It was a scorching hot summer’s day in suburban Australia, and 14 year old Jordan was enjoying a leisurely morning at home. It had been a year since his older brother had been forced to move out of home, and Jordan was enjoying the relative freedom that came with being the only kid in the house.
However, his parents had been worried that now he spent so much time at home alone he might be missing out on a good brotherly influence. They’d decided to hire a tutor to help Jordan stay on track academically over the summer, an idea that Jordan detested – not only was he already an excellent student, the last thing he needed was some new male douchebag hanging around after he’d so successfully vanquished the last two.
Cameron wasn’t exactly your regular tutor, his rugged and quite masculine persona really set him apart from the eggheads that normally took these kinds of jobs. Jordan’s dad had really taken a shine to him when they met at the tutoring agency, and felt that another strong, male influence would be good for Jordan’s character development. Jordan’s parents also decided it would be best for Jordan to get to hang-out undisturbed with his new tutor so that things didn’t feel too stuffy, so they’d decided to take in a movie at the local cinema while the boys studied.
Following instruction to keep things nice and casual, Cameron hadn’t made much of an effort to dress up. He was wearing a pair of thin football shorts over some grey boxers, a pair of sneakers and a plain black tank top that showed off his lean but muscular frame.
19 year-old Cameron was a bit of an interesting character. He’d had a pretty rough life and had spent a lot of his youth in and out of juvie. After getting out about 18 months ago following a stint for burglary, he’d made a concerted effort to start fresh. He’d dedicated himself to studying through his last year of High School and had gotten into an engineering degree.
He’d also recently joined a local football club, but his lack of income meant he’d been unable to head out drinking with the boys on weekends. While it was difficult for him to pick-up a regular job, he’d gotten lucky when a local tutoring service took a chance on him, having been so impressed by the way he had turned his life around.
Cameron had been so excited about his new gig, and he couldn’t help but boast to his mates about it. One of them had done some work for the same tutoring agency in the past and gave him loads of useful tips and tricks to help make the job easier and emphasised the importance of asserting authority early on – especially with the smartest kids, they always thought they knew better and if you didn’t make it clear who was in charge from the beginning, they’d walk all over you.
Cameron had taken the advice seriously, and having been forewarned that his first client was already a bit of a know-it-all he had decided to mark his territory by deliberately rocking up to the job late. He wanted to make it clear to Jordan that this thing was gonna run on his schedule and not the other way around.
In fact, he’d decided to kill time in a park near Jordan’s house by swiping through profiles on his various dating apps. Despite being in almost every other sense a man’s man, Cameron’s frequent periods of incarceration in his youth had been disruptive to his sexual exploration and as a typical, perpetually horny 19-year-old male he was keen to play catch-up. Finding no quick luck on the apps, he decided to text a hot barista he’d chatted up a couple of days earlier.
He sat in the sun, his balls slowly cooking in the heat while he awaited a reply, though his dick continued to stir hopefully. But when 1pm came, he decided he ought to finally make his way around the corner to his client’s house for his 12.45 appointment. With a sigh he shoved his phone back in his pocket and started walking down the street, his brain still working overtime trying to figure out a way to get lucky later on.
Sauntering up the driveway to the large two-storey suburban home Cameron couldn’t help but be impressed. An intrusive thought prompted him to think of how much loot must be in a house that size, but he quickly shook his head and snapped out of it, after all he’d left that life behind.
With a smile he walked up to the front door and gave it a firm knock. Jordan was already waiting by the door, unimpressed at his new tutor’s lateness. He eyed him suspiciously through the peephole as the 19 year-old fixed his hair in the reflection of the living room window. Cameron was unaware he was being eyed up and down from behind the door; Jordan was frankly hesitant to open it – he didn’t look much like a tutor. ‘I mean what kind of tutor had tattoos, and who would wear a tank top to a job?’ He thought. Impatiently, Cameron knocked on the door again.
“Hello, anybody home?” He called out.
Jordan hesitantly cracked open the door, the chain preventing it from opening fully.
“Who’s there?”
“Hey buddy, I’m Cameron, your new tutor – you must be Jordan?” Cameron asked, smiling.
Jordan paused, clearly disapproving.
“Gonna let me in, kid? It’s boiling out here?” Cameron followed up, the sweat dripping from his forehead. Out of view of Jordan, he reached down to adjust his nuts which by this point were just as sweaty as the rest of his body.
