Chapter 60 - The Lesson
My eyes shot wide in panic as the reality of my situation started to sink in.
My efforts to keep calm proved to be in vain, and a few seconds later, I was freaking out and desperately trying to break free and reach for the key that had fallen out of reach.
It was pointless, but I couldn't give up!
I couldn't let Nick see me like this. NOT with his filthy underwear stuffed inside my mouth!
My heart started pumping fast, really fast, and I was desperately trying to spit the gag out and get the tape off my face. If I could get the briefs out of my mouth, I could toss them to the floor and somehow kick them under the bed, I thought.
"Mmmpphhh! Uuhhggggmmphh!" I screamed, gagging on the putrid wad that was lodged deep inside my mouth and cheeks.
The briefs wouldn't budge! I'd taped them in too tight!
I tried forcing my jaw open, but the stupid duct tape was so strong and sticky, it muzzled my lower face up perfectly. Damn Nick and his expensive, construction-grade duct tape!
If only I could lick my lips, the tape would slide off a little and lose it's grip.
But how was I supposed to do that with my cheeks and mouth filled to bursting and half the jock's smelly underwear bunched up over my lips?!
"Uuugggmmphh!" I cried out, gagging on the filthy briefs that clogged my yapper up.
I wanted out!
This wasn't fun anymore!
I was screwed and I knew it.
I started trying to break the tie wraps, but they were way too strong and sturdy.
If only I could break them off, I might be able to get up and get to the handcuff key.
I tried and tried, but unfortunately for me, these weren't regular zip ties.
For some reason, Nick only kept these big ass ones in his garage. They were the same plastic tie wraps that were used by cops when arresting troublemakers during violent protests. No amount of struggling, fighting or twisting would break them off.
I was stuck!
"Mmmpphh!" I cried out, shaking my head and crinkling my nose in disgust as the smell of Nick's big briefs continued assaulting my nostrils.
I ended up sweating a lot, and was no longer thinking straight.
I really couldn't afford being found like this and decided to pull all my strength together in a final, valiant attempt to break free.
I must've made a false maneuver, 'cause in my struggle to break loose, my chair ended up toppling over.
I gasped and tried to regain my footing, but it was too late.
I suddenly found myself racing towards the hard wooden floor and remember hearing a loud "pop" as my head hit the ground.
A loud ringing echoed across my ears and my vision went blurry.
I felt like I was spinning, and suddenly I couldn't see anymore.
My mind quickly slipped into a state of unconsciousness and I spent an untold amount of time, lying on the floor, still helplessly restrained to the leather office chair.
My view of the floor as my vision blurred.png
I woke up to an eerie silence and eventually realised I was still on the floor and dealing with a splitting headache.
I could feel my heart pumping crazy fast but could do nothing to ward off the sharp pain making it's away over the front of my skull.
I tried struggling a bit, but suddenly I felt really weak.
The impact on my head had been quite painful, but it could've been a lot worse.
Had I fallen at a slightly different angle, the impact might've broken my neck.
What was I thinking, tying myself up to a chair with wheels?!
How could I have been so careless?!
Nick was less than thrilled when he came back from work, only to find me lying on the floor of my room, bound to his computer chair and heavily dazed.
I barely registered his presence and hadn't even heard him come in the house. The shock to my head must've been more severe than I'd initially thought.
I wanted to close my eyes and sleep.
Nick was on top of me and in less than a minute, I was freed from the chair and lying on my bed with my hands and legs unbound.
The hunk started furiously unwrapping the silver duct tape off my face and quickly pulled his huge, smelly briefs out of my mouth.
He was calling my name, tapping me on the cheek with his big, gloved hand and pressing a cold cloth to my forehead. It all looked so distant and blurry.
I watched his worried face, heard his voice, but couldn't make out what he was saying.
Slowly, his voice got clearer and slowly, my vision came back to normal.
"Nick..." I weakly called out, trying to sit up.
"Lie down and stay still." he calmly ordered, putting a hand on my chest and pushing me back onto the mattress.
I felt something cold being pressed over my forehead, then saw my own blood as the wet cloth was pulled away.
I panicked a bit at the sight of the blood-stained cloth, but Nick calmed me down and told me the bleeding was a good thing. His words were still a little blurry and my memory was fuzzy, but he said something about being relieved that the bleeding was external and not internal.
I remember just lying there, looking up at his handsome face and focusing on his striking blue eyes.
He still had his leather gloves and big winter parka on, meaning he'd probably just arrived home a few minutes ago.
