CHAPTER 178 - THE FAIRYTALE LIFE
The rest of the afternoon with Zack and Jeremy went exceptionally well.
We talked, spent some time out on the patio deck, played a few card games and made some burgers on the barbecue.
We ended up watching a movie on Netflix later that evening.
And I have to admit, my heart literally melted when I took my eyes off the screen and saw my tired, freckle-faced friend tightly curled up inside the protective hockey player's big, burly arms.
While Nick and myself were already poorly mismatched in terms of size, the difference between Jeremy and his new Master was even more evident. I was small, but Jeremy was even smaller, not to mention a good ten pounds lighter.
True, you could say he was already used to being with muscular men.
After all, Brad was indeed very athletic and muscular.
But as far as muscle mass and sheer size went, Zack was on a completely different tier altogether.
Each one of his thighs was the size of Jeremy's waist, and his arms were easily about twice as thick as the kid's neck.
Physically, it was a very hot matchup.
Personality-wise, they also seemed to make a good team.
There was definitely some chemistry between the two, not to mention a fair amount of physical attraction.
I guess Zack must've sensed how worried and apprehensive I felt about rushing Jeremy into a new relationship like this, 'cause a bit later that night, he came to see me while I was loading up the dishwasher and gave me a big hug before telling that everything was gonna be alright.
He was gonna take care of the boy from now on, and he was gonna personally make sure Jeremy and I stayed in close contact with each other.
Under normal circumstances, moving in with someone after only a few dates would've been foolish at best.
However, these weren't normal circumstances, and the situation demanded swift action as well as a non-negligible amount of good faith.
Zack took Jeremy home with him that night, and although I was madly curious about this budding relationship of theirs, I was a bit relieved to be back alone with my lover. My lover...and my plants!
The garden maintenance and yard work became the highlight of my week after that.
I spent entire days outside, trimming, pruning, watering and replanting.
I don't remember ever having tanned skin this early in May!
After my first sunburn, Nick scolded me for not wearing sunscreen. But aside from that, he was very happy with my work.
I think he was kinda freaked out when I turned a third of his basement into a kind of indoor greenhouse where I could grow my seedlings, but as long as I didn't impede on his gym area or didn't move his weights or workout machines, he tolerated my presence.
To be fair, Nick was hugely supportive in everything I did.
For a man who was otherwise extremely hands-on, dominant and controlling, he was exceptionally lenient and permissive when it came to my happiness and daytime activities.
Only a week after I'd planted all my shrubs, plants and flowers around the house, he took me out to the garden centre for another shopping spree. Albeit this time a slightly more reasonable one.
Every now and then, the blond man would arrive home from work with an unexpected gift for me.
Sometimes it was chocolates, other times it was a bottle of wine or some other sweet-tasting snack.
Nick wasn't particularly expressive when it came to food and that sorta stuff. But from the size of his appetite and his habit of taking second and even third servings, I could tell he was enjoying my rapidly expanding culinary repertoire.
The one thing Nick had gotten very strict about was establishing a designated bedtime for me.
I was apparently going to bed too late for his taste.
On weekends he allowed me to stay up late, but during the week, especially from Mondays to Thursdays, he was very diligent about getting me to bed by 9 PM sharp.
I found it a little draconian at first.
I mean, I wasn't a kid anymore! And even though he WAS my boss and WAS several years older than me, I wasn't too happy about suddenly having a bedtime for the first time in over a decade.
If he would've given me a more reasonable curfew...say, something like midnight or 11 PM, I might've responded more favourably.
But being twenty-three and being ordered to bed at 9 PM sharp was like a slap in the face for me.
Suffice to say, I wasn't very cooperative with his demands when he initially announced this new set of ground rules.
I don't wanna go into too many details about this, but let's just say that Nick didn't tolerate my disobedience for very long.
When he was in a good mood, he called me his "little prince" and referred to me as "babe", "sunshine-boi" and that sorta stuff.
But those few times I ended up stepping over my bounds or not doing what I was told, I got my ass handed to me and was knocked down on my butt so hard I thought I was a six-year-old kid all over again.
I tried the mouthing off, holding my ground and arguing tactic.
Nick simply dealt with that by putting me to bed by force.
When I mean "by force", I actually mean, by force!
I was physically picked up and taken to the bedroom against my will.
That's when I was introduced to my two new worst enemies.
Both arrived by mail a few days before.
One I'd been warned about, the other came as a surprise.
That night, I was forcibly put to bed in my very own, custom-made sleepsack.
Like I said, I don't want to go into too many details, but by the time I was fully zipped up and sacked, I was very upset and in tears.
Being restrained wasn't what drove me over the edge.
Rather, it was the manner in which I'd been severely stripped, belted, spanked and reprimanded that humiliated me so.
Nick took care of my sobs by fixing me up with the new inflatable plug gag he'd bought.
The thing was buckled behind my head, and after eight successive hand pumps, I was left lying there with a really fat rubber ball filling my mouth.
I don't know if you can tell by reading these words, but I felt very upset and humiliated that night.