Jordan sighed and unlocked the chain from the door letting Cameron inside the air-conditioned home.
“Hey dude, good to be here. You ready to get started?” Cameron asked, offering a high five with the hand he’d just used for his downstairs rearrangement.
“Hi Cameron, it’s nice to meet you, I normally study at the breakfast table in the kitchen which is just through here.” Jordan responded with forced politeness, pointedly turning his back to the offered high-five.
Cameron awkwardly lowered his hand while peering around at his surroundings. ‘Damn, a separate table for breakfast’ he thought ‘must be a pretty fancy house’.
Though Jordan’s home was nothing out of the ordinary for a suburban middle-class family in this neck of the woods, it was far beyond anything Cameron had stepped into before in his underprivileged youth. Intrusive thoughts slowly sunk back in as he saw the size of the TV in the living room that they passed, but again he suppressed the thought determined to make an honest living.
As the pair reached the kitchen table, Cameron slumped down in a chair and started going through his backpack looking for the right textbook. He started emptying the contents onto the table as he rummaged through the bag; at first it was just normal stuff – wallet, keys etc. but Jordan gasped when he saw Cameron place down a large hunting knife and a thick rope.
“Umm… is that what I think it is?” Jordan asked startled
“Oh yeah! Picked this up the other day. Me and the boys are going camping this weekend and there was a sale on so I got this pretty cheap – pretty sick huh?”
“Yeah, it’s uh, certainly something.” Jordan replied “And what are you doing with such a big rope?”
“You need rope to make traps, little bro” he replied.
Jordan just nodded “So, can I offer you anything, water perhaps?”
“You know bud” Cameron sighed, finally finding the right textbook and stuffing the rest of the belongings back into his bag. “I had a really bad sleep last night cause of all the heat, your parents don’t have any coffee lying around do they?”
“Yeah they do, but that will take a while to make and seeing as you were late we should probably get studying-” Jordan was in the middle of speaking when Cameron was abruptly distracted by a ding from his phone, it was the hot barista texting back.
“So, it’s biology today huh” Cameron asked, his eyes darting to the screen.
“Um, yes I thought you would know the subject you were here to-”
“Yeah biology” Cameron interrupted “biology’s the best little man, just wait til you get older” Cameron said smirking as he remained glued to his phone.
“You know what, I’ll get you that coffee” Jordan offered.
Within a minute he was back from the kitchen and placed the fresh coffee down in front of Cameron. He couldn’t help but be curious as to what was distracting the older boy so much on his phone. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he peered over Cameron’s muscular shoulder, and he was disgusted by the messages he saw.
“Ah” he sighed, taking a sip of his coffee “thanks bro, you’re the best.”
“But, a little tip – you probably couldn’t have made that hotter if you tried” he said, laughing and reaching over to ruffle Jordan’s hair. “But thanks for trying though.”
“You’re welcome” Jordan responded through gritted teeth as Cameron messed up his perfectly good hair – one of his pet peeves.
A loud grumble suddenly erupted from Cameron’s stomach and the older boy clutched at his abs.
“Oooft, guess I shouldn’t have skipped lunch ay?” he said as he gingerly bit his lip knowing fine well he’d spent the money he should have used to buy lunch on a pack of condoms for tonight. Cameron looked hopefully towards the kitchen. He was torn between his obvious hunger and his desire not to push his luck too far. In the end hunger won out.
“Hey, look, how about this as a deal? If you do me a plate of fried eggs for lunch, I’ll give you a whole extra hour of tutoring for free.” Cameron asked optimistically hoping some protein would keep him going.
Jordan’s fists clenched under the table. ‘An extra HOUR with this guy?’ he thought to himself ‘These six minutes have been too much already.’
At that very moment an unfortunate sudden itch arose in Cameron’s nuts that had grown irritated and sweaty from his time spent outside in the scorching heat. Without thinking, he began openly scratching them through his shorts, a relaxed look taking over his face as his hand dug in nice and deep into his crotch. Having spent so much time in juvie with a bunch of ill-mannered teenage boys, Cameron was prone to forgetting there were some things you weren’t meant to do so openly in polite society.
