The Bondage Adventures of the Lakewood High Boys

Spencer Spends the Night with James

When last we left the boys…

Kenneth held up his phone and counted down aloud the time left. Spencer had less than two minutes now.

“He’s getting close!” Todd observed.

“He really doesn’t want my sock in his mouth, hah hah,” James laughed.

Spencer, their bound captive, was intensely concentrated on freeing his tied hands. It wasn’t easy. The white cotton rope had been impressively fashioned around his wrists thanks to Kenneth’s expert ropework. Still, Spencer was resilient. Sweating like he was helped lubricate the skin so he could wiggle and he used that too his advantage despite the discomfort of rope burn.

With less than a minute to go, Kenneth started counting down the seconds. He knelt down to his best friend and teased, “Come on, Spence. If you don’t do this, you know what comes next!”

Spencer, biting down on the Nerf ball in his mouth, looked up at Kenneth and shot him a “Go fuck yourself!” look.

Half of Spencer’s left hand was now past the coil of ropes. He struggled and pulled with full force, grunting loudly as he did.

“Five, four, three…” Kenneth counted down.

Spencer’s hands were almost free. Meanwhile, he could see James anxiously standing by with his sweaty sock in hand.

“Two, one…” Kenneth continued.

At this moment, Spencer released his left hand and collapsed his body to the floor, sighing with relief. He felt safe. He felt victorious. He dodged a bullet.

“Time’s up!” Kenneth said.

Spencer spit out the Nerf ball and announced, gasping in the process, “I did it!”

His best friend, Kenneth, and the other two, however, shook their heads and broke out in ominous laughter.

“Not quite,” Kenneth said, still knelling close to Spencer, ruffling his sweaty scalp.

“No way! Not cool! Rules said free my hands!” Spencer protested, still gasping with exhaustion.

“Yea, rules said hands, PLURAL,” Kenneth replied, wiggling Spencer’s right hand which was still enclosed in a coil of rope.

“Come on! I won!” Spencer shot back.

Unfortunately for Spencer, his teammates disagreed.

James was eagerly standing by with his moist, balled up Nike sock. Kenneth knelt closer to his best friend, pinched his nose and tilted his head back. “You’re up James!” Kenneth laughed.

Spencer, ultimately, didn’t resist as James shoved his smelly sock deep in to his mouth. He made the quick decision to accept his fate and take the “punishment” which of course was a compromising act that would trigger his excitement. For certain, the heinous, warm, moist sock tasted “awful” and immediately enveloped his mouth with stinky goodness. Spencer, as feared, got an erection and hoped that they wouldn’t notice. Being on his stomach and dressed in jeans, he was safe for the time being.

Kenneth reached for the duct tape so they could tape his mouth shut but was disrupted by the worst sound ever heard. It was the shrieking voice of his mother yelling from upstairs, “Boys! It’s time for bed!”

Their game was up! The disappointed boys had to break it up for the night. Spencer was both relieved and disappointed. He started to spit out the sock.

Kenneth laughed, “Oh no, you’re still gagged.” He tore off a strip of the duct tape and sealed it over his best friend’s lips. “Just stay put.”

Kenneth said he had to go upstairs to go to bed but mentioned that Spencer was spending the night so he would free him later. He told his teammates to take off.

James was taking his sweet time, so Todd was the first to leave.

A peculiar display unfolded before Spencer’s eyes. He watched as Kenneth made sure Todd was truly gone. James seemed to hang on this confirmation too as the boys waited it out.

“Coast is clear. Don’t leave yet, hang a few more,” Kenneth said to James.

“Copy that,” James responded.

Kenneth looked down at Spencer then smiled at James and said, “Check this out.”

To Spencer’s embarrassment, his best friend tilting his body to the side, now had his crotch exposed. On display was a stiff boner springing inside his jeans.

“What did I tell you?” Kenneth said rhetorically. He playfully pinched Spencer’s nipple in a playfully cruel fashion, making him wince. “Mmmphh!”

