Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2017 01:00:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kim Hansen <ringinmine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ring in Mine: Chapter 46

Ring in Mine
    Kim Terry

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Note: Due to many requests for more information about John and Marty, the
other two victims in chapter 34, After the epilogue this story will
continue with two or possibly three short stories exploring how these
characters came to be in that dark situation and how they coped with the
experience.

     Kim ----------

Ring in Mine: Chapter 46

The morning found four of us in the shower. Brett had watched our guest's
hairy chest non-stop. In the shower Brett began by washing Skip's
chest. Jerry worked on his back. I was washing any legs and crotch that
came within reach. It came to the point there were two hard dicks in my
face. I so wanted to take them both in my mouth at the same time. Skip had
only spotting through the night. It wasn't worth taking the chance of
infecting his dick.

"I'd love to suck you both at the same time, but Skip's piercings are too
new." I announced.

Skip surprised us all by dropping to his knees and taking Brett between his
lips. Skip was faced with three dicks as we stood side by side. Jerry began
to move away. Skip pulled Jerry back into place and placed his lips around
Jerry's dick. Brett standing in the middle put his arms behind his boys and
pulled us more tightly together. I wrapped my right hand around my dick and
my left around Brett's. After a minute or so Skip moved to mine. Brett
wasn't releasing his hold around Jerry.

Skip moved me so he could try taking Brett's and my dick at the same
time. He then paired Brett's and Jerry's. I was surprised when Skip's
finger began rubbing my asshole. I could see Jerry getting the same
treatment. Skip had returned all of his oral attention to Brett. Jerry and
I were vigorously fisting our dicks. When Skip's finger slipped into my
ass, I shot my load all over him. The sight of my cum blasting from my dick
and the finger now in his ass caused Jerry to blow. Brett wasn't far
behind. Skip took Brett's load in his mouth. When he stood up Skip leaned
in and shared the load with a kiss. I gathered my load from Skip's face
with my tongue and shared it with Skip. Jerry caught up in the moment did
the same thing with his cum from Skip's face.

Getting dressed I realized that Skip's religious underwear were not going
to be the best choice with his new jewelry. I loaned him a pair of bright
blue boxer briefs. We stuck one of Doc's light days pads in the pouch. He
looked really sharp standing there in in bright blue. It was all I could do
to not attack him, but there wasn't time. Jerry and I played the twin game
and wore the identical blue polos again.

As we separated on campus we agreed to meet Tuesday for lunch. I wanted
Skip to meet Danielle and possibly Sarah. The day ran smoothly until we
headed to the library for Brett's class. Standing at the door stood my
least favorite policeman and it wasn't Bruce. Even out of uniform or the
hood I could still recognize him. This guy wasn't going to give up. I was
in a quandary on how I was going to get to my class.

Just left of the library doors I spotted my Asian protector. We made eye
contact and he nodded.

"Jerry, see the larger man at the door." Jerry nodded. "He is one of the
three. The FBI are here. When we get to the sidewalk near the library I
want you to go left and walk normally. I am going to go right." Jerry
started to disagree but I shut him down. "We have to do it this way."

I didn't want to be close enough that he could grab both of us at the same
time. Jerry had the backpack and turned toward the agent. I turned 180
degrees and began running back the way I had come. I wanted to draw his
attention away from Jerry. I was the one that could identify him. I only
chanced one glance backward. My plan had paid off. He ignored Jerry and was
running toward me. I guessed I would make it to the dairy science building
before he caught me. I had bought enough ice cream that I knew most of the
students that worked there.

I ran through the doors. I didn't ask. I ducked under lift up part of the
counter and hid under the overhang. I shouldn't be visible from the front.

"A student just came in here. Where did he go?" Denise pointed to the
stairs. He looked around the dairy counter. "Is there another way down?"

"There is the fire escape." Denise offered. The officer realized he had
been outsmarted and ran up the stairs. When the coast was clear they hid me
in the back room where the ice cream was made. At their insistence I locked
the door behind me. Checking my watch I had been in hiding for twenty
minutes before Jerry walked into the dairy.

"I need two vanilla cones and a twin to share them with." Jerry
ordered. Hearing his welcome voice I came out of hiding. "You did that on
purpose." He hit me on the shoulder.

"You are most important thing in my life. I don't want him anywhere near
you." I announced.

"It's too late for that. Put your hands where I can see them. You are both
under arrest." He had his gun pulled and aimed at us. A few minutes later
we walked us across the quad in handcuffs. He had been unwilling to explain
why he was arresting us. He put a glove on his hand. He pressed small
plastic bags in our hands and slipped them in our pockets. Walking across
the quad he tripped and fell.

