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A boy's Nightmare (Aember and Shinka)

((Thats cool. I'm not going to make a big deal about it...just thought I'd remind you subtly though just in case I missed something))

Nolan carefully watched the other. He was certainly pleased the other wasn't glaring up at him or even tried to escape yet. He was being very good. It would make reasoning with him a lot easier. Now just to install a bit of fear and respect before his mother expected him back home tomorrow! However, not eating breakfast was not an option. He wasn't about to let the other waste food on his own account. Taking up the rolled-up newspaper from the table he swatted at the boy with some force to get his point across. "Eat," he told, nothing short of a command.
 
What Jeremy should have expected, though he didn't, was being swatted with news paper. Hell, he already had a dog collar and was being made to eat out of a bowl like a dog. Why wouldn't he be hit with paper as well? Jeremy growled and glared up at Nolan after he was hit. "I'm not going to eat off the floor," he protested, even though his teacher seemed to demand that he had to.
 
Nolan's eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't recall asking you what YOU wanted to do. I TOLD you to eat your breakfast. YOU put it on the floor so you will eat it off the floor," he demanded. His voice was underlined with angry but he still remained relatively clam. He could see this was a pointless battle. So be it....maybe they would having having a loving session after all. Again he rose from his half eaten plate, took a drink from his coffee and headed out of the room. "I had better see you eating when I get back, or you will be sorry..." he informed.
 
Nolan's tone of voice made a shiver of fear run through Jeremy's body, but that didn't change the fact that he wasn't going to ear food off of the floor. Even though his teacher seemed to believe that he was some sort of dog, Jeremy would cling to any vestiges of humanity, and that meant that he would sit on the floor, glaring, and not moving to eat anything.
 
((time to get a little yaoi-naughty >_<))

When Nolan returned he had another object in his hand for his new toy. He was only slightly displeased to see that Jeremy didn't heed his command to eat. Very well, no harm in that he was looking forward to feeding the boy HIS way. "If you will not eat on your own or eat with my help I will just have to force feed you like a baby..." he informed. Again he took the boy by his hair and half drug him to his chair. The boy's ankles were quickly bound...wrists then bound to them making sure the boy would stay on his knees. Nolan placed Jeremy under the table in front of him, his head crotch high. The device in his hand was another gag...one he was about to work into Jeremy's mouth now, a ring gag.
 
The binding of his ankles made his pulse speed up and when his wrists were tied to his ankles via a rope's connection he tried to tug on his bonds, but it was useless. When he was place under the table he looked up at Nolan, mad but curious, and when he saw another gag he growled. He had a feeling he knew that the ring was going to be used for. . .So that he'd have to eat. Bastard. Jeremy growled, but opened his mouth.
 
Opening his mouth was a mistake on Jeremy's part. Nolan fastened the ring gag into his mouth. It was uncomfortable and very wide...just wide enough for the teacher to fit through actually. This was his own insurance that his new, inexperience pet didn't bite...that would be very painful. "I guess this isnt a total loss, we'll still be sharing am meal together, yes" he grinned as he unzipped his pants.

Nolan attached a ring that protruded up from between his legs on the chair to the front of Jeremy's collar, keeping his head in the perfect position. There would be pulling back from his breakfast. Little surprises likes this was laid out all over his house! Slowly Nolan fed his limp member into the boys mouth, eyes fluttering at the feeling.
 
Really, Jeremy would have no other choice. Either he opened his mouth, or Nolan forced his mouth open. Just opening his mouth saved him the discomfort of having his nose held until he was gasping for breath. When his jaw was stretched wide to accomidate the large ring, Jeremy whimpered. His mouth was going to be sore after this. . .Why did the ring need to be so wide if he was just going to be fed some food? He really was innocent. . .He didn't suspect a thing.

So when Nolan unzipped his pants and began to feed the limp member into Jeremy's mouth, the boy's tongue tried to press it back out again as Jeremy tried to pull back, though he was unable to. He whined and closed his eyes, feeling the heavy flesh on his tongue. It was disgusting, and Jeremy wanted desperately to spit it out.
 
