Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 15:50:17 -0400
From: RANDY WIGGINS <rwig@hotmail.com>
Subject: missing 9- 10/ adult youth

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MISSING 9



BY: RClayton



(1)



Jaden smiled and wrapped his arms around his father's body, hugging the man
tightly. He felt the tears coming again but this time they were of
happiness rather than fear or pain. He was really and truly rescued. He
began to shiver, his naked body trembling against his father.

"You okay, Jaden?" The man asked calmly.  He pulled his jacket off, trying
not to disturb the boy clinging to him. He had been right about the
stranger after all. He had gone back to the woman's house and found the
empty garage, with Jaden bike leaning against the wall and his destroyed
clothing laying on the cement covered ground. His anger boiled, mostly at
himself for not going right back to the house as soon as he found the blood
on the side walk and the notebook barely hidden by the bush.

"I'm scared, dad." Jaden sobbed against his father's chest. He didn't think
he would ever let go of his dad again.

Grant Monroe wrapped the leather jacket around his son's shoulder's
covering his nude, supple body. He loved his son, wanted to be there for
him as long as the boy needed him and beyond. He also had a hidden love for
the boy. He had watched Jaden grow into the beautiful, sexually appealing
teen that he was becoming so quickly. He had never objected to Jaden's
keeping his hair long and curly, feminine almost.  His wife thought it was
adorable, and secretly, so did he. It made him want his son, and for that
he was ashamed, but there was no way to deny the attraction. Seeing the boy
coming up the stairs, fully in view with his trim body, soft bouncing young
cock and balls, no real pubic hair. He was such a beauty.

"How long did you think it would take me to figure this out?" Grant called
down to the mall who sat patiently watching the father son reunion.

"I figured you would be along. I just hoped it would be later, rather than
sooner." Ray said. He had his hands on the arm rests, hands clenching the
rotting materiel with his fingers. Everything had gone wrong. His head
still ached from whatever had caused him to fall.  There had been plenty of
blood on the floor around his head when he'd woke up and he could feel the
swelling knots on his skull, hidden slightly by the blood matted hair.

"Did you fuck him?" Grant asked. His voice was calm, for more so than he
felt inside.

"No, I'm sorry to say I didn't have the pleasure. Circumstances seemed to
get in the way at every opportunity. So, what are you going to do? I guess
you called the police." Ray said. He knew where his gun was as well as his
knife. Both items had been shoved under the furnace across the basement;
not a very good hiding place, but what could you expect of a boy...well, a
boy and the ghost of another. He had heard rumors about the old Gunner
place but had never really believed them before now.  He wondered where the
dead brat had gotten off to. If the little fucker hadn't already been dead,
he'd have killed him for the shit he pulled the night before.

"I haven't called the police yet. In fact, I may not call them at all."
Grant said. He pushed Jaden away from him slightly.  "Stand right here,
Jaden. Don't move." He reached down and zipped up the front of the jacket
to cover the boy's nudity further.

Grant Monroe walked down the stairs slowly, with great deliberation. He
stopped when he reached the cracked cement floor.  "Stand up."

Ray followed the order, deciding to play along and see where this would
go. If there was a way to get rid of the guy he would still have a chance
at the boy, maybe the man as well. He could do things to the father that he
would never really think about doing to the boy. Oh, he curt hurt Jaden, he
had several times already, but he couldn't really torture the boy, not for
very long.

"You have hurt my son in I don't know how many ways. I could kill you for
even looking at him." Grant said, spitting the words with force and a spray
against Ray's face. "What is your real name? I know you aren't Agnes'
nephew and I know she isn't gone to be with her sister because I
called. Her sister hadn't spoken to the old bitch in years and wouldn't
bother if she had called herself." Grant turned at a sound and smiled at
his son, then turned back to the kidnaper and would be child molester.

Jaden watched his father talking to Ray. He couldn't understand what was
going on. Why hadn't his dad rushed him out of the old house and called the
police on Ray? Why was he talking to the man so calmly rather than beating
the shit out of him. Jaden had to admit he would have loved to see his dad
do all the things to Ray that the man and done to him.

"I found the bodies in the house. I knew that boy you killed. He was one of
my...special friends, so that's another thing I have on you. You killed one
of my boys and tried to rape my own son. You know the worst part, dumb
ass?" Grant sais. His words were getting thicker with anger. "You failed."
Grant turned around again and looked up at Jaden who had his back against
the wall by the basement door. The boy's arms were wrapped around his body,
holding the old leather jacket closely to him. He looked at Jaden slightly
muscled bare legs. Doing the yard work and paper route had built the boy up
some, started to bring out the muscles from beneath the baby fat. "Jaden?"
He called.

