## James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTER 8

Post by bondagefreak » Thu Jan 02, 2014 12:22 am

Note from the author: This is the continuation of My Older Brother's Smelly Revenge. Readers who have not read the aforementioned story are strongly advised to do so before reading this one.
James and the Jock: A Perfect Match
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Prologue
Psychologists and therapists would have us believe that within each of us, lies enough power to control our own world. Some of this is true...but only to a small extent.
It had been some time since the weekend Chad had stayed over and helped me tape up my brother.
In fact, that was almost two years ago and I was practically a young adult now.
Things had changed since then...
I couldn't stop tears from welling up in my eyes as I thought about those good old days.
Today was especially sad for me.
It had been exactly one year since the fatal car accident that had killed my older brother.
I had lost my sibling...but I also lost more than that. Brandon wasn't only a brother, he was also a friend.
As much as we had fun pranking each other and annoying one another, we loved each other a lot.
He was my older brother, and he was always the one who'd watched over me.
Now he was gone, taken from me and my parents.
Things haven't been the same since Brandon's passing.
Mom has grown cold and dad tries to bury himself in his work.
The memories are always painful. We cherish them and in turn, they hurt us.
Not everything was bad though.
I found comfort in the place where I least expected it...one of my older brother's friends.
Chad had stuck to me and supported me through my grief. He was able to console me when others couldn't.
Counsellors, specialists, psychologists, even my own parents had tried helping me...but spending time with Chad was the thing that helped me the most.
After all, he'd lost his younger brother years ago, so it made sense that we formed a special connection together. He understood me. He understood what I was going through.
There was a considerable age difference between the two of us.
I was still several months away from turning 18, while Chad was already in his early 20s.
But he didn't seem to mind.
As had become custom over the past few weeks, Chad would give my parents a call and ask them if he could bring me along to spend the weekend with him.
Since the accident, Chad had become almost part of our family.
My parents really appreciated his support and they were glad to see me spending time with him.
When I heard the phone ring downstairs, I knew it was Chad calling.
My brother's passing left a deep void, but slowly, I was starting to heal.
Over the past months, Chad had become a close friend, but as I'd find out later...he would become much more than that.
I smiled and ran down the stairs, anxious to find out what my friend had planned for the weekend.
One thing I knew, whatever he'd planned, we'd have a lot of fun.
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James (17)
Chad (22)
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) * PG-17

Post by NemesisPrime » Thu Jan 02, 2014 4:14 am

;_; I feel so bad for James after just having come off the earlier story! *hugs James*
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) * PG-17

Post by havok978 » Thu Jan 02, 2014 2:50 pm

Oh wow, that's not what I was expecting . Well, this should be interesting to see play out.

### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * Chapte

Post by bondagefreak » Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:17 pm

Chapter 1 - The Camping Trip
When I ran down the stairs to pick up the phone, I saw my dad had already answered.
Judging by the way he was speaking, I knew he was talking to Chad.
I was a little annoyed when my dad started asking Chad a bunch of questions.
He did the same thing, almost every weekend. Chad would invite me over and my parents wanted to know everything; when I'd be back, who'd be there, what we'd do...
I didn't appreciate their over-protectiveness, but I couldn't blame them for being this way either. I knew they were like this because they cared about me.
My dad questioned Chad for another five minutes before I was finally able to speak to him.
"Hey what's up?" I asked Chad, as soon as my dad handed me the phone.
"I'm going camping with Chase and Zack." he answered excitedly. "Wanna come?"
Even though Chase was one of Chad's best friends, I didn't know him all that well, and I'd only met Zack once before.
Chase was the same age as Chad and I think Zack was a year younger, but I didn't mind hanging around with them, so long as Chad was there too.
"Uhh...yeah okay." I answered, slightly confused.
Why the hell would anyone go camping in mid-October? Sure, the leaves were still nice and all, but that's no excuse to be sleeping outside at this time of the year, I thought to myself.