“So, does he have to stay over HERE tonight?” James asked, grinning.

“Nah. I can loan him out to you,” Kenneth chuckled. “His parents think he’s spending the night so he won’t be missed as long as he’s home by morning,” Kenneth said.

Spencer, humiliated, listened to them, not fully comprehending what was being proposed.

Kenneth untied Spencer, then stood him up, but instructed him to keep James’ sock in his mouth. The smelly sock was haphazardly sealed by a mere small strip of duct tape but he obeyed. Meanwhile, James put his previously removed sneaker back on, over his barefoot. 

“You ok with all this Spence?” Kenneth asked his gagged friend, this time in an empathetic tone.

Spencer shot a confused look towards his best friend.

“You’re going with James, tonight. You two will have fun,” Kenneth smiled at his friend.

Spencer thought for a moment and finally grasped the situation. His heart started to race and he realized what was happening. He recalled the comment made in the locker room the day of tryouts when Kenneth said "you two have a lot in common." His best friend was actually "setting him up" with another guy. Was this really happening? Although humiliating to be in that predicament, he was terribly excited at the same time.

Spencer nodded. He did however have to pee something awful at this point.

Kenneth and James, holding Spencer in their grasps, quietly went up the stairs. Making sure the coast was clear of nosy parents, they hurriedly escorted Spencer out the backdoor of the kitchen to James’ pickup truck in the driveway. The bed of the pickup was covered by a waterproof canvas tarp which James unfastened and pulled back. A mildew stained yellow bed padding made of egg crate foam was on the floor of the truck bed. He and Kenneth lifted Spencer and deposited him on top of it. The spongy cushion was somewhat comfortable but Spencer still felt the hard, corrugated metal floor beneath it.

Kenneth helped James with tying up Spencer’s wrists behind his back again and retied his feet. He loaned him the pile of restraints that James had shoved in his gym bag along with his sweaty gear. Before hopping out of the pickup bed, Kenneth ruffled his best friend’s hair and said, “Enjoy this, you little freak! I’m glad I could do this.”

The canvas tarp was re-snapped over the truck bed to seal Spencer inside, hidden from view. He heard Kenneth and James slap a high five and have a last, quiet laugh together.

The truck ride was bumpy and uncomfortable. Spencer’s mind raced with thoughts of what was to come next. What would James be doing with him? Was it really going to be what he dreamed of or a setup for something unpleasant?

Later on…

What was, in reality, a short ride through the neighborhood, felt like a rocky, dramatic odyssey. Spencer had to struggle in the dark shallow chamber to keep his restrained body from rolling around. The musty smelling foam padding helped somewhat, but the jostling about was irritating. It made the desire to urinate more excruciating. He held it there. The tape on his mouth was more symbolic and playfully applied and his sweaty face weakened the adhesive. He didn’t spit out his sock gag, though. He enjoyed the taste of James’ ripe sock too much. His mind continued to wander what was in store.

A few minutes later the truck stopped and the motor turned off. The tarp was removed. Through the moonlight, Spencer could see they were parked behind a large house outside a garage. James untied Spencer’s feet but kept his hands tied. He helped him hop out of the pickup. He could feel the crisp December chill in the night as he watched James open the garage door and turn on a lightbulb. They stepped inside and James closed the door. The illumination from the blub faintly lit the garage. It had a pile of typical sundry items along the walls but it was clear this was primarily used as a makeshift gym. An old, large blue and white rubber wrestling mat – the high school colors – was laid out on the floor. There was a weight bench and various dumbbells populating the dank, dark garage. The faint, pleasurable familiar scent of James’ body odor draped the air.

James smiled at Spencer and untied his wrists. He took pity, noticing the rope burn and massaged his wrists to relieve him of the pain.

“That feel better?” James asked quietly.

Spencer nodded.

“I’m gonna take that gag out so you can have some water. Keep your voice down. Got it?” James said, continuing to speak in a quiet voice.

Spencer eagerly nodded.

