Chapter 51 - The Final Blow
As soon as the underwear-clad jock left the room, I rolled off the bed and stuck my ear against the door to hear what was going on.
At first all I heard was low mumbling, but eventually there was some shouting and what sounded like heavy objects being thrown around against the living room walls.
They were definitely engaged in some sort of brawl, I knew.
When Nick left the room with his cuffs and rope, it was pretty clear what his intent was.
Brad obviously wasn't cooperating, and I couldn't help but find myself wondering who would come out on top in a one-on-one wrestling match between the two bullies.
True, Nike was a lot bigger and heavier.
But he was also a lot bulkier and slower than Brad, and probably didn't have as much stamina either.
That could mean trouble...for both Nick AND myself.
It didn't take long for my curiosity to get the best of me, and I quickly decided to slip my shorts on and disobey Nick's order by opening the door and creeping out of the bedroom.
The sound of grunting and struggling filled the air as I cautiously approached the living room scene.
Upon getting there, I couldn't help but look on wide-eyed as the muscular hunks were deeply engaged in a serious wrestling match.
Brad's face was red.
His white baseball cap had slipped off his head and part of his shirt was torn at the collar.
Nick on the other hand, was wearing only his black boxer-briefs and socks, and was visibly struggling to keep up with his slightly smaller opponent.
"I'm gonna fuckin' tie you up." he growled, trying to get the more agile jock into a scissor hold and taking no notice of my sudden appearance.
The two Alphas wrestled around the floor, each one trying to incapacitate the other.
It was definitely an impressive sight to say the least.
Both hunks were angry and sweaty, and I had no doubt in my mind that either of them could crush me to a pulp if I ever found myself getting accidentally tangled up in their fight.
Brad struggled mightily against the heavier brute, and to his credit, he actually gave Nick a serious run for his money.
It was touch and go there for a while, but eventually the smaller stud found himself getting outclassed by his opponent and found himself getting quickly pinned down under the heavier jock's weight.
I had to restrain myself from cheering when Nick gained the upper hand and managed to pin the stupid jerk down by sitting on his upper chest and then using his knees to crush Brad's upper arms down to the floor.
I watched as the big, beefy blond bully clamped his hands around the smaller jock's wrists and pinned them down above his head.
Brad struggled valiantly, but Nick was much too heavy.
"YOU GIVE?!" the sweaty blond hunk barked, sliding himself further up the squirming jock's chest before forcefully repeating the question.
"FUCK YOU, MAN!" Brad responded, his face and body red with anger.
Nick suddenly scooted forward and reached out for some of the thick rope that was sprawled about on the floor.
He quickly clamped his giant thighs on both sides of his defeated rival's head, and used his weight to pin Brad's upper arms down before attempting to restrain the angry jock's hands together.
"UGH FUCK!" Brad suddenly yelled, his face suddenly contorting into a look of utter horror and disgust.
"BRO, GET YOUR FUCKIN' BONER OUTTA MY FACE!" he yelled, struggling to get his face out from under the giant brute's enormous package.
With my hands inside the loose-fitting shorts I was wearing, I practically shot my load at the sight of stupid Brad getting his face smothered up by the hunky blond god's massive bulge.
Nick's reaction made the whole scene even better though.
"Shut the FUCK UP!" he growled, scooting forward so that his smelly pouch came down over the protesting jock's mouth and nose.
"AHW! NNMMMMPPHH!" Brad cried out, his screams suddenly muffled out by the heavy weightlifter's underwear-clad gooch*.
I quickly slipped my hands out of my undies, for fear of creaming the boxers Nick had lent me, and instead put a hand over my tenting shorts in a futile attempt to calm my throbbing erection.
I was DEFINITELY enjoying this.
Nick's reign over Brad was short-lived though.
One whiff of the hunky blond god's smelly underwear-clad pouch was enough to send the defeated jock into a sudden frenzy.
Nick never got a chance to finish tying his rival's hands together.
Before he could anticipate what was happening, Brad expertly lifted his legs up and managed to get his feet around Nick's throat, 'causing the blond hunk to topple over and fall to the floor.
The smaller stud managed to roll around with the speed of a cheetah, and quickly slipped his hands out of the unknotted rope.
Unfortunately for him, even his record speed was too little, too late.
By the time he was ready to assume a defensive posture, Nick's MASSIVE 100 kilogram body came slamming into him and knocking him flat to the ground.
Poor Brad didn't even get a chance to recover from the blow.
Nick just flipped him on his stomach and plopped his entire weight down, right on the athletic jock's upper back.
The agile bully no longer stood a chance.
He coughed and breathe out loudly as his giant, exceedingly heavy blond opponent settled down on his back and pinned him to the floor.
Nick grabbed the coil of rope nearest to him and roughly bound the protesting jock's hands behind his back.
He wasn't being gentle about it either.
His great, big arm muscles bulged as he wrapped the rope around and between his friend's wrists, pulling it tight and knotting it down three times.
I watched in silent awe as he then reached for his handcuffs and slapped them over the jock's already-bound wrists.
Brad attempted to put up a struggle, but Nick quickly put and end to that by sitting his huge butt onto the back of his rival's neck.
"Uggghmmmphh...uggghmmphh!" the smaller jock suddenly protested, getting his face smothered right into his heavy opponent's rotten, sock-clad toes.