"Yeah, dad." Jaden said from above.

"Come down here a minute." Grant asked.

Jaden looked at his father, then at he steps. His reluctance was evident in
his movements. He had no desire to return to the basement floor.

"Come on, son. It's okay. He can't hurt you now."

"Don't do it." Jaden heard the voice of the boy whispering.

"Where are you?" Jaden whispered back.

"I'm here. Don't go down there. There's something wrong with your
dad. He...I don't know, changed when he came through the front door of the
house. He came in determined to save you and kill the man. Now, he seems to
have other ideas." Jacob spoke softly. He knew that the men below couldn't
here him but he wanted Jaden to whisper as well so he set the example.

"Jaden, I asked you to come to me son. I know your scared." Grant said
again. His impatience was growing. The boy had never been defiant like this
before. Of course he had never been kidnaped, nearly tortured and raped
either. He couldn't figure out why he hadn't taken his son and left this
rat trap. There was something holding him here, pulling out his hidden
feelings for his son.

Jaden began to walk down the rotted wooden stairs.  He took the steps one
at a time and very slowly. He couldn't go against his dad, no matter what
any body said.

"I warned you." Jacob said. His voice was hurt and sad in Jaden's head.

Jaden's left foot when down on the next step and he knew he was in
trouble. The board cracked loudly and he felt his body fall forward. He
tried to grab the wall but could find anything to hold on to as his body
went forward down the final five steps.

Grant had turned back to Ray and was looking into his eyes, trying to make
a decision when he heard the cracking of the step.  He jerked back around
in time to see Jaden falling, hitting his back and legs against the next
steps and coming to a stop, face down on the cold floor.  "Jaden!" Grant
Monroe snapped out of it. Whatever held him there was gone suddenly as his
son's body landed against the hard ground.

(2)

Jaden tried to move but felt only heavy pain flooding his body. His head
pounded harshly. "Ohhh." He moaned.

"Jaden, baby, are you okay?" Grant Monroe sat with his son's head in his
lap. He had been sitting there, holding the boy, praying his son wasn't
gone, gone because of something he didn't understand that had held him,
had...controlled him some how. He swore, as son as Jaden came to, he would
get the boy out of this hellish place. He had all but forgotten about the
other man. The murderer, rapist, and whatever else he was who had tried to
steal his son from him.

Ray took the chance to go for his gun while the man held his former
captive. If the kid hadn't gotten his ass killed there could still be a
chance for some fun. That is if he could believe the man hadn't called the
cops. He bent down and picked the gun up from under the chair where he had
moved it after coming to from hhis own knock on the head.

"Jaden?" Grant said. The solidly built father held his young son against
him. He had heard the moan and saw Jaden moving. His boy was alive! He
tried to gather Jaden in his arms but the boy cried out in pain. He relaxed
back to the floor. The possibility of having to leave Jaden here long
enough to go call an ambulance was becoming more real. He wondered if he
shouldn't do that anyway but he couldn't stand to leave his son laying on
the ground in the basement of the house he nearly lost his life in.

"Dad?" Jaden moaned.

"Yeah, son." Grant sat, running his hand through his son's hair, trying to
feel for bumps or cuts. The soft silky feel of the curly blond hair
distracted his mind only slightly as he continued to check his son's head
for injuries.

"Look. Look out." Jaden said. He saw Ray moving toward them with the gun.

"What?" Grant asked. He lowered his head down to hear what his son said
more closely.

"He means me." Ray said. He had the advantage again. Hell, he had it when
the guy walked through the door. All he's had to do then was just shoot the
son of a bitch and had his way with the kid before killing him to. His
brain knew what to do but that damn curiosity held him back, wanting to
know what the boy's father would do. He had the control after all, he was
the one with the gun. He seriously doubted that there was a gun hidden on
the man. He pointed the gun at the two people before him.

Grant looked up at the man. Hate and rage filled him again. The same rage
that had ruled him to barge into this damned house without the police. His
own stupid temper was all that could be found at fault for this damned
situation.

"Is he okay?" Ray asked. He waved the gun toward Jaden's head.

"I don't know. I think he may have a broken arm." Grant said.

"Hmm, too bad." Ray said. He found that he actually meant it. The pain in
the boy's body would make what he wanted to do to him harder to accomplish,
but not impossible. He'd had his way with other boys in far worse shape
than a broken arm or two.

"What have you got in that twisted mind of your's, you freak."

"Tough talk for someone without a gun in his hand." Ray said.

