## Bound & Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (MMM/MM) PG-17 *CHAPTER 101

Post by bondagefreak » Thu Jul 07, 2011 10:33 pm

Note from author: PG-17 - Although a small portion of this story is dedicated to sleeping bag bondage, the title is not descriptive of the whole story.
Please be advised, this story contains BDSM, non-consensual bondage, sex and other adult themes not suitable for minors.
Story Summary:
A young man finds himself being kidnapped and dragged in the woods by his best friend and his former swim team rival.
As if being kidnapped, bound and gagged, force-fed, tortured and humiliated by two muscular jocks wasn't enough, our main character has to deal with the fact that he is slowly falling in love with one of his would-be kidnappers.
What could possibly go wrong?
Start reading to find out!
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Chapter List
PART I
Chapter 1 - The Sleeping Bag
Chapter 2 - No Mercy
Chapter 3 - The Longest Night
Chapter 4 - A New Day
Chapter 5 - Nick's Feet
Chapter 6 - Exploiting the Loophole
Chapter 7 - A Whole New Level
Chapter 8 - On The Road
Chapter 9 - Collared Into Submission
Chapter 10 - Keeping My Head Low
Chapter 11 - The Campsite
Chapter 12 - Under The Stars
Chapter 13 - Brad's Revenge
Chapter 14 - Slave to two Masters
Chapter 15 - Reaping the Rewards
Chapter 16 - Chain Reaction
Chapter 17 - A Night to Remember
Chapter 18 - Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire
Chapter 19 - Feeding Brad's Ego
Chapter 20 - Playing the Game
Chapter 21 - The Calm before the Storm
Chapter 22 - In the Heat of the Moment
Chapter 23 - Heaven and Hell
Chapter 24 - Uncertain Tides
Chapter 25 - Steven's Wild Card
Chapter 26 - Setting the Stage
Chapter 27 - The Great Escape
Chapter 28 - The Surprise
Chapter 29 - High Hopes
Chapter 30 - Broken Dreams
PART II
Chapter 31 - Carnal Desires
Chapter 32 - The Confused Submissive
Chapter 33 - Winds of Change
Chapter 34 - Master Nick
Chapter 35 - A Growing Obsession
Chapter 36 - Acceptance
Chapter 37 - The Shower
Chapter 38 - Worshiping the Master
Chapter 39 - A Means to an End
Chapter 40 - Not Your Typical Afternoon Lunch
Chapter 41 - The Jock And The Blue Singlet
Chapter 42 - The Wrestling Match
Chapter 43 - Revelations
Chapter 44 - Mending the Wounds
Chapter 45 - What goes up, must come down
Chapter 46 - Out of Reach
Chapter 47 - Caught in the Act
Chapter 48 - Power Games
Chapter 49 - The Ultimate Hostage
Chapter 50 - A Good Day
Chapter 51 - Game Over
PART III
Chapter 52 - Where Life Takes Us...
Chapter 53 - The New Life
Chapter 54 - Jeremy
Chapter 55 - Gratitude
Chapter 56 - A New Friend
Chapter 57 - Nick's Good Mood
Chapter 58 - Self-Bondage Gone Wrong
Chapter 59 - Nick's Approbation
Chapter 60 - Forced Pleasure
Chapter 61 - Power Play
Chapter 62 - Waking the Bull
Chapter 63 - Facade
Chapter 64 - Taken by Force
Chapter 65 - Scars and Old Wounds
Chapter 66 - The Trap
Chapter 67 - Under His Spell
Chapter 68 - Shadows of Times Past
Chapter 69 - The Naked Truth
Chapter 70 - Works of the Mind
Chapter 71 - The Surprise
Chapter 72 - The Resolution
Chapter 73 - A Glimmer of Hope
Chapter 74 - The Ticking Bomb
Chapter 75 - Mummified
Chapter 76 - Ending the Cycle
PART IV
Chapter 77 - An Expeditious Retreat
Chapter 78 - Broken Pieces
Chapter 79 - An Unexpected Visit
Chapter 80 - The Babysitter
Chapter 81 - Night and Day
Chapter 82 - Trussed Up
Chapter 83 - Nick's Return
Chapter 84 - A Glimmer of Hope
Chapter 85 - Bliss
Chapter 86 - The Warm-up Session
Chapter 87 - Sampling the Package
Chapter 88 - Foreplay
Chapter 89 - The Release
Chapter 90 - Early Bird
Chapter 91 - The Plan
Chapter 92 - The Double-Date
Chapter 93 - Zack's Dirty Secret
Chapter 94 - A Perfect Afternoon
Chapter 95 - Clarity
Chapter 96 - The Ride
Chapter 97 - The Restaurant
Chapter 98 - For the Cause
Chapter 99 - First Time Experience
Chapter 100 - Fun and Games
Chapter 101 - Afternoon Fun
Chapter 102 (In progress: October 2017)
Bound and Gagged in a Sleeping Bag
Chapter 1 - The Sleeping Bag
Steven struggled, but couldn't break free from Nick's iron grasp.
He was completly zipped up in his friend's winter sleeping bag. The bag was thick, thicker than any he had seen before!
The bag's soft and silky nylon shell was a dark navy blue in colour and the even softer nylon inside was slightly paler.
The outside of the bag was puffy, with deep creases forming under each baffle and the inside was very narrow due to the sheer amount of insulating loft. It was stuffed to the limit.
Nick had mentioned how quickly the bag heated up and how restricting it felt once completly zipped up inside.
But Steven thought nothing of it.
Ever the fool, he cheerfully accepted Nick's invitation to try it for a few minutes.
Wearing a plain white T-shirt and a pair of nylon track pants, he layed down inside the mummy style bag and zipped himself up. Little did he know about his friend's plan to keep him in there for the rest of the day.
Nick had thought about this quite in advance.
He had set a thick, foamy matress under the narrow sleeping bag. It appeared to be an ordinary matress, but in fact it was a medical gurney set with a series of thick leather straps.
The gurney was slightly narrower than the bag, keeping the straps out of view.
Steven only found out about the gurney, when the first few straps came over the lower part of the bag...keeping his legs tightly bound in place.
He was struggling, trying to wiggle out of the thick bag.
Nick, almost twice his friend's weight and armed with a pair of muscular arms, kept Steven pinned down. He was glad when he finally locked the third leather strap, right below his friend's groin.
