Chapter 58 - Pride and Jealousy
By the time I heard the heavy footsteps approaching our position, it was already too late.
I scrambled to get up and frantically gestured for Jeremy to get out of the closet as fast as he could.
The lad barely had time to get out and close the door shut before Nick popped into view.
I felt the blood rush out of my face as I stood up to face the approaching stud.
"There you are!" he said, standing tall and looking at my startled, half-guilty face with a sudden look of interest.
Jeremy and I were both a little startled by the blond hunk's sudden appearance, but at the same time, we were both very relieved that we'd managed to avoid getting caught.
We weren't doing anything
wrong, but it would've been a little weird for Nick to find Jeremy in the closet, sniffing his big old work boots.
The handsome muscle-man was sweaty as sin, and was
literally dripping sweat all over the floor.
His large, naked pecs heaved vigorously and I could tell by the big, brown boxing gloves he still wore over his hands, that he and Brad were engaged in a serious workout.
His blond hair was matted down and thick streams of sweat trickled from his neck and pits, rolling down his giant pecs and chiseled abdomen before finally seeping into his blue running shorts. The boxers he was wearing were probably soaking wet right now, and his socks and trainers must've been literally drenched!
It was gross, yet a little alluring at the same time.
"What's going on? What are you boys doing in here?" he asked, no doubt getting some strange vibes from the fact that Jeremy and I were both sporting guilty faces...as though we were hiding something.
"Umm, nothing. I was just showing Jeremy around." I lied, doing my best to regain my usual composure, but failing to escape my childhood friend's all-knowing gaze.
Nick frowned a little and then looked at Jeremy.
His senses were probably more acute than I gave him credit for, 'cause from the look he gave both of us, I could tell he wasn't buying my cheap cover story.
He knew something was up.
Thankfully, he left it at that and didn't seem interested enough to press us for answers.
"Alright." he said, lifting his right hand up and using his thick, muscular forearm to wipe the sweat off his brow.
"You boys getting along?" he asked, giving both Jeremy and I a hard, meaningful stare.
"Yup." I immediately answered, nodding my head and smiling a bit.
Jeremy was a nice enough kid, and something told me it would be hard not to get along with him, given how compliant and uncomplicated he seemed.
Nick seemed satisfied by my response, but still fixed his gaze back on younger lad.
I watched as the big, hunky blond beast stepped forward and used his index finger to lift the boy's chin up.
Jeremy looked terrified, and for some reason, I felt a mixture of arousal and jealousy at the sight of Nick interacting with him.
"I asked you a question, boi." Nick spoke, standing tall and assuming a deep, fatherly tone.
"Are you getting along with Steven?"
Jeremy looked up into the hulking stud's piercing blue eyes and nodded his head frantically.
"Yes, Sir. Yes Master Nick." he answered, nervously fixing his gaze back down to the prominent, glistening pecs in front of his eyes.
The boy was truly puny. He looked like a fucking bug compared to Nick.
The muscular jock was a full head taller than the young, green-eyed lad, and his chest was wider than the boy's shoulders!
Jeremy was just a few centimeters shorter than I was, but Nick apparently
really liked that.
It made sense, since all the jock's ex-girlfriends were small and petite.
Come to think of it, the same could be said for pretty much all the chicks he used to bang back in school.
He couldn't help but look down and smirk cockily as the poor lad stared at his huge pecs and giant biceps, eyeing them in both fear and respect.
"Wanna touch?" Nick asked, bringing his right arm up and flexing his huge bicep right in front of Jeremy's face.
Before Jeremy even had the chance to respond, Nick used his left boxing glove-clad hand to pull the boi in towards his torso.
"Come here, feel that muscle. Put your hands around it." he ordered, causing the nervous teen to slowly extend his hands and touch the jock's massive bicep.
Jeremy wrapped his hands around Nick's beefy right arm, but his fingers couldn't touch each other.
Nick invited me to do that same, and pulled me in close so that I too could pay tribute to his big, sweaty biceps.
"Come here. Feel these pipes." he said, ordering me to walk up to him before flexing his huge muscles right in front of my face.
To his great delight, I couldn't fully wrap my hands around his upper arms either.
He just stood there, puffing up his big chest and smirking down at us as we touched and looked on in awe at the size of his biceps.
"Feel this." he said, grabbing my hand and putting it on his big, sweaty pecs.
He flexed and when he did, his whole body seemed to tense up into one big muscle.
I loved it. He was truly powerful and his statuesque body intimidated me and attracted me at the same time.
I had to actually resist the urge to fall down on my knees and lick the sweat of his chiseled abs.
Had we been in the privacy of his bedroom though, I would've gladly degraded myself to worshiping his muscles with my mouth.
