Date: Sun, 02 Jan 2022 03:53:34 +0000 From: bwacko Subject: My New Neighbor Nick - Part 4 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 didn't want things to get too stale, and this is where it kind of drifts even further away from reality. New characters! And more to come. I hope you enjoy. --- The next morning my clothes were dry, though embarassingly there were still little stains inside of them. I'd have to wash these myself. I really didn't need my parents seeing it. Nick was still asleep when I went back home to take a shower and change. I considered bringing an extra pair of boxers, but figured after the previous night we might just want to relax. By the time I was done and went back next door Nick was awake and eating cold pizza for breakfast. I joined him. We started chatting about what we should do that day. Definitely swimming. Video games. Maybe ride our bikes down to the video store and rent a movie or something. There was so many possibilities. A lot of that went out the window when, shortly after we finished eating, the house phone rang. Nick answered it. "Hello? Oh hey. What? Dad's not here." I was still at the table which was near the phone and could tell instantly that Nick wasn't happy about something. "Well can't he go to one of his friends or something?" There was silence, then a groan. "Fine, whatever, as long as it's not very long." He hung up the phone and looked at me. "That was my mom. My step-brother has to come stay, but just for a little bit," he said the last quickly when he saw the look of dismay on my face. "Why? Why can't he go somewhere else?" "I guess there's some work emergency and my step-dad is gone. She doesn't want to leave him home alone and there's no time to find somewhere else." I groaned. There went our plans of just relaxing. Now we had to babysit. "How old is he?" "Twelve." "Wait, he's only a year younger than you?" That was weird, but then they were only step-brothers. "Yeah. But maybe it won't be all bad. He's the one who showed me some of those wrestling moves. He's been doing it since he was little." I quirked an eyebrow at that. "Huh. I guess maybe he can show us something new at least." I still wasn't happy. "I still don't understand why he can't just stay home alone. He's twelve." "He's, uh, kind of small I guess. He hasn't gone through puberty yet, so my parents worry he can't take care of himself." That made a bit more sense I supposed, but it still annoyed me. "Fine. When will they be here." "Ten minutes." We took the time alotted to clean up around the house to make it more presentable considering we'd have a guest. Not only that, but if his mom came in to look around we wanted it to look like we were keeping the place up. Which we had been, really, besides some wrappers and stuff strewn around. A short time later there was a knock on the door. I followed Nick towards it, hanging back a bit just to be there in case his mom needed something, like proof there was someone older there. I didn't need to worry though. She'd just dropped the kid off and run. "Hey Luis," Nick said, not sounding entirely thrilled at the presence of his younger step-brother. The boy walked in wearing a baggy shirt and shorts, very 90's rapper-esque. The shirt could've been a dress. He was just a little over five feet tall, which seemed right for his age. He was also Hispanic, which kind of threw me for a loop. I guess when it's a step-brother it could be anything though. "Hey," Luis replied, looking around the house. "So your dad's gone?" "Yeah." Nick closed the door, then motioned towards me. "This is Jason. He's my friend from next door. Dad asked him to make sure nothing happened while he was gone." I immediately got a bad vibe from Luis. Like he was one of those kids who tried hard to be super-cool and better than everyone else. He looked me over from the door, then just said, "Yo." "Yo," I replied, arms crossed over my chest as I looked him over. Well this would be an interesting little bit, however long that entailed. "So what do you have to do around here for fun?" "Well, we were thinking of swimming or something. Maybe we could even do some wrestling." Nick replied smoothly. "Oh yo you wrestle?" Luis asked me, intrigued, but when I shook my head he just waved it off. "Whatever. Just a fan right? Well maybe I can show you some stuff later." "Did you bring anything to swim in?" Nick asked as he walked further into the house and towards the back door where the pool was. It was one of those above ground pools, not super deep, but good enough for a little swim and large enough for a good sized group of people. Luis looked out at the pool, then shook his head. "Nah, didn't know your dad bought one of these." I considered for a moment, then said, "My brother's has some spare trunks. They might fit you. Might