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|Justin headed up stairs and I started working on my version of the fantasy for him. The problem was that I wasn't as strong as he. I needed some way to get the upper hand. I thought about the rebar pieces that he'd used, and then I thought about some of the other stuff that was left behind by the remodeling contractors. I had an idea. I rummaged around in the garage and found what I wanted. I had a way to put Justin a few notches below me in strength.
I loved the way he ripped out of that shirt. It really got me stoked and I could tell he really loved doing it. I wanted to do something a little different. I went and found a box of old clothes that my parents used for rags. I found a beat up pair of boxers and a tank top that had seen better days. I cut the elastic in the boxers almost all the way through. The tank was beat up enough that I didn't need to do anything to it. I had my costume all set. My little strength equalizer fit hidden in my hand. I figured I was ready. This was almost as exciting as being on the receiving end. My heart was pounding; I was really getting worked up for this.
I ran up the stairs, and stopped in front of the door to my room. I really wanted to give Justin the same thrill he'd given me. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, I took a step in and slammed the door behind me. For a split second I was worried that my parents might have heard that. Their room was on the other side of the house, but the house wasn't that big. "Justin! I can't believe you! I invite you over to hang out, and I only have one rule - here you sit breaking it. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY COMPUTER." He pushed back in the chair and really looked a little scared. First he gave me a look that said, 'you told me to come up here and play with it!' Then he realized that this was part of the game.
He'd never heard me raise my voice, mostly because I never did. That alone startled him. I took the opportunity and rushed over to him and grabbed his hands. "I CAN'T STAND IT WHEN LITTLE FUCKS LIKE YOU DIS ME!" I was pretty much yelling in his face, and he was more than a little freaked. I grabbed his hands with mine, I pushed his hands together and then took the zip tie I'd hidden in one hand and quickly wrapped it around his hands and cinched it up. The electricians had used these things to tie wires together, but I had seen cops use them on those police shows. They made pretty good handcuffs.
He looked down at his hands now tied together and then back up at me, everything was happening so fast that he was really looking pretty scared. "Now I'll show you what I do with little punks like you." As I said this, I ripped the tank apart. I kind of amazed myself, as the shirt didn't just rip, it completely flew apart in two pieces. I threw the two pieces at him and then grabbed the sides of the boxers and ripped them off me.
I walked over to him and grabbed his chin in my hand, forcing him to look me in the eye. "I think you need to learn some manners little boy." I shifted my hand down to his neck and lifted him up to his feet. I don't think I ever would have done that to anyone but Justin, with him, I knew his neck could take it easily. As he stood up, I leaned into him and pulled him over my back like he'd done to me. Actually, he'd done it in a flash, smooth and deliberate. I was a little clumsier, but the result was the same - he was on my back.
I walked over to the mirror. As I walked, I swear I could feel his heart beating against my back. His skin was warm and I could feel how hard his body was. He didn't fight me, which was probably a good thing. I think even with his hands tied, I would have had a hard time controlling him. I stood in front of the mirror with Justin on my back. I started moving my hands in, like he'd done to me. As I moved my hands, I heard him say "no way!" under his breath. I have to admit, the same thing was running through my head. I wasn't sure I could lift him. I remembered what he'd said to me. I was strong enough; I just had to believe in myself.
"Oh, you better believe it little boy. This is easy!" Wow, was I lying! OK, I knew that I should be able to do it; it was now or never. I started pushing on him; I was straining to give it my all. He was going up! Fuck yes! I was lifting him! As I straightened my arms, a huge smile crept across my face. I heard him again. He simply said "shit!" under his breath. "You'd better believe it little boy!" I lowered him down to my back and started pressing him again. I got three reps and figured that the forth was going to be trouble. I thought about tossing him on the ground, but there wasn't much padding there. Even Justin had his pain threshold and didn't want to hurt him.
I kind of rolled him off my back and onto the floor. He was on his knees looking up at me, and I hit a most muscular pose as hard as I could. "What do you think little boy?" I looked at him, and there was a look of awe on his face. It really encouraged me! He was really getting into it. I thought about putting a leg scissors on his abs. He said he thought I could have made him give, but I wasn't so sure. He was incredibly tough, besides we'd done that one before. I decided to try a head scissors instead.
I walked over and grabbed his head, I made him look up at me, and then I pushed his head down and clamped my legs around his head. Just as I did it, I leaned down and grabbed him around the waist. I amazed myself when I lifted him off the ground, pulling his butt to my chest. I squeezed on him good and hard. Harder and harder, I kept squeezing. I was having a hard time balancing us both, but I was managing. I could see that he was turning a deep red as I poured it on. Sweat was pouring off of me, I could see us both in the mirror my legs looked ripped! Totally hot! I knew I couldn't keep it up much longer. I was watching him in the mirror, just to make sure that he looked OK. He suddenly started waving his arms around. Since they were tied together, he couldn't hit me, but I could tell he'd had enough. I couldn't believe it! I'd made Justin give!
I let go of him and he dropped to the floor. He sort of landed on his head, but I don't think it hurt him that much. He looked OK. I didn't want to waste any time. "So have you had enough yet, junior?" I jumped on him and put him in a headlock. "I think you need one more lesson."
