But really, what time is it? He texted me just after 10 meaning he got here around 10:30. Chatted, turned on the TV, watched about twenty minutes of the episode...then it all happened so fast, like terrifyingly fast. It didn't take me long to cum either, still embarrassed and disgusted that I did. My god. It's probably just barely midnight. The thought alone makes my stomach turn. I squirm a little in protest but stop because I'm terrified of waking him up. Fuck this guy. This is my apartment, my fucking place! I can feel the tape around every section he taped me. It's tight, and it doesn't feel like it's moving at all.

I realize he never took my shoes off and my feet are hot, really hot in my shoes. I decide to kick them off because I have a feeling I'm gonna be here for awhile. The moment i wiggle my sneakers off there is a rush of cool air. Wow, those probably smell. Maybe I should shove them in his fucking face as a big fuck you!! But then again, he will wake up, and I'm exhausted. Maybe I should try to fall asleep.

Pathetically, I close my eyes. His snoring is loud, he is out cold somehow. My neck is stiff so I decide to shift my face to the left. The moment I start to budge his toes lock around my nose and his right leg presses against my head. I freeze in terror that I just woke him up. I open my eyes and in the dim light from the street I can see he hasn't woken up. His snoring hasn't even skipped a beat. He is actually keeping my head in place in his sleep. What a sick fuck!! I try to move my head again, again it's locked in place. I whimper a pathetic sound and kick my feet a little. I don't realize how close my feet are to his face and i gently kick him in the side of his head.

The snoring stops.

I freeze. He takes a deep breath in and shifts, rolling over on his left side lifting his nasty Hanes off my face and curls up in a fetal position. He yanks some covers over him, tossing them across my body so we are both covered leaving my chest up exposed at the end of the bed, his socks disappear under the covers.

Fucking finally. I'm free of my torture. That didn't last long at all. I'm taking long deep breaths of the fresh air. Relieved that I got out of that. I need to somehow focus on getting out of this tape. I start moving the slightest bit to check for any weak spots in my tape when I hear the sheets rustling.

His feet come creeping out from the sheets direct for me. I turn to see what's happening and try to instantly retreat. His feet come directly for my head. The left foot again smashes straight into my nose and the right foot slips around the back of my head and pulls me straight under the covers. I whimper and jerk but he has my head locked in place. I'm whimpering and gagging again on his stink as I disappear under the covers. The force of the pull turns me on my right side and I'm immediately pulled into his body, completely cuddled up to him. Laying on his side he has me in the perfect foot lock position. My face against the mattress, his left foot perfectly locked to my nose and mouth, the stinkiest part of his foot raping my nostrils. His right foot is across the side of my face and locked behind my head. Even if I move back, his foot is there. If I move to the side, his foot is there. Forward and I only dig deeper into his sweaty sock. I'm trying not to breathe too deep because of his stinky socks but I have to. I register my dick again. I am gushing precum. My underwear is soaked from how much precum is cumming out. What a sick fuck I am. Do I deserve this? I will not succumb to this, this is NOT who I am.

It's hot under the covers which is intensifying the smell. Fifteen minutes or so go by, maybe less, maybe more, I have no way of telling time. It's getting harder to breathe under the covers and I need my head to be out.

I can still tell my captor is asleep. His snoring subsided, but his breathing slow and regular. I decide to slowly...slowly pull my head out from under his feet, the edge of the covers not far from my head. As I begin to retreat I move an inch and stop. His sock is now disconnected from my nose. I sit there to see if there is any reaction.

Nothing.

I move a little more. I'm good to go, however, his right foot is locked around the back of my head and I'm pulling it with me. This worries me but I need to get out from under these covers. My mouth is salivating like crazy and my dick pulsing from the risk. I breach the covers just enough so my eyes and nose come out from under them. This is far enough.

I lay there breathing looking out at my room. My room. My safe haven, not safe at all anymore. My eyes start to get heavy and I let them fall. I pass out.

