CHAPTER 188 - THE BETA-BOY
Wednesday, May 20 (5:00 PM)
As soon as I arrived in the living room, I moved to sit on the free couch space next to Josh.
But before I could do so, Shawn intercepted me by snapping his fingers and signaling for me to sit down next to him.
I was still very much upset about what he'd put me through last night and earlier this morning, but didn't have the guts to stand up to him and disobey a direct order. By that point I had pretty much agreed to become his bitch, and would even submit to him sexually if it meant the deletion of those incriminating photos.
As unhappy and as spiteful as I was about my current predicament, I took some comfort in knowing that I'd have my revenge.
Once Nick found out about this, all hell would break loose and Shawn would pay for his crime.
Begrudgingly sitting down next to the brute, I found myself completely taken aback by him slinging his arm around my shoulders.
Shawn pulled me close, and I could tell from the smug look on his face that he knew how upset I was at being this close to him.
The big, hunky beefcake just didn't care.
Instead of giving me a bit of space, he simply wrapped his arm even tighter around me and pulled me right up against his sweaty torso.
"Remember what we talked about earlier?" he whispered, expertly dressing his threat in the guise of a friendly question.
There was no doubt in my mind though. All he wanted to do was remind me of the fact that he had me by the balls and that I had no choice but to comply with his wishes if I wanted my relationship with Nick to come out unscathed.
The man shared many of the same traits and qualities as his older cousin.
But directness apparently wasn't among them.
I huffed and tried to pull away, but the brute just held me in place.
I was really no match for his size and muscle.
Aside from Mike, Shawn was still the biggest, heaviest guy in the room. And he was also the buffest.
Chris certainly packed a lot of muscle as well, but his thighs and legs weren't quite as beefy or as impressive as Shawn's.
That being said, my devious captor had absolutely NO trouble keeping my struggling body pinned to his.
"You like Chris' feet?" he asked, holding me tight and whispering in my ear so that the four gamers wouldn't hear.
"No." I grumbled, doing my best to put on a disapproving frown in an effort to reinforce my lie.
Shawn didn't buy it for a second.
"Sure you do. Look at them. Look at those big feet, and look at all those dirty sneakers." he continued, increasing the tightness of his grip and pulling my body even closer to his.
Eyes continually peeled on the racing game, Josh suddenly let out a victorious cry as his car took the lead.
The jocks then broke down into a collective laughter as Joey's vehicle skidded off the road and crashed rather dramatically into a tree.
The four of there were completely oblivious to the conversation Shawn and I were having.
"You're gonna have fun cleaning those up for us, won't you?" the blond bully teased, discreetly pointing towards the shoes his roommates were wearing, and whispering in my head so that only I would hear him.
"Umm...mm" I answered, shaking my head no and keeping a deep frown glued to my face.
"Well too bad. 'Cause that's exactly what you'll be doing for us tonight." he told me, snickering under his breath before ordering me to the kitchen so that I could fix him up a sandwich.
I was more than happy to be done with him, and quickly stood up from the couch and stormed off into the kitchen.
Fuckin' stupid oaf!
Having only eaten a light breakfast at the start of the day, I should've been anxious to eat a heavier meal at this hour.
But being in a house full of hunky jocks had my stomach in a knot, and even as I slaved in the kitchen to make my ballsy captor a sandwich, the thought of taking in sustenance didn't exactly appeal to me.
I didn't help that the kitchen wasn't very clean.
Bread crumbs and dirty dishes lined the counter, and from the looks of it, nobody had bothered cleaning the microwave oven in quite some time!
This place was a MESS, and it certainly didn't help improve my appetite.
Shawn got up and came to snatch his sandwich right off the counter before I even had a chance to serve it to him.
I didn't even have the time to put the pickles, mayonnaise and other condiments in the fridge that he had already gobbled most of the thing down.
"I'm gonna make sure you have some fun later on, but first I'd like you to get this place cleaned up. There's some dish soap and cleaning products under the sink. Now get to work." he told me, licking his fingers and turning around to put his plate on the cluttered counter.
For a moment there, I was actually thinking about telling him to buzz off.
But the instant he turned around and faced me with his huge, hulking frame, buff shoulders and massive arms, my resolve immediately melted.
