Continuing......
There I was, tied in my own house by my friend. Not only that, i was tied in my sweat and dirty uniform. I pondered my fate as Patrick as I waited for him to return. I wondered how experienced he was. A little worried, but i was kinda excited. Patrick walked back in with a few pairs of handcuffs and a small rope. He untied my feet and handcuffed them with the ones that had two feet chain in between them.
He then untied my hands and handcuffed them in the front. He then tied one of the ends of the rope to the handcuffs on my hands and held onto the other end. With one bug pull, he brought me to my feet. He then grabbed the rope and began leading me up the stairs. He tugged pretty hard, so i was booking it with the cuffs i had on my feet. When we reached the stairs, I tripped. I fell right on my face and mpphed in pain. He continued to pull, heartlessly. I began to crawl up the now ever so steep stairs.
After going up two stairs, my uniform was once again drenched in fresh sweat. He led me to one of the beds in the main room. He picked me up (he must have been eating his wheaties!) and tossed me on the bed. He uncuffed my hands and took off my shirt, leaving me in my black undershirt. He had some rope handy, and obviously being a expert tie artist, had my hands tied to separate post in no time at all.
After doing that, he uncuffed my feet and slid off my flimsy shorts, leaving my in my jockstrap with cup and long soccer socks. My body glistened with sweat. He just as quickly as before, tied my feet to the remaining two bedposts, putting me in a tight spreadeagle position.
He obviously was good with gags, and very smart, because he knew that the taste in his sock had already been sucked away by me because he ripped off the duct tape and took out his sock. He pulled off his other sock and shoved that in, renewing the taste of sweat and dirt into my mouth. He told me to 'enjoy that', and taped the sock back in with a strip of duct tape, giving me little to no chance of getting that sock out on my own. He grabbed his bag that he had brought over with him and opened it on the other bed.
I moved my head to see. He emptied the contents. He moved his PJ's and change of clotes to one side and moved his 'other' stuff to the other side. He had nipple clamps, a big pile of various socks, a few pairs of shoes, a speedo, a few pairs of tightie whities, and a few jockstraps. I mpphed in awe. He glanced at me and grinned, "big collection, huh?"
I nodded, and he grabbed a shoe from the pile, and brought it over to me. The most i could do to avoid it was to move about a centimeter. He put the shoe over my nose and tied the laces around my head. I shook it off, which was stupid of me, because i let him know that it was loose.
Duct tape was fetched, and he wrapped it around the shoe and my head, securing it. He assured me that I would like sniffing his shoe. I mpphed in disapproval. He then informed me that he 'stank' and needed to take a shower. But instead of leaving for the bathroom, he took off his shirt, undershirt, and pants in front of me. This only left him in his jock. He smiled at me and took out the cup from his jockstrap, dropping it to the ground. He slid off his jock, leaving him naked. He knelt down and grabbed something.
He walked over to me, holding his dirtied jock. He put it on my head, telling me that it was for 'future enjoyment'. I mpphed as he walked away, leaving me in my black undershirt, jockstrap and gagged, sniffing his old shoe. I wondered what he would do. He obviously had much in store for me!
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