CHAPTER 186 - MEETING JOSHUA
Wednesday, May 20 (3:00 PM)
Joshua's reaction to seeing me wasn't any different than what you might expect.
The guy was flabbergasted, to say the least.
I must've looked utterly dumb and silly just sitting there, zipped up in a sack with a rubber plug gag strapped to my face.
As soon as the stunningly handsome jock walked in through the door, the level of shame and discomfort I was experiencing went from zero to a hundred. I was perfectly okay being like this in Big Mike's presence, but felt extremely humiliated now that this new guy had come into play.
Looking back on this, I think my reaction was mostly due to Joshua's amazing looks and my inability to compete with them in my current state.
In short, I wanted to be attractive and catch his eye, but instead, I was forced to just sit there and look absolutely stupid!
Not exactly what I'd call making a
good first impression, if you know what I mean.
Hot looks aside, Joshua's attire immediately made my stomach knot up and sent all kinds of signals to my impressionable beta-male mind.
Not only was he hot as hell, but the shiny black nylon trackies and nice leather jacket he wore over his hoodie, complemented his pale skin rather well.
The dark attire also caused his golden hair and beat up white sneakers to stand out. And even though I was virtually enamored by his good looks, I just couldn't help but dwell on the sight of the crummy-looking white Nike TNs on his feet.
I absolutely loved trackies, and the combination of them being worm with a leather jacket and Nike TNs was just sublime!
From Joshua's shape and stature, it was obvious that he was pretty athletic.
But even with his jacket and hoodie on, I could tell he wasn't as beefed up or as jacked as Chris or Shawn.
He wasn't quite as tall as them either.
The guy seemed to be of more average height, probably standing close to 5'10 and weighing in at around 75 kilos; making him both taller and heavier than I was.
"Dude! Who the fuck is this?" Mister prince charming suddenly blurted out, lowering his gym bag to the ground and sitting himself down right next to me on the couch.
The sound of his creaking leather jacket and the swooshing on his noisy nylon trackies was all too familiar to my ears.
It reminded me of my own boyfriend's sporty attire.
My cheeks must've been cherry red by that point!
The fact that Joshua's question was directed specifically to Mike made me feel incredibly strange and helpless.
I couldn't even utter a sound or tell him what my name was. I had to just sit there, and allow Big Mike to fill this new guy in about who I was and what I was doing here.
I was a gimp. A sacked up, restrained and muzzled gimp!
"Joshua...meet Steven. He's gonna be our guest for a while...courtesy of Shawn." Mike explained, while at the same time keeping most of his attention focused on the video game he was playing.
"A friend of Shawn's, huh?" Joshua asked, wrapping his fingers around my lower jaw and turning my head left and right as a means to inspect me. "Why's he gagged like that?"
"I honestly have no idea. Shawn didn't say. All I know is he doesn't want the kid going anywhere or causing trouble." came the gentle giant's rather honest response.
"Anyways, why are you here?" Big Mike suddenly asked, causing me to realise that Joshua didn't even share this apartment in the first place.
My heart immediately sank.
I was really hoping to get to know this guy.
"I just came to see if Joey was in yet." the blond jock quickly answered, apparently oblivious or uncaring that Big Mike didn't seem appreciate him barging into the apartment without permission.
"No. He's not." came the larger man's rather nonchalant reply.
As I'd later come to find out, Joshua was one of the guys living in the apartment right across the corridor.
He and Shawn's roommate Joey must've been good friends. And from what I understood, the guys in both apartments often ended up gathering in a group and hanging out together.
Something was a bit off though, and it quickly became obvious that there was some sort of bad blood between the blue eyed stud and my 7-foot tall babysitter. Neither of them seemed particularly happy about being with each other.
It actually felt a little weird and awkward sitting there, wedged in between the two.
Still, Joshua was apparently unbothered by Big Mike's coldness and happily took his jacket off before wrapping his arms around me and pulling my helpless torso in towards his.