A disgusted frown from Jordan abruptly awoke from his nut-scratching aze, and when his brain computed what he had done wrong he quickly pulled his hand away. He smiled awkwardly hoping Jordan hadn’t been offended. Unfortunately for him, it had drawn Jordan’s attention to his crotch, his student’s eyes now darting between both Cameron’s flimsy shorts and the cup of ‘too hot’ coffee on the table. Jordan grinned as he conjured up a wicked idea.
“Well, of course you can’t tutor if you’re hungry bro. Let me just get those eggs for you.” Jordan offered, still smiling sweetly. As he stood up, he placed his hands on the table and looked into Cameron’s eyes with a smirk. “Maybe you can read my notes in the meantime” he said, shoving his notebook across the table directly towards his tutor.
The notebook collided at speed with the coffee mug on the table and sent it hurtling over the edge landing in a big steaming heap on Cameron’s lap.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! FUCK!” Cameron yelled, screaming bloody murder as he leapt out of his chair.
Jordan played the part perfectly, raising his hands to his mouth as if in shock while in fact they were covering up his huge grin.
Cameron immediately ripped off his thin football shorts and stood in shock as a giant, steaming, soaking stain spread across the front of his grey boxers.
“OOOOHHHH!!! SHIT!!!!!! MY FUCKING NUTS!” He bellowed as he started frantically jumping around the dining area in excruciating pain, ripping off his boxers letting his shrivelled, boiled cock and reddened sack flop out.
“Oh my goodness! I am so sorry Cameron, that was a complete accident” Jordan said facetiously as he walked rather casually to grab a kitchen towel.
“GET SOME MILK! FUCK! THIS HURTS SO BAD!” Cameron screamed trying to cup his balls but finding them too hot to touch with his bare hands.
He watched incredulously as Jordan walked slowly toward the kitchen, even stopping to check the calendar on the wall. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!? HELP! THIS SHIT BURNS!” Cameron screamed, frantically ripping off his tank top to give himself at least some way of cupping his badly scorched manhood, revealing his ripped upper body as he did so.
Jordan slightly increased the pace as he caught a glimpse of the now naked Cameron on the edge of bawling as the pain was clearly getting to him. He recognised the sport-fortified features of the young man, the emerging six-pack, the chiselled pecs and defined arms – he reminded him a bit of his older brother Mark in that way.
When he finally returned with the kitchen towel, Jordan was quick to jump into action and began roughly wiping, patting and squeezing Cameron’s bright red genitals causing Cameron to drop his tank top to the ground as a new wave of pain washed over him.
“AHHH! Fuck, a little gentler bud” he moaned.
Jordan just smirked as he grabbed a handful of Cameron’s shrinking cock through the towel and roughly ranked it down.
“AWWWWWHHHH! Careful!!” Cameron screamed, his face going beet red both from the pain and the embarrassment.
Jordan continued his assault on Cameron’s manhood, furiously patting his nuts with the towel and making absolutely no effort to treat his injured gonads as anything other than useless objects that just needed to be dried.
“DUDE! STOP! YOU’RE HURTING ME!” Cameron yelled, grabbing Jordan by the wrist and temporarily stopping the little maniac from inflicting any more pain.
“Look, look, I’m sorry – I know you’re trying to help, but I am in a lot of pain right now, and I just need you to get some milk, can you please do that for me?”
“Ok, I’ll get you milk” Jordan smiled, returning to the kitchen and dropping the tea towel.
Cameron began walking around in circles, breathing deeply and wincing with every step at the pain radiating from his crotch.
Jordan returned from the kitchen, holding a mug of steaming hot milk that he had used to make the coffee. Smirking, he ran up to Cameron shouting “here you go!” as he splashed the contents all over his already battered junk.
“AAHHHHHHHH!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Cameron squealed in utter anguish, his mouth dropping and his eyes crossing.
He blinked, his mind finally piecing together that this had been no accident.
“WHAT. THE FUCK. YOU LITTLE SHIT – THAT WAS ON PURPOSE!!!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, the room vibrating from the screaming.
Jordan gulped, it was clear he had now gotten Cameron seriously angry.
With an enraged warrior scream, Cameron lunged at Jordan hoping to pin him against the breakfast table. Panic briefly set in to Jordan’s eyes as he backed up against the table, but the feeling of the pointy corner of the table sticking into the small of his back gave him an idea.
