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A boy's Nightmare (Aember and Shinka)

(-shrugs- can't expect me to move the whole rp along myself, if your feeling spunky you can help create the basement also. ^___^))

When you first walk down the steps it looked like any ordinary finished basement. There was a small living room time deal with a TV and couch. One door led to an unfinished part where blankets and clothing her stored, this being the laundry room. Along with all the other basement appliances, hot water heaters and such. A few strange things didn't quite seem to fit in the living setting though. Like the random rings on the walls, a few on the floor.

To the very back was another room...it was opened just a crack to reveal the shadow of a bed.
 
Jeremy walked into the basement and looked around. Oh, hell. What a dissapointment! There was nothing good in here. Just laundry. Laundry baskets, washing machines, dryers. . .Guh. And he expected something interesting. Narrowing his eyes, Jeremy wandered around, looking at the washing machine and laundry hard, as if it would change or something.

Then his eyes spotted the room in the back. Curious, Jeremy walked toward the door and pushed it open, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw the bed. What the hell? He didn't. . .why would there be a bed in a basement? Jeremy reached over to try and find a light, and finally flicked one on. . .Which he probably didn't want to do. A gasp left his lips when he saw the rest of the room. THere were. . .impliments on the walls that he distinctly knew were bad. . .There was a video camera set up, and a shelf to the far right of a completely different kind of movie. There were even chains-- cuffs!-- on the bedposts. . .He didn't understand, but he knew he needed to leave. Panicked, he turned on his heel to do just that.
 
In the living room part of the basement, something you had to pass to reach the stairs, sat Nolan on the couch looking very comfortable in his pajamas. He had followed the boy down, able to see through the security cameras installed in his house. Seeing the other's frightened face was amusing but his face remained cool for the moment. His brows raised in question. "Rules are stated for a reason, Jeremy...do you know what happens when rules are broke?" he asked.
 
When Jeremy heard Nolan's voice, and saw him, he almost jumped out of his own skin. Shivering at the promise of punishment that lay undernead Nolan's voice, Jeremy shook his head and clenched his fists. "W--what is. .what is that?" He asked, pointing back at the room. "You some. . .sort of pervert?" Then his eyes widened. Did. . .did Nolan and his mom ever. . .do it in there? EWWW. He wanted to die at the mental image of it all.
 
Nolan didn't seem the least bit phased by the other's words instead he only smiled. "If you wanted to see the rest of my movie collection you need only say so, Jeremy," he teased then patted the couch. As he spoke he flipped on the TV in front of him. Nothing could be seen as it was too dark but a young male voice could be heard whimpering in the background. The bed in the movie creaked. The whimpers became pants then full out cries of pleasure. Nolan chuckled a little. "Poor little Derek...he was just too cute for his own good..." he reminisced thoughtfully.
 
Seeing that he wasn't really in trouble, or he didn't seem to be, Jeremy went toward Nolan to sit next to him on the couch, looking at the dark screen with confused eyes. Then, when he heard the whimpering, the creaking, the panting, and the cries to pleasure, Jeremy's blush darkened and he looked at Nolan, confused. "Derek. . . .wha--what?"
 
Nolan's eyes were not on the screen but the boy the whole time. When finished the lights on the screen flipped on revealing a teen boy bound to the bed with his put up in the air toward the camera. A white film lay smeared all over his cherry red rear end back end. "Was quite a naughty boy that day. Decided track mud in on my newly washed carpets. After telling him time and time again to take his shoes off before coming inside," he shook his head with a tisking sound.
 
Jeremy didn't know exactly what that white film was, but he could guess. . .especially since the boy was bent over in such a manner that made his cheeks part, showing his freshly-fucked ass. Now, Jeremy had seen some porn, but never gay porn, and he would never have known that. . .Nolan. . .Jeremy shuddered. "You. . .are some sort of pervert!" He didn't feel right anymore. Jeremy stood up. "I. . .i'm going. . " He then tried to scamper off.
 
Jeremy was no innocent child, his hormones made sure of that. But Nolan was pretty sure in the light of being with another he was still as innocent as a new born child. There was a big difference when one explored himself and when another explored him. His teacher didn't bother to move, he'd one locked the door that lead to the upstairs. "You see, Jeremy...I can't just let you leave now," he said in a lazy sort of voice. Picking up the remote he shut off the tape for now. "I did try to warn you, so there isn't any reason to be angry with me," he reminded very simply.
 
Upon reaching the door, Jeremy tried to turn the handle, only to find out it was locked. Cursing slightly under his breath, Jeremy looked back at Nolan and shook his head. "I. . .I'm sorry, Mr. Windsdale. I was curious. I. . .won't come down here again, I promise!" Honestly, he didn't want to find out what the concequences were for breaking Nolan's rules. . .Especially with what happened to that other boy. . .
 
"No, Jeremy, you won't be coming back down here," he said with a light grin playing on his lips. The man stood and started to the boy slowly. "Because you'll never be leaving down here," he added now standing in front of the other, cornering him. "Tell me, Jeremy...how often do you play with yourself?" he asked tilting his head slightly.