"What are we gonna do?" I asked.
"Have fun, get drunk, go fishing and sing a few campfire songs." Chad laughed. "Zack's also gonna try out his new camera."
"Okay, that sounds fun." I answered, genuinely looking forward to spending some time with my friend.
"I spoke to your dad and he says it's fine. So I guess I got you all to myself for the next few days." the older jock teased.
"Yeah." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"I'll come and pick you up at six, okay?" he asked.
That meant I had less than two hours to get my stuff ready...which was more than enough time.
"Okay." I answered, already starting to plan what I would bring.
"Be sure to pack some warm clothes." Chad told me.
"Yeah, but what about the rest?" I asked.
Camping was fun, but we both knew it involved a lot more than bringing along a bag of clothes.
"Just worry about your clothes, I'll take care of the rest." he answered.
"Okay, see you in a bit." I said before hanging up the phone and sprinting up the stairs to get my stuff ready.
* * * * *
At six o'clock sharp, I was looking out my bedroom window, waiting for Chad to show up.
When I saw a big black pickup pull up in front of the house, I knew it was him. He was right on time, as usual.
I thought I'd bring my stuff outside and meet him there, but then I heard the doorbell ring and heard my parents greet Chad as he stepped in the house.
I arrived downstairs and greeted him too. I was anxious to leave, but was rather annoyed with my parents when they proceeded to ask Chad more questions.
My dad insisted on lending us his big black mummy sleeping bag, even though Chad assured him he had a pair of warm sleeping bag for me to sleep in.
Chad followed my dad to the basement and grabbed the big sleeping bag he was offered.
"You sure you don't need anything else?" my dad asked him.
"No, we'll be fine." Chad declined as they walked back up the stairs. "Thanks though."
"Okay, but make sure he stays warm." my dad pressed. "It gets really cold at night, especially where you guys are going."
"Don't worry Don, I'll make sure he stays zipped up at night." Chad told my dad. The blond jock glanced my way before offering me a wink.
"You boys have fun and drive safely." my mom called out from the kitchen.
I exchanged quick goodbyes with my parents before stepping out of the house and following Chad to his pickup.
It was only early evening, but it was already getting dark outside.
When I got in the passenger seat, Chad told me to throw my bag in the back.
He turned the radio up and away we were!
"Where are we heading?" I asked him, a few minutes after we had left my place.
"Up north, about an hour's drive from here." the jock answered. "Chase and Zack are already there, so we won't have to set up the tent went we arrive." he cheered.
"Okay, cool." I replied, resting my head on the cushioned leather headrest.
"So, how was your week? Get any calls for a job yet?" Chad asked after lowering the volume of the radio.
"It was okay I guess, but no, no calls." I answered.
I had just finished high school a few months ago and wanted to find a job until next year's college session.
I think Chad could tell I was discouraged.
"Don't worry...somethin' will come up. Just keep doing what your doing...everything will work out fine." he said, casually glancing at the roadside panels that lined the highway.
"Did you bring warm clothes?" he suddenly asked.
"Yeah. I've got wool socks, a hoodie and a sweater." I answered, trying to remeber the clothes I had picked out for the trip.
"Okay good, I don't want you freezing your butt off. And besides, I don't think your dad would be too happy if you got back home with a cold." he added.
"My dad's crazy!" I snapped.
"Yeah well...he cares about you and that's what matters." Chad spoke, changing lanes to avoid a stalled car up ahead.
I knew he was right...but I still resented my dad's overbearingness.
I was almost 18 and he treated me like a kid!
In any case, it felt good to be away from home.
"So, how are we gonna sleep? We all gonna fit in the same tent?" I asked.
"Nope...the guys brought two tents." Chad said before pausing to change lanes and glance up at the road signs.
"They'll take one tent and you and I will share the other." he finally explained.
Satisfied with his answer, I laid my head back against the headrest.
"I brought you two of my sleeping bags and on top of that your dad lent us one of his...at least we know we won't be sleeping cold tonight." Chad chuckled.
Apart from the cluster of small towns we passed, the rest of the trip was rather uneventful.
Finally, after what must've been a good half hour of driving uphill on rough terrain, the truck came to a stop and Chad pointed a finger towards two figures sitting by a campire up ahead.
"There they are." he spoke.
We'd finally arrived at the campsite.
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by chadmc90 » Fri Jan 03, 2014 11:35 am

