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A boy's Nightmare (Aember and Shinka)

Nolan praised him before locking the door and heading to the stairway. "If you need anything give a holler...I'll hear you well enough," he said pointing to the baby monitor. "If you get over your stubbornness you can come keep me company or watch some TV. Otherwise, I'll see you at dinner..." he said. "Oh...would you like to watch TV down here?" he paused remember there was a TV.
 
"Sure," Jeremy replied, though he didn't really seem to care if he was watching TV or not. He used his hands, straight out from his head, as a pillow for his chin, and he nuzzled into his arms, getting comfortable on the floor. He wasn't unused to sleeping on the floor, for he'd often fall asleep on the floor at home, so he was fine with taking a nap then and there.
 
Nolan was glad to hear a short but direct answer to his question and pleasant enough also. A shame he wasn't about to turn on cartoons or anything like that. What came on was another one of his home porno movies, a long agonizing punishment session with the boy he said was named Derek. The Title read "Derek's Punishment: For biting!" The boy was laying flat on his back and a handless figure was having quite a bit of fun with his genitals and fishing wire.
 
Jeremy's eyes had been closed, but once he heard the whimpering and the crying and even screaming from the TV, he dared open his eyes and look. It was like a trainwreck-- he couldn't look away. His eyes were wide as he watched the genitals be played with, which was no doubt painful, and after some time he closed his eyes and tried to block out the cries, but he couldn't. Still, he didn't want to call out to Nolan.
 
This little movie lasted near two hours long. Needless to say, Nolan was not happy with the boy for his little habit of biting in the wrong places. There had been no damage...but there was some blood and surly a little scaring. Everything healed and functioned correctly though. This move ended around three in the afternoon.

Nolan was upstairs in the library grading papers. He was interrupted once by a phone call from the boy's mother. They talked for a good hour while the next video came on. This was another punishment session...Derek was a very naughty boy, the narrator informed the audience. The boy had not finished his chores on time and he was being thoroughly fucked without any lube or preparations. The screams were just as earsplitting as the first...the toy used was nearly twice a normal man and with horrible looking spikes and such protruding from it.
 
Jeremy thought he was going to go insane from the screams of pain. When the second movie came on, and the screams were even louder, the boy jumped and opened his eyes to see that big, frightful looking dildo fucking the boy. There was bleeding, and it was at that point that he couldn't take the screams anymore. "Shut it off!" he yelled out, bringing his hands up to cover his ears.
 
Nolan laughed as he ignored the youth. It was good for him to see this...get him a little worked up and frightened. Of course, he really had no intentions of trying anything this horrible out on Jeremy. He was suppose to return home and continue to be his pet while still living his normal life. Derek...were he didn't have any other place to go and he was expendable in more ways than one. But Jeremy didn't need to know. This fucking was another two hours long. By this time it was nearly dinner. The TV was blue and twenty minutes later Nolan came down the stairs to see how his new pet was coping. "Did you enjoy the film...take a name?" he asked much to casual.
 
By the time the film was over, Jeremy was curled up in the corner of the cage. While he wasn't afraid of scary movies, usually, this film was real-- and he could hear every detail of the boy's torture. Would that be him, soon? Jeremy whimpered and shut his eyes tighter, still keeping his ears close and his eyes covered even when the movie turned off and he heard Nolan's voice. Jeremy shook his head, and pressed his lips together.
 
Nolan felt sorry for the boy, but he had to stay firm with him. "It really was a shame," he began opening the gave and beckoning the naked boy out and to come sit with him on the couch. "Derek is such a cute little boy. I gave him the choice to go back home with his mother so long as he didn't breath a word of our fun...turns out he couldn't honor our little pact." Nolan reclined a little as he told a fibbing story. "Of course, his mother didn't believe him, would yours?" he laughed. Nolan really did appear to be perfect outside of this house. "So I just snatched him up from his room one night and we skipped the country. That was when all our real fun started..." he said nodding to the screen. "I was considering to make that same deal with you..."
 
Jeremy uncovered his eyes to see Nolan motioning him forth. He pressed his lips together and stood up, walking out of the cage, but he didn't sit on the couch. He stood, not wanting to hurt his bottom. He listened to the story in horror, and then growled. "You are sick!" He exclaimed, and turned his head away. But he would take the deal in an instant, if it meant being out of this house.
 
Jeremy could stand all he wanted, it was very nice view for his teacher. His words only made the man smirk. He knew this well enough but it didn't bother him. Nolan only shrugged. "I'm going to take your snootiness as a no then. Pity...your mother was missing you terribly when I talked to her a few hours ago..." he said standing up to leave.
 
"Hey, wait!" Jeremy called when Nolan got up to leave. His eyes were wide, and he looked hopeful. "She called? You talked to her?" He fidgited, and licked his lips. "So she knows your phone number?" Maybe, if he did get stuck here, they could track him. . .Maybe. . ."I want to go home!"
 
Nolan laughed, knowing his train of thought. "She has my cellphone number, of course..." he rolled his eyes. "She said she hoped that you were behaving yourself..." he paused at the door looking back. "Yes, I know you do. And I would hate for you to miss school on MOnday," he added. "But for that to happen, Jeremy...our little games have to be kept a secret," he said, his voice serious and much more firm now.
 
Cell phone number. Bull. At the mention of his mother once more, he scowled and scathingly replied, "Did you tell her that if I wasn't, I was being molested?" His eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand slightly, down by his waist. "Fine. I won't well anyone, you sick freak. Just promise me I can go home?"
 
