strong firm hands made sure that the sock was now securely inside my mouth with several layers of duct tape over it.

Finally he did something I didn’t like either. He bound a piece of cloth over my eyes, making sure that I had no sight.

‘’There we go. I told you I didn’t want you making a fuss. Now, we’re gonna get back to camp and you’re gonna obey, alright? I’ll be walking behind you and be pointing the gun at your back. If you try to make a run for it I’ll shoot you down, and even if you get away, you’re more likely to accidentally kill yourself than ever meet your friends’’ he growled in my ear

Without my hands, voice or sight there was little I could do to resist. I wouldn’t see where I would go if I got away. I had no choice. I was forced to comply and obey him. I had to follow him back to camp as his prisoner.

I moaned out in my filthy gag. It was clearly worn for quite a long while and never washed. Its taste was now assaulting my taste buds.

I had a long week ahead of me. One that would change me forever.
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Connor: 18YO - 188cm - 90kg

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Mar 08, 2015 1:45 pm

This definitely sounds like the kinda game I'd like to play!

Looks like you're in for a rough ride with that big bully-jock Connor as your captor.
Feels like there's some bad blood between the two characters. This should get very interesting.

I really like where this is going...especially with the worn sock and duct tape gag 8)


I wonder what's in store for our young captive.
Anxiously awaiting part 2.
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Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby Lake Lover » Thu Mar 12, 2015 7:23 am

This story is off to an exciting start, with skillful descriptions creating wonderful images of the chase and capture by Connor. Would that I could experience it myself! But for that matter, I wouldn't mind being in the place of either of the characters. Please continue the adventure.

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby xtc » Thu Mar 12, 2015 9:16 am

Good start.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby Veracity » Thu Mar 12, 2015 8:19 pm

you hooked me! Looking forward to part two.

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby HumHumming » Fri Mar 13, 2015 7:34 am

Thanks for the nice and supportive comments folks! I've started on the next chapter. I have some work to do in school right now but I'm working on he next one.

I greatly appreciate any kind of feedback is :big:

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby bondagefreak » Fri Mar 13, 2015 11:04 pm

That's great to hear!

Don't rush. Keep concentrating on your school work like you're already doing.
IThat being said, 'll be more than happy to read what happens next when you post the second chapter 8)
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Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby HumHumming » Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:28 pm

The Unwilling Imprisonment


Chapter 2


Me and Connor walked to his camp mostly in silence. He didn’t talk much and I couldn’t say a thing. It was hard for me finding a footing on the ground since I couldn’t see any root, rocks, branches or bumps in the ground. And Connor wasn’t really doing his best to warn me either. A couple of times when I fell I thought I heard him silently sniggering before he roughly pulled me up again. But maybe I was wrong.


As we were coming closer to his camp he finally spoke to me.

‘’Hey Jake, I would be scared shitless if I were you.’’ He said cockily

I froze in my steps stopped. I was rewarded with a shove in the back.

‘’Why the fuck are you stopping? You only get to stop when I say so’’ He angrily commented as he pushed me onward


We made our way up a steep hill, and this time Connor was actually nice enough to guide me by putting a hand on my shoulder. Though the paintball gun was still pointed straight into my back.

I was hearing increased activity and people chatting with one another. That chatter was soon converted into gasps and whispers as I felt myself being guided deeper into the crowd of people. I had apparently made it into camp and people now saw my predicament.


‘’Hey Connor! What the fuck have you got there? Are you spending quality time with the enemy now?’’ a strong voice exclaimed, underlined with amusement.

The voice was so filled with confidence and power that it had to have been one of Connor’s jock buddies.

‘Yeah, this little wuss is Jake from school. I caught him before he could run. He gave me a fucking hard time about it.’’ He said as he gave a hard slap to the side of my head.

I was now scared shitless. I had no idea what was going to happen, nor what these jocks were capable of.

Of course there wasn’t only jocks in their team, but I had a hard time imagining that anyone else would have the leading roles but them. They would be the ones in charge of my captivity. And they could do whatever they wanted with me. That thought alone made me want to resign from the game instantly.


Under whispers and a few taunts here and there I was being led further in to the camp. We continued walking until Connor then halted me, pushed me down on my knees before he undid a loud zipper. Then he roughly pushed me inside something so that I was sprawled on the floor.

I could tell from the texture around me that I was now in a tent, probably his tent.

Then he removed my blindfold and confirmed my suspicion. And man was it a large tent! It was probably built for 5 people. But I could only see one sleeping bag in there.