Great start. Sad that Brandon died. Would of liked to see more of him.
I do have to ask, though, what does having this story pg-17 for tell? Is it going to be anything like "Bound and Gagged by a Sleeping Bag?"
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by NemesisPrime » Fri Jan 03, 2014 12:12 pm

> cmcd290 wrote:Great start. Sad that Brandon died. Would of liked to see more of him.
> I do have to ask, though, what does having this story pg-17 for tell? Is it going to be anything like "Bound and Gagged by a Sleeping Bag?"

No, this series is meant to be lighter in tone than that of BaGIASB.
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Jan 03, 2014 12:42 pm

> cmcd290 wrote:Great start. Sad that Brandon died. Would of liked to see more of him.
> I do have to ask, though, what does having this story pg-17 for tell? Is it going to be anything like "Bound and Gagged by a Sleeping Bag?"

NemesisPrime speaks the truth.
Without "spilling any beans", the PG-17 rating is merely there to let readers know that the story will feature "adult" content. As for this being like "Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag", no. While I continue working on the first story, "James and the Jock" will feature lighter themes. Although "adult" content will be featured here, the general atmosphere of the story will be brighter, more pleasant. That's not to say that there won't be some surprises ahead...but I've said too much already
Thanks for the comment!

### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by chadmc90 » Fri Jan 03, 2014 12:47 pm

Ok, thanks for clarifying. Looking forward to the rest of the story.
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by bondagefreak » Sat Jan 04, 2014 12:06 am