"How much do you want to let me take my son out of this place?" Grant
said. It didn't matter how much the man asked for, he would pay it, one way
or the other. The guilt for whatever had been making him stay there burned
through him.

Ray laughed. "I don't want your fucking money."

"What do you want?" Grant asked. He war afraid he knew the answer all to
well. This man wanted his son, he wanted to take his son's innocence, to
scar him for life. He wanted to kill his son's spirit if not to his take
his life.

"I'm going to...play with your son while you watch." Ray said. He grinned
again and eyed the boy laying in his father's arms.

"You sadistic bastard." Grant said. He held Jaden tighter to him, feeling
the boy's breathing reassured him that there was still a chance of getting
him out of this mess.

"Yeah, I've been called that, and worse."  Ray said. Any sign of the softer
personality within the mad was either dead or so submerged by the evil
monster in control. He knew he was mean, a sadist if that was the word
people wanted to smack him with, but he really didn't care. He had spent
his entire life fighting for control over the weak, reserved geek that he
grew up as.

"Can I have a private moment with Jaden?"  Grant asked.

"Sure. Why not. I'll be over here in the chair taking a breather. Don't
think I'm going to let you just get up and walk out of here behind my back
either. I'll be watching, even if I can't hear what you say.

"Understood." Grant said.

Jaden could still feel pain in his arm but it was numbed down some now. He
knew it was broken, how badly though, he thought.  What was dad up to? What
kind of plan does he have?

"Jaden, I need you to be brave, son. We are going to have to go along with
this monster for right now. I hate it, God I how I hate it. I just don't
see a choice."

"You...you want me to let him...?" Jaden looked at his father with
confusion and fear.

Tears rolled down Grant's face as he looked at his son. He nodded. "If we
want any chance of getting out of here alive, we have to what he says;
otherwise this man will kill me, do what he wants anyway, then kill you and
leave us here to rot." Grant said. The word felt like vomit burning up and
down his throat.

Jaden lay there thinking about what his father had said. He would never do
anything that could get his father hurt.  "Okay." Jaden said. "My arm..."

"Yeah, I know. I'm trying to think of a way to brace it until this hell is
over." Grant replied.

Ray watched the two talking. He had a feeling that he was about to get the
best virgin boy pussy he'd ever had, and with the added bonus of making the
kid's father watch! He contemplated things he would like to do and came up
with an idea.

"Okay, you bastard. You win. With a condition." Grant said. He had wiped
the tears away and composed himself to put at much courage and strength as
he could into his words.

"Interesting. Okay, what is the condition?" Ray asked. He remained seated,
watching the father holding his son so closely to his body.

"I want to find something to brace his arm so that it doesn't receive any
more damage or make what's there any worse."

Ray thought about that. There was no reason now for added pain. "Okay,
fine. I worked as an orderly for six years. I'm sure between the two of us
we can find something for the boy."

"I know what to do. I'm a pediatrician."

"A doctor? Really? Okay." Ray said.

Grant let out a breath and ran his eyes all over the dimly lit space.

"Move away from Jaden now." Ray said.  Thought rolled through his brain. He
knew they were wrong, evil even, but damn hot watching it would be. He'd
had more boy cherries than he could count. Now, he wanted to watch Jaden
lose his to his father.

Grant looked up at the man then down to Jaden. He kissed his son's forehead
and prayed to God to forgive him for what this monster was about to
do. What he was going to let the monster do. He lowered Jaden's head to the
floor, removed his leather jacket and rolled it up, then placed it under
the boy's head. He got to his feet and stepped away from his beautiful
son. The rage within him wanted out so badly. He had wanted his son only a
short time ago; he'd wanted to molest the boy as Ray was planning to
actually do now.

"I know that look. Don't worry, I'm not going to take his virginity." Ray
said with a wide grin.

Grant looked at Ray with a face clouded with confusion.

"You're not?" Grant said.

"Nope." Ray said, paused, and went on.  "No. You are."

Grant snapped to attention and stared into Ray's burning eyes. He could see
the evil and sickness in the man's ever expression, in his wicked grin and
ominous silences.

"What?" Grant asked, shocked.

"I am going to watch as you fuck your son.  Then, I am going to fuck
him. After that, if you have the desire to, you can have him again." Ray
said.

"You really are an evil bastard." Grant said. The very idea that he
would...but that was exactly what he had wanted to do when he came through
that basement door. "I can't do that."

"If you don't, I will, and it won't be a painless experience for the
boy. If you do it you will be tender and loving as any good father would
be." Ray stared at Grant waiting for his answer.