be a little small though." "Yeah, that's cool, thanks," and he actually seemed grateful. I just nodded. "Be right back." My brother was ten, but he had some bigger trunks and I grabbed a pair without really asking. It wasn't like it would matter. He wouldn't be using them right now anyways. I changed while I was home as well, but took my other clothes so I could change back later as well. I went back next door and offered the trunks to Luis. "Think these'll work?" "Good enough." Nick had gone to change as well, so I went outside and jumped into the pool to wait. I was swimming in a lazy circle when I heard the sliding door open and Nick and Luis were talking as they walked out. I stood up in the pool to look over...and my jaw dropped. Luis was ripped. The baggy clothes had hidden it, but this kid had some serious muscle for his age. He reminded me a lot of a young gymnast. He must be a killer wrestler. Despite the fact he was three years younger than me, I wondered how close of a match we might actually be. Hell, his legs were thick for his age, and the slightly too-small trunks left little to the imagination. I backed away as they jumped into the pool and we all began to swim around. We played games, like Marco-Polo, and really actually had a decent time despite the inclusion of another person. Once he'd relaxed he seemed to be a pretty chill type of person. We stayed in the pool for a while, but eventually we climbed out to dry off and go back inside. It was getting hot, and the sun beat right down on the pool area at mid-day. Once we'd dried off and made our way inside, we took turns changing, but no one put their shirts back on. It was going to get hot inside too and we were waiting as long as we could before turning on the air conditioner. We all sat on the floor in front of the TV for a bit, flipping through the channels and snacking on some chips and crackers when it finally came up. "So, you want me to show you how to wrestle?" "Well, I mean, we kind of have been a little bit, but maybe you can show us some more moves." I said, and Nick nodded his agreement. "I already showed him some pins, and the scissors. Even knocked him out with some sleepers," Nick said smugly. "Yeah, but I got you back," I reminded him, for some reason not wanting to seem weak in front of this younger brother. I wasn't sure why, but I just didn't. "Alright alright. You want real moves or fun shit?" Luis asked. I was surprised by his language, but then I grinned a bit and shrugged. "I dunno. Some of both I guess." "Sure. Lay on your stomach." I blinked, then looked between the two of them. "Who, me?" "Yeah, you." Luis said dryly. "Ain't no one else I'm talking to." "Well what about Nick?" "He can watch and learn." Great. I got to be the practice dummy. I moved to the center of the carpet and laid down on my stomach. I felt the kids weight on my back. "Alright, so when you got them like this you can do a couple of things." Luis suddenly reached under my chin and wrenched upwards. "Oh shit," I said in surprise as he he was able to make me start bending backwards. He really was strong. "You can also trap their arms first. You put them over your knees like this then scoot close." As he explained I felt him pull my arms behind me, then lay then high up and over his knees. Then he moved further up my back and I was completely chicken winged. "They aren't getting out until you let them, and you can punish them this way." Luis said as he reached both hands under my chin and begin to bend me backwards again. "Ahh, ahh!" I tried to get out while he basically held my mouth closed. The pain started okay, but he kept bending me further and further. I struggled, but my arms were trapped and my legs couldn't do anything more than kick. I couldn't even try and roll since his feet were planted. "You just do this until they give up, or until you're satisfied," Luis explained, and I heard something sadistic in his voice as he slowly started rocking me back and forth. I tapped out quickly, but it took him a few seconds to release me. My poor back was not a fan and it complained even once I was again flat on the ground. But Luis was just beginning. "You go the other way and you can bend them from the legs," the twelve year old said and he spun around on my back, standing to grab my ankles and pull them up. He started crouching with my ankles locked and I felt my back again start to complain. "Ah, shit, I give! I give!" I yelled and Luis released me again as my legs flopped to the ground. I reached a hand behind me to rub my poor back. It had just been through some unexpected abuse. "Now from here there's different things we can do with the arms to keep them from moving." Luis again pulled my arms back and this time he ran an arm under one elbow and grabbed my other arm with his