By SockgaggedJason

Special note: This is gay BDSM related and sexual but heavy on kinks like smelly socks, sports gear, and humiliation roleplay. Characters are real men over 21.

Quick story description: Jax is a closeted young man with lots of fetishes — sports gear, bondage, smells — that he wants to explore with other guys. When he learns his older sister’s ex-boyfriend, Staggz, is “kinky” and possibly bisexual, he hatches a half-baked plan to coerce the handsome stud. Will it work or does it backfire?

Jax and Staggz – A Bondage and Sports Gear Fetish Story

 

Jaxsen, aka “JAX,” in most respects was an everyday college graduate. Although he was 22, the college graduate looked strikingly younger. He was often mistaken for a teenager because of his small, slim frame and boyish face. This drove him crazy.

The nerdish, cute lad was “attracted” to men but didn’t really fit into the gay culture or think about sex in and of itself. Instead, he had a variety of fetishes: bondage, sports gear, foul body odors like dirty socks, humiliation roleplay, and more.

Jax had some experience with innocent tie-up games involving other friends when he was in his teens. He liked to be tied up most of the time, but he usually found himself doing the tying up. Jax was good with the ropes because he secretly experimented with self-bondage alone in his bedroom dozens of times. Gags were a big thing to him so that was common, especially using dirty socks.

His other kinks – like wearing sports gear or smelling socks – was more of a secret. After school, and now after work, when he was home alone, he often suited up in football gear he “acquired.” He loved the look and feel of tight football uniforms while tied up. He made videos of himself, disguising his face, tied up in uniform that were popular online.

 

He wanted to explore all this with other guys but his timid nature held him back

One day he learned something that piqued his curiosity…

 

Jax had an older sister who dated this guy named STAGGZ. He was a handsome, masculine older dude probably thirty. He was a clean-cut, very fit blue collar guy who had a construction business. Jax’ sister and Staggz had recently broken up. It wasn’t dramatic and he remained friends with the family but she admitted he was “too kinky” for her, always wanting to tie her up during sex. She also suspected he was bisexual.

When Jax learned about this, he was enthralled. Weeks went by, however, with no run-ins with Staggz.

One afternoon after his boring entry-level job, Jax came home uninspired. Upon graduating, he moved back into his mother’s house to save on rent for a little while. He heard a bunch of racket in the garage. It was Staggz! He was doing the family a favor, using power tools to make a garden box for the backyard. The stud was perspiring, covered in grime and sawdust.

Jax and the Staggz had a brief conversation. Jax wanted to broach the topic of kinks like bondage, knowing what he knew. He didn’t have the nerve.

 

Jax retired upstairs to his bedroom frustrated with himself. He stripped out of his work clothes, revealing a traditional jockstrap. He loved how they felt and the sweat from his balls gave the pouch a nice scent he liked to hold up to his nose and whiff while he jerked off.

He still had that itch he wanted to scratch about Staggz. How could he figure out a way to reveal his own interest in bondage and get tied up by him? He had a plan… sort of…

 

Jax opened up his closet, which essentially resembled a mini sporting goods store with an orgy of athletic uniforms. They ranged from wrestling, baseball, soccer, hockey, etc., but by far the most prominent were football equipment. He pulled out a few bins and spread out much of his stash. They gave off a faint musty odor.

His massive collection was the result of several daring break-ins at football team locker rooms. All types of pads, several jerseys, game and practice pants, gloves, socks, jock-straps, two helmets, and more. Most were dirty, well-used gear worn by players from his high school and college.

 

He also pulled out some of his bondage gear – a healthy sample of rope, leather restraints, tape, socks, gags – that he laid out on his bed.

Looking at all this made him horny. He partially suited up in football gear, which made him hornier still. The old, well-worn shoulder pads he stole from high school stank when in contact with his warm skin.

Jax hopped up on the bed to jerk off so he could relax. He kept his bedroom door ajar. He was daring to be caught, that was his plan. Most likely, though, Jax would wimp out and lock his door before it was over.

 

The small, lanky young man had an impressively large dick and big set of nuts. He jacked off and came all over his stomach.

He fell right to sleep. His sweaty jockstrap was still over his face underneath a football helmet. He got so consumed in fantasy, he forgot about the door.

 

He woke up hearing a noise. It was Staggz standing in his doorway. The older stud’s white t-shirt was sweaty and grimy.

