Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2001 15:28:55 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Finding Love - chapter 6 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com. * * * * * * * * Finding Love - by BW Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 6 - The nightmare begins. April 2000 Tad and I didn't stay at my house again for another month. I just didn't want to be in the big place and feel so alone. I even asked the Driscolls to please let me stay with them, at their house. They said that they didn't have the authority to do that and, if they did try to do that, Mr. Sovie could get a restraining order that could keep us totally apart. I didn't want to take the chance of that happening, so I went to my house during the week. Now, Tad and I were spending the weekend at the Randall mansion. With the exception of coming down to eat meals, we spent all of our time in my room where we could be alone and not be bothered. Tad wanted to go out in the back yard to play for a while, but I convinced him that it would be best to stay where we were. Before we went to sleep that evening, we did a little more mutual stimulation of each other. We used both our hands and our mouths to bring each other as much pleasure as we could. We each had several dry orgasms before we went to sleep and that helped us to pass into dreamland much more quickly. Some time during the night, I felt a sharp prick in my arm. I opened my eyes quickly, but it took time for them to focus. When they did, I looked up to see Mr. Sovie. I tried to see what he was doing there, but my eyelids were beginning to get heavy again, so heavy that I couldn't keep my eyes open. I gave in to the weight of them and drifted off to sleep, concluding that all of what I thought I saw or felt was just a dream. I don't remember anything else until I woke up again, much later. As I opened my eyes and looked about, I noticed that it was still very dark, but I couldn't imagine why. With the moonlight and outside lights shining through my bedroom window, my room was never this dark. So why was I in this all-consuming blackness? Then I realized that I could hear some sort of engine running nearby. My mind was still cloudy from sleep and I couldn't imagine what was happening. It made absolutely no sense to me. Was this just another dream? I couldn't be certain. Then another sensation swept over me; it felt as though I were moving. No, it wasn't that I was moving my body, like in walking or running, but that I was on or in something that was moving. But I was in bed. How could my bed be moving? That would be impossible. It has to be a dream. There can't be any other explanation for what I was feeling, could there? It was then that my body was jerked upward and then slammed down. Ouch! That hurt. Whatever I landed on was hard and it certainly wasn't my mattress beneath me. Where the heck was I? Bam. Another bump and I was slammed up and down again. My mind was racing, and while I was thinking about what was happening, it happened again. "Damn!" I screamed. "Win? Is that you?" It was Tad's sweet voice, sounding very small and extremely scared. "Yes, Tad. It's me." "Where are we? What's going on?" "I'm not sure, but it feels like we're in a car or a truck or maybe even a bus." I didn't want to frighten him further, but I think we had been in this vehicle for quite some time. There were blankets beneath us and they were soaked with our waste products and the odor was making it kind of hard to breathe. I couldn't even imagine how long we'd been in there. "What are we doing here?" Tad asked. "Where are we going? Why is it so dark?" I could hear the tension in his voice and I longed to reach out and soothe his mind. I wanted to let him know that everything was going to be all right, but I had to be honest with him and let him know that I was just as baffled by this as he was. "I can't answer any of those questions, Tad. I know as little about this as you do. All I can remember is that we were asleep in my bed and then I thought I saw Mr. Sovie. Then I woke up here, and I don't even know where here is." "You saw Mr. Sovie? Is he doing this to us?" "I can't say, but I can't think of any other possibility, unless this is a dream." "How can we be having the same dream?" "Maybe we're not. Maybe you're in my dream or I'm in yours. That would explain how we could be talking to each other without having the same dream. Ouch! What did you do that for?" "Did you ever feel pain in your dreams before, Win?" I thought about what he asked me, and I couldn't remember if I had ever felt pain in a dream before. "Maybe I would have if someone pinched me in my dream, like you just pinched me." "Win, I don't think we're dreaming. I think we're in big trouble. I don't know what's happening and I'm very scared about it." "Yeah, I guess that I am too. I just didn't want to worry you." We stopped our conversation right