Nick paid his protesting captive little attention, and continued trussing him up and securing him down by wrapping rope about his upper arms and elbows.
Brad looked positively FURIOUS! But his bulging eyes quickly spoke of a different story.
My boner throbbed and practically exploded when I saw the jerk's face contort into a look of sheer disgust, and then heard him sniff the blond muscle-god's filthy, putrid socks.
The poor jock shook violently and even went cross-eyed for a moment as his bigger friend's potent stinkers assaulted his nostrils.
That fact that Nick didn't give a flying fuck about the defeated jock's plight, made the whole thing even HOTTER!
When the victorious brute was satisfied about how the smaller jock's wrists and arms were secured, he got up and quickly started gathering the rest of the rope.
That's when he finally noticed me.
Thankfully though, he didn't appear too surprised at seeing me standing there, looking on as a silent spectator.
He even dropped me an approving wink before focusing his attention back to the mouthy stud at his feet.
In the minutes that followed, the underwear-clad, muscle-King proceeded to truss his friend up into an excruciatingly strict hogtie.
Brad cursed and yelled the whole time, but Nick remained calm and quiet.
In a matter of minutes, Brad was hopelessly hogtied and strapped down extra tight to the sturdy living room coffee table.
Between the police-grade handcuffs, the excessive amount of impeccable ropework, Nick's tendency to double-knot everything, and the half-dozen ratchet straps keeping him pinned down to the broad table, Brad was
going absolutely nowhere.
He struggled mightily, but even his strong muscles and violent outbursts didn't prove a match for Nick's handiwork.
Eventually, the jock hung his head in defeat and found himself looking straight down at the carpet floor.
As I'd come to learn, Nick had intentionally strapped his foul-mouthed friend down so that his head was the only thing left hanging over the edge of the table.
"I'm gonna fuckin' KILL YOU when I get out of this!" Brad growled, breathing in and out loudly and attempting to recover his strength.
Nick chuckled and sat down on the couch before reaching for his feet and pulling one of his great, big, putrid socks off.
I saw him reach for Brad's white sports cap and grab the roll of silver duct tape that was in his friend's gym bag before finally making his way back towards the low-resting coffee table.
Brad seemed completely oblivious to the challenge he was about to face.
At this point, it became more than a little obvious that I knew Nick much better than he did.
Had I been in his position, I would've already been whimpering and begging for mercy by now.
Brad was showing nothing but defiance though.
Unbeknownst to him, he was about to pay for it BIG time.
I watched as the hunky blond muscle-god put the sports cap back on his friend's head and crouched down in front of the helpless jock's angry face.
"Dude! Let me GO!" Brad yelled, futilely trashing in his bonds, visibly frustrated at his inability to fight or even make the table budge.
Carpet flooring indeed had it's advantages.
"You talk too much, bro." Nick dryly stated, roughly grabbing his friend's hair and lifting his head up.
Brad's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when he saw the big ball of brownish sock Nick had in his hand.
"What the fuck!? No, bro! WAIT!" the bound jock suddenly pleaded, adopting a far less provocative tone.
It was too late for him though.
Nick wasn't interested in hearing his pleas.
"Open your fuckin' mouth!" he growled, shoving his thick, incredibly pungent wad STRAIGHT into Brad's protesting orifice.
Brad coughed and looked like he was gonna puke, but Nick didn't care.
"Here." he growled, forcefully stuffing the raunchy wad further into his prisoner's mouth. "Taste my sock!"
Brad's yapper immediately went quiet and his eyes practically rolled back into his skull when he got a taste of the muscular brute's overly-potent foot cheese.
In the blink of an eye, I saw the poor jock's expression go from anger to sheer terror.
His once colourful threats were now reduced to heavily muffled moans and panicked whimpers.
Goodbye Master Brad. It was nice playing with you, I though, unable to stop myself from snickering as I watched my hated rival endure the most cruel of fates.
For a second, I actually felt bad for him.
But then I remembered everything he'd put me through during these past few days, and decided he indeed deserved what he was getting.
Nick spent the next minute taping his friend's face up, wrapping layer after layer of silver adhesive around his mouth and jaw, blindfolding him and then wrapping tape around his head, both over and around it.
Brad was quickly reduced to a crying, coughing, whimpering mess as he was forced to taste and gag on his buddy's terribly raunchy sock.
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Nick left the living room, only to come back with a thick pillow and his two Reeboks in tow.
He quickly set the pillow down on the floor, at the end of the table beneath Brad's low-hanging head, and placed both of his rotten basketball shoes on it, literally inches beneath his friend's heavily-gagged face.
"Here bro." he said, putting a hand on the whimpering jock's head as if to wish him good luck. "Enjoy that." he chuckled before getting up and walking towards me.
Nick pulled the remaining sock off his foot and let it fall to the ground before slinging his muscular arm around my shoulders and guiding me back into the privacy of our small bedroom.
The last thing I saw before leaving the living room, was a hopelessly bound Brad, coughing and crying furiously into his gag.
It did my soul a lot of good to know that the cocky son of a bitch would be spending the night sniffing up the offensive, nausea-inducing fumes coming out of my hunky King's giant basketball shoes.
* "Gooch" - the area between a man's balls and asshole.