He waited for Cameron to tackle him, but just a second before impact Jordan ducked down to the floor. He looked up as he saw Cameron’s lumbering body above him, his naked balls smashing right into the corner of the table, the sharp edge embedding itself deep into the meaty orbs of his sack.
“FUCKKKKKK!” the young man gasped, his eyes glassing over as became paralysed with pain. Seizing the opportunity to make a quick getaway, Jordan slid between the older boy’s muscular legs and stood up behind him.
One look at Cameron’s pitifully red and swollen ballsack was all it took for Jordan’s instincts to take over and without a second thought he sent his sneaker-clad foot sailing as hard as he could between the hobbled hunk’s legs.
*SMACK*
Jordan couldn’t help but smirk as he felt Cameron’s nuts flatten between the vamp of his sneakers and the underside of the hard table.
Cameron’s gym-fortified body shuddered as yet another wave of pain radiated out from his crushed ballsack. At first, all he could let out was a soft whimper; slowly, that turned into a guttural groan as his eyes betrayed his macho persona and started to water.
Finally, a rumbling roar rose from his chest and exploded out in a deafening scream of anguish as he toppled backwards from the table landing ass-first onto the hardwood floor. He continued to scream and shout as he writhed on the floor desperately trying to relieve the burning and crushing sensations on his severely battered and busted junk.
With tears welling in his eyes from his traumatic injuries Cameron checked thoroughly for signs of deformity or bruising. Despite a little noticeable swelling, nothing appeared out of the ordinary – but one thing was badly bruised, his ego.
Being an intentionally antagonistic kid, Jordan had stood himself only a few feet away and was openly laughing at the stricken stud’s humiliation.
The sound of laughter was driving Cameron insane, he was determined to teach this little fucker a lesson. With a burst of adrenaline and with testosterone pumping through his system he managed to find the strength to leap up from the floor (albeit wincing slightly as the slight swaying of his nuts sent another wave of pain up into his stomach). With an angry grunt he leapt at Jordan and tackled the younger teen to the floor, pinning his arms to his sides.
“YOU LITTLE FUCK!” Cameron yelled in his face. “You’re gonna fucking pay! I don’t even care if I lose this job now, your ass is mine!”
Jordan yelped, somewhat surprised at how quickly Cameron had regained his strength, but as the older teen continued with his threatening rant Jordan allowed his eyes to wander down Cameron’s chiselled and modestly tattooed body, his gaze settling on the shrivelled red dick and swollen, low-hanging balls that hang limply from his crotch.
Ready to settle the score, Cameron wound back his arm readying for a punch but hesitated for a brief second as he weighed up the repercussions of hitting a minor. Inadvertently, as he raised his arm he had also released one of Jordan’s arms from being pinned.
In that moment of contemplation, Cameron couldn’t help but notice Jordan’s eyes darting up and down his body.
With a raised eyebrow and a slight feeling of dread he blurted out “What you lookin’ at, huh!?”, a slight crack in his voice betraying the threatening image he was trying to convey.
It was all the time Jordan needed. “Oh, just these” he said with a coy smile as he shot his free hand fast as a bolt of lightning up between the older boy’s legs.
He grabbed on to Cameron’s already badly damaged right nut and clamped down on it like a vice.
In a moment of shock Cameron made the tactical error of releasing Jordan’s other hand as he tried to protect his crotch, but Jordan was too fast for him and within a split second his other hand had wrapped around Cameron’s equally vulnerable left nut and started squeezing down on it as hard as he could.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” Cameron screamed manically “FUCKKKKK!! STOPPPP!!!!”
Cameron’s upper body folded like a lawn chair and his arms fell either side of Jordan desperately trying to keep himself off the ground.
Cameron’s tattooed biceps started flexing and shaking uncontrollably as Jordan squeezed, twisted, yanked and pulled with all his might.
“AAAAGHHHHHH! STOPPPP! PLEASEEEE!!!” He screamed, blubbering as tears started to fall from his handsome face. His balls felt like they were going to cave any second.
“HELP!!!! HELP!!!” He screamed futilely, as if someone was going to rescue him from the clutches of his younger student.
Jordan just smiled as with a final brutal twist he yanked Cameron’s balls around their chords like he was wringing out a pair of swim trunks before letting go. With a quick slide back along the floor until his knee was perfectly positioned, Jordan grabbed Cameron’s muscled shoulders and slammed his kneecap right into his swollen, freshly twisted nutsack.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!” Cameron screamed before suddenly feeling himself being flipped over, despite his considerable size Jordan had no issue tipping the lumbering hunk onto his side as he made his escape.
