Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2022 02:58:59 +0000
From: bwacko <bwacko@protonmail.com>
Subject: My New Neighbor Nick - Part 6

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Chapter Note: Over the next few chapters Nick will become less of a major
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After Chase left I went to the phone to grab a piece of paper and copy
the number from my hand down to something more permanent. I slipped it
into my pocket. I don't know why. I didn't know what I expected. I didn't
know what I wanted. But it seemed safe to have, at least.

I went into the kitchen to clean up after the impromptu gathering. The
other two had already gone into the living room and when I glanced in I
saw them watching TV, sitting at opposite ends of the couch. My eyes fell
on Luis, who looked uneasy. He also looked smaller than he was, dressed
again in his baggy clothing. Part of it was the way he hunched his
shoulders, like he expected the hammer to fall. He wasn't far off.

I finished cleaning and put everything away, then went into the living
room.

"Yo, you okay?" Nick asked as soon as he saw me, straightening up. He was
concerned. Really concerned. Surprisingly concerned really. I was a
little surprised.

"Yeah. Just sore." I admitted. My eyes moved from Nick to Luis, who was
trying to sink into the couch. "Got anything to say?"

"I'm...sorry?" It was a question, not a statement. It was non-committal.
A non-apology. When I just stared at him without responding he visibly
swallowed a lump in his throat. "I never had anybody do that to me
before. You were making fun of me."

"YOU were making fun of ME." I snapped back, actually feeling a little
angry. "You practically tortured me for your amusement. All I did was
point out something very obvious. It's not all about you. You don't get
to always be the boss."

Luis didn't respond, but I did see him glance towards the phone, like he
wanted to call a friend.

"Who are you going to call this time? The rest of your friends? Chase
won't come back. And I won't let anyone else in. If any one of your other
friends lays a finger on me I'm calling the cops."

"Should call them anyways," Nick muttered, but I ignored that for now.

"What are you going to do?" Luis asked, suddenly sounding just as small
as he looked. He knew he was more or less at my mercy at this point.

I looked to Nick then, smiling slightly. "What should we do?"

Nick snickered, then tapped his chin as if he was considering. "Well, he
was torturing you. Maybe we should torture him back?"

"That might be a good start, but I feel like there should be more."

It took a moment, but then it seemed to click for Nick. "Ahh, you're
right."

Luis looked fearful.

I pointed to the carpet. "Shirt off, lay down on your stomach. I have
some moves to practice." Admittedly I still felt weaker than normal after
my beating at Chase's hands. My arms hadn't recovered, my back still
ached, my stomach hurt. But I was going to give it my all to give the
little shit at least a little payback.

Luis did not look like he wanted to comply. I wasn't surprised.

"Are you going to make us force you? Because I'm sure that'll hurt." I
had a feeling if it had just been one of us he might've risked it, but
against the two of us he wouldn't stand a chance.

"Fine," he muttered, standing and pulling his baggy shirt off before
moving to lay on his stomach.

I left my shirt on as I moved to sit on Luis' back. Then I went through
the exact same routine he'd taken me through earlier. I reached down
under his chin and started to bend him backwards. I had to admit he was a
lot more flexible than I was, but it did reach a point and I could feel
him struggling under my hands. "You're right, this is effective," I
admitted, pulling back just enough so that he was struggling, but not
more. Just a little pain. Not what he and Chase had done to me. Just
enough for him to know I was in control.

I held him for a few long seconds, then released him and turned to do the
same with his legs, just like he'd done with me. Again I took him to a
point where it hurt, but not bad. That wasn't the plan.

The problem was he realized the routine I was going through, and he knew
what came at the end, so he started to struggle. Normally it wouldn't
matter with me in this position over him, but with my muscles injured as
they were it was more of a test than I wanted to admit.

I managed to pull his arms up behind him, then roll over and figure four
across his stomach. "Let's see, it was this first right?" I asked,
putting my hand over his nose and mouth. The reaction was immediate. He
flexed against my hold and I almost lost my grip on his arms, but I
managed to keep it.

My hand moved down to his neck and I could feel the veins throbbing under
my fingers on either side of his throat. I pushed lightly, not cutting it
off, but just enough that he knew I could.

