I’m not Scared

My brother’s friends came over to trade candy.

Basically, I mean Warren’s allergic to peanuts, and stuff. So, there’s lots of candy he can’t eat, and so on. I went out to the fort, where they got together for all kinds of stuff.

They think I’m stupid, and I don’t know what goes on in my own back yard. Right under my nose, but the truth is, they don’t hide it real good.

So finally, I took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. “Hey let me in.”

“It’s just my sister.”

“What do you want?”

“Uh, I just want to come in, and hang out. Aren’t you boys a little to old to pretend like girls have cooties?”

Honestly, maybe they wouldn’t have to beat off together, looking at nudie mags, and reading the stories if they talked to a real girl. (Other then their sister.)

“Come on, guys. She lives here too, and besides, she helped me make it.”

“It’s too scary for little girls.”

“Yeah, you might get nightmares.”

“So?” I piped up, “It’s Halloween, you’re supposed to be scared, and get nightmares.”

So, finally, they let me in, and turned on the light, so it was full of spooky purple light, and spots, and glowing dotted lines all over the floor.

From beating off in here all the time. “Uh, well if you’re trying to scare me, why don’t you tell me a scary story, then?” I sat down on the floor, with my back to the door, looking around, but there middle school boys.

Mostly, I mean Warren just started high school, but he still hung out with middle school boys, and he was the cutest. He grew his auburn hair out, so it hung around his face in waves, but not like long long hair. Long enough to run my fingers through, so he kissed me, but they all knew the same old stories I heard about a hundred times.

I have friends too, but they all went home, when their moms, and dads called. I went as a ghost, because it was so easy to cut a couple holes in a sheet, and go get candy, but I’m not allergic to peanuts. So, I don’t have to trade my Snickers, and Peanut Butter Cups for taffy, and candy corn.

That really has to suck, because there’s so much candy with peanuts, and peanut butter in it, but if he ate just 1 bite, he could die. So then, they all finished telling the story of the 1 armed hitch hiker with a hook for a hand, but it’s just like a joke you already heard. It’s not funny if you already know the punchline, but just in case you haven’t heard it, I won’t ruin the ending for you.

They fought over who got to tell the punchline, and then, they looked at me to see if I was scared. I just nodded. “Okay, my turn. Once apon a time, there was this man, in a house. It wasn’t a haunted house, it looked just like any regular house, but he lived alone, and he looked just like a normal man.

Until, one day, a boy. I guess he was about 12 and a half years old.” Since some of them were 11, and others 13, but Warren just turned 14, and he remembers being 12, easily. “It was Halloween, but he didn’t have any friends, or brothers, or sisters, so he went out trick, or treating all alone. Dressed up as a pirate, but he didn’t have a peg leg, or a hook hand, and he couldn’t make a convincing parrot to perch on his shoulder. So, he wore an eyepatch, instead.

So then, the young man. Oh by the way, he wasn’t an old man, he was only about 21? Yeah, so he could buy beer, and stuff, but he didn’t have a beer, or anything. Just a big bowl, like a cauldron.”

“What’s a cauldron?” Warren asked, but they were all really following the story, real good, because I made the boy easy to imagine they were him. I didn’t say his name, or tell them that he had long wavy auburn hair, but in this light, it just looked black.

Huh, maybe that’s why it’s called a black light? “Well, it’s like a big old soup pot, but round on the bottom.” I picked up a pumpkin bucket, and showed them. “Like this, so you can hang it over the fire, and cook stew in it.”

“Or a witch’s brew.” My brother already knew this story, because I practiced it on him, and he was in on it. He knew the whole thing, which is why he invited them over to trade candy in the old fort. They don’t play in it, as much as they used to. They’re big boys now, so they don’t like to play childish playhouse games as much. So, they just kept their nudie mags in the trunk they sat on, like a bench.

“So,” Warren shook his head, “The man in the house was a witch, or dressed up like.” He thought, “A Warlock?”

“No, silly. He was just dressed normally, with a short haircut, a green polo shirt, 3 button pullover, but green because he had hazel eyes, and auburn hair.” Like Warren’s but cut short. “So nobody knew his deep dark secret.”