"Alright, now I'm gonna put both of you boys to work." he announced, quickly putting an end to the short worship-fest and walking out of the hallway.
"Steven, go make lunch for me and Brad. Jeremy, you're going downstairs and you're gonna clean up my gym room." he instructed, before taking hold of the boy's upper arm and guiding him down the staircase.
Jeremy turned his head around to give me a worried look, but Nick didn't slow his cadence at all and simply dragged the boi down, into the basement.
For some reason, the sight of him touching Jeremy like that, ignited a flame of jealousy in me.
The contact wasn't sexual, but I still felt a little unnerved by it.
I quickly got to work and started taking stuff out of the fridge to make some smoked meat and pickle sandwiches.
I barely had time to get started though. Nick had climbed back up the stairs and was now standing in the kitchen, still wearing his huge boxing gloves and still sweating like crazy.
"Babe, where's my gym rag?" he asked, sounding a little annoyed that the cloth he used to wipe his gym equipment was apparently missing. As I'd come to learn, everything in his gym room had a specific place and I wasn't allowed to mess it up, even if I lived here.
I thought for a moment, trying to recall what I'd done with the dreaded thing.
"It didn't smell too good. So I put it in your laundry basket." I answered, quickly putting the container of mustard down and scampering into the washroom to fish out the dirty cloth Nick wanted.
"Here." I said, handing him the slightly soggy gym rag with the tips of my fingers.
An audible wet plop echoed across the kitchen as Nick pulled his sweaty hand out of the leather boxing glove.
He grabbed the rag with his hand and gave it a quick whiff before rolling his eyes.
"It's a gym rag, Steven. Not a face cloth. If you take this out of my gym room, make sure you put a new one back on my work bench." he scolded. "There should be a cloth downstairs at all times." he said, emphasising the last two words.
"M'kay...sorry, Nick." I apologised, turning away from him and rinsing my hands in the sink before going back to making the sandwiches.
"Besides, it doesn't even smell bad." Nick continued, popping his other hand out of his brown, vintage boxing glove.
I was too focused on spreading the mustard over the slices of rye bread to realise that the sweaty hunk had walked up right behind me.
"Here. I'll show you something that doesn't smell too good." he chuckled, repeating the words I'd used to describe his sweat rag.
I quickly dropped the butter knife down on the counter and gasped in surprise as the hunk sneaked behind me and brought one of his boxing gloves in front of my face.
"Aww no. Niiick." I complained, backing away, only to find myself trapped between the counter and the muscular blond hunk's sweaty torso.
"Come on, boi." he laughed. "Get your little face in there. Sniff my fuckin' boxing glove."
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I looked at the opening of his huge, dirty-looking Slazenger glove and couldn't help but admire how fat and well-insulated the thing was. The air coming out of it felt abnormally warm and musty though, and I had no intention of sticking my nose in there. If Nick said it didn't smell good, then trust me, it DIDN'T smell good.
That alone was reason enough not to sniff it.
"Nooo. Nick, stoooop!" I cried out, getting increasingly annoyed at the hunk's persistence.
A large hand suddenly clamped itself under my jaw and strong fingers dug into my cheeks. The massive two-meter tall hunk stepped forward, squashed me against the counter and forced the back of my head against his heaving pecs.
"Quiet! I said sniff my glove!" he growled in a low tone, as if not wanting to be overheard.
He sounded genuinely pissed off that I wasn't being compliant, and I could tell from his voice that he REALLY wanted me sniffing his glove.
I watched in horror as the huge boxing glove's opening came over my face, easily swallowing up my chin, mouth and nose inside it's dank, musty embrace.
I looked at the Slazenger logo right below my eyes, and couldn't help but notice how yellowish it look.
Fuck! The gloves probably used to belong to his dad or something.
That would definitely explain why the logo was stained yellow with sweat and age.
I tried shaking my head from side to side, but the big, muscular brute easily held my head in place and kept his old glove over my face.
I took a whiff and immediately ended up gagging on the strength of the stench.
"UGGGHHH!" I cried out, desperately trying to get my face out of there.
It smelled as bad as his work boots. If not worst!
The combined stench of leather, sweat, raunch and staleness immediately hit my nostrils and sent me into a frenzied panic.
Nick pulled the putrid thing off my face and burst into laughter before stepping bag.
"Haha! It smells bad, doesn't it?" he chuckled, smirking cockily as though he'd just pulled a devilish prank on me.
I still had a look of disgust on my face when I spun around to face him.
"Ugh! That's gross!" I complained, covering my mouth and nose to accentuate just how strong and foul it smelled in there. Seriously, I wanted to be sick.
