Date: Sun, 02 Jan 2022 03:39:29 +0000 From: bwacko Subject: My New Neighbor Nick - Part 3 Please enjoy the story below. Please let me know if you enjoy it by emailing me at bwacko@protonmail.com. I try to respond to everyone! Hearing from people really makes it worth it. :) Disclaimer: If you're not of age in your area, it's illegal for you to read of boys discovering themselves in a sexual manner, or don't like that kind of material, please leave now. Support Nifty! This great site let's us write these great stories and hosts them free of charge. Make sure to donate! Chapter Note: I'm sorry it took me so long to continue the story. Life does that sometimes. I have actually written a number of chapters, and things have gone astray from my original plan like they tend to do sometimes with stories. As such the paragraph about things that happened 'in the future' in the first chapter no longer applies, as it's less about my life, and more about a fantasy. There will also be a little more story sometimes between erotic areas. I hope that's okay. It didn't really flow otherwise. I hope you enjoy the future regardless. --- My boxers were shot. I didn't want to put them on even after I'd wiped them clean. It just seemed icky and not right with the stains that were there now. I'd have to just get another pair in the morning. Which meant no more playing around tonight. That was unfortunate. I left my boxers in the sink to dry and went out of the bathroom with just my shorts on. As I walked out of the bathroom I found that all the lights were off. That was weird. Maybe Nick had decided it was time for bed. I went to where our stuff was on the floor but he wasn't there. I was confused. "Nick?" I asked the darkness, my eyes still adjusting after having been in the bathroom with the light on. The TV turned on suddenly and I spun around to look at it, my heart pounding. Was I suddenly in some kind of horror movie or something? No, it was just a trap. Nick was behind me before I realized what was going on and he wrapped an arm around my neck, surprising me. His other arm snaked under my armpit and then went behind my head. Because he was taller it was causing me to stretch out a bit. "Hey, no fair! You cheated!" I said annoyedly. "What is this anyways?" "You'll see," was Nick's only reply as he walked backwards, then fell onto the couch, forcing me down with him. I struggled to free my one arm, but the way he had his arm under my armpit kept it forced up above my head. I couldn't bend it enough to do more than touch his arm around my neck. My other hand was free, but when I tried to get my fingers in to pull his arm away from my neck I found it was locked in place by how his other arm was behind my head. "Remember when I said there's other, less scary ways to knock someone out?" Nick asked calmly, his voice almost sickeningly sweet. "Yeah," I replied. "Well, this is one of them." That was all the warning he gave me as suddenly I felt a pressure grow around my neck and my head was forced forward into the crux of his arm. At first I didn't feel anything, but it took only seconds for me to realize that my body felt heavy. I panicked. I started pulling at his arm with my free hand but it was locked tight. My vision began to blur, then within moments blackness swallowed it all. The next thing I remember I jerked awake and no time had passed. At least, it didn't seem like any time had passed. "See, that wasn't as scary, was it?" Nick asked from behind me. I realized then that we had fallen sideways onto the couch, laying across it. Nick was still behind me, and my head was still trapped, except now his thick legs were around my torso as well, just below my ribs. "Ugh, that was weird. Let me go!" I said, pulling on his arm again. "Nah, I like this." Nick said, echoing my earlier sentiment when I'd had him pinned and wouldn't release him. "It's not fair, you snuck up on me!" I complained. My hand was resting on his arm now, but I wasn't prying against it anymore. It wasn't going anywhere unless Nick wanted it to. All in all it wasn't a bad position to be in. His skin was warm against my own, his chest against my back. It was comfortable. It just felt right. It was also making me hard again. This whole situation was. Trapped as I was in his arms, under his control. Not that I particularly liked the idea of being knocked out, but it was kind of hot. "Guess you should pay better attention then, huh," Nick said into my ear. Then without warning he started to squeeze my neck again. I quickly found myself reflexively trying to free myself once more, but his smooth arm around my throat was locked in place. I tried to speak again, but my tongue felt thick and then everything went black. "You drooled on me," I heard Nick say as consciousness returned. He was still behind me. I was still trapped. I wiped at my mouth and found that I had drooled. Gross. "Guess you should let me go then huh?" I asked, jerking my body a bit to try and get free. His