Chapter 2 - Chad's Friends
When we arrived at the camping spot, it was already dark outside and the air had cooled down considerably.
Chad exited the truck and started walking towards his friends.
I followed him and while we were walking, Chad stopped and turned around to see if I was following him.
When I caught up to him, he threw and thick arm around my shoulder in an affectionate manner and walked beside me.
I couldn't see the surroundings too well. Through the darkness, I could only make out the vast array of trees that lines the camping spot.
My ears also picked up the sound of running water, so I figured there must be a river nearby.
"Hey!" Zack called out, after finally having spotted us. "About time you guys got here."
I said hi to Chase while Zack greeted Chad.
"Hey! You're James, right?" Zack asked, turning to greet me with a solid hand shake.
The brown haired stud had only met me once. The encounter had taken place six months ago and had been rather brief, so I was a little surprised he still remembered my name.
"Yeah, you've gotta good memory!" I smiled.
The two guys quickly pulled two chairs so Chad and I could sit around the campfire with them.
It was a really cold night, so the warmth of the fire felt good on my skin.
The evening was relatively quiet. Chad drove his pickup up close to the tent, not far from Chase's car, and started unloading our stuff.
He had stopped at the market before coming to pick me up, so we had more than enough food and beer to last the weekend.
Once all the sleeping bags and backpacks were in the tent, Chad came back to the campfire and handed me a sandwich.
We both ate and quickly joined the two jocks in drinking a few beers.
Zack and I spoke briefly, but we didn't have much to say.
The three guys worked in construction, liked big cars and spent most of their time talking about movies, sports and boxing.
I didn't have much in common with any of them, but even when their discussions turned around a topic I was familiar with, I remained mostly quiet.
It wasn't only that I was several years younger, it was also the fact that I was quite a bit smaller than them.
I had grown a bit over the last year, but standing at 5 ft 7 inches and weighing in at just a little over 130 lbs, I felt rather insignificant compared to Chad's two buddies.
Zack was cool though and even if I didn't know him well, I was already more comfortable with him than I was with Chase.
Chase was...distant. Had I been in school with him, he would have been one of the guys I wouldn't have liked to be around.
He was blond, had short spiky hair like Chad, a handsome face and chiseled features...but he was really cocky. Him and Chad got along really well though, so I was used to having Chase around and I guess he got used to having me around as well. But that was it...our relationship went no further than mutual greetings and occasional small talk.
The fire eventually started dying out and I was starting to get cold.
The plan was that we'd go to bed early and get up early in the morning to go fishing.
I wasn't really tired, but I was definitely cold.
Chase was the first to call it a night.
"Alright guys..." he said, getting up and stretching his arms toward the star-filled sky. "I think I'm gonna hit the sack."
"Me too." Zack quickly chimed in.
With that, the two jocks said goodnight and left for their tent.
Before disappearing inside the tent, Zack couldn't help but make a humourous remark about Chad's feet.
"Yo James!" he called out. "If you wanna survive the night, I suggest you tell Chad to keep his boots on while in the tent!"
Zack's remark was followed by some rather uncontrollable giggling from both jocks.
I couldn't help but snicker at the remark.
Chad just rolled his eyes and smiled.
We both stayed in front of the subdued fire for a few more minutes before finally deciding to call it a night.
Chad made me go inside the tent first, before getting in behind me and zipping it back up.
When the jock lit the small electric lamp he had brough, I immediately noticed how small and cramped the tent was.
I was glad though, to see that our two inflatable mattresses were already pumped up.
It didn't take long for a rather strong scent filled the tent.
I turned around to see Chad sitting on his mattress and taking his army-style leather boots off.
The jock saw me make a sour face as I sniffed the air, but instead of apologising, he just smiled and chuckled.
He was proud of his foot odour and I knew he loved to watch my reaction everytime he kicked his footwear off. At least this time he was wearing socks in his boots!
It had been two years already since the day I'd seen my older brother frantically licking and kissing the jock's big feet, but the image was so vivid in my mind, I felt like it happened just yesterday.
The strangest part was that the scene kept playing over and over in my head. It wasn't just the occasional afterthought. It was something I thought about, every single day!
I'd not yet found the courage to tell Chad i'd seen them, much less ask him what that was all about.
I wasn't sure how he'd react, but I wanted to know, I wanted to ask him...I just needed the courage to do so.
"You tired?" The jock asked, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it on his mattress.
"No, not really...I'm just cold." I answered.
"Don't worry." he said, throwing two of his big sleeping bags onto my mattress. "We'll sleep warm tonight."
I could see fog come out of my mouth when I breathed out. I wasn't tired, but I was definitely looking forward to crawling into a nice warm sleeping bag.
Chad fixed up his sleeping arrangement and ordered me to do the same.
I unrolled both of the sleeping bags he had tossed onto my mattress and followed his instructions.
"Slip one inside the other." he told me.
The two rectangular shaped, dark green sleeping bags he was lending me, were thick and heavy.
I had no doubts in my mind that I'd sleep warm tonight.
When Chad finished fixing up his own stuff, he took his shirt off and started undressing.
"Take your clothes off." he instructed. "You'll be warmer if you sleep just in your underwear."
I was a bit reluctant to take my clothes off at first. Not because I had anything to be ashamed about...on the contrary, I had a slim, toned body.
Rather, it was the growing coldness of the air that had me a bit worried. But I followed my older friend's lead and stripped down to my boxer-briefs.
Right away, I slipped inside the sleeping bags Chad had lent me and zipped them up all the way.
I slid down until my feet touched the bottom, but given my short height, the sleeping bags continued over my head.
I turned my body until I was lying on my belly and bunched up the opening of the sleeping bags tightly around my neck, stopping any of the cold air from getting it.
"Think you'll be warm enough?" Chad asked, slipping inside his own sleeping bags.
"Yeah." I replied, bunching the thick material closer around my face.
"Try to get some rest." he suggested. "We'll need to get up early tomorrow." .
We said goodnight and Chad closed the lamp, plunging the tent into darkness.
I was really comfortable right now. The air outside was cold, but Chad's sleeping bags were really warm and cozy.
The only part of my body that felt cold was the tip of my nose.
I let my head slide down into the loft and bunched the opening so that my nose wasn't pocking out.
It was exactly like sleeping in one of my dad's mummy bags, except I had much more room to move my legs around.
Since I didn't have any pillow to rest my head on, I didn't have a choice to let my face rest on the inside of the thick bags.
When I pushed my nose into the loft and breathed in, I immediately picked up the jock's scent.
It didn't smell bad or anything, it just smelled...different from my own body. Chad had defenitely slept in this, I knew.
Every time I breathed in, I was reminded that I was zipped up in Chad's sleeping bags. It was exactly like if I was smelling the clothes he had just worn.
I didn't mind the jock's scent...it was just strange to be smelling him while I tried to sleep, and sleep was defenitely not coming to me easy tonight.
I spent the next hour, tossing and turning until finally...my eye lids became heavy and I slowly dozed off into the dream world.
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by Ossassin » Sat Jan 04, 2014 1:41 am

He's gonna get a shock when he wakes up I'm betting
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by tiednw » Sat Jan 04, 2014 5:11 pm

It looks like Brandon was Chad's foot and bondage slave and that James gets to take over his place.
Awesome!

### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by bondagefreak » Mon Jan 06, 2014 12:00 am

Chapter 3 - The Big Question
I was awoken by the sound of Chad shuffling around on his mattress.
The small electric lamp had been turned on, bathing the inside of the tent in soft light.
I stretched my limbs as much as the sleeping bags would allow, and started unzipping them so I could sit up for a bit.
"Zip yourself back up!" Chad immediately told me after noticing I was awake and sitting up.
I just sat there rubbing my eyes and wondering what time it was.
Fog came out of my mouth when I breathed out, making me realise how cold it was outside.
I looked at Chad, trying to figure out what he was doing.
"Now!" he snapped, ordering me to lie down and zip myself up inside his thick sleeping bags.
"What are you doing?" I asked, lowering myself back into the sleeping bags.
"I'm unzipping your dad's bag." he answered.
"Why? You cold?" I questioned, streams of fog flowing out of my mouth as I spoke.
"No" he stated. "But I don't want you freezing your butt off."
"I'm not cold." I tried to tell him, but I knew he wouldn't listen.
I'd gotten to know Chad quite well over the last few months. He had an iron will and at times, he could be downright stubborn. When he said something, he always followed through with it.
It was a good quality, but sometimes he was hard to reason with.
He was my friend, but he was also a big muscle jock, which meant he got the last word, no matter what.
Chad got up and walked onto my mattress, hauling my dad's big black mummy bag with him.
I felt my feet being pushed together and my legs being drawn to each other. Chad was slidding me inside the big mummy bag from the feet up.
Soon, my legs were in the mummy and then my belly. It felt like I was being swallowed by a big worm until finally, I was completely engulfed inside my dad's arctic-rated gear.
"Chad, I'm not even cold." I complained, trying to reason with him.
"Shhh!" he snapped. "It's fuckin' cold out tonight and I'm not about to let you get sick. Besides..." he continued, "it's my job to make sure you stay warm."
I started struggling a bit in an effort to unzip myself but Chad was adamant.
"You stay zipped up!" he ordered. "I have your dad's permission to tie you up if you put up a fuss." he warned, a cocky smirk finding it's way on his face.
"Aww...come on." I complained.
"I'm serious." he insisted. "Don't make me tie you up."
There was something strange about his threat.
It wasn't what he said, or even the way he said it. No.
Rather, it was my own reaction that puzzled me most.
Only when he threatened to tie me up, did I realize how hard I was.
Part of me WANTED to be tied up.
It had been so long since I'd been trussed up! In fact, my skin hadn't felt the touch of rope or tape since my brother's passing.
Truth be known, I missed those things dearly.
Chad zipped the mummy bag up completely and pulled the drawstrings tight before securing them in a series of knots.
"There" he finally spoke, contemplating my mummified form. "That should keep you warm."
Not only did being zipped up in my dad's thick mummy bag feel restrictive, but I had two other thick bags to contend with.
Inside the thick mummy bag, I was zipped up inside two of Chad's green bags...their loft and thickness, making my sleeping quarters even more restrictive.
Chad retreated to his mattress, only a few feet away, and closed the electric light.
I heard him zip up his sleeping bags and shuffle around a bit before going back to sleep.
I tried moving around, but I felt like I was inside a big fat worm of some sorts.
My arms and legs didn't have any space to maneuver...I was completely encased except for the small opening in the hood.
I really felt like a mummy, and I loved it.
I stopped struggling and let my head rest inside the thick loft of Chad's sleeping bags.
The jock's masculine scent permeated the warm air inside the sleeping bags.
After a short while, I feel asleep...confident that I'd be warm no matter how cold it got.
* * * * *
The next day was pretty fun. It was a sort of turning point in my life...one that I'd never forget.
When I woke up, Chad was already awake and after a short while, he allowed me to get up and unzip the sleeping bags.
We got dressed and grabbed a bite before joining Chase and Zack by the riverfront.
The two jocks had gotten up a bit earlier and were already busy fishing the shores of the slow moving river.
The four of us spent the day fishing, drinking beer and jerking around...
It was cold, even for this time of the year, but we were well dressed and had brought some good gear.
By late afternoon, Chad and I were hungry and decided we could use a break.
Chase and Zack were having a blast though and being the fishing enthusiasts they were, they both decided to continue fishing while Chad and I prepared the evening meal.
Our campsite was on an elevated slope about half a mile from the riverside, granting us a most picturesque view of the area...a landscape dominated by rolling hills and autumn-coloured trees.
We were alone when I decided to confront Chad about what had been on my mind for the past two years.
I started helping him gather wood for the campfire, but then I just stopped and stared at him.
It took a while for the blond jock to notice me.
"What?" he asked, smiling as I continued staring at him.
"Chad..." I started, nervously letting my gaze fall to the ground.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone showing hints of concern.
"I need to tell you something..." I said, swallowing a lump of saliva that had formed in my throat.
The big jock just stared at me, a look of concern painted on his handsome face.
"You remember that weekend two years ago...when my brother had invited you over and you helped me tie him up?" I asked.
"Yeah." the jock answered. "What about it?"
"I saw my brother licking your feet...I saw him lying with his face under your feet, kissing and licking your toes." I spoke.
Chad fell silent as I continued to speak.
"I saw you guys doing that...and it's been in my head ever since." I confessed. "I...I never told my brother that I'd seen him. I wanted to ask you what that was all about, but...I didn't know how you'd react." I finally admitted.
I held my breath, awaiting my friend's reaction. How would he take this, I wondered.
"Dude, it's fine." Chad finally spoke.
I saw him looking for words, as if scrambling to come up with an answer that would satisfy me.
I knew I'd caught him totally off guard, but I just needed to know what had been going on between him and my brother.
"Look...your brother and I, we jerked around a lot. We did some crazy stuff together..." he started.
But I wasn't buying it and Chad knew it.
It wasn't just jerking around! I saw the way my brother licked the jock's foot, the way he sucked his toes...it wasn't just jerking around, it was more than that!
Chad let out a discouraged sigh before closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead.
"Alright..." he finally spoke. "You wanna know why your brother loved licking my feet?"
I looked up at my friend and motioned my head up and down. Of course I wanted to know!
There was a long pause and he just stared me straight in the eyes.
At the time, I didn't know what he was doing...but thinking back on that moment, I knew he was trying to assess whether or not I was ready to hear the truth.
"Get in the tent and I'll show you." he finally decided.
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by henry1001 » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:26 am

