Chapter 104 - Apology Accepted
Tuesday, April 25 (6:30 PM)
After browning my onions and garlic in the buttered pan, I turned the other heating element on to get the water boiling.
Nick walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge door before peering inside and gulping down a protein drink.
"What are you making?" he asked casually, walking up behind me so that his big, underwear-clad crotch was up against my butt.
"Just some pasta." I answered meekly, knowing this particular chicken-basil pasta was one of his favourites.
He stood there, quietly watching me as I chopped the fresh basil leaves and added cream and tomato paste into the frying pan where the chicken, garlic and onions were simmering.
From the smell of his freshly soaped up body, I knew he'd just gotten out of the shower a few minutes ago.
Without a word, the jock gave me a slap on the ass before slowly walking away and texting on his phone.
I looked at him as he walked out of the kitchen and couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of his incredibly muscular, underwear-clad form casually strolling around the house.
Broad shoulders, thick biceps, massive thighs and a really BIG butt. Nick had it all and he knew it.
We ate our supper and hardly spoke at all.
Even though I'd given him lots of chicken in his pasta, Nick ate his plate in less than five minutes and helped himself to a second serving, which I was hoping he'd bring to work tomorrow.
He didn't say anything. But I knew he loved this recipe.
He ate like an elephant, but then again it only made sense considering how much food he needed to keep those giant muscles of his, nice and plump.
I was still only finishing my first serving when Nick finished his second one and got up to grab a beer from the fridge.
He left the kitchen, headed for the living room and turned the TV on before plopping himself down on the leather couch.
I was already getting up and clearing the table when the hunk ordered me to get the dishes done and clean up the kitchen.
Being told what I already knew what frustrating, but I decided to stay quiet and carry on without a fuss.
"Yes, Sir." I answered in a low tone, remembering that this wasn't the right time to start an argument.
I quietly got to work, getting the kitchen cleaned up, unloading the dishwasher and putting the dirty dishes in.
I could hear what sounded like a hockey game playing on the TV. Normally, Nick would've been into that, commenting on each and every move, protesting loudly whenever one of the referees failed to make the correct call. Tonight, however, things were much quieter.
Nick was probably too busy texting to pay attention to the game.
I cleaned the jock's lunchbox out and worked on making his lunch for the following day, hoping to earn his favour back by adding extra pickles into his lightly peppered tomato-chicken sandwich.
Nick ate a LOT, so I added a plastic container containing a three-bean salad I'd just made, added his orange juice, protein shakes, granola bars, apple and nectarine to the box, before zipping it shut and putting it into the fridge for tomorrow morning.
It was already past 8 PM when I turned the kitchen lights off and headed for the washroom in order to get cleaned up.
I did my business, showered, shaved, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair up and threw my clothes into the hamper before scampering over to the bedroom and picking out some clean clothes to wear.
I quickly got into my tight, black and yellow jockstrap, put on a pair of white ankle socks and grabbed one of Nick's old and oversized grey hoodies before putting it on.
I loved parading around the house wearing his old shirts and sweaters.
The hoodie was thick and over two sizes too big for me.
The sleeves were long and the bottom of the hoodie went down over my crotch and much of my upper butt.
Still, it smelled wonderful and felt super warm and comfy against my freshly soaped up skin. Plus, it left a portion of my jockstrap-clad ass exposed and visible, something I knew Nick enjoyed seeing quite a bit.
He really liked seeing and fondling it whenever he had the opportunity.
Satisfied with my looks after glancing in the mirror, I slowly made my way to the living room before standing in front of the couch, patiently waiting for Nick's instructions.
The jock looked up at me briefly before going back to texting and extending his left arm, motioning for me to sit down on the couch next to him.
It didn't take long for him to put his cell phone down and wrap his big arms around me as I crawled next to him and sort of rested myself submissively onto his lap.
He felt so warm, dressed only in his pair of dark blue, Adidas running shorts.
The shorts were only a bit longer than your average boxer-briefs, leaving most of my lover's giant, beefy thighs exposed.
His thighs were easily twice as thick as mine and probably five times as strong, I thought to myself, still in awe at the size and thickness of my blond, muscle-god's body.
Even as I watched the TV, I felt his domineering gaze settle onto me and felt his left hand slide over my bare ass and fondle my vulnerable crack.
I couldn't stop myself from gasping and moaning lightly.
The jock just brought his other hand up to my face and used it to cover my chin, mouth and nose before fondling me anew.
Feeling especially warm and mushy, I curled up into my lover's lap and moaned into his huge hand, trying to convey to him just how submissive and sorry I was about my foolish behaviour a few hours ago.
Of course, none of this changed the fact that Jeremy was gone. But part of me had to accept that he'd left on his own free will and that I probably wouldn't see him again for a long time.
I was back to being a sub without a friend...
Nick licked his finger and continued gently fondling my bare ass, causing me to moan and twitch every time he got close to my orifice, the part of me, he hadn't really explored yet.
Truth be known, I was really nervous about that.
Part of me wanted to know what gay sex was all about. But the other part of me was scared to death about having Nick's enormous, veined shaft tear into my sensitive, tight ass.
It probably would have been FAR less scary if my boyfriend wasn't a two-meter tall, 100 kg giant who could probably snap me in half with one arm tied behind his back.
I was a little past 9PM now and almost time for the second and final game intermission.
My eyes were partially shut when the doorbell rang and startled me from the comfort of Nick's embrace.
I got a light slap on the ass and was told to get up and answer the door.
"That's Zack. Go answer the door." Nick ordered.
I did so, both startled and apprehensive about Zack's coming over.