James removed the tape strip which was half falling off anyway. He collected his sock back from Spencer’s mouth, which was now soaked in saliva.

“Thanks,” Spencer sheepishly said as James grabbed some bottled water from a shelf and told him to “Drink up.”

Spencer chugged the water. It helped wash away some of the sticky film of sweat and dirt that coated his gums.

“I really have to take a leak,” Spencer whispered. “Please.”

James smiled. “I’ll take care of it. I’ve got to see if anyone’s home. If not, you’re peeing in a cup bro. Put your hands behind your head.” Spencer dutifully obliged. “Stay like that,”  James said as he disappeared through the house door.

The urge to pee was getting so strong that the minutes James was gone seemed like hours. Pissing in a cup didn’t sound too appealing but he’d take it.

James returned, saying in a normal voice, “Good news! My parents are at the lake house. Just us.”

“Can I piss?” Spencer asked right away.

James laughed and guided his slave to a bathroom near his kitchen. He closed the door saying, “I have to get some stuff ready for the fun. Don’t come out till’ I get you.”

Spencer looked into the bathroom mirror. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his underwear. He still had the erection. He turned to the toilet and urinated. It felt so satisfactory to have taken that leak. He was fully able to enjoy his predicament and not be distracted by his annoying bladder. He returned to the mirror. His short hair was glistening in sweat and his skin was both blanched and beet red. He looked like someone who had been through a full work out in his clothing. He wondered if he should take off his wet clothes. He wanted too. But his shy, reserved nature got the best of him and he didn’t.

Several minutes went by and Spencer wondered what James was doing. He could hear some moving about upstairs then nearby in the kitchen. His mind raced with thoughts. He was alone in a house with the attractive, older wrestler he worshipped in the hallways of school.  How could this be really happening?

Finally, James’ voice was heard. He told him to open the door and step out.

Standing in the kitchen was James suited up in his shiny blue, skintight wrestling singlet! He was a God in teenage form. Spencer noted how cocky and confident James looked in his uniform. And, no surprise, James was still wearing his trashed Nike Air Jordan’s with both socks on.  

“Come out,” “James said plainly. “You like how I look, don’t you?” he bragged with a grin.

Spencer nervously stepped out of the bathroom, putting his hands behind his head again, in a subservient display. “Yes,” Spencer timidly responded.

“Good. Now take your clothes off, down to your underwear,” James ordered.

The younger boy trembled as he kicked off his shoes and removed his t-shirt to reveal his skinny, smooth build. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. He stood before James in a pair of baby blue, Hanes boxer briefs. His erection was at full mast with a hint of pre-cum staining through the thin fabric. If there was any doubt Spencer was sexually aroused by James, it was now clear.

James looked at the boner with an approving nod. It looked like James was growing in his crotch as well!

“Turn around,” James instructed.

James took a coil or rope and tied Spencer’s wrists together behind his head. He took another length of rope and wrapped it comfortably but snuggly around his neck, fastening it to the wrists. This forced his arms to stay pinned back and winged out, which put the boy’s armpits in full exposure.

James turned him back around to face him and teased Spencer’s pits by gently tugging on the puffs of the boy’s armpit hair with his fingers. Spencer jolted and winced.

“Nice,” James admired his slave.

“So, are you my boy?” James asked with a sensual voice.

Spencer was caught off guard by the sudden intimate tone, then muttered, “Yes,” and happily nodded.

“Open your mouth,” James ordered. He produced his infamous pair of red Under Armour compression shorts, the ones Spencer stared at in the locker room, and started stuffing his mouth with it. His cheeks ballooned like a chipmunk loaded with nuts. Only half of the shorts could fit but James made sure the musty crotch was resting outside Spencer’s lips and squarely below his nose.

James had a thick elastic band, the kind for resistance training, and tied it around Spencer’s mouth to hold the funky smelling spandex underwear in place.

“Stinks don’t it?” James asked. Spencer nodded.