It was obvious to Staggz that Jax had masturbated due to the large cum stain on his stomach, and semi-hard dick sticking out of the jock strap.

Jax’s heart started racing a little when he saw the shocked look on Staggz face. The young man was embarrassed yet tinged with an element of excitement. How was Staggz going to react?

 

“Wow! This is a lot to take in!” Staggz laughed.

Jax, humiliated by his laughter, removed the gear and jock, covering up his skinny body with a more conservative pair of Under Armour compression shorts.

“Hey, no. It’s cool, don’t stress,” the older young man seemed to backtrack, kindly trying to assure him.

Staggz examined the huge stash of jerseys, shoulder pads, and other football gear. He could smell the hint of mildew and body odor baked into the pads and fabric. The man scents weren’t particularly appealing but he was fascinated by the collection. Staggz told Jax he thought uniforms were fun.

He also mentioned some of the bondage items on display with a note of familiarity on their names and uses.

Jax relaxed now.

 

“I don’t know if Stef told you, but I’m kinky. Bondage is my thing too,” Staggz smiled referring to his ex-girlfriend, aka Jax’s sister. “I’ve never really explored sports gear but it sounds fun.”

Jax blurted out, “Will you try on some gear? I bet you’d look great in it!”

There was a brief pause and Jax realized he might have sounded too excited too soon!

“That’s tempting but I’m filthy. I don’t want to get them all sweaty,” Staggz explained.

Naturally this only encouraged Jax more so he insisted.

“Ok, ha ha. What the hell!” Staggz smiled.

The stud’s comment about sweating gave Jax an idea. While the man wasn’t looking, he shut off the A/C letting the southern, muggy heat creep into the room.

Staggz kicked off a pair of red Nike sneakers and slipped out of his dirty blue jeans. He had a rockin’ body, muscle toned but not too big, and the best pair of strong legs Jax had ever seen!

Staggz was going to leave on his underwear as he prepared to slip into white football pants he liked.

Jax insisted he do the “full effect” and wear some kind of “support” like players do. Then he sheepishly handed him a black jockstrap that was the cleanest one he owned. Staggz laughed, then after a pause, agreed.

 

Young Jax watched as the good-looking man went naked briefly and slid on the athletic supporter. Jax then gave him a protective cup for the groin pocket.

Staggz laced up the football pants. They were tight but stretchy so adjusted nicely to his thick legs and form. The pants were already equipped with padding too.

Staggz was visibly excited about the look and feel on his own body. He even modeled humorously for Jax in front of his “gear closet” and allowed Jax to take a picture.

Jax helped him select the rest of his uniform and Staggz suited up, head to toe in football gear.

Jax got suited up in one of his football uniforms as well. He loved that he was finally sharing a gear moment with another guy, and such a hot one at that!

 

Meanwhile, it was getting hotter in the bedroom. That, in addition to Staggz still perspiring from the labor in the garage, was showing it in the gear. When Staggz turned around, Jax was exhilarated to see a nice patch of “butt sweat” on his ass. It showed the outline of the jock on his butt cheeks.

 

Staggz let Jax take another picture on him posing in the full football uniform.

 

After the photo, Staggz stripped out of the gear and went back to dressing into his work clothes.

During which they had a deeper conversation about bondage. Staggz confided that he wished Stefanie, Jax’s sister, was more in to that life. He alluded that he still “had fun” tying people up, men or women, as he dangled some rope. He added with a chuckle, “I’m REALLY kinky in the sack.”

Young Jax got so hard inside his football pants and thought for certain this was his big opening…

Jax boldly asked if he would tie him up in football gear. And gag him too! Make it an “escape challenge” and if he failed to get out, Staggz could do “anything” to him.

Staggz laughed and understood the erotic undertone. He felt compelled to turn the younger man down. Jax kept begging. Then Staggz gave the reason why, which was the thing Jax hated most about how he looked…

“Oh man. Lil’ dude! You’re too young. I don’t think you’re ready…” Staggz said before being cut off.

Jax snapped back and argued he was twenty-two which indeed surprised Staggz. Staggz was 31, so only nine years apart, which wasn’t so bad after all. He paused, considering it now, but ultimately turned him down for the last time.

“Your sister would kill me knowing how intense I am and would freak! Trust me! I gotta pass.”

Jax didn’t give up and had a wicked little plan…

“Let me tie YOU up then!” Jax followed by relentless remarks of “Please!!” and “Come on!!”

Staggz stood there and thought about it.

