By SockgaggedJason

Malachi decided to join a fraternity his freshman year of college. He accepted a bid to Kappa Sigma. They were one of the top fraternities. To be honest, though, he was attracted to the frat because they had the best “face men” on campus. Kappa Sig had good-looking, outgoing, athletic guys. He had been wrestling with his sexual orientation. He long knew he liked other young men but had successfully suppressed acting out on it. At times, though, in high school, it manifested in to pretty erotic bondage games. He loved being bound and gagged or restraining other dudes.

One of the initiated brothers of the frat that stood out as particularly attractive to Malachi was Mike Vlach. He was a junior, two grades ahead of him. He was slim and average height but a very handsome, well-toned young man. Though he was known as a partier who liked to joke around a lot, he had a casual, cool confidence about him. Malachi was flattered that Mike immediately took a shine to him.

Friday night, they were all out drinking at a local bar close to the frat house. Although Malachi was only eighteen, Mike snuck him drinks from the pitchers of beer. Mike put his arm around Malachi, ruffled his hair, and made him drink more. After each gulp of brew, they belched like college men do.

When it got late, most of their crew broke up and headed their separate ways.

Malachi asked Mike if he could walk back to his apartment with him. His heart raced with delight when the offer was accepted.

Mike lived in his own place near campus, also not far from the bar. It was a shithole bachelor unit, but it was all his.

When they arrived to his pad, Mike kicked off his beat-up sneakers. Malachi took in the faint, but distinct smell of his sweaty feet. Mike had some stinky feet and the rank socks he happened to be wearing only helped heighten the desirable aroma even more. Malachi was always attracted to male smells. He especially had a foot fetish.

Immediately, Malachi noticed a large box in the corner of the living room. The writing on the side indicated it was a collection of 12 rolls of duct tape. Mike was a handy man who worked part time at the local hardware store near campus to help pay tuition. It must have been an order for the store. It certainly got his kinky imagination going with thoughts of being kidnapped or tormented by Mike.

Mike flipped on the TV and the default station, Fox Sports, was airing UFC fights. He took to his fridge and opened two beers. Randomly, he pulled off his t-shirt and looked in the mirror of his living room commenting on his muscle tone. He challenged Malachi to a flex-off. Malachi was proud of his body and didn’t mind the prompt. He took off his t-shirt too.

The two flexed, debating who had bigger biceps. Of course, Mike insisted he won and Malachi ultimately gave him the victory since he was the older, active in his newfound fraternity.

They sat on the couch, propped their feet on the coffee table and watched some UFC as they drank beer. Malachi couldn’t help but secretly leer at the way Mike’s smooth stomach curved in to his body, showing off his nice abs.

When it came to commercials, Mike suddenly leapt up in playful spirit and said. “Hot lava, bro! Let’s play!”

Hot lava was a sophomoric game guys played when they were bored. The idea was simple. The floor was hot lava and you had to cross the room without touching it, using furniture or random items you stepped on. Mike threw down pillows from his couch and started to hop across his living room, acting like a fool. It was cute to see a twenty-year-old guy acting like a little boy. Malachi, however, was close behind acting the same fool.

As they jumped around, in their drunken state, Mike slipped and feel on the carpet. The fumble caused Malachi to fall as well, on top of Mike. His face fell right in to Mike’s bare, smooth chest and he briefly got a whiff of Mike’s body odor, mostly his armpit funk. Once again, the smell of Mike was a turn on.

Mike acted like he was burning up. He grabbed Malachi and forced him on the floor, using him as a shield from the hot lava. He essentially pinned Malachi underneath him.

“Get the fuck off!” Malachi laughed.

“Hey! You learned your pledge assignments?” Mike asked, not relenting.

“Uh, no. I just got them,” Malachi responded.

Mike continued to pin Malachi down, taking another swing of his beer from the nearby coffee table. Some of the cold, liquid hops dribbled on to Malachi’s face.

“Pledges are expected to know all assignments at all times. So wrong answer, pleb!” Mike roused.

“What of it?” Malachi mockingly questioned.

“Oh Malachi, you’re a little bitch looking to get your pledge ass OWNED!” Mike laughed, staring down at Malachi as he pinned his hands beside him now.

“What? You just gonna sit on me all night?”

“I could just do this,” Mike laughed as he let out a mixed stream of spit and beer from his puckered lips that landed on Malachi’s face.

“Gross, ha hah! No way!” Malachi laughed.

Malachi looked over at the box of duct tape and then asked, “What’s up with that box of tape?” He was trying to bait him, of course.