Nolan gave him a quick stern look...one he might give if he were scolding his students in class. "Back to your disrespecting tongue I see. Very well, you can just skip dinner. I'm tired of being nice with you, Jeremy. I wouldn't get too excited about going home either, I've done changed my mind," he turned and went to open the door this time. Yes...NOlan was putting on an act, wanting to scare the boy...made him cry or beg or whatever.
 
"No!" It was sad how Nolan knew that he had Jeremy, there. The boy lurched forward, reaching out to curl one of his hands in Nolan's shirt, trying to prevent him from going. "No. . .Please. . .I want to go home. . .I'll be good. . ."
 
Nolan couldn't help but smile big...at least to the door. He managed to regain composure as he turned to the boy who suddenly appeared a few years younger in that simple childish plead. The teacher walked back to the couch and pulled the smaller boy to him, coaching him up onto his lap weather he wanted to or not, despite the others discomfort. He cradled him like a child. His expression was firm but his voice soft. "You promise to be a good boy and keep our secret then?" he asked again. "I think you own me an appology for your recent behavior then, yes?" he asked urging the boy on. Indeed, Nolan expected the teen to continued some resistances and diffiance now and again...but he was pretty sure for the most part he'd be willing. At least until it was something a little too kinky or degrading...which of course there would be!
 
When forced to climb up onto Nolan's lap, Jeremy did so even though the action caused him not only discomfort, but acute pain. He winced, and then nodded to Nolan's first question about him keeping things a secret. When asked to apologize, Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows and muttered, ". . .Sorry. . ." He didn't like apologizing, but he wasn't going to risk getting the priveledge to go home taken away.
 
Nolan seemed pleased enough. He took the boy's chin firm in his hand and tilted Jeremy's head toward him. Leaning in he pressed his lips gently against the boys, no doubt, resisting ones. He certainly tasted so sweet. "That's a good boy," he praised softly before moving the boy back to his own feet. "Now, I bet you are just a little hungry. Would you like some dinner now?" he asked. By this time smells from the kitchen were smelling up the whole house...very mouthwatering especially if you hadn't eaten since early morning and only a little food at that.
 
As his chin was grabbed, Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows and only started to resist when the man pressed their lips together. He tried to turn his chin this way and that, but found that he couldn't. Disgusted, he scowled and scampered up, trying to ignore the burning in his bottom from sitting on it. "Yes," he answered, and looked toward the stairs.
 
"Go was your hands and face (since he'd been crying). There is a change of clothing for you in the bathroom," he told turning the boy in the other direction. "You shall always be decent at my table. If you have lost your privileges to clothing for some reason then you will eat on the floor..." he explained. "Come up with you are finished," Nolan turned and headed up the stairs. The tasks would get challenging for him in cuffs but the boy would just have to learn to get use to it. He liked his boys confined and helpless.

In the bathroom the only thing that was present was a short pair of shorts. They were made of some weird material that looked very uncomfortable. And they were. When they were finlly on they formed to ever little bump and curve of one's body...not a pleasant thing when your ass from tender from a spanking or if you happened to have a bit of extra packaging in the front.
 
Jeremy nodded in understanding, relieved that he'd at least get to wear clothing and eat with his hands-- at least he presumed. The boy wandered into the restroom and washed his hands, which was easy enough. His face proved a bit challenging, but not too hard. What was the hardest was pulling on the shorts, since he wanted to do it in a way that didn't hurt him. He had to lean against the wall and pull the shorts onto his legs, then stand as he pulled them up by the front first, and then the back. They hurt when they clung to his sore butt, and they clung to his package which was uncomfortable. He wasn't used to anything tight like that.

Once he was done he walked out of the bathroom and then walked into the dining room. The shorts showed off his nice legs and his cute bottom, but he felt worse than naked in them.
 
Nolan was certainly turned on when the boy joined him upstairs. So cute...his ass, legs and nice little bump in the front. How he long to play with that little bump! He beckoned the boy over. This time a place had been set up for him. They were having grilled chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. "Those as very nice on you...although the color doesn't suit you at all," he commented. The seat that waited for Jeremy was cushioned with a feathered pillow. "Eat up..." he ordered with a pleasant tone. And the rest of the meal was set in simple conversation that perhaps would have occurred if Jeremy had never gone to the basement to begin with. "After dinner you can get started on some of your homework since you'll be going home tomorrow..." he told.
 
Jeremy was really happy to find that a place had been set for him, and even happier when he found a feather pillow on the seat. He grinned at Nolan through a sidelong glance and then he climbed up on the chair. It was slightly uncomfortable, and he winced, but it still was much better than the hard wooden chairs all by themself. Though it was awkward to eat with his hands chained together, it wasn't so bad, and he was able to eat his fill, which was quite welcome. Once he was done he nodded at Nolan. "Alright. . .May I be excused. . .to go do it?"
 
Nolan was pleased to see the smile, he liked seeing his pets smile about as much as he liked to hear they cry and scream out. It would seem he would be getting a little of everything this evening because the last two were sure to come later! "I put your bag in the entertainment room...you can sit in there and do your homework," he offered. The room had lots of plush cushioned couches and chairs that faced a large fire place. Sitting on the floor up the the coffee tables in the middle of the room made ideal homework spot. A flat screened TV sat above the mantle. "Yes, you may. If you need any help just let me know," he said watching the boy head in the right direction. No trouble laid in that area so he didn't mind Jeremy being alone for awhile.
 
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