“Which is?”

“I’m not going to tell you yet, it’s a secret, and that would spoil the ending. So, if you want to know, just let me tell it. Okay, so the point is, that the cauldron was big, and heavy, and cast iron, as those things usually are. About this big.” I held my arms out to hug it, or the imaginary one, too big to get my arms around. “So, he couldn’t carry it to the door whenever a boy showed up, and he invited him in.

“Take as much as you want,” he said, and shut the door when the boy went right back to the fire place. Across from the door, but the man had a piece of tape. About this long.” I pulled my hands out, holding an imaginary roll of tape, “And he put it over the boy’s mouth, when his back was turned so he couldn’t scream. Then, he pulled out a rope, and twisted his arms behind him to tie him up.

He worked out, all year for this, so he was big and strong. Too strong for the boys to fight back.”

“Boys? What boys?” Warren did all the talking, but the other boys were looking around, trying not to act scared.

“Well, the boys in the basement, of course. He’d been planning this all year, so he wanted to kidnap as many boys as he could, and he’d been at it all night. This one boy, that got away, he was just the latest one to show up.” Oops, I gave away too much, too fast, but I had to explain some time, how the story got out.

“So then, when he got him tied up, he picked him up, and carried him into the kitchen. It was late at night, so trick, or treats were pretty much over, and he was just the last one. He was greedy, and wanted even more candy, so he thought, I’ll just do one more house, and another, and another until his candy bag was all filled up, but he took a great big pillowcase, so it took forever to fill up.

Finally, they got down the stairs to the basement, and the boy saw that it was full of boys, tied up. Just like him, but down on their knees, with heavy weights tied to their hands. Too heavy for them to pick up, or even drag across the floor. Let alone up the stairs to escape, but the really freaky thing is, they also had their pants down.

Around their knees, and their shirts ripped open, so they could see each other’s boners. They were gay, all of them.”

“So, the man was gay too, and that’s why he never got married.”

“Yeah, and he kidnapped all those boys, and tied them up to molest them?”

“No, not even. He hated gays. Especially gay boys, because he was raped by one when he was very little. Then, he grew up, and hated them more, and more. He was so messed up because of his childhood, he couldn’t even get it up for a woman. So, none of them wanted him enough to marry him, and it ruined his life.

So, he came up with this plan, to find all the gay boys in town, kidnap them, and ruin their lives, for being gay.”

“Well,” my brother remembered his line. “How did he know they were gay, and not bisexual, bi-curious, or maybe they just got boners because they liked to be tied up.”

“Yeah,” Warren said, “You know, there’s more than just 2 kinds of boys, you know?” I shook my head, pretending so they’d go on. “We’re supposed to all be straight, and dominant.”

“What’s dominant?” I shook my head, playing dumb.

“Well, that means you like to call the shots, and order people around, but what they don’t tell you about that is, if you tie someone up, that means you have to do all the work.”

“How would you know, Warry.”

“Uh, because my girlfriend likes to tie me up, and also get tied up. It’s not like I’m pussy whipped or anything, but we can’t both be tied up, at the same time. Then, nothing would happen, and we had to call somebody to untie us.”

“You mean this really happened?”

“Yeah, we tried that, since we both liked being tied up, and she looks so sexy, especially with the ropes tight under her tits, so they stick up.”

“Why didn’t you tell anybody about this?” My brother knew, because he did. He told him all about his tied up sex games, with his girlfriend, because he didn’t know who else to call, when they got stuck.

He told me, though. Even though he wasn’t supposed to, and I tried asking Becky about it, but she wouldn’t talk to me. At all, because she’s in 6th grade, and some 6th grade girls are like that. They don’t want to talk to little girls any more, I guess because they got their periods, and wearing bras, and started shaving their legs.

Kinda like how boys stop playing Pirates in the playhouse, and started using it to hide their stash of nudie mags, but not for circle jerks. Never for circle jerks, they just knew that they could stop bye, any time. Sneak in the back door, because that’s what it had a back door for. So they could sneak in, without being seen from the house.

