CHAPTER 183 - KEPT OUT OF SIGHT
Wednesday, May 20 (12:00 PM)
Standing a full two meters in height, Nick was, in every possible sense of the word, extraordinarily tall and statuesque.
Being of more average height, I literally had to stand up on my toes just to be able to reach his jawline with my lips.
When we kissed, the man had no choice to but lower his head down or pick up me up so that I could be at his level.
From a distance, I could tell that Mike was big.
But it's only when he stood up and slowly made his way towards us that I truly understood the meaning behind his name; Big Mike.
This guy was a GIANT!
And when I say "giant", I really
do mean GIANT.
Not having a tape measurer meant that it was difficult for me to get a precise reading.
I normally used my own height to guess that of those around me.
But this guy was taller than anyone I'd ever seen.
He was
definitely closer to the 7-foot mark than he was to the sixth.
The one strange thing about meeting Big Mike was that he didn't intimidate me in the slightest.
All the internal warning bells that usually went off had gone silent.
I didn't feel threatened.
When Shawn had told me we'd be heading to his place, I guess I kind of assumed I'd be the laughing stock of his friends and that his roommates would all be stereotypical assholes.
His stupid and mean attempt to blackmail me into being submissive had tainted my vision, and I never even once considered he might've been telling the truth about why he wanted to be back here so bad.
Maybe he actually
did find it lame and boring at our house!
One quick glance of the communal living room these guys shared was enough for me to see just how poorly Nick was equipped in the way of gaming.
My boyfriend wasn't one for video games, and compared to this place, our living room, even with it's huge TV and expensive sound system, was like being back in the stone age. No wonder Shawn had been bored out of his mind! And come to think of it, the poor guy was probably
coerced into babysitting me in the first place!
Big Mike approached our position and walked right over to where I was standing before extending his hand in a welcoming gesture.
I took it and smiled up at him as we exchanged greetings.
His hand was absolutely enormous in size!
Shawn also had a set of particularly big hands, and so did Nick and Zack.
But Mike's hands were just OUT of this world.
His palm was pretty much like the size of my face, and his fingers were relatively thick and stubby as well.
Unlike my boyfriend's muscular, work-hardened hands though, Big Mike's beastly paws were very soft and fleshy.
Even after we broke our handshake, I could feel the warmth and moistness of his palm. And it kinda grossed me out a little.
Not being ripped with muscles and not being overly handsome, Big Mike didn't really strike me as my type of guy.
But even so, being the guy I was, I couldn't quite stop myself from eyeing him up discreetly and lowering my gaze down towards his feet, which, unlike those of his two roommates,
weren't concealed inside shoes or sneakers.
Big Mike didn't seem to mind that his buddies were going around, wearing shoes and tracking dirt and dust all over the place.
He appeared perfectly content just wearing short, white ankles socks over his jumbo size 15 soles.
His socks, as it turns out, were actually over-the-ankle crew socks. Or rather, that's what they were
supposed to be.
Unfortunately for him though, the thick cotton bundles on his feet were simply too small to deal with his size, and ended up fitting on as ankle socks instead. Very large, very
crummy-looking ankle socks, I might add.
Sweaty hands aside, Big Mike sent out some rather positive vibes and I almost instantly felt a connection to him.
Maybe it was because he wasn't a jock, or maybe it stemmed from the fact that I wasn't attracted to him in the same way that I was to Chris and Shawn.
Either way, I already felt more comfortable with Mike than I did with the other two.
After allowing Big Mike and I a minute to get acquainted, Shawn walked over to his bedroom and invited me in so that I could set my bag of clothes down next to his bed.
Walking into Shawn's small, dimly lit room was like stepping into another world.
The level of clutter was astounding, but the smell is what ended up bothering me the most!
As the blinds were pulled open and a bit of sunlight poured in, I couldn't help but notice how walking across the bedroom was like navigating a minefield.
Jockstraps on door handles, crumpled up compression shorts, heavily-worn boxers, and socks of all kind strewn about the place in a rather careless fashion. It was chaos all around!
The blond jock didn't seem to care about that though. He simply walked over his own socks and boxers as though they weren't even there.
I just stood by the door, eyes wide as I observed the cramped confines of his room and wondered where to put my bag down.
Shawn made his bed and tried to give his bedroom a semblance of order by kicking stuff around and clearing a path across the floor.
That quickly resulted in mountains of smelly gear being piled up in different parts of the room.
Most of the socks on his floor looked like they hadn't been washed in AGES!
And the enormous boxers that adorned his computer chair and bedside carpet didn't look any better.
I'd had the distinct pleasure of being exposed to Shawn's underwear once before, and I vividly recall nearly puking my guts out when Nick tried to gag me with them. Had he done so, I would've probably ended up choking on my own vomit.
True, Nick's boxers certainly didn't smell like roses, but at least he had me to pick up after him.
Shawn on the other hand, had no one.
His giant briefs smelled of butt and balls even more than Nick's did!
Combine that with the fact that he was into sports and bodybuilding and that he didn't have a washer or dryer, and you basically have an instant recipe for disaster.
"Alright, come here." Shawn eventually ordered, signaling for me to put my bag down and approach his bed.
I begrudgingly obeyed, but the level of anticipation building up inside me grew when I saw the muscular hunk lift his gym bag up onto the bed and pull out the sleepsack he'd taken from our place.
"I have a basketball game this afternoon and I don't want you fucking goin' anywhere. Now strip to your underwear and get in." he commanded, laying the sleepsack out on it's front and pulling the back zipper open so that I could slide in.
"What?! No! Shawn, it's like noon!" I complained, slightly outraged at his plans to just coop me up inside his room and then leave.
