Socks & Gags

Images and video's of stuff I like, that i have reblogged or taken from external sites. I do not own anything.

[malesoxlover]

I love the feel of sweaty socked feet in my face!

[guysidlovetobehandgaggedby]

[footballistic2]

[socks-on-film-deactivated201410]

[socksnco]

Xander Beckett

[promisedland2024]

[bannock-hou]

Ben Cohen in Attitude magazine

[cooldresssox]

[soxnties]

Check out SoxnTies

[rhinophilia]

[strappedown-deactivated20250731]

The best part of this, the part that really makes me hard, is that aside from the lovely bondage in rubber and multiple thick leather restraint belts, is that all it takes is a few pumps on that bulb and the gag expands in his mouth such that nothing intelligible can come out…just a guttural “ungh” “ungh” “ungh”. After that, if you can still perceive meaning from those animal grunts and groans, if you can yet make out the barest indication of protest or approval, if you can detect any whit of human communication, you need only add an additional pump or two to instantly cut that off as well, and there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop it.

[molkosheer7-deactivated20170405]

[loadmeup]

loadmeup.tumblr.com

[dannysocks]

[sockssucker]

[myfriendsfeet]

[italnnj13]

[italnnj13]

[shelter-co]

[thing4dom]

When Sir said he wanted me out of sight, i took that to mean i’d hang out in the kitchen or something. 

"There are times, boy, when i enjoy my peace and quiet and don’t wish to be disturbed, or have to worry about what you’re doing."

"No problem SIR, however you feel it should be will be cool with me." I said.  He just smiled.  At that point he indicated i should kneel between his legs.  I crawled over and he took out a mess of straps and buckles.  Before long i was in a head harness with a gag and a thick muzzle.  I could see still but not hear because the thing also had pads that went over my ears. Small padlocks were soon in place.  I was then put in well padded fist mitts.

Sir got up then and walked to the stairs.  Pulling a rug off the first landing, i saw that all was not as it would appear.  Sir pointed and i understood that he was indicating that i should get into the space under the trap door. I walked over and saw a ladder. Sir stopped me, and snapped in place a blindfold.  He guided me to the ladder by touch.  I counted 8 steps before my feet hit the bare cement. Through the mitts i felt the ladder sliding from my grasp as it was pulled up and out. Through touch, muffled by the leather of the mitts, i was able to feel that the walls were bare cinder block.  I was able to hear when Sir dropped the trap door shut.  When Sir replaced the rug, nobody would even notice there should be something bigger than a steamer trunk sized dead space under the stair.  Instead, a 9 foot shaft of cold cement held me.  I was in darkness, insured by the blindfold.  I was unable to grab onto anything to climb, there was nothing to grab, even without the mitts.  The height, rug, and the muzzle made sure that Master would not be disturbed.