Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby Allensmithy » Mon Nov 24, 2014 4:09 am

This story I wrote months ago on my way back from a road trip. It's a bit of a silly concept but enjoy.

Ryan a Chicago investment banker in his early 30s had a strange habit. He had the tendency to tie himself up on occasion, but lacking proper skills he always seemed to slip out. The more he tried to do it to himself the more it wouldn't be any fun for him.

He tried surfing the web for escorts or dominatrixs but they all seemed to scare him. He needed somebody not in the seedy industry, but a regular working joe.

So as luck would have it he broke the latches on his windows from closing hem too hard. So to save a few bucks and grief from hIs landlord. He decided to fix it himself.

He searched around the Home Depot and seen coils of nylon rope and tape were on sale. He cracked a joke to the sales girl.

"I see you folks are having your home invasion sale yet again."

To which the girl laughed and handed him his bag along with the suppose he purchased to repair the windows.

As he was on his on his way to his car something caught his eye.

Sitting along side the outside of Home Depot were a group of guys waiting. Ryan at first ignores the sight and went on his way but the looks of one of the guys intrigued him. And no matter how hard he tried he couldn't shake the guys face.

Instead of just walking to his car he decided to take a risk. He walked up to the younger looking guy that intrigued him and asked.

"Do you fix windows?"

The guy nodded his head.

"Do you speak English?" Ryan asked.

"No really." Responded the guy.

"Come with me." Ryan said not sure what he was doing. But the risk did feel exhilarating.

This guy was intriguing with a ascemetrical dark black hair styled facial hair. He had to be in his mid twenties at latest. A strong muscular build and skin a deep bronze. His eyes also a dark shade of brown, he was wearing torn blue jeans with a beater and dirty work boots. He looked as if he'd been doing odd jobs all day.

But none would be odder than the one Ryan had in mind for later.

The two got in Ryans car and drove back to his place. He walked the guy up to his pent house and let him inside the place.

Ryan walked the guy to his window and showed him the problem. Without hesitation he got to work immediately and Ryan sat on the sofa watching him and looking for an app that would translate out loud for him.

He found one and started punching in the info for paying the man. The guy finished rather quickly and walked over and stood in front of Ryan.

He looked up to see the sweaty dude waiting patiently to be paid.

Ryan asked him through the app if on hundred fifty was okay and the guy nodded very eagerly. Must of been the most he'd made all day. Ryan paid the guy and asked him in few words aloud.

"What's your name?"

"Oscar." He responded.

Ryan punched more questions into the translater and asked him.

"Would you be interested in making two hundred dollars?"

Oscar nodded quickly and Ryan got up from his chair and walked to his room and grabbed his bag of bondage gear. Oscar looked confused as Ryan pulled out tons of rope and tape. Ryan.asked him in the translator.

"Would you be willing to tie me up with this rope, gag me? Cover my mouth with the tape? I will pay you two hundred upfront and all you need to do is hang out here for an hour while I try to get out. I want to see how it feels."

Oscar stood there thinking about all the information the translator just gave him. He looked hesitant in doing it so Ryan was brash and pulled out his wallet showing Oscar the two hundred dollars.

"Two hundred and fifty!" Ryan said grabbing a fifty and adding it to the stack.

Oscar hesitantly grabbed a coil of the ropes and begun to undo it. Ryan typed into the app.

" Act like you are robbing me, be as cruel with tying me as you want. I'm your captive and when you are done have a beer and hang out and watch tv while I try to untie myself. If an hour passes untie me."
Ryan waited for a response, as Oscar simply shurgged and stated by tying Ryan's ankles together.

He then hoisted Ryan's feet up on the recliner and tied his bound ankles down to it. Then he took more rope and made a harness around Ryan's chest which surprised him quite a bit. This made it so he could secure Ryan's torso to the to the back of the sofa.

Ryan's was in heaven so far, Oscar signaled for Ryan to put his wrists together and he did. Oscar tied them tightly in front of him and then hoisted them up over Ryan's head and secured them to the back of the chair so they were tightly tied above his head.

