Summertime f/m mm/m

Postby hayleyroe69 » Sat Apr 25, 2015 12:48 am

Hello all! I'm new here, i read most of stories here, all users are amazing, i enjoyed read your stories so much.
From the first time i think signed up here i didn't want to post anything because my grammar sucks, my english sucks, i'm not good at writing, and i suck. But i'll give it a try, pffft, you can correct my grammar in the comment yeah? and here is my first story.



Chapter One: Running Away
f/m mm/m

Again, i woke up just to hear my parents fighting downstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed, was wiping my hair, then walked to the bathroom while my right hand was rubbing my right eye.
I checked myself in a mirror, you can see i'm 5 feet 7 inches tall, messy long brown hair, brown eyes, white skin. I'm wearing black shorts, white shirt, white socks.
I pulled out my shirt, shorts, socks, underwear, tossed it to the floor, and took a shower. After i finished, get dressed with the same clothes i wore before but different colours, i brushed my teeth and heard them was still fighting downstairs, heard a plate smashed to the floor once i guessed. I'm always sick of hearing this, even if sometimes they can be nice each other but.... i just wanted them to divorce, besides, my stepmom is too young for my 35 yo dad. She was only 22.
My birth mother died in a car accident, 4 years ago, when we were going to visit granma, i was only 12 when that happened. Dad was driving the car to pass the bridge and suddenly a dog was running in the front, he avoided the dog that was running and the car hit the frontier of the bridge and fell to the river.
As we were drowning, i saw my mom unconcious and blood rolling down her face, dad turned to see me backseat, he could see if i was losing my breath. Once again, i saw mom, she didn't move at all, i knew what i saw, mom was gone, then the last time i remember, dad pushed the door open and took me by the arm and swam to the surface, and next thing, i woke up in a hospital.

I walked downstairs and saw my parents yelled at each other, i walked through the living room to the kitchen and pretended i didn't hear them. I could see dad noticed me and stopped yelling then came at me. I grabbed fresh milk from the fridge and gulps it.
"hey Jordan, i....."
"i..... dad i didn't hear that, don't worry, even if i did, i don't care"
"I'm sorry, son. Hey, what do you want me to buy something when i get there?"
"What? Where?"
"England, i'm going to England today, for my work, son, you forgot?"
"Uh. Yeah. No. Anything dad."
My heart sink a bit. I didn't want to spend summertime with my crazy stepmom.
"Be a good boy, i'll be back in a week"
WHAT?! A week?! He said he would go to London for THREE DAYS and now A WEEK?! He's messing with me.
I opened my mouth to complain but, "Come on, i told you this and you agreed, you said that was okay", said dad.
He gave me a smile, hugged me. "Love you", said dad.
"Love you too", i answered.
Then he walked through the door and disappeared with his car.
Now it was just that crazy women staring at me with a smile on her face.
I stuck here with Clara and i didn't have a plan for today or the next next next next days, i thought dad would've asked me to play golf as usual, uh well, that was 2 years ago though before he got promoted and began so busy with his work.
I left her and walked to garage to do stuff with my unfixed motorcycle, although i didn't know how to fix it, haha.

The night came.

I think i'd sleep early and left the house by tomorrow morning to go to my friend's home and set up another plan... maybe. I walked to my room and pulled out my shirt, tossed it to the floor and landed on bed by my stomach.
A couple minutes later i heard the door opened but i didn't really care, i was about to fall asleep, a couple secs i opened my eyes to see Clara standing right next to my bed.
"Jordie"
I looked at her, "You said no more, you promised"
She then opened the blanket that was covering my body and sat next to my shirtless body. I jumped to the floor next to the bed.
"I let you do this to me dozens of times. Just not tonight. Not ever again!"
"What are you talking about Jordie? Please, sit here next to mama"
I ran to the door and try to open it but it was locked. "What are you doing?! Clara!!!! Where's the key?!"
"Come and get it here sweetheart"
I continued shaking the handle. But suddenly i felt a hand grabbed my chest and another hand w white rag clamped to my mouth, a weird smell. "MMMPHHH" i was screaming and struggling. And i went to a deep sleep.

