ohne_id
12-10-2009, 01:56 PM
Me and a friend are working on a story that includes both the English and German languages. Here is part 1...
Chapter 1
The Party – Ben
“Ben, Miles, the guests are going to be here soon, get off the Xbox and come down here.” My mother shouted up to me and Miles, my friend.
I sniggered. We weren’t playing on the Xbox, or at least Miles wasn’t, I was. Miles was doing what he done best.. giving head. To me. He is one of the few of my friends who is a closeted homosexual, and feels that the rest of my friends will hate him because he is gay. I am a semi-open bisexual. My friends know, but that is all.
Miles finished off, with me out of breath, and stood up, looking pleased with himself.
“Come on, we better hurry, before we are caught” Miles said to me.
I followed the boy out of the room and down stairs, to where my party was being held. I was officially 14 years of age today. No one knew of Dylan Knebel and Frederik Lüftmacher. They attended, sat in the background. My mother had made me a large birthday cake. As soon as I made my wish, that my submissive would come to me, I blew the candles out. As I did, Knebel drew a gun, first on me, but then on Miles. I cowered, fearing more for Miles than for myself. I saw Frederik stand for a second, before running with a backpack, and Knebel chased him. I looked at my friend who was talking to himself, in a foreign language I recognised as German.
“Wie hätte er wissen können, ich hatte doch meinen Namen geändert, mein Aussehen. Es sei denn ... Frederik muss es ihm gesagt haben, aber wenn ja, warum jagte Knebel? Warum führte er nicht?” Miles said. He looked at me and ran. Was it my fault?
I thought long and hard that night. I was causing too much trouble. I had to go. I packed enough clothes for a week, and the spare blanket from my room, and left. I told my mother where I was, and that there was nothing she could say or do to get me back. I had left as a happy person, and may return one day.
Halfway to the train station, I noticed a farmiliar green jacket, belonging to Miles. When he saw me, he froze, staring into my eyes, then stood.
“I am sorry for earlier” He said to me, shaking in the chill of the winters eve.
“No need for apologies Miles, I just want to know.. who were those guys?” I responded, pulling him close to me, and sliding my hands to his limp penis.
“T-They work for my father, in Germany. They are slave hunters. My brother, Tomas, is a slave, but as father couldn’t find him, he sent me after him. The man who pulled the gun on me was Knebel. He is one of fathers “collectors”. If he has been sent after me, father must think I have failed, and therefore will sell me as a slave.. but I feel I haven’t failed.. not yet.” He replied.
I finished massaging his legs and groin area, and stood back up. I showed him two £50 notes, and enough money to change into Euro’s. We were going to Germany. Tomas never left the country.
Chapter 1
The Party – Ben
“Ben, Miles, the guests are going to be here soon, get off the Xbox and come down here.” My mother shouted up to me and Miles, my friend.
I sniggered. We weren’t playing on the Xbox, or at least Miles wasn’t, I was. Miles was doing what he done best.. giving head. To me. He is one of the few of my friends who is a closeted homosexual, and feels that the rest of my friends will hate him because he is gay. I am a semi-open bisexual. My friends know, but that is all.
Miles finished off, with me out of breath, and stood up, looking pleased with himself.
“Come on, we better hurry, before we are caught” Miles said to me.
I followed the boy out of the room and down stairs, to where my party was being held. I was officially 14 years of age today. No one knew of Dylan Knebel and Frederik Lüftmacher. They attended, sat in the background. My mother had made me a large birthday cake. As soon as I made my wish, that my submissive would come to me, I blew the candles out. As I did, Knebel drew a gun, first on me, but then on Miles. I cowered, fearing more for Miles than for myself. I saw Frederik stand for a second, before running with a backpack, and Knebel chased him. I looked at my friend who was talking to himself, in a foreign language I recognised as German.
“Wie hätte er wissen können, ich hatte doch meinen Namen geändert, mein Aussehen. Es sei denn ... Frederik muss es ihm gesagt haben, aber wenn ja, warum jagte Knebel? Warum führte er nicht?” Miles said. He looked at me and ran. Was it my fault?
I thought long and hard that night. I was causing too much trouble. I had to go. I packed enough clothes for a week, and the spare blanket from my room, and left. I told my mother where I was, and that there was nothing she could say or do to get me back. I had left as a happy person, and may return one day.
Halfway to the train station, I noticed a farmiliar green jacket, belonging to Miles. When he saw me, he froze, staring into my eyes, then stood.
“I am sorry for earlier” He said to me, shaking in the chill of the winters eve.
“No need for apologies Miles, I just want to know.. who were those guys?” I responded, pulling him close to me, and sliding my hands to his limp penis.
“T-They work for my father, in Germany. They are slave hunters. My brother, Tomas, is a slave, but as father couldn’t find him, he sent me after him. The man who pulled the gun on me was Knebel. He is one of fathers “collectors”. If he has been sent after me, father must think I have failed, and therefore will sell me as a slave.. but I feel I haven’t failed.. not yet.” He replied.
I finished massaging his legs and groin area, and stood back up. I showed him two £50 notes, and enough money to change into Euro’s. We were going to Germany. Tomas never left the country.