Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby bondagefreak » Mon Jan 26, 2015 11:22 pm

Note from the author: Because of increased working hours during the second half of last year, I haven't been able to update any of my stories in many months. I will be resuming work on all my projects this year, but before doing so, I'm going to slowly get back into the game by publishing a new, short story. Please enjoy my newest project.

Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage
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Chapter 1 - The Camping Trip



It all started out on a cold and rainy day late in October.
Like most years, my parents would agree to send me up north to my uncle's cottage to spend some time with my cousins.

I always looked forward to this time of year.
Uncle Steve was a really cool guy, and I got along really well with his two teenage boys, Phillip and Ethan.

Ethan and I were both fifteen and measured up at about the same height and build.
We were both pretty big for our age, each weighing in at over 150 lbs and quickly closing in on the 6 foot mark.

Phillip was the senior of us by almost two years, but remained surprisingly small and scrawny compared to his younger brother.

Phillip was a quick study and a gamer. He was into electronics and stuff, but his brother Ethan was the complete opposite.
Ethan didn't care much about video games or books. He was the hands-on type of guy. He needed to "do stuff", whether it be playing football or just horsing around with his friends.

But wait a minute...I'm getting ahead of myself.
Sigh. Where are my manners?


My name is Josh. Well actually it's Joshua...but my friends call me Josh.
I'm 15, I go to high school, I play football, hockey, and I like hanging out with my buddies after school.
You know...typical teenager stuff.
Not much to say really.

I guess you can say I'm just your average Joe.

But enough about me...

So anyways, this year's camping trip was supposed to be pretty fun.
I was looking forward to spending the long weekend out in the woods with my uncle and two cousins.


Unfortunately, our plans didn't work out as well as we'd thought.
The weather forecast for the weekend changed rather drastically and we almost ended up calling off our trip.

As it turns out, my cousins were also really looking forward to heading up to their cottage and their dad decided to go ahead as planned.
So on Friday evening after school, my uncle picked me up and drove me and my cousins to the cottage up north.

I brought my fishing rod, some warm clothes, several pairs of wool socks and my cold weather sleeping bag...just in case the weather proved more clement than predicted.

My uncle and cousins had also brought their fishing gear and camping stuff, and Phillip just couldn't help bringing his laptop and video games along for the trip.


I was really happy to be spending time with my cousins.
The two hour trip up north went by real quick and before I knew it, we were settling into my uncle's cottage and unloading our stuff from the car.


It was already late, and we were all pretty tired from our school week.

My uncle would spend the night with us and drive back home in the morning.
It would be pouring rain all day tomorrow, so we wouldn't be going out fishing or camping anyways.

On Saturday night, he'd be back, and hopefully if it was nice, we'd have the next two days to camp outside and have fun.
Steve was cool enough to trust the three of us to stay alone for the day. Anyways...what could possibly go wrong?


The cottage was pretty small and cramped and there wasn't exactly a million things to do.
For some reason, that didn't worry me much. Knowing Ethan like I did, I knew we'd come up with something to keep us occupied...and have a lot of fun along the way.



Once we had everything inside the cottage, Phillip immediately claimed the living room couch by throwing his big blue sleeping bag on it.
Ethan and I would have to settle for sleeping on our inflatable mattresses.

We settled our mattresses on the floor and unrolled our sleeping bags on top of them.

Ethan's was a dark blue one, exactly like his brother's, while mine was black.
All our bags were made for cold weather camping, so they were real nice and thick.


My uncle had his own small bedroom with a small bed, which he quickly retired to, but not before throwing a rolled up sleeping bag next to my mattress.
"I wasn't sure you'd bring your's, so I brought one for you just in case." he told me.

It was a really fat-looking army green bag.
I knew I wouldn't need the bag tonight, but if we went camping, having a spare bag wouldn't be a bad idea.

After wishing us goodnight and shutting the living room lights, my uncle retired to his room.

Before I knew it, we were all quietly zipped up inside our bags, falling fast asleep.


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The next thing I remember, was waking to find my uncle whispering to my cousin Ethan.
When I propped myself on my elbows and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, both of them noticed I was awake.

Steve greeted me and seemed almost apologetic for having woken me up.

"Alright, you guys have fun." he whispered, careful not to wake Phillip up. "I should be back by eight or nine. There's food in the fridge and I'll be bringing back a few more snacks on my way up here tonight." he added.