then, because whatever we were in came to a stop and the sounds of the motor quickly died. Although we couldn't see each other in the dark, I knew that our eyes were bulging, our hearts were pounding, and we were both holding our breath. Suddenly a bright light filled the area and temporarily blinded us. When we could focus our eyes again, it all became clear. We were in the trunk of a car and it had just been opened. There stood Mr. Sovie and a man that I didn't recognize. "Looks like they came to during the ride," the other man said. "Doesn't make any difference, now. We're too far away from civilization for them to get any help. Nobody will hear them if they scream, and there's no place for them to try to run to, especially the way they're dressed." I had been listening intently to the conversation, and now it dawned on me what Sovie was hinting at with his last comment. Tad and I were both still nude, the way we went to bed last night, but we reeked from the smell of urine. "You grab the redhead and I'll grab my stepson," he barked this out, like an order, to the other man. They reached into the trunk and began to pull us out, their hands gripped tightly around our wrists. "Where are we and what are you going to do to us?" I wanted to know. "You're going to be taking a little vacation, Winthrop, my son. The only thing is, that only the four of us know about it. By the way, you won't be coming back from this trip." A cruel laugh filled the air and Sovie seemed to be enjoying his evil plan. "Well, I don't want to go anywhere, and that includes wherever you're planning on taking us. I want to go back home, NOW." "Listen, you rich little brat, you're not giving the orders here. I am! I've been looking for a way to get you out of my hair, ever since I met you. I was having trouble coming up with an idea until you finally handed it to me on a silver platter. Only your plan didn't include just you. The unfortunate part was, you accidentally included your little companion too. That didn't make a difference to me, though, as long as you're taken care of. Very soon, none of us will be seeing each other again." "What are you going to do to us?" Tad asked pleadingly. I looked over to where he was standing and I could see tears rolling down his cheeks and his body was trembling visibly. It certainly wasn't because he was cold, because it was very hot standing out here in the hot Texas sun. At least I presumed that we were still in Texas. "Are you going to kill us?" Tad sobbed out. "Not unless I have to. Like I said, boy, you two little queers are going on a little vacation, but this is one that you won't be coming back from. I have special plans for the two of you." "Who do you think you are calling 'queer'?" I demanded, while hiding my shock at his terminology. I did my best to put forth my most macho facade. "I'm calling you two little faggots queer. I've seen what you two have been doing in your bedroom. Those smoke detectors that I had installed around the house aren't smoke detectors at all. They're part of a video surveillance system, and I've got tapes that show you two playing with each other while you were having your little sleepovers. Your activities, my darling little stepson, gave me the inspiration for how I was going to get rid of little Mr. Richie Rich. It was your bad luck that you decided to include your friend in your little queer boy pleasures." "You won't get away with this," I said with as much bravado as I could manage. "There are going to be people out looking for us and they're going to catch you." "Oh, there'll be people out looking for you for a while, but they're not going to find you. You helped take care of that for me." "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" "That little tape I've got of you two gives me the perfect story for your disappearance. You see, you little cocksucker, I've been trying to find a way to get rid of you ever since I first arrived. I tried to have you sent off to a boarding school, but your mother wouldn't agree to it because the school was in England. She thought that was too far away. I couldn't understand why see wouldn't agree, seeing that she has nothing to do with you, but she said that you had suffered enough since your father had died." I was shocked. Could my mother actually have feelings for me? Was she really concerned about what I was going through? I didn't have time to ponder this any further because Mr. Sovie was continuing his explanation. "Seeing that I couldn't get rid of you that way, I had to find a new alternative. You gave me that other option, when you performed for my video cameras. I can now tell your mother, and your little friend's parents, that I caught you two in a homosexual relationship and confronted you about what you were doing. I can even show them the tape, if they don't believe me. I'll explain that I confronted you both about it and ordered you not to see each other again. Then, I'll