He ordered Spencer on to his knees and pressed his head into his crotch. “Sniff!”

Spencer inhaled the sharp odor of James’ crotch escaping through the sheer, silky uniform fabric. Like the shorts in his mouth, it had the uncanny smell of malt vinegar and salt. He loved it, of course.

This went on for some time and James was growing harder and harder. Spence, feeling the ever increasing bulge, gained more confidence in acting out his own inhibitions. He increased his deep breaths.

“Oh, man,” James sighed with pleasure.  

James grabbed his boy by the neck and stood him back on his feet. Then he leaned in with his right arm raised and told him to take a whiff of his armpit. Spencer buried himself in to the cavity of his armpit and rubbed his nose up and down, inhaling heartily. After that, James moved him over to his left armpit and Spencer continued sniffing.

“Smells like a champion, doesn’t it?” James uttered.

Spencer nodded and mumbled something as he took heavy breathes with his nose pressed against the puffs of hair from James’ armpits.

“Enough of that,” James said. He pulled down the bungee strap around Spencer’s mouth, removed the Under Armour shorts and rested them around his neck.

“Lick em, now!” James ordered nodding as his armpits.

Spencer wasted no time and delightfully dove in to his master’s stinky, salty, sharp tasting pits. He took his time, licking each of them clean. This made James moan with more enjoyment.

“You like this, huh?” James stared at him.

“Yes, more than anything,” Spencer moaned in between licking his armpits.

“By the way, keep everything from tonight a secret, between us. You can’t even tell Kenneth?” James said.

“He kinda knows, though,” Spencer replied.

“Just keep the details out,” James responded.

“Yes, sir. I won’t,” Spencer promised.

James grabbed Spencer by the jaw and fixed his eyes on his eyes. “Good,” he said with a resolute tone.

As Spencer looked in to James’ piercing blue eyes, he admired his beautiful, masculine face.

“Ever kissed a dude?” James asked, still staring at Spencer, both their faces pressed almost nose to nose.

Spencer froze briefly to ponder the question. He looked back at James and said, “No, I haven’t.”

James took his fingers and pinched at the tips of Spencer’s armpit hairs, pulling him even closer to him. He started to place his lips against Spencer’s. The young captive groaned softly but opened his mouth ready to kiss James. Suddenly, though, he was pushed back.

“None of that gay stuff! It isn’t Netflix and chill,” James laughed, slapping Spencer on the face.

“Sorry,” Spencer apologized.

“That’s right, Spence. Remember, I can do anything I want, I own you,” James stated.

“Yes, sir. I belong to you,” Spencer gushed.

“Come with me,” James directed.

Spencer was escorted up James’ stairs. He led him by grabbing the waistband of Spencer’s boxer briefs and pulled him up, giving Spencer a slight wedgie in the process.   

They entered James’ bedroom which was typical for what Spencer expected. It was littered with dirty clothes, a video game console, and posters of UFC fighters on the wall. His bed, however, was a bunkbed because, as Spencer had known from a previous conversation, his bedroom was sometimes shared with his younger brother who was away at military school.

“I think I need my feet worshipped now. You’re gonna take care of that,” James said cavalierly.

“Hell yes!” Spencer beamed.

James positioned a plastic bin from his closet in front of the chair from the computer desk. He then sat down in the chair and propped up his feet.

“Take my sneaks off,” he ordered.

Spencer, whose hands were still tied behind his head, knelt down on the ground and awkwardly rubbed his face against James’ shoes, trying to knock them off with his face. It was a futile attempt.

James kicked him in the face and said, “Do better than that! Figure it out.”

It finally dawned on Spencer to first unlace James’ sneakers. He used his teeth to do so. Then, still using his teeth, he grabbed at the flaps of the shoe and spread them apart, followed by pulling back the tongues of the sneakers. In doing so, he got an up close preview of the smell down there. That warm, swampy odor was waiting.

Once the shoes were loosened, using his teeth once more, he pulled them down. It took some time, but he was able to remove each one of James’ Nike Air Jordans.