The hunk took a step forward and I took a step back.
"I'm not gonna go anywhere! I promise...oww, let go! Shawwwn!"
"Dude, shut up." the brutish stud growled, grabbing my upper arm with his hand and pulling me back towards the bed.
I practically got my clothes torn off and quickly found myself wearing nothing but socks and underwear as I was pushed down to the bed and made to enter the sack.
I tried tricking the brute by getting in and placing my arms down at my sides, but he had apparently been briefed about how this cocoon-thing actually worked. Shame. If he would've zipped me up while my arms weren't in the sleeves, I would've had no trouble getting out of the sack once he had left.
"Put your arms IN the sleeves!" he ordered, sounding none too pleased at my efforts to be sneaky.
"Fuck." I mumbled beneath my breath, rolling my eyes and exhaling through my nose as I slid my arms inside the tight contraptions.
At that point, I knew that I was screwed.
There could be no escape from the spandex prison.
As soon as I had my arms in the sleeves, the brute lost no time in flipping me over on my stomach and zipping the sack shut, all the way up to the back of my neck. I struggled against the skin-tight cocoon's escape-proof confines, but it quickly became obvious that I wouldn't be going anywhere.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, a knock echoed on the other side of the bedroom door and Chris quickly came barging in.
"Yo bro! Hurry up, we need to get g...holy fuck!" his voice almost immediately trailed off.
Even though I couldn't see his face due to mine being smothered down inside the blond hunk's smelly pillow, I could well imagine his expression of astonishment as he laid eyes upon my heavily cocooned up form.
"Dude! What the fuck?!" Chris laughed, stepping in through the doorway and slowly making his way over towards the bed.
"Yeah, I need to make sure the fucker stays put." Shawn explained, speaking as though there was nothing abnormal about what he was doing to me.
A weight settled down right next to my upper body, and I knew that Chris was now sitting on the edge of the bed and eyeing me up.
This was obviously the first time he'd seen someone in a sleepsack before...not that it was surprising, considering how rare this shit actually was in the non-kinky world.
Probably wanting to see what the stretchy material was made of, the handsome brown haired jock ran a hand over my back and brushed his fingers against one of my arms.
I was just too embarrassed to react, and as smelly as Shawn's thick pillow was, I was more than happy to keep my face buried inside it.
At least that way I didn't have to look up and face the visiting jock's incredulous expression.
There was some shuffling around for a bit, and I knew from the sound of the zipper that Shawn was once again going through the contents of his gym bag.
When I heard the familiar hissing sound of air being sucked inside a rubber hand pump, I got a pretty got idea of what he was planning for me next.
"Dude! That it some kinky ass shit!" Chris laughed, quite clearly expressing disbelief at what he was seeing.
"Alright, hold his head up. I need to put this thing inside his mouth." Shawn instructed, asking his friend for assistance before climbing up on the bed and crouching down over my face.
"Bro, this is some seriously messed up business..." the visiting jock chuckled, putting a hand on top of my head and reaching down to grab my lower jaw.
My cheeks were bright red by that point, but even though I didn't want the rubber plug gag in my mouth, I didn't dare offer any resistance.
The handsome jock's big hands effortlessly picked my face up, allowing his blond friend to get a clear view of my face and present me with the already-inflated mouth plug.
Shawn had apparently seen fit to inflate the thing up, and I couldn't help but eye the gag in fear as the imposing prune-sized bulb was brought down to my face.
"Open." came the hairy muscle-man's immediate command.
The severity of his tone, the helplessness of my situation, and the fact that I was being manhandled and personally taken care of by not one but TWO straight Alphas, instantly melted down my will to resist.
My lips parted, Chris tightened his grip, and Shawn forced the fat rubber bulb inside my struggling mouth.
I whimpered and squirmed inside my sack as the plug filled me up.
But it was no use. I was to remain here, and I was to be kept silent.
Chris found the whole thing pretty amusing, but was apparently all too happy to play his part and keep my face from moving.
Shawn buckled the strap real tight behind my head and then grabbed the hand pump before giving it two extra squeezes, ensuring that the inflatable mouth plug filled every ounce of space inside my oral cavity.
"There. No talking." he growled, pointing his index finger straight at my face and adopting a rather stern, fatherly tone.
For a second there, I could swear he was acting like Nick.
His no-nonsense treatment of me was certainly reminiscent of that.
The blond jock quickly unscrewed the rubber hand pump from the front of the gag, threw it into his gym bag, and then tossed the bag back down to the floor before climbing off the bed and rummaging through the contents of his computer desk.
Without the hand pump there was no way to inflate the gag any further, but no way to deflate any air out of it as well.
"So we're just gonna leave him like that...with that fuckin' thing inside his mouth?" Chris asked, visibly still beside himself with disbelief.
"Yeah. I just need to find a fuckin' padlock to make sure Mike doesn't take his gag off." Shawn answered, causing his hot buddy to take pity on me and pat me on the head affectionately.
"Dude, I hate to be rushing you, but if we don't leave now we're gonna be late. The guys won't wait for us." he spoke, turning his attention away from me while still keeping a hand on the back of my head.
"I know, I know!" came Shawn's frustrated reply.
I kinda hoped he wouldn't find what he was looking for, but unfortunately for me, he did, and quickly ended up crouching down over my head and fixing up a small padlock to the buckle at the back of my upper neck.
No one would be able to mess around with my gag now.
No one but Shawn, that is.
"See ya later, buddy." Chris told me, before ruffling my hair up and following his friend out of the bedroom.
The light was turned off, the door was closed shut, and after a minute or two of chatting with Big Mike, the two of the were off to the basketball court.
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