"Damn! This guy's kinda cute!" he chuckled, wrapping his arms and legs around my cocooned form and squeezing my cheeks together in a slightly condescending manner.
"Josh! Get your fuckin' shoes off the couch!" Mike complained, apparently not appreciating the younger-looking jock's attempt to make himself at home here.
In Mike's defence, Joshua's sneakers
did look pretty worn out and crummy.
I probably would've been a little pissed as well had this been my couch.
Funnily enough, Josh didn't comply with the giant man's request, and casually dismissed it by focusing all of his attention on me instead.
Even stranger was the fact that Big Mike didn't do a
thing about it and spent the next half hour ignoring us both and gaming in relative silence.
Yup, there was definitely some history between these two.
My thoughts were almost immediately drawn away from the lack of chemistry in the room, when my much rowdier blond captor started pinching my nostrils shut and fooling around with my breathing.
Not only was this guy brash and overconfident, but he apparently had quite a dominant streak in him as well!
"Mmmmph!" I screamed, trying to shake my head from side to side.
Instead of letting me go though, Joshua crossed his legs over mine and wrapped his left arm around my upper body.
I fought and squirmed, but the athletic jock had no trouble keeping my back pinned against his torso.
He spent the next half hour tormenting me and testing my limits by keeping his right hand clamped over my face and only allowing me some air every thirty seconds or so.
It wasn't long before I was out of breath and physically exhausted. But the dreamy, blue eyed stallion had no intent of stopping so soon.
He was having WAY too much fun at my expense.
Several times, the athletic man brought me to the verge of passing out.
And each time, he kept my nostrils covered right up to the last second.
Joshua was relentless.
As soon as I was done drawing a breath of air into my burning lungs, he'd cut me off and clamp his hand over my face to stop me from doing so again.
His hands weren't nearly as thick or as large as say, Nick's or Shawn's.
But his palms were still amply big enough to cover my chin, my mouth and most of my nose.
Even more frustrating was the fact that I couldn't call for help or do much to attract Mike's attention.
The rubber bulb in my mouth was seriously disabling, and the lack of air in my lungs made it impossible to vocalise any sort of muffled complaint.
Joshua's smothering was just so intense and unrelenting that it became borderline unbearable.
Every time I cried out, eyed his smothering hand and looked up to see his face, the jock's piercing blue orbs were staring straight down at me.
I pleaded with him and gave him the best puppy eyes I could muster, but the sexy motherfucker just gave me a cocky smirk and kept his suffocating hand over my trembling face.
"Dude, stop that. You're gonna fuckin' kill him!" Mike complained, quickly tearing his eyes off the TV screen and noticing what was going on.
Joshua merely chuckled and smirked before releasing his grip and allowing me to breathe once more.
"Haha! Little fucker." he teased, giving me a light tap on the cheek before playfully ruffling my hair up.
I mmpphhed in protest, but once I was done recovering from the ordeal, I was actually quite happy to be lying in his arms while he took selfies of us with his phone.
With Big Mike now fully engrossed in his video game, the blond jock pretty much had complete dominion over me and quickly took on the role of designated babysitter.
The scent of his leather jacket permeated the air I was breathing, and I couldn't help but notice how good his hoodie smelt, while lying there, curled up in his arms.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, this brazen, blond haired college jock would end up playing a pivotal role throughout the next few years of my life.
Even after that unwarranted display of dominance and the lack of a proper face to face introduction, something about this guy just resonated with me a great deal.
I wanted to get to know him.
I wanted to
know Josh.
And as it turns out, I would! And quite well, at that.
Before you go ahead and assume that rest of my stay at Shawn's place was all fun and games though, I should maybe tell you about some of the other guys I was forced to meet during my visit.
Josh, Chris and Mike had all been fairly nice and friendly with me so far.
But as I'd come to learn, not all of Shawn's college buddies would end up rubbing me the right way.