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A boy's Nightmare (Aember and Shinka)

Jeremy escaped out of the bathroom with relish and he headed straight to the door, tugging on the knob and trying to yank the lock free. Damnit. He pounded on the door and then tried to yank knob more, ignoring Nolan and instead focusing completely on trying to get free. He was frustrated and frightened to the point of near-tears, and frantic thoughts flew through his mind, wondering where the other boys were, and if they weren't. . .dead. At that thought, Jeremy punched the door and sunk to the stairs, whimpering softly.
 
Nolan was deliberate in his slow steps. He knew the boy could not get out so there was no real hurry to rush after him. He was even more pleased by his good fortune that he was getting this extra day with Jeremy so that he COULD take his time and not rush through like so many other toys before him. "Four..." he continued his counting as he folded Jeremy's clothing up neat. Nolan liked things neat.

The teacher was now standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at the boy. He really did hate to see his new boy cry. Not that it was going to save Jeremy from any of Nolan's plans tomorrow. But it did keep him from yelling and getting angry. It was more fun for Nolan when he wasn't blinded by angry. "Jeremy, there is nothing to be afraid of. I will not harm you," he promised. His voice holding sincerity (hurt...maybe but not harm). "Come here now and I will forgive your little outburst." Nolan opened is arms up and waited patiently. Jeremy had two options as to where he would be sleeping tonight, if he came to Nolan now it would certainly be more comfortable. However, if Nolan had to go up for him it wouldn't be so comfortable.
 
Jeremy could sense that his teacher was down at the bottom of the steps, only a few feet away, with the last number of the count on his lips, and the boy shivered in his fright and anticipation of what was to come. His body thrummed with shivers, like a freshly-plucked string, and though he wasn't crying yet (mainly due to his pride) he was definitely on the verge of shedding tears. But when the last numer didn't come, the tears pricking his eyes cleared up a bit and he bit his lip before looking at Nolan with wide, round, fright-filled eyes.

The sencerity in Nolan's voice made Jeremy stop shaking so much, but he couldn't help but remember the man's words: never. He'd never leave. And really, he took those words quite literally, whether they were or not. Not wanting to be "harmed," Jeremy stood on still-shaky legs and he tenitively walked up to Nolan, looking up at the man with his wide, distrusting eyes. He wouldn't fold into the man's arms, as the outstretched lims would suggest he wanted him to, but instead he stood close, waiting.
 
Nolan was only slightly disappointed that Jeremy obeyed. He wouldn't have mind making the other cry a little. But this was a promising step into the future. If he wanted to continue teaching and seeing Jeremy on a regular bases the two needed this. "Good boy," he said reaching out to place a hand behind the other's head before drawing him in closer.

Nolan didn't hug him, but he did drape and arm over his shoulders before turning to lead him back into the main room. "Now, you are still not going to get the full luxury as you would have if you'd obeyed the first time. But, I'll be merciful tonight. You are scared, that is understandable..." he continued to talk, his voice soft an reassuring (he was a teacher after all). He sat down on the couch and brought the boy with him, making him face away from him. Gently he took one of Jeremy's hands and brought it behind him, attaching a leather cuff...then the second.

"Now be honest, do you plan on wailing or screaming the rest of the night?" he asked.
 
Somehow, the praise only made him loathe his teacher more. It seemed to humiliate, rather than make him feel better. The boy grit his teeth and wanted to pull back as he felt the hand on his head, but he didn't. Instead, he let his body stiffen and he didn't look up at Nolan. Instead, he looked straight ahead and tried not to pay attention to the man, which was slightly hard as the hand draped over his shoulders.

As he was lead forward, Jeremy went easily, still ignoring the teacher, trying not to focus on the words. He didn't want to discern any hints to his future demise. Instead, Jeremy listened to the soothing tone, and he relaxed slightly, making it easier for the teacher to pull his limbs back into the cuffs. Once Jeremy felt the pressure around his wrists he tried to tug them apart, and growled when he found he couldn't. "What are you doing!?" He protested. He didn't like being bound.
 
Nolan couldn't really care what he liked or didn't like. And the question caused the teacher to roll his eyes. "Really, Jeremy...I know you are not the top of your class but I did figure you to be a little smarter than this," he chided with some annoyance. "What do you think I'm doing, reading your fortune on your palms?" he asked.

