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CHAPTER 152 - A GROWING APPETITE
Thursday, April 27 (9:00 PM)
After they'd left me alone in the bedroom, I spent the first half hour or so, struggling against my tight prison-sack and testing the effectiveness of my gag.
The sleepsack was escape proof and it didn't take me long to realise that no amount of fighting would free me from it's maddening grip.
The gag wasn't just a minor obstacle either. I fought and struggled against it, hoping to find some weakness I could exploit. But no matter how hard I tried, I could find no flaw or vulnerability whatsoever.
My tongue couldn't move upwards and I couldn't move it left or right either.
Everywhere I tried to go, I was met with thick, squishy stuffing.
I even tried opening my mouth a little wider, hoping to slide my tongue out from under the giant hockey player's fetid sock. But as soon as I unclenched my jaw and tried to expand my oral cavity, the foul-smelling wad followed suit and just swelled up to accommodate all the new space I'd given it.
"Uuggghmph!" I cried out in sheer frustration.
I stopped struggling after that and ended up falling asleep, only to wake up some time later and attempt a final, daring escape.
I fought and twisted, but my battle for freedom was met with nothing more than failure.
I was enraged and incredibly turned on at the same time.
This was torture!
The swooshing sound of nylon eventually alerted me to my boyfriend's approach, and I watched with wide, pleading eyes as the super hunky blond goliath walked into bedroom and sat down at his computer
desk.
Hoping to gain his attention, I wiggled around on the bed and called out to him from beneath his buddy's balled up stinker.
"Mmmgghh...uugghmph!"
No response came. Not even a glance or anything.
Nick just kept his gaze fixed on the computer screen and didn't even bother looking at me.
"Dude!" he called out, talking to Zack who was sitting all the way over in the living room. "Phoenix just beat Dallas. Montréal lost to the Panthers, and the Kings are destroying the Oilers. That means we're moving up to fourth place if we win tonight!" he yelled, giving his friend an update on the other games happening tonight.
He and Zack followed this stuff religiously, and Zack sounded particularly pleased with what Nick had just told him.
"Sweet! When's the next game?" I heard the jock's masculine voice call out from amidst the ruckus of loud TV commercials.
"Saturday night! Seven thirty!"
The huge, bare-chested King continued to ignore me for a while.
He just sat on his cushioned office chair and scanned the screen for more hockey-related news on the NHL homepage.
I watched him from a distance, admiring his HUGE arms and allowing my eyes to roam over his incredibly broad shoulders and buff torso.
Damn, he was hot!
The short, blond stubble that lined his sharp jawline and the way his eyes betrayed a certain predatory instinct, it gave him an incredible sex-appeal.
I knew the man well, probably better than anyone else.
I knew he wouldn't hurt me on purpose. He cared about me a lot.
But being with Nick wasn't at all like being with Zack.
I didn't really know Zack, and yet I trusted him.
The guy was practically a stranger to me, and still I felt perfectly safe and taken care of when he was there.
With Nick it was different.
With Nick, it was always a question of cat and mouse, predator and prey.
He was down-to-earth and very reliable.
I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if I had a breakdown or found myself in serious trouble, he'd be there for me. I trusted him with my life.
But his mood wasn't always the best, and sometimes...he could be really strict and harsh with me.
Zack was every girl or gay guy's fantasy. He was a prince, a knight in shining armour.
Nick, on the other hand, was definitely more akin to a predator. A conqueror of sorts.
He was a fuckin' BOSS.
You should've seen how hard he fucked me on Tuesday.
*Sigh* I feel too ashamed to give you a detailed account of what happened. But it was brutal.
That was the first time I'd actually gotten a real taste of the status I held in this relationship.
My big, bad ex-high school buddy wasn't interested in an equal partnership.
He wasn't interested giving me a portion of the reins or allowing me any sort of control.
I was an object to him. A possession.
He'd made it clear to me that I was his most prized possession, but I was still that...a possession.
That night when he fucked me, I didn't get a say about whether or not it would be okay.
I wasn't asked whether or not I felt up to it. I wasn't given a choice and wasn't given the freedom of refusing.
I'd struggled a bit...not really because I didn't want him, but merely because I was afraid.
Struggling hadn't amounted to anything though. I mean, what was I supposed to do?
The guy was a full head taller than I was and weighed almost twice my weight!
His arms were the size of my THIGHS and his thighs were as thick as my WAIST!
I had cried out and struggled, but the blond giant quite literally fell on top of me, wrapped his huge muscles around me and took me by force.