Ethan and I wished him a good day and in a matter of minutes, my uncle Steve was on the road to his hometown.
I didn't know the details...I just knew it was important and that it had something to do with his work.


After Steve had left, I tried closing my eyes and going back to sleep.

Ethan too tried getting some more rest...but he was tossing and turning in his bag just as much as I was.
Phillip was of course totally oblivious to it all.

He was still sleeping soundly on the couch, fully zipped up inside his thick blue bag.


After some more tossing and turning, I decided I just couldn't sleep, so instead I did the next logical thing...see what Ethan was doing.

"Psst! You sleeping?" I whispered.

"No...not tired anymore." he answered back in a low tone.

"What d'you wanna do today?" I asked, unzipping my bag and sitting up on my mattress.

"Hmm...don't know." came Ethan's reply.

For some reason, my eyes kept drifting towards Phillip's sleeping form, all tightly huddled up inside his shiny blue bag.
Ethan must have caught on to what I was thinking, 'cause when I looked back at him, he had a mischievous spark in his eye.


"Let's tie him up!" Ethan whispered, a huge grin beaming down on his face.

Yup, we were gonna have a lot of fun today...
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Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m)

Postby tony2 » Tue Jan 27, 2015 12:31 am

very well written as usual pal.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m)

Postby canuck100 » Tue Jan 27, 2015 3:53 am

Nice intro... I like where this is going...

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m)

Postby xtc » Tue Jan 27, 2015 5:12 am

Hope you clear your head soon. I like the start of this one.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m)

Postby HumHumming » Tue Jan 27, 2015 8:19 am

Well this was unexpected!
I really like how you've built up the story. It's relatively fast paced without losing too many details.

I'm glad you're getting back to writing, I can't wait to see what the future will hold in form of story writing on your part :quirk:

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m)

Postby fratboydanny » Sat Jan 31, 2015 4:06 am

Fun read as always. Thanks for the post.

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m)

Postby Ryguy98 » Sat Jan 31, 2015 8:37 am

looking forward to reading the rest of this story :)

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m)

Postby bondagefreak » Sat Jan 31, 2015 11:48 pm

Note from the author: Thanks for the feedback everyone! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well!
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Chapter 2 - The Element of Surprise



My heart was beating real fast with the new adrenaline surge rushing into my veins.
The idea of overpowering my older cousin and tying him up against his will was just PLAIN EXCITING.

If we got him all tied up, he wouldn't be able to boss us around and Ethan and I could play video games without being bothered.
Anyways, it might actually do Phillip a bit of good to "unconnect" for a while.


Suppressing the urge to jump him right then and there, I followed my cousin's lead and slowly crawled off my mattress.
Phillip was a heavy sleeper, but we still wanted to make sure he didn't wake up prematurely. So we had to be real quiet.

Ethan and I quickly tiptoed our way past the kitchen and into my uncle's bedroom.


My cousin immediately started going through his father's closet, which he liked to call "the camping closet".

I quickly scanned the room in search of something we could use to tie Phillip with, but the only thing I saw was my uncle's traveling backpack, which he used to carry food and stuff for when we went fishing and camping. Other than that, the room was small and bland. The only other thing that caught my attention was how thick my uncle's red sleeping bag looked while it was laid out on the bed, even compared to mine.

"Bingo!" Ethan cheered, pulling out three coils of cotton rope from his dad's "camping closet."
It didn't take long for me to realize that uncle Steve's closet was filled with stuff we could use to restrain our older cousin.
The closet contained several more coils of rope, a big fishing net, a few rolled up sleeping bags and even some tape.

Ethan flashed me a big toothy grin when he fished out the brand new roll of silver duct tape from one of the upper closet shelves.

"You take the rope and while I hold him down, you'll tie him up, alright?" he asked, sprinting towards the door, with the big roll of duct tape in hand.

"Wait..." I called out. "We'll need more rope!"

Ethan examined the three big coils of rope he'd handed me and shook his head in agreement.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." he chuckled.

My cousin reached into the closet and took out the remaining two coils of rope before resuming his way out the door.



We were real quiet on our way back to the living room. I remember thinking that my heart was gonna beat it's way out of my chest.
I was so excited.


Phillip was still soundly asleep by the time we were standing over him.

My cousin and I couldn't help but exchange amused facial expressions at the sight of the seventeen year old, all huddled up inside his sleeping bag.