The teacher stood from the couch and left the boy where he was to go look for something. "Assuming that you decided to ignore my question to answer with one of your own you won't be staying quite so we'll just have to fix that..." he wasn't gone very long, returning with a leather strap. At the end of each straps was a buckling device...and in the middle a medium sized red ball.
 
Nolan's annoyance only added to Jeremy's distress. "I know what you're doing," he growled, then tried to wiggle his small wrists free, but the leather cuffs stuck well to his skin and soon he gave up, focusing instead on the other object that his teacher had brought out. Well. . .He didn't really know what that was at all. Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows. Nolan had said that it was to make him quiet. Right? But how. . .would that. . .? Jeremy, nevertheless, kept his mouth pressed shut, a glare in his eye.
 
Nolan smiled a little when he saw Jeremy clamping up...how cute he was. "I told you there would be repercussions to disobeying...but you should be thankful that I'm being somewhat nice for coming the third time I asked you to. For that I'll let you keep your shorts on for the night." He was in no hurry to peek into his neatly wrapped package. They would have all day tomorrow to explore and play!

When he got to the couch it was only a matter of moments before he had the boy gasping for breath...a simple but effective hold to his nose and patiently waiting for the need for air. The moment those young lips opened the ball was popped into his mouth. Quickly and firmly it was then fastened behind his head. Nolan stood back to let Jeremy get acquainted with his new addition.

Glancing at the time he realized it was getting very late. "I really do hate leaving you all alone down here. Would you like to sleep upstairs with me?" he asked sweetly. As if he was talking to his babysitting charge rather than his new tussled up pet.
 
When the hand was placed on his nose Jeremy tried to hold his breath as long as he could, his face becomming red and strained, and finally he had to breathe. As the ball was placed into his mouth, the boy whined and tried to turn his head, but it was no use. It was planted firmly. Groaning, he flicked his tongue against the ball and tried to widen his jaws in order to force it out, but it was lodged so tight and it expanded his jaws so far that he didn't find much purchase. After holding his breath so long, it was straining to breathe all through his nose.

To sleep alone or with the man that was doing this to him? Jeremy had never been one to be afraid of the dark. . .but like this, what would happen if he rolled over in his sleep? Plus, it was cold in the basement. . .The boy narrowed his eyes, and glared, and then slowly nodded 'yes' to Nolan's question.
 
Nolan waited...when the boy nodded his heart skipped a beat. Kneeling down he quickly passed a leather band around the boy's bare ankles. Nothing tight but enough to keep him from running if he were to get lose. Standing then he quickly whisked Jeremy up in his arms, bride-style before heading to the basement doors.

His room as as large as the living room...with a large four poster bed, writing desk, wardrobe, fire place and balcony. It looked like something out of a movie, perfect and never used. What was strikingly different, however, was the object that was set at the foot of the bed. A large wired cage with a dog bed inside. Nolan grinned as he flipped the lights on to relieve everything to his new pet.

The door was already open and waiting. It wasn't very hard to put the boy inside it...even if he did struggle a little. "Be a good boy, now," he told firmly. "You keep me up all night I'll make sure you don't sleep a wink tomorrow night," he warned locking the cage.
 
Jeremy made little sounds of protest as his feet were bound, but he was quieted when he was scooped up into Nolan's arms. Being held in such a way was comforting, and it would actually be pleasurable if he wasn't bound. He was good all the way up to the room, and even when the lights were flickered on, until he saw the cage. He tried to worm slightly to get. . .away. . .though he wouldn't have known where to go even if he did get away. A loud, high whine escaped his lips when the cage was open and he was placed inside.

On the dog bed, Jeremy wiggled and thrashed. If he'd have known that he was going to be sleeping like this, he would have chosen the basement. Another whine left his lips, which could be concidered dog-like, and the boy made a crying sound as he finally stopped thrashing, tired. He whimpered and tried to close his eyes, but it was guarenteed that he wouldn't be able to sleep very much like this.
 