Oscar scratched his head and Ryan opened and closed his mouth while looking at the tape. It snapped into Oscars mind as he grabbed a roll of the tape and tore off a bit and put a single strip over Ryan's lips.
The Oscar remembered something, Ryan's said be as cruel as you want so he decided to lay on the sofa by him and kick up his work boots onto Ryan's lap. He looked down as the dusty work boots here nestled in the crotch of his dress pants he wore to work earlier.

"You what me to be mean?" Oscar asked in a thick accent.
Ryan nodded and tried to move in his bonds.

Oscar shrugged again and kicked off his work boots one by one. The odor of his sweaty long white socks filled the air and Oscar laughed. He slipped off one of the funky socks and held it over Ryan's nose.

Ryan loved every minute of it. Oscar then ripped off the piece of tape. Ryan watched helplessly as Oscar rolled up the sock and stuffed it into his mouth making sure the sweaty part would be the firs thing Ryan would taste.

Ryan cringed at the taste of Oscars work socks. But he wasn't finished yet he then grabbed the tape, he started with one wrap around his mouth which turned into several.

Before he knew it he was done and Oscar laid on the couch with his feet up on Ryan's lap watching tv. Every now and then he'd put his feet in Ryan's face or dig in his crotch with his foot. Ryan's sat there having a blast and really couldn't move. He was very impressed with Oscars work.

An hour passed and Oscar had seemed to forget he was supposed to untie him. Ryan begun to struggle and oscar looked over and grabbed his smelly boot at put it over his face and tape it there forcing him to smell it. He then said aloud.

"You my prisoner, I'll let you out when I want."

This was frightening but exciting to Ryan who couldn't wait to see what he'd do to him next.

"I think I might have a couple of my friends over and turn this into a party." Oscar said is crisp perfect English.

Ryan was in shock, he knew what he was doing the whole time. He begun to sweat under pressure of being tied up and now being prisoner of a guy he thought was ignorant to his agenda.

"You could be our foot stool, massager, and personal bitch while we make ourselves at home in this fine place you got here." Oscar said with a menacing grin.

How was he going to get himself out of this one?

To be continued...

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby hujikelmop » Mon Nov 24, 2014 8:08 am

Great start

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby mitchelaiden » Tue Nov 25, 2014 2:10 pm

Love the sock gag!!
Great start and can't wait to see what comes next :D
Sock gags, underwear gags;
I don't care as long as they are well worn and sweaty

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby Allensmithy » Wed Dec 24, 2014 1:41 pm

Sorry it took so long enjoy everybody.

Part II

Oscar opened the door to great his three other construction buddies. Beto a short but muscular man with a bandanna tied around his head and tattoos up and down his arms.

Manny a tall intimidating guy who was thin but still in quite good shape. And lastly Hector a well toned guy with stylish facial hair and dark menacing eyes who came in with a couple of sacks in hand.

"He's right over here bro. The pervert asked me to tie him up." Oscar explained as the others broke into laughter after catching a glimpse of Ryan.

He could only look on wide eyes as the men filled his living room. They seemed to have Bo trouble making themselves at home.

First thing they did was crack open his beers and slammed their dirty work boots all over his ikea coffee table.

Manny peeked over at Oscar who sat next to Ryan with his bare feet propped up on the table.

"Where are your shoes man?" He asked.

Oscar just smiled and pointed to Ryan's face. His work boot still firmly strapped to his face.

"Haha that's sick! Your socks I there too?" Manny asked springing up to inspect Ryan's bonds.

"Can I put mine in there next?" Manny asked slipping off his boots.

"Go ahead. I think he likes it. The weirdo has been pitching a tent the whole time I was tying him." Oscar responded.

Manny removed Oscar's boot and started to peel away at Ryan's tape gag.

The second it was off he tried to blurt out.

"Please just untie me now and I'll... Mmmm." Ryan's words cut short by Manny's hand firmly clamped over his mouth.

"Not so fast homie. We are just having a little fun." Manny said into Ryan's ear.

He reached around and pulled off his own sweaty sock and balled it up in his hand.

As Ryan was going to speak he felt the damp fabric thrust into his mouth. It tasted foul like he hadn't change them in weeks.

"Holy shit man your feet wreak!" Oscar said getting up from the sofa.

"I gotta get some fresh air now." He said walking around the hall of the apartment to the kitchen.

Hector had wandered into the kitchen when nobody was looking and Oscar seen him stuffing his sacks with Ryan's things.