What is it with you and evil cliff hangers...
Awesome continuation...
-will be stuck guessing what Chad will show him all day xD-
You are unique, Just like everybody else!

### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by tiednw » Mon Jan 06, 2014 4:10 pm

Awesome, but really really wondering about the next part

### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by mikeybound » Mon Jan 06, 2014 4:23 pm

I can tell this is going somewhere good. It's always nice to see updates from you.

### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by bondagefreak » Tue Jan 07, 2014 12:15 am

Chapter 4 - The Answer I Least Expected
I was a bit nervous.
The blond stud who had, over the past months, taken me in as a close friend, was about to answer a question that had been weighing heavily on my mind.
What had been going on between Brandon and him? Why the hell did my brother claim to hate his friend's foot stench and then passionately lick and kiss those same feet?!
None of it made any sense.
I knew something strange must have been going on, but things like fetishes and kinks were almost foreign to my young mind.
I had no idea what Chad would show me, although I could clearly see his hesitance to do so.
Maybe he thought I wasn't ready...maybe he thought he'd lose me as a friend, I don't know.
Even when we entered the tent, the blond jock eyed me carefully...analysing me, calculating, weighing the risks.
"You sure you want to do this?" he pressed, no doubt hoping I would change my mind in a sudden change of heart.
"Yeah...come on, just tell me." I complained, anxious to get a full explanation.
"I'm not just gonna tell you." he answered. "I'm gonna show you."
I didn't know what he'd show me and I certainly didn't expect to hear his next words.
"Lie down on the ground." he told me, his low tone matching the stern expression on his face.
I looked into his blue eyes questioningly, wondering if I'd heard him correctly.
"Get down on the floor." he repeated, pausing between each word so as to reinforce his command.
I gave him a puzzled look, but those piercing blue orbs and his big masculine stature quickly wore me down.
When I got on floor, I was told to roll over so I was facing upwards.
I saw him unlacing one of his leather army boots and remembered asking myself what the hell he was doing.
Thank God he wasn't wearing the old Air Jordans he usually wore! He most likely figured his boots would be better suited for our camping trip, which was a good thing for me, since I would've had to share the tent with him AND his stinky sneakers.
When he slid his boot off, it didn't take long for my nostrils to pick up the smell of his foot.
I was glad to see he was wearing his thin, white ankle socks...although the smell quickly reminded me that they were the same one's he worn yesterday.
He quickly reached for his foot and peeled off his moist sock, revealing a visibly sweaty foot, with pieces of white lint stuck between his big toes.
I couldn't help but crinkle my nose and moan as the smell of his foot permeated the stagnant air inside the tent.
"James." Chad suddenly said, using my name to draw my attention. "I want you to kiss my foot."
He spoke slowly, in a serious, low tone. The determined look in his eyes told me one thing: he wouldn't take no for an answer.
"What?!" I cried, thinking he'd lost his mind.
Did he seriously think I'd kiss his big sweaty feet!?
"You wanna know why your brother did this?!" he asked.
"Yeah, but..." I tried to argue before being cut off.
"Then do exactly what I say!" he ordered.
There was a pause...a rather long and uncomfortable one.
He didn't know whether or not he was going too hard on me, but he knew this would be a point of no return...for the good or for the worse.
"D'you trust me?" he finally asked.
I thought for a bit...
"Yeah, of course I trust you." I truthfully answered.
I was really lucky to have a friend like him, and he wasn't just a friend. He was like an older brother to me...a guardian of sorts.
I admired him and looked up to him. I trusted him...
"Then do what I say." he answered. "Put your face against my foot and kiss it." he ordered, lowering his smelly foot just inches from my face.
I didn't want to kiss it...didn't want to even smell it, but I had to comply.
That's what he wanted me to do, so I'd do it, even if I didn't want to.
I lifted my head up a bit, so that my lips were almost touching his bare sole.
I crinkled my nose and closed my eyes and after a few seconds of hesitation, I finally pressed my lips against his moist foot and kissed.
Right away I let me head fall back to the floor, trying to put as much distance as possible between the big jock's foot and my face.
"Good boy." he commended, talking to me like if I was a dog.
"Again." he ordered. "Kiss it again."
"Chad! Come on!" I complained. But the big jock wasn't backing out.
"Now!" he ordered, lowering his foot over my face.
My head was already on the ground and now his size 13 foot covered my whole face...mouth, nose and all!
"Kiss!" he continued.
I obeyed, planting a second kiss on his bare foot, then a third and a fourth...
To my relief, the muscle jock pulled his foot away from my face after the seventh kiss.
When I saw his face though, I was a bit unnerved.
"Why are you smilling?!" I asked the towering jock.
He didn't answer.
Instead, the smirk on his handsome face grew into a cocky smile.
My respite was short-lived and soon, Chad pressed his big sweaty foot right over my face again.
I tried to protest, but my words were muffled by the pressure he was applying to my face.
"Kiss and don't stop t'ill I tell you to." he said, further muffling my moans by pressing his sweaty foot over my face.
At first I grunted and tried to push his foot away with my hands. But his voice was deep and his tone, very serious.
Again, he wouldn't take no for an answer.
I quickly gave in to the big jock and started kissing his foot...one, two, three kisses...
"Yeah...that's a good boy." he teased before pulling his foot off my face for a second time.
"Now I want you to lick it." he continued.
My eyes grew wide, but I didn't have the chance to protest.
"Now." he ordered.
I don't know what it was about him, but I just couldn't bring myself to disobey his command.
Maybe it was his size and muscular frame, or maybe it was his age and his alpha-male character that made it hard not to comply.
I knew Chad wasn't used to being told "no" by others...and that wasn't about to change now.
Against my better judgement, I raised my head, extended my tongue and licked his foot.
"Not like that buddy." he calmly objected. "Lick all of it."
I looked up at him pleadingly, wondering why the hell he wanted me to do all of this.
He was unmoving in his resolve.
I extended my tongue again, this time licking the bottom of his sole, right up to his toes.
When I let my head fall back to the floor and closed my mouth, I tasted his sweat and realised I had some of his lint and toe jam on my tongue.
It was gross!
"I thought you'd tell me about my brother, not make me lick your feet!" I complained, after spitting the sweaty lint out of my mouth.
"You wouldn't understand if I just told you." he insisted.
"But you haven't even explained anything to me yet!" I cried out, sitting up.
"Don't worry..." he calmly replied. "You'll understand everything soon."
He spoke as though he had full confidence, but I really didn't understand anything at this point.
He said he'd explain to me why my older brother had a thing for his feet...and then he brings me in the tent and makes me kiss and lick his foot!
What the hell?!
"Just trust me, okay?" he said with a smile, apparently in a far more pleasant mood than he had been a few minutes ago.
Five minutes ago, the jock didn't know whether or not he wanted to even try this with me. Now he was certain he'd made the right choice.
What I didn't know at the time, was that while I was kissing and licking his foot, Chad saw something that reassured him greatly.
I have no idea what it was...but during those few minutes, something must have convinced him that I was indeed "foot worship" material.
"We''ll continue this later tonight." he told me, before stepping outside the tent.
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by tiednw » Tue Jan 07, 2014 2:32 am