In the back of my mind, I knew it was rape.
And had it been anyone else, I would've been emotionally torn to shreds right now.
But why is it that part of me actually enjoyed the brutal force-fucking he'd given me?
Why did I break down into a sobbing mess when he turned around and fell asleep facing away from me?
And why oh WHY did I wake up with such a spring in my step and experience such a feeling of pride and joy the next morning?
I'm not sure, but I guess it all comes down to my own insecurities and feelings of inadequacy.
I mean, Nick had had a LOT of hot chicks in his bed. He could EASILY get himself some tight pussy to play with.
But instead, he was with me.
I can't really explain why, but it gave me a sense of peace and relief knowing that a HUGE, hot King like him got off from fuckin my tight boi-hole. Especially considering how easy it would be for him to hook up with much hotter guys and girls.
That big, beefy cock of his had BEEN places and had conquered LOTS of mouths and pussies.
The fact that he was so hungry for me, and that he was willing to take me by force against my own will...it really made me feel good about myself.
I know, I know. I'm sick and twisted.
But you know what? I don't care.
Judge me if you must. I'll not hold you in contempt for it.
On the subject of being fucked, I'm actually surprised he managed to hold out and restrain himself for as long as he had.
I mean, I'd been living here for two weeks now, and to my knowledge, Nick didn't have anyone else on the side.
I was the sole recipient of his sexual lust. And man, you should see the way he looks at me when he comes home from work sometimes!
Puffer jacket, boots and gloves still on...the guy just wants to BONE me.
He's always eyeing me like some piece of meat, and always walking around with his HUGE dong stickin' out in front of him...bobbing left and right inside those thin, noisy nylon track pants he always wears.
The best part of being his boi though, was sleeping in his arms at night.
He could be so strict and demanding at times. And yet, in bed, when the wild fucking was over, he became extremely protective of me and pretty much forced me to sleep underneath his heavy frame.
In the morning, before leaving for work, he always tucked me in real tight and made sure I was extra warm before planting a kiss on top of my head and wishing me a good day.
Deep down inside, I knew my strict, overprotective daddy was a real sweetheart.
And even though he could be real hard to deal with sometimes, I loved him deeply.
My moment of silent contemplation was rather brusquely interrupted when the big, hunky giant raised his left thigh up a bit, and cracked a MASSIVE fart into the bottom cushion of his swivelling computer chair.
"PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRT"
Yeah, he definitely wasn't your typical knight in shining armour, I thought to myself...rolling my eyes and turning my gaze up towards the ceiling.
I never got an explanation for what he did next though.
After a few more seconds of staring at his computer screen, Nick got up from his chair, walked over to the bed and sat down next to my head.
I thought he was gonna talk to me or fool around with me, but he just picked up the huge roll of extra wide, industrial grade duct tape, and tore it open before slapping the loose end over my left cheek.
Eyes wide with incomprehension, I looked up at my Master's stern face in the hopes of finding some sort of explanation.
I received none.
My head was yanked up off the mattress, and HUGE arms bulged over me as the jumbo roll of wide duct tape began smothering my lower face up.
I screamed and tried pleading, but the cumbersome sockgag clogged my yapper up and defeated me at every turn.
Nick wrapped his heavy-duty duct tape around my face and head a total of five times, paying no attention to my muffled pleas and acting unphased at the fact that my mouth was badly overstuffed and already heavily muzzled
with sticky hockey tape.
Without any hint of an apology, the tape was finally severed and slapped over the back of my neck.
Unfortunately for me though, that wasn't the end of it.
More duct tape was unwound off the fat roll, this time coming down over my panicked eyes.
"Uuggghmph! Uuuuuhhhuugghmph!" I cried out, unwilling to come to terms with my reinforced gag and the fact that I was now about to lose the right to see.
Still, Nick was completely unmoved by the sincerity of my spectacle.
The room echoed with the low roar of the aggressive duct tape, and by the time Nick stopped his assault, I was left completely blindfolded and mewling for help under my incredibly fat mouth stuffing.
Not only had he taken away my vision by wrapping a few layers of extra wide duct tape around my head and over my eyes, but he'd also reinforced my gag some more by slapping the tape over my head and wrapping it under my jaw and back up again, three times.
My world was plunged into darkness and solitude when the big, blond bully finally put the tape down and left the room to rejoin his friend.
My boner throbbed like it rarely had, and for a moment there, I actually enjoyed my predicament.
This was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.
I was scared. I was angry.
And yet, deep down inside, I wanted more!