However, they just didn’t say anything about, the bisexual boys, and bondage ones. Nothing gay, or too gay mind you, but some pretty rough stuff, and group sex. S&M, some times the girl was tied up, and some times it was a boy, to watch his wife get fucked, and that’s called a cuckhold. The tied up man is called that, I don’t know what you call the other man, she cheats on you with, but Warren had to break up with Becky, because she wanted him to do that.

For some reason, he drew the line at her tying him up, and fucking other boys while he watched. I don’t know, and I don’t care, but he’s single now, he’s horny, and best of all, I know that he got magazines like that Bi Tied Teens, because he liked bondage, a lot.

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Brody (Alias)

I guess our plan worked, but it was easy enough to figure out. First, the minor mystery of who brought the Bi Tied Teens magazine, already sticky with thumb prints in the corners.

Nobody wanted to talk about it, that was just the kind of thing you buried in the bottom, so you didn’t have to look past it to get to the ones that you want. So, it just kind of sat there, untouched, except for the few times I got bored, and took a look at it.

I kinda have to think that he maybe put it there to see if anyone else was bi-curious, or might be interested in tying him up. Being tied up, so he looked like that. Maybe I was the only one, and maybe not. I always put it right back on the bottom, after I was done jerking off, so maybe anyone else that looked did the same thing.

I don’t know, but then at least I found out that it was Warren. He didn’t even tell anyone that he had a girlfriend, until they got stuck. Both tied up, and barely able to knock the phone off the hook, and type in my number, with their hands behind their backs. Funny how they were both able to tie each other’s hands behind their backs, but then the knots got too tight to pull apart, even with their teeth.

Bye the time I got there, Warren was already soft. I didn’t see any spooge, but he didn’t want to talk about it, so I didn’t ask. I just grabbed a pair of scissors to cut them off, careful not to cut them, and even said “Next time keep a pair of scissors handy,” and left.

It got me thinking about it, though. I hate to admit that I was scared to try it, myself. All by myself, with a mirror to see if I looked like that tied up. I just held my hands behind me, with bungee chords around my arms, so I could unhook them like a bra strap, but I never had the balls to try it with my hands tied, for real.

That’s what it’s all about for me. It just looks sexy, especially when I saw myself, tied up like Brody, sideways on the bed. With Becky sideways with her back to him, and the phone off to one side from calling me.

I tried not to laugh, because it was embarrassing, but also so sexy, it was easier just to imagine myself, tied up with my girlfriend, when I got one. So then, a long story short, I asked Wendy (Not her real name either) what kinds of porn girls look at.

She didn’t know, which I should have realized, being in 4th grade, most of her girl friends weren’t into dirty pictures either. She still helped a lot, when she said she likes Stories even better, and we wrote a pretty good one for Halloween. Since it’s traditional to tell scary stories, the idea was to tell a sexy one, but say it was supposed to be scary, when really it’s not.

Not at all, at least not if you’re into that sort of thing. Okay, maybe not being murdered by a Serial Killer like John Wayne Gacy. Of course, that was the story we based it on, only leaving out the part about being a clown, and making it Halloween instead.

Our plan worked, but I have to admit that Wendy did most of the writing. She’s pretty good at that, while I think I’d rather take pictures. Or pose for them, tied up for some bisexual cuckhold magazine like Bi Tied Teens.

The point was to get the boys to talk about sex, sex fantasies, and stop trying to hide it, when the secret’s out. Especially since Warren came out, and started talking about Bondage, with Becky. The other boys started talking about maybe getting to fuck her, while he watched. Tied up, and he was too scared to tell them that’s why they broke up.

Well, that and the close call, they both got scared, and ever since I had to come help them get out of it, it’s been weird between us. I talked to Becky about it, and she said that he broke up with her, because he didn’t want to be the cuck. (That’s short for Cuckhold.) She left something out, I could tell she was holding back, but then she just hung up, and wouldn’t answer her phone when I tried to call back.

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“Warren” (Alias. They’re all aware of needing to change the names, but aren’t very creative at coming up with them, nor even keeping them straight from narrator to narrator.)