He put his knee over that area and put his weight on it, further keeping his friend immobilized.
With a wide smile on his face, he took hold of the other strap and with a powerful tug, locked it in place.
Steven's legs and arms were now securely strapped.
Another strap came over the inside of his elbows, strapping over his abdomen and lower chest.
He had no way out...and was at Nick's mercy.
The handsome blonde jock was quite pleased with himself.
He reached behind and grabbed his travelling bag. After a few seconds of looking through, he took out a big roll of black duct tape.
From the look of the roll, Steven guessed it hadn't been used yet.
Nick had something bad in store for him he knew.
Steven heard the sound of duct tape being unwrapped, and a thick strip came over him mouth.
"No!" Steven cried, pleading with his friend.
Nick showed him no mercy.
The gag came over Steven's mouth, and soon an entire strip of duct tape was around his head.
He though it would stop there, but Nick just brought the duct tape around for another pass.
The thick bands of adhesive tape were passed five more times around his head, keeping his mouth tightly shut.
Steven tried screaming, but only the sound of muffled cries came out.
He tried to use his jaw to force the thick strips of tape off his mouth.
Nick noticed his efforts and rewarded him with even more tape.
A strip came under his chin and over his head, then back again.
A few more strips around his mouth and Steven could no longer make a sound.
Putting the roll of duct tape on the floor, Nick came back on the other side of the bag.
There were three more straps that had to be locked, one for over his chest, one for his neck and one for the top of his head.
His friend would be completely immobilized and totally at his mercy...he enjoyed the thought for a moment, before resuming his work.
Another strap came over and tightly pinned down Steven's chest. The only part of his body that still had mobility was his head...and he doubted it would be free for much longer. His eyes wide open, he watched as Nick went in his backpack once again...this time taking out a russian military gas mask.
The mask was pale green in color, a set of round eyes and one breathing tube.
Most masks had a tube to breathe in and another to breathe out, but this mask had only one tube for both. The mask came over his face. He could do nothing to protest as it was quickly zipped up in the back of his head. His head, was now encased in thick rubber, forcing him to breathe in an out through the short tube.
Through the eye set, he could see Nick grinning proudly, contemplating his work.
Nick zipped up the thick hood of the sleeping bag over his gagged friend's face and tightened the drawcords so that only the short tube of the gas mask was protruding through. Grabbing the other strap, he pulled tightly and locked the belt over Steven's neck.
Finally the last strap was locked, tightly pinning down Steven's encased head.
Steven tried to wiggle around, tried to free his hands and arms, but to no avail. The leather straps were tightly pinning his form down, arms to his sides and legs locked together.
He tried to move his hands but all he could feel was the warm, down-filled nylon inside the bag.
Nick watched has his friend tried to wiggle. He could hear the muffled complaints and could hear his friend's steady breathing through the mask.
The bag was thick and puffy, and he knew how warm his friend must have felt in there. Steven was probably heating up, wanting nothing more than to unzip the bag and get out. But the thick gurney straps were keeping him well in place and the layers of black duct tape were keeping his mouth in check.
There was only one thing left to do, Nick thought..."lets have some fun" he said, smilling down at his helpless friend.
He took his Nike sneakers off his bare feet, and quickly sniffed them. His smile grew even widder when his nose picked up the intolerable smell of sweat. His feet really stank, and he knew it.
He wanted to see his friend's reaction, and could wait no longer.
Placing one of his smelly sneaker's over the gas mask's breathing tube, he watched and waited.
Steven was not prepared for the smell that suddenly filled his nostrils.
"MMMMMPPPHHH!" he screamed in protest.
The smell of Nick's smelly sneakers was not new to him though. This wasn't the first time his big, muscular friend made him smell his worn trainers.
Steven struggled valiantly...but he couldn't move an inch. When he was finally forced to take another deep breath, a new wave of the jock's foul foot odour attacked him.
He could do nothing...his mouth, completly gagged, he depended solely on his nose to breathe...
He could do nothing but lay there and breathe in Nick's foot odour.
Satisfied with Steven's reaction to the sneaker, Nick pressed the shoe harder against the breathing tube and secured it onto the gasmask with several layers of duct tape.
His friend would have no choice but to enjoy the smell.
Leaving his basement, Nick quickly looked back to see Steven in the sleeping bag, futilely struggling against the gurney restraints and being forced to breathe in through his sweaty sneaker. He was satisfied to hear low moans every time his friend took breath.
Nick closed the lights of his basement and shut the door, leaving Steven alone in the room.
He would check up on Steven in a bit and maybe give him a few more things to smell.
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Nick
Steven
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### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by fratboydanny » Sat Jul 09, 2011 4:15 am

Very nice indeed. I hope we get to learn more about what happens to Steve.