The pain in my head was very much present, but I felt a bit stronger now.
"Nick. Nick, I'm sorry..." I managed to say, my eyes tearing up at the realization that I'd been found bound up to a chair, with a dirty pair of briefs in my mouth.
Now he'd
surely think I was a freak or something!
How could I explain this?! What could I
possibly say to excuse the fact that I'd been found with another man's worn underwear taped inside my mouth?!
Nick didn't seem to care about any of that right now though.
He was visibly angry, but didn't appear to wanna talk about it.
I lifted my hand up to touch his puffy, jacket-clad torso, but he just ignored me and brushed me off.
"Shhhh, not now." he said, bringing the wet cloth back up to my head and wiping it over my brow.
I remember the hunky blond jock pressing an ice-pack over my head, then everything went blurry again.
I felt all warm and tingly, and ended up closing my eyes and dozing off for a bit.
When I woke up, I felt a lot better.
The fact that I had a large bump on my head and that I'd managed to split my skin open and bleed out, seemed to relieve Nick a lot. Had it not been for the fact that I was bleeding externally and could still count his fingers and speak, he would've had to either call an ambulance or rush me to an emergency center.
Had I not been so lucky, the cranial trauma I suffered might have caused internal bleeding and possibly even death. All I wanted to do was tie myself up and have a little harmless fun. Something that almost ended up costing me my life...
Fortunately, Lady Luck was smiling down upon me on that day.
The wringing in my ears went quiet and headache eventually subsided.
I thought I'd been in bed for half an hour, but when I got up and walked into the kitchen, I saw the clock and it read: 10:41 PM.
I had been asleep for over SIX HOURS!
I touched my head and felt a tender spot just above my right eye.
It felt swollen, but at least the bleeding had stopped.
It took some courage to finally walk into the living room, where Nick was sitting on the couch, watching TV.
I was a little frightened at the fact that he didn't say anything as I approached, but then quickly realised he was fast asleep in a seated position, still wearing his boots and his work clothes, and still holding onto the TV remote.
Only when I sat down on the couch, did the sleeping hunk stir awake.
He breathed in loudly and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before looking at me.
"Are you okay?" he finally asked, before shutting the TV off.
I slowly nodded my head and allowed my gaze to fall down in shame.
It's not as though I could hide in my room all week.
Sooner or later, he'd demand an explanation.
But what was I supposed to tell him?
The sleepy hunk gave me a concerned look, but didn't hide his mounting frustration very well.
I could feel it in the tone of his voice and in the way he looked at me.
He slowly got up, pulled his heavy work boots off and made his way towards the washroom without saying a word.
I was starving and had no idea whether or not he'd already eaten.
A quick look at the dishes in the sink told me he had, so I just fixed myself up a sandwich and drank some milk to fill my stomach up and soothe my hunger.
Nick was still in the washroom, and from the sound of it, he was taking a shower.
I put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and made my way into the living room, to tidy up the small clutter he had made.
His boots were on the carpet, his big lunchbox was on the leather couch and his parka and leather gloves had just been thrown onto the living room coffee table.
Poor Nick.
He was probably exhausted from his day at work, and then arrived home to find me
not only tied up, but injured and on the verge of unconsciousness as well.
I picked up his boots, brought them to the entryway closet and used a few paper towels to wipe the dirt and water he'd tracked into the house.
I also emptied his lunchbox and cleaned it out for him before grabbing his giant parka and hanging it up inside the large entrance closet.
His jacket weighed a TON!
It was one of those super beefy parkas you'd see guys wearing for Everest climbs or arctic expeditions.
The thing was crazy thick and puffy, and although it was a little overkill for this time of the year, Nick DID look really sexy in it.
I placed his leather gloves on the small entranceway table, right next to his car keys, and turned the lights off before going into the kitchen and getting my blond muscle-god's lunch ready for tomorrow morning.
When Nick came out of the washroom, I heard him walk up to me saw he was only wearing his socks and boxer-briefs.
"I'm going to bed." he said, before sighing deeply and turning towards his room.
I quickly put his lunch in the fridge and followed him as he left the kitchen.
"Nick." I called out. "Nick wait!"
The jock didn't answer.
I had to actually follow him into his room and touch his arm for him to finally acknowledge my presence.
"What?" he growled, his impatient tone hardly concealing the foul mood he was in.
"Nick, I'm sorry." I said, lowering my head and casting my gaze downwards.
I didn't know what else to say.
To my utter surprise though, the blond hunk stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face.