tell them that you two freaked out and ran away later, rather than being kept from seeing each other again. Everyone will be out looking for two little runaways, rather than kidnap victims. They'll be looking in completely different places from where you two will be." Now he started to laugh, a loud terrifying chuckle. The sound of his mirth was sending chills up and down my spine and making me tremble from the possibilities of what was to happen. I looked over at Tad and I could tell that he was just as frightened as I was. I began to look around to see just where we were. The first thing I noticed was the little shack, a few feet away from us, and then the large old oil derrick located a few hundred yards behind the building. The derrick looked old and outdated, as if it hadn't been operating for quite awhile, so I figured that this place had been abandoned long ago. At that point, we were dragged into the little shack. As we passed through the main entrance, I noticed there were just two rooms, the one we were in and one to the left. Tad and I were taken to the other room and pushed inside. The door shut behind us and I could hear the clicks as two deadbolts were locked after the door was closed. We looked around the room and I realized that it looked like it had just been remodeled, but not in a pleasing manner. The walls were made out of sheets of plywood, all clean and new looking, and the only window was filled with those thick glass blocks that you can't really see out of. You know the kind that lets light in, but you can't see much more than vague shapes through them. That's because the blocks are so thick and they bend the light in so many different ways that you can only make out colorful shadows on the other side and not much more. The blocks were all glued tightly together and they were so thick that it would be difficult to break them. It looked like there was no way out of the room. Now, I looked around to see what else was in the room. There was a large mattress, just thrown on the floor, and a couple of blankets folded on it, but no sheets. The only other item in the room was a large bucket, which I assumed was to be used as a toilet because there was a roll of toilet paper next to it. I walked over to the door and put my ear to it, to see if I could learn anything else. The two men were talking on the other side. "How long do I have to baby-sit for those two brats?" the other man asked Mr. Sovie. "Until things die down back home. Once everyone figures they're out of the state or dead, then I'll put the second half of my plan into action. You've got enough supplies to last you for more than a week or two and, by then, I'll either come out or I'll send someone else out with more supplies, if we're going to have to keep them here longer. You're going to get paid really well for this, so quit your bitching. I'll see you later." Shortly I heard the trunk lid slam and a car door shut. I heard the car's engine start and then I heard the sounds of the tires spinning slightly on the loose gravel over which it rode. It didn't take long before we couldn't hear the sounds of the car's engine any more, as the noises faded into the distance. "Win, what's going to happen to us?" All kinds of things were going through my mind, but I wouldn't tell Tad any of that because I didn't want him to be any more frightened than he already was. I decided that it was up to me to figure a way to get us out of this and to keep Tad from being scared. "We'll be fine, Tad. Don't worry about it. It may take a while, but eventually the police or our families will find us, I'm sure of that. We just have to keep our minds off of it until they do." "How are we going to do that?" Tad wanted to know. "Just like we did at my house, to get away from the loneliness there. We'll set up our own fantasies and we'll play them out in our minds." "What kind of fantasy can we make out of this?" "Well, let's see. We could pretend to be two lovers who were thrown in the dungeon of some castle for treason. We could claim it was because we wouldn't love the prince, who had fallen in love with us. Then again, we could be two lovers who have just got their own apartment. We would be on our own for the first time and we'd be busy setting up. You know, couples just starting out often have shitty little places and this would just be worse than most. If you didn't like those ideas, we could be POW's in Vietnam, in the Hanoi Hilton, who fell in love to keep from being lonely and going insane. Maybe we could be the captain and the first mate on a ship and we could be having a relationship because we've been out to sea so long. Or one of us could be the ship's captain, who is getting it on with the cabin boy. Better yet, we could be Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn on a raft, taking a voyage down the Mississippi River. The mattress could be the raft." "I get the idea. I like your last