Note from the author: This is the 100th and final installment of Bound and Gagged in a Sleeping Bag (Part III) Very much looking forward to hearing all your thoughts and expectations at the end of this entry.
Chapter 100 - Ending The Cycle
Saturday, April 22 (2:00 PM)
Brad and Shawn were both sitting on the couch playing video games when Nick and I suddenly barged in.
The puzzled expression on their faces was precious, and to my great satisfaction, Nick
wasn't going out of his way to hide the fact that he was having fun.
"You're soaking wet." he laughed, ignoring the puzzled looks that his buddies were giving us, and quickly taking his fat parka and gloves off. The hunk threw his sports cap onto his jacket and casually kicked his big, worn-out basketball shoes off before leaving them on the entrance carpet.
The hoodie he'd lent me was thick enough to absorb the rain without wetting the clothes I was wearing underneath, but my head was indeed soaking wet.
I laughed a bit and quickly took my wet shoes off so that I wouldn't track water and dirt all over the place.
I was thrilled. Thrilled that Nick was treating me like a normal human being in front of his buddies.
A few months ago, he would've probably put up a stern and serious face after walking into the cottage with me.
Being seen laughing and enjoying the company of a mere beta-male like myself, might have been interpreted as a sign of weakness on his part.
But the fact that he no longer went out of his way to hide his affection for me, really showed how secure and confident he had become.
Whereas Brad's behaviour and general condescension towards Jeremy betrayed a deep sense of fear and insecurity, Nick's behaviour toward me showed maturity and confidence. He was so confident and secure about himself and his role as an Alpha, that he no longer felt the need to publicly demonstrate his superiority in front of his friends.
Brad gave us permission to use his old dryer so that we could dry out our stuff, and I quickly used the opportunity to throw in my damp socks along with the hoodie Nick had lent me.
The tent and sleeping bag could stay packed in the truck for now.
Besides, with the amount of rain coming down, it's not like we'd be needing the gear any time soon.
Nick lost no time in heading for the living room and plopping himself down between his two buddies.
I, on the other hand, went straight to Jeremy, who was alone in the kitchen and busy cooking a pasta casserole.
We spoke for a bit, and although he appeared to be physically okay, I could see a few marks and creases on his face from all the duct tape that had been wrapped around his head.
The kinky being living inside of me wanted to tease the kid and ask him how he enjoyed gagging on Shawn's sock last night, but the expression on Jeremy's face quickly told me to drop the issue for now and talk about something else.
As I stood there, watching his movements, I couldn't help but notice that he was really good at was he was doing.
For such a young guy, he certainly did have a knack for kitchen work!
Cooking was always a valuable skill to have, especially for a sub.
When I tried to compliment him about, he casually brushed it off as though it were nothing.
From his reaction, I knew that he either wasn't very good at accepting compliments, or simply wasn't used to them.
When Jeremy finally asked me where Nick and I had gone, I lied and told him we'd woken up early this morning and decided to head out for an early hike around the lake.
I REALLY wanted to tell him what had happened. REALLY wanted to tell my friend that I'd lost my virginity last night, and explain to him how my big, strapping lover had snatched me up by force and taken me into the safety and privacy of his own tent and sleeping bag.
But as much as I wanted to share my joy with him and give him a detailed account of my first time with Nick, I knew it would just tare him down and make him long for his own Master's affection.
We chatted for a while longer, until I ended up heading for washroom and taking a shower.
My anus still felt a little sore and tender, but the rest of my body felt fantastic.
As I stepped out of the tub and looked at the young man staring at me through the foggy mirror, I couldn't help but smile and feel a little proud at the fact that I'd snagged a crazy hot guy for myself.
Obviously, a night of passionate sex under the stars wouldn't take care of all my doubts and insecurities, but it was a start. I'd be lying if I told you that my problems didn't seem a bit more distant than they usually seemed.
Nick's humongous boner had left me bruised and tender, but it certainly had a way of inspiring self-confidence, I'll give it that.
The rest of the afternoon went by without any incident.
The rain eventually subsided, but the ground was so wet that it seemed highly unlikely the boys would opt for building a campfire.
All in all, the weather
was a bit disappointing, but it still wasn't a huge loss.
Besides, Nick would probably find
some way of making our stay indoors a lot of fun tonight.
I could only hope it wouldn't involve me being his duct tape mummy again.
By the time we settled in the living room to eat the supper Jeremy had prepared, half the cottage smelled like Nick's rotten socks. A sickeningly strong, cheesy smell permeated the air around us and quickly caused my friend and I to lose our appetites.
Brad complained about the smell a few times, but the blond hunk simply laughed and crossed his giant soles up on the coffee table. "Deal with it, losers." he smirked, smiling cockily as he wiggled his socked toes in an attempt to gross us out even more.