"Jerry don't move!" I demanded. Motionless we waited for him to stand.

"It would have been easier if you had run. It's going to hurt a lot more
now." He marched us to a hastily painted red van. There were places where
the blue was still visible. In the back of the van he pulled out a pair of
syringes. "There is enough LSD in these to scramble your brains."

The van doors burst open. Our tormentor was faced with drawn guns.

I hated the police station more than the hospital. Especially when we were
met by Agent Moore. I wasn't talking to anyone until Paul arrived. He was
tied up in court and would be a couple of hours. I was perfectly willing to
wait. Jerry wasn't doing too well. He had apologized over and over for
leading the rogue cop right to me.

Bruce arrived before Paul did. He burst into the room where we were
waiting. He was angry.

"Jerry, you will tell these people what they want to know and you will do
it now!" He demanded. Jerry pulled tighter into himself.

"Leave him alone. Jerry is no longer going to what you demand. He isn't
going to do what I want. Jerry is going to do what he wants!" I shouted
back standing between Jerry and his dad.

"Just who do you think you are?" Bruce was really mad now. I only had to
push a little harder.

"I'm the queer that is standing up to the big tough bigoted cop." I
purposely didn't shout. Bruce didn't disappoint me. He left a handprint on
my face. My oriental angel entered the room.

"Sir, there is a restraining order against the person. He is not only in
violation of that order, his actions prove he is a danger to me and my
brother. Shouldn't someone be arresting him?" I asked.

"Sir, he is correct will you come willingly?" He asked. Bruce refused to
leave. He ended up being removed in handcuffs.

"Bobby that's dad." Jerry whined.

"No, Jerry right now he isn't acting like a dad. He is acting like a bully
and neither of us deserve that." I sat next to my conflicted brother and
held him close.

"Jerry, you are a great person. You have a god that loves you and you have
a twin that loves you. No one should treat you like shit." I said as the
tears ran down my face. I realized my problems with Jerry had never been
about Jerry but how Bruce manipulated him.

I worried about mom and the Johnson. I didn't want them worried about Jerry
and me. I called Grams. She told me mom was on her way. The Johnsons would
wait for my call. I didn't want them waiting around the police station.


Paul finally arrived with Agent Fairchild. "Who called Bruce?" I
asked. "I'm ready to have a convenient memory loss and just go home. We can
talk somewhere else. This place has too many ears." I insisted. I felt bad
railroading Jerry through this; gratefully his memories hadn't returned. I
prayed every night to let that burden be mine alone. I would carry this
cross for both of us.

"What about Bruce?" Paul asked.

"Mom is on her way and she is ticked. She says she has had enough. As for
what she has planned it is better that I don't know. I think they should
release him into her care, unless they have a big burly gay biker in a cell
he could spend the night with." Even Jerry chuckled at that visual image.

We moved our interview to the Johnson's kitchen table. Agent Fairchild
agreed that nothing at the police station seemed to stay confidential. We
also wouldn't have had fresh from the oven chocolate chip cookies.

"Except for testifying hopefully this is the end of this for you." Agent
Fairchild explained as they left.

It felt good to sit with the Johnsons for a simple meal. There was a knock
at the door. There on the doorstep was...my mom. I had to look twice. She
had always looked like a mom. Now she looked...Good. Magazine type
good. Mom must have noticed my extended observation.

"I clean up pretty well don't I." She was smiling.

"After our last visit..." That was enough to start little Bob on his upward
spiral. "I started seeing a therapist. She has been really good for me in
more than one way." Mom winked at me. That just about had me creaming in my
pants. I had visions of Geo taking me on the leather couch in his office.

"Mom you're beautiful." I pulled her into a tight hug. Her breasts pushing
against me reminded me how nice they had felt between my lips. Somewhere in
this hug she ran her hand across Big Bob. He wasn't little right now.

"Thank you Bobby for the compliment." She winked. I knew which compliment
she was discussing. "I also want to thank you for not pressing charges
against Bruce. He will learn a lot more where he is spending the night than
a night in jail."

We set another place for my mom. I really liked this put together, self
reliant mom. Mom was sitting between Doc and Bruce. The look in her eye was
one of lust. Doc hadn't minded Sarah between her legs. I wondered if mom
had a chance.

During dinner mom finally relented and talked about where she had left
Bruce. She said it was like reprogramming with one exception. Instead of
closing one's eyes to possibilities it involved opening someone's eyes.

