Chapter 57 – A New Friend
I didn't remember much of that night.
I do however, have a vivid memory of waking up as some point and being unable to breathe.
Nick was on top of me and squashing my small frame down into his soft, memory-foam mattress.
I recall freaking out a bit and trying to wiggle out from underneath him, but his massive thighs and biceps were clamped tight around me and I was more certain than ever that he'd put on weight since last summer.
The blond giant was fast asleep, and apparently oblivious to my troubles, or to the fact that I was suffocating beneath him.
I had initially fallen asleep hugging my thick pillow, and Nick apparently fell asleep hugging
my pillow as well.
My nose was trapped between the thick, puffy loft of the pillow and the underside of the hunk's huge bicep.
His shaft was throbbing into my butt crack and the weight of his hips was pressing it in real deep.
I cried out and the sleeping King woke just long enough to move his arm a bit, allowing me to free my nose from inside the pillow.
I spent the next few minutes breathing in an out through my mouth, doing my best to cope with and get used to the
enormous weight of his body on top of mine.
Eventually though, warmth and fatigue overtook me and I allowed myself to fall back into a deep sleep, with my nose and face tightly buried beneath my hunky protector's muscular bicep.
I felt so warm, so safe...so sleepy.
When I woke up again, I was alone in bed.
I sat up, wondering what time it was.
The clock read 10:30 AM, which wasn't
that late considering what time it was when Nick and I finally went to sleep last night.
I didn't recall hearing Nick get up, but I knew he must've gotten up pretty early.
Because of his job, he had the habit of waking up early in the mornings, even on weekends and holidays.
Every part of my body was begging me to stay in bed, but I just had to get up.
I was anxious to see Nick and spend some time with him. Besides, we had guests to entertain.
And it wasn't very gracious or polite for the host to be sleeping in his room all morning while the guests were up and about.
When I walked out of the bedroom, it quickly dawned upon me that I was
indeed the last one to get up.
The bed in the spare bedroom was neatly done and from a quick glance, one couldn't tell the room had been occupied on the previous night.
I quickly headed for the washroom and jumped in the shower, anxious to get cleaned up.
While getting washed and doing my business, I made up a mental list of the things I had to do during the day...most of which involved, cleaning and cooking.
When I got out, I dried myself up and I got dressed, putting on some ankle socks, running shorts and a t-shirt.
I went back to Nick's room and did the bed.
I even took care of fluffing up his pillows and getting them all neat and lofty.
I also had to pick up my own bed sheets from the living room...the ones Nick had lent me so I could sleep on the couch.
As my made my way to the living room, I heard voices coming from downstairs.
It was Nick and Brad, I knew. And from the sound of it, both jocks were busy working out on the various exercise machines.
Only when I entered the large, open-area living room, did I see Jeremy sitting by the dining room table, silently staring outside, though the large patio door.
He looked kinda pensive, a little sad even.
"Hey." I greeted, hoping to draw his absent gaze away from the window. "D'you sleep okay?"
Jeremy merely shrugged his shoulders and said "yeah." But I knew right away that he was lying or being, at the very least, only half-honest. I think he knew I'd feel bad for him if he admitted otherwise.
"There's cereal in the cupboard and milk in the fridge." I said, inviting him to eat.
He looked at me hesitantly at first, but finally got up and grabbed a bowl from the one of the cabinets.
After removing my bed sheets from the couch, I returned to the kitchen and joined my new friend for a bowl of cereal at the dining room table.
We used this time to talk and get to know each other a bit.
After all, Jeremy wasn't allowed to talk when Brad was around. So these moments of peace and quiet were most likely gonna be the only ones where we'd actually be allowed to talk to each other.
"I didn't see you this morning. Where were you?" Jeremy asked between spoonfuls.
"What d'you mean?" I answered, giving the younger lad a puzzled look.
"When I got up, you weren't on the couch." he explained, obviously intrigued by the fact that I'd slept elsewhere.
"I couldn't sleep last night, so Nick told me I could sleep in bed with him." I casually replied, indulging the green-eyed lad's curiosity and noting his surprise as I spoke.
"You slept in his bed?!" he whispered, giving me wide eyes and articulating as though I'd just revealed some incredible secret.