legs were locked in though too, so I was mostly immobile. "I don't think so. I want to play a little game. Let's see how much pain you can take." "What?" I asked, then felt his legs flex around my midsection. "Ow, shit! Stop!" And for once, he did. "Here's the deal. You have one free hand. If you touch my arm I won't squeeze your neck any tighter, if you touch my leg I won't squeeze your body any tighter." It was a demented game he had in mind, but my betraying member was twitching at the thought. "I think you should just let me go instead." "I don't think so. Now, are you ready? Here we go." And then he very slowly began flexing his legs and his arm both. My hand immediately went to my neck, and as promised he stopped squeezing. But he didn't let up either. It just didn't get any tighter. His legs did though, and I already knew the kind of damage they could cause, and I could feel myself panicking again as the pain began. "Stop, let me go!" I said loudly again, struggling against his holds. But of course he didn't, because I didn't say the magic word. It was still there if I needed it. But the struggling for freedom was as much of a turn on as the hold itself. The pain around my torso was becoming unbearable and I found my hand moving down to his legs. Again they didn't squeeze more, but they didn't stop where they were. Instead the arm around my neck began to tighten. It was a thrilling, frightening experience as my hand shifted back and forth between leg and arm every few seconds until it just couldn't make the distance anymore. My hand finally settled on his legs for the last time and I could feel the flexed muscles under the smooth skin. It was the last thing I remembered. As I woke up again I realized that things had changed. Nick was sitting behind me on the couch and I had been moved to the floor in front of him. I hadn't been freed however. Instead of his strong arm being wrapped around my throat, it was now one of his strong, thick legs. The little hairs of his leg tickled my chin and I could feel them as I reached up my hands to try and assess my situation. "Now what?" I asked, confused. My hands were both free, but he literally had a leg around the front and sides of my neck. I was a little worried. I knew how strong his legs were, and in this position I didn't know what kind of damage he might be able to do. "Now we relax and watch some TV. Except I'm going to knock you out if I get bored." I was horrified. "What? No! That's not fair! Just let me go. If we're going to do something like this it should at least be a fair fight!" I shoved at his leg, pulled on it, but it was like trying to pull a vice away from my neck. His other long leg hung loose and actually almost touched the ground despite his positioning. Damn tall people. "I think it's plenty fair," Nick said almost boredly as he started flipping through channels. He flexed the muscles in his leg and I felt them bury into my neck, making me start to feel a little groggy. Then he relaxed. Flexed. Relaxed. It was sinister. I was so hard. "Yeah because you're the one who's doing it. I don't think it's fair." Nick just shrugged lightly. "Dang, can't find anything good," he said, and then he flexed. He didn't even need to pull his leg tighter, simply flex the large muscles, and they dug into my neck. I pulled and pulled, I even started hitting his leg. He just laughed lightly. "You can't escape Jason. My legs are way stronger than your arms." And he was right. Here I was, completely at the mercy of this kid two years younger than me. Again. I jerked awake and found myself in the same position. My hands immediately went back up to his legs but he didn't even seem to notice. He'd found an old replay of a hockey game and it had his attention. It gave me time to struggle, but I couldn't even move the younger boy in the slightest. A commercial hit and I felt the leg flex again. A handful of struggling seconds passed and I was out like a light once again. This time when I jerked awake I noticed something different. I was already hard from being trapped, because it was just so damn hot despite it all, but now I felt something running up and down shaft slowly. My hands dropped to my lap to find Nick's free foot was just barely able to reach my manhood. He had realized it to, and he was using it for his own sadistic means. I groaned as I felt myself release some precum. "No, you need to stop, I don't have anything else to wear," I said. I pleaded. But he didn't. I grabbed his foot and forced it off my crotch, but as soon as I did he flexed the leg around my neck, causing my hands to fly up and again fruitlessly try to peel it off. He relaxed but his foot was again slowly messing around in my nether regions. I couldn't see his face from this position, but I bet he was being a smug punk about it. "No...please...please stop..." I said as I grabbed his foot again and pulled it away. Right on queue my neck was constricted again. It was just turning me on more and