“My balls…” Cameron croaked as he clutched his shattered pride and joy, lying on his side sputtering and coughing.
Jordan stared down at the fallen stud amused by the pitiful sight of him clutching his manhood and groaning on the floor. He couldn’t help but chuckle.
Cameron was fighting back more tears as he tried to gently massage his balls but he was knocked out of his pity party by more taunting from Jordan.
“C’mon dude, I’m just a kid aren’t I? What’s the matter, big guy?” He called out. “Oh come on, I can’t have hurt you that bad!”
Cameron looked at him with burning rage. He practically spat his words “Fuck. You. Kid.”
Then he got angry.
“WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU? HUH!? WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!?”
He had tried to use a surge of adrenalin to leap to his feet, but the pain was just too much. He rolled onto his back sucking in the air as he tried futilely to process the agony.
He did his best to regain composure, managing to sit up despite every muscle in his abs and pecs beginning him to lie back down as the pain from his groin still made its way across his nervous system.
Jordan pondered the question and replied in a deathly serious tone “don’t you ever ruffle my hair, I’m not your little brother. Oh, and even my older brother didn’t get away with that forever, there’s a reason he doesn’t live here anymore. You think you’re the big man finally earning a measly paycheck so you can go hang out with your bros and sleep with women, well guess what hotshot, I’m gonna make sure you never tutor again.”
Cameron blinked in confusion, what was this little psycho getting at?
“Anyway, I don’t care if you wanna give up now. I’m not done having fun with you yet. So get up, and let’s keep playing” said Jordan.
“Or else I guess I’m gonna have to tell my parents you attacked me, and I don’t think the courts would look too favourably on you given your prior record.” Jordan continued coldly.
Cameron sat there staring down at his quivering nutsack. His mind was racing as he struggled to comprehend that not only was he in a fight with a 14-year-old, he was losing. How could that be?? He was a fucking stud, he was 5 years older, about twice the size of the little twerp. He was one of the toughest guys on the university’s football team. He went to the gym basically every day - he had biceps practically the size of the kid’s head! Fuck, in juvie he used to take on 2-3 other guys at a time in a brawl and win. What the fuck was wrong with him, he was the fucking man! He needed to teach this kid a lesson. The surge of adrenalin he’d been waiting for was finally here.
Seeing Cameron pondering wordlessly, his face growing angrier, Jordan forced a smile and shifted his demeanour to faux-friendly “Now come on you big dummy, catch me if you can!” he taunted before running off towards the kitchen.
“YOU DON’T WANNA FUCKING MESS WITH ME KID!” Cameron yelled “DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FIGHTS I WON IN JUVIE!? I’LL FUCK YOU UP!”
With a groan Cameron slowly hauled himself to his feet. Jordan meanwhile ran up the stairs after briefly stopping by the kitchen to grab a frying pan from the hook. He stomped loudly as he went up the stairs to make it obvious where he had gone.
Stumbling slowly, hobbling on his leg trying his best not to hurt his balls, Cameron followed hearing a bedroom door slam. As he reached the top of the stairs he yelled out “There’s nowhere to hide kid, I’m gonna fucking end you!”
He followed the sound of Jordan’s menacing laughter to the door of his parents’ master bedroom. From behind the door Cameron could hear some kind of clicking noise. Deciding it might be easier to lure the kid out than break down the door, he decided to play nice.
“Look kid- I’ll leave you alone, just you gotta promise not to tell your parents about this ok?”
He knocked on the door “Look bud, just come out ok?” in a tone of forced friendliness.
“Promise you won’t hurt me?” Jordan asked back innocently.
“I cross my heart and hope to die buddy”
“I don’t believe you, I’m scared.” Came the reply.
“If you really mean it, come in here with your hands up.” Jordan continued.
“Ok, ok man I’ll do it your way” Cameron agreed, carefully opening the bedroom door and gingerly stepping inside with his hands behind his head all the while ignoring the macho voice in his head telling him to just man up and beat the shit out of the kid. He knew if he wanted the chance, he’d need to catch Jordan off guard.