“I’m gonna go.” I picked up my candy, and reached for the Secret Door. Sitting on ye olde treasure chest, from back when this was a pretend castle we put up. Right up against the fence, so you could sneak in and out through the alleyway, but Gwen got up, and opened up the door to the yard.

“Yeah, me too.” She looked right at my crotch, and I regretted dressing up as a Rock Star, because these leopard skin tights were too tight. I pulled out the crotch, and shook my package around, so my dick didn’t stick to my balls with sweat.

She didn’t even turn around, or look back. Just walked around the corner of the house to the gate.

I didn’t want to talk about what happened, but not talking about it only made it worse. “Huh, Gwen?”

“Yeah?” She held the gate, so I reached up, and pulled it shut.

“Uh, you’re a good listener, you know? And that story you told, about the serial killer.”

“Oh, he’s not a serial killer.”

“So, that’s a true story?”

“No, me and my brother made it up, but we based it on a real serial killer. You know, John Wayne Gacy?”

I nodded, and took a deep breath. “Well,” it was so close to what actually happened. “Wait, he’s a Serial killer, and you said that only one boy got away.”

“Well, only one boy Told anyone, because he wasn’t gay. The other boys didn’t want to tell anyone, because they were gay, and they didn’t want anyone else to know about it.” She looked down again. “You’re not turned on by this at all?”

“No, uh!” I turned away, and took another deep breath. “Huh, well you’re a girl, right?”

“Last time I checked.”

“Well, maybe you can help me figure out, why a girl might want to do, something like that.”

“Well, you know how boys are like control freaks. Especially when it comes to girls, they want to make all the moves, buy you drinks to get you drunk.”

“Snh!” I wiped my cheek.

“He didn’t get you drunk, did he?”

“No, she. Uh! God, I. It’s not like I don’t want to, tell anyone. I know I should, and somebody should do something to stop them from doing it again, and again, but, I just don’t know how.”

“Oh, why don’t we go inside? Mom, and dad know you’re here, so you can just say you need to use the bathroom, and I’ll come in the front, so you can meet me in my room, where we can talk.”

“Okay.” Good plan, and you know what? She never let on just how smart she really was. I bet she makes good grades too, but most girls when they’re that smart, they try to show it off, and make you feel stupid by comparison.

Maybe that’s what it’s all about, she started telling me how pushy, bossy, and dominant boys are. To girls, so maybe Becky just wanted to see how it felt. To call the shots, give me orders to obey, and make me do.

Gay stuff. “Hhuh!” I did have to take a piss, but I could have gone in the yard, or the alleyway if I went out the back. Instead, I flushed the toilet, and washed my hands. Like some obsessive compulsive, when it never bothered me to touch my dick before. Either to take a piss, or whack off, but she’s waiting for me, and I don’t know what to tell her, and I have to tell someone, and maybe she’s even smart enough to figure out what we can do, to stop them.

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Wendyl (Gm CD)

“Huh!” I had time to get undressed, then more time to put some pants on. He took so long, because he was scared, and nervous, but I put my hair up, and a hat on.

Just in case he’d rather talk to me, if I looked more like a boy, when the opposite was true. He didn’t want to talk to the boys, even my brother, because of the homo stuff.

I just got lucky that the parts I guessed right were close enough to what really happened. Becky, it turns out, was the bad guy. Well, not just the bad guy, also not really a guy at all, but.

Okay, let me go back. She came onto him, and sure enough, she’s the one that got him into Bondage porn. He wanted to see pictures of girls tied up, because she offered to show him pictures of girls tied up, and she wanted to make sure he was into it, but the only reason she let him tie her up in the first place is so she could turn it around, and say “It’s only fair.”

“Or fair’s fair,” either way it means the same thing. I let you tie me up, and fuck me, so why don’t you let me tie you up, and see how you like it?

“It sounds to me like she wants to do the whole cuckhold thing.” I guessed, “I don’t know, I don’t even know her or any of her friends, but.” I pulled my hat off, and shook out my hair. “Huh, I guess that explains why she went out with you, and didn’t tell you that she had a boyfriend, all ready.”