This was gonna be too easy, I thought to myself.

Not only were we bigger and heavier, but we also had the element of surprise on our side.
On top of that, poor Phil had his big blue sleeping bag zipped up all the way.
That, combined with the fact that our cold rated bags were thick and heavy, would greatly help in hindering his movements.
He was doomed to spending the day as our prisoner.


Ethan and I looked at each other one last time and decided to proceed with a silent hand countdown.
"Three...two...one...go!" he signaled.


We jumped and landed right on poor Phil.


Ethan landed on his brother's upper body and quickly wrapped his arms and legs around him.

I got on my cousin's legs and wrapped my thighs around the lower part of the sleeping bag.


Phillip didn't protest right away.
We must've knocked the wind right out of his lungs...'cause he was real quiet, at first.

Then he started making noise and lots of it!

First came the grunting, then the questions and finally, the threats.

"What the f*ck are you guys doing?! Get off of me!" he yelled.


Ethan and I ignored him totally and focused all our attention on keeping him tightly confined to his thick blue bag.

I was about to start using the rope when Ethan had an idea.

"Wait, don't tie him up!" he said. "Let's get him zipped up inside my sleeping bag as well!"

Phillip definitely didn't like what he was hearing.
"What the f*ck is this?!" he yelled, trying to violently fight us off.

I climbed off of Phillip and quickly grabbed Ethan's matching blue bag.

"C'mon, let's zip him in." he cheered. "He'll be able to move even less!"


Without loosing anymore time, I quickly jumped back on struggling Phil and started fitting the second thick bag around him.

It took a bit of effort, and we nearly lost our upper hand in doing so, but within two minutes, we managed to get Phil tightly zipped up inside both thick sleeping bags.

Now came the fun part!
Phillip struggled wildly and cursed at us both...especially his younger brother.

"You're gonna pay for this!" he yelled, his face red with anger.

We just laughed and kept him pinned down inside the sleeping bags.


I passed Ethan some rope and we both started tying up our thrashing prisoner.

This wasn't the first time we'd played TUGs and to our credit, Ethan and I were pretty good at this.



I started tying up my older cousins feet and slowly made my way up to his knees and thighs.
The combined loft of the sleeping bags was real thick and we knew we didn't have to worry about blood circulation, so we took our time and wrapped him up EXTRA TIGHT before knotting down the rope.


By the time I was done securing Phillip's feet and legs, Ethan was finishing up the rope-work on his brother's upper body.
After a good ten minutes of meticulous tying, tightening and knotting, Phillip looked like a big blue worm.

Several tight loops of rope kept the upper ends of the sleeping bags secured around Phillip's neck, while the rest of the rope was tightly knotted down around his arms, torso and belly.

"F*CK!" my older cousin yelled. "LET ME GO!"


Ethan and I broke out into laughter as we stood up and looked down at our struggling prisoner.

Phil's crazed thrashing was reduced to pathetic attempts at wiggling.
He couldn't even sit up or roll over!

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" he yelled in frustration.

"Alright, now we get the couch." Ethan stated, grabbing his older brother's helpless form and pulling him off the couch.

I joined Ethan on the couch where we spent the next five minutes watching Phil wiggling on the floor, getting more and more frustrated.

After a while, he just gave up and stopped struggling.

The sleeping bags were just too thick, and we'd tied him up so good there was no way he could get out on his own.


"F*ck you guys...you're both gonna pay for this when I get out." he threatened.


His threats were pretty funny, especially considering he wasn't a match for even one of us, even when he wasn't tied up.
Ethan didn't find it as funny though and I could tell he was starting to get pissed off.

"Alright...let's duct tape his mouth shut." he decided, grabbing the big roll of silver tape and slowly getting off the couch.


"No! NO!" Phillip yelled, twisting his head away from his brother, as if that was gonna stop him from being gagged.

I quickly jumped off the couch to hold Phil's head so Ethan could gag him, but as I did so, my cousin was struck with another brilliant idea.

"Wait!" he exclaimed. "Let's stuff his mouth with something first!" he added with a big smile.

"Yeah!" I cheered on.

Phillip was about to protest, but Ethan clamped a big hand right over his mouth. "NOOMMPPHHHH!"

For Phillip, that was the cherry on the cake.
Being tied up by two younger teenagers was one thing, but being handgagged by his jerk-of-a-brother was another.
"MMMMMPPHHHH MMMPHHH!!!" he yelled angrily.