‘’This is my domain Jake, my tent where only I live. But now, you’ll live here too’’ he told me as he stood up looking down at me.

‘’And trust me, I’ll have a lot of room for fun with you. I’m gonna enjoy tormenting you’’ he said with a wicked smile

I started thrashing in bonds and I screamed out in my gag.

‘’Hey, calm the fuck down!’’ he told me as he knelt down and roughly grabbed cupped my face in his hands

I did so and just gave him a hard glare instead. There was no way I was gonna let this happen.

He just stared back at me. He wanted to wait until I had calmed down. He kept staring into my eyes, but I wasn’t about to succumb to him.

‘’Listen here, I’m gonna keep you prisoner here for the rest of the game, and there’s nothing you can do about it. And I want you to fucking obey me! Every single damn thing I tell you’’ he told me in a low but harsh voice.

‘’You’re gonna stay here as my new slave, and I’m NOT letting you go…’’ he almost whispered as his face was just a few centimetres if front of mine as he held my face in his hand.

I knew he was serious, this wasn’t just some game he was playing with me. He really intended to keep me as his prisoner.

‘’I can’t be always be here though. So I’m just gonna have to make sure you’re tied up properly’’ he told me as he let go of my face.

And with that he went to a large bag on the floor. He pulled out a second sleeping bag from it.

‘’Now you’re gonna stay nice and snug while I’m away winning this game’’ he told me in a voice filled with excitement. A voice I was well familiar with.


With my hands bound behind me there was little I could do. He just did what he wanted, which was to pull me inside of the thin, black sleeping bag. I couldn’t do anything about it. Slowly he pulled it up my body, against my moaning and shouting into my disgusting gag. He was really rough with me and there wasn’t anything playful about this. It was actually scary to see how motionless he was at my screams of protest. How roughly he sealed me in and how he gave me a slap in the face when I was too loud. His bully-like attitude was all too familiar…

Then he zipped the cords at the head of the bag, so that it was properly sealed around my neck but my head was still protruding out of it. But that wasn’t enough. He had to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere. So he added one final piece to me. Rope. Tons of it.

He pulled it out of his bag and then wound it around my trapped body, making any attempts at escaping futile. The rope was bound on the outside of the sleeping bag around me so that I couldn’t even try to wriggle my limbs. And he wasn’t that easy with it all either. He roughly bound the ropes around me and tightened them a lot. Too much actually, to the point where it wasn’t comfortable.

‘’What kind of person keeps things ready for a moment like this?’’ I thought to myself


I was now more scared than before. This guy was really serious and I was gonna be kept here for as long as he wanted to!

Oh God! Why did it have to be him? He hates me and I hate him. We’ve had a rough past and he’s probably gonna make me painfully aware of that.


When he was done and I was uncomfortably tied up he spoke to me again.

‘’Now just because you’re such a fucking bad sport about this, I’m gonna make you enjoy something while I’m gone’’ he said as he turned around to his huge bag again.

‘’Yeah, bad sport. What the hell do you expect to happen’’ I thought to myself. But I wanted to shout it to him

What he pulled out made me scream out into my gag. It was a roll of duct tape and a really old and funky running trainer. And I it from a pair he’d worn for school for several years. I’d seen him wearing them a lot. Both when running in them and when just wearing them casually. And they were incredibly worn out by the looks of it. That must just mean a horrible stench! I managed to guess what was now about to do…


‘’Shut up’’ he roughly said as he turned me around so that I was now on my belly and couldn’t move as much.

He crouched down over my small body with his knees of either side of my upper torso.

Then he moved the trainer close to my face. I could already smell the musty stench when it was just close to my face. But I would get much more acquainted with it.

He shifted his position so that his knees now moved to my head.

With his knees now pressed against the side of my head and one hand keeping my head in control he used his free hand to position his trainer under my face. Then he pushed my head down. And the smell hit me like a wave! It was disgusting! It was more horrible than any smell I’d ever been able to produce after any long run or workout!

I screamed out into my gag and wriggled around as best I could, but he showed no signs of compassion or empathy. He kept my head pinned down as he then started rolling duct tape around the sneaker and my head. He was gonna keep it tightly pressed against my face.


It took several minutes, but eventually the trainer and its foul smell was tight against my face and there was no escape. On top of that I also had this sock in my mouth that he had worn for God knows how long. And it was still early in the day. Possibly early afternoon. The day was far from over.