As fast as I could, I twisted him around and got my arms in position like he'd taught me. I used my legs to stretch him out and trap one of his legs and I started to put pressure on him. I dug my forearms into his neck and worked to push those amazing muscles in his neck away from protecting the veins. Just like he taught me, I could feel his muscles shift involuntarily and my forearms sunk deeper into his neck. I started to move my leg around to rub his dick. Justin was a lot more flexible than me, but I finally managed to get my leg in the right place. His dick was rock hard.
I started jacking him with my leg as squeezed his neck as hard as I could. His face was turning purple. I could see that his eyes were loosing focus. I couldn't believe it, I was doing it, he was going out. Just then it felt like his dick exploded as his body tightened. He blew a big load! The shaking of his body was amazing. He was so strong; it was all I could do to keep the hold on him. I could see that eyes were rolled back in his head. He was out cold.
I released him and laid his head back on the floor. He said it only took ten seconds or so to come around, so I laid there next to him waiting for him to wake up. He laid there completely still. He was so beautiful. I was resisting the urge to touch him. I waited for him to wake up - and I waited, and waited. I was starting to get worried, so I knelt next to him and started slapping his face lightly. Nothing. I put my face next to his mouth to see if he was breathing. It didn't seem like he was. I started smacking him harder.
"Justin! Damn it, Justin! Wake up!" Oh fuck, I must have done something wrong! He's not waking up. I put my face down by mouth again, he really wasn't breathing. Ok, I'd had CPR training when I was a cub scout - but I wasn't sure exactly what I was supposed to do anymore. I grabbed his head and leaned it back. I pinched his nose and started blowing in his mouth. I stopped and looked at him, still no change. "Please Justin! You have to be OK, please! I tried it again. All of a sudden, I felt him start kissing me!
I jerked away and looked at him. His eyes opened and he began to smile. "It took you long enough. I couldn't have held my breath much longer!" He was laughing so hard he was shaking.
"Oh you shithead! I can't believe you did that! You scared the hell out of me!" I realized I was actually shaking; I really had been scared.
"I just wanted to see if you really loved me" he said laughing. "Looks like you do, bro! Damn, that was totally awesome. You did great man. I couldn't believe that you lifted me over your head. That's pretty tough, dude!"
I was still pissed at him. I'd finally stopped shaking. I got up and stood over him. "OK, since you decided to play a little game with me, here's one for you. I'm not cutting that tie off your hands."
"That's not very nice, bro. And here I thought you loved me." He got up to knees and looked at me with that cocky smile that he and his brother shared. "Wanna see something cool, bro?" He didn't wait for an answer. He put his hands together and started pushing against the tie. It started digging into his wrists. "Whoa, take it easy, killer, I'll cut you free." Before I could even turn to get a knife, the tie broke. I looked at him in amazement. "Shit Justin, now THAT was amazing."
"Good to know that I can still surprise you, bro!"
"Didn't that hurt!?!" I was slack-jawed and looking at him in amazement.
"Hey, close your mouth Eric." He laughed and rubbed his wrists. "Yeah, that hurt like hell. It's ok, that was still one killer fantasy. You are da man!"
I was sweaty and tired. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that it was 1:00 a.m. "Justin, I've gotta get some sleep, it's really late. It's time for a shower and bed." I walked in the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stretched a little; I was already feeling sore. I laughed to myself, we'd really beaten the crap out of each other. I never thought it would be that much fun.
I got in the shower and started soaping up. The shower door opened and Justin was standing there with that shy almost scared look that I'd only seen a couple of times. "Is it OK if I join you?" He and I had both obviously been thinking the same thing. We'd crossed the line again and would have to tell Mike about it when he came home. But for now, we both wanted to be together.
"Sure, it's OK." I whispered. He walked in cold and shivering. I should have known better than to just leave him out there dripping with sweat. I started soaping him up as he stood in the spray of the water warming himself up. I finished his chest and moved around to his back. As I started, he took a step backward pressing his back into my chest. I reached around and held him tight. We stood there in the spray just thinking and enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed together.
Finally I broke the silence. "We have to tell Mike about this you know." I whispered. He grabbed my hands pulling my arms a little so I couldn't let go of him. "Yeah, I know. I was thinking about that too. He might be kinda mad." Neither one of us spoke again. He turned toward me and I grabbed a washcloth and tried to get the rest of the shoe polish off his face. We weren't smiling, but we weren't really upset either. I think we were both too tired.
Still silent, I shut off the shower and we got out. I grabbed a big towel and rapped him in it. He was shivering again. I grabbed a second towel and started to dry myself off; Justin did the same. We brushed our teeth and walked into the bedroom. Normally when Justin and Mike both stayed over, Mike slept with me in my bed and Justin slept on the sofa in my room. He started walking toward the sofa, but I stopped him by grabbing his hand. I motioned with my head and he quickly changed direction and jumped in my bed. His eyes followed me as I went to shut off the lights and then came back and crawled in bed with him. I rolled behind him and held him next to my chest. I kissed the back of he neck and we both relaxed into each other. He let out a deep breath and said very softly, "You make me feel so safe."
Maybe it was a strange thing for him to say, but I immediately knew what he meant. When Mike held me like I was holding him, I felt safer than I ever had. It was like the whole world disappeared and it was just the two of us. By holding me, he was guarding me against the world allowing me to feel free of everything for a while. I didn't say anything back to Justin. He couldn't see me of course, but I was smiling at him. I was happy that I could make him feel this way. Maybe this was the best part of the fantasy for both of us. We both feel asleep in a matter of seconds.
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