Jaden lay, numb, on the cold floor. His father's jacket felt good, soft and
warm against his face. His arm wasn't slamming pain through him now. He had
heard every word of the discussion between his dad and Ray. He knew that
what Ray proposed was incest. He had even had fantasies of his father
coming to his room and making love to him before, but he knew it was
fantasy. Nothing like that would really happen is reality. It
couldn't...could it?

The two men stared at each other and the boy lay watching them. The spirits
of the old mansion watched as well. In his quiet place, Jacob watched and
began to cry, remembering.







MISSING 10

BY: RClayton

"You're insane." Grant said. He stood over his son. The very idea that he
would actually follow through on a fantasy of being with Jaden... No, he
just couldn't think about it.

"Yeah, you mentioned that earlier. Not that I am disagreeing with you, you
know." Ray said. He laughed his evil laugh and spread his face with that
damned grim again.

"Dad." Jaden called softly.

Grant looked down to his son who lay resting, naked with a leather jacket
keeping his head from the cold ground. He went to one knee, worried that
Jaden was in pain.

"Daddy, better you than him. Please?"  Jaden said. He could live with his
father taking his cherry but not Ray, even if the man did fuck him
afterward, it was still his dad that would have opened him up for the first
time.

"Jaden..." Grant said. He swallowed hard.  Despite the fear and anger
within him his cock began to grow longer and thicker within his boxer
briefs.

Jaden smiled as best he could. He could see the bulge growing and shifting
behind the expensive cloth of his slacks. He had seen his father naked many
times and was always amazed at the size of his cock.  It wasn't massive,
but it was large and quite long. He raised his right hand and fondled his
father's crotch.

Grant took a deep breath as his son began unzipping his pants. He looked
down at the boy, smiling and looking up at him. He knew his cock was at
it's utmost size; just over 8 inches long and 3 ½ inches in girth. He
thought about what it would be like when he penetrated Jaden's anus. Fuck,
his arm! "Wait." He said softly.  "I've got to set your arm first." He
looked around the basement for what he needed.  "I'll be right back." He
stood and zipped himself up. His hard cock had slipped back to semi
status. He roamed the dank basement until he found an old kits in a box. He
stripped the remaining cloth away from the wooden sticks and broke them,
making splints. His hands worked quickly, tearing at the old fabric to make
strips to tie the splints on to his son's broken arm. He wished he had some
kind of pain killers with him. Something to help Jaden deal with both the
pain of setting the arm and the added pain of him entering his anus. Hell,
he could use a good stiff drink himself.

Ray sat in the old arm chair watching Grant do his doctoring thing. He
thought about what the man was going to have to do to get that arm set. He
stood and walked over to the wall near the stairs where he had left his
duffle bag and the few remaining groceries. He bent down, shifted through
the duffle bad and came out with a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Not
his favorite poison but it was all the old lady had in the house.

He stood and walked over tot where the boy lay quietly. The father joined
him shortly after he went to his knees. "Jaden, drink this. It'll make the
pain less." He opened the bottle and brought it close to the boy's mouth.

"Eww..it stinks." Jaded said. He squinched up his face and turned his head
toward his father who was bending down on the other side of him.

"Yeah, son. I know I stinks, but for once this...Ray is right. It will
deaden the pain of what I have to do." Grant said. He laid the materiels
for the splint on the ground near Jaden's broken left arm.

Jaden looked at his dad, then back at Ray.  "It's not poison?"

"Nah, it's just whiskey. Kind of surprised I found it in the old woman's
house. She must have been some pisser of a broad to drink this stuff." Ray
said. He laughed softly, not as menacing as what he had been doing
earlier. His tone was different too, softer, more like when he had met
Jaden on the street. More like the person he thought he really was. He let
the smile drop and stopped laughing.

Jaden raised his upper body with the help of his father. He accepted the
offered bottle and tried to hold his breath and the amber liquid entered
his mouth and burned as it went down his throat. The taste wasn't what he
had expected. It was actually sort of smooth, pleasant even. He drank
several more long sips before Ray moved the bottle away.

"I'll give ya some more in a minute. Let's see how what you drank works on
you." Ray said. He could feel the anger slipping away again. The monster
within him was growing cold, quiet, and slowly more harmless. "You don't
have to do it."

"What?" Grant asked as he began to take Jaden's arm in his soft skinned,
yet strong, masculine hands.

"Set his arm then leave." Ray said. He couldn't believe what he was
saying. "I can't do this any more." Ray placed the gun on the ground near
Grant's left knee.

"What kind of trick is this?" Grant asked suspiciously.