hand before rolling to the side, positioning himself on the ground behind me. His legs came up and figure four'd my stomach to hold me in place. I struggled against his grip but in this position he was just too strong. He may just be too strong altogether. "Now all kinds of things can happen here," Luis explained, and for the first time I saw Nick, grinning like an idiot. It struck me then. He knew what Luis was like. He knew this would happen. He was enjoying watching me be tortured. I suddenly found myself struggling harder, really trying to get loose. I couldn't even get him to budge in the slightest. "Hey, how about you let me watch now." "Maybe in a minute," Luis replied before he continued on with his explanation. "From here you can do a smother," his free arm came up and covered my nose and mouth and I found myself suddenly without a source of air. I panicked, kicking and struggling, but this short twelve year old was controlling me. He released his hand and I took in a deep breath. "Or you can just hit the veins in the neck with your fingers and push." He pulled the hair at the front of my head and it forced me to tilt my head back. He released me once my neck was extended and he placed his hand in a certain spot and began squeezing the side of my neck. I instantly recognized what he was doing as the blood flow was cut off. A version of the sleeper. "Do this long enough and they'll pass out." I was almost at the pass out stage, my vision growing dark, when he released me and the fog cleared. "Then, with your legs like this, all it takes is a little clamping here," and as he tightened the figure four I felt my torso explode in pain. It was just as bad as when Nick did it. Worse of all there was no where I could tap to give up. He applied just enough pressure that I was in pain without that point that Nick reached where I passed out. It was agony. "I give!" I said, trying not to sound too desparate. "Quiet, I'm teaching." Luis chided without releasing the pressure. "And of course you can do more than one." He kept his legs clamped down and then began applying the pressure to my neck again. I couldn't believe how utterly humiliated I was being by this little kid. I struggled, I fought, but my strength, size, and weight were no advantage here. Luis knew what was he was doing, and he knew just how long to clamp on too. I was just about out when he released my neck. I felt myself released completely and the fog began to clear. I was not all there but he kept talking. "And finally, one of my favorites." He rolled me off, then slid under my face, bringing his legs up in a triangle and trapping one of my arms so it pressed against my neck. "There ain't no escaping this one. Just takes a little leg pressure and your own arm does the rest of the work." He explained. I could finally see his face. He had the biggest grin ever. He knew he was torturing me, and he was enjoying every moment of it. Me, three years older, taller, stronger, just not fitter. And not with the same skill set. And he was controlling me like a toddler. Luis rolled over then so that I was on my back. He sat on my neck which was still trapped with his legs, along with one of my arms. "Such a beautiful sight, I could stay like this for ages," the kid said, and I grunted. I used my free hand to tap to get him to release me, but he didn't. "Hey Nick, want to see how red he can get..." Luis was saying as he glanced over his shoulder, but then he stopped. "Ho-ly shit. Look at his shorts. He's fucking hard as a rock. Wow." He looked down at me with the biggest shit eating grin. "Wow, you like this don't you? You all turned on?" "Fuck you let me go," I said, suddenly much more interested in getting free. And pissed off. My damn betraying dick. I struggled. I used my free arm to try and push him off, but despite his short stature he did little more than waver. "Oh no, no way, this is too good. Yo Nick, you got a camera?" "Luis, maybe you should just let him go," Nick said hesitantly. It was only in that moment that I realized that Nick was actually scared of what this kid could do. What the hell did I get myself into? "Oh hell no. I ain't ever turned anyone on like that before. I have to commemorate this moment. Maybe make this homo my little bitch." "Well we don't have a camera, my dad took it for his trip." "Damn, too bad. I'll just have to remember this moment." Luis looked down at me again, grinning toothily. "You remember this too. Remember who's the boss. Little bitch." Then he leaned slightly and I could feel myself going out. I didn't know how long I was out. When I finally was conscious again I heard Luis talking. It sounded like he was on the phone. "Nah. Take your time mom. Nick's friend said he'd watch me tonight. Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow." Shit.