I woke up with blurry eyes, i rub my eyes but- no, my hands were tied to bed above me, my legs too, it was like spread-eagle.
"Morning sunshine", i heard Clara's voice.
I tried to protest but looks like something was covering my mouth, black cleavegag and secured with grey tape over my cleavegagged mouth.
I saw Clara get dressed next to bed, she put on her red bra, and then pants.
I screamed to my gag, "what have you done?!" but it was just like "whmfhh mmph yhppmh duhmmmph?!"
OMG what! She.... did she.. when i was unconcious? Omg what she did to me this whole night!
"Oh... i forgot. Calm down baby, don't worry, now your turn", said Clara and then she sat on top of me.
"You're sick Clara! Get off!", i let out mumbles. "Yommphhh smmphh Clahmmpp!!! Gmooopph!"
She untied my right hand and she began to slid her left bra-strap with her left hand, while she was still holding my right hand, but..
BUZZZZ. BUZZZZ.
It was her phone. thank god.
"Don't move.", she said as she walked off and left my room.
My right hand was still free, I began untying my left hand and my legs. I jumped from the bed and realized i was just wearing my underwear. I pulled the gag. Picked my shirt on the floor, my boxer, and my jeans- no first i gotta lock the door.
I picked my jeans in the closet, i heard her was busy talking on the phone, guess its her bestie because she was so excited about that call.
I get dressed, i thought i still have times to picked my bag and put my stuffs, some clothes, snacks, i couldn't stay here any longer, i have to go, to my uncle, or wherever i have to, and got out from this hell.
I heard her footsteps, "Open this fucking door! Don't do anything stupid, boy! You don't want to see my anger!"
I freaked out, i picked my sneakers bellow bed and wore it then ran to the windows and opened it. Just to remember my room was on the second floor, it was pretty high to the ground. I jumped to the ground, smooth! my ankle was fine! Now i gotta run.
I saw there was a patrol car at the side of the street. But i couldn't tell them, they wouldn't believe me or Clara would deny whatever i tell the police, cause she is so sly, she has many ideas to lie. Fine, i'd just gonna go to my uncle's. He'd believe me. He didn't like Clara either, the way she speak, the way she walk, everything, like a bitch. I walked to the bus stop, and checked my bags. Shit! I didn't brought my wallet! Neither my iPhone! I can't go back. Perfect. Now I had to walk to get to my uncle's.

The sun went down and darkness fell. I kept walking.

I had been walking for i-don't-give-a-fuck-how-long and finaly i read the sign board tells this is Elm. Street, the fuck was this street? I'm not lost please i'm not. It must be close to my uncle's place, i knew it. But I felt i need to ask someone how to get to Rose Street. It was so quiet. No any living creature i could ask for.
I kept walking to the end of the street, and went to right, i saw Mortus Cafe where i used to eat breakfast with my uncle when i was sleepover at his home, the cafe was 100m from where i stand, i walked there- no. suddenly a black van appeared in the front of me. I saw 2 masked & black-suited guys in the van, and then 1 guy pointed a gun at me, and one guy pulled me in.
"Fuck! Get off! Let me go!!!! Help!!!!!", as i was struggling and screaming for help, the guy that was holding me to his, clamped my mouth to make me quiet. "hemmpphhh"
"Hurry!", said the guy that was holding me.
The gunned guy seems to has something in his right hand, like syringe, and it was. And he injected it to my neck. Suddenly, i felt weak and i passed out.

My body was aching, i felt cold, weak. I could feel my hands were tied behind my back to a chair, my legs too, i could feel blackness in my eyes, blindfolded. Something stuffed in my mouth, let me guess, socks, and my mouth taped shut, oh hell i was so scared.
"Helmmppphhh! Lemmmfhhhh mephhhh gommpphhhh!"
I heard the door unlocked, and footsteps, someone walked in. I felt someone grabbed the blindfold and pulled it out.
My eyes were blurry for a sec but i could see i was in a small room about 5x5m i guessed, i could see 2 same guys that kidnapped me, but they didn't wear the mask. It terrified me, if they showed their faces that means they're going to kill me, well, atleast thats what movies says.
"You ain't gonna get hurt boy, if your father want to cooperate with us", said the guy who injected me.
"Enough the chit chat, Sam", said the guy who held me in the van, then he punched me in cheek.
"Mppphhh" i let out groans.
"Hey Rilley, you said no harm", said Sam.

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Evil Sidekick Gang - Emperor : Rilley Phantom 09556901
26 yo, brown short haired, brown eyes, 6,4ft average build, 200 lbs

Evil Sidekick Gang - Henchman : Samuel Roger 08819493
25 yo, dark long haired, brown eyes, 6,1ft 185lbs
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"You're a good guy Sam, you wont help me if i tell you i will kill this boy, his father must pay! He put our friends in jail! He killed our friends! And now. I want to make him suffer!", said Rilley to Sam. "But, i'd like to see this boy suffer too.", he added and turned to see my frighten face.