I had no idea if he already knew about Jeremy's departure or if Nick planned on telling him face to face.
Either way, I had no desire to face Zack right now, or feel more guilty about this whole situation than I already felt.
I opened the door and looked up to see the big, hunky, brown-haired jock.
Zack walked in, completely wet and drenched with sweat.
I couldn't help but notice his black nylon trackies as he took his light hoodie and leather jacket off, revealing the long-sleeved, blue compression shirt he was wearing over his broad torso.
It was the same one I'd seen in his hockey bag when Nick had gone browsing through it in the SUV, yesterday.
Zack's face was wet, his hair was dripping, his massive chest heaving and his blue Under Armour shirt was literally glistening with sweat.
He'd obviously just gotten back from a hockey game.
"Hey Stevie." he greeted, squeezing my shoulder as he walked in and handed me his jacket and hoodie.
He knew something was up with Jeremy, but probably didn't know why Nick had asked him to come over in a rush.
"How was the game?" Nick asked as his buddy walked into the living room and plopped down next to him, on the couch.
"It was fuckin' good. You should have been there man...." Zack answered, before his voice got drowned out by the commercials playing on TV.
I quietly hung his coat inside the entrance closet and walked into the kitchen, nervously leaving the two jocks alone in the living room.
I didn't wanna be there when Nick told Zack about Jeremy.
Even though Jeremy had left on his own volition, part of me still felt guilty and responsible.
I remained in the kitchen and started fidgeting through one of the recipe books, trying to make out the conversation the two were having a few meters away.
I could only hear voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying.
Nick appeared to be talking in a subdued tone and it didn't help that the TV was on pretty loud.
A few more minutes passed before Nick called out for me and summoned me into the living room.
"Get me another beer and get one for Zack as well." he ordered, sending me scampering back to the kitchen in my little socks and jockstrap.
When I returned with the beers, I couldn't help but notice Zack's blank, slightly angered expression.
He was no doubt as lost and as puzzled as we were about Jeremy's decision to go back to Brad.
Zack probably figured he had the young boi hooked by now and didn't appear to be expecting this in the least.
It wasn't a huge, emotional loss, given the two had met only a short while ago, but I could tell from his facial expression that he was less than happy.
This probably wasn't what he was expecting hear when Nick texted him and told him to come over right after his hockey practice.
Keeping my head down, I quietly handed both hunks their beers before slowly pulling away and heading back in to the kitchen.
Zack took it, without saying thanks and Nick did the same, although he called out for me when I started walking away.
"Pup." he said, 'causing me to turn around and face the couch.
"Come here." he ordered, motioning for me to walk over to where he was sitting.
I did so, slowly sliding my feet across the floor and keeping my gaze downwards to match Zack's less-than-happy mood.
The big, sweaty hockey hunk was obviously taking all of this in, trying to figure out where he'd erred and wondering whether or not he could've done more to secure his young protégé's fate.
"Come here." Nick repeated, scooting forward on the couch and extending his arms around me.
I was made to sit on the bare-chested jock's lap and was quickly briefed on the decision he and Zack had taken together.
Nick didn't go in too many details, but he did make it clear that Jeremy was on his own from now on and that neither he nor Zack would try to free the boi again.
Jeremy had been given the chance to start a new life, yet he still chose to go back to his former Master.
This was out of our hands now and Jeremy would have to solve his own fate from now on.
Nick could tell I was really sad to hear this, so he reassured me that our door, and Zack's, would remain open in case Jeremy ever came to his senses.
It was obvious though that I was being partially blamed for the boy's departure.
In truth, he probably wouldn't have contacted Brad and left, had I been there to distract him and keep him away from Nick's online messaging platforms.
I knew Brad's poison would take a while to leave Jeremy's system. Knew that the boi probably still had some feelings for his sadistic, abusive master...but I still decided to put my own sexual fantasies at the forefront instead of staying alert and focusing on keeping my friend busy and away from Brad. I was short-sighted and more than that, I'd acted selfishly.
I'd failed in my task and I knew that both Nick and Zack held me partially responsible.
And for that, I couldn't blame them.
"You're going to apologise to Zack." Nick told me, putting a hand at the back of my head, prodding me to look the sweaty, hockey hunk in the face.
"I'm sorry." I said, almost immediately earning a slap on the ass. "I'm sorry Master Zack." I corrected, quickly glancing down and letting my head hang in respect.
Zack said nothing.
He wasn't angry or anything. Maybe a little upset, but definitely not angry.
"It's okay, boi." he finally answered, setting his eyes back to the hockey game playing on TV, still heaving and transpiring from the long workout-practice he'd just gotten back from. Beads of sweat were streaming down the muscle-hunk's face and his hair was partially damp and matted down. I couldn't help but notice how the living room was starting to musk up a little.
"There. Much better." Nick spoke, rubbing my back with his large hand.
His next order though, came as a complete surprise to me.
I wasn't expecting this at all, but from the unsurprised look on Zack's sweaty face, the two of them had probably already discussed this while I was in the kitchen fetching their beers.
"Now get down on the floor." Nick ordered, gently pushing me off his lap and keeping a hand clamped tightly around the back of my neck.
I was quickly guided into a kneeling position in front of the couch.
"That's it. Now scoot forward." he told me, pushing me closer to Zack, making me kneel between the large hockey jock's nylon-clad knees.
"You're gonna show Zack how sorry you are and you're gonna give him a blowjob." he ordered, pushing me in closer toward the giant, stone-faced, hockey hunk.
My eyes shot wide in surprise as I looked up to see Zack's incredibly handsome face look down at me with a fiery lust in his eyes.
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