“Ok kid you win, I give up…” Cameron had started a fake-surrender speech, certain in the knowledge he was finally gonna get his revenge. The kid was trapped alone in a bedroom, what could he possibly do to harm him now? Cameron smirked as he stepped into the room, before abruptly stopping as soon as he realised what he’d walked into.
In the middle of the room, Jordan was down on one knee. Cameron’s eyes widened as he saw what he was holding, his smirk quickly fading.
“No.. no, wait…” he stammered.
*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*
The sound of the full contents of an Airsoft gun being unloaded echoed throughout the room.
Cameron’s mouth dropped open as he felt every single one of the pellets smash brutally into his unprotected naked crotch. Nothing was spared, left nut, right nut, dick, it all got fired at in rapid succession.
Cameron’s eyes crossed comically and his knees buckled. His voice cracked but no sound came out, just a long drawn-out exhale. He was in so much pain he couldn’t even scream, eventually just letting out a strained, high-pitched “ow”.
Jordan dropped the Airsoft gun and grabbed the frying pan that he’d laid down next to him on the bed. He looked deeply into Cameron’s eyes without an ounce of sympathy.
“I’m really sorry. I know you wanted fried eggs for lunch, but I’m fresh out, all I can offer you is-“
He swung the frying pan
“SCRAMBLED EGGS!”
“no” Cameron squeaked
*BAM!* *SPLAT!*
The pan collided full force with his boiled, stomped, twisted, kicked, yanked, crushed, squeezed balls, and flattened them.
Suddenly he found his voice “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” He screamed out louder than ever before in his young life.
His hands dived down clutching his balls as his legs completely buckled sending him collapsing to his knees.
“FUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!”
Jordan just laughed as he again swung the frying pan back, this time bringing it down to whack his screaming tutor in the back of the head.
Cameron saw stars and started to sway. All it took was a gentle tap on the shoulder with one of Jordan’s fingers to send him crashing to the floor like a fallen giant. He lay there motionless, knocked out cold.
Jordan took a second to admire his handiwork. He couldn’t believe this big muscled up uni student was lying knocked out naked on the floor, and it was all because of him! To be honest he scared himself a little sometimes…
He checked his watch – nearly 90 minutes before his parents would be home. He wasted no time setting the scene.
He quickly cleaned up his parents room before heading downstairs to throw Cameron’s shorts and boxers for a quick spin in the dryer, noting the need to eliminate any evidence of the boiling coffee attack. He reset the kitchen and cleaned up any signs of a struggle before grabbing his discarded tank top and heading back upstairs.
Reaching over the knocked out stud, he reached into his mother’s jewellery drawer and handling the contents only with Cameron’s tank top (to avoid transferring any fingerprints), gently placed them all wrapped up in a neat little bundle into Cameron’s backpack.
He returned later to ever so slightly drag Cameron towards the open door of his parent’s closet, inadvertently causing even more damage to the 19 year-old’s junk with a dose of carpet burn. The closet was an important part of the setup because that’s where Jordan’s parents kept their safe high up on a top shelf. The closet was next to one of their windows and after hammering a nail from his dad’s toolbox into the windowpane he set up the scene perfectly. He grabbed Cameron’s now dry shorts and boxers, ripped them down the side and hung them from the nail, he toppled over a chair and positioned Cameron in exactly the right spot.
His final step involved returning to his own room, knocking a few things over and then tying himself to a chair using the rope from Cameron’s backpack. Moments later his parents returned and Jordan began screaming for help.
Within minutes the police had arrived on the scene, and it was very obvious to the responding officers what had happened. Clearly Cameron had tied the kid to a chair and went to rob the parents’ room. He’d obviously removed his tank top to handle the jewellery, so he didn’t get prints on them before stuffing them into his bag. Unfortunately for him, when he hopped on a chair to try and reach their safe a loose nail had snagged his shorts and sent him crashing to the ground, depantsing him at the same time. He must have landed at an awkward angle and been knocked out on impact.
The lead responding officer was bitterly disappointed though, because he recognised Cameron from his juvie days. “Oh Cameron, I knew this wouldn’t take long” he sighed as he picked up the groggy lad by his underarms as he slowly came to.
Another officer was going through his backpack collecting evidence and gestured to the large hunting knife.
“Fuck me Cameron, really!?” the officer grumbled “what the hell were you thinking bringing one of these to a robbery, that’s gonna add 10 years to the sentence!”