Next I flexed my legs, clamping down tightly. It was like scissoring a
basketball. He was solid and he flexed his stomach to try and keep me
from causing any damage. But my legs were still at full strength, so I
simply turned up the pressure until I felt his stomach start to quiver.
Then I broke through. I could tell, by the way he struggled, when his abs
gave out to the pressure, and I didn't apply more. I just let him suffer
with what little I did.

"Nick, can I get a check please?" I asked innocently then. I could sense
Luis' confusion. Nick, however, jumped to his feet and went right over to
the trapped Luis. He reached down and lifted up the waistband of his
shorts, giving it a peek. Luis understood then and he turned red as the
struggling began anew.

"Yep, little guy is hard as a rock."

"Fuck you!" Luis said, anger replacing whatever he'd been feeling before.
"You do this just to see me hard you fuckers?"

"No," I said. "We aren't done yet."

I used my free arm and wrapped it around Luis' neck, then finally
released his arms to lock in the sleeper with my other arm. It didn't
matter how much my muscles had been destroyed earlier. This hold didn't
require strength. Just positioning.

"But first, I think it's time you take a little nap."

I applied the pressure slowly. I wanted him to suffer through it, just a
little. I wanted him to know how it felt to not be in control. His hands
were on my arm and he tried to pry himself loose, or roll off, but I
still had him trapped in my legs. He wasn't going anywhere.

The pressure increased and I could feel Luis start to panic, then he
became slowly weaker, and finally he was out, arms dropping to the side.
I held the hold a few extra seconds to make sure, then finally let him
go.

"Take off his shorts," I instructed Nick as I laid the boy on his back.
He actually looked kind of sweet and innocent once he was unconscious.
Almost like he wasn't a little shit. "Keep his legs spread as wide as
they can go." I sat on Luis' stomach, pinning his arms under my knees,
then glanced over to see what Nick was doing. I was impressed. He'd
scissored one of Luis' thighs and pushed it as far as it would go while
he laid on the other one, pushing it the other way.

And right at the center of it all was his hard little dick. He was about
to have the time of his life and he didn't even know it.

"You have a free hand?" I asked Nick.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it."

"I'm sure it's his first time."

I felt the muscle move underneath me then and turned my attention back
forward, smiling sweetly down at Luis as his eyes opened. "Yo, what the
fuck are you guys doing?" He asked angrily as he realized the position he
was stuck in. I could feel him flex and try to free his arms or legs, but
he was trapped.

"Just admiring your little fella."

"Let me go!"

"Nope." I said. "I have a question for you first. Do you know why your
little guy gets hard when you wrestle?"

"It doesn't! Leave me alone!"

"It doesn't? Could've fooled me." I said with a smirk. "Now let me tell
you. It's because you really, really like it. And that little thing, that
let's you know the things you really like. You know that part right? Well
there's a reason it does that. It lets you know it's ready. Right Nick?"

I didn't see what Nick did, but I could tell the moment he touched his
step-brother's little dick because the boy tensed, then froze, a
conflicted, confused look on his face. A few moments passed, then Luis
started to struggle again. "Yo, stop, I ain't gay!"

"You're something," Nick said from behind me. "Look at this little guy.
It's loving this."

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Nick's finger just tracing around the
head. The penis kept twitching in excitement at the touch. I looked back
at Luis. "Yeah, you're something Luis. You wrestle with boys and get
hard, that has to make you something close to gay."

"Well then you're gay too!" He said, as if he won some victory.

"Yeah, it probably does." I admitted, and he was shocked by the
admission, like he hadn't expected it. He'd expected me to deny it too. I
just smiled down at him.

"Fuck, stop Nick!"

"I don't think so. You're obviously enjoying it."

The muscle moved under me. He strained. He struggled. It wasn't enough. I
just continued to smile, then reached back and started lightly punching
his stomach, just to distract him a little.

"Oh hey, keep doing that. It's making it twitch. I think...I think he
likes it!"

I glanced back and kept lightly hitting the solid boys abs and sure
enough his dick twitched with excitement.

"Let me gooooo," Luis practically begged.

"Soon," I replied as I looked back to his face. This was his payback for
what he'd done to me. It was way more than he deserved.

I knew the moment he was reaching his climax. He stopped struggling and
instead his body tensed in surprise. The look on his face was lustful.
"Oh fuuuuuuck." He let out, then his body relaxed.

"Huh," Nick said. "Nothing came out."

