Chapter 106 – Steven's Turn
Sunday, April 23 (2:30 AM)
Nick took his tight-fitting t-shirt off and threw it to the floor before sitting on the bed and rubbing the sides of his forehead. I stepped into the room, but before I had a chance to close the door behind us, I was told to leave it partially open. Even though the living room was at the other end of the house, Nick wanted keep an eye on things tonight.
As soon as we were both inside the bedroom, I lost no time in expressing my concerns about the whole Brad and Jeremy situation.
"What if Brad shows up tonight?" I asked. "What if he breaks in while we're asleep?"
I didn't wanna stress my lover out more than he already was, but my concerns were very legitimate.
Brad was a real danger. Not only to Jeremy, but to me as well.
"He won't show up." Nick finally responded, after apparently giving my question some amount of thought.
I was about to ask him how he could know that for certain, but the jock's expression quickly convinced me not to press the issue. "Stop worrying about Brad." he warned me. "You leave him to me. Understood?"
His answer did not satisfy me, but I had no choice but to tuck tail and drop the subject.
"Yes, Sir." I answered, quickly casting my gaze downwards in an unmistakeable display of submission.
"Now get your scrawny ass in bed." he ordered, grabbing the heavy down comforter and yanking it off the sheets. The 240-pound goliath kicked his huge basketball shoes off and peeled away his terribly putrid socks before swinging his legs up into bed and allowing his powerful torso to fall back against the mattress.
I stripped to my tight jockstrap and immediately got in bed, working a cozy position for myself under my lover's warm sheets.
Nick pulled his nylon trackies off and carelessly tossed them to the floor before extending his left arm towards the bedside lamp and shutting it off, instantly bathing the room in darkness.
Neither of us spoke for while, and from his lack of movement I was almost certain he'd fallen asleep.
But the hunk must've felt my gaze on him, 'cause after a few minutes of staring up at the ceiling, he turned his head sideways to look at me.
"You okay?" he asked, slowly rolling on his side so that we were both staring at each other.
I nodded my head, not wanting to admit how shaken up I was at the events of tonight.
In truth though, I wasn't feeling okay, and I'm sure Nick was smart enough to realise that.
"Nick..." I finally spoke, raising my head up a little, to better see his face.
It was too dark to see his expression, but thanks to the soft moonlight filtering through the thin curtains, I could still see the basic outlines of my lover's face and body.
"I'm sorry the weekend turned out like it did." I told him, talking about his violent altercation with Brad.
"I just want you to know....I think you did the right thing." I added, trying to make him believe I was in agreement with what he'd done, and trying to convince myself that we'd made the right choice.
I truth, I had no idea.
My own fears were telling me that Nick and I had severely miscalculated Jeremy's sense of belonging to Brad, and that Brad's hold over the boy was much stronger than either of us had originally thought.
Looking back on the night's events, leaving Jeremy there wouldn't have been right either...
So I guess Nick DID do the right thing after all.
It was just hard to see Jeremy's liberation under a positive light, especially given the way he was responding to it right now.
The damage we'd caused by separating Jeremy from his oppressive master, would probably prove insignificant compared to what a few more months under Brad would've done to him.
THAT'S what I had to keep telling myself. And I knew Nick was probably doing the same on his end.
Nick probably appreciated the support I was giving him, but he didn't say anything.
He just rolled over on his back and fixed his gaze back up towards the ceiling.
I knew he had a lot on his mind right now, and could tell that wasn't particularly in the mood to cuddle at this point. But that didn't stop me from crawling over to him and snuggling up to his side like a little puppy in need of affection.
I wanted to touch him. I wanted to help him relax. But ultimately, I wanted to feel his heat on my skin.
I couldn't stand seeing Nick stressed out like this, and although he did his best to keep a controlled front, I knew he was very unhappy with the events that had taken place tonight.
At first, I just nuzzled up against his side and put my hands on his right arm.
But then I watched his huge chest rise and fall with each breath, and couldn't help but crawl closer and pucker my lips around his right nipple.
My nostrils flared open and I used my tongue to start tracing circles around it.
His skin tasted so good.
Still, the beast remained impassive.
I continued kissing and licking my lover's broad, muscular chest, savouring his taste and enjoying his scent.
There was so much strength in his muscles...so much power.
Being close to him made me feel weak, but wonderfully secure at the same time.
Seeing him just lying there, was like watching a dormant volcano. Calm yet fear-inspiring.
After worshiping his giant pecs for a whole minute, I quickly made my way down his abdomen and started sampling his abs, extending my tongue to taste the skin covering his tight abdominal muscles and using the opportunity to sniff in his warm, earthy scent.
When the blond hunk finally moaned and raised his arms up to cross his hands behind his head, I knew that he was enjoying my ministrations.
That was my cue.
I immediately moved my face towards his upper torso and got to work worshiping those enormous biceps of his.
I kissed, licked and kissed some more, using my mouth to explore every inch of his giant muscles.
His big armpit bush tickled my chin as I did so, but I didn't care.
Nick was a clean guy, and he always wore deodorant.
I wasn't a fan of his furry pits, but that wouldn't stop me from enjoying what his body had to offer.
I kissed and licked his right bicep some more, before finally focusing my attention back on those big, broad pecs of his. He was real proud of those, and I knew he enjoyed the attention I was giving them.
I was getting more aroused by the second. We both were.
Seconds eventually turned into minutes, and I couldn't help but brush past his collarbone and start kissing his neck.
I buried my nose under his jaw and took in my Alpha's scent before kissing his neck and angling my head upwards in an attempt to get closer to his face. I could feel his rough stubble under my lips, could feel his pulse and the warmth of his skin.
