It's dark.
You've found yourself tossed against the waves, the water harsh and condensed as it pushes you deeper. You swim with all your strength, but at 6', your body can only do so much against the water that expands seemingly infinitely in every direction. The water continues to defy you, filtering into your mouth and through the holes of your swim trunks. Your bones crack, joints aching as you push yourself beyond the "normal" of human potential. Your body goes into overdrive, entirely numb as you push forth an effort you never thought you would. The water gets angry, attacking your eyes and jutting through your nose.
Your body is on it's last limb. The water slowly begins to overtake you, and you feel yourself hopeless to the sinking that begins to occur. Your eyes take one last look over the waves, those violent walls of water, to the beach you once woke up on.
Then you begin to sink.
Down.
Down.
Down.
You shut your eyes as the water engulfed you. Underneath the surface, it felt so calm. You began to feel as your movement slowed, and as feeling comes back in your body, a million pins in needles seem to hurt you as your muscles contract. You can't move, no matter how much your brain wills it. The only thing you can move is your eyelids, but even they are weighed down by the viscosity of the water that surrounds you.
You managed to get them halfway open, and a figure stands in the distance. As your take your last breath, and blink your eyes for what feels like the last time, you see that the figure is very muscular, and as they come towards you, their eyes gleam somewhat like your brother's...
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You wake up in a hotel bed, in a cold sweat.
It was only a dream. You think to yourself.
Your pillow is soaked in a wonky shape of your face. You must've turned a lot in your sleep.
The sheets, as do most hotels, are rooted deep in the bed frame, so you have to struggle through the light covers before you can sit up.
"Finally awake, Justin?"
Your head snaps in the direction of the voice. It was deep, a hearty bass had reverbed through every inch of you when he spoke. You saw a figure, his head nearly touching the ceiling as his legs lounged towards your bed. He was reclined in a lounge chair too small for his butt, and as you made your way to his eyes you recognized their glow from the nightmare you had.
"Alex." You said, though it came out much squeakier than you intended.
"You okay?" He asked, ignoring any indication of your change. "You've been passed out for a little while now."
You groaned. Even sitting down, he was so humongous compared to you. You remembered the feeling of drowning, and were relieved to find out that the pins and needles you felt didn't actually happen.
You opened your mouth to speak, but the second you saw his furrowed eyebrows, you clamped it shut. Opting for a nod instead, you tried to push the covers off your waist so you could at least walk towards him, but couldn't. You look back to him, and you see him trying to suppress a laugh, his smirk plastered on his face for you to take in.
You managed a small smile back, and a moment later, he was bending his legs and getting ready to get up. You watched as his head rose...and rose and rose and rose as his locks of hair brushed against the room's ceiling. You looked back down, and were shocked to see his legs still bent, now completely on the ground, but still bent. The ceiling left little to the imagination about how truly gargantuan he was, and as your eyes trailed down to his midsection, you were surprised to find a cloth wrapped haphazardly around his member.
"Heh, sorry about the scare earlier," He said as he noticed your gaze on his package.
You snapped out of your trance and attempted to form words, but failed. He started...walking towards you? It was more like a waddle - his bent knees and constant wary stare at the ceiling as he shuffled towards you was comedic enough for you to smile again - just a second - before his hand came bulging towards you.
With a new burst of strength, you managed to push yourself under the covers (using your pillow), and were shivering.
Well, this is new. You thought to yourself.
He chuckled sadly, and tried: "Are you still afraid of me?"
No response.
He -
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