THE BABYSITTER (MM/M) - PG17
Posted: Sun May 20, 2018 11:09 pm
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THE BABYSITTER
Chapter 1 - Overprotective
I struggled and fought, but it was futile.
I couldn’t move my legs, as they were strictly bound to my also bound wrists - I’ve been put in a perfectly made, strict hogtie.
As if that wasn’t enough - trying to scream was futile as well: my mouth was plugged up and my eyes were blindfolded. And worst of all: I was home, in the place where I always felt safe and secure. But the calmness I had always had here, was completely gone for insecurity and slight fear now. I heard my blood pumping through my veins and my heart beating too fast. Just when I had myself calmed a bit down, I felt a cold, gloved hand on my face. And I started to panic all over again.
++++++++++++ 4 HOURS EARLIER +++++++++++++
„Dad come on, I’m old enough to stay home alone. Please!“ I begged, slightly annoyed.
„There’s no discussion, J. I don’t want you do shit, and you proved more than once that you’re far away from being responsibly. That’s why I called Joshua over to take care of you.“ my Dad responded calmly, what made me even more annoyed by the fact that I would be babysat for the weekend.
„But I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me too. He’s a total jerk!“ I complained.
„No more arguing, son - or I’m going to restrain you and lock you in our basement. So now better help me getting my stuff ready for the weekend!“ my Dad explained, slightly angry now as well.
I nodded annoyed and started to help my Dad packing his things for his weekend working-trip with his buddies. My Dad is a passionate motorcyclist, and works at a big motorcycle-seller. Every now and then, he organizes trips to different places where there are runways to be found - and then they do some competitions there, drive and race the whole day, and just have a good time. Mostly it’s just guys - he and his friends are pretty happy about that, he told me one day. I knew he really liked those kind of trips. As I had just turned 18, I couldn’t run any motorcycle yet, and the trip would’ve been pretty annoying for me. And either way, I liked the idea of staying home alone pretty much. I wanted to invite some friends for drinking and just have a good time without my over protective dad - that was until he told me that my slightly older cousin Joshua was coming to stay those three nights he was away.
I was pretty annoyed about the fact that my dad thought I’d need a babysitter - and the fact that it was the jerk of the family, didn’t make it any better. Joshua and I never had been getting along so well with each other. Mainly cause we are so different: I’m 18, he’s around 5 or 6 years older than me. So they say. For me, he's like a little child somehow...He had his first girlfriend with 12 or 13 and always bragged about what a womanizer he was and how he could have any girl at school. I never took a particular interest in girls - and I also had no interest in exercising in the gym like he always does. Not that it wouldn’t pay off for him - he’s a muscled jock with pretty impressive biceps and a stunning sixpack. I once caught myself staring at him when we were at the beach about a year ago.
And while I was always working hard and learning at school, he didn’t take that so seriously. He always called me a grind and laughed at me before his friends - saying that only losers are learning to achieve good ratings.
So - you get the idea. We don’t have the same interests and a pretty much different idea of how to live. And now, this total jerk who also always did pranks in our earlier years, was coming over to babysit me cause my dad just thinks of me like a little child.
„I’ll go in, take a quick shower and then leave, son. You go and clean up our mess in the living room - or Joshua will think we’re total slobs.“ he commanded and I went to it while he jogged towards the bathroom, dripping sweat.
I thought about how things were back when my Dad and Mom still were together. Dad, Mom, my younger sister and me were living here, in the house where me and Dad still live. As I was 15 or something, my mother broke up with my Dad in a pretty messed up conversation one late night. She basically was sick of his macho-like behavior - he never cleaned something up, or did something for the household…nothing. He always said he’s working hard (what he is, that’s true) and as my Mom isn’t working, the household is her duty. My mom didn’t ever completely agree. However, that was surely not the only reason, but one for sure.
My sister went to live with my Mom, as she wanted to live with her much rather than with my dad, as harsh as this sounds. So that was clear immediately - and then I couldn’t really leave my Dad here in that big house, completely alone - so my decision was made as well.
He and I get along pretty well. Though regarding the household, there isn’t something different. I do most of the cleaning and the cooking, but as he already has bought me a car to drive when I got my license, I forgot about that. I had enough time and he was working pretty hard - so that was fine by me. I liked him - a lot. So I could give him something in return as he was doing so much for me and making sure I got a roof over my head.
I was busy vacuum cleaning the living room as the door bell rang. Joshua was here!