more. At this rate I'd be walking around naked. "Nah, I think I'll keep going." Nick said, sounding bored. My arms were heavy from the lack of oxygen to my brain, and I wondered if Nick forgot to release me. Now I was weaker and his other foot was back in my crotch. I tried to tap out, I tried to remove his foot, but I just didn't have the strength for it all of a sudden. Apparently that didn't stop my other head from doing what it did though. Minutes passed. I tried my best not to shoot, but his foot never stopped. "Shhhhhhiiitttt." I managed to drawl out as I lost the battle and soiled my shorts. It was only then that Nick finally released me. My neck was free, my crotch was free. I was able to look up at him. He indeed looked like a smug punk. "Should clean that up," he teased. I just grunted and forced myself to stand, using a hand under my shorts to make sure I didn't drip anything anywhere on my way to the bathroom. I took them off once I was inside and investigated the damage. It was bad. Stains everywhere and a big pool of whiteness. I wiped them clean as I could with toilet paper and water yet again, then put them to dry next to my boxers. Then I stood there, naked. I didn't have anything else to wear. So I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. It was the best I could do. The TV was still on when I left the bathroom and Nick was still on the couch. He looked over at me as I exited and wrinkled his nose. "Don't mess in my towels." "Then stop forcing me to cum!" "But it's so much fuuuuun," Nick said, grinning evilly. "Yeah, sure it is." I said, rolling my eyes. "What, you don't like it?" Okay, well, he had me there. "That's not the point! I only have so many clothes!" Nick just shrugged, then looked back at the TV as the game came back on. I didn't hesitate. I lunged for him and hit him in the side, knocking him sideways onto the couch. He'd known it was coming. We laughed as we struggled to some kind of hold on each other. I finally managed to get behind him and partially mimic his hold from earlier, wrapping one arm around his neck and locking the other one behind his head. I didn't know what I was doing though, not like he had. I tried to squeeze and he started coughing and tapping quickly. "Doing it...wrong..." he gasped out. I stopped squeezing, but I didn't let go. "What do you mean?" "You're crushing my throat." "Then tell me how to do it properly." I demanded. "How about I show you?" Nick asked as he pulled at my arms. I wasn't letting go, no way. I certainly wasn't letting him get the hold on me again. "Uh, no, you just explain, or I'll go back to squeezing like I was." "Fine," Nick muttered before reaching up and moving my arms slightly. "It's about these two blood things here in the neck. You make it so that the blood doesn't flow to the brain and they pass out. You don't squeeze, you flex and push that part of the neck into your muscles." Muscles that I, after having been working out, actually had. Another reason he couldn't escape despite my bad hold. I listened to his instructions, then followed them. "Like this?" I asked. His response wasn't verbal, but it was physical. He suddenly began pulling on my arm, trying to get free. No coughing this time. Then I saw his movements slow down. And finally his hands dropped. I kept the hold for a few extra seconds to make sure, then I stopped pushing. It was weird feeling his whole body weight against me. You don't realize how heavy someone is until they're unconscious. Well good. Now it was my turn to have some fun. My foot touched his shorts and I could feel he was hard, despite being unconscious. Perfect. I laid sideways on the couch facing the TV and began moving both of my feet around his thickness. He came to a few seconds later and groaned in surprise and pleasure. I didn't hesitate. I shook him a little to make sure he was awake. As soon as his hands reached up to my arms I clamped down again. "Oomf," Nick said in surprise. It was nice to see him being the one panicking for once. He pulled at my arms, but I was stronger than he was thanks to the gym, and especially in this position. Even as he went out I didn't stop my feet on either side of his length. I had a plan. A very, very evil plan. Another handful of seconds and Nick was awake once more, moaning softly. I could tell he was getting close to shooting. I waited, then once I was sure it wasn't far off I tightened the hold again. "No! Stop!" Nick said, but it was fruitless. He could ask all he wanted, but I was in charge now. He went unconscious, then seconds later he came, filling his shorts while he was still out. It was cruel, and I loved it. I let him go and as he came to again he groaned. "No way! You knocked me out for the best part? That's...not cool!" "That'll teach you to cheat, won't it." I said, pushing him off of the couch onto the floor. "Next time fight fair." Nick cleaned himself up and then we spent the rest of the night watching TV and eating pizza and snacks.