Nolan stood silently watching the boy wither around with no hope to cling to really. How cute he looked, thrashing and whimpering like he was. It reminded him of a little puppy...he might just have to get a few toys to complete that look for the next time they played. But for now it was time for bed. He crouched down and passed his hand through the bars, petting his head. "Be a good boy," he reminded. Shortly after Nolan turned off the lights and climbed into bed. Sleeping for him was easy knowing what lay ahead of him in the morning.

Upon morning the teacher was up early, he ignored the boy in the cage and went about taking his shower and dressing comfortably for the day. Downstairs came some nice smells of breakfast cooking. Nolan was a well enough cook but hardly did anything for himself...his little secret was yet to be revealed though. About nine he flipped on the lights curious to see how the boy was fairing.
 
In the early hours of the morning, sleep finally overtook Jeremy and he went into a fitful rest. His lips were pulled down into a frown and he looked quite uncomfortable lying there. When the lights were turned on he stirred, and whimpered, thrashing slightly and then coming to a stop fitfully once more. He didn't look peaceful, and his sleep wasn't long-- minutes after Nolan turned on the lights, Jeremy opened his eyes to look up at his teacher.
 
"What...no good morning?" he asked coyly then chuckled as he walked over to undo the cage and pull the boy free. "Did you sleep well," he asked not really expecting or even waiting for an answer to be given. He lifted him up and placed him sitting on his bed. "Breakfast is downstairs, but first I have a gift for you..." Nolan left him sitting still bound hand and foot, but he did remove the gag for the boy's sake.

When he returned from the closet he had a box, opening the box reveled a leather collar with Jeremy's name bejeweled along the front. "I had it made a few weeks ago when your mother mentioned her trip. I was hoping she'd ask me to watch you," he grinned. He couldn't help reminding the boy of his mother, hitting weaknesses was a way of breaking little boys. Nolan had not trouble fitting it snugly around Jeremy's neck, locking it so that only he could undo it later.

"Now, be a good boy and do as you are told..." he said undoing the strap that held his feet together. "I warn you not to go within a foot of any outside door...now come alone, so that we can eat," he ordered expecting the boy to follow him.
 
The boy glared when he was reminded he couldn't speak. Drool was running down his cheeks and lips, and he looked quite the mess with that gag in his mouth. It was very uncomfortable. Once the gag was removed, Jeremy gasped for air and tried to turn his head to his shoulder so that he could rub his face clean. He was satisfied after a few moments, and then he turned his eyes back on Nolan, only to look at the collar in horror.

However, the horror passed quickly when the man mentioned his mother. The fucker had this planned! Of course he had this planned. Jeremy growled, then hissed, "Don't you--" but it wasn't like he could really stop Nolan from putting the collar on. How degrading. He was something like a dog, now. A growl bubbled in his throat again. And the thing was a bit too tight, and itchy around his neck, and he had no way of scratching it. . .

When his feet were undone he strugged to his feet, and then stood up, begrudgingly following Nolan.
 
Nolan gave him a stern look when he caught the growl. "I'm allowing you your voice, I suggest you mind your respect. I have no problem putting this back in," he said swinging the gag in a taunting fashion. "You'll just skip breakfast and maybe even lunch with that attitude," he continued while leading the boy out the room. He was pleased that the boy was following, eager to reward him with a hearty breakfast that would help boost his energy for the rest of the day's play.

"Of course, you'll be expected to wash your hands whenever you come to my table," he began again once they went down stairs and into the dinning room. "But today that's a little unnecessary...you haven't earned any rights to those hands so we'll just let that go. Have a seat," he said indicating a chair beside his at the head of the table.
 
Jeremy glared at the gag, but he surpressed a biting remark back, even though he really wanted to damn any 'respect' Nolan believed he should receive, mainly because the sick man had him tied up and kept prisoner in the house. Did that really warrant any respect? Not really. Jeremy, at least, didn't think so. When in the dining room, the boy glared up at Nolan as he spoke, but did as he was told and took a seat at the table.

He couldn't help but wonder, though. . .who was cooking? Nolan wouldn't leave things unattended on the stove for so long while coming up to get him. So that meant someone had to be down there in the kitchen. But who?
 