I looked around the living room, but I couldn't find anything.
"What can we use?" I asked, trying to think of something that would be small enough to fit inside my older cousin's mouth, but big enough to keep him well stuffed up.

Ethan looked around the room, appearing at a loss as well...right until another idea lit up his mind.

"Hey!" he shot with a smile. "What did you do with those stinky socks you were wearing in the car yesterday?"


As soon as those words came out of Ethan's mouth, Phillip's expression changed from one of anger to one of sheer terror.

"MMMPPPPHHHH!!!" he yelled out, his eyes nearly popping out of his head at the memory of my bad foot odour.

Ethan and I exchanged a look of delight and I smiled in agreement.


Poor Phil was really in for a treat today!
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Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby tony2 » Sun Feb 01, 2015 12:05 am

better and better!
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby tony2 » Sun Feb 01, 2015 12:05 am

better and better!
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Feb 01, 2015 12:36 am

Nothing makes a tie up better than a stinky sock and tape gag :D
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby HumHumming » Sun Feb 01, 2015 12:38 am

Great chapter Master!
Now I'm really anxious to see the continuation of this story. The upcoming gagging should be just te kind of stuff that I love to read :quirk:

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby fratboydanny » Sun Feb 01, 2015 10:37 pm

Very nice continuation and I am loving how the next chapter will begin the the sock going into Phillip's mouth.

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby puffalover » Sun Feb 01, 2015 11:01 pm

Hey Bondagefreak,

Great start to another great story. Can't wait to see what else transpires.

Like everyone else here, I love the fowl stinky sock gag. Always a great torture and humiliation method and it's an effective gag as well. Also even though the story is a little more fast pace than your other stories, it's still clearly written and very detailed.

Keep up the great writing.
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: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby sockgagged » Sun Feb 01, 2015 11:40 pm

Glad to see that you're back in business with the awesome as always stories!

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 2

Postby observer1 » Tue Feb 03, 2015 7:51 am

Good to see you're back. Great sleepingbag action, thx.

observer1

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Feb 08, 2015 5:16 am

Chapter 3 - Gagging The Prisoner



Apparently, Phillip really didn't wanna be gagged with the socks I'd worn yesterday.
I think the memory of how bad they smelled during the car ride yesterday, was still fresh in his mind.

The worse part of it was, it wasn't intentional.
Normally, I'd only pack clean clothes for trips like this, but when I got home from school, I rushed to get my stuff ready and in doing so, forgot to change my socks.

Unfortunately for Phil, I'd worn the socks two days in a row and it just so happens that I had a gym class on both of those days.

But that wasn't the end of Phil's problems.

To put it mildly, I had sweaty feet.

According to the guys in my gym class, I ranked very high on the foot stink-o-meter, and judging by the look on my older cousin's face, I'd say he thought so as well.


"Mmmpphh...mmmpphh!" he yelled as I went through my pack in search of my funky-smelling gym socks.

Ethan was doing a pretty good job at keeping Phillip quiet.
With one arm wrapped around his older brother's neck, he had no trouble keeping Phil's mouth clamped shut.


After a few more seconds of searching, I finally fished out the plastic bag I'd used to keep my worn clothes in. and took out the two crusty ankle socks.

Phillip renewed his attempts as escaping.
He squirmed around like a giant worm, but the tight rope-work was unrelenting and kept him securely bundled up inside the thick sleeping bags.


"Alright, I'll hold his mouth open. Make sure you put stuff your socks in toes-first." Ethan laughed.

Phillip managed to let out a few loud yelps, and for a minute I was shocked at how truly desperate he seemed.

"MMmpphhhelp! HELP!" he screamed, desperate for someone to hear him and rescue him from his younger brother and I. "HELP!!!"

I bundled up the first sock and quickly jammed it into his mouth...muffling his last scream of the day.
"HELmmmpphhh!!!" he yelled, or rather tried to.


Finally, we'd have him gagged real good.


Ethan and I had to work quickly to keep our prisoner gagged.
We plunged our fingers into his mouth to stop him from pushing out my sock with his tongue.

Phillip was fighting like his life depended on it.
He really didn't want my socks in his mouth...but it was too late for my older cousin.

Without losing a beat, I grabbed my second worn gym sock and stuffed it in...completely muffling his screams for help.