I couldn't help but raise and eyebrow and frown a little.
"Well, yeah..." I said, trying to sound as though it should've been obvious. "Didn't you sleep in bed with Brad last night?"
Jeremy looked at me, his big, innocent eyes reflecting both shock and envy.
He just shook his head "no" and looked down, obviously pained by my question.
"Don't tell me you slept on the floor!?" I cried out, letting my spoon fall back into the bowl, seriously hoping he wouldn't confirm my suspicions.
Jeremy just shrugged and absent-mindedly stared down at his bowl of breakfast cereal. He didn't seem
nearly as appalled as I about the whole "sleeping on the floor" thing.
He was apparently used to it.
"He never lets me sleep in bed with him..." he mumbled, using his spoon to churn his milk around.
As it turns out, Brad only shared his bed with Jeremy when he was "in the mood".
And from what I could gather, he was "in the mood" almost every night, and on occasion, even in the early morning hours.
Brad would use Jeremy, but when he was done, he'd push him off his bed and tell him to get back down on the floor. Most of the time, the lad didn't even get a pillow and had to make do with sleeping on his arms and using Brad's discarded t-shirt as a makeshift blanket.
Jeremy told me that he'd do
anything to sleep with his Master, but that so far, all his attempts to earn that privilege had failed.
I just couldn't help but feel pity for him. But I didn't know what to say and didn't know how to help him.
He was so naïve and so foolish, my heart just knew that this pairing was wrong.
But for some reason my mind could not grasp, Jeremy was
convinced beyond reason, that Brad was the one for him.
Every time I'd say something bad about his "Master", Jeremy would jump to his rescue and defend him.
The way the kid spoke, you'd think he was the luckiest guy in the world.
Yes, Brad was hot and yes, they did match on some levels. But I mean COME ON...the guy was an ASS!
I
obviously wasn't seeing the whole picture.
"How'd you get those bruises?" I asked, referring to the marks Jeremy wore on his face.
"I don't wanna talk about it..." he mumbled, keeping his head low and slowly eating his soggy cereal.
"It was Brad wasn't it? Did he do that to you?" I pressed, truly wanting to know.
No response came.
Jeremy just kept his head low and used his spoon to stir around the milk in his bowl.
He wanted me to drop the subject. It most likely pained him too much to talk about it.
I sighed and continued eating.
"What about you? Did you meet your Master online?" he suddenly asked, either out of curiosity, or simply feigning interest in order to sound polite.
"No. I've known Nick ever since I was a kid." I answered.
Jeremy looked at me like he wanted to hear more, and continued pressing me with questions.
"Aw ok. So, when did you realize you wanted to be his sub?" he asked, his beautiful green eyes, sparkling with an innocence that was truly out of this world.
"Well..." I started to answer, but then realized I'd actually never really given thought to it.
"Actually, I've always been his sub."
The young man sitting across the table, looked at me with a rather puzzled expression.
"What I mean is...I've always been submissive to him, even in high school. I never really thought about it until a few months ago. Nick is the one who introduced me to this whole master-slave thing..." I explained, rolling my eyes to try an make it look as though I found the whole dominance-submission concept ridiculous and distasteful.
"And that's when you moved in with him?" Jeremy continued, sounding genuinely intrigued.
"Hum...well, no. Not exactly. But it's a long story." I answered, not really wanting to delve into the whole moving-in-because-of-depression part.
There was a brief moment of silence as we both finished eating our morning meal.
"Well...you're a really lucky guy." he finally said, after sipping up the milk that was left in his bowl.
I looked at him, wondering what he meant by that.
"Your Master really seems to like you." he added, his tone marked with deep envy and longing.
"And he's really...REALLY hot too." he added, looking down at his empty bowl and smiling a little awkwardly.
He was right, on both counts.
Nick had given me much over the past week.
He had taken care of my problems and had offered me the warmth and protection of his home.
Come to think of it, last night, he had been really gentle with me!
He could've very easily taken me by force and raped me. Yet, the hunk had shown a considerable amount of restraint and had been nothing but kind and attentive to me in bed.
Jeremy was right. I was indeed lucky.
It just pained me to hear him remind me of that, especially after telling me about how he was used to sleeping on the floor and giving me some personal insight into Brad's cruelty.