“Overstock from work. And don’t change the subject,” Mike said, continuing to slowly stream spit and beer in Malachi’s face.

“I bet I could escape out of the duct tape,” Malachi bragged.

“Oh! So, you wanna get restrained, huh bitch?” Mike smiled slapping him around playfully. “Little Mac wants to get tied up!”

Mike pondered the suggestion as he held his young pledge down on the floor. Malachi egged him on more, boldly stating that he could stay taped up all night if he couldn’t escape. But Malachi bragged he would indeed escape because he was like Houdini.

“Oh, shut the hell up,” Mike laughed as he removed one of his sweaty socks from his foot. He held it under his butt and let rip a major fart thru his jeans. Then he took the sock and muzzled it over Malachi’s face. “Smell it!”

Malachi squirmed underneath it a bit but REALLY loved the gesture. He took in a breath through his nose and relished in the odor of Mike’s fart coated sock that stunk of corn, vinegar, and all kinds of other foul stench.

This gave Malachi an erection. Mike seemed to even notice, feeling the stiffy underneath him as he sat over Malachi’s crotch. He kept up, nonetheless, with the innocent rebel rousing.

“Taping you up is a good idea, after all!” Mike finally said. Malachi even agreed to cooperate and not fight him.

Malachi’s heart raced more and he felt butterflies around his body. He couldn’t’ believe he was about to be engaged in being taped up and dominated by the handsome, stud Mike. It was a dream come true. He planned on it being a long night and asked permission to use the bathroom so he could pee. Mike allowed him.

In the bathroom, Malachi noticed how apparent his boner was inside his jeans but the combination of beer and the notion that Mike may himself be as interested as he was, gave him the confidence to just say, screw it. He wanted this.

When he returned from the bathroom, Mike had already emptied the contents of the box and numerous rolls of thick, grey duct tape laid across his living room floor.

Mike told him to stay standing, upright. He removed his canvas belt from his jeans and bound Malachi’s hands in front of him. As he tied his wrists, he stood so closely to Malachi that Mike’s crotch briefly brushed up against Malachi’s bulging crotch.

“Sorry, not sorry,” Malachi found himself shyly, yet boldly, stating as he looked at Mike. Mike smiled back. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Just shut it!” Mike smirked. He took his smelly sock and shoved it in Malachi’s mouth who gladly accepted it. “How’s gag taste?”

Malachi shrugged, not wanting to look too eager but he loved the funky thing in his mouth.

Mike stepped away, bent down and grabbed a roll of duct tape and returned to Malachi. That’s when Malachi noticed that Mike was now sporting a chubby himself in his jeans! Wow, Mike was sporting wood too!

“Yea, it’s gonna be fun tonight! Just keep your trap shut!” Mike said, both promising and warning the younger captive.

Mike began the taping by dropping to his knees so he could remove Malachi’s Nike sneakers. Leaving him standing in his sweaty tube socks, Mike started to wrap duct tape around Malachi’s ankles. He was doing it tightly right out of the gate which caused Malachi to grunt in his sockgag.

“What’s up?” Mike asked, standing up and removing his stinky sock from Malachi’s mouth.

“My, ah, bones of my ankles are rubbing each other. Sorry.”

“Little bitch!” Mike laughed, replacing the sock gag in his mouth and patting his cheek.

But, when he went back down there, he took the care to place one of their t-shirts between Malachi’s ankles to prevent the bone on bone contact. Mike returned to duct taping his feet from the ankles.

He methodically made his way up his legs, tightly wrapping the tape around Malachi. The sticky adhesive pressed around the jeans and the loud shrill sound of duct tape was in full effect. Malachi wondered if his neighbors would be able to hear all that noise of tape unwinding from the roll.

He got all the way up to his knees but suddenly Malachi was losing his balance.

“Relax! I got you!” Mike reassured him, holding him still, preventing him from falling down. Malachi regained his balance and calmed down.

Mike made his way with the tape around the upper half of Malachi’s legs. When he reached his crotch, the erection trying to pop out of his jeans was now an obstacle needing to be covered. Mike looked up at Malachi with a smile and taped layer upon layer over it, coating his crotch, circling around his hips. Again, the loud sounds of the duct tape unraveling turned Malachi on.

Having used up the first roll, now Mike started with roll number two. He taped up Malachi’s bound wrists a few revolutions and broke up the tape. Then he started on his torso, for the first time reaching Malachi’s bare flesh since he was shirtless.