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by xtc » Sat Jul 09, 2011 6:44 am

Hello. Welcome. A very entertaing start to your first story on this site. I hope you won't keep us waiting too long for the next chapter.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by FelixSH » Sat Jul 09, 2011 7:58 am

Welcome to the board.
Very nice start, IÂ´m waiting for the next chapter.

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by tman » Sat Jul 09, 2011 9:54 am

This is a great start I cant wait to continue reading.
Boys tied up can look AWESOME

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by bondagefreak » Sat Jul 09, 2011 12:10 pm

Thanks for the comments everyone !
There are many great stories on here and its an honour to be able to post one of my own on these boards.
Part II will be posted very soon.
Feedback is very much appreciated and advice/ideas will be taken to mind for further installments.

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by xtc » Sat Jul 09, 2011 4:12 pm

Write it the way you want it!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by sarwrductan » Sat Jul 09, 2011 5:05 pm

I say welcome also....and I'm sweating ...and breathing some fowl odor right along with Steven...LOL...Nope, I'm not tied up...I'm in a hot apartment gathering up kitchen trash to set out side? LOL...Course I was on break when I read this story....achem achem..LOL
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by bondagefreak » Mon Jul 11, 2011 1:14 pm

Chapter 2 - No Mercy
A few hours later, Nick came back down to check up on his prisoner.
He knew his friend would want nothing more than to get out of the bag...he would probably agree to anything at this point.
But Nick had something else in mind.
Satisfied to see Steven, still tightly strapped down in the thick sleeping bag, unable to speak, see or move, Nick moved close to where lay his cocooned friend.
Steven would be much more cautious next time, he knew. Nick found a sort of perverted pleasure at seeing his friend being forced to sniff the inside of his sweaty sneaker.
The smell was so strong, yet there was nothing he could do about it. He just had to lay there and keep smelling it.
Steven was still awake, stuggling against the unrelenting leather straps that kept him bound in Nick's puffy sleeping bag.
The thick hood over his masked head, stopped him from seeing anything. He didn't know that Nick was there, standing right next to him, enjoying the show.
Only when he felt a tugging on his mask and took a breath of fresh air did he understand Nick had removed his sneaker from the breathing tube.
Perhaps this would be the end. Nick was finally going to unstrap him and let him out...in return for something of course. After all, this wasn't the first time his friend had pulled off such a stunt on him...
He felt the leather strap around his feet loosen somewhat...but instead of being freed, he suddenly felt his bounds grow tighter.
Nick was tightening all the straps!
Steven tried to offer his surrender, but the dozen layers of duct tape and the thick rubber mask completely muffled his pleas.
Nick could hear his friend's muffled cries but only smiled in response. The young man took pleasure in hearing his friend trying to plead with him through the gag.
Steven was completely at his mercy, and Nick decided he would enjoy this to the full.
After having tightened all the straps, he took his backpack, which was lying on the floor next to him and produced a plastic hose.
Screwing the hose onto the gas mask's breathing tube, he watched the squirming figure under him and knew that what he was about to do next would really drive his friend crazy.
Taking the hose and placing one of his hands on it's opening, he completely severed Steven's air intake.
He knew that his friend was no doubt scared to death when he realized something was blocking the breathing tube.
Nick didn't want asphyxiate him, he only wanted to toy with him a bit...
He kept his hand on the hose for a few more seconds and seeing his friend starting to struggle violently, decided it was time for the next stage.
He lowered the hose down his pants and right after taking his hand off the opening, produced a silent, but very potent fart.
Immediately, Steven took a deep breath of air, his lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.
Nick smilled...his timing had been perfect.
Steven soon realized what was happening, but it was too late. By the time he realized what he was smelling, his lungs were already filling and his gask mask gave him no lee-way as to what he could breathe and what he couldn't.
Once again, he had no choice but to breathe in the odours and smells Nick wanted him to smell. He couldn't protest or do anything about it...he had to obey quietly and live with it.
"MPPPHHH!" Steven tried to yell. He tried twisting and wiggling free, wanting nothing more than to be rid of the gas mask and the foul stench he was being forced smell.
After forcing his helpless friend to smell his farts, Nick came up with a few more ideas on how to continue his little game.
All the straps were still tightly locked and Steven hadn't gotten any luck at freeing himself of the sleeping bag.
Nick unbuckled the strap that was pinning Steven's masked head down and unzipped the sleeping bag's hood.
Taking the gas mask off his exhausted friend's face, he produced a bottle of water.
After heating up in the thick down sleeping bag for the past few hours, Steven couldn't wait to drink up some cold water.
Nick shook the bottle teasingly in from of his prisoner's warm face. Steven tried pleading, but his attempts only came out as an indecipherable garble. There was still a dozen layers of duct tape between his mouth and the water bottle.
Nick watched his friend as he tried to articulate under the thick gag and couldn't stop himself from producing a cocky smile.
"I'll remove the tape, but only if you promise to be quiet." he said.
Steven shook his head up and down, frantically indicating a very affermative 'yes'.
"If you say even one word or make a sound, I'll gag you and keep you prisoner the entire week, understood ?" Nick threatened.
Steven's eyes widened considerably.
He knew Nick wasn't bluffing.
There was still over a week left before the end of his vacation, and with his girlfriend down south for the next two weeks, he knew no one would come looking for him. That meant Nick could keep him bound and gagged in his basement for a whole week and get away with it!
The thought scared him, to say the least.
He definitely didn't want to spend the whole week like this. He'd stay quiet and do what Nick told him to do...for now.
.
Unwrapping the many layers of black duct tape from around Steven's mouth, Nick stopped at the last strip and placed a big hand over friend's mouth.
"Remember..." he spoke. "Not a sound!"
Steven lowered his eyes in submission and the last strip of tape came off. It was painful, but he managed to keep his mouth shut and stay quiet.