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The smell of my lover's feet was driving me crazy, but from the looks of it, poor Jeremy was having even more trouble dealing with it than I was.
Shawn didn't really pay me any attention, and Brad was being his usual horrible-self, calling Jeremy a faggot, spitting in his plate and ordering him to eat from the floor like a dog.
The boy said nothing and simply put his plate down on the carpet floor before getting on his hands and knees and obeying his Master.
Brad not only made the kid eat from the floor, but also make him lick everyone's plates clean...everyone's except mine, that is.
"Haha. He's like your personal dishwasher." Nick laughed, bending down to ruffle Jeremy's hair up.
I thought his joke in was poor taste, but decided to keep my mouth shut nonetheless.
It wasn't my place to say anything, especially not in front of two other Alphas.
As soon as we finished eating, the Big Boys resumed their video game tournament and Jeremy and I got up to collect the dishes.
I tried to get him to talk a bit, but he was pretty non-responsive and lethargic by that point.
Being humiliated by one guy was one thing. Being humiliated in front of a
bunch of guys, was another.
As soon as we finished clearing the dishes and washing all the pots and pans, I asked Jeremy if he wanted to play a board game with me. But he declined and simply told me he was too tired and still exhausted from what he'd been through last night.
I accepted his response and slowly followed him as he made his way back to the living room.
Nick motioned for me to come and sit myself between him and his cousin.
Brad and Jeremy on the hand, didn't exchange a single word.
The boy wasn't allowed speaking to his Master unless spoken to, especially when other guys were around.
I scooted in between the two muscular hunks and looked on with sad eyes as my friend settled at his own Master's feet, facing away from the TV and keeping his gaze fixed on the floor between Brad's shoes.
That was no life, I thought to myself.
Even for a sub.
At around 8 PM, Brad got up off the couch and called it an early night.
From what I understood, the bunch of us would apparently be getting up early in the morning and head out for a fishing trip on the lake.
After stretching his arms out and giving me an uncharacteristic ruffle on the head, Brad wished his buddies goodnight and headed for his bedroom, his battered, young submissive quickly walking behind him.
Nick wanted to call it a night as well, but after a bit of debating, I eventually managed to convince him to stay up a bit later, saying that we'd slept in late and that I wasn't tired enough to sleep yet.
Shawn and I quickly decided to look through Brad's Blu-ray collection and eventually settled for watching the first of the Terminator movies; one of Nick's all time favourites.
Even though Shawn was sitting there next to us, Nick allowed me to cuddle up against him during the movie and even wrapped an arm around me to pull me in closer.
I can't even
begin to tell you how good and safe I felt just sitting there, squashed between my hunky lover and his big, beefy twenty-year-old cousin.
I guess the emotional roller coaster I'd been through in the past twenty four hours must've drained me more than I initially thought, 'cause I ended up dosing off half way into the movie and only woke up in time for the credits.
By the time the movie had ended, I found myself with my head resting on my lover's lap.
I quickly sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my tired eyes, apologizing to Nick for dozing off during the movie.
A little ironic, considering I was the one who'd been pushing for us to stay up.
"You're not the only one who fell asleep." the blond King suddenly chuckled, 'causing me to look at his cousin, who was also completely out of it and sleeping with his mouth wide open.
Nick woke Shawn up and slowly stood up off the couch so that he could stretch his limbs out.
He put the Blu-ray disc back in its case and turned the TV and audio system off before wishing his cousin goodnight and guiding me out of the living room.
By the time I got to bed, it was almost 11 PM and I was very much looking forward to slipping under the sheets and curling up against my dominant Alpha.
Nick took me to the bedroom, pulled my t-shirt and pants off, and tucked me in real snug before heading out to take a quick shower.
That's pretty much when everything started spiralling out of control.
The next hours went by so fast, but even to this day, the memories were still pretty vivid in my head.
I remember Nick coming back to bed, and remember him turning all the lights out.
His large hands slipped around my slender waist, and soon his huge arms wrapped themselves around me and pulled me in close to his powerful body.
It was pitch black in the room and even though we were both pretty tired, the hunk's massive boner was rock-solid and threatened to force it's way inside my jockstrap-clad ass for a second night in a row.
I struggled a bit, but my aroused lover just growled and wrapped his massive thighs and biceps around me even tighter.
I tried whimpering and tried telling him that I was still sore from last night, but he wasn't listening and kept grinding his huge boner against my exposed crack.
When one of his big hands suddenly clamped itself over my face, I thought that he was gonna take me by force.
But instead of ramming his angry cockhead inside of me, the hunk clamped his hand over my face and ordered me to be quiet.
"Shhh! Listen." he suddenly ordered, quickly raising his head up as though he'd heard a strange noise of some sort.