“Wait… what… what’s going on” Cameron croaked, slowly waking up as he felt something cold and metallic slide over his wrists.
“Come on, let’s get a move on” the officer barked as he hauled Cameron to his feet, the handcuffs clicking closed behind him.
“Wait.. wait, no. I didn’t do anything” Cameron protested, slurring his words.
“Yeah, yeah, just like the time before and the time before that” the officer replied as he marched Cameron down the stairs and out the front door of the house.
“No! I’m serious! I didn’t do anything!” Cameron yelled, now starting to fully comprehend what was going on.
“Hey! Stop! No, no, please sir, I can’t go back to juvie!” He continued.
The officer laughed “You’re not going back to juvie mate, you’re 19 now. You’re going to jail!”
From across the street where other officers were taking his parents’ statements Jordan smiled wickedly as he overheard the conversation unfolding by the waiting police car and saw the dawning realisation and the utter panic setting in on Cameron’s face.
“No! No! I’m innocent! You gotta believe me!” Cameron screamed as the officer shoved him headfirst into the back of the cop car. “IT WAS THE FUCKING KID!” He screamed as the door was slammed in his face.
Jordan caught Cameron’s eye and gave him a mocking wave, mouthing ‘bye bye’ as the police car turned on its sirens and carried Cameron away with it…
Later that night…
Across town at the local watchhouse, Cameron sat idly in a holding cell. He’d been sitting on the same bench for six hours waiting to hear from a lawyer with his head in his hands knowing fine well he could be up for as much as 20 years for this. He sniffled between deep breaths as the reality hit him. Maybe sometimes you just can’t escape your destiny…
Meanwhile at home Jordan was laying on his comfortable double bed staring at the ceiling reliving the scene as Cameron was dragged to the back of the waiting police car. He had an odd feeling in his stomach, and he couldn’t work out if it was maybe guilt. Whatever it was, it was unsettling.
He thought going for a walk might calm his nerves, but he couldn’t even make it past the stairs. Just seeing them reminded him of that fateful night two years earlier when he had sent his sister’s ex-boyfriend Will toppling down them with a nut-crunching injury that had left him in such an embarrassing predicament he was dumped. The butterflies in his stomach intensified and with his pulse racing he went to the attic, desperate to be somewhere quiet and alone.
But the attic provided no solace, he quickly stumbled across a cardboard box full of his older brother Mark’s high school sporting trophies, a box full of shattered dreams. Mark had lost everything last summer when he was charged with indecent exposure all thanks to Jordan’s conniving, not only had he lost his scholarship he’d been kicked out of the family home completely.
Running back to his room and slamming the door shut, he dived once again onto his bed. His mind racing between the images of Will, Mark and Cameron all getting their manhoods crushed and wrecked and all because of him. He remembered vividly Will crying on the front porch after his sister had broken up with him, the screaming match as his parents had forced Mark out of the house with only a suitcase and a week’s rent money, and the wailing sound the sirens had made as the cop car dragged Cameron off to a grim future.
He tossed and turned as every scene played itself over and over and over in his mind. But as he played every scene over, he began to notice he was no longer grimacing, he was smiling.
Much though each of the three respective men had suffered, he couldn’t help but be pleased at their suffering. ‘I mean, they were all jerks’ he reasoned. Most men were just douchebags, they couldn’t really help it. And even if it was in their nature, Jordan wasn’t going to put up with being perpetually annoyed by guys who insisted on acting so immature.
His smile grew deeper as he realised he wasn’t sorry at all. In fact, he was excited to see what he could make happen next!
His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of his dad burping from the living room downstairs. The perpetually immature, macho douchebag that his mum had ended up married to somehow. The guy that thought Will was a great pick for his older sister. The guy who had raised Mark to be a sports-obsessed jock. The guy who had handpicked Cameron out of all of the more normal, academic tutors. And even though he’d gotten rid of the others, here he still was - sitting on the couch, watching football, drinking beer and belching like an animal. A scowl crossed his face and he began to think of a new plan…
Awesome story, my guy. Looking forward to the next part
ReplyDeleteThanks bro! Punchhisnuts and I are thinking pretty strongly about ways we could continue this series, even though this was originally intended as the final installment. No promises but if we find something that works well enough we'll write more
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