The feeling of the sticky adhesive tape pressing snuggly against his soft, smooth skin was an awesome feeling. Layer upon layer coated his torso, then over his bound hands, pressing those hands and his arms in to his body.

Just before reaching his chest, Mike couldn’t resist a playful tug at Malachi’s somewhat exposed nipples. They were somewhat exposed though his arms partially covered them. That couldn’t stop Mike from digging in with his fingers and pinching them.

“Mmmphh! Mmmmm hahh!” Malachi laughed with a twitch from the tickle assault on his nips, which caused him to lose balance once more. He spit out the sock again. “Shit, man! I’m falling!” he yelled. Once again, though, Mike was there to catch him just in time.

“Shhh! You’ll wake my neighbors! And don’t worry bud!” Mike said comfortingly as he hugged him still. His face was, for the first time, braced against Malachi’s and they could have kissed each other if not for his dirty sock in his mouth getting in the way.

“Let’s give you some help,” Mike said partially lifting Malachi and directing him to hobble over to the couch. He positioned him against the backing of his couch and told him to lean against it for added support so he didn’t’ lose balance again.

“Yea, man that works,” Malachi thanked.

“Shut up! I’m tired of gagging your whiny ass over and over all the time!” Mike laughed returning the foul, used sock to Malachi’s mouth.

Mike went on with his work, which at this point was looking pretty damn hot to him. Malachi was more than halfway mummified with layers of grey duct tape. Not an inch of exposure was missed. Having him propped against the couch helped a lot now. He could work faster.

Moving on to a third roll of duct tape, Mike wrapped his mummy boy from the chest up quickly but generously. By the time he reached his shoulders, Malachi’s arms were well pinned against his body underneath all that layering of tape. He was already starting to sweat under all of it too.

Malachi mumbled something through his sock as the tape was reaching his neck. He was trying to say how great it felt, though Mike either couldn’t understand him or didn’t care.

Stopping just at the base of the neck, Mike decided to admire his handy work and stepped away to look at the mummification of Malachi, standing propped up against his couch in the middle of his living room. It was quite a sight to see! He pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures.

It was time for Malachi’s neck and face now but first he took some pity on his tape bound young friend.

“Dude, you’re so sweaty bro. Must be hot. Here,” he said removing the sock and feeding Malachi a bottle of water. “Drink up! Drink lots!”

After quenching his thirst, Malachi thanked him. “That’s what I needed! And, man, this feels SOOO amazing!” he gushed.

“I really don’t like you talking much, fuck head!” Mike laughed. Once more, he shoved the now saliva soaked nasty sock back in Malachi’s mouth. “Eat it!” This time, however, it was followed by something extra.

Mike wrapped generous amounts of duct tape around Malachi’s lower face that coated over his lips and forced the sock to stay buried inside for good! More tape was wrapped around his head that even covered his eyes and hair. Soon, Malachi’s entire head was duct tape wrapped except for the nostrils, allowing him to breath. Mike broke off the tape with his teeth then turned to Malachi’s neck, the only exposed part of his body. He carefully wrapped tape in short strips around his neck in a way that didn’t restrict his breathing, thinking about how to effectively seal him up while safely. Mike might have been drunk, but he had enough presence of mind to take care of his boy.

“How’s that? Can you breathe OK?” Mike asked.

A fully mummified Malachi grunted affirmatively and nodded.

“Good, let’s get you on the floor,” Mike said.

Mike bent at the knees, wrapped his arms around Malachi’s waist, and lifted him off the ground. He very carefully and slowly brought the stiffened taped body to the floor and laid him down flat on the carpet. When he was finally at rest, Malachi took a breath of relief, immediately relaxing in his more comfortable state.

“Well… I guess you’re pretty much fucked now, Mac the Mummy!” he laughed. “Hey, I like that name. Mac the Mummy!”

Mike started to poke and slap Malachi – playful torture – everywhere on his defenseless wrapped up body. Malachi wiggled and made muffled cries of laughter.

“You still breathing OK?” he asked. Malachi nodded. “Good!”

Mike took one of his sneakers and cupped it over Malachi’s face. “Take some deep breaths!”

Malachi inhaled and enjoyed the warm, toxic odors of Mike’s dirty sneaker through his nose. “Mmmphhh! Mmmmm!” Malachi seemed to thank.

“Smells pretty disgusting, right? They’re my gym shoes, my work out shoes. My favs, man!” Mike giggled as he tortured his hostage with the pungent sneak. “Look at you! Humiliated and owned.” Malachi nodded fervently.