"Hey man what are you doing that's not part of the plan. We were just gonna mess with this freak not rob him." Oscar said snatching the wallet from Hectors hands.

Back in the living room Ryan was looking up to Manny who was wrapping a severe amount of duct tape around his mouth to keep that sock in there. It was like he was getting a rise out of it.

Beto just say back on the other sofa and watched.

"This is fun bro watch me put my foot in his face!" Manny said raising his bare foot to Ryan's face. "Sniff it!"

Ryan shifted around in his bonds it was no use. What manny said next got him real nervous.

"Hey bro, do you think he's ticklish?" Manny asked unbuttoning Ryan's dress shirt.

Soon his muscular pecs were exposed and his abs shortly after. He felt so vulnerable, he hadn't been tickling since he was a kid. But he was pretty confident it hasn't changed much on the scale of terrible to enjoyable.

Manny dug his fingers right into Ryan's armpits and he shrieked with laughter from under the tight sock gag.

"Check this out man, he's ticklish as fuck!" Manny said working his fingers down Ryan's torso.

"Your doing it all wrong bro." Beto said getting up from the sofa.

He walked over to the front of Ryan and tore away his dress shoes and socks.

"If you want him to piss himself you gotta hit the feet." Beto said digging his fingers into Ryan's bare soles.

He jumped up in a frenzy. He was panting under his gag from all the laughter.

"Holy shit bro, lemme try." Manny said walking around to the front of the sofa.

He sat on the floor and started to to tickle Ryan's left foot while Beto worker over his right.

Oscar and Hector walked back into the room to see manny at Ryan's feet and Beto behind the sofa tickling the hell out of Ryan who was on the brink of tears.

Oscar laughed and took a seat next to Ryan and put his arms up on the sofa. One arm around Ryan.

"Relax man isn't this what you wanted? We are being extra mean to you." He said as Ryan looked over at him pitifully.

Hector made eyes to Beto, he signaled to Oscar and Beto crept behind Oscar.

"Now I hope you don't mind me and my bros make ourselves at home here. And you can enjoy being tied up even longer." Oscar laughed.

Oscar's boasting cut short as Beto grabbed his wrists and pulled them down to the top of the sofa.

"What the hell?!" Oscar screamed puzzled.

Manny grabbed hold of his feet to keep him from trying to kick. Hector made his way over to Beto and started to tie Oscar's wrists together. He secured them down to the sofa like Ryan's and tossed lengths of rope to Manny who tied down his ankles to the recliner.

Soon he was in the same predicament as Ryan, well almost the same.

"What the hell is going on? Mmmph!.." Oscar shouted before Beto's hand cut him off.

"Sorry homie, looks like we have to go on with this plan without ya. Conflict of interests you see. Hope you understand. " Hector said walking over to the bag of restraints.

Digging out the duct tape he tossed it to Manny.

"Shut him up, and be creative." He finished exiting the room.

Manny smiled and removed his other sock. Oscar looked on in terror just imagining what that tastes like.

"No! NO! Mmmm!..." He protested as the sweaty white tube sock was stuffed deep into his mouth.

Beto caught the roll of tape Manny threw to him and he sealed Oscar's gag mercilessly.

Beto walked over to the bluray player and yanked it out of the wall.

"Dibs on this. You coming?" He asked Manny.

"Not just yet..." He said eying Oscars bound bare feet. "I have a bit more fun to have here."

"Suit yourself clown. You and that damn tickling." Beto said leaving the room in search for more items to loot.

Manny teased his sole with a. Few light brushes of his fingers. Even then Oscar shot up in a fit. He detested being tickled, and he could tell from Manny's expression he was in for it.

Manny wasted no time working over Oscars feet with his fingers. Oscar squirmed under his bonds panting heavily after every break.

After ten minutes of brutal tickling Hector walked in and shouted to Manny.

"Come on we gotta split leave this ticket for the police."

Manny smacked his lips and got up. Grabbing his work boot he looked down at it and got an idea.

"Looks like we're the same size bro." He said placing his work boot over Ryan's face and taping it there. "Don't worry sweetheart I didn't forget about you." He said to Oscar.

He grabbed his other boot and taped it over Oscar's nose. He resisted but soon had the same fate as Ryan.

