CHAPTER 181 - THE GUILTY CONSCIENCE
Wednesday, May 20 (9:30 AM)
I couldn't believe it.
This was just a bad dream. It had to be!
I was genuinely terrified.
Terrified of what might happen if Nick saw those photos of me trying to hook up with other guys, and terrified of how far Shawn would go before his conscience told him to stop.
Any man who was willing to destroy another man's life in order to further his own goals deserved no respect.
On the other hand, Shawn didn't deserve my respect, he simply
had it from the start.
His demeanor and the sheer size of his imposing musculature demanded it!
He was
definitely an Alpha.
And one that I had to be weary of, at that.
"Shawn, wait! You can't be serious?!" I cried out, desperately trying to talk some sense into the guy.
The hairy oaf just stood in front of my seated form with the absolute
smuggest of looks on his otherwise boyish face.
He was proud of himself for what he had done, and was probably thrilled at the fact that his little plan had worked just like he'd wanted it to.
"Sir, please...please don't do this. Can't we just be friends?" I pleaded, instantly hating myself for having accidently referred to him by a title I secretly deemed him worthy of.
You should've seen how quickly his face lit up upon hearing those words.
The fact that I was trying to negotiate a truce must've seemed quite promising to him. But my use of the word "Sir" is what really caused his excitement to spike.
"Sure we can! But you're still gonna be my bitch!" the blond bully laughed, ruffling my hair up like his older cousin was in the habit of doing.
That wasn't the answer I wanted to hear. And as if things weren't already bad enough, I could tell from his expression that my slip of the tongue had given him a serious boost of confidence.
He was getting a taste of power now.
"Shawn, this isn't funny! You don't need to set me up like this! Please...please, just delete those photos from you phone!"
"Don't worry, buddy." came the hunk's amused response. "I don't need to show Nick those pics. I mean, not unless you
make me..."
When it became evident that this was all just a game to him, I lifted my knees up and wrapped my arms around them before lowering my head down to contemplate the grimness of my situation.
Those photos could seriously ruin my life.
And if they were ever leaked out, who would Nick believe?
Me, who couldn't even hold the promise I'd made not to play bondage games when he wasn't there to supervise?
Or his blood relative, whom me got along with exceptionally well?
The evidence against me was irrefutable.
Think about it!
Photos of me staring at the screen, and an expression of shock on my face as I turn around to look at the mastermind who set the trap.
ANYONE looking at the photos would think that I'd been caught in the act!
The look of shock on my face would be interpreted as one of embarrassment.
Even worse was the fact that the user account was visible, and a quick zoom in would reveal my name as well as my face pic.
This was truly damning evidence.
Even if Nick trusted me, how far would that trust go?
Would he believe my far-fetched story about his cousin going through all the trouble of finding my photos and creating a fake account, only to set everything up while I was asleep?
Was Shawn bluffing?
Did he actually plan on using this falsified proof against me if I didn't comply with his wishes? Or was he just trying to intimidate me?
I couldn't be certain.
But when I looked into his eyes, I didn't see an evil man.
I didn't feel threatened or unsafe like I did when Brad was around.
I saw a young man who was perhaps a little power hungry, but who didn't necessarily carry any ill will towards me.
He didn't wanna hurt me, but I had no way of knowing how far he'd be willing to go in order to get what he wanted.
The one thing I knew for certain, is that I didn't want those incriminating photos being leaked out.
I wanted to tell Nick about them and knew that at some point I'd have to warm him about what his cousin had done.
But my seemingly undefendable position would lose all credibility were those photos ever to reach him first.
"Shawn, why are you doing this?" I whimpered, keeping my head down before finally raising my tear-glossed eyes up to look at him.
Surprisingly enough, the young jock wasn't so brave when faced with the prospect of dealing with one of my emotional breakdowns.
I think the tears welling up in my eyes actually scared him a bit.
He was
definitely nothing like Brad.
"Awww jeez. No. Don't get all mushy and shit." he complained, rolling his eyes and turning around so as not to face me.
"How can you do this to me? I've always been nice to you..." I continued, allowing myself to actually cry in front of him, while at the same time hoping that it would further weaken his resolve.
It did, but not to the extent I was hoping.
"Alright, calm the fuck down. I told you I won't show Nick those photos, and I won't!"
"Then erase them from your phone!" I cried out, begging for immediate and unconditional reparations on his part.
Believe it or not, I was actually ready to forgive him and put this whole incident behind us if he decided to comply and apologise.
Granted, I would've never completely trusted him again...but that was beside the point.
"I will! But only AFTER Nick gets back from the hospital." he assured, again, not giving me the answer I was desperately in need of hearing.
The look of fear and distress on my face must've weighed heavily on his heart. 'Cause even after I'd stopped groveling, the jock went out of his way to provide me with added assurances.
"Look. All you gotta do is do what I tell you. That's what Nick made you agree to anyways."