This totally wasn't fair, I thought to myself.
I barely knew the lad, yet I already felt sympathy for him.
Jeremy was trying so hard to please his Master, hoping to slowly earn his love and affection. But I knew Brad, and I had my doubts about whether or not he was even
capable of feeling such things.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for my new friend.
I asked Jeremy if he knew what Nick and Brad were doing downstairs, and he confirmed what I thought.
They were both doing their Saturday morning workout.
Brad had bulked up a lot since the summer, so it made sense that he was pumping iron and working out almost as religiously as Nick was.
I thought for a bit, then finally came up with an idea of what to do.
"D'you like...bondage?" I asked, hoping Jeremy would say yes.
The young man smiled back nodded his head enthusiastically. "Hmm hum!"
"Good! I'll go get my laptop and we can watch some stuff." I cheerfully answered, before sprinting across the house to get my computer.
We spent the next half-hour, sitting on the living room couch, watching bondage videos on the internet.
Some of them were really good, others...not so much.
At one point, we ended up watching a video from the defunct Bondagefreax website.
I actually had that one saved up in my favourites. I don't know why, but I found it really hot.
Jeremy LOVED it and literally became ecstatic when the kidnapper in the video, shoved his sneaker over his bound and gagged victim's face.
"Oh man...I'd hate to be that guy. That shoe must stink!" he commented, talking about the victim.
I had trouble controlling the tingling sensation in my groin upon hearing his words, and couldn't stop myself from sprouting a boner in my shorts.
"My Master's feet smell SO bad after a day at work." he went on, exhaling loudly as though he was really bothered by it. "And he LOVES making me sniff them."
I couldn't help but scoff and snicker a bit.
"Dude. You think Brad's feet smell bad? You haven't smelled Nick's." I told him.
Jeremy didn't believe me at first. He was
convinced his master's feet were as smelly, if not smellier than Nick's.
"I've smelled Brad's feet. I know they stink, but trust me, his feet smell like roses compared to Nick's." I chuckled, unwilling to let the younger lad bask in his ignorance.
"Nah...they can't be THAT much worse." he said, smirking and rolling his eyes as though he thought I was making the whole thing up.
"You're sooooo gonna regret this. Come here!" I laughed, quickly tiptoeing towards the main entrance. "I'm gonna show you something."
Jeremy followed me and crouched down beside me as I opened the entranceway closet, where my blond goliath kept his foul-smelling work boots.
Too bad Nick was working out right now.
Had he not been wearing his old Reeboks, I'd have showed THOSE to Jeremy instead.
As soon as I opened the closet's sliding doors and turned the light on, the overpowering scent of musty boots, sweat and fermenting cheese spilled out. The two air fresheners Nick had installed in the large closet were
obviously having little effect.
"Awwh." Jeremy complained, backing away a bit and crinkling his nose up.
I was getting used to the smell and anticipated it enough not to be completely shocked by it.
It was still bad though. Nick's boots smelled really strong.
"I dare you to go in there and put your face in one of his boots." I invited, giving my new friend a teasing smirk.
Jeremy looked at me with a look of uncertainty.
From the smell that spilled out of the closet, he knew he was probably gonna regret this, but he just rolled his eyed and slowly crawled inside before giving Nick's GIANT, size 13 work boots a good long look.
"Awwh." he complained again, squinting his eyes and turning his head away.
"No, you're right. Ugh...they smell really strong." he admitted.
"Come on, Jeremy! You're being such a pussy!" I teased. "Your face isn't even NEAR them!"
Jeremy groaned and rolled his eyes again before looking down into one of the blond hunk's large boots.
I watched as he slowly bent down and chose the left one, burying his cute little face down inside the opening.
I heard nothing for two seconds, until
finally a familiar sniffing sound echoed from inside the huge, thickly-insulated boot.
"Ugghh!" the lad groaned, suddenly pulling his face out while simultaneously gagging and coughing on the strong stench.
"Hahaha! Told you they were bad!" I laughed triumphantly.
I was so caught up, and dare I say, turned on by the sight of the young, naïve lad taking a whiff out of Nick's big, putrid work boot, that I failed to notice the sound of approaching footsteps coming from the staircase.