"I'm gonna help myself to you shoes okay dude they look way nicer than mine. Enjoy them though. I worked hard in those boots." He said joining the others in ransacking the place.

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby havok978 » Fri Dec 26, 2014 9:40 am

Awesome so far

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby Ringerboy » Mon Dec 29, 2014 1:27 am

Great story :)

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby Allensmithy » Fri Jan 16, 2015 6:06 am

Oscar tried his best to adjust to his current situation. He had never been tied up before, under different circumstances it probably could of been kinda hot.


However being tethered to a ikea recliner with a coworker's funky boot strapped to his face was not quite the way he'd hope to spend his first bondage venture.


He looked over at Ryan who looked as if he was laughing behind his boot gag.


Oscar struggled in his bonds, from his seat he could see the door his coworkers were leaving out of. They had finished grabbing whatever wasn't nailed down. And left him to take the fall if Ryan managed to get himself undone.


Unluckily for Oscar he was very close. After all that tickling Ryan was pretty close to slipping out his thumb from the many loops around his wrists.


He wriggled a bit more in his bonds and to his surprise his left hand popped out of the now the struggle was untying himself with one hand. It was especially difficult considering he is right handed.


Ryan fumbled awkwardly around the knots binding him to the sectional furniture.


Oscar begun to sweat profusely as he saw more and more of Ryan's possibility of freedom. He had no idea what would happen to him if he managed to get out and call the police for help.


Oscar looked up at his own bonds not budging in the least. And then peered onward past the boot strapped to his face to Ryan who now had both hands free.


Ryan unlooped the harness Oscar did on him and soon was able to stand up from the sofa tearing the boot off of his face he worked on getting the rest of the layers of duct tape holding in the clammy sock inside his mouth.


Spitting the sock onto his coffee table he fell back on the sofa in exhaustion. His legs and ankles still bound.


"Some friends you got there." He said looking at Oscar.


"Mmm mmm." Oscar tried to mutter anything to coax Ryan into undoing his gag.


"No. No I think you can stay like that until the police arrive." He said propping his bound feet on the table trying to relax.


"Mmmmm mmm mmm!" Oscar continued to try and speak.


"Fine." Ryan leaned over and started peeling off layers of his boot gag. "Whatever you are trying better be good, otherwise you are getting both of your friend's socks in there."


"We can get your stuff back." Oscar shouted as he spat the sock onto the table. "I mean I know where they are, we can get your stuff back man."


"And what makes you think I'm dumb enough to fall for that?"


"It's not a trick bro, I know where they would of gone." Oscar pleaded.


"I'm not your bro, and what makes you think those friends of yours won't do a repeat of what occurred earlier." Ryan asked.


"They aren't my friends." Oscar sighed. "I just know them from working odd jobs, honestly I didn't think they would rob you man." He finished.


"Enough. Alright. Where is it we have to go to find my stuff?" Ryan asked debating the idea in his mind.


"I know they went to Beto's crib. He has the most room to keep it." Oscar explained.


"You know all this yet you aren't friends?" Ryan responded.


"I've only been there a couple of times, I know him and Hector thug around that area. They most likely will hold it there and try and sell a lot of it."


Ryan thought hard and decided it seemed worth the risk.


He grabbed hold of Oscar's ankles and started to untie them.


"Alright, but any funny business and you'll be gagged again and waiting for the cops on my sofa. Understand?"


"Understood." Oscar said watching him unravel the ropes on his lower body.


As soon as they were both untied Ryan stood over Oscar who sat with just his hands bound above him still.


"Now don't freak out but I'm gonna take one added precaution." Ryan sat exiting the room briefly and coming back in dangling a pair of handcuffs.


"I don't like double crosses. So these will be your new bracelets until I feel I can trust you." He said snapping them over his wrists before undoing the ropes.


"Come on man..." Oscar started and stopped immediately when Ryan grabbed the socks from the table and held them up as an example.


Ryan changed his clothes to just a green tanktop and golf shorts with flip flops since his shoe options were limited. He escorted the barefoot Oscar out of the apartment. Armed with his bag of bondage gear.


Oscar walked work boots in hand his wet socks balled up in the bottom of them.


"Glad to see those goons didn't get my car. Get in!" Ryan said opening Oscar's door for him.


