CHAPTER 169 - CHANGING TIDES
Saturday, April 29 (11:50 PM)
Zack was, in every sense of the word, BIG.
Not only were his limbs and torso as powerfully built as Nick's, but his thighs were also extremely large and developed as well.
I knew he played hockey and did a lot of weight lifting. But given the size of his arms and legs, I'm certain he would've made quite an effective wrestler as well. Sure, he may not've been as quick, as nimble or as flexible as I was, but there was no doubt in my mind that if he managed to get those thighs around me, I'd be toast.
Looking at Zack's mighty thighs, I couldn't help but give thought to Brad's struggle against Nick last summer.
The more athletic jock had certainly given my Alpha a run for his money. For a minute there, I actually thought he would win.
But in the end, Brad had been no match for Nick's beefy thighs and enormous weight.
A wrestling match between Nick and Zack...
Now THAT would definitely be a fight worth seeing.
Same height, same weight, same build.
The differences between the two were very minute, and to the untrained eye, both of them were virtually identical.
Given how Nick seemed to be in a rush to get me in the bedroom, I assumed he and his buddy were just gonna wrestle me down to the bed and fuck me on the spot. But that's not exactly how things ended up happening.
As soon as Nick lowered me down on the bed, his mighty muscle-bound friend sat up against the headboard and wrapped his arms around my very much naked body.
"Come here, you little twerp." Zack chuckled, sitting me between his absolutely massive thighs and using his giant arms to crush my back against his torso.
I could feel the stud's huge, hairless pecs against my bony shoulder blades and couldn't help but feel all weird and tingly as he clamped his enormous thighs around mine.
His body felt warm. Real warm.
If the circumstances had been a little different, I would've gladly closed my eyes and dosed off inside the cocky god's muscular arms.
Sleeping wasn't part of the plan though, and the frighteningly large man-bulge rubbing against my lower back kept me from forgetting what was on the agenda for tonight.
Whether I wanted to or not, I was to be shared and boned by these two beastly predators.
Like I said, I half expected to be wrestled down and forcefully fucked on the spot.
Had Nick and I been alone that night, that's probably what would've happened.
But I guess the two of them had had a good long talk about the difficulties I was having in bed, cause instead of taking me by force, their plan apparently involved calming me down and getting me to relax a little.
Zack was very good at that.
I trusted him.
Don't get me wrong, when it came to more serious matters, I trusted Nick with my life.
He was my caretaker, my provider, my lover.
In bed it was different though.
Nick was, to put it mildly, a little rough around the edges.
He wasn't very good at calming me down or easing my fears.
Instead of hushing me down and soothing me, his instinct was to use brute force if I didn't cooperate as much as he'd like.
From out first night together, I knew he could be gentle and compassionate when he wanted to. He'd proven that.
But as I came to realise a bit later, those moments had been quite out of character for him and required an enormous amount of control and restraint on his part...something I couldn't always expect from a guy with such strong, predatory instincts.
With Zack sharing the bed with us tonight, I was hoping things would end up being a little different.
I have to admit, I was mildly surprised when Nick exited the bedroom and came back with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
I watched as he dimmed the bedroom lights down before sitting on the bed and resting his exceptionally broad back against the headboard.
Nick had only been gone for a minute or so, but instead of allowing me to retain my freedom of speech, Zack had taken it upon himself to wrap his colossal arms around me and loosely clamp his right hand over my face, effectively covering everything from my chin right up to the bridge of my nose.
He was a very big guy, with very large, thick hands.
So even though his handgag was pretty lax in tightness, it was still mighty effective at smothering me up and muffling my protests.
The first thing Nick did when he entered the bedroom was open the wine bottle up and start pouring the sweet-smelling, fermented grape juice into the first glass.
I just sat there, unable to do anything but moan and struggle for air inside his friend's frustratingly large and fleshy palm.
"D'you like wine, kiddo?" Zack asked, tightening his grip around me a little before lowering his face down and kissing the crown of my head.
"Mmmhh mppphh." I grunted, shaking my head sideways in an effort to answer his question.
My response didn't matter though and it didn't take a particularly bright mind to realise that Zack wasn't really interested in what I had to say.
The hunky stallion took the wine glass Nick handed him and removed his hand from my face before bringing the glass down to my lips and forcing me to guzzle down some of the liquid.
At first, I had no idea what he or Nick expected to gain from this.