That was my first mistake.
The beast remained passive at first.
But as soon as I puckered my lips against the underside of his jaw, that changed.
Without any warning, I was lifted up off the mattress and roughly thrown back down.
In a flash, Nick was on top of me...big, pumped up muscles and all.
I knew this would happen, but the suddenness and sheer force of his reaction caught me totally off guard.
Touching his face was kind of off limits to me.
I wasn't allowed to kiss him on the lips unless he initiated it, and wasn't even allowed touching his face unless he told me to.
Brushing my lips against his jawline was provocation enough, but if I'm to be truly honest with you, I was kinda hoping for a strong reaction from him. I feel selfish for saying this, but after watching him care for Jeremy so well, I REALLY felt like it was my turn getting some attention right now.
I tried making myself small and submissive by curling up into a ball and lowering my head down.
I even moaned and whimpered a little, hoping to let the muscle-King know that I wasn't trying to defy his authority. He was the boss, there could be no doubt about it.
The stud grunted and towered over me, puffing his chest up and lifting a hand over my face as if to slap me.
I immediately brought my arms up to shield myself, but he just grabbed my puny wrists and yanked them away before giving me face not one, but TWO mild slaps.
I cried out and whimpered, but quickly found myself being manhandled again.
The hulking giant flipped me on my belly and shoved my face in his pillow before collapsing down on top of me and yanking his thick, musky comforter over our bodies.
The air was knocked right out of my lungs when the blond stallion came down on top of me.
But I quickly found myself enjoying the position once he started wrapping his huge limbs around my puny body.
I definitely wasn't going anywhere, not with all the weight and muscle keeping me in check.
I felt my Master's prominent bulge grind itself pretty deep inside my vulnerable butt crack, but was forced into silence when a large hand clamped itself over my entire lower face.
I moaned and drove my hips into the mattress, but Nick just growled and used his tongue to lick the back of my left ear.
I couldn't move. Couldn't make a sound or even call for help.
I was his little prisoner, just the way he liked it.
I moaned deeply, trying to let my big boyfriend know that I couldn't breathe inside his giant hand.
"Uhhmmphhh...uuummmphh!" I cried out, eventually managing to get my message across before it was too late.
Sometimes I felt like he failed to realise just how big he was compared to us "regular" people.
Nick loosened his handgag a little and allowed me to sniff in some air, but he still kept his hand over my face and continued using his huge arms and legs to squash me down like a bug.
I was going nowhere.
For the first time since leaving the cottage, I actually felt at peace, as though all my worries had flown out the window somehow.
Nick was SO big and heavy, and he made me feel so warm and safe. I could do nothing but moan inside his hand and sniff up the scent of his skin. I felt so good. So safe. I remember closing my eyes, and then...everything went fuzzy.
When I woke up, it was still dark in the room.
Nick was still on top of me, holding me protectively inside his super beefy arms and making sure my body was safely tucked underneath his much heavier, much larger body.
If my bladder hadn't been so full, I would've gladly slept through the rest of the night.
But the fact of the matter was, I really needed pee!
I tried wiggling out of my bodyguard's grasp and slipping out from underneath him, but he was just way too big and heavy. He weighed a hundred pounds more than I did, and was quite literally sleeping on top of me.
Add to that the fact that his biceps were the size of my thighs and that his thighs were twice as thick as my own, and yeah...you might start to get an accurate picture.
Nick was also a heavy sleeper, so it usually took more than one attempt to wake him up.
Eventually though, I did manage to stir him out of his sleep and get him to let me go.
The beefy hunk huffed, probably feeling tired and a little annoyed at the fact that he had to move so I could get out of bed. He really liked being on top of me, knowing that he could pin me down just by resting his weight on me. I really enjoyed that too...but sometimes I found myself wishing he'd be just a little lighter and less buff.
Nick slowly got off from on top of me, and allowed me to crawl out of bed and make my way to the washroom, which is exactly what I did.
After emptying my bladder and washing my hands, I quickly stepped out the washroom and decided to tiptoe my way into the living room, where Shawn and Jeremy were sleeping. It was dark in the house, but I knew where everything was, and streetlights did filter in through the blinds and windows a bit.
The first thing I noticed when I entered the living room, was the really strong, cheesy scent that permeated the air.
Damn! It smelled like moldy cheese!
It smelled like...aww fuck! It smelled like Shawn's socks!
Mustering up the courage to brave the foul stench, I quietly tiptoed closer to where my friend was sleeping and was glad to see Jeremy's bundled up form, still snuggly strapped down to the cot and safely zipped up inside my lover's fat bag.
He was fast asleep under the effect of those melatonin pills by now, but he probably hadn't fallen asleep as soon as Nick and I had left the room to call it a night.
The thick ratchet straps securing down to the bed appeared to be fastened quite a bit tighter than how Nick had originally secured them, which led me to believe that Jeremy might've tried struggling out of my boyfriend's bag at some point. Either that, or Shawn had just taken it upon himself to make the restraints a lot stricter.
Given how tightly he'd closed the hood up and knotted those cords together though, I had to admit...the second option was a distinct possibility.
Still, this was all for Jeremy's safety.
He could not be allowed to escape, and could not be left without proper supervision. At least, not in his current state of mind.
Glad to see my friend safely strapped down inside my boyfriend's monstrously thick expedition bag, I quietly made my way back to the bedroom, and slowly attempted to climb back in bed.
To my surprise, Nick was still half-awake and fully intent on pulling me back underneath him.
And so, I was once again pulled under my dominant Alpha's embrace and kept prisoner under those great, big muscles of his. I closed my eyes and easily slipped back into the dream world.