"I think I'm gonna enjoy this" he says grinning, as he walks over the pile of dirty laundry and routes around in it. What was he looking for? "Ah-ha!" he shouts, as he reveals a particularly sweaty pair of black cotton socks. You were not having this. You spat out the sock that was in your mouth. The rage that was built up inside you exploded.
"Lewis! Untie me now or when I get out of here, you're gonna be wearing shit for a face mask!" Your anger only seems to amuse him.
"Ash, put it this way; I'm not letting you go until 3 seconds before mum and dad come through that door and i wouldn't even think about telling them if i were you. Im gonna take so many pictures and the very second you tell mum or dad, or torture me again they hit the internet".
You just look at him stunned. He has got you screwed for life. It sent a shiver down your spine.
"Right, seeing as you don't like that sock why don't you try tasting this one". He takes a seat on your chest and puts one sock over each of his hands like sock puppets. Then he shoves his left hand into your mouth and puts his right over your nose.
You can't decide which is worse the salty sweaty taste or the cheesy smell. He begins to rub the sock in your mouth over your tongue and the over one over your nose. The sock in your mouth not only tastes disgusting, but is blocking your mouth airways, forcing your to breathe in the disgusting smell. You try to pull your neck away but its no use, Lewis just follows you with his socked hands, sticking his fingers up your nose, maing the stench worse. You can't stand it anymore. Anger fills you agains as Lewis sits on you chest cackling madly. You sink your teeth into the hand in your mouth and Lewis removes it quickly.
"OW! Big mistake Ash. Your not really in a fighting position". He shouts at you.
"Im not smelling or tasting your smelly socks!"
"I beg to differ", he says, as he goes to the kitchen. He returns several seconds later with some duct tape and sits on your chest again. This time he stuffs both socks in your mouth and tapes it shut. The taste comes back. He then routes around in the laundry pile again and this time pulls out a very thin pair of boxers. He turns them inside out and your eyes open in horror as you see am absorbed brown stain in the seat.
"These are a special type of boxer", he explains, "They absorb the smell of anything inside them and keep it there to stop the stench getting out and making people think you smell. Unfortunatley for you, I wore them yesterday and had burito's for breakfast. I was doing wet farts all day". He laughs at your disgusted expression.
He stretches them so that the brown stain gets bigger and forces them into your face, so that the stain is positioned over your nostrils. The smell confirms what Lewis has just explained. He then uses the duct tape to tape them to your face, the stain still over your nostrils.
"Right, you can stay there for a bit, I'm going to prepare your next torture". He chuckled to himself as he walked away.
The socks in your mouth were again blocking your airways and you were forced to breathe through your nose. Fortunatley the boxers over your face weren't air tight, so there was no danger of you suffocating. You began to wonder however if that really was a good thing. You wished you would suffocate, this wet fart stain stunk to high heaven.
After an hour Lewis came back.
"Hi", said as he came into the room "I've just been...
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