Jax added, “Only for half an hour… it’ll be fun! Trust me!”

Staggz then said he’d agree on three conditions…

1. He’d remained clothed as he was.
2. Nothing sexual.
3. He didn’t want to be gagged with anything “rank” like another guy’s smelly socks.

Jax eagerly accepted the terms…

The skinny young man grabbed a few coils of rope with a big, devilish grin on his boyish face. He told the tall, strapping man to lie down on his bed and “get comfortable… I’ll do the rest.”

A FEW MINUTES LATER…

 

Staggz was bound and gagged spread eagle to Jax’s bed.

Jax was on the floor nearby, still suited up in full football gear, rubbing his crotch as he enjoyed the sights and sounds of his “victim’s” struggles.

 

Staggz was clearly showing his enjoyment in captivity. He shifted up in a sensual manner as thick white ropes restrained his wrists and ankles tightly to the corners of the bed. Even through his blue jeans, Jax saw him sporting an erection.

 

Staggz had been gagged with a sock held enclosed by an ace bandage wrapped around his mouth. A dirty shoe was taped to his face! Technically, though, Staggz third condition was respected. Jax cleverly used Staggz own sweaty sock and smelly Nikes.

Most of the thirty minutes had passed. Jax pretty much left Staggz alone. He watched him roll around and toil in the restrictive spread-eagle position. This was satisfaction enough, for now. Jax jerked off quietly. Staggz had no idea of this since he was blindfolded with a skullcap.

 

When only three minutes remained, Jax stood over Staggz and informed him of the situation.

He said he had those three minutes “to get free” or he lost the “escape challenge.”

“Mmmhhhh??” Staggz gasped, confused.

Jax laughed and reminded him of the originally proposed game, where Jax would have a chance to escape or “anything” could be done to him. He explained that the same deal applied to Staggz!

Staggz jerked up, but was stopped by the ropes. He grunted a little, sort of shaking his head but his body language along with a muffled chuckle, indicated that he was semi-willing to indulge this.

 

Jax laughed and said “clock is ticking…”

Staggz, being the alpha-male he was, put up an earnest fight to “win” even though a part of him was titillated by the idea of “anything” happening. He shifted and squirmed trying to get out of the bondage. He tried to get his fingers at the knots. Earlier he was struggling modestly and sensually in the restraints. Now he was genuinely making an effort.

When Staggz played with guys, he generally liked to be in control. He thought to himself, if he got loose, maybe he’d tie Jax up after all, like he wished. Maybe. But probably not. He was conflicted, assuming that Jax wasn’t at his level.

Jax taunted the older guy as the countdown now had less than thirty seconds. Then twenty. Ten.

Instead of fighting to the very end, Staggz knew it was useless. He deflated his tied down body and collapsed into the bed. He couldn’t help quietly laughing, knowing he was defeated.

“Three… two… one… TIME’S UP!”

 

Jax unbuttoned Staggz jeans and saw a prominent boner popping inside his sexy compression underwear.

“Don’t worry, now you have an alibi… you don’t have a choice with what I do,” Jax excitedly stated as he rubbed the man’s underwear at the crotch, stimulating his hard dick underneath.

“GRRRPHH!” Staggz grunted, shaking his head mildy and dropping his head down with a sigh. Oh well, he thought to himself.

SEVERAL MINUTES LATER…

Staggz was still hopelessly tied down to Jax’ bed spread eagle but stripped down to his underwear.

The young man had ripped off the guy’s t-shirt so his smooth bare chest was exposed. He had cunningly removed his jeans one leg at a time, untying one ankle while he sat his body weight over Staggz bucking leg. Then retied the ankle. He repeated this with the other leg. Voila! He also added more ropes around his biceps and thighs to further immobilize the big, strong dude.

 

Truthfully, Staggz had enjoyed been enjoying most of the experience, merely acting defiant as roleplay.

 

Then there was one thing that he truly hated that dipped him out of his floating head…

His young captor had a new, repulsive gag for him. Jax’s smelly socks the boy had been wearing for days were shoved in Staggz’ mouth. A thick football sock was tied around it.

“Gggrrhhh!” Staggz was grumbling, hating the stinky socks.

Jax was suited up in another set of his favorite football gear. He leaned over the bed and proudly gloated.

“How are my socks? Taste good?” Jax giggled.

 

“Grrghhh! Grhphhh!” Staggz muffled with the nasty socks in his mouth. He bucked around fiercely.