Mike once again returned to tickling and poking him but made comments about wanting to do even more with him, and asked permission to do whatever he wanted. It seemed an odd request given that he didn’t care to ask permission before. But by the tone of it, Malachi then figured out that he meant something more intimate. And, of course, Malachi started to gasp affirmatively and nod his head.

Mike stood up and turned on his ceiling fan to cool the living room down. Then he dimmed the lights until it was near darkness, making it more intimate.

He returned to Malachi’s side, rubbing his hands over his captive prize, cupping the shoe over his face as he enjoyed the sounds of him inhaling his foot odor.

Mike looked down at the bulging hard on underneath Malachi’s taped crotch. Mike started to rub himself a little as well and asked, “Should I let you out down here?” as he patted Malachi’s dick. “Yea?”

Malachi wildly nodded and grunted positively, with an excited cock.

Mike took to his kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors.

He knelt down close to Malachi’s crotch and carefully began to cut away at the duct tape in that area.

 

LATER ON…

It’s 3AM now but things were just getting started. Eighteen-year-old Malachi was the mummified sub. Twenty-year-old Mike was his master. They’re excited to be discovering their new bondage world, unfolding in Mike’s darkened, stuffy off-campus apartment, which reeked of their body odor.

Mike cut away at the duct tape ever so carefully with the scissors, exposing a square area that revealed his blue jeans. They were soaked in sweat, having been trapped underneath the duct tape sealant. He unbuttoned the pants and unzipped them.

Like a pop-up tent, Malachi’s shielded dick rose the best it could through the stretchy elastic fabric of his black Under Armour underwear. Pre-cum was staining through from the tip. Mike had to give himself, as well as his captive, a minute to take it in. Mike leaned in and took a whiff of Malachi’s warm, sweaty crotch. His cheek accidently brushed up against the tip of the dick bulging in the underwear which caused Malachi to moan.

“Man, you’re wanting to bust a nut!” Mike marveled. Malachi nodded and groaned more.

Mike never touched another guys’ penis, though. Malachi had never been touched by another dude, either. This was new territory. Mike decided to let him alone down there for a while. It was a lot to take in.

He returned his smelly sneaker to Malachi’s face. He opened up the shoelaces and pulled back the tongue of the shoe so it could seal more effectively over his face.

“Take some more breaths. Come on!” Mike demanded but in truth it wasn’t like Malachi needed coaxing. In fact, he could see that it made Malachi’s dick pulsate and produce more pre-cum soaking through his underwear.

He rubbed his hand up down Malachi’s duct taped chest. He tickled his sides some more. Malachi giggled and twitched about in his bondage. He even got close to his crotch but stayed clear of the boner raging close by.

“You’re ticklish. I wonder if you’re ticklish HERE,” Mike pondered aloud moving down to Malachi’s socked feet. He began to fondle his fingers in to Malachi’s covered dawgs. The helpless boy laughed uncontrollably which caused the cupped sneaker to fall from his face.

“I need something better to stay in place,” Mike said. “Hold on.” Yea, like Malachi was going anywhere as Mike ran to the corner of his living area.

He returned with a vinyl, blue Adidas gym bag that looked like it had seen better days. He unzipped it and pulled out various contents. It contained used garb for basketball. It reeked in there so much that Malachi could smell the aroma in his nostrils. As he was blindfolded, though, he could only guess what that was coming from.

Mike produced a pair of his white Nike Pro Combat compression underwear that he wore under his baggy shorts when he played intramural basketball. They were pretty ripe.

He positioned the compression shorts over Malachi’s duct taped face and made sure the crotch area was situated over his nose. You could see the slightly sullied sweat patch in the stretchy fabric.

“You can breathe OK, Mac?” he asked. Malachi nodded. “Good! Enjoy the funkiness! I wore them all week at practice!”

Mike returned to Malachi’s feet. He decided the socks got in the way but duct tape was sealing making them difficult to remove. No problem. Mike took the scissors and cut away at the cotton tube socks until he could rip them off. Hopefully Malachi didn’t care too much for those footies.

He dug in to Malachi’s moist, bare feet with a variety of attacks. Sometimes rough, sometimes with a light touch. Some times between the toes or on his soles. It drove Malachi crazy! He cracked up and tried to roll around on the floor to escape it. Meanwhile, Mike’s smelly underwear was staying put on Malachi’s face so each heavy breath he took from the excitement forced him to inhale even more of Mike’s manly crotch odor.