'Oh my god. These guys are going to torture me and then,

kill me.'



Pardon me if there are same name/character/places that i mentioned in this story, i didn't meant anything, its just fictional characters and places.
Should i continue?
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Re: Summertime f/m mm/m

Postby xtc » Sat Apr 25, 2015 6:10 am

Hi,
I'm happy to approve this post.

Your grammar is not as bad as you think. It is certainly better than that of some posters and you are obviously aware of the formal requirements.
It just seems that the first part is better written than the latter part and, perhaps, that part could have benefited from a careful proof-reading. Perhaps some kind Board Member could oblige because it is very difficult effectively to proof-read one's own work. HINT! HINT!

Your story begs me to continue reading it; I am glad you have shared it. You should be commended especially for writing in the opposite gender, Bravo!
Welcome to the League of TUGwriters.

Oh shit! just recognised my poor grammar above!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: Summertime f/m mm/m

Postby hafnermg » Sun Apr 26, 2015 1:04 am

I agree with xtc your grammar is definitely not that bad. I too have seen much worse.

Thank you for taking the time to write and share this story with us!

I look forward to more!

Re: Summertime f/m mm/m

Postby hayleyroe69 » Sun Apr 26, 2015 5:34 am

ow i see:(
thankyou xtc, hafnermg for reading! and your suggestions! i'll try my best for the next chapters
thanks for everyone too!
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Re: Summertime f/m mm/m

Postby jsherwood » Sun Apr 26, 2015 5:53 am

agree with whatxtc said.

Re: Summertime f/m mm/m

Postby Kyle » Sun Apr 26, 2015 8:19 pm

I pretty much agree with XTC too. The writing started out pretty well but fell off towards the end. It never got to the point I couldn't read it. The story's interesting though.

Re: Summertime f/m mm/m

Postby hayleyroe69 » Sun Apr 26, 2015 8:59 pm

Chapter Two: Dad's Enemy
mm/m

Tears rolled down my cheeks, i cried to my gag as Rilley left the room, Sam stayed in the room, i coughed and he walked to me then pulled the tape and the socks out.
"There. I'm sorry this has to happen to you", said Sam.
"Please, Sam, you got the wrong guy, and my father is not a murderer"
"I don't want to, but your father killed pretty much of our friends."
"He's not that kind of person, please let me go, please.", i begged.
"Kiddo, he has been hunting our group for like 2 years, but not just our group. Tom worked for FBI, thats why he has always been busy. He said he was going to London huh? No."
I sat there in silence. Should i trust this guy?
"You don't need to fucking trust me" he said. Sam grabbed a bottle of water, "Drink"
"Thanks." i said. "Do you really have to kill me?", i continued.
He then pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, "No, please! I'll be good", i beg him not to gag me.
But he did anyway, he cleavegaged me, and then he picked up a roll of ducktape on the table in the corner and taped my mouth and around to my head a couple layers.
Then he walked to the door, and turned around "I'll turn off the light just so you can sleep" and so the door closed.
"Nommpphhh!" I gave him a sign and moaned that i don't like being alone in a small room, i have Claustrophobia.
I freaked out, i imagined terrible things would happen if i'm in a small dark room, i couldn't see a thing, what if i couldn't see anything but someone just stabbed me or shot me? what if there were demons in this room? what if this room suddenly shrink? what if......... god, i couldn't breath.
"Plsmmpphh, lemmph memffhh outmmmph" I screamed and moaned n my gag. But my captors seems ignored me.
I was so scared within fear of my captors and fear with this fucking phobia. I felt dizzy because cried so hard, and slowly i went to a deep sleep.
The next morning, Rilley wake me up by punched me in the gut, that was so bad, i coughed then starred at him.
"What are you starring at, idiot?", said Rilley.
He then punched me in the cheek, and i put my head down. Holy shit. This guy scared the crap out of me.
"Samuel Roger!", he yelled.
"Yo, boss, here is the camera", Sam walked in with the camera he held and a tripod, and some cabels connected to a laptop.
"Patch me through.", said Rilley. I guessed they'd call my dad.
Rilley was standing in front of me face to the camera, as i heard beep, meant dad was on the phone.
"Can i talk to........... auhm... Mr......... Flinster....? OH HELLO! Thomas Flinster long time no see! Hows your day? Omg you look so handsome oh don't bother to trace this call because you will never find me and your little shit here.", he didn't give dad a chance to let out a word, he then stepped a side to the left so dad could see me.
I saw dad from the laptop placed above the camera, he turned into worry face to see my bound and gagged body in a chair, my cheek bruises, my body looked awful. I still wore the same clothes when i was running away from home yesterday, blue jeans and white tshirt, sneakers.
"What did you do to him?! Jordan are you alright?! Jordan!", i couldn't speak or much struggle, i cried and then tears rolled down in dads cheeks, and dad continued, "Please Rilley, i'll give you everything, money? How much do you want? Please Ri---", he begged.
"No! I don't want your money! I want you to feel suffer, i want you to feel sorry for what you did to my friends! my family!", said Rilley.
"Okay, Rilley I'm sorry!"
"Do you think sorry is everything can change the world? You can't make my fucking family back to life again!"
He then came at me and punched me in the gut. But not that hard. I thought he didn't really meant to torture me.
"No!!!! Please Rilley don't hurt him. I was wrong okay, i should never killed your father, and your friends and or put them in jail, i'm sorry, i am the one you want, please you can torture me all you want but not him, then what do you want?!", dad begged.
"We do it my way.", said Rilley.
"Please Rilley don't hurt him, he's innocent.", dad begged.
"Nobody. Is. Innocent.", he then turned off the camera.
I was still crying as Rilley left the room, and again, it was just me and Sam in the room.
He came at me and cut the tape off my mouth, and pulled the cleavegag, and untied my wrist and then legs.
"Time to use the bathroom, and you must be very hungry, lets go and don't do anything stupid", he pulled out his gun and placed it to my back, he led me to a bathroom. He handed me a towel, black shorts and blue jacket, white socks from my bag. He gave me 15 mins to clean myself.