Everything went silent for a while. The only thing I heard was Nick's breathing and the sound of my heartbeat.
Then, we heard a loud bang on the wall and heard a weird noise coming from Brad's room, which was right next to ours.
My hunky lover quickly let go of me and rolled over before the bedside lamp back on.
He placed a finger over his lips, signaling for me to be quiet.
The noises stopped for about thirty seconds, but then we heard another loud thud coming from neighbouring room.
At first, I thought Brad must've been playing with Jeremy, but the ensuing racket convinced me that something more sinister was happening just a few meters away from where Nick and I were resting.
I gave Nick a worried look when I heard the unmistakable sound of a muffled cry.
A series of sharp noises echoed through the poorly insulated wall separating the two bedrooms, and more muffled cries ended up joining the fray.
Something was wrong. Something was
very wrong.
I could feel it.
I knew Brad was beating Jeremy, probably beating him with a belt or another object.
I felt a knot form in my stomach and felt a lump of saliva build up in my throat.
Everything inside of me was telling me that this wasn't right.
Every fiber of my being was urging me to do something...
anything!
I looked at Nick with wide, pleading eyes, and even remember putting a hand on his upper right arm.
I wanted him to do something.
I wanted the muffled cries to stop.
Nick closed the lights off and let out a deep sigh before finally putting his head down against his pillow and looking up at the ceiling.
We continued lying there, in the dark...neither of us speaking for a while.
I could hear Brad's voice, but couldn't make out what he was saying.
Obviously, he was speaking in a low tone, probably thinking we wouldn't be able to hear anything from within our room.
I was crying by that point, and wasn't able to stop myself from sniffling away as tears streamed down from the corners of my eyes.
The sounds coming from the other room were unmistakeable.
The big, bad bully was beating my friend up and torturing him.
Jeremy would never admit it to me, but I
knew Brad was the one behind those scars that lined my friend's face.
I ended up sobbing for a bit, but Nick still said nothing.
Every time I'd tried to talking to him about the unhealthy relationship between those two, the hunk had made it perfectly clear that it wasn't any of our business and that he had no plans of interfering in his friend's affairs.
Things went silent again for a while.
But just as I was about to close my eyes again, I heard another thud shake the wall, almost as though someone had banged their head on it. Moans and sharp noises continued coming from the neighbouring room, until Nick just finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck!" he grunted, banging one of his clenched fists down against the mattress.
The naked hunk sprang up from the bed, turned the lights on and started putting his socks, underwear and pants on.
He grabbed the door handle and was about to step out, but stopped mid-way and quickly turned towards me.
I just sat up and looked at him, desperately wanting to know where he was going and what he planned on doing.
Instead, the handsome blue-eyed beast gave me a dead serious look and pointed a finger straight at my face before uttering his next instructions.
"You stay there, and you keep the door shut." he ordered, frowning deeply as he peered straight into my terrified eyes.
He was adamant.
I was to stay put and not go anywhere.
The hunk waited for me to nod my head before stepping out the bedroom and closing the door behind him.
I immediately sprang out of bed and ran up to the bedroom door so that I could stick my ear against it and hear what was going on.
For a while there, I heard nothing.
But after about a minute of careful listening, I heard Brad's bedroom door swing open and heard the two guys beginning to argue about something.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could tell from their tone of voice that something bad was about to happen. Whatever they were arguing about, the conflict was about to escalate.
Nick said something, Brad's voice got louder and suddenly, there was a loud crash...almost like a lamp falling on the floor and breaking.
The walls shook as a series of loud thuds and noises echoed through the small cottage.
Shawn's voice joined the fray and the rumbling got even louder.
I stood there, my eyes wide in panic as the sounds of grunting and muffled yelling made it to my ears.
I didn't know what was happening.
I had no idea whether or not Nick was in trouble, or whether or not he needed my help.
Tears started running down my face and my legs started shaking.
My heart was beating so fast, yet I felt so helpless, so afraid...
More thuds echoed from out of Brad's bedroom, and suddenly, everything went silent again.
I kept my ear pinned against the door, my heart nearly beating its way out of my chest.
When I heard a set of heavy footsteps drawing closer, I immediately fell back to the floor and crawled away, fearing for the worst.
The door flung open, and to my great relief, Nick was the one to walk into the bedroom.
A look at his face quickly dimmed my sense of relief though.
He was bleeding from two cuts on his lips and a cut on one of his eyebrows.
An even greater feeling of shock washed over me when Shawn walked in the room, with a visibly battered Jeremy slung over his shoulder.
Nick looked at me, his face displaying an expression of grim determination that I'd rarely witnessed before.
He spoke few words, but from his tone and expression, I knew this wasn't the time for questions.
"Get our stuff." he ordered. "We're leaving."
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