Food was already set out on the table and Nolan started to place heaping amounts, a little of everything, onto his plate. He was the only one with a plate. There was nothing set in front of Jeremy and his chair was much closer to Nolan's that etiquette required at a table setting. "Your mother was kind enough to make a list of your favorite foods and what you like and don't like for me last week..." he said taking a few pieces of egg onto his fork and holding it out to the boy to eat.
 
When Jeremy noticed that the only one at the table who had a plate was Nolan, his face darkened. Either the man was teasing him with all the delicious-smelling food and he wasn't going to be able to eat, or Nolan planned on feeding him. While the first option wasn't agreeable, the second option was even more disagreeble. And his question was quickly answered as Nolan held out a fork-full of egg toward him. Even though his stomach rumbled and he was hungry, did he really want to give Nolan the pleasure?

Jeremy's eyes narrowed and he glared up at Nolan's eyes. "I can feed myself," he growled, and turned his head away from the fork, refusing the food. He would rather go hungry than be reduced to the status of a small child with the act of being fed. Hell no! But how long would that last?
 
Nolan tilted his head a little, looking a little confused and disappointed that his nice gesture was declined. "Oh...I guess you could. I just thought this might be a little nicer," he said almost as if the teacher was pouting! With a sigh he set down the uneaten fork of eggs and got up from the table. For only a brief moment in disappeared to the kitchen and returned with an empty bowl.

"I would just let you go hungry, but breakfast is important. If you wish to feed yourself I guess I cannot object to that," he agreed. He slid some of the eggs and hash browns into a bowl before setting it down on the floor. He then lifted the boy from his chair and placed him on the floor beside the bowl. "Try not to make a mess, okay?" he smiled and went about eating his own breakfast.
 
Nicer? Jeremy glared. How was feeding him being nice? No, being nice was agreeing to let him eat by himself. Jeremy's heart sored and as Nolan stood up he thought the cuffs were going to be taken off--instead, the teacher dissapeared into the kitchen. Jeremy's eyebrows furrowed, wondering if he was going to get a plate and then undo his cuffs. That would be nice. Better than he was expecting.

Instead, Nolan returned with a bowl, which wouldn't be odd, but putting the bowl on the floor was. And then it hit Jeremy. He wasn't going to be reduced to a child, he was being reduced to a dog. As he was picked up, Jeremy growled and kicked, and his foot hit the bowl and sent it skidding, upturned, across the room. That was for the better. He glared. "That's not what I meant and you know it, asshole!"
 
The mess was hardly a concern with the other, it was the disrespect that ran parallel to it. "No one said I was trying to cater to your wishes," he replied. His anger still in complete check but a firm coldness underlined his tone nevertheless. With the boy on the floor Nolan wrapped his fingers into the other's hair and yanked him up hard so they were eye to eye. "Now, you will appologize for the mess you made and eat your breakfast or we'll go down stairs and dish out you a proper punishment," he growled.
 
A thin cry escaped Jeremy's lips as he was hoisted up by the hair. His hands went to clutch at the hand that wretched him up, his nails digging into the flesh in protest. His toes curled, and his feet kicked and sought purchase of the ground. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry!" He cried out, tears burning in his eyes from the rough grip on his hair.
 
Nolan was surprised to see how flexible the boy ways to get his bound hands up around his arm. Very interesting. Also very disappointing how easily the boy game up with just a little amount of pain. Oh...Jeremy knew nothing about pain if he thought THAT hurt! How he looked forward to hearing him cry later on. "Good boy," he said releasing him and giving him a pat on the head. Nolan then left Jeremy to eat his breakfast, which lay scattered across the dinning rooms wooden floor.

All this attention with the boy was getting him worked up. It was all Nolan could do to keep himself clam until after breakfast. THEN it was time to break in his new toy!
 
[OH DUH. xDDD; I'm retarded. Ignore the hand thing.]

No, Jeremy didn't know anything about pain. His hands jerked in his bonds, itching to scratch at that hand which held his hair, but all in all he was completely imobile. Only his feet could kick. He sniffed as he was let go and he settled into a seated position on the floor. His eyes went from glaring up at Nolan to glaring at the food across the floor. Looked like he wasn't going to be eating breakfast, since there was no way in hell he was going to eat from the ground. Even if he was starving. Even if he would need the energy. . .
 
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