‘’Now you stay put. And if you manage to wriggle off that trainer, you’re gonna regret it’’ he said as he rose up.

‘’It’s still early. And I have stuff to do. I’ll come back to take care of you later tonight. And don’t expect anyone here to help you. You’re my property now.’’ he said as he turned to the entrance of the tent and zipped it up before walking out.

‘’Enjoy.’’ He said with a wicked smile as he looked inside the tent a final time before zipping up the entrance again.
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Jake: 16YO - 175cm - 59kg

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby tony2 » Sun Mar 22, 2015 4:14 am

Very well done! i guess i'm hooked on your stringer too!
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Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby HumHumming » Sun Mar 22, 2015 12:35 pm

I'm glad to hear it tony, I'm glad to hear it :big:

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby Veracity » Sun Mar 22, 2015 11:18 pm

Good chapter. Can't wait to see what's next.

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby bondagefreak » Mon Mar 23, 2015 9:00 pm

This is getting better and better.

I enjoyed hearing the jeers and laughter from Connor's friends as Jake was being led through camp.
The scene sounded so real and tangible.

It sounds like our young character will be in for a rough ride.

I actually really liked the sleeping bag bondage and of course the forced sneaker sniffing scene!
Hopefully there's be more of that later on as well.

Poor Jake.
It looks like this'll be a long first day for him...especially with Connor's old trainer and all.


Can't wait to read what happen's next!
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Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby gagfan867 » Wed Mar 25, 2015 2:56 pm

As is often the case in these stories I find myself jealous of the victim, well done

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby Lake Lover » Thu Apr 02, 2015 9:49 am

Jake sure is a handsome boy. Makes me wonder if any of the other guys in camp will have an opportunity to pay him a social call while Conner is busy elsewhere. This is a really captivating story!

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby HumHumming » Sat Apr 04, 2015 6:45 am

The Unwilling Imprisonment


Chapter 3


I laid there in complete silence for a long while. I couldn’t tell how long it was, but absolutely more than an hour. And I was stuck with his dirty sock in my mouth and stinky sneaker over my face.

The smell was horrible. I could feel the smell of dirt and sweat rubbed into the inside of the shoe and the smell assaulted my nose without mercy. It was unlike anything I had ever smelled. It was like a pair of shoes someone had worn after having worked out the entire day, nearly worse than that actually.
On top of it all, I was now sweating beads inside the sleeping bag as I was fully sealed in clothing in it in the middle of a hot summer day! Just that should have been cruel enough! I was feeling that I was slowly getting dehydrated.


The sock was bad, but I couldn’t do anything about it. The trainer was worse though, and that I could do something about. I knew he had warned me not to remove it, but I wasn’t about to succumb like a whimp that easily! I had to show that I wasn’t gonna put up with his shit!

I started to move around and wriggle around on the floor. I did all I could to get the sneaker off of my face. It was hard though, especially since Connor did a generous job with the tape. And for a while I thought it was hopeless. But then I got some slack on the tape and I could feel it loosening!

I struggled harder and eventually the trainer began to get dislodged from my face. And finally I got it off my nose. A large part of the tape still clinged to my head though, so I only succeeded in making the trainer hang from my neck under my nose. The shoe was now hanging under my nose and I could still feel the rank smell. It was absolutely disgusting from here, so I didn’t understand how I could stand it when it was lodged over my nose!

But at least this was better. At least now it wouldn’t destroy my nose with its smell. I was amazed he even managed to create such a smell! But I could recall seeing those trainers on him for a long while in school, much longer than a pair of shoes should be worn by another person.

I now waited in silence with the smell of the trainer under my nose.


After at least another hour I could finally hear Connor outside the tent talking loudly with a few other guys. I couldn’t make out the words, but I heard it was him.

My heart was now beating faster. I was regretting the decision to remove the sneaker and I was scared as shit! I knew his temper and I knew how angry he could get. Then I finally heard the zipper go up.


‘’Man am I hot and swea…’’ he stopped as he looked down at me as I lay on my stomach.

‘’What the fuck did I tell you before I left!?’’ he shouted as he processed what had happened.

‘’I fucking told you to not remove the sneaker!’’

He quickly crouched down beside me, leaned in his face towards mine and roughly grabbed my tape-covered chin in him big hand.

‘’It seems I have to teach you a lesson’’ he said with gritted teeth.