Nolan shuttered when the boy's tongue hit the tip of his member on an attempt to expel him out. Of course it didn't work, the only thing it did do was make him grow stiffer, filling the youth that much more. Reaching down he stroked the boy's head and praised him sweetly.

Jeremy would be like this for the next half hour, Nolan always liked a slow foreplay...he finished his breakfast and read the paper while his member rested neatly in its soft wet pouch. Those little whimpers were sending exciting little vibrations all the way up and down his cock. "Yes...you are right, I think this little bonding time was certainly worth the little mess you made," he teased.
 
For a half an hour he sat there, completely embarrassed, wanting the cock to get out of his mouth already. His eyes were closed for most of the time, and he was completely still, but now and then he would try to swallow and his tongue would stroke the length of the cock. Furthermore, his jaw was hurting so badly only a bit of time into the half an hour, and by the time Nolan spoke, his jaw was killing him. Jeremy whimpered pathetically, and tried to swallow again.
 
Each time the boy swallowed the teacher would swell...by the end of that half hour he was in as much discomfort as Jeremy only for other reasons. He was in some serious need of full out attention so he slipped his bare foot to the bound child under him and stroked the front of Jeremy's shorts. What teen could resist? His intentions were to get the youth to vocalize his protest...all he needed was a little and he'd be over that first hump!
 
"Nnnn!" Came the muffled sound of protest. His jaw tried to clench, but it was too painful and his mouth was split open way too wide. He tried to wiggle his hips back, and pull away from the cock, but nothing was working, and a choked sob could be heard in reaction to the humiliation he was recieving.
 
All these little sounds, twitches and movements was driving Nolan crazy. His hands played with the boy's hair roughly, his breathing changed as he climbed that first peek of his climax. Unable to hold back he shoved his body forward, ramming himself further down the boy's throat. The gagging reflexes sent him over the edge...spilling his seed deep inside, as only a little lingered he slowly pulled himself out so that Jeremy could get a good taste of him. "Be a good boy and clean me up," he cooed softly stroking the boy's head. This was not a request but a command. Nolan wasn't going to let the boy go until he did. Lingering may only cause him to get hard again, repeating the the whole processes.
 
The hands in his hair hurt, but when Nolan came into his mouth he was completely distracted from the pain. Instead, he gagged around the cock and he was forced to swallow the seed as he gasped for air through his nose and forced-open mouth. When told to begin cleaning Nolan up, the boy wrinkled his nose and darted his tongue out to lave the cock with it, though he winced at the taste. It really was gross, more gross than it had tasted.
 
Nolan chuckled softly at the wrinkled up nose, typical of a child and utterly cute! He was even more pleased that Jeremy obeyed the first time. Perhaps he'd learned a little lesson this morning? Petting him on the head and praising him, his teacher released the hook that kept the boy's chin on the chair. He did not release him from his gag just yet. Nolan had his own breakfast to finish. Zipped back up he went about finishing his eggs and coffee before getting up. Jeremy's breakfast was still scattered on the floor. What a shame. He looked back under the table. "Do you want some real breakfast or are you still not hungry?" he asked the bound boy with curiosity.
 
Jeremy wished like hell that Nolan would reward him for his obedience by taking off the gag, but no such luck. His jaw was killing him. It was almost so bad that it was seriously painful and he almost wanted to cry, but he held back his sorrowful tears. Instead he waited, trying to be good so he could get the gag out. When he was asked if he was still hungry, he paused, trying to think of what would work to get the gag off. . .And with hesitation, he nodded yes. But he still didn't want to eat the stuff from off the ground.
 
Nolan had planned on taking it off regardless to his answer. There was no right or wrong, he was asking what Jeremy wanted. But he was happy the other chose to eat breakfast. He hated the boy to miss a meal. What would he tell his mother? "Alright, but I must insist that you don't make a mess again," he warned.