They started their way to the north side of Chicago, through the Spanish part of town.


"I promise you man I will help you get all your stuff back." Oscar said sincerely.


"Why did you even call those guys?" Ryan asked aggravated.


"Honestly. I thought it would be fun. You know I thought they would just play along and we'd drink your beer and watch some tv while you played Houdini. I didn't know they were gonna rob you." Oscar felt bad, he knew he screwed up big time.


Ryan stopped the car at the light. He dug into Oscar's work boot and stuffed the wet sweat sock into his mouth.


"How's about a quiet ride there?" Ryan said as he continued driving.


"Mmm mmmm mmm." Oscar moaned defeated.


They arrived to a series of rundown residential houses. All looking somewhat similar in design.


"How soon till we are there?" Ryan asked pulling the sock from his mouth.


"Blah! His place is on the next block. 5558." He said surprised to remember.


Ryan pulled up to the front of Beto's modest home. Oscar instructed him to go around back so not to be seen. He whipped the car around back and parked in the alley by the trash bins.


"So are you gonna take these cuffs off now?" Oscar asked.


"Not just yet." Ryan said casing the house.


"You know two handed men win a whole lot more ass kicking contests." Oscar said sarcastically.


"Keep it up and the socks go back in." He exited the car, and walked around to the passenger side to let Oscar out. "Let's go."


"Alight just lemme put my boots on man. There's glass and shit." Oscar said putting the wet socks over his feet.


Oscar crept silently along the back of Beto's home they peered into the basement and could see Ryan's belongings piled up while Manny stood guard.


They walked around the side to the window of the next room in the basement. Oscar did some lock picking and managed to get the window open so they could both slide in.


The room was a dark musky room that looked like it might of served as a storage room. Whatever it was had been damaged in a flood years ago.


They kept their steps soft as the floor was covered in dust and glass fragments. Down the hall in the next corridor he could see Manny taking a nap on duty.


"Nows our chance bro." Oscar said as he increased his pace over to Manny.


He snuck up slowly and like a ninja pounced on him from behind. Hand clammed firmly over his mouth.


Manny flailed in the metal folding chair and Ryan took haste. He secured one of his wrists to the side of the chair. The other swung like a madman. With little effort he managed to bind that down next.


He bent down and noticed his $250 Aldo ankle boots on Manny's feet.


"I'll be taking those back." He said ripping them off his feet.


Even in his new boots Manny's bare feet still managed to stink up the place. Ryan took the rope and tethered his ankles down to the back legs of the chair.


"Toss me the duct tape." Manny said and Ryan obliged.


"Got some payback for you way." Oscar said into Manny's ear.


He lifted up his dingy so l he had peeled off from his foot and stuffed it into Manny's mouth. He then tape his mouth shut with five effective wraps around the head.


"Now to find the other two." Ryan said getting up from the floor.

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby fratboydanny » Sat Jan 31, 2015 3:42 am

This is really good. Thanks Rawy for posting the story. I especially like all the attention given to the sock gags. Looking forward to the next chapter.

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby NemesisPrime » Sat Jan 31, 2015 11:25 am

Loving the attention to the sock gags! Can't wait for more!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby Allensmithy » Mon Oct 05, 2015 2:15 pm

Manny's eyes widened as Ryan wrapped several layers around his face, each one sealing his sweaty Hanes white ankle socks into his mouth.

"Let's not waste anymore time with this one." Ryan said patting Mannys face to smooth out his work.

They crept up the stairs to where they could see Beto asleep in bed. He was taking a nap in his closes and didn't even budge an inch when Oscar and Ryan came creeping in. They stood over him on each side.

Ryan bent down and at the count of three the jumped Beto. Ryan clamped his mouth shut which sent a shock to wake him up. Meanwhile Oscar put a king foo grip on Betos wrists to make sure he didn't start swinging.

"Mm mm mm mm!" Beto whined under the handgag.

Ryan searched the floor and found a pair of used boxers. He balled hen up and pressed them through Beto's teeth to stuff his mouth. The salty fabric filled his moth and worked in silencing him quite effectively.

Oscar took some rope and bound his hands in front of him. Then lifted them his above him to connect them with the head board.

Ryan walked around to the end of the bed and started to tie up Beto's ankles. Wrapping rope several times around his construction boots. Then connected them to the bottom of the bed.