I sighed in resignation, awkwardly lifted a hand to scratch my opposing upper arm and lowered my eyes down to avoid his smug gaze.
He was the hunk, I was the beta.
It didn't matter that he was two years younger than me or that I didn't particularly like him, he was still my superior.
As upset as I was about him wanting me to clean his crummy kitchen, I silently reminded myself of the fact that Nick might've ordered me to do the same had he been here with us. After all, my boyfriend had lost no time in putting little Jeremy to work during his brief stay at our place last month. The boy had been our guest, but as far as my Master was concerned, he was still a servant.
Shawn was not my Master, but he was definitely an Alpha, and so were his roommates.
Satisfied with my level of compliance but probably feeling a little bad about the shitty treatment he'd given me so far, the blue eyed hunk tried to show some compassion by expressing concern for my wellbeing.
"Are you hungry? You want something to eat?" he asked, quickly tearing the fridge door open while I let a bit of hot water run and got to work getting all the dirty dishes into neat piles.
Wanting him to feel guilty, I merely shook my head no and worked my facial features into a downtrodden expression.
The guy apparently felt so bad for me that he took it upon himself to get some ice out of the freezer and pour me a tall glass of cola.
Something he would've never done under ordinary circumstances.
"Here. I don't have coffee or tea to offer you, but there's some instant hot chocolate in the cupboard if you feel like it." he offered, setting the glass of cold soda pop on the counter next to me.
I nodded my head and thanked him for the soft drink, before reaching down for the dish soap getting to started on those dishes.
Shawn stayed in the kitchen for a few more seconds before finally joining his friends over in the living room.
I spent the next hour washing dishes, soaping up dirty kitchen appliances and giving the filthy counterpace a good scrubbing.
About half way through the ordeal, I stopped to take a bathroom break. But just as I was making my way there, something caught my eye in what I could only assume was Chris' bedroom.
Through his partially opened bedroom door, I could see the sweaty basketball clothes he'd changed out of; which included his shorts, his big leather sneakers and the pair of absolutely rank-looking socks he'd been wearing on his feet earlier.
I was SO turned on by the sight of the big, beefy, V-shaped hunk's sweaty gear, that I was virtually unable to piss without sitting down on the bowl and letting my hard-on soften a bit.
Part of me found this fetish really weird, but for some reason, I just wanted to just crawl over in his room and stick my face inside his giant Air Jordans. My desire to do so was even stronger now that I'd seen both of his discarded socks stuffed inside his trainer.
There was no doubt in my mind that Chris would be wearing those socks again, much like he had for the past week or two.
Imagine how nervous and uneasy I felt when, out of all the guys, HE was the one who walked into the kitchen a few minutes later and started going through the contents of his fridge.
"Wow! Shawn's really puttin' you to work, isn't he?" Chris laughed, chugging down a mouthful of milk right from the carton.
I just kept my head low and kept on scrubbing.
But even as the beefy stud stood there, looking inside the fridge, I couldn't help but steal a glance at his feet.
They were HUGE. And even though his toes were plump and full, I could still see a fair amount of gunk and sock lint stuck in between them.
His soles were apparently pretty sweaty too, 'cause they left moist print marks across the kitchen's cold ceramic floor.
The grossness factor of him having moist soles only increased from the dustiness of the floor he was walking on.
There were bread crumbs, leg hairs and random bits and bobs all over the place.
Big Mike's cotton socks were like dust bunnies!
But I could only IMAGINE how much crap was stuck under Chris' feet, now that his sweaty soles were trudging about the place and picking up everything he stepped on.
Yuck!
Shawn came back to check on me soon after Chris had regained his seat on the living room couch.
The kitchen was now infinitely cleaner than it had been a mere hour ago, but no praise came my way.
Instead of thanking me for a job well done, Nick's beefy, blue-eyed cousin ordered me to the privacy of his bedroom and warned me to stay in there until he arrived.
I did as I was told and patiently sat myself on the bed to wait for him.
The beefy King-jock didn't lose any time in joining me.
From the cocky look on his face and the way he casually strode over and picked up his bondage gear filled-gym bag, I knew this wasn't gonna turn out well.