Malachi was feeling so powerless down there as he struggled in vain to evade torment. He was sweating like crazy and had to pee again too, which was its own form of torture. Overall, though, he was absolutely loving the wicked attention.

After a few more minutes of tickling his feet, he found himself leering back at Malachi’s hard as ever dick wanting to burst out of his stretchy underwear.

Still, he wasn’t ready yet. Mike took more sips of his beer and returned to Malachi’s face.

“How you doing with my underwear?” he asked pulling it back from his face. Malachi nodded and grunted approvingly. “They smell pretty disgusting?” Malachi nodded again. “Good boy!”

Mike curled up next to Malachi, sandwiched against him, and put his arm around his mummified chest which bulged out by the effect of his pinned arms underneath. Malachi now felt Mike’s erection pressing in to his hip. Malachi tried to turn his body, as if to move closer to him, face to face, but it was difficult in his mummification.

Mike could tell, however, what Malachi was trying to do and it made him happy. He leaned in and nestled his face against Malachi’s face, with his dirty underwear resting over Malachi’s forehead. He took a quick sniff. Then he gave him a light kiss on his gagged face, only duct tape and underwear separating their pressed lips.

“Oh man, fuck it!” Mike blurted out.

With that, he reached down to Malachi’s crotch and pulled down his warm, sweat soaked underwear. Young Malachi’s beautiful cock popped out like a pole and towered upward. Malachi groaned in delight from the sensation.

“Damn, you’re a pool of sweat down there!” Mike said, as if trying to deflect from the intimate nature of exposing Malachi’s privates with a casual, good-natured ribbing.

Malachi shimmied and tried to worm closer to Mike, wanting more contact.

Mike found himself reaching further down, exploring Mike’s sweaty ball sack, groping him a little. The sticky, warm sweat coated his hand. He pulled it back and took a whiff. Then he cupped it over Malachi’s nose and told him to take it in. “Your balls are soaked, man,” Mike added, again trying to deflect from intimacy.

Malachi kept wiggling closer and closer to Mike though, whimpering for more. He started to make sounds through his gag, as if to communicate something to him. He was so relentless about it, that Mike finally decided to do something about it.

Mike removed his nasty underwear from Malachi’s face and started to peel away some of the tape from the lower half of his head. Eventually, Malachi’s sweaty lips and flushed cheeks were exposed and he could spit out the dirty sock gag.

“Ah, thank you. Thank you. Oh, man. This is amazing!” Malachi gushed, finally able to take full breaths and speak.

“Yea, it’s pretty cool. Won’t lie,” Mike admitted. “I’ve never done this kind of thing, but its sure hella fun.”

“Please! Can I kiss you? Will you kiss me?” Malachi begged, trying to lean blindly towards Mike who was too far though, kneeling over him.

“Shhh!” Mike laughed. “Why not,” he added leaning down towards Malachi. Their sweaty lips met and they embraced in a long kiss.

While Malachi was all in on the kissing, Mike ended up pulling away. Malachi thanked him, nonetheless and said he wanted to make him happy.

“Well, I think I could get you off easy, that’s no doubt! You’re like old faithful ready to blow,” Mike said looking down at Malachi’s boner.

“Yea, I could feel you too? What about you?” Malachi asked.

“Yea, won’t lie. I’m pretty close, man,” Mike confided.

As Mike was beside him, Malachi rubbed his face against Mike’s and Malachi begged him to get them both off together. “I’ll do anything for you!” he promised.

“My little bitch, you mean, right?” Mike chuckled.

“Absolutely…. Sir. Yea, your bitch!” Malachi responded.

Mike settled down to the floor, close to Malachi and very lightly cupped his hand over Malachi’s balls and squeezed them, added the question, “You’ll be my slave on call too, ha hah?”

Malachi nodded and repeated, “Absolutely!”

Mike unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down his thighs and exposed the major stiffy popping in his red designer brief underwear. He pulled down the briefs and started to stroke his meat with his right hand and grabbed Malachi’s cock with his left hand.

“Ohhhhh! Man!” Malachi moaned. “Yea!”

“Dude, you really could bust one out like a champ,” Mike mocked him a little, now lightly gripping his left hand over Malachi’s shaft.

Mike started to jack himself off while simultaneously doing the same with Malachi’s throbbing cock. The two boys were pressed closely to one another.

“Fuck yea!” Mike said, now falling in to an animalistic like bliss state. “Fuck!”

“Oh, yea!” Malachi said, delighting in the ecstasy.

SQUIRT!!

SQUIRT!!