Nick would make certain Steven would break his promise. He would do everything to get his friend to protest or speak. Then he would have an excuse to keep him bound and gagged in his basement for the entire week. He could only imagine the fun he could have in that long a period of time...
He slowly brought the bottle to his bound friend's mouth and allowed him to take a few gulps of water.
He then walked to the foot of the bag and started loosening the straps.
Steven was overjoyed to have at least SOME movement restored and was even more surprised when Nick unstrapped the leather belts that pinned his neck down. Nick unzipped the bag a bit further, allowing some of the hot air inside to spill out.
He let his friend drink a bit more water before quickly replacing the bottle in his backpack.
Nick quickly climbed the stairs that led out of the basement, left the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Steven alone.
He came back down again a few minutes later, with a sly grin on his handsome face.
"You kept your promise." he said "I'm a little surprised. I thought you would've tried to plead with me before I left, or tried to make a fuss while I was gone."
Steven was about to respond but wisely remembered to keep quiet. He smiled weakly and although he didn't plead with words, his eyes were begging for a release.
Suddenly, Nick's defeated smile fadded into a serious, stern expression.
The big jock approached the bag, but instead of freeing his friend, he tightened the restraints, pulling on the straps and locking them in place.
A look of confusion crossed Steven's face. He was sure this was over when Nick congradulated him for keeping his promise. But now his friend was tightnening the leather restraints that kept him trussed up.
"I thought..."Steven started to say. Suddenly a look of horror crossed his face when he realized what he'd just gotten himself into.
Nick's smile came back almost as fast as it had fadded...his plan had worked perfectly!
Steven had broken his promise.
"No...no, come on!" Steven pleaded.
But Nick wasn't listening and instead, was busy planning his next move.
Tightening the straps around his friend's shoulders and neck, he looked down at Steven's pleading face and winked.
He crouched down beside his helpless friend, the roll of black duct tape next to him. To Steven's even greater dismay, Nick reached in his pocket and produced a pair of visibily worn socks. The socks were once white, but were now a dull grey, simply soaked with sweat and dirt. The pungeant smell emanating from Nick's soiled workout socks was almost unbearable!
Steven immediately clenched his mouth shut and tried to turn his head to avoid the smell of the handsome stud's disgusting socks.
Nick hoped for such a reaction.
Grabbing his friend's head, he brought one of his hands up to Steven's nose and pinned his nostrils shut with two of his fingers.
Steven knew he would have to open his mouth to breathe, but Nick knew it as well.
It was only a matter of time before he would have Nick's sweaty socks in his mouth...
Steven opened up, unable to hold his breath any longer, and Nick was over him in an instant, forcefully shoving one of his moist socks into his friend's mouth.
Forcefully pushing the soiled and sweaty sock down Steven's mouth, Nick quickly reached into his bag and took out the bottle of water.
The sock completly filled Steven mouth and kept his tongue pinned down. Of course, this wasn't enough.
Nick wanted his friend to suffer a bit more. The jock poured a small amount of water into Steven's stuffed mouth.
Only then, did Steven realize just how filthy Nick's sock was. The water further moistened the workout sock, the taste of the jock's sweat filling his mouth and torturing his taste buds.
Nick's sock was acting like a sponge, absorbing moisture and slowly letting it out onto Steven's tongue and into his mouth.
"MMMMPPPPHHHHH!" came Steven's muffled cry.
Before he could try to push the sock out with his tongue, a thick strip of duct tape came over his stuffed mouth, locking Nick's sweaty sock in place.
Then it started all over again. Nick rolled the duct tape around Steven's head and mouth over and over, coming under his chin and back again. A dozen layers of tape once again held Steven's mouth shut...but this time, he had something to taste while he was gagged.
Without taking a pause to contemplate his work, Nick brought the gas mask back onto Steven's head and detached the long tube that was screwed to the mask's much shorter breathing tube. Steven could still see through the large circular eye set and Nick used the opportunity to wiggle the remaining sock over his bound friend's face, indicating that he would use it to cause him even more discomfort.
Taking the sock in his hands and opening it up wide, he lowered it onto the protruding breathing tube and used a few strips of duct tape to keep it in place.
Not only had he forcefully stuffed one of his sweaty workout socks into Steven's mouth, but now he was forcing him to smell his other workout sock.
Nick slipped one of his Nike sneakers off his bare foot, and pushed it over the gas mask, onto the sock-clad breathing tube.
Taking the roll of duct tape, he then secured his sneaker tightly onto the mask, forcing his friend to sniff the combined smell of his sweaty sock and sneaker.
Steven tried to yell and scream, but to no avail.
He was forced to sniff his best friend's disgusting foot stench and forced to taste the jock's sweat.
It continued like this for many hours...a deep moan followed each breath, followed by a second one as more sweat trickled into his mouth.
Nick had tightened all the straps and zipped up the sleeping bag completely, effectively mummifying Steven.
He would come back down to check on him in a few hours. Until then, he had plenty of time to come up with other ideas on how to torture his poor friend.
For now though, he was satisfied with keeping Steven bound and gagged, forcing him to taste and smell his sweaty socks and sneakers.
Nick was really enjoying this.
Steven, although he would never admit it, also found some pleasure in being at his friend's mercy.
He tried to fight the restraints, but it was useless.
He tried to desperatly force the sock out of his mouth, but his efforts only resulted in more sweat trickling down his tongue and palate.
Nick's worn sock and smelly sneaker were taped tightly onto the gas mask, constantly forcing Steven to breathe in his friend's foul foot odour.
Steven tried screaming in denial, tears running down his eyes at the mere thought of the humiliation Nick was putting him through.
He would be kept like this until Nick decided otherwise.
There was nothing he could do, but lay down and breathe.
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### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by havok978 » Mon Jul 11, 2011 3:42 pm

This story is amazing so far! Keep it up

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by FelixSH » Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:57 pm

I agree, nice continuation.