Ryan seen a long wool sock on the floor under the bed, grappling it at the toe he realized what it may of been used for he grapes it and tossed it to Oscar right away.

"Secure his gag with this."

"Mmmm mmm!" Beto grunted under the underwear gag.

His eyes knew that sock and he didn't want it near his face. Oscar tied it tightly over Beto's mouth and left the knotted ends over his mouth.

"Mmmmph!" Beto grunted helplessly.

"Now for the last cholo." Ryan said signaling for Oscar to follow.

Ryan could hear the sound of the tv. Hector was inside the living room. He crept inside and snuck up behind the sofa. He could see a pillow at the edge which means Hector must of been napping. He had his rope ready and popped up from behind the couch to find nobody laying there. It was then he turned around to see Oscar was not behind him either.

Ryan moved quickly back down the small hallway of the home to only pass Beto still tied to the bed, and to the end of the hall where the closet and bathroom were.

Something muffed was in the closet. It sounded like they were kicking the wall from the inside to attract attention.

Ryan gulped and slowly opened the closet door. There he saw Oscar strung up with a thick tube sock in his mouth.

"Mmmph" Oscar moaned each time with more energy.

He reached to remove the sock and pulled it out like a cork.

"It's a trap man he's behind you." Oscar exclaimed.

Targets when Ryan felt two arms dragging him back into the living room. Ryan was easily overpowered by Hector who had Ryan's arms tied behind him.

"I think it's time you were taught a lesson in power. He said tying Ryan's ankles.

"You are going to be my bitch until I get bored of you." Hector said with excitement.

He tied a collar and leash around Ryan's neck and jerked him to sit up.

"Up bitch. Your new master is going to sit down and watch Family Guy."

Ryan sat up he best he could. He could kinda crawl with his knees. Hector took a seat and reclined his booted feet up. He snapped and pointed down at his heavy footwear.

"Remove my boots bitch."

Ryan started to untie his boots with his teeth. He struggled getting them to loosen as Hector tied them tight and the closet he got the more he could smell the inside.

"I haven't got all day bitch I'm trying to relax." Hector barked.

Ryan tried and tried but could not get the boot off.

"Pathetic!" Ryan said as he bent down and pulled the boot off himself.

He took Ryan by the back of his hair and gripped it tight, boot in other hand he pressed it over his nose forcing him to smell it.

"So fucking disappointing." Hector snarled forcing Ryan to inhale.

Kicking the recliner in he threw area to the floor in front on him. He pressed his hot socked foot over Ryan's mouth and nose.

"Breathe!" He ordered and Ryan obliged.

Hectors socks were ripe and made Ryan cough from the fumes.

"Get sniffing! I want to feel it on my soles bitch!." Hector barked.

He pressed his socked foot into Ryan's face. Ryan inhaled deeply each breath worse than the last...

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby bondagefreak » Mon Oct 05, 2015 2:22 pm

Hot! Love the sock/underwear gags and foot sniffing!
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Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby NemesisPrime » Mon Oct 05, 2015 2:58 pm

bondagefreak wrote:Hot! Love the sock/underwear gags and foot sniffing!

Yeah, this story is a gem, I knew it was only a matter of time until you found it. :)
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby Lake Lover » Mon Oct 05, 2015 3:50 pm

Unbelievable but satisfying that the story resumes. I am happy. Oh and BF has a mystery person waiting in the wings ???

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby mikeysockgagged » Mon Oct 05, 2015 9:12 pm

Plz continue awesome story!
Love socks and sock bondage Feel free to pm me and maybe we can do some rp on kik

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby cyrus6347 » Tue Oct 06, 2015 1:52 am

This a great story :)

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby djtsox » Mon Oct 12, 2015 9:32 am

great story look forward to the next chapter. really enjoy the sock worship

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby fratboydanny » Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:38 pm

Thanks, rawy, for the continuation. I am very happy to see this new chapter.

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby Allensmithy » Mon Feb 15, 2016 7:15 am

Ryan was trapped under Hector's socked foot.

Hector was having too much fun doing this, he had flashbacks to his childhood when his older brother Jose would do the same thing to him. This seemed like a fitting turn of events.

He forced his foot cruelly into Ryan's face smashing his face against the rug.