PETER
I received a special request from someone you all know who encouraged me to write again
So please enjoy my newest work and comment on it - I love feedback! Thank you in advance.
THE BABYSITTER
Chapter 1 - Overprotective
I struggled and fought, but it was futile.
I couldn’t move my legs, as they were strictly bound to my also bound wrists - I’ve been put in a perfectly made, strict hogtie.
As if that wasn’t enough - trying to scream was futile as well: my mouth was plugged up and my eyes were blindfolded. And worst of all: I was home, in the place where I always felt safe and secure. But the calmness I had always had here, was completely gone for insecurity and slight fear now. I heard my blood pumping through my veins and my heart beating too fast. Just when I had myself calmed a bit down, I felt a cold, gloved hand on my face. And I started to panic all over again.
++++++++++++ 4 HOURS EARLIER +++++++++++++
„Dad come on, I’m old enough to stay home alone. Please!“ I begged, slightly annoyed.
„There’s no discussion, J. I don’t want you do shit, and you proved more than once that you’re far away from being responsibly. That’s why I called Joshua over to take care of you.“ my Dad responded calmly, what made me even more annoyed by the fact that I would be babysat for the weekend.
„But I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me too. He’s a total jerk!“ I complained.
„No more arguing, son - or I’m going to restrain you and lock you in our basement. So now better help me getting my stuff ready for the weekend!“ my Dad explained, slightly angry now as well.
I nodded annoyed and started to help my Dad packing his things for his weekend working-trip with his buddies. My Dad is a passionate motorcyclist, and works at a big motorcycle-seller. Every now and then, he organizes trips to different places where there are runways to be found - and then they do some competitions there, drive and race the whole day, and just have a good time. Mostly it’s just guys - he and his friends are pretty happy about that, he told me one day. I knew he really liked those kind of trips. As I had just turned 18, I couldn’t run any motorcycle yet, and the trip would’ve been pretty annoying for me. And either way, I liked the idea of staying home alone pretty much. I wanted to invite some friends for drinking and just have a good time without my over protective dad - that was until he told me that my slightly older cousin Joshua was coming to stay those three nights he was away.
I was pretty annoyed about the fact that my dad thought I’d need a babysitter - and the fact that it was the jerk of the family, didn’t make it any better. Joshua and I never had been getting along so well with each other. Mainly cause we are so different: I’m 18, he’s around 5 or 6 years older than me. So they say. For me, he's like a little child somehow...He had his first girlfriend with 12 or 13 and always bragged about what a womanizer he was and how he could have any girl at school. I never took a particular interest in girls - and I also had no interest in exercising in the gym like he always does. Not that it wouldn’t pay off for him - he’s a muscled jock with pretty impressive biceps and a stunning sixpack. I once caught myself staring at him when we were at the beach about a year ago.
And while I was always working hard and learning at school, he didn’t take that so seriously. He always called me a grind and laughed at me before his friends - saying that only losers are learning to achieve good ratings.
So - you get the idea. We don’t have the same interests and a pretty much different idea of how to live. And now, this total jerk who also always did pranks in our earlier years, was coming over to babysit me cause my dad just thinks of me like a little child.
„I’ll go in, take a quick shower and then leave, son. You go and clean up our mess in the living room - or Joshua will think we’re total slobs.“ he commanded and I went to it while he jogged towards the bathroom, dripping sweat.
I thought about how things were back when my Dad and Mom still were together. Dad, Mom, my younger sister and me were living here, in the house where me and Dad still live. As I was 15 or something, my mother broke up with my Dad in a pretty messed up conversation one late night. She basically was sick of his macho-like behavior - he never cleaned something up, or did something for the household…nothing. He always said he’s working hard (what he is, that’s true) and as my Mom isn’t working, the household is her duty. My mom didn’t ever completely agree. However, that was surely not the only reason, but one for sure.
My sister went to live with my Mom, as she wanted to live with her much rather than with my dad, as harsh as this sounds. So that was clear immediately - and then I couldn’t really leave my Dad here in that big house, completely alone - so my decision was made as well.
He and I get along pretty well. Though regarding the household, there isn’t something different. I do most of the cleaning and the cooking, but as he already has bought me a car to drive when I got my license, I forgot about that. I had enough time and he was working pretty hard - so that was fine by me. I liked him - a lot. So I could give him something in return as he was doing so much for me and making sure I got a roof over my head.
I was busy vacuum cleaning the living room as the door bell rang. Joshua was here!
PETER