Chapter 113 - Therapy Session
Sunday, April 23 (2:30 PM)
Zack wasn't lying when he'd said he'd be back in two minutes.
Without so much as a word, the handsome, heavily-built stud climbed on the bed and helped me up into a sitting position before grabbing another coil of rope from the pile he'd prepared.
I looked up into his face as he lassoed the sturdy red cord around my chest and upper arms, and couldn't help but become all tingly when his eyes suddenly met mine.
"What?" he asked, chuckling mildly and no doubt curious as to why I'd been eyeing his face so intently.
I said nothing, even as he continued wrapping the rope around my torso. Instead, I bit my lower lip and focused my gaze on those enormous arms of his. His forearms were thick and strong, but his biceps and shoulders were truly massive! I watched his muscles bulge and had to resist the urge to draw closer and worship them with my mouth. I had a SERIOUS thing for muscular guys and as far as physical attraction went, Zack was very much my type.
The stud smirked as I sat there watching his huge arm muscles bulge in unison. He lassoed my upper body up real tight and wrapped the rope close to a dozen times around my chest and arms before fixing up a complex series of knots behind my back. This was really restrictive. And even though my captor was being very gentle and considerate, he was putting a lot of muscle into these binds.
A pair of large hands took hold of me and eased be back down into a lying position on my stomach.
The stud pressed his strong fingers into my shoulders and massaged to back of my neck for a few seconds, before grabbing Nick's large pillow and fitting it under my head.
"You okay?" he asked, once again putting a hand on the back of my head to make sure I was alright.
I couldn't help but feel comforted by the level of concern he was showing.
"Mm hum" I nodded, before closing my eyes and burying my face down into my lover's pillow.
The rope was real tight around my wrists and upper arms. Zack was kind and gentle with me, but his ropework was a sharp contrast. His knots were giving me no slack whatsoever.
The stud slowly made his way down to where my feet were resting, and a set of warm fingers wrapped themselves around my ankles before pulling them up off the bed.
My ankles were quickly lassoed together, and pretty soon my hunky babysitter was wrapping the rope up around and between my ankles to make sure I couldn't get away to use my legs to escape.
"Haha, you're fucked now. Aren't you kiddo?" he laughed, pulling the rope hard and knotting the loose ends up to further secure my restraints.
I could do nothing but grind my hips down into the mattress and silently moan inside my lover's lofty pillow.
Zack's strong hands and that sexy deep voice of his was driving me crazy.
The brown haired stallion continued trussing me up, this time by restraining my upper legs together and wrapping the rope around my thighs over a dozen times.
Familiar hands took hold of my bound ankles, and suddenly I knew I was being placed into a hogtie.
A very
tight hogtie.
There wasn't much slack between my ankles and my bound wrists.
The dominant Alpha began trussing my bound limbs up together, causing my body to arch backwards and rendering me
completely useless. From that point on, the only thing I could do besides moving my head, was wiggle my toes and fingers around and cry out for help. And I had no idea how long even
that small bit of freedom would last.
Had Nick been the one trussing me up, my mouth would've already been clogged up on some giant, foul-smelling sock by now. Luckily for me though, my current captor
probably wasn't as cruel as my own Master was when it came to gags and mouth-stuffings.
Satisfied with his work, the stud quickly started going over all the knots, his big forearms and biceps bulging as his surprisingly adept fingers worked their magic.
He must've been enjoying this, I figured.
Why else would he have trussed me up and knotted me down so tight?
I mean, it's not as though I would've been able to actually
go anywhere. Yet here he was, rechecking the knots, double-knotting any loose ends and making sure my restraints were secured extra tight.
When Zack crouched down above my head to fiddle around with the knots he had fixed between my shoulder blades, I couldn't help but raise my head a little and steal a glance at those MASSIVE thighs of his.
I could only
imagine how hot he'd look wearing gym shorts or something even tighter, like a wrestling singlet.
"There...this ought to keep you outta trouble." the brown haired muscle-god finally spoke.
"Think you can get out of my knots?" he asked, flashing me a cocky smirk on that stunningly handsome face of his.
I struggled for a bit, or rather
tried to struggle.
"No, Sir." I answered through gritted teeth, wincing at the tightness of my bonds.
With my wrists tied down to my thighs and my heels practically touching my elbows, I wouldn't be able to get out of Zack's hogtie even if my life depended on it. Not in a million years.
This guy really didn't want me going anywhere.
The jock suddenly looked down at me and noticed the way I was eyeing him...or rather, the way I was eyeing the sizeable bulge inside his grey sweatpants.
An amused smile quickly took shape on his lips as he stood up on the bed and towered high above me.
I recognised that smile. It was the same one Nick made every time he was about to set one of his devious ideas into motion.
I craned my neck up and tried twisting my head around to see what my captor was doing.
But it was already too late.
Zack's enormous weight suddenly settled on my upper back, and those gigantic thighs of his clamped down on both sides of my puny body.
As soon as I realised what was happening, I attempted to cry out.
But the beefy stud's weight knocked the wind right out of my lungs and pressed my face back down into my boyfriend's lofty pillow.
"Nnnoommpphhff..." was all I managed to cry out.
Zack chuckled at my demise as he sat there and straddled my much smaller, tightly-hogtie form.
The familiar warmth of a strong hand wrapped itself around my bound ankles, and suddenly all hell broke loose.
"Aggh!" I cried out, as curious fingers suddenly brushed against my vulnerable sock-clad soles.
No! NO! This
couldn't be happening.
"Aaaggghhh!" I yelled out again.
My eyes widened in panic when I heard the sexy muscle-beast chuckle on top of me. But it's only when I felt him pulling my socks off that I knew I was in serious trouble.
Zack wasn't kidding when he said he'd help take my mind off things.
As noble as his intentions may have been, this was NOT what I had in mind.