The muscular hunk just looked down at me with a cocky grin displayed across his handsome face.
He was real proud of himself.
"Alright, back to work." he ordered, giving me a hard tap on the bum and heading back towards the basement, with his sweaty rag and stinky boxing gloves in tow.
About five minutes later, Brad and Nick walked into the kitchen, chugged down their protein drinks and started digging into the meaty sandwiches I'd prepared for them.
Brad was really sweaty and I couldn't stop myself from admiring his great musculature.
He was definitely getting big, and was probably closing in on 100 kilos.
I really disliked him, but the fact that he ignored my presence, annoyed me to no end.
Truth be known, I would've been on my knees and licking up his abs as well, had the circumstances been a little different.
When Jeremy joined us upstairs, I thought the four of us would do something together, but it soon became clear to me that Jeremy and I were not part of the picture.
Nick and Brad went about talking and doing things as though we weren't there.
Jeremy certainly seemed not to mind having a bit of time away from Brad.
He probably wasn't used to this level of freedom.
Only problem was, I was still new in Nick's house and didn't have the
slightest idea of what to do to keep Jeremy entertained. I'd been here less than a week, yet I was expected to host.
Nick eventually noticed the way Jeremy and I were pacing around the kitchen and called out for both of us to join him in the living room.
I walked in and Jeremy followed.
I was gonna sit on the couch, but when I saw Jeremy sitting at Brad's feet, I didn't want him to feel alone, so I settled on the floor as well, and drew closer to Nick.
Nick explained to me that next weekend was gonna be a long weekend, and that we'd be heading up to Brad's cottage on Friday night.
I'd have to get everything ready by then and Jeremy would have to do the same on his side.
Going back to Brad's cottage would certainly bring back some bad memories.
Maybe things wouldn't be so bad this time, I thought.
After all, Brad had his own 'friend' now, and I didn't have to worry about being tossed around from one Master to the other.
The rest of the day went by rather quickly.
We played videos games, ordered out, drank, ate and watched a few movies.
It went surprisingly well, and to my great surprise, Brad eventually allowed Jeremy to join in the fun and gave the boi a few sips of his beer before making him sit on his lap for the remainder of the evening.
The two of them eventually called it a night and got up to say their goodbyes.
Before they left, I asked Jeremy if he had access to a computer and told him I'd try to send him an e-mail during the week. I didn't have my cell phone service back yet, and Jeremy didn't have a phone or any way to use the more popular chatting apps.
Our two guests left and Brad threw me a quick, and rather, unsettling wink before closing the front door and walking towards his Jeep. That was the ONLY acknowledgement I got from Brad on that day.
Nick went to his room and told me to pick up the living room and clean up the kitchen before I went to bed.
It took me a good fifteen minutes to do so, and I did a really good job, hoping it would earn me a place back in his bed that night.
Unfortunately, it didn't, and the hunk he insisted I go in my own room and sleep in my own bed.
I couldn't help but feel as though I'd done a bad job last night. Maybe if I'd done a better job at pleasuring him, he'd have been more prone to sharing his bed with me. There was no way of knowing for certain.
In my head, last night we'd crossed a barrier.
I'd shared his bed and even sucked his cock for Pete's sake!
I hate to admit it, but his refusal to let me sleep in bed with him that night, cut me deeply and made me doubt a lot of things. Maybe Brad has poisoned his mind.
Maybe he'd convinced Nick that sharing a bed with me wasn't a good idea.
Again, this was all speculation, and I had no way of knowing what was going through the blond hunk's head.
My mind conjured up a wide array of theories and ideas before finally drifting off into a deep sleep.
The next day, things were particularly uneventful.
I got up, showered, made breakfast and was ordered to use the treadmill machine down in the basement.
Nick said that if I didn't get on it, he'd tape my hands to the handles and turn it on at maximum setting.
It was a joke of course, but the jock wanted me to stay in good physical shape and he knew the exercise would help clear out my mind and fix my low morale.
It helped, but not as much as he thought it would.
My heart ached for his affection, but I was too stubborn and proud to tell him about it, and he was too clueless to know what the problem was.
He went out for a few hours and when he came back, we had our supper.
The day was pretty relaxed. He needed that to recuperate from the long work days, so he didn't usually have anything too crazy planned for the weekends.
The blond stud went on and on about how demanding his work was, about how it was only for tough people and guys who weren't afraid to work their asses off.
We watched a bit of Netflix and Nick went to bed while I stayed up to game a bit.
That night too, I slept alone.
It's only on Monday evening that our relationship hit a bump in the road.
This time however, I couldn't blame him for reacting the way he did.
This time, it truly WAS my fault.
Let me explain...
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