"It was a couple therapy team my therapist suggested. I gave Bruce the
option of leaving him in jail or willingly spend the evening in
therapy. When Mistress Anna answered the door in her skimpy leather outfit,
lash in hand, Bruce was somewhat in shock. Master Bruno took him in hand
though." Mom was smiling, trying not to laugh. "When I pick him up tomorrow
he will have a broader understanding. I can think of a couple of other
things that might be broader as well."

"Are you telling me Dad might have trouble walking tomorrow morning?" Jerry
asked smiling. I would have loved to see the picture in Jerry's head.

"Marie, that is wicked." Doc looked around the room. "Ana and Bruno are
licensed therapists during the day. At night they do a whole different type
of therapy. Bruce is probably handcuffed over a sawhorse about now."

Doc turned and looked and Mom. Mom's intent gaze didn't turn away. I
wouldn't bet against the possibilities that mom wasn't making moves under
the table. Then Brett jumped. Jerry and I cleared the table and cleaned the
dishes leaving the grownups to talk at the table. My three parents were
flushed and looked nervous.

"Jerry and I are going to our room and listen to the stereo really loud." I
announced.


We checked on them 10 minutes later. Their bedroom door was open and the
room was empty. The kitchen was empty. The living room was empty. Being
careful to not be seen we quietly checked downstairs. I think we had opened
a whole new world for the Johnsons.

About midnight a third body slipped between Jerry and I. She pulled us to
her chest. I knew this pair of breasts. I fell back into slumber snuggling
up with the comforting presence of my mom.

I woke the next morning first. I leaned up on one elbow and just watched
Jerry and the woman who had given him life lying there. I wish I had Todd's
skill at drawing. It was an image I could lovingly hang on my wall.

Jerry's eyes opened. I held my finger to my lips then whispered in his
ear. "Just lay there and enjoy some time with the woman that carried you
for nine months. Don't forget your mom. She wouldn't mind if you took a
nipple between your lips."

I closed the door behind me. Finishing in the bathroom I realized I didn't
have my workout shorts with me. I refused to disturb Jerry's bonding time
with mom. I started my workout in the nude.

Brett did a quick double take as he entered our workout space. His eyes
watched my hanging dick as I worked through my weight routine. He finally
joined me, dropping his shorts to the floor. He looked really good. I was
face down doing reverse flys when I felt a hand on my ass.

"Grab a washcloth." I ordered. Brett washed my ass and hole carefully. He
followed the washcloth with his tongue. I had eaten him a few times. It
felt good to have him return the favor. His tongue danced across the hole
and then centered on the target. I was beginning to squirm trying to drive
more of his tongue in me.

"Damn it Brett just fuck me." I demanded. He used conditioner for lube and
pushed his way inside of me. After a couple of strokes I had a new
demand. "Take it out."

I flipped on my back and invited him back in. I wanted to kiss this
beautiful man as he filled my body with his manhood. This has to be the
most intimate of human contact. Kissing the man that is inside of
you. Brett started hitting my buttons with each stroke. I nearly bit his
tongue off once but caught myself at the last minute. I hadn't yet touched
my dick and began to drool great amount of clear fluid. It puddled in my
belly button. Brett wiped up some with his finger and sucked it off. The
second fingerful was shared with me. I sucked on his finger like a little
dick running my tongue around the tip and then along its underside.

Brett started picking up speed. Without warning and without ever touching
my dick I came. The first blast shot over my head and onto the bench. The
second and third decorated my hair and face. Each shot reached a little
closer to home until the white cum puddled with the clear liquids in my
navel.

With a mighty thrust Brett unloaded deep inside of me. Load after load
filled my ass. Brett leaned over and kissed me, each tongue caressing the
other. When his softening gun slipped from its holster, cum ran down my ass
and dripped on the floor.

Brett took my hand and lead me to the shower where we washed each other
completely. We used our damp towels to clean up the floor and dropped them
in the laundry.

I arrived upstairs to a still closed door. I could hear Jerry and Mom
talking. Mom was telling him about her decision to let her best friend and
lover raise one of her sons. How could I ever get Jerry to understand that
was the level of love I had for him. It's why I put myself in danger the
previous day if it would keep him safe. For me life wouldn't be worth
living without my twin. It had taken me time to realize just how much I did
care.

I dressed in my room. Mom and Jerry joined us for breakfast.

"Marie, Bruno called. He thinks it would be best if Bruce spent the day in
therapy. Ana will handle their regular clients. Bruce isn't quite flexible
enough yet." Doc announced.