REAL hard!
Before I had a had a chance to react, the handsome brute grabbed my chin and forced me to look up into his eyes.
"You never, EVER, fucking do that again! YOU HEAR ME?!" he yelled, emphasizing each word and stepping closer to me so that his angry face was only inches away from mine.
I was terrified.
I'd never seen him like this before. I'd never seen him THAT angry.
For a second there, I actually thought he'd lay a hand on me and beat me to a pulp.
He scared me, and even though I was a grown man in my own right, I couldn't help but shake and start crying from the harshness of his voice. I felt so incredibly small and pathetic.
My face stung like crazy and I found myself reaching up with both hands to cover up the cheek he'd struck.
My attempts to recoil seemed to frustrate him even more though.
He roughly pulled my hands down and forced me to look up into his angry face.
Had it not been for my already badly shaken state, I knew he'd have given me much more than a slap on the face.
"I asked you a question, boi! I want an answer. NOW!" he barked, simply not accepting my silence.
He kept holding my chin and frowning down at me angrily.
The threat of being beaten to a pulp hung over my head like a dark cloud of some sort.
He was truly massive and I couldn't help but look up at him in fear as he towered over me and clenched his jaw in anger.
"Yes, Sir..." I pleaded, sobbing deeply and stuttering like a frightened child. "I'm sorry. It...it won't happen again." I promised, desperately avoiding his gaze and trying to lower my tear-lined face down.
Nick was really upset, but I wasn't crying because of that.
Behind that hard exterior of his, I knew I had hurt him.
Had I been the one to come home and find him hurt and unconscious, I would've been freaking out too.
I continued sobbing and tried stepping in closer to his warm body, attempting to find solace and comfort in the security of his strong embrace. I wanted to feel him, I NEEDED to feel him.
The heavy, two meter tall hunk held me at arm's length at first, but I guess my broken, downtrodden spirit ended up wearing down his hard exterior. The blond god huffed and frowned at me before pulling me in close and wrapping his giant arms real tight around me.
I felt his hand at the back of my head and found myself being pulled in until my face was right up against his broad chest.
"Shhhh. It's alright." he whispered, kissing the top of my head and smothering my face up inside his great, big pecs.
I surrendered myself completely and spent the next few seconds sobbing and sniffing in his clean, earthy scent.
He was so strong and warm, I just wanted to stay wrapped up in his arms like this forever.
"The next time you wanna be tied up, you let me know, alright? I don't EVER wanna see you trying to tie yourself up again." he warned, pushing me away and holding my shoulders so that I was facing him.
"Do I make myself clear?" he asked, pulling my chin up so that he could see my saddened eyes.
I quickly nodded my head and lowered my gaze down in submission.
As soon as he let my chin go, I allowed my head to hang down in both shame and defeat.
The jock frowned and exhaled loudly before pulling me in close again and locking his powerful arms around me.
"We're gonna talk about this tomorrow." he purred, after a good minute of holding onto me.
When he finally pulled away and peeled his socks off to get to bed, I begged him to let me stay and allow me to sleep in bed with him. I told him I didn't wanna sleep alone and that I
needed him to hold me.
The tears running down my eyes probably helped my case a lot.
The jock grunted in frustration at first, but eventually gave up and allowed me to snuggle up in bed with him.
He grabbed my upper left arm and forced me to strip down to my undies before roughly pulling me towards the bed and forcing me on the mattress.
I crawled over to the far side of the bed, but as soon as the underwear-clad brute got in under the sheets, I found myself being dragged over to his side and found my face being shoved deep inside his thick pillow.
"Where d'you think you're goin', twerp?" Nick growled, wrapping his massive limbs around me and crushing me down underneath his heavy torso.
My body sank deep inside the memory-foam mattress and my surprised gasp was quickly muffled out by the hunk's thick pillow. "Mmmgghhff!" I cried out.
Before I could adjust my position or get my face out of his stinky duck down pillow, the giant brute came down on top of me and squashed me down like a bug.
The heavy, smelly comforter was pulled up over our bodies and the bedside lamp was turned off.
My big, burly King planted a kiss on top of my head before wrapping his arms tight around our pillow and falling asleep on top of my much smaller, much lighter body.
I closed my eyes and breathed in, accepting the scent of his skin and embracing the warmth of his big muscles.
His body was huge and powerful, and I knew I'd come to no harm while locked away underneath him like this.
And so, I too finally closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall into a deep sleep.
All things considered, this
hadn't been such a bad day after all.
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