"No trick." Ray said. He stood up.  "Here, kid." He placed the bottle of
whiskey by Jaden's right hand. "I'm leaving, no harm, no hard feelings." He
knew the words were bullshit but the feeling behind them wasn't. Everything
had gone wrong from the start. He should have just let Jaden take his
repaired bike and leave when he had the chance before. When he had been in
control the last time. "I'm leaving now. Don't follow me or try to find
me."

Grant was too amazed to speak.

Jaden lay watching, waiting for the change to turn the guy he had met the
morning before back into the monster than had terrorized him throughout the
last thirty six hours or so.

Ray stood and walked to the duffel bag. He picked it up, not bothering with
the brown sack of groceries, and turned to go back up the stairs and into
the growing darkness of the night.

Grant watched the man, then looked down to the gun by his knee. He moved
slowly to pick the weapon up, fearing that this was another mind game and
that the man had another gun on him, or in that bag.

Ray reached the top of the stairs and felt a cold wall of air hit him from
head to toe. He looked around, fearing that he had been shot in the back
and was about to die.

"Monster!" The loud voice filled the confined space of the basement.

"Who said that?" Ray said, looking around more as he realized he wasn't
wounded.

"Me." The haze appeared in front of Ray, blocking the entrance to the
house.

Grant and Jaden watched from below. Jaden pleased that Jacob had returned
with the night.

Grant watched the show as he would a trick preformed by a magician. He was
in awe of what couldn't actually be there. There were no ghosts...there is
no ghost... he repeated the sentence over and over in his head but didn't
believe it, couldn't, not with what was happening at the top of the stairs.

"Jacob." Jaden said softly. He smiled.

"What did you say?" Grant asked.

"It's Jacob. My friend." Jaden said.

"I don't know what the fuck's going on here but I want out of this spook
shack." Ray said. His tone and demeanor shifting along with his growing
fear.

"If I have to...I'll kill him." Grant said.

"You can't, dad. Jacob's been dead for a long, long time."

"I didn't mean him." Grant said. He still held the gun in one hand and his
son's fractured arm in the other. He could tell the liquor was getting to
the boy from the slight slur to his words. He reached over Jaden's naked
body and picked he bottle up after placing the boy's arm flat on the
floor. He took a long swig from the bottle, followed quickly by several
more.

"You aren't going anywhere." Jacob said.  The room vibrated with the anger
in the dead boy's voice. "Not ever again."  The shadows shifted, the figure
of the boy hazed over and Ray was pushed backward by the force of the
changing breeze.

"No!" Ray screamed. He let the bag drop over the railing to crash to the
floor as he began tumbling ass over elbow down the stairs. He felt the
bones breaking along with wood as the rotted planks gave way. He crashed
through the middle of the staircase, screaming. The last thing he heard was
the sound of his own neck breaking before the lights went out for good.

Grant and Jaden remained in their positions, watching the deadly fright
show playing out before their eyes.

The haze returned, but right where Ray had been beside Jaden moments
before. "I did it for you." The ghostly sound filled the air, like a breeze
through wind chimes, melodic and relaxing.

"My god." Grant said. He took another drink from the bottle and watched the
shape of a small hand move to tough his son. The face of a boy long dead
moved in and his lips met Jaden's in a light kiss before the boy's figure
disappeared again. "Goodbye, Jaden. I'll miss you."

The haze broke up leaving Grant kneeling beside his son and the body of his
kidnapper and tormentor laying broken and bleeding amongst the rotten wood
that had been the stair case.

Grant splinted Jaden's arm with great care, gave the boy a few more sips of
the whiskey, and watched and his son drifted off into a drunken sleep.

"Well," he said to himself. "How the hell do I get him out of here now?"

The breeze moved through the room as wood shifted and formed steps held
together by invisible nails.

Grant didn't take the miracle for granted. He picked up Jaden, once again
wrapped his naked body in the leather jacket and climbed the steps, keeping
the faith that the steps being repaired wasn't an illusion brought on by
his terror and the shots from the bottle of Jack Daniels.

He reached the top, turned, and watched the wood fall back to the ground
beside Ray's dead body where they had come from. He took a deep breath, and
walked out and down the hallway, then through the big double doors. He felt
the coolness of the night and thanked God that he and Jaden were still
alive.

"Dad?" Jaden said, voice thick with sleep and intoxication.

"Yeah, buddy."

"Is it over yet?" He looked at his dad's face through blurry eyes and gave
a small smile.

"Yes, son, it's over." He walked down the over grown path to the gate as
the sheriff's patrol car came to a siren blaring, tire screeching halt on
the street in front of the old mansion.

THE END