I open my eyes completely confused and quickly register again where I am. I wake up abruptly and realize I'm still just as fucked as I was. However, I wake up to find his foot has made its way right back to my nose. I woke myself up because I was humping the back of him.

In my sleep, the scent of his sweaty socks made me start bucking my hips. It's as if I want the dirty, sweaty rank sock. What is happening to me? My soaked underwear feels so good on my dick. Maybe I should just accept this...fuck no. I take one hard thrust and then stop...laying there head locked sniffing his socks. A moment of silence and then I feel it.

He's awake. He's reached into my underwear from below and is jerking me off. No...no!!! Please stop. I'm so fucking juiced right now I'll blow any minute!!

His socks are pressing deep into my nose and my eyes are rolling back in my head. I'm moaning and twisting and taking deep inhales. His rank man scent is hypnotizing me. I accept my submission. I'm biting down on his sock hard, the sweat and saliva running down my throat. What a pig I am! I embrace my position and I feel it. My cock starts pulsing and cum starts rushing to escape. He feels it too and tosses the covers off. I explode. Having cum merely a couple hours ago I have somehow loaded back up. Cum explodes all over me and my bed and onto the floor. I'm shaking from the orgasm and he is laughing at it. I'm drained again...and what a fucking fool for it.

"Damn faggot you let yourself cum again? What a fucking idiot! Bet you aren't getting any sleep down there huh? You've been laying there loving my scent and needed me to drain you again? Good, I need you miserable."

I realize what a fool I was. What a pathetic fag thinking with his cock. Now I'm going to be so miserable.

"I see you kicked your shoes off. Let's see how they smell." He grabs my feet and presses them to his face. "Damn fag, you've had a day. These smell perfect. You must've known what your master wanted."

Master? What the fuck? What am I, his slave? Absolutely not. I get angry and press my feet hard in his face. He lets out a grunt of pleasure. He starts biting my feet and sniffing. I feel dirty, violated. He is having his way with my body against my will. I pull my feet away and he yanks them back in. He is jerking off sniffing my socks. I look over at his feet. They are pointing and jerking as he is nearing ejaculation. This is all so fucked up.

It doesn't take him more than a couple minutes to cum. As he starts to he twists over and empties his seed on my leg and wipes the remainder on me. I again feel the despair creep up inside me. My eyes again are starting to well up.

"Good. Now I can really get some sleep. Aw what's the matter fag? You unhappy? What the fuck? I just got you off twice?? Fucking ungrateful shit!" He hits me in the side of the face with his foot. He finds that funny. He hits me a few more times and watches my face and eyes react. He laughs. "I gotta use the bathroom. Don't you fucking move."

He hops out of bed and throws his Nikes back on. Why?! That'll only make the stink stronger again. I hear him walk across my apt and open the fridge. He helps himself to whatever and then goes into the bathroom. Now is my chance!

I start to wiggle and squirm as hard as I can but fuck this tape isn't moving. My sweat has made it come off slightly but its so tight. It really isn't moving. I buck and flail and I'm at the edge of the bed. Maybe if I fall the impact will snap the tape. Or maybe if I fall the impact will break my wrist or hand. I'm not risking it. Let's face it. I'm screwed...no don't submit to this guy!! Fight you fuck!! But then I hear the bathroom door open. He is coming back.

He walks back in the room noticing the sheets have tossed around a bit and me laying on the edge of the bed.

"Ohhh he tried to get away. Haha what, couldn't get out?" He takes a quick examination of the tape. He notices that my legs can move too much and that my wrists are getting too much mobility. He goes for the tape.

Fuck.

He wraps it around my ankles about six times. My legs are now taped in four places. He throws my legs over his shoulder so my torso is lifted off the bed. He wraps more tape around my arms and tosses me back down. He lifts my head up and starts to undo my gag. Wait, really? Wow maybe he is showing some mercy. In the street lamp lit room this all seems like a nightmare.

