I, Dacien -- Chapter 22 Part One -- Conclusion
Instead, he was standing over bale, finishing securing a gag around bale's head. for good measure, he then strapped the gag itself to the half-bench, securing bale's head firmly against the leather.
Magical Adventures: A Pungent Encounter
Ren struggled against his restraints, but before he could object, the rat shoved the socks into ren's mouth, causing him to gag on the taste and smell. the socks were damp and slimy from the rat's sweat and filth, making ren's stomach churn.
Bound To Please
All the while, myad watched in disgust as they dipped one of his socks into another nearby urinal, soaking the sock in its foul contents. the stench of urine filled his nostrils, making him gag and retch.
Victory Dance
He ripped the sock out of her mouth and released her; she fell to her knees on the floor of the bus, catching her breath and biting back fresh sobs of humiliation.
Magical Nights: A Kitten's Punishment
The werewolf then placed its other paw, this one covered with a torn, old, musky sock right onto the screaming kitten's face, silencing his cries as he gagged from the strong, sour scent.
Gaming Recliner
The socks had been lodged deep into coal's mouth. not enough to clog his throat and choke him, but enough that he would not be able to spit the socks out. they would need to be pulled. effectively gagging him for the time being.
Mommy's Test
Remember when you were sorting through my sock drawer and you said you were just looking for a flashlight? i found a pair of my socks in your room, and they were crusty enough that they could stand on their own.
Mastering Alvin
"uh huh," i nodded, looking over at the socks. "what are those for?" "oh, ummm," he said looking at them. "the one tied together is so that you can gag me." i wrinkled my nose. "why?"
Underfoot
Josh gagged as he was forced to inhale the strong musky odour. "aw man that stinks! get off me! i'll let you win next time, just get your foot outta my face!" josh tried to push the foot away but it was no use.
The Cult Under the Gym
The first shoe ground against his ankle, sliding back and forth against his sock for a few seconds as it loosened. it slid along his heel and then off his foot, dragging his sock half off in the process.
London the Foot Slut
He continued to push, and london cried out into his stinky sock gag, and began thrashing on the bench, though the tiger was easily able to keep him in place by holding his hips with his powerful hands.
*Cub* Painful Snapshots - 2012
The foal coughed and gagged around the sock, then jerked against his bonds when one of the wonderbolts stuffed another stiff erection under his tail in one rough thrust. tears of helpless frustration ran down featherweight's cheeks.