"Breathe it in bitch. Ain't this what you wanted maricon?" Hector hissed at his slave.

Hector bent down and removed his other boot. He peeled off his socks one at a time.

"I'm getting bored of you bitch. Here chew on this for a whiles." Hector forced his socks in Ryan's mouth.

"MMMMMPH!" Ryan grunted under the socks.

"Shut the fuck up. Furniture don't speak maricon!"

Hector took a roll of tape he left on the coffee table and sealed Ryan's mouth shut with four winds around his skull.

He leaned in close with a firm grip on the back of Ryan's hair and said softly.
"You think I'm playing? You'll be my bitch till I release you. Keep you at the foot of my bed with my nasty feet in your face until the day you die bitch. So shut the fuck up and enjoy my socks."

He threw Ryan's head back to the floor and grabbed his discarded boot. Loosing the laces Hector strapped the boot over Ryan's face with the duct tape. Exposing him to the raw scent of his feet.

Hector sat back and watched the tv. Fresh Prince had a rerun going and it was the one where Will first meets Lisa and she ties him up for a sorority prank.

"Seems familiar eh?" Hector said resting his hot feet on the sides of Ryan's face.

Oscar on the other hand was hard at work on his bonds. He could feel the bar his hands were dangling from coming loose.

Working rigorously at it he popped the joint out of its socket and the bar toppled down. Oscar being ever so quiet in doing this. He didn't want Hector to know he'd made his great escape. Leaning down he untied the ropes around his ankles, and then chewed at his wrists that now we're in front of him.

He bit at the bonds for a good six minutes before he worked the knots out of his wrist cuffs.

Hector was in full chill mode all that tormenting got him feeling tired. He was dozing off as he watched the television. He didn't even get to see how Will escaped....

Oscar kept up ever so slowly.

When Hector opened his eyes he could see something large and tan in front of his face. A matter of fact it was on his face. He tried to get up and realized he couldn't.

"Mmmph?!" He grunted.

Something was in his mouth, something foul.

"Mmmmph!" Moaned Manny who was seated next to him.

Hector saw them both from the corner of his eye. Manny and Beto bound hands above them to the bank of the sofa, barefeet bound to the foot rest of the open recliners. With the exception of manny whose ankles were bound since his seat didn't go up.

"Hope you don't mind ese. I sat your friends by you so you don't get lonely." Oscar taunted as he and Ryan stood before them.

"MMMMMMPH MMMM MMMOM!" Hector mumbled threats through his gag.

"Don't worry homie, your socks should keep you quiet." Ryan teased.

Hector was infuriated, his bitch gagged him with his own socks.

"You boys just sit right here. I'm sure Manuel's moms will untie you when she gets home. Hahaha." Oscar laughed.

"Look it was messed up what you did to this ese. So it's fitting he put you in the same predicament you did him bro. It's what do you call it man, karma." Oscar finished.

"I took my stuff back. Consider this better than me calling the police." Ryan said getting himself put together.

Him and Oscar both left. Ryan offered to give him a lift.

"Only if i can help you move your stuff back man I feel terrible about all this." Oscar bargained.

Oscar apologized about seven hundred times on the way back to Ryan's place. Not even relenting when they moved his belongs back in.

"It's fine man honestly. I'm over it now." Ryan finally relented.

Oscar sat down on the sofa. He could see the bag of ropes and tape still ion on the table. "You know I gotta tell you tying everybody up like that was actually pretty fun man."

"If you wanted I'd tie you up again if you liked. You could tie me up too just to keep it fair bro." Oscar told him sincerely.

"You first." Ryan said bending down and tying his ankles.

"I think we could be good friends man." Oscar chimed.

Ryan pulled off oscars left boot and sock and balled it up in his hand.....

The end....for now

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby xtc » Mon Feb 15, 2016 1:23 pm

I'm glad you returned to finish this..... for now
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby Allensmithy » Mon Feb 15, 2016 3:32 pm

xtc wrote:I'm glad you returned to finish this..... for now


Keyword finished. Lol I just can't bare a dead thread.

Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby xtc » Mon Feb 15, 2016 3:36 pm

Agreed.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Language Barrier (M/M)

Postby tyman » Mon Feb 15, 2016 5:31 pm

Great story!