And with that he rose up. I saw him walk over to a small mobile chair he kept in his tent. It was already folded out so he just moved it closer to me. He turned me around and then put the stool over my body so that I was pinned underneath it and couldn’t wriggle away from it. My torso didn’t quite fit between the legs of the chair, so one shoulder had to be uncomfortably pressed against one chair leg.

He sat down on the chair, now sitting over me. He looked intimidating and incredibly powerful in that position. He didn’t say anything, he just put up his feet, covered by a pair of dirty gym sneakers. He sat them down on my pecs and looked down at me.

I must’ve looked pathetic. I frowned at the sneakers and looked up at him in disgust and confusion. Then without a word he slipped off one of his sneakers, revealing an incredibly dirty white ankle sock. It was now visibly brown from all the sweat and dirt. I had no idea how long he had worn them. And from the sock and the sneaker poured out a wave of horrible foot stench at me.

I moaned out in frustration and wriggled away my head, but his socked foot followed my face. He also reached down and kept the sneaker pressed against my face as well. I yelled out in my gag to get him to stop. I was disgusted and I would have gagged and maybe puked had I not been gagged. My eyes were getting teary and I wanted it to stop. I had never had anything like this ever happen to me.

This smell was worse in a way. It was fresh and ripe. It came straight out of his newly-worn sneakers and it tormented me worse than his previous trainers. The smell was worse than his other pair of trainers, and I didn’t know any jock could produce this kind of odour! Then again, I knew he had a problem with foot odour.


He kept this up for maybe 10 minutes before he finally took off his second sneaker. Then he took both his dirty, socked feet and planted them on my face firmly. Even if I tried to wriggle away my head his feet would still be planted tightly against me face and he kept them there. He pressed down hard against my face, making it harder for me to move my head.

The smell assaulted my nose and I felt the moist surface of his socks against my skin. I was feeling nauseous, but he showed no signs of stopping. Had I only been able to, I would have begged him to stop. I would have done anything to have this torture end! I would have pleaded with him to stop and to forgive me.
But he showed no signs if stopping. He kept this up for at least 20 more minutes, and all the while he said nothing. He just looked down harshly at me, as if I deserved this and more.


When I had enough of it and really wanted it to end and the smell became too much, he finally removed his feet from my face.
I took in a few deep breaths of fresh air. The first one in at least a half hour! It was the best breath of air I had ever taken in my entire life, and I would have thanked him had I not been gagged.

He rose up from his chair, then sat down on the ground facing my head on the ground. He moved himself so that his knees now pinned my head in place between them. He pressed his legs hard against the sides of my head. Then he took both his worn sneakers again and brought them up to my face.
I shook in my bonds and started whining in my gag. I made loud protests and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

Not again! I can’t stand anymore! Please no more, I hate it, I hate it! I can’t stand it! No more! I thought to myself as I struggled and tried to shake away my head.

My struggle was only rewarded with him tightening his leg-grip on my head and him looking down sadistically at me. He could see the tears in the corner of my eyes for sure, and he probably knew I couldn’t take any more of this. But he didn’t even as much as blink. He just gave me and evil smile and without hesitation brought down the sneakers to my face again, trapping my nose in their stench.

My nose was now trapped and mercilessly tormented in a stinky hell.

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby tony2 » Sat Apr 04, 2015 11:56 am

Nice descriptions. Good job.
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Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby bondagefreak » Sat Apr 04, 2015 11:56 pm

Looks like Jake is paying big time for his infraction and it sure sounds like he's having a hard time coping with Connor's foot odour. That seems familiar for some reason :quirk:

Connor must really have a thing for watching his prisoner sniff his feet and trainers.
I know I do 8)
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Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby Lake Lover » Fri Apr 10, 2015 9:49 am

I have a lot of empathy with Jake. He has to get some measure of revenge against Connor, even tho Connor will be deadly furious at Jake's lack of respect. He just MUST! After all, Is he a man or a mouse???

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby mitchelaiden » Mon Jul 13, 2015 6:56 pm

Loving this story, hope to see future installments to see what else connor has in store for Jake ;)
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby HumHumming » Tue Jul 14, 2015 10:24 pm

Unfortunately for you, as of now I have no intentions of continuing this story. I'm afraid it'll jut have to go into the pile of unfinished stories like many others (including 2 others of mine :roll:

Re: The Unwilling Imprisonment

Postby Bondagefootpig » Thu Oct 08, 2015 2:50 am

Damn this story is super hot and erotic. Man I wldve loved to play those sort of games growing up. I wldve traded places with Jake! It's a shame it won't be continued but I look forward to more of ur work.