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I was in a motel when i received the call. I couldn't believe it was happening to my son. I needed to play this game with Rilley. I was so confused, i'm terrified with what would come next. I walked out from the motel to my car. I needed to go home and make sure Claras fine.
When i arrived at home, i could see Clara ran towards me and hugged me.
"Tom, you're home! It hasn't been a week though"
"Yes. I got a call"
"What call? Oh tom, I need to tell you something. Jordan, i can't make him stay, hes running away"
"Running away?"
"I dind't really know, maybe because i didn't let him go to his friends party"
I knew now she was the reason why Jordan been kidnapped. "He's been kidnapped", i told her.
I saw the horror look on her face. "I'll find him, Clara, lock the door and take care of yourself, if somethings happen, call me. Now i need to go"

I left her and went to FBI building. I told my team that Jordan's been kidnapped and i showed them the video. Since i put a kinda recorder on my laptop, everything would be recorded automatically to my server.
It has been 2 hours. We were trying to trace the call but nothing. With sophisticated equipment, I couldn't believe this we couldn't trace a call from Rilley.
"Do you find anything, Tamaro?", i asked to one of my team.
"Not yet, sir-----", Tamaro said, "FOUND IT! 1234 San Pablo Eve, Emeryville, California!", he continued.
Me and my team were on our way to Rilley's place. I couldn't wait to shot him dead in the head for what he did to my son. Next stop, San Pablo Eve.

There, an abandoned house. My team (6 guys, 1 women), and others, paramedic, detectives, stayed in our position in the left side of the yard before we made any move. Couple seconds later I heard voices screaming for help, it must be Jordan!
I ran to the house with my hands were holding my gun and pointed it straight. I walked to the living room, there was nothing, not even a chair. I walked upstrairs.
Upstairs, i saw there was a table in the corner with radio tape, it wasn't Jordan, it was the radio. And then i starred at the wall, saw some letter there.

What's UP, Tom F(oo)linster?

I looked up, i saw there was a bomb in the ceiling. It countdown from 15 secs, shit!
I heard my team downstairs, were running upstairs, were going to investigate, "There's a bomb! Run!", i yelled.
I ran downstairs and saw my team was running outside and got some covered, as i ran towards them, the bomb exploded, i jumped and fell down. Karen came at me and helped me to stand and had me covered.
A sec later, i heard my phone rang, i picked it up.
"You failed, Fool-inster", i heard a gunshot and then Rilley hung up.

To be continued

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