The truth was, Jax loved humiliation roleplay. He fantasized about having limits tested on himself or subjected on others. So Staggz’ muzzled protests excited him more.

Staggz erection had fallen somewhat. Jax didn’t want that so gave some attention down there.

The young man pressed the palm of his hand over the bulging crotch of his compression shorts. He rubbed in a circular motion until Staggz got hard again.

Jax couldn’t help himself and decided to make actual sexual contact. He reached underneath the waistband and started to tease Staggz’ warm pulsing dick with his hand by lightly stroking. He fantasized about being groped himself but Jax found he enjoyed dishing it out on Staggz.

Staggz arched his body and tensed up at first, uncomfortable he was being fondled by his ex-girlfriend’s “kid” brother. Ultimately he couldn’t help being turned on by the erotic sensation and moaned softly. He started to calm down.

After seeing Staggz was erect and happy, Jax went on to other indulgences.

The skinny young man relished this chance to body worship a tall, strong man who was powerless. He explored his physique slowly and sensually. Jax brushed his hands around Staggz bare chest, his tight abs. He massaged his thick muscular thighs. He leaned in to his crotch and sniffed his musty man scent.

 

Staggz was enjoying the sensations of Jax soft hands exploring his body. Moaning replaced his angry grunts.

Every so often, Jax reached into the man’s shorts and jerked off his cock for a few moments to keep him happily on edge.

“You like this, right?” Jax softly asked as he stroked Staggz.

Staggz nodded and moaned with a satisfied miff.

Jax stopped stroking his cock and moved to the end corners of the bed where Staggz size 13 bare feet were waiting to be tormented. Jax had a foot fetish.

The young man sniffed Staggz big feet. Then he licked the soles. Licking his toes. Sucking each toe. He loved hearing Staggz moan with pleasure. When he was done, he tried to tickle torture his feet with his fingers. Staggz giggled modestly. That wasn’t enough for Jax.

“Not ticklish so much there?” Jax rhetorically asked. “What about your nipples? That’s something I’m wondering.”

Staggz didn’t give any obvious objection but he collapsed his head and miffed a little through his gag. Hmmm.

 

Jax, suited up in full football gear, sat his sweaty butt on top of Staggz torso. His legs were spread apart just below Staggz exposed chest.

The young man started a subtle, sensual assault on Staggz’ nipples. He lightly pinched the nips with his fingertips. Staggz stirred. Then he brushed them up and down over the nipples. More stirring. He leaned in and placed his mouth over the nipples and sucked, licked, and lightly bit them with his teeth.

Staggz tilted back his head with a loud groan! Having his nipples played with drove him crazy.

Jax stayed there for several minutes, taunting and teasing the man’s nipples which drove him into more frenzy.

When he got off his stomach, Jax saw that Staggz dick was more massive and throbbing than ever with generous pre-cum staining the spandex underwear skin.

Jax pulled down the compression shorts and Staggz dick popped out then pointed straight up like a rocket.

He began to stroke him slowly with his hands and it was clear Staggz was about to cum. He got him closer and closer, hearing him moan more and more. When he was about to shoot, Jax pulled away. “Grphh!” Staggz growled. Denied. Then he’d start again. And stop. Jax was edging him!

Poor Staggz edged cock torment went on several more times. This was heaven and hell for the big, tough guy who was at the mercy of this scrawny younger menace. Still he loved the cock abuse!

Jax decided he’d had enough cock teasing and wanted to make Staggz happy. Plus, he was ready to climax himself.

Jax grabbed Staggz dick once more and jerked him off. He also started to masturbate himself with his other hand.

They both moaned more and more. Sweat poured over Staggz naked flesh. Sweat soaked Jax’ football uniform.

“Mmphhhhh!” Stagg gasped into his sock gag.

“Ohhhh!” Jax yowled.

Almost in unison, Staggz and Jax reached orgasm. They exploded semen that shot high and landed all over Staggz stomach and chest.

Jax collapsed, panting, joyful, over Staggz. He didn’t care that their sticky cum was getting on his football jersey.

Staggz grunted, wanting to communicate with Jax. The boy removed the older guy’s gag made of his filthy socks. After Staggz panted and gasped a bit, he leaned up with a smile, looking at Jax.

“Okay… fuck! I’m convinced. You’re more advanced than I thought! From now on, though, it’s YOUR ass getting tied up!” Staggz smiled.

Jax beamed with joy.

TO BE CONTINUED…