In this video from Brutal Tops, two bullies are getting pumped and working up a big sweat. But there’s a desperate lurker watching them. They mercilessly tease him, making him lick the stinking moisture from their hairy armpits and arse cracks. They order the horny fag to lap at their real men’s bodies like a fucking mutt!
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By SockgaggedJason
The summer after we graduated high school, my best friend Tyler came to live with me for a few weeks. He had been kicked out of his home after some fights with his dad.
We had always played bondage games with each other. I developed a crush on him and our games took on a sexual overtone for me. He joined the wrestling team, and his body was really shaping up. We started, however, to have different interests and new friends at this point.
Considering we had drifted apart the last couple of years, his staying at my house was a way for us to rekindle our friendship.
One night he came back to my home after working out at a local gym. He had jogged back in his rubber jump suit because he was dropping weight. Tyler still had dreams of making it on a college wrestling team somewhere next fall even though he hadn’t actually enrolled yet.
After stealing some money from the Stinky Feet Mafia, Tony knows what his punishment will be. Boss Derek Atlas and his henchman Johnny Hazzard have very smelly feet and socks. They aren’t afraid to punish Tony by making him smell their smelly socks and stinky feet. Tony may not survive this!
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Scene Categories: Domination, Athletic Socks, Barefoot, Worship
Scene Title: Tony
By SockgaggedJason
Quick description: Jake learns his childhood best friend, Kenneth, is now a “gay for pay” porn star. He receives a shocking invitation to co-star with the hot, straight friend for a raunchy fetish shoot. Themes: Anal sex, blowjobs, bondage, gags, BDSM, pig play, straight guys, smells, uniforms, sports hazing.
Note: The character Kenneth is based on a real person who resembles the porn star Christian Wilde, pictured in the story. All featured photos are only loose interpretations of moments in this fictional story.
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Kenneth was in town and wanted to come over. He had something interesting to propose that he said, “trust me, you would love.”
He was my childhood best friend who wrestled in high school. We used to tie each other up. Well, mostly he did the tying. I had the biggest crush on him and loved little things like how he smelled. He knew I had a foot fetish and gagged me with his smelly socks whenever I was tied down.
Now we were both 22, and it had been years since we saw each other. He joined the Marines, deployed to Afghanistan, and relocated to San Diego. I recently finished college and lived in Sacramento.
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.
By SockgaggedJason
NOTE: This story starts off with innocent bondage but becomes very sexually graphic, involving gay sexual contact. The young men depicted are over 18, and you must be over 18 to read.
I was in for the most humiliating kidnap by my hockey team that would turn in to the craziest sexual experience of my life. This is the story of my 21st birthday. After a practice, a group of my teammates tackled me in the locker room while I was undressing. I didn’t stand a chance. I was tied up, gagged, and stuffed into a thick canvas laundry bag. I was transported to one their houses via someone’s car. When I was removed from the sack, I was situated on a bed. They untied me and proceeded to remove the last parts of my hockey gear.
They did, though, spare me full on humiliation by leaving me in my jockstrap. I put up the fight of my life, but there were six of these guys against me. I was screwed. They held me down and tied me spread eagle to that bed with ropes.
My gag, which was a few haphazardly applied layers of athletic tape, was coming off partly on the account of all the sweating. As it fell from my face, I started to yell my head off. Well, that was a mistake. The next thing I remembered was Jacobi, the co-captain of our team, quickly stripping out of his sweatpants and slipping out of his jockstrap. I only caught a glimpse of what he was doing before he was shoving his sweaty jock into my mouth.
By SockgaggedJason
Kevin, flanked by his best friend, Matt, stormed into his own beachside apartment with purpose where he found his roommate, Flynn, in the middle of removing his motorcycle gear. Flynn had just returned from a long motorcycle ride in the mountains. He had taken off his helmet, gloves, and one of his boots when they barged in so suddenly. Flynn was still fully suited up in his motorcycle racing leathers, though. Kevin and Matt, without warning, tackled him. They had restraints ready; a collection of clothesline rope and duct tape.
Flynn didn’t put up much resistance since he shrugged it off as innocent horseplay that wouldn’t go far. He laughed but was handedly taken to the floor. They sat on top of him and pulled his hands behind his back. Kevin skillfully tied Flynn’s wrists together quickly with some of the clothesline they brought. Once they were bound, Flynn then knew it was a little more serious.
“Fuckers, this hurts!” Flynn complained.
“So, what?” Kevin laughed. “We’re kidnapping you, bro!”