It took some effort to pack both ankle socks into his mouth, but after almost a minute of pushing and stuffing, I managed to jam both socks securely behind his teeth, pinning his tongue down and stuffing his cheeks to the limit.


"Hold his mouth shut!" Ethan cried out ethusiastically.

I crouched down on top of Phil's head and used my hands to force his jaw shut. Not a small feat, considering how tightly jam-packed it was at this point.

Ethan quickly reached for the big roll of duct tape and ripped a short strip from the roll.

Phillip screamed wildly into his gag!
He was furious and yelling at the top of his lungs.

If it wasn't for my smelly gym socks stuffing his mouth, he would've been driving us both crazy at this point.



Ethan stuck the piece of tape to his brother's right cheek and immediately started bringing the roll around his head.
I watched my cousin pull the tape real good, making it tighter and tighter with each pass.
I kept my hands clamped on Phil's head and chin to keep his mouth shut.

Meanwhile, the sound and smell of duct tape filled the small living room as Ethan continued gagging our prisoner.

"Put some tape under his chin!" I told my cousin.

Phillip grunted angrily into his gag, but my worn socks stuffed him up real good.

After the fourth pass around Phil's head, Ethan severed the duct tape and starting wrapping it below his chin and up over his head.

"Mmmmpphhh...mmpphh." Phillip cried into his gag.
I could tell by the way he was squinting his eyes, that he was having trouble coping with the taste of my raunchy socks.

Ethan severed the tape again, but couldn't help himself from passing it around his brother's mouth and head just a few more times.

"There...that'll keep him quiet." he said smiling.



Phillip continued his muffled moaning.
Apparently, the gag we'd stuffed in his mouth really didn't agree with him.


Ethan laughed a bit and started pinching his brother's nose shut, just for the sake of pissing him off even more.
I watched the exchange for a few minutes and sat down on the couch to contemplate how we'll we'd executed our plan.


Now that our would-be babysitter was snuggly tied up and gagged inside the two sleeping bags, Ethan and I pretty much had the day to ourselves.



Poor Phil.
It was pouring rain outside and the kitchen clock barely read 9 AM.

We'd have a lot more fun with him before the day was over...
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Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby HumHumming » Sun Feb 08, 2015 5:22 am

Wow, you sure know how to make a chapter interesting! I really like it, especially how you describe all the gagging action in such detail :odd:

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby FelixSH » Sun Feb 08, 2015 6:36 am

Nice. Doesn't look like you unlearned anything, it's still a joy to read your detailed description of, well, basically everything. I like how you take time to set everything up in the first chapter and how you continue to take your time to go into detail with everything.
But mainly, I enjoy to read about your characters because they feel well written, like teenagers who have some fun. I think that's what makes this fun to read.

I'm looking forward to the next chapter. :)

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Feb 09, 2015 6:45 am

Vary excellent. This story could go many ways and I'm looking forward to it

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby observer1 » Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:11 am

cool

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby bondagefreak » Tue Feb 17, 2015 4:52 pm

Thanks for the great comments so far everyone!
Chapter 4 will be up and posted in a bit.
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Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby gagfan867 » Tue Feb 17, 2015 8:40 pm

Really nice story so far, somewhat jealous of phil haha.

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 3

Postby Ossassin » Mon Mar 02, 2015 3:53 am

Wonder if Phil will get revenge
Good story
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Mar 08, 2015 11:31 pm

Chapter 4 - Brotherly Love



With Phillip securely bound and gagged inside the two thick sleeping bags, my cousin and I pretty much had the cottage to our own.
We could do anything we wanted and Phillip wouldn't be able to do anything about it...well, besides yell in his gag.
From the amount of noise he was making and the way he kept glaring at me, I could tell he wasn't enjoying my gym socks. Not that I could blame him...


The day went by a little too quickly.

Ethan and I made some scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. I took a shower after Ethan took his and we spend most of the morning and early afternoon playing video games on Phil's PlayStation 4.

Poor Phil had it real rough in the afternoon.

Ethan didn't stop tormenting his brother, sticking his bare feet over his nose and forcing him to sniff between his toes.
We'd showered and hadn't done anything physical since...so Ethan's feet couldn't smell that bad. But I guess it was the principle of the matter that got Phillip so angry.
He was tied up and forced to sniff his younger brother's feet.
And it didn't stop there. Ethan laughed at his brother, took pics of him with his phone, sat on him, kicked him and pinched his nose shut.