He fixed an identical bowl to the first and set it down under the table. He then undid the rope connecting his hands and legs as well as the gag. Another bowl followed, a water one. "I'm going to take a shower, you be a good boy and eat your breakfast. Then we'll go down stairs and find you something decent to wear..." he smiled and headed off.
 
Once the gag was off, Jeremy made a pained sound and closed his jaws. They ached so badly that he was sure he wouldn't even be able to chew. He sat still for a moment, until Nolan was out of the room, and once he was sure he was alone he leaned down to lap at the water, which he desperately needed to wash the taste of the man's cock out of his mouth. He drank quite a bit, then turned his attention to the food bowl. He tried to get the food by pulling his lips back and only getting things with his teeth. Anything that would make a mess on his cheeks he didn't touch, and therefore he didn't eat much, but he got some.
 
Showering for Nolan was quick. He returned to find that the boy did pretty well for his first time and there was no mess. He sat down on the floor and wiped up the youth's face with a wet rag, just like he would to a small child. "You'll get use to is soon enough," he assured. "Did you have enough or is there something more that you would like?" he asked. He did not mind dotting over his new pet...it never got old.

As he spoke with Jeremy Nolan went to undo the strap around his ankles and helped to pull the boy out from under the table. "Now, I'm willing to give you a little more freedom so long as you promise to behave, okay?" he asked.
 
Jeremy didn't like having his face washed like he was an invalid, or some dependent child, but he really had no choice. So he resisted the urge to pull away and then looked up at Nolan and nodded his head in affirmation. He really didn't feel like talking, or using his mouth much. It was still sore.

Once he was asked if he would behave, Jeremy nodded yes and scrambled to his feet. He hoped that his hands would be undone, but he highly doubted that.
 
Nolan would certainly compromise with Jeremy's wish. He did undo the boy's hands, but only to redo them to his front. The reasons where a little personal. "Alright, little one, off to the basement with you. Its time for a bath and then get you dressed. Then, if you are good you can do what you want for a few hours. Movie, game..whatever," he offered. Nolan pointed in the direction to the basement, allowing the other to prove he was going to be cooperative.
 
A little flutter of hope appeared in Jeremy's stomach as he felt his hands being undone, only to be snuffed out again as they were re-done in his front. Still, it was better than having his hands behind his back. He bent his elbows slightly, glad for the movement again, and then he nodded as Nolan pointed to the basement. Jeremy stumbled forward, walking slowly in the direction of the basement. Once he got to the door he stood, waiting for Nolan's approval.
 
Nolan opened the door for the boy silently, he wasn't about to praise the boy over ever little things. He expected these sort of things, just like a parent would expect you to put dishes in the sink or wrappers in the garbage. The door to the basement was locked. He lead Jeremy to the bathroom where he started to run a warm bath..."Strip," he told the boy as he checked the temp constantly. The tub was almost circular and very large. Custom made, actually. It gave lot of room for more than one occupant as well as good viewing for bystanders.

Half filled he shut the water off and headed for the door...as if he were going to give the boy some privacy. Well, Jeremy was going to get a few minutes at least. Nolan was just going to look for some things that Jeremy could wear today...then he'd be back. "Be sure to wash behind your ears and all those wonderful spots...." he called back laughing to himself.
 
Once Nolan was out of the room to get his things, Jeremy slid his boxers down his thin legs and crawled into the tub. He stayed standing and scooped up water to get his shoulders and chest wet, and he wasn't even going to try to wash his hair. . .not with his hands bound together. So he grabbed some soap and rubbed it over his body, washing over the skin with some difficulty. He couldn't get his back, but he could get his neck and jaw and most of his collarbones and shoulders, as well as his chest and hips.
 
Nolan left his newly found contents on the sick as he took a seat on the tolite to watch the boy wash himself clean. Randomly he spoke up to redo spots just for his own viewing pleasure...mostly southern areas, of course. It was very hard for the teacher to sit there for long. He was a hands-on sort of fellow. Before long he, too, had a rag and bar of soap lathering it up to do Jeremy's backside...spending extra attention to his bottom.
 
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