Nick left me on my own for several hours after that.
When he finally re-entered the bedroom to call it a night, I half-expected him to ungag me and apologise for the rough treatment I'd been given. But that's not exactly what happened.
Instead of hushing me down, the giant, 6'4 muscle-King simply flipped me over on my stomach, crushed my puny body beneath his hulking form, and gave me a brutal fucking through the convenient opening at the back of my spandex prison.
It continued like that, night after night, after night.
Even when I became more cooperative and even when I brushed my teeth and made it to bed before being told, the big, broad-shouldered, blond Alpha would come into the bedroom and zip me up into that stupid sleepsack of his!
And that wasn't all.
I'd stopped complaining altogether, but after a full two weeks of obediently being put to bed at 9 PM, I was still being forcibly muzzled with that damnable rubber plug gag!
You'd think that after two weeks, he'd start easing up on the pump count and give me some slack.
But noooo! It was always eight pumps.
EIGHT fuckin STUPID pumps of that incredibly bulbous plug gag.
I hated it!
I hated it SO much!
The sleepsack was even worse than the one Zack had lent us.
It was every bit as tight and was made of the same stretchy, breathable, yet seemingly indestructible material.
The main difference between this one and the previous one was the front opening that gave Nick access to my dick.
Normally, I might've enjoyed that.
But being edged for hours on end by a horny guy with hands as big as my boyfriend's didn't exactly fit into what I'd call "having a good time."
Torture was more like it!
Nick and I still enjoyed a fair amount of mushy time together.
I was still kissed, held and cradled in his arms when we watched TV, and I still got to choke on his oversized cock and worship his huge muscles on a daily basis.
It's just that in bed, he wanted me secured and gagged for some reason.
I wonder if Jeremy's been put through a similar routine by Zack...with the sleepsack and all.
My friend and I stayed in close touch during the weeks following his move, but we hadn't really talked about anything kinky.
From what I was able to gather, the boy's been adapting to his new life and his new Master rather well.
From the way he wrote me and the way he talked about it over the phone, I could tell he was madly in love and happier than he'd ever been.
Going back to my own affairs; aside from the fuss I made about my bedtime and the brief altercation that ensued afterwards, things have been going really well between Nick and myself.
No, I wasn't anywhere near being able to comfortably handle his size yet.
But the pain and physical discomfort of being fucked by him became part of my nightly routine, and I was beginning to accept the fact that I was gonna be taken and used on a near-daily basis.
If I was gonna spend the rest of my days living under his rule and live my life out as his personal house-boi, then learning to accept that was part of the deal.
He gave me food, shelter and safety.
And I gave him a hole to fuck and a mouth to use whenever he saw fit.
Of course, our relationship went much deeper than that.
But the nature of it remained somewhat animalistic.
You get the point.
The one thing I'm especially proud to tell you about is my clever handling of another rather "delicate" matter.
Ever since that day I got on my knees and willingly sucked Nick's toes, the blond hunk's been demanding the same form of tribute on an almost daily basis.
At first, I thought I would just pass out and be sick from the stench of his socked soles.
But surprisingly enough, I managed to stay one step ahead of the game by always making my moves before Nick made his!
Instead of waiting for him to order me to get to work on his feet, I offered myself up to him and voluntarily gave him the attention he deserved when his feet were most suitable for worship.
That is, after his shower!
I'd fix up my routine so that every evening when he got home from work, I was busy getting the supper ready or preparing a dessert for later on...ANYTHING to stay away from those horribly foul-smelling soles of his!
We'd eat supper, and one of the first things Nick wanted to do after eating his meal, was take a nice, warm shower and then plop himself down on the couch with a cold beer in one hand and the TV remote in the other.
That was usually my cue.
Virtually any time he came out of the shower, I came running for his feet, slobbering over them, knowing that his appetite would be quenched and that I'd be off the hook for another day.
I don't know if Nick was catching on to my strategy, but he didn't seem to mind either way.
As long as he was getting his soles worshipped and as long as he was getting his toes sucked, he was satisfied.
And so far, I'd been able to cater to his demands rather well.
All in all, I was really happy living here with Nick.
We'd made plans to go on a double-date camping trip with Zack and Jeremy on the third weekend of May, and my Master had also discussed the possibility of taking me up to see his parents sometime in early June.
As the days went by, I grew fonder and fonder of the man I called my lover.
He was everything to me.
A teacher, a master, and in some ways...a friend.
When Nick suddenly got a call from his distressed mother, telling him that his aunt was in critical condition at the hospital, my daytime routine suddenly changed and things quickly took a nosedive for the worse.
Instead of joining Nick on a trip to visit his mother's sister, I found myself temporarily being placed under his cousin Shawn's custody.
That particular fiasco lasted only a few days.
But it led me to meet some particularly shady characters.
Let me explain.
(je sais toujours pas dire "grand écart" en anglais, mais c'est l'idée...)
The sleepsack seems cruel.... I want one.
so angry at Shawn! I hope he gets what's coming to him. Poor Steven. So not cool of that fucker to do that to him.