"I guess he's too young still." I said, watching Luis' face closely. It
turned from one of bliss to embarassment.

"Will you let me go now?" He asked, a bit of anger still edging his
voice.

I stood up and Nick freed his legs. Luis jumped to his feet and ran to
the bathroom. I picked up his shorts and shirt and threw them at the foot
of the bathroom door, then went to sit on the couch. Nick followed me,
looking smug.

"So you still scared if he finds out you like it too," I asked Nick as he
sat down next to me.

"Nah, I guess not."

"Guess this just means you two have more in common than you thought."

Luis came out of the bathroom a little while later, fully dressed, and
stepped in front of the TV with his arms crossed over his chest. "If
either of you say anything to anybody I'll kill you." It was said with
venom. I somehow didn't feel too afraid.

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?" I asked.

Luis didn't respond right away, and in fact he looked briefly conflicted.
"Maybe." He said finally, then without another word he turned to face the
TV and sat on the carpet.

I exchanged a look with Nick.

The rest of the evening was surprisingly calm. We watched TV, went back
into the pool for a bit, just had fun. Luis was still a bit of a shit,
but not as bad as he had been. He still liked to try and overpower me or
Nick, but I had mostly recovered and Nick was less afraid to fight back
now. By the time night arrived we were all relaxed and tired.

Which is why when the doorbell rang around 8 at night I was surprised. I
looked at the other two, but they seemed just as confused. I left them in
the living room and went to the door. I opened it, and my surprise turned
into a frown.

It was Chase.

He looked uncertain. Out of his element. Not at all the sure, strong
person he'd been when he'd beat the shit out of me earlier that day.

"What?" I asked, perhaps with a bit more vehemence in my voice than I
should've had. I saw him wince at the tone.

"Uh, hey, how's it going?" He asked with a timidity that I wouldn't have
thought possible.

"Fine. What are you doing here?"

His hands fidgeted a bit and he looked around, as if making sure no one
was watching from afar. "Can we talk?"

I wanted to snap at him, I really did. I still wasn't sure how I felt. I
was conflicted. It wasn't easy. I closed the door behind me and stepped
onto the patio, giving us a semblence of privacy. "Talk."

"I wanted to apologize again, and make sure things were okay here."

"You've already apologized. And if you mean Luis, then he's fine. We've
actually had a pretty good evening." My tone was still hard and harsh,
and my arms were crossed over my chest.

"I know, and I didn't just mean him, I meant..." Chase trailed off and he
wouldn't meet my eyes. I didn't know what was going on. He was acting
completely different than he had been. "Look, the stuff I said earlier,
about how you were weak, I didn't mean any of that. I was just...well..."

"You were trash talking me because you thought I hurt your friend. Yeah,
I know. That doesn't exactly make it better." I wasn't giving him an
inch.

"I know, but I had to say it. Are you feeling okay?" There was real
concern in his voice, a true caring.

"Better than I was." I said, and when he just nodded a little I added, "I
have bruises. My stomach is practically one purple blob. I've already had
to come up with a story for when I go home tomorrow."

Chase looked away, abashed, ashamed.

I let it simmer.

"What can I do to make it better?" He was practically begging, and when
his blue eyes finally met mine again I felt my heart actually skip a
beat.

Damn thing was betraying me.

"I don't know," I admitted finally, letting my arms drop from my chest as
I tried to push down the various feelings I had towards this attractive
teen.

And then Chase was suddenly there, very much in my space, forcing me to
look up to meet his eyes. My heart rate increased drastically. "When you
do know, you'll tell me?" He asked softly.

My head nodded jerkily. "Yeah." I said, voice a little breathless. I
didn't back away.

Chase finally did move, stepping back. "Alright." He seemed a little more
sure of himself now, almost like he felt he was back in control of
something. Or maybe that he had something to look forward to.

I was so confused.

That confusion was added to as Chase stepped back, half turning to leave,
then stopped and looked back to me. Then from one moment to the next his
lips pressed against mine. Just briefly. Chastely. He didn't wait to see
my reaction. He was gone, in his car and driving away.

I stood there, my brain on overload as it tried to process what had just
happened. I wasn't sure how long I stood there, but eventually the door
opened behind me.

"Hey, everything alright? Who was here?" Nick asked, looking around.

"Nobody. I was just getting some air."