“Really, Oh.” He put his head down on his hand, and shook it. “Of course, how could I be so stupid.”

“Your not.” I’d seen her with her boyfriend, and she never stopped going out with him, for one second. “Well, maybe her boyfriend is, the one that’s really into it, and he just wanted to see her tie you up. Make you watch them fucking, then left you both tied up, so you had to call Brad.”

He nodded, and looked up. “Huh, he didn’t, just do that.”

“Do what? I mean, what else?”

“Hhuh, it’s gay. I mean, probably bisexual, but. It made me feel gay, and I didn’t want to, but you know the boys, in the basement?”

“In the story?”

“Yeah, how did you know that, they’d all have hardons, tied up like that?”

“I didn’t but you mean, that. When you, and Becky were tied up, it turned you on?”

“I couldn’t help it, I even tried to think about something else. Anything else, the least sexy things I could imagine, and most of that was, you know.”

I shook my head.

“Fat hairy asses, and. Sodomy, and gay stuff, but the grossest homo stuff. Nothing worked.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you about that,” but it was still curled up, and shrunken in that tight crotch. He took off the frizzy curly blond wig, like that singer from whatever band he was supposed to be. I don’t know, Poison Warrant, Nelson, I don’t really listen to hard rock anyway.

“Huh, he just, molested me, but I couldn’t hold back.”

“So he touched you.”

“Tied up,” he nodded, “He, uh.” He looked away, and shook his head, but didn’t bite his lip. “Huh, he jerked me off. I guess, but both of them kept talking like. HhuhHhuh!” He shook all over. “Like I was gay, for liking it, and talking about making me suck him hard again, or butt fucking me, and asking me if I’d like it?”

“Wow, that’s fucked up, but they didn’t try to make you do any of that.”

“Huh, no. He just beat me off, and he made me eat it, too. Out of the palm of his hand, and I wanted to. I don’t know why, but I really wanted it. Too, not just slurp up my semen, but also suck him hard, and maybe even take it up the butt if he wanted to bend me over, and make me.”

“Well, you did just have an orgasm, so. You know how boys can’t say I love you until you put out?” He shook his head. “Huh, I guess not, but from what I hear. I’m a virgin, but I have friends, and we talk. The best way to get a boy to say I love you, when they don’t want to, is to ask them right after sex. It makes them more willing to please you.”

“Huh, yeah.” He looked up, and took another sigh of relief. “I was afraid that he was trying to make me gay, and it almost worked, but you’re right. I never wanted to do that again, after we got out of it. But then Becky stopped calling me, and she told me to stop calling her, or she’d tell the cops that I was stalking her, and what’s it feel like to have a broken heart?”

“Well, I don’t know, but she tricked you. Tied you up, took your virginity, made you watch her have sex with her boyfriend, then let him molest you when you didn’t want it. Then made you feel gay so you wouldn’t tell anyone, I guess.”

“Well, I didn’t at first, but then I enjoyed it.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t count. You said No, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s not like he raped me.”

“No, but he did molest you, and whenever a girl gets molested by a man, she never even thinks well at least he didn’t rape me.”

“Huh, you’re right, I’m just not used to playing the victim, but what are we going to do about it?”

“You don’t want to call the cops.” I guessed, he would have by now.

“No, but maybe if you made an anonymous tip, at least that might get her away from him.”

“Only if you tell me who he is.”

“Her dad.”

“Om!” I just covered my mouth, and shook my head. “My god. No wonder she’s so fucked up.”

Yeah, I change my mind. It’s not her fault, it’s her dad’s for making her seduce boys, with bisexual bondage mags, and talk them into letting her tie them up, so her own father can molest them, and fuck her in front of them?

“Uh ghuh!” I grabbed the trashcan, and threw up a bellyfull of Halloween candy. “Don’t, just. Back up, and. Don’t touch anything, if you’re allergic to peanuts.”

“Yeah,” he backed up, and held his breath. Feeling for the door, he left.

“Huh!” Well, that didn’t go as planned. So, I’m going to have to come up with an even better plan.

Me, and Brad, and Warren if he wants to help…

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