But as the two Alphas talked, drank and coerced me into taking gulp after gulp of the rather fruity, bold-flavoured red wine , I began to feel it's numbing effects on parts of my body.
My head felt a little lighter than usual and my mood became somewhat clement.
The two muscle men conversed the entire time, with me alternating between being handgagged and taking sips from my captor's wine glass.
I wasn't paying much attention to what the two beefcake-Alphas were talking about, but I
definitely remember closing my eyes and feeling extremely relaxed and comfortable.
Zack's huge muscles and smooth skin felt so extremely warm around me, and the stench of Nick's socked soles was stinking up the room and making me feel dizzy and somewhat lightheaded.
Each time Zack removed his hand from my face to get me to drink his wine, the combined stench of their cheesy soles hit me like a brick. Nick hadn't changed his putrid, god-awful socks in two weeks, and Zack's funky bundles smelled of strong cheese and vinegar.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, the two brutes had skillfully orchestrated my demise by making me drink over two thirds of the wine bottle.
I was never one for drinking much, and when I did, it was usually just a light beer or two.
The wine ended up hitting me like a brick, and before I knew it, my entire body felt soft and tingly.
I wasn't drunk, or even tipsy.
But I was
definitely feeling warmer and calmer than usual.
My concerns about being naked and my desire to retain even a minimal amount of dignity were completely gone now.
I remember thinking about those big, fat cocks that would soon be thrusting their way inside me, but instead of being afraid, I felt horny.
Had the circumstances been different, I might've felt angry at having been coerced into drinking this much.
But we weren't in a club, and these weren't just two random guys trying to pick me up.
I was in no danger here, and Zack was probably just trying to teach my dominant boyfriend a thing or two about how to make me more receptive.
It wouldn't change the fact that my back hole was no match for Nick's monster cock.
But it would certainly take the pain and discomfort down a notch or two.
I didn't like the taste much, but if I had to drink a bit of wine in order to enjoy being boned by my big, blond, blue-eyed warrior, then so be it.
When the Alphas finally realised I was drifting away under the effects of the Chilean red wine they'd introduced into my system, Nick pulled his trackies off and the dreaded spandex sleepsack eventually made it's appearance.
I struggled a bit at first, but the two giant pair of hands that wrapped around my puny limbs had no trouble keeping me still and subdued.
In less than a minute, my big blond boyfriend and his hunky as hell, muscle-bound friend had me fully zipped up and sealed inside the restrictive bondage sack.
With my arms stuck inside the internal sleeves and the stretchy bag now zipped up around the base of my neck, I couldn't move my arms and hands much, and couldn't even spread my legs and feet apart more than a an inch or two.
Satisfied with my renewed state of helplessness, Nick was quick to flip me around so that I was lying on my stomach.
He took advantage of my position and fished out a small bottle of lube from his night stand before grabbing the zipper that led to my rear end and unzipping the small opening.
I moaned and raised my head up off the mattress, but could do nothing to stop my Alpha's big, oily fingers from fingering my hole and stretching my ass open.
With Nick taking charge of my back orifice, muscle-man Zack lost no time in taking position near my head.
I watched as the brown haired King planted his knees down on mattress, and I slowly took in the sight of his absolutely enormous thighs as he squatted down, his huge, naked torso towering wide and tall in front of me.
When the beefy hunk finally squatted down and sat on his socked heels, I got an up close view of the big, bulging package between his thighs.
And my, what a mighty bulge that was.
Nick kept fingering my hole, stretching it out and getting it ready for his extremely thick tool.
I moaned and whimpered, but Zack made himself reassuring by inching closer...to the point where my head was safely tucked in between his very massive, unbelievably meaty thighs.
His large hands and fingers worked their magic on my body.
One hand massaging the back of my neck and the other rubbing the center of my back.
Even though Nick's intruding fingers were making me wince in discomfort, Zack's soothing ministrations calmed me down and allowed me to endure and breathe normally.
Even more intoxicating was the fact that my face was now mere centimeters from his bulge.
In short, I had the giant hockey hunk's monster pouch about an inch from the tip of my nose, and couldn't see anything left and right other than his colossal thighs...which looked like mountains from where my head was resting.
That's when my luck suddenly ran out and that's when the dream-like evening instantly came crashing down.
Just as the two beastly gods were getting ready for force their giant cocks into my helpless entry points, the aggressive sound of the doorbell echoed through the house and alerted us of an unknown presence at the front door.