Fortunately Phillip was gagged well enough that we didn't have to endure his foul-mouthed rantings. My guess is, whatever he was yelling in his gag, it was NOT pretty.
Although I didn't wanna piss Phillip off TOO much, I couldn't help but laugh and chime in at his expense.

After all, how often would I get the chance to see my older cousin gagged and trussed up like this?
Besides, it's not like he'd act any differently if our roles were reversed.
Thinking about it that way eased my mind a bit and I ended up chiming in more and more, unwilling to let Ethan have all the fun.


So it went like that for most of the afternoon.
We played video games on the couch, with Phil on the floor at our feet.
Ethan sat on his brother for a bit, but later decided he made a good foot stool.

Eventually, Ethan had the bright idea of getting his Adidas running shoes and making his brother sniff inside them.

Phillip's face was red with anger, but that changed when Ethan put his shorts down and farted in his sneaker before pushing it back over his helpless brother's face.

Phillip squirmed as best he could inside the big sleeping bags, but it was no use.
He was trapped, trussed up like a mummy, completely gagged and forced to sniff.
"Mmmmppphhhh!" He yelled in his gag,


At one point, I went to the kitchen to get some soda and heard Ethan call out to me.

"Yo Josh! Bring your old Nikes here!" he yelled enthusiastically.

Even from the kitchen I could hear Phil's frantic response.
They both knew I had smelly feet, especially Phil, now that he had my worn gym socks jammed in his mouth.

"Nah...come on, he's already had enough." I told Ethan, not wanting to make my older cousin even more pissed off at me.

Ethan was really having fun though and I knew from past experience that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Aww...stop that! If you were in his place, he wouldn't hesitate to have fun with you." he pointed out.

No matter how much Phillip tried shaking his head 'no', I knew Ethan was right.

I sighed and quickly went to the front door to get my old hightops.


As I walked back to the living room with my old hightops in hand, Phillip looked at them wide-eyed before whimpering and giving me a pleading look. He knew that one way or another he'd have to sniff my old Nikes, so he just moaned in his gag, hoping to get us to change our minds.
It was the best he could do...


Sure enough, poor Phil ended up sniffing my sneakers and having one of them duct taped over his face, with his nose buried deep inside it.

I knew my feet and sneakers smelled really bad and I felt kinda bad for Phil. But at the same time, part of me actually enjoyed watching him being forced to sniff my shoes like that.

I can't explain it...
It just made me feel really good inside.



A few minutes later, Ethan and I were taken by surprise when we heard a car pull up in front of the cottage.
We ran up to the living room window and to our utter disappointement, we saw Steve park his car and walk towards the front door.

Before he left he told us he'd be back by around eight or nine, but it was only four in the afternoon!

I knew Steve wouldn't be too happy when he'd walk in and see what we'd done with Phillip.

"Aww man..." Ethan complained upon seeing his father arrive several hours early.
We were both a bit disappointed. Our fun was suddenly coming to an abrupt end.
Or so we thought...
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Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby NemesisPrime » Mon Mar 09, 2015 3:45 am

Phil should thank his brothers and cousin for making sure he stayed nice and gagged and breathing through a sneaker!

Wish I was him...
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby HumHumming » Tue Mar 10, 2015 12:32 pm

Wow, this story is keeping me interested still and there seems to be several twists and turns nearby!

I love it how you're able to end on cliffhangers to catch my interest. To make me long for the next part.

I definitely want to see what happens next :quirk:

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby gagfan867 » Tue Mar 10, 2015 6:20 pm

I continue to be fairly jealous of Phil, Id happy trade places with him. Fun story so far.

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby NemesisPrime » Wed Mar 11, 2015 3:54 am

gagfan867 wrote:I continue to be fairly jealous of Phil, Id happy trade places with him. Fun story so far.

You and me both. Gagged with rank gym socks and breathing through a sneaker...I'd be happy! :big:
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Weekend Fun At The Country Cottage (mm/m) *CHAPTER 4

Postby gagfan867 » Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:13 pm

NemesisPrime wrote:
gagfan867 wrote:I continue to be fairly jealous of Phil, Id happy trade places with him. Fun story so far.

You and me both. Gagged with rank gym socks and breathing through a sneaker...I'd be happy! :big:

Getting double layered in a down prison is what gets me pretty excited. being tormented is just a cherry on top.