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by hightied » Tue Jul 12, 2011 10:28 am

Great story! I wish I knew Nick...
Please continue soon!

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by bondagefreak » Tue Jul 12, 2011 5:34 pm

@ havok978
Thank you ! I am glad to hear you are enjoying the story.
Will be posting part 3 shortly.
Stay tuned !

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by bondagefreak » Tue Jul 12, 2011 11:50 pm

Chapter 3 - The Longest Night
Early in the evening, Nick came down to check up on his friend.
After threatening Steven that if he did not remain quiet, he would suffer far worse than he had so far, Nick released his friend from the bag and ungagged him.
Steven was allowed a shower, a quick meal and was also given new clothes.
He thought the nightmare was over and that he would be going back home in a few hours.
He was surprised though when Nick ordered him back to the basement.
"No...no, come on Nick, I've had enough for today."
"You should have thought about that earlier, before you decided to break your promise." Nick replied, pushing his exhausted friend towards the door that lead to the basement.
Steven tried to offer some resistance, but quickly assumed a more submissive posture. There was no way he could stand up to Nick...not after what he had been through. After having spent almost a whole day bound up and sweating inside a thick sleeping bag, he found his muscles to be weaker than usual.
Steven was still light headed and slightly lethargic from being restrained for so long. He even had trouble keeping his footing while taking his shower earlier...and there was no way he could fight back against Nick.
Even on his best day, Steven was no match for his larger friend's muscular physique.
And although Steven was of average strength, the little resistance he could offer at this point, was pitiable at best.
His only option was to beg and hope to gain his friend's understanding.
"Come on Nick, I've been through enough...I need to get some sleep" he pleaded, his eyes simply begging for an ounce of compassion. "You can have some more fun with me tomorrow. I promise I will behave." He added, hopping to spark a hint of mercy on Nick's part.
If Nick was impressed or felt any sympathy for his friend, he certainly did not show it.
"Move ! Now !" he sternly answered, indication the basement door that Steven did not want to enter.
"Nick...Please !" Steven tried pleading. He was at a loss for words, seeing his drama had no effect on his captor's decision.
A discouraged look came over his face, as he lowered his gaze towards the floor.
He was grabbed by the upper arm and dragged towards the basement stairs.
Nick led his defeated friend down the stairs and into his basement, where he would keep him bound and gagged for the night.
He was not cruel, nor stupid and he knew Steven needed to rest in order to recover. He would see to it that his captive friend would get the sleep he required. But he would also see to it that Steven understood his threats were not empty. Steven would be his prisonner for the entire week...day and night.
Steven's eyes widened as he realised he was being led back into the thick mummy sleeping bag.
The bag was unzipped and he was forced to lay down inside.
He tried his best to wiggle free, but Nick was already on top him, his weight easily pinning his smaller body down.
Then came the leather straps, those unbreakable and unrelenting restraints that would keep him bound and unable to move.
Nick tightened the thick straps and was satisfied to see his friend, bound tightly in the navy blue sleeping bag.
Taking a large and fluffy pillow, he placed it under the sleeping bag's hood, giving Steven's head a comfortable support and resting place.
Finally came the duct tape...Wrapping tape around his friend's mouth and face was always a thrill for Nick. And he made sure that his friend's mouth would stay clamped shut.
But he wanted to give Steven something to savour while his mouth was sealed shut.
Normally he would just use one of his dirty socks, but came to realise that shoving a sock into Steven's mouth would cause his jaw to ache after a while.
He did not want to cause his friend aches and pain. He would need to find something a bit smaller, something that would taste as bad as a sweaty sock, but something that wouldnt put as much strain on the jaw.
Nick suddenly got an idea. Clapping his hands together, he spun around and ran upstairs.
"I'll be right back" he shouted as he exited the basement door.
Steven was apprehensive, but slightly curious about Nick's latest inspiration.
He had little time to ponder on the situation though. In less than two minutes, Nick was back in the basement, dressed in clean clothes.
"You went upstairs to change ? " Steven asked incredulously.
"Yup, and I brought back a little something for you from my personal souvenir shop" Nick offered, with a wink.
Poor Steven didnt quite understand what was about to happen.
He only saw a smile growing on Nick's face and knew something very bad was in store for him.
He knew his friend was hiding something behind his back and he was suddenly afraid to find out what it was.
Nick revealed his little surprise, bringing his hand from behind his back.
Steven's mouth dropped open in unbelief of what he saw.
Nick was holding his used and visibly creamy jock strap.
The thought of having his friend's sweaty jock strap taped in his mouth drove Steven crazy.
"OMG ! YOU CAN'T DO TH..." Steven started, but was quickly cut off as Nick shoved his dirty jock strap in.
"Yes I can" Nick replied, hand gagging his helpless friend to prevent him from spitting out the sweaty gag.
Steven closed his eyes as the jock strap began assaulting his taste buds. He could taste the heavy sweat from his friend's manhood and could feel the disgusting creamy substance on his tongue and palate.
Nick shoved his soiled underwear all the way into Steven's mouth and began securing the gag with thick layers of duct tape.
The black tape was rolled several times around Steven's mouth and head, several times under his chin and a few more times around his mouth and head for good measure.
Nick used his hands to press the tape tightly over Steven's face and pinched his nose shut to draw his attention away from the sweaty jock strap for a few seconds.
Steven immediatly opened his eyes, realising Nick has complete control over his nose and smell.
"Mppphhhhh !" he tried pleading.
Nick only laughed..."hope you dont mind, the jock strap is a bit soaked with manly juices."
"I was about to throw it in the wash...but then I though to myself 'hey ! why dont I let you clean my jock strap instead ?!'
Steven wanted out so badly. He just wanted that thing out of his mouth.
Nick's socks were bad...but this was simply unbearable !
Nick ruffled his friend's hair.
"I want my jock strap clean when I come back tomorrow morning".
Steven yelled through the gag...trying to let Nick know he was not okay with this and that he really wanted the gag out.
Nick simply ignored him and pretended not to hear.
After making sure the lower straps were nice and tight, he was about to tape one of his jogging sneakers over Steven face and nose...but decided against it.
The jock strap was bad enough...his friend didnt need to sniff in his foot odour on top of that.
He would keep the sneakers and socks for tomorrow.
A quick look at Steven's face further convinced him that the taste of the jock strap was enough torture for tonight...he wouldnt add to it further.
Satisfied with his work, he zipped up the hood and tightnened the drawstrings until the hood opening was but a small hole.
It would allow just enough air in for Steven to breathe normally.
Pulling that last strap and locking it in place, he pinned his friend's head down to the pillow under the sleeping bag.
After closing the basement lights and turning the air conditioner on, Nick turned around to wish his bound and gagged friend good night.
He silently laughed at his idea to use his own jockstrap to gag Steven. He would have the entire night to come up with other ideas for the fun week ahead.
Walking up the stairs, Nick left the basement and popped down on his couch to watch a movie.
He decided it would be best to check up on Steven before going to bed. He would release his friend in the morning and let him eat and shower before resuming the bondage fun.
Steven on the other hand, was not enjoying himself. He stuggled and tried yelling in frustration, unable to get over the fact that he had his friend's jock strap in his mouth. After a few minutes of fruitless frustration, he quieted down...utterly defeated by the strong taste of the gag.
"Shit!" he though to himself. He had cleaned himself, he wore clean clothes and had eaten enough food for a week.
With the air conditioner on he was actually quite comfortable for the moment. For some reason being trussed up inside his friend's thick sleeping bag felt good.
If it wasnt for the awful taste of sweat and manly juices in his mouth, he would be quite okay with his predicament.
Once again, he was tightly bound and gagged, unable to move or speak...this time with a soiled jockstrap in his mouth. There was nothing he could do about it...only lie there, breathe and savour Nick's used underwear.
This would turn out to be a very long night for Steven.
To be continued...
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### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag

Post by FelixSH » Wed Jul 13, 2011 12:52 pm

Again, nice continuation.
Except the jockstrap, IÂ´d really like to be in Stevens situation...tied and gagged in a sleeping bag for a whole week...sounds like fun.

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag !

Post by bondagefreak » Wed Jul 13, 2011 10:24 pm

haha ! Thanks for the support Felix !

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-3)

Post by bondagefreak » Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:17 pm

Further comments or reviews would be appreciated before I start writing part 4

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-3)

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Jul 29, 2011 5:07 pm

> tieguynw wrote:Wow! Nice story. Can't wait to read more. I'd love to be in Steven's situation too! Minus the socks and jock strap however. You could use as much duct tape as you need to keep me silent though

Thanks ! I am still working on part 4 and should be posting it on here soon.

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-3)

Post by havok978 » Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:53 am

Any word on part 4? I'm dying to see it...

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-3)

Post by bondagefreak » Wed Aug 17, 2011 11:49 pm

@ havok978
Not to worry my friend...part 4 will be posted soon enough ; )
There has been a lot happening these past two weeks...have been very busy.

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-3)

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Aug 18, 2011 7:35 am

I haven't been following this site as steadily as I used to and so only just noticed this story today. Sorry I've been missing it up to now.
All in all it's very nice, even if it does put me to mind the old saying that goes, "With friends like these..."
Other than the jock strap - and the sheer boredom of being left alone for hours at a time while immobilized - I wouldn't mind being Steve either. In fact, I was in situations much like this one more than once as a teenager, though my captors (plural) weren't quite so unrelenting and gave me more continuing attention than Nick's been giving Steve. Even with the modified sleeping bag,though in my case it was modified with its own straps like an early version of a sleepsack rather than with extra downy layers (it was hot enough without them).
Anyway, I'm enjoying the story. Do please keep going with it.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-3)

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Aug 19, 2011 5:01 pm

Thank you very much Jason.T
Your stories are always fantastic, so I am very pleased you are enjoying this story so far.
Thanks for the feeback !