An overpowering, foul, wonderful, disgusting, amazing, rank aroma of James’ filthy, sweaty socks captivated the air around his large feet. The air around them was so warm and moist. The dirty white socks, really browner and grey from all the wear, were waiting for him.

Spencer buried his face in to the arches of James’ feet and sniffed away. He was electrified by the scent. He started to lick the bottoms of the socks and lapped up the stank coating his tongue, throwing himself in to it. He cock was rock hard.

James eased back in to his chair, folding his arms behind his head and enjoyed the attention. Spencer noticed James’ bulging biceps and lats. He noticed how his lean, toned torso collapsed into the chair. He looked so inviting in that shiny wrestling singlet he wore as it showed every curve in his amazing body.  

“Peel off the socks,” James directed the rookie.

“Yes, sir,” Spencer gleefully consented.

Spencer wrapped his lips around the tops of James’ tube socks, grabbing the fabric with his teeth, and masterfully slid the dirty socks down and off of James’ sweaty feet.

Spencer was about to dive in to the feet when James stopped him and said, “Wait! Get your nose in between the toes first. And sniff!”

With his hands bound behind his head and tied to his neck and on his knees, Spencer clumsily nudged closer to James’ feet so he could be more precise in the task.

Spencer bowed down and dug his nose in between James big toe and second toe on his right foot. He inhaled and looked up at James for approval. “Good boy,” his master smiled. Spencer continued inserting his nose in between each set of toes, sniffing heftily every time.

“Now, bitch. Lick my toes!” James ordered.

Spencer went right to it, starting with the big toe, again on James’ right foot, working his way down. Those feet were so warm and moist.

After he methodically licked each toe, James then said, “Now, suck the toes.”

Spencer, keeping order to his purpose, went back to the big toe on the right foot and worked his way down. 

James kicked him in the face with his feet and said, “No! Not good enough! Suck out the toe jam!”

“Yes, sir,” Spencer obeyed.

The obedient slave sucked even more on his teammates toes, working as hard as he could. He used a combination of his tongue and teeth to get inside James’ toenails. He was desperate to please.

“Get the rest of my feet. Lick ‘em clean!” James followed up.

Spencer dug in and happily lapped his tongue on every corner of James’ feet.

After a few minutes, James then, unexpectedly, propped himself back up in the chair, leaned in to Spencer, and spit in his face.

“That’s enough!” James laughed looking at the wad of spit sliding down Spencer’s face.

James inspected his slick and shiny feet, freshly cleaned by his foot boy.

“That’ll do!” he said satisfied. He looked at his cell phone, nearby on the desk, and saw that it was 3AM.

Seeing how it was so late, James decided it was time for them to go to bed.

James stood up, unceremoniously scratched his nuts and looked down at Spencer, still knelt on the floor, glaring up at him.

“You look pathetic,” James smiled. “Close your eyes!”

As Spencer did so, James approached, turned around, bent over with his ass close to Spencer’s face and let out a big fart.

Spencer was taken aback by this, after hearing the farting noise, and then smelt the unusual bouquet of canned corn and wet asparagus. While he liked the smell of socks, this one was gross. His face couldn’t help but scowl.

“Ha hah! Maybe my favorite part of the night, seeing that expression on you!” James giggled. “Kenneth never farted in your face?”

After some conversation about how to situate Spencer, it was decided that he would spend the night tied down spread eagle to the top bunk, that James’ little brother normally occupied.

James tied him down with rope, cleave gagged him with his tied up dirty tube socks, and put him to bed. He covered him with a sheet. James then climbed down to the bottom bunk and feel asleep.

Of course, poor Spencer would have a hard time falling asleep himself that night. He further fantasized about James and how wonderful it felt being owned by him. He wondered if his best friend, Kenneth, who initiated this peculiar connection, knew what he was going through. He imagined what James would do to him on other nights. He wanted more. Maybe more, too, would happen for another time.

TO BE CONTINUED…