"Nick doesn't want me to suck your dick, Shawn! That's total bullshit and you
know it! You wouldn't be trying to blackmail me into blowing you if you actually
thought that he'd be okay with that!" I cried out, feeling truly frustrated at him using my own boyfriend against me.
Upon hearing those words, the hunk merely smirked as if to hide his discomfort.
"Man, you're such a whiny bitch sometimes! I can definitely see why Nick keeps your mouth plugged up at night." he chuckled, no doubt using humour as an attempt to diffuse the tense situation that now reigned across the room.
"Buddy...you and I are gonna get along just fine. Nick likes you a lot. I've seen some of the chicks he's fucked, and man...if he's keepin' you here and bangin' you like I know he is, then you must be pretty fuckin' special. I just wanna see what the whole fuss is about." he explained, my cheeks suddenly tingling at the realisation that Nick's love for me actually ended up getting the better part of his cousin's curiosity.
The kid was willing to blackmail me, just to get a taste of what his cousin was getting!
In other words, me!
The sad part is, I sorta liked the guy.
I really did.
I just wish he hadn't resorted to something as low as this.
Flirting and trying to convince me to blow him was one thing. But extorting me was another!
"So here's what you're gonna do." Shawn told me. "You're gonna be real good, and you're gonna do everything I say. You're gonna show me a good time when I ask you to. And tomorrow night, when Nick get's back, I'll delete those photos from my phone and I'll tell him what a great boy you've been. Deal?"
Not knowing what else to do and being stuck between a rock and hard place, I shrugged my shoulders and cast my gaze down to the floor before nodding my head 'yes' as a sign of compliance.
You have no idea how scared I was of losing Nick.
No idea how
terrified I was at the mere thought of losing his trust and being pushed out of his life.
It didn't matter if the odds were stacked in my favour.
Him not believing me was a risk I wasn't willing to take!
Nick could NOT see those photos.
I was ready to be Shawn's bitch for a day or two if it meant keeping that damning evidence away from my boyfriend's eyes.
I'd be his bitch and I'd see him finally delete those photos off his phone.
Then, and only then would I have my revenge.
Once those photos were gone, I'd tell Nick what had happened.
I'd tell him everything.
If Shawn wanted to play dirty, then I was gonna do the same.
I'd done it in the past with Brad.
And I had no qualms about doing it again.
If the big oaf thought he was just gonna bang me and then get away with it, he was in for a
major surprise.
And so I ate, drank my coffee and spent the next fifteen minutes showering and silently plotting my babysitter's eventual demise.
By the time I made it out of the shower, the young muscle-hunk was still in the bedroom, sitting on Nick's recliner chair and wearing nothing but his underwear.
I got dressed and tried keeping my eyes to myself, but even though I was pissed off and angry, it was hard not to glance his way every now and then.
The guy was built like a fuckin' brick house, with HUGE, hairy legs and a very buff, furry torso.
His hands and feet were very similar in size to those of his cousin's, and from the look of his splendidly full underwear, it seemed as though he might've been similarly endowed as well!
"Get your toothbrush and some clothes packed. We're leaving in a few minutes." he told me, looking up from his phone just as I was finishing to get dressed.
"Where are we going?" I asked, suddenly alarmed at the prospect of being removed from the illusional safety of my home.
"My place. Nick's console sucks! Besides, there's nothing to do here and there's almost no beer left in the fridge."
I lost no time in letting him know I wasn't happy about his decision, but the brute didn't seem to care and simply told me to hurry up and pack my stuff.
I obeyed and discreetly watched as he got dressed and started packing his own bag, not only with the clothes he'd brought...but with some of Nick's stuff as well.
By "Nick's stuff" I mean; the sleepsack, the plug-gag, the gasmask, the leather muzzle, the duct tape, and of course...lot and lots of rope!
When Shawn initially told me we'd be heading to his place, I assumed we'd be coming back home sometime before nightfall.
From the looks of it though, my burly captor was packing up as though we'd be gone for a while!
"Why d'you need all that stuff?!" I asked, more than a little alarmed at the fact that he was thinking about using so much gear.
Unfortunately for me though, the young Alpha was as tight-lipped as his cousin, and I got no enlightening response.
"Hurry up and stop asking questions." was the only explanation I got.
Just as we were about to leave, the muscular jock turned around to look at me and placed his hand around the back of my skull before rubbing my head affectionately.
"Don't worry. It'll be fun, you'll see." he spoke, no doubt trying to ease his own guilty conscience by attempting to prove to me that he wasn't just some cold, heartless bastard.
I put the alarm code in and used my key to lock the door as we left.
I knew he didn't have a car, so I assumed we were gonna take the bus or something.
But when I saw a crummy old car parked in front of our place, I quickly realised why he'd been in such a hurry to get going.
One of his buddies was here to pick us up.
As soon as we arrived next to the car, Shawn opened the passenger side door and told me to sit in the back.
I complied and was immediately greeted by our driver, Chris. A rather handsome and amicable fellow who, as it turns out, was one of Shawn's roommates. One of three.
Chris