Jerry and I walked out to the driveway. Parked behind Jerry's car was the
Buick. I ran back inside and hugged my mom.

"How?" I asked.

"I told Bruce he was going to rot in that cell and never get his dick
dipped again if he didn't tell me where to find it." Marie stated matter of
factly. I will still be here when you get out of school.

"Jerry and I are screening our newest project this afternoon at 4:00 if you
want to come."  I told her one of us would meet her at the entrance of the
library. I hugged her again and ran out the door with my keys in hand.

Lunch hour we met Danielle, Sarah and Skip. Skip brought Jessica. I hadn't
realized that Skip's Jessica was the same as Jess in our film class. Sarah
and Jessica was planning an educational session for Skip. He had told her
about how his mission ended and our Sunday. She had immediately demanded to
see his jewelry.

I had Brett meet mom downstairs. Mom appeared with Bruce at the back of the
room. The first screening of the footage for our documentary about
reprogramming was shared with the class for critique. Their ideas would
help us fine tune our final project. We kept it R rated. Most of the abuse
happened just barely off screen. Our purpose wasn't to create porn. One of
the girls ran out of the room. Her friend followed.

"She's throwing up in the trash can." She announced. "Did all this stuff
really happen?" She looked at Jerry.

"They had me so high on drugs I don't remember very much. It's Bobby that
is cursed with the memories." Jerry answered.

"I can honestly say we pulled a lot of the punches. How can you explain
what it feels like to see your brother raped? Or what it feels like to see
your step sister destroy your brother's balls." I tried sharing. "That is
why most of this is done from a victim's point of view."

We showed the film again with students making comments. For the most part
they felt there were places we had pulled too many punches. It needed to be
more graphic to get the horror across.

As the lights came up the second time. Mom was in tears. Bruce looked like
he was going to be sick. I was glad that Bruce was near the garbage can. He
moved from the potential to unloading the contents of his stomach.

We were only supposed to get half of the period. The other student offered
to move to another week. I don't think he wanted to try and follow our
images. We had plenty of footage left after the edit to achieve the
additional details the class had suggested. James went back and gave my mom
a hug. I heard snippets of the conversation. Most members of the class
wanted to talk about what they had just seen. Most knew of our encounter
yesterday. They didn't know that the man chasing me was suspected as one of
those that had tortured us.

When I turned James and Mom were gone. One of the students handed me a
note.  Meet us in the conference room. Your mom needs to talk to both of
you.

After the room was put to rights, we made our way to the only conference
room I could think of James taking Bruce too. On the fourth floor James was
sitting just outside the door with one of the school's police officers.

"Jacob is here just in case Bruce loses control." James explained.

It was with great control I didn't let the anxiety trigger the need to
run. We walked through the door. I took control of the conversation before
anyone else could.

"Bruce, you need to understand one thing. I have your balls in a vice. If I
press charges you will lose on counts of ignoring a court order and
domestic abuse. You have hit me more than once. There are also the charges
of being an accessory after the fact on Jan's initial attack." I swallowed
and continued. "My lawyer has informed me that if I push, you will lose
your job and no one will hire a cop with those convictions."

Jerry put his hand on my shoulder. "I haven't made an issue of it because
my twin loves you. As far as I'm concerned you can rot in hell. If you
don't make things right with Jerry, I will reconsider my past decisions."

Bruce's face went white. I wasn't sure if it was fear or anger. Just then I
saw Bruce's eyes flicker toward the window. I turned a big guy with a bald
head and lots of leather was watching. From the anxiety Bruce was showing I
assumed it was Bruno.

"Dad do you know why Professor White chose this conference room?" Jerry
waited for a response. Bruce shook his head. "Under this table is where
Bobby lived for a week, messed up by pain pills and the handiwork of Jan. I
will not call her my sister. I realized she really was my evil step
sister."

Mom looked under the table. She climbed under and started to cry. Bruce
joined her under the table and took her in his arms. She pushed him away.

"You are still in the dog house." Mom announced.

"Bobby... " Bruce started.

"Not me...asshole. You make it right with your son who has been miserable
since your last visit. He is miserable because he is giving up what is
important to him to please you."

"Jerry, I didn't really understand what Jan put you through all in the name
of saving your soul. It seemed so clinical and sterile like a medical
procedure." Bruce looked up at Bruno and cringed. "I got just a little
taste of what you went through last night." Bruce was getting teary
eyed. Jerry started for his dad and I stopped him.