 
Never be leaving down here!? That was a joke, right? He had to be joking. . .After all, Jeremy's mom would get worried and come over and wonder where her son was. . .What would Nolan tell her then? Would he let Jeremy go home? Or would he keep him? Pure fear ran through the boy. "Uh. . ." He studdered, and leaned back against the door, just to get away from Nolan. "Uhn. . .Once. . .once a day?"
 
Nolan grinned, Jeremy's thoughts were written all over his face. He was surprised he suppressed those and actually answered Nolan's question truthfully. For this Nolan praised the boy with a pat on the head. "We'll have to fix that though...no more unless I say so..." he informed taking a firm hold on the boy's upper arm and gilding him back down the stairs to the couch.
 
Well, Jeremy sure as hell wasn't going to lie to the man, especially when he was already threatened that he would never leave the room again. The boy shivered and cried out when his arm was grabbed harshly. He tried to wiggle out of the man's grasp, but it was no use, and he was drug to the couch. His eyes widened. At least it wasn't that back room. . ."What. . .what do you want?"
 
Nolan only laughed. The grip he had on the boy was hardly anything hurtful...just a firm hold. He was making a fuss over nothing. Wonder what sort of fuss he would make when Nolan really did hurt him? "Silly boy, there is nothing I want that I don't already have..." he said tracing a finger down his soft cheek with a smile. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you, if you are a good boy..." he teased.
 
Jeremy was a delicate boy, there was no doubt about it. A firm hold was enought to hurt, to bruise. The touch down his cheek made him shudder. Why, all of a sudden, did Nolan seem so. . .unctuous? He shivered and looked up at the man. The promise of gentleness if he obeyed was. . .reassuring, though frightning at the same time. "What. . .then. . .what do you want me to do?"
 
Nolan only shrugged. What an annoying question to answer. He'd much prefer to leave that open to the boy's imagination. What really amused him was that he wasn't the least bit concerned about Nolan's threat on never leaving, he was more concerned about what he planned to do. "I did not expect to bring you down until tomorrow afternoon but you seemed so eager to jump the gun, didn't you? he teased. He stood with a small yawn. "I suppose we should get you ready for bed..." he said and reached out his hand as if he was reaching for a small childs.
 
If it was anything like what he'd seen on that tape. . .he didn't want to imagine it. Shuddering at the fact that Nolan actually had. . .plans. . .to take him down there, Jeremy looked down at his hand with contempt. "I'm not going to hold you hand," he growled, then looked around the room. "I don't want to go to bed. I want to go home. Let me go up and get my stuff and call my mother," he demanded.
 
Nolan didn't wait for the other's hand any longer, regardless if he wanted to or not the teacher took Jeremy's hand. "Now, what did I say about you being a good boy?" he warned. "I've already told you, you are not leaving. Besides, your mother doesn't even know where I live..." he chuckled as he drug the boy off toward the bathroom.
 
Jeremy shuddered at the thought. His mother had never been here? That's. . .that's why he was so insistant on picking him up? He wanted to die right there. He wanted his mother. However, he let himself be dragged off, not wanting to make things worse for himself. But still he was wary.
 
Jeremy was shoved in the bathroom first, Nolan blocked the door. "Alright, strip..." he ordered. "The school thinks I live in some apartment in town, rather than in this nice new out on the outskirts," he decided to inform the other. "So, even if your mom wanted to she wouldn't know where to find you..." he laughed lightly.
 
"I can't believe you would do something like this!" Jeremy yelled, ignoring the order to strip. Fuck that. No way he was getting undressed in front of this pervert. "I thought you loved her, or something, you sick perv," he growled, then bared his teeth like some dog, his eyes flashing in disgust.
 
Nolan laughed at the mention of loving his mother. He ignored the other one's refusal to undress and started the task for him. He cornered Jeremy in the bathroom and ripped the shirt from his still-maturing body. Next came the pants, causing the boy to drop to the floor on his butt as Nolan removed these. For the moment he allowed him to keep his underpants. "Don't get me wrong, Jeremy...your mother is a very fine woman..." he started. "I just found you a little more appealing."
 
To laugh in his face. . .that made Jeremy's jaw drop. Suddenly he became very angry, and he tried all that he could to not let Nolan near him to take off his clothes, but the older man won and suddently he was sitting on his ass in his boxers, staring up at Nolan with a fierce glare in his eyes. "You're sick," he spat, and then half-stood and ducked forward, trying to use his small size to squirm around Nolan and run for the bathroom door. . .Though he had no idea where he was going if he made it out.
 
Nolan rolled his eyes. As if he'd never heard that before. "Jeremy, you know very well that my tolerance is only so much..." he call, letting the boy get loose. In the classroom, Nolan was known to be patient but if pushed too far he'd have you staying after school for a week to copy lines or worse. "You have five seconds to put your butt on that couch...or find your evening very uncomfortable. One...Two....Three..."
 
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