In unison, both dudes shot their load and heavy. Both their spurts were impressive, but Malachi clearly won the distance contest, hitting Mike’s ceiling with his sperm.

The young college boys laid panting, perspiring from the rush, on the carpet next to each other for a few moments. Mike stared at the ceiling and noticed Malachi’s healthy specimen of cum collected up there.

“Let me show you something,” Mike said as he cut away more of the duct tape from Malachi’s upper face so he could finally see with his eyes. Being so sweaty, fortunately the adhesive was no longer sticking to his skin, hair or eyebrows.

“Look!” Mike pointed up at the semen hovering above. “That’s you! Impressive. But hey, it’s a low ceiling anyway, ha hah.”

“Then where’s YOUR junk,” Malachi smirked back.

Mike gave Malachi a nice slap on his nuts. “Ouch!” Malachi scowled.

“Watch it! You’re still my slave, pledge Mac!” Mike reminded him.

“Yes sir! Always,” Malachi smiled.

Mike stood up, adjusted his jeans back to his waist, and grabbed his other sock from the floor. He jumped up and wiped the cum from the ceiling with the sock. Upon kneeling back down to Malachi, he leaned in and humorously warned, “Any more smart talk, this goes in your mouth!”

“Umm, kind of not a threat,” Malachi laughed.

Switching gears, Mike said, “You must be burning up.” Mike took a bottle of water, tilted up Malachi’s head and fed him a few swigs of it.

After quenching his thirst, Malachi acknowledged he was and added, “Ya, and I gotta pee like crazy. But I really really love the feeling. I kinda want to sleep next to you like this.”

“I got an idea,” Mike lit up. He went to his kitchen and returned with a glass jar. Mike went down on his knees next to Malachi’s crotch. Then he grabbed Malachi’s semi-hard shaft, positioned it in to the glass jar and said, “So pee!”

Normally Malachi was pee shy. But given all they had done, he wasn’t’ this time. Malachi was turned on as well by this. He relaxed himself, closed his eyes, and started to stream his urine in to the jar. The warm pee filled the whole jar by the time he was finished.

“Pretty gross, dude, but can’t have my boy pissing in my bed later,” Mike laughed as he returned to the kitchen to dump the pee in to his sink.

Mike came back and with scissors in hand and announced he was going to help vent Malachi’s mummy wrapping a little. “Stay still.” He carefully cut two slits. One opening was at the center of his chest between his pinned arms. The other was between his legs centered at the knees. As he did that, hot, musty air escaped from the slits.

“You were frying like a sausage, little man!” Mike said. “You hung tough!”

Malachi smiled with pride and thanked him.

It was time things to wind down. It was almost 5am. “We’ll be sleeping in today, ha hah,” Mike announced. “Good thing I don’t have a basketball game.”

Mike lifted Malachi from the floor. It wasn’t an easy task but he was thoughtful and committed, hoisting him in to his arms. He carefully laid his willing captive on his bed. Then he curled up next to him, planting another kiss on Malachi.

He playfully dangled the cum covered sock over his lips, too, always the jokester, and threatened once more to gag him if he didn’t behave.

“Do it anyway! Please!” Malachi begged.

“Then -NO- sock for you, ha hah!” Mike teased back, setting it down. “Maybe later, maybe not.”

Mike slipped out of his jeans, revealing his maroon red designer briefs. He looked so good to Malachi with his thick, hairy legs and perfect butt.

Mike returned to bed with another beer that he drank and shared with Malachi, tilting his head up and feeding him sips.

They engaged in pillow talk.

Malachi confessed that he had a crush on Mike the moment he laid eyes on him during rush week. He was the main reason he pledged the fraternity. Mike said he thought he was “sharp” too and so did his fellow actives.

Mike confessed something he never told another living soul. He always liked the idea of humiliating other guys. He said he incorporated it into some of the pledge hazing, secretly, in the fraternity. And he said he always wanted to do it in the locker room or involving his basketball team somehow. “And with other guys watching, like a public thing,” he added.

Mike wasn’t so sure about public humiliation but he was wiling. He agreed to be the subject for acting out those fantasies. Mike sweetened the deal by adding that maybe another pledge or guy could be involved too.

“There’s a lot of time to do all this,” Mike smiled at Malachi.

“I can’t wait!” Malachi smiled back.

As they talked about their future adventures, the two boys feel asleep side by side. Mike arms were wrapped around Malachi’s mummified body.

THE END… AT LEAST FOR -THIS- ADVENTURE!

Metal would like to thank SockgaggedJason for sharing this story! Please leave a message in the comments section below!