Marie had made her point for the last few weeks what it is like to not be
able to express affection for the one you love by cutting him off
completely: no kissing, no hugs, no touching and no sex. I was not going to
let Jerry empower Bruce.

"Then I saw the film and what I went through was nothing in comparison."
Bruce paused. He looked at Marie.

"You're not done." Marie answered. Bruce still didn't say anything.

"Jerry nothing is changed. Let's go home." I turned for the door. This was
the confrontation I feared the most. Jerry stayed where he stood looking
from Bruce to me. Who would he choose?

"Bruce, Bobby, this is not fair making Jerry choose." Mom hit Bruce up the
side of the head.

"Mom is right. I'll let you work things out with your dad without my
interference." I said resigned to losing my love forever.

I closed the door behind me. I needed to think. I seemed to be making my
twin miserable. If I were out of the way he could have the happy family
life he deserved. Once again I wasn't sure where I was going, anywhere but
here.

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Jerry came out of the conference room all smiles. His father didn't totally
understand his son liking other men, but he was working on it. Bruce was
willing to accept his son and even the relationship with his twin. His dad
loved him just for being him. He couldn't wait to tell Bobby.

"Where's Bobby?" he asked.

Neither James nor Bruno had seen him leave. Jerry ran to the first floor
and checked with the circulation desk. No one had seen him leave. Through
the front doors he saw a crowd growing. Curiosity won out and Jerry went
out to see what everyone was looking at.

There on the edge of the building sat Bobby, his feet dangling four stories
up. The first thought was he had pushed Bobby away once too often. He
shouldn't have hesitated in the conference room. He should have followed
the love of his life, but then he wouldn't have known his dad was trying to
accept him. If Bobby jumped he would follow. How do you get to the roof? No
one seemed to know When he got back to the fourth floor he found James in
deep conversation with his parents.

"Professor how do you get to the roof? Bobby is sitting on the edge. I
pushed him away once too often."

"I'll go get him, damn stupid boy! It's all show and getting attention with
him." Bruce taunted. Jerry slapped him.

"You stay away from him. Stay away from me. If I lose him it's your fault."
Jerry shouted. James lead Jerry to the roof access.

"Jerry get back here!" Bruce shouted. Marie slapped him.

"He is right. If Bobby kills himself it will be your fault." Marie ran
after her son leaving Brett with his own thoughts. Was it his fault? He
just wanted what was best for Jerry. Or did he really want what was best
for him? He sat with his head in his hands. He was losing everything: his
wife, his daughter, his sons and his mistress of 18 years.

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"Don't startle him." James recommended. Jerry quietly walked across the
flat roof toward the love of his life.

"Bobby, I told my dad that you are the most important thing in my life. I
want to wake up with you every morning for the rest of my life." Jerry
called out softly.

Bobby turned around and nearly fell forward. Jerry grabbed his arm and
pulled Bobby onto his back.

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"I wasn't going to kill myself. I debated it, but it wouldn't give you the
chance to see how much I love you." I explained.

"Dad is trying to understand. He's resolved to having two gay sons." Jerry
said.

"Bruce has one gay son. It's going to take a long time before I will ever
be able to call him dad. Brett is my dad. He is the only adult male that
has treated me as a son. He is the only one that hasn't used me as a
punching bag or lied to me every other sentence."

"Will you give him a chance?" Jerry asked.

"Let's start with I won't press charges and see where we end up. Mom is
willing to start there."

"I still have trouble thinking of her as mom." Jerry countered.

"I'm not asking you to. You had a wonderful mom that loved you until she
died. She was the love of my mother's life. Just accept what she is willing
to give."

We both stood and Jerry pulled me into a tight hug and slipped his tongue
past my lips. We were like that or quite a while before we came up for
air. We were met with applause from our audience four floors
below. Danielle met us at the bottom of the ladder to the roof.

"There was only one thing wrong with that kiss on the roof." She
observed. She pulled us into a three way hug and kiss. "That was much
better."

Mom was waiting for us. She willing joined the hug between Jerry and I. We
finally found a distraught Bruce head in his hands. Who would be the better
man. I checked and the lie was firm and strong.

"Bruce, get your ass over here and join the hug." I offered. He looked up
surprised at my suggestion. Jerry and mom reached out and pulled him into
our circle.


(When I wrote the last paragraph I realized the story was done. Then over
the next few days I realized I needed to tie up a few loose ends. The
Epilogue is coming soon and will be followed with parts of John's and
Marty's stories. [John and Marty are the other boys is Chapter 34])

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