Please be advised, this story contains BDSM and other adult themes not suitable for minors.
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
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
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 - (In Progress: March 2014)
Chapter 1 - The Sleeping Bag
Steven struggled, but could not 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.
Nick has previously told him that he got his winter sleeping bag overstuffed with down.
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 accentuated how quickly the bag heated up and how restricting it felt once completly zipped up inside.
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 his friend planned to keep him in there for much longer.
Nick had thought about this quite in advance. This would be payback for all those other times...
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.