Nice update!

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Post by Lake Lover » Tue Jan 07, 2014 4:06 pm

!!!!!
From one who has never licked a foot -- smelly or not -- in my lifetime, all I can say is: Well done. I guess.
Really, I know no one who could broach this subject any better than you.

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Post by Lake Lover » Wed Jan 08, 2014 7:24 am

Looking forward to the continuation. I can hardly wait.

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Post by bondagefreak » Wed Jan 08, 2014 9:49 pm

Thanks for the feeback both of you
Chapter 5 will be up shortly.

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Post by bondagefreak » Thu Jan 09, 2014 10:58 pm

Chapter 5 - Accepting The Truth
The rest of the evening couldn't have passed any slower.
After gathering wood and setting up the fire, I watched my older friend prepare supper: some nice campfire style hot dogs.
Chad eventually took off his tight-fitting leather jacket and threw it on his chair.
It wasn't even that cold tonight and even dressed in a tight white t-shirt and nylon trackies, the fire kept Chad ample warm.
When I saw his black track pants, tucked inside his tightly laced up army boots, I couldn't help but wonder what I'd gotten myself into.
I truly wanted to know the truth behind my brothers relationship with Chad, but maybe some things were better left to the unknown.
Soon, Chad's two friends arrived at the campsite and joined us for the evening meal.
The three jocks had fun talking about fishing and hunting, but even with Zack encouraging me to join in, my mind was elsewhere.
I just wanted to be in the tent with Chad.
I was nervous and I couldn't wait to find out what he had in store for me.
Luckily for me, Chase and Zack had apparently exerted themselves by fishing all day and they both longed for a good night's sleep.
It must have been barely eight o'clock when the two jocks retreated to their tent, leaving Chad and I alone.
When they left, the campsite grew awfully quiet.
I had nothing to say to Chad. I just waited out the awkward silence until finally he spoke.
"Get in the tent." he told me. "We'll let the fire die out on it's own tonight."
Normally I would have been bothered by his stern tone of voice, but right now it didn't matter.
I walked in the tent, lit the lamp and waited for Chad to walk in.
The jock walked in with a foldable chair and zipped the tent back up before telling me to sit down on my mattress.
I think he was as anxious as I was about the whole thing, 'cause he lost no time in taking his t-shirt off, revealing his fierce set of abs and a very thick pair of rounded pectorals.
The blond hunk didn't even bother asking if I wanted to resume the lesson. He just unfolded his chair in front of me and sat down.
"Take my boots off." he ordered, putting one of his booted feet on my lap.
Without question, I started unlacing the leather boot and with some effort, managed to slide it off his foot completely.
Immediately, I crinkled my nose at the strong, cheesy-vinegar type smell escaping for the confines of his leather boots.
I did the same for his second foot and by the time I was done, the whole tent smelled of the jock's foot stench.
Chad bent down and peeled off his old ankle socks, revealing his big pair of sweaty feet.
The jock put both his bare feet on my lap and crossed his arms behind his head, his neatly trimmed armpits and massive biceps in full display.
"Lick my feet." he ordered, crossing them one on top of the other so that his left foot stood closer to my face.
I grabbed his ankle and lifted his foot up closer.
The smell was awful, but for a reason unknown, I extended my tongue and touched his foot with it.
Just by barely brushing his foot, my tongue picked up the taste of his sweat.
I didn't want to continue, but the look on my handsome friend's face was just too precious for me to stop.
How can such a good looking guy have feet that smelled this bad, I wondered.
He sat there, towering above me, with his naked torso in full display.
His hands crossed behind his head, the jock had his eyes closed and a small, cocky smile adorned his lips.
He was enjoying this...really enjoying this, I noted. And it wasn't just the smile and the relaxed posture. It was the rather prominent tent in his shiny track pants that caught my attention.
When I pressed my tongue against his foot a second time and gave a small, tentative flick of the tongue, a soft moan escaped from the jock's lips.
"mmm...yeah." he moaned.
Soon, I was licking his whole foot, letting my tongue brush against it's whole surface...right up to the toes.
"Yeah, that's it..." he moaned anew. "Suck my toes."
I did, curling my lips around each toe and sucking them clean.
I don't know what had gotten into me, but I remember feeling one thing above all....secure.
I felt secure, more than I had in a long time.
Zipped up in a small tent with Chad, sitting at his feet and hearing his soft moans of approval...it made me feel, safe.
Chad was smart though and his plan involved more than making me lick his feet.
He promised to explain to me why my brother loved doing this and as was usual, he always proved true to his word.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, quickly pulling his size 13 feet away from my face.
I sat there, completely dazed by his sudden questioning.
His blue eyes pierced into me, their continued gaze forcing me to submit to the question.
"I'm licking your feet...like you told me to." I answered with a shaky voice.
"Why?!" he asked, his expression only getting more serious.
"What d'you mean why?" I asked, a slight hint of panick in my voice. "You told me you wanted me to lick your feet."
"So if I tell you I want you to jump off a bridge, you're gonna do it?" he asked, with still no change in his facial expression.
"No...of course not." I stuttered, not understanding his point or what he was getting at.
"Then why d'you lick my feet?" he asked.
The moment of silence that ensued, forced me to lower my head and gulp down the gallon of saliva that had lumped itself in my throat.
I was completely taken aback by his sudden change of demeanor.
"Hey!" the jock barked, snapping his fingers in front of me. "I'm talking to you. Why d'you lick my feet?!"
I kept my gaze down and looked around nervously. I felt like a cornered animal...not knowing where to go.
This was exactly what Chad wanted.
"You wanna know why your brother liked licking my feet?" he asked.
" 'Cause it made me feel good." he answered before I even had a chance to respond.
"Nothing makes me feel good like having another dude sniff my shoes and worship my feet. You're brother loved it, 'cause I loved it." he explained. "And that's exactly the way you feel, am I right?"
I slowly took in his words, analysing them, playing them back in my mind.
Was he right? Had I licked his feet because I felt the need to make him feel good?
Slowly, I nodded my head.
Yes, he was right...but still, I felt the need to justify myself.
"You're such a good friend...I don't know why you hang around with me and let me tag along." I answered. "I don't know...but I just feel like I owe you so much."
"Dude..." he said, his tone far more gentle this time. "calm down, it's okay...I'm just trying to get you to talk. Hey, you were doing such a good job with my feet, I'm the one who's lucky to have you as a friend!" he teased, laughing.
I smiled.
There was something else though, that I couldn't tell Chad.
I really liked him 'cause he was older, bigger and stronger than me. I loved the way he pulled me around and took decisions for me.
Ever since my brother passed, it's as if I lost the will to make my own choices.
There was something I loved about having a strong masculine figure tell me what to do...and Chad was exactly that.
He helped me, protected me, told me what to do, explained things to me and expected me to follow his lead. He was like a mentor and a guardian and I felt really safe around him.
I didn't like his feet or the way they smelled. But I had so much trouble not complying with orders when he gave me some.
He was just so big, handsome and strong...it just seemed natural for me to listen to him.
I knew that at my age, the ever changing tide of hormones had an impact on the way I felt about things...but I couldn't ignore the way I felt.
It was a gut feeling, but something told me this was more than a simple hormonal change.
My feelings for the jock went deeper than I would've liked to admit.
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by Lake Lover » Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:50 am

Ah yes! I can accept Chad's explanation of doing something which may have seemed unacceptable, even repugnant, for a friend because you really wish to satisfy the needs of that friend. That's what friends are for. Chapter 5 increased my understanding that a friend's expectations from a relationship are as important as my own.
Thanks for an uplifting continuation.

### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:24 pm

Chapter 6 - Having Fun At Zack's Expense
I still had many questions in my head, but the more I thought about Chad's explanation, the more I realised how my brother must have felt.
I'd always known my brother as being a strong jock who loved wrestling me down and playing pranks on me. I had no idea he enjoyed Chad's dominant personality as much as I did.
Only then did I realise that I must've had more in common with Brandon than I previously thought.
Still dressed only in his nylon trackies, Chad folded his chair back up and moved it outside the tent.
I wasn't tired and neither was Chad, but still the jock insisted we get a good night's sleep.
The night was cool, but not as cold as the day before. Normally I would've looked forward to climbing inside a warm sleeping bag on a cool night, but I wasn't particularly anxious to do so after seeing the down cocoon Chad wanted me to sleep in.
I quickly stripped to my briefs before unzipping the sleeping bags and slipping inside.
"It's not cold enough for my dad's sleeping bag." I complained, hoping the jock would let me do without the thick black mummy bag.
"Get in and stop complaining..." Chad absently replied.
He was texting on his phone and barely paying me any attention.
I started lying down when suddenly Chad told me to get up and get dressed.
"Why? What's wrong?!" I asked.
"Just hurry up and get dressed." Chad told me while he busily laced his boots up on his bare feet.
Still only clad in his nylon pants, the jock finished lacing up his boots and stood near the tent entrance.
I got dressed, slipped my sneakers on and followed Chad as he stepped out the tent.
"Shhh" he said, pressing a finger to his lips as we quietly walked towards the other tent.
Stealthily, we approached the tent and I was surprised to see the entranced being slowly unzipped...from the inside!
The zipper-door was opened and Chad quickly prodded me in.
The tent was almost pitch black, only Chase's cell phone bathed it in a soft hue.
The light was just enough for me to see Chase, crouched down next to his foam mattress, a big pile of rope at his feet.
I didn't know what was happening, but I knew I had to be quiet.
I crouched down next to Chase and soon, Chad joined us.
The light of the cell phone was just enough for the three of us to see each other's faces, but not strong enough to wake up the tent's other occupant.
Zack was appearantly a heavy sleeper, something I could believe now that we had walked in his tent and sat there whispering, without his knowledge.
It didn't take long for me to catch on what the two jocks were planning for their sleeping friend.
I was no stranger to pranks and this definitely looked like a prank.
We were gonna jump Zack in his sleep and tie him up.
"Dude, you take his upper body and James here can take his legs." Chase whispered.
Chad nodded, agreeing for both of us.
It looked like I was gonna be part of the plan, whether or not I wanted to....
Chase and Chad seemed to think that Zack would put up a good fight, but that the big green mummy bag he was sleeping in could be used to our advantage.
Knowing full well how restrictive such a sleeping bag could be, I could only agree with their assessment.
The plan was worked out and soon everything was set in play.
Chase lit the lamp, bathing the tent in relatively bright light, while Chad and I jumped on our target.
Chad was the first to land on Zack and the big jock lost no time in wrapping his thick arms and legs around his friend's cocooned torso.
I jumped on his legs, sat on his thighs and wrapped my arms around his ankles.
Zack woke up right away. Not only did he have the air knocked out of him, but he was completely zipped up inside his mummy bag and had two guys pinning him down, stopping him from using his arms and legs.
"What the fuck!" he yelled, obviously not appreciating our plan.
But it didn't matter whether or not he approved.
Chase was already working the ropes over his sleeping bag and with my help, we managed to tie up his ankles and legs.
I sat on Zack's legs while Chase moved up his body and with Chad's help, managed to extend the ropework over his hands, arms and chest.
Chad sat on the poor jock's chest and used Zack's own jeans belt to tighten the sleeping bag's neck area...stopping his friend from escaping the sleeping bag even if he managed to squirm his arms out of Chase's ropework.
Finally we stood up and admired our work.
Zack was completely zipped up in his big green mummy bag. A tight network of ropes and knots kept him stranded inside his own sleeping bag, making it impossible for him to unzip the bag and escape his cocoon.
Zack was less than happy and from his mouth flowed a series of insults and curses.
"Fuck you!" he yelled, after Chase threatened to gag him.
"Oh yeah?" Chase answered, before walking to the tent entrance where his sneakers and socks were.
Chase took the two socks he'd worn all day and knotted them together.
"Dude, let's shut him up for tonight." he told Chad.
I stood there and watched as Chad grabbed Zack's head and pinched his nostrils shut.
The trussed up jock eventually had no choice but to open his mouth, allowing Chase to push in his worn socks.
Chase's socks went it, the knot keeping the two socks together, filling Zack's mouth and muffling his cries.
Chad held Zack steady, while Chase knotted his socks behind the bound jock's head.
Zack's gag was like a ballgag, but instead of a rubber ball, he had a ball of Chase's tasty socks in his mouth.
Zack moaned angrily and futilely struggled against his bounds.
We could see him trying to squirm his arms and legs inside his sleeping bag, but Chase's ropework was flawless.
Chase pulled the hood over his gagged friend's head and pulled the drawstrings tight before knotting them together.
We laughed and teased Zack while he struggled and grunted through Chase's sock gag.
Finally, Chase thanked us and Chad and I walked back to our tent.
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by chadmc90 » Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:37 pm

Great continuation. You are spitting out chapters rather quickly, I noticed. When do you plan to continue BaGiaSB, if u don't mind me asking?
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### Re: James and the Jock: A Perfect Match (M/M) PG-17 * CHAPTE

Post by bondagefreak » Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:39 pm

> cmcd290 wrote:Great continuation. You are spitting out chapters rather quickly, I noticed. When do you plan to continue BaGiaSB, if u don't mind me asking?

This weekend

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Post by chadmc90 » Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:41 pm

Okay. I look forward to the next installment for both stories then.
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Post by tiednw » Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:42 am

Great continuation!!!

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Post by Ossassin » Mon Jan 13, 2014 1:31 am

Slowly taking out everyone till Chad is the last one left
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Give me a minute
I'll duct tape you

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Post by Lake Lover » Mon Jan 13, 2014 8:15 pm

Yeah! This is a great continuation. Its lacking some of the detail and minutia which I really prefer, but most readers seem to favour a quicker read. So be it. It is really great.

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Post by bondagefreak » Tue Jan 14, 2014 12:42 pm

> Lake Lover wrote:Yeah! This is a great continuation. Its lacking some of the detail and minutia which I really prefer, but most readers seem to favour a quicker read. So be it. It is really great.

This is a dilemma for me too, because many readers are not fond of the slow pace at which I am developing my first story. But I am glad you bring this up. I need to try and find the right balance between including as many details as possible and keeping a decent story pace.
Thanks for the feedback so far!