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-3)

Post by bondagefreak » Wed Sep 14, 2011 11:28 pm

Chapter 4 - A New Day
Steven woke up with a bitter taste in his mouth. As he regained his senses, he stopped struggling against his bonds and started breathing normally.
He could barely see anything through the small opening in the mummy type sleeping bag. The basement was almost pitch black and gave no hint as to the time it was.
He knew Nick would come back to free him when he woke up...but he did not know how long he would have to wait until this happened. This was part of the torture, he guessed.
Strangely enough, he was not sweating. Even though he was strapped down in his friend's thick sleeping bag, he was quite comfortable.
The room was quite cool he could tell...the tip of his nose, the part of his body closest to the opening in the bag, felt nice and cold.
' Nick probably turned on the air conditioner ' he thought...silently thanking his friend for showing SOME consideration.
The thankful thoughts quickly perished though, as Steven was painfully reminded of the dirty jock strap still stuck in his mouth.
Thinking about it only made him want to puke. So he tried to focus on something else.
The only problem was the amount of sensory deprivation he was in, made it nearly impossible to focus on something else.
Thinking back on Nick's threat to keep him prisoner for an entire week, really freaked him out.
Of course both of them had been into tie up games since childhood, but growing up, Steven found himself being tied up far more often than Nick.
What scared Steven the most, was the fact that Nick really liked controlling others. His friend often came up with original, yet effective ways of restraining him and seemed to enjoy playfully torturing and demeaning others.
Steven had often been forced to breathe through Nick's sneakers and taste his dirty socks, but the jock strap gag was a step too far.
If Nick was willing to use his jock strap as a gag, where would he stop ? How far would his creative thinking bring him ? The thought scared Steven, to say the least.
Steven's thoughts, quickly sent him spiralling down into a light sleep.
* * * * *
Nick got up early that morning and quickly remembered about Steven, bound and gagged in his basement.
Rubbing his eyes, he realised he was still in his clothes from last night and noticed his tv screen was still on.
He must have dozed off during the movie and fell asleep. His sleepy eyes quickly lit up as he looked down to see he was still wearing his sneakers from yesterday night.
He could feel the moisture inside the sneakers and smilled as he thought of poor Steven downstairs.
Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge to grab some bread and jelly, he quickly assembled two sandwiches...one for him and one for Steven.
Seven o'clock, the day was still early and he would have plenty of time to enjoy himself at Steven's dismay.
In fact he had the whole week to himself !
After putting Steven's breakfast in the fridge, he quickly made for the basement.
Seeing his friend was awake and testing his unrelenting bounds, Nick released the draw cords that kept the hood of the bag closed, to take a peek at his prisoner.
Steven was wide awake and by his facial expression, Nick knew he was both relieved and angry.
Relieved to see Nick finally awake to free him, but still very angry about the unwashed underwear that was in his mouth.
"Let me out !" Steven screamed through his gag...or tried to.
His angry demand came out as unintelligible gurgle and only made Nick laugh.
"Listen buddy...I am going out for my morning run." Nick said. "You behave and dont go running off on me." he added, ruffling Steven's hair.
"MMPPHHHFF..." was Steven's only reply.
Nick chuckled as he ran up the stairs to start his usual run.
He did not bother closing the sleeping bag hood before leaving Steven to his lonely state...figuring his poor friend would be going through a lot anyways.
He smiled again as he thought of the sneakers he was wearing barefoot...the same sneakers he had been wearing last night and the same he had slept in.
* * * * *
Struggling, turning and twisting, Steven could not brake free. Not even being able to lift his neck, arms or legs, he simply lay there, pinned to the gurney.
His mouth and tongue felt sticky and could use a good wash. His empty stomach was rumbling loudly and although Steven could not think of eating, still tasting Nick's jock strap, his body was letting him know he needed food.
The minutes passed by slowly, Steven counting each second, trying to keep track of the passing time.
He could hear nothing besides his own breathing...until finally something awoke his senses.
An alarm...No a phone !
The phone was ringing upstairs !
"Mmmpphhhff !" Steven muttered under his gag.
The phone only reminded him of how pathetically incapacitated he was at the moment.
He couldn't wait for Nick to return, but at the same time feared his predicament at the hands of his captor.
He knew Nick had a plan...one that he would not like at all !
The phone rang, rang and rang...then finally a loud beep.
Listening closely, Steven could hear a voice talking, but could not decipher the words.
'It was the answering machine' he figured...'someone was leaving Nick a message !'
Hopefully it was something serious...something that would force Nick to break his 'contract' for the week.
'Perhaps a deceased relative...or perhaps' Steven started to think, but quickly dismissed those hopeful thoughts.
It was probably one of Nick's friends wanting to come over.
'Please ! Oh please, no ! Being seen helpless like this, would be worst...almost worst than having Nick's underwear in my mouth.'
All Steven could do was think and ponder on his state...and on what was to come later on.
Some time later...a set of footsteps quickly dragged him out of his thoughts and the basement door flung open.
Nick was back ! It had seemed like an eternity for the poor bound and gagged captive.
Steven had been longing for Nick to come back, but now that he had returned from his run, Steven found himself fearing what would happen next.
Nick came running down the stairs.
"Hey buddy !" he exclaimed, a bright smile illuminating his face.
"Man that was a run ! Hey, I see you decided to stay put and honour your promise to be my prisoner for the week...good of you not to run off on me" he added with a wink.
"My promise !" Steven yelled, or tried to atleast...
"Calm down buddy" Nick laughed, patting his friend on the cheek.
"I will let you out and ungag you. But first, you should know that speaking is not allowed unless I ask you to speak...understood ?"
Steven seemed confused and puzzled by this.
"Okay buddy, I will make this really simple for you...If you talk, yell or make a fuss, I'll stuff another one of my used jock straps in your mouth...get it ?"
An angry, yet fearful look crossed Steven's face.
But soon after noticing his captor's stern and serious expression, what remained of his defiance came shattering down.
He would shut up and keep his head down.
The look of pure sadness and sorrow that filled his eyes, quickly told Nick that his threat and command was understood.
"Good" he said, ruffling his friend's hair.
After unbuckling all the leather straps and unzipping the thick navy blue sleeping bag, he grabbed Steven's upper arm and guided him into a sitting position.
After being bound up for so long, Steven had barely the strength to sit up by himself. He accepted his captor's support willingly.
"Hold still" Nick commanded. Unwrapping layer after layer of black duct tape, he came to the last strip and finally, all the duct tape was off.
Steven's skin was marked and linned with traces from the tight bands that kept his mouth and jaw shut.
He did not have to tell Steven to open his mouth and spit the jock strap out...it seemed as though his friend had wanted nothing more than to be free of the soiled underwear since the moment he had been gagged with them.
Grabbing his defeated friend's chin and tilting his head upwards, Nick brought a water bottle to Steven's lips and ordered him to drink.
"Good boy" he said as Steven finished the last few drops.
Steven was then granted ten minutes to use the basement washroom. He had five minutes to shower and five minutes to do his business, brush his teeth and put on clean clothes. Steven did not want to pass his curfew, but having no clock to time himself, he came out of the washroom 2 minutes later than he was supposed to.
"12 minutes, 16 seconds" Nick stated. "Not bad...but still not good enough.
When I give you ten minutes, I expect you to be done in ten minutes...no more ! For each minute you go over, you will be mine for an hour more." Nick explained.
Steven's eyes widened 'This was totally not fare ! What the hell !' he thought. But he was smart enough to keep quiet.
"So far you have earned an extra two hours of being my prisoner"...Nick continued. "Well done...thats a good start !" he exclaimed with a chuckle.
Grabbing Steven by the shoulder and pulling his arms behind his back, Nick slapped a pair of handcuffs on both wrists and locked them in place.
Steven kept quiet the whole time, not wanting to make things worst. He knew Nick would not hurt him or harm him, but he also knew how sadistic and dominating his friend could be. Steven had to keep control of himself and his emotions, but he knew Nick would do everything possible to provoke him. Nick knew that he knew as well.
Unfortunatly for Steven, Nick had the upper hand in this situation...
"You must be hungry" Nick asked.
Steven simply nodded and offered a quiet "uh huh"...meaning yes.
"Good !" Nick said, leading his captive upstairs and out of the basement.
"I thought you might, so I made you a sandwich."
A sandwich ! Ahhhh....Steven couldn't wait to swallow it and hopefully a nice tall glass of milk to go with that as well !
Nick had other plans though.
"First things first though. I have been wearing these Reebok sneakers since yesterday and my feet are just soaked and dirty."
Steven would have collapsed on the spot if it wasn't for Nick holding him firmly.
"Dont worry, you will get your lunch". he said teasing his poor friend.
"But first you're going to lick my feet and suck my toes clean...If you do a good enough job, you might even get a glass of milk with your sandwich" he offered, catching right onto Steven's line of thought.
Steven was going insane. How the hell did this all start ?!
First he had been strapped in a huge sleeping bag. Then he had been forced to sniff Nick's sweaty sneakers and socks.
He had been gagged and strapped down for a whole night. Nick had forced his cum filled jock strap into his mouth and left it there for hours.
He had earned two more hours of slavery and torture for a minor infraction and now was ordered to suck and lick Nick's sweaty feet before being aloud to eat.
Steven thought he was going to go crazy. And to think that he would be Nick's prisoner for the whole WEEK !
A look of utter despair and misery filled Steven's eyes.
"Oh and btw, Brad called...he'll be coming over this afternoon." Nick announced.
Poor Steven...this would be a very long week indeed !
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### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-4)