I feel the last piece of tape rip off my skin and I open my mouth. The glob of cotton flops onto my mattress. The sock is a tight wet ball covered in my spit.

"Sick faggot." He grabs it and lengthens it out. I see the sock for the first time. It's another white Hanes crew sock. It look just as disgusting as the pair on his feet, just as sweat stained and worn. He lays it on my couch arm to dry and reaches down for his bag. My mouth feels disgusting and I lay there licking the insides to try and make it feel normal. I don't say a word. He reaches down to his bag and pulls something out:..it's a balled up pair of socks. What the fuck is this guy's problem??

"Enjoy this moment while it lasts because it won't last long." He says as he pulls back the sock that is balled over the other sock. The wad in his hand has about three layers of socks balled on top of each other. He gets to the last sock and pulls it out. It's the counter part to the sock that was in my mouth. It looks repulsive and I can smell its stale scent from here. "Whoops, time's up."

"Plea--" I try to speak for the first time since my gag came off. I can't even get a full word out and he is shoving the sock deep into my mouth again. A fresh, salty, nasty sock. I'm bound tight so I can't even fight it. This time he takes his time with my gag.

"Haha shut the fuck up fag. I've worked on these socks for months and months. I've kept it balled up in other dirty socks so the scent thrives. Now that you are helpless I'll do a real gag on you that won't peel off the slightest." He grabs the duct tape. He methodically starts on the face. Pull tear stick, pull tear stick. Piece after piece from ear to ear from my chin to my nose, then one piece across the top of my nose so only my nostrils are out. Then he starts making longer pieces to go under my chin from ear to ear holding those other pieces tightly in place. And then again, the final touch. Three to four wraps around the entire tape-job around my neck. This gag will never come off until he says so.

He smacks my taped cheek a couple times then throws himself back. "Fuck I'm tired. It's time for me to actually sleep now. Oh look, haha you're hard again. I guess it's been about twenty minutes since you blew...gotta fix that fag."

I start pleading through my nasty fucking sock that's in my mouth but he's already lubed up his hand. He hasn't even taken his Air Max off again and I'm already about to blow. It takes me maybe five minutes to squirt out the most pathetic drops of cum which makes him howl.

He gets up and wipes his hand. He grabs his bag and dumps it on the floor. I examine it. Rolls of extra tape, balls of crew socks of different colors and different levels of filth. Balled up white crews sealed in ziploc bags...the fear of what's in store for me settles in deep. He grabs a couple pairs of crews and lays them all around my head "here you go fag, let's make you a proper bed." There's Nike crews, elites, under armor, mostly white with accents of colors, all smelly and dirty from wear.

He finally lays down. "What time is it? Shit it's only 2:30. Haha, sorry fag but I won't be getting up until at least noon maybe even one. Get comfortable."

He kicks the air max off. This time he lays in the inside of the bed meaning it's time for me to smell the right foot. His socks come straight for my face. The right foot looks nastier than the left, or maybe it's just me. The sweaty freshly re-ripened sock hits my nose. Moist from his shoes and smellier than ever. The left foot locks around my head and pulls me in tight again while he is curled up on his side. Freshly drained, not turned on, I am repulsed. I can feel the tears welling up again. The fresh tape holding me in place and the sock getting increasingly disgusting in my mouth.

I realize he is on top of the covers and he does too. "Oh shit, well this is actually perfect." He reaches over me and pulls the covers across both of us from behind me. It creates a perfect swaddle that keeps me smashed up against him tight, his feet wrapped around my head, legs locking me down. "Dude, now there is no fucking way you're escaping me. Nighty night."

He tucks the covers in to him and I feel them tighten around me. He is wiggling his toes. Rubbing them around my nose. Clasping them around my nose. Petting my nose like his little toy. His left foot flexing so it smashes my face into the right. I lay there, silent tears running down my face as he falls asleep, deep inhales of his sweaty white sock, his toes still wiggling into my nose as he snores...