Post by xtc » Thu Sep 15, 2011 2:06 am

Personally speaking, I'm content to wait until you are ready to post. I'd rather read something with which you are satisfied than something you have forced out before you are really ready. I donâ€™t usually suggest ways that others should develop their plots but, since you ask . . .
Iâ€™d quite like to see the tables turned for the sake of variety.
I sympathise with the writerâ€™s block. It has happened on several of my stories but, other than on one, seems to have cleared itself eventually.
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
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### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-4)

Post by Jason Toddman » Thu Sep 15, 2011 9:11 am

Never have any real trouble with writer's block but I do often have trouble finding the time to continue writing these days, so I can relate to the long time between installments.
Anyway, nice work here; brings back some memories too. Nice to see yu havent' given up on this. Do please keep going when you have the time.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-4)

Post by bondagefreak » Thu Sep 15, 2011 5:06 pm

@ Jason.T
Haha ! This I have noticed. I am always amazed at how quickly you can come up with great chapters and how you never seem to lack ideas
Thanks for the encouraging words !

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-4)

Post by bookl0ver » Sat Sep 17, 2011 10:45 am

i like it loads but its a bit err whats the words? I dunno. Theres sommat i'm not keen on;
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!
NIALL HORAN'S FUTURE WIFE
Also addicted to slash. ^,^

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-4)

Post by Jason Toddman » Sat Sep 17, 2011 11:25 am

> bookl0ver wrote:i like it loads but its a bit err whats the words? I dunno. Theres sommat i'm not keen on;

Perhaps the jock strap isn't to your... umm... taste? Wouldn't be to mine either I suppose; at least not in RL. Even *I* have limits.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-4)

Post by bondagefreak » Mon Oct 10, 2011 7:58 pm

Thanks for the feedback !
Part five will be up shortly...although I am not going to rush it on the boards.

### Re: Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag ! (UPDATED Part 1-4)

Post by xtc » Tue Oct 11, 2011 1:44 am

As I've said before, just take your time and post when ready. I'm glad you're persevering with the story; it would be a shame not to be able to enjoy your splendidly literate writing.
Wassail!
Xtc