idea best. We can start with that one. Actually, I don't care who we are or why were on an adventure, as long as I get to touch you and kiss you while we're doing it." "Tad, that's why every one of my suggestions had us being lovers. I don't want any fantasies or adventures if they don't have that as part of the story." "Thanks, Win. You're so thoughtful. I can even handle this, as long as we're together." Tad walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my body. He squeezed me harder than he ever had before. When he broke his embrace, we leaned into each other to exchange a very affectionate, open-mouth kiss. Our hands were sliding up and down each other's body, skimming our fingers across the surface of the satiny smooth outer covering, occasionally taking brief detours to play with a nipple, the navel, or an erect penis. I worked Tad backwards toward the mattress and, when we reached that destination, I pushed him temporarily away from me. "Just a second, Tad. Let me spread one of these blankets out on the mattress, so we can lie down." I did that quickly and I pulled Tad into me, again. We lowered our bodies down to the blanket and we resumed our kissing. After sucking on Tad's face for a while, I broke away from his mouth and I worked my way down his body. I paused briefly over his nipple that was closest to me. I stuck my tongue out and licked it quickly, causing the little nub to spring to attention. After that, I clamped my teeth down lightly on that erect piece of flesh, putting enough pressure on it to send some tingling vibrations through his upper body, but not hard enough to hurt him. Finally, I started to suck on that tiny piece of flesh, trying to imitate the actions of the nursing baby animals we saw on our trip to the zoo. Tad was moaning and jerking from my ministrations to his body, as I left his breast and worked my way down his abdomen. I paused when I reached his navel and I ran my tongue into and around that cute little depression. Tad's squirming began anew and he was making so much noise that the guy in the other room knocked on the door and asked if one of us was ill. I told him that Tad had banged his funny bone and was experiencing some temporary pain. He seemed to accept my explanation and he left us alone. I warned Tad that he would have to muffle his screams in the future, if he didn't want that guy coming in to investigate. He said that he understood and he would definitely try to do better. I left his navel and started to move further down his torso and Tad was starting to groan more, as he thought I was ready to attack his penis. I bypassed his proud member for the time being, and Tad whimpered his disappointment until he realized that I was zeroing in on his scrotum. He gave a quick yelp as my tongue made its first swipe over that thin skin covering, and his hips thrust skyward as his head flopped side to side. I spent a few more minutes dragging my tongue around that highly sensitive area before I tried something new. I took both of his testicles into my mouth and I began to suck on them. This caused Tad to lift his body involuntarily toward the ceiling once more, and he was fortunate that my lips were extended past my teeth or he might have lost some skin with his last gyration. As I dropped his ball sac from my lips and resumed my journey toward his erect antenna, Tad sensed my approach and he groaned in anticipated pleasure. Slowly I licked my way up the sides of his little obelisk of sexuality, causing him to undulate with enjoyment. I carefully pulled back the remainder of the excess skin and slid it down his shaft, uncovering the glistening mushroom head for a new round of pleasure. His highly sensitive glans was now completely exposed to my tongue and I traced my way around the hard outer ridge, before I slipped my mouth over the entire crown and swallowed it down to the base. I felt a couple of those newly sprouted hairs tickle the skin around my nose, just before I began pumping my lips up and down the slick sides. I let my tongue flick at the exposed head just before I began every down stroke, and I applied as much suction as I could with every up stroke. Tad's ass was yo-yoing off of the mattress as the electric pulses shot through his nervous system, and his body was now nearing full overload from the sensations. His waist lunged up and down, forcing his penis in and out of my hot mouth, in an effort to gain the release that he needed to lessen the aching tightness that had built up in his loins. I rode his young body like one of those mechanical bulls that are so prevalent in Texas establishments, until he made his final assault and experienced another mind-blowing dry orgasm. As the shuddering of his body subsided and he returned from his voyage to the 'outer limits', Tad melted back on top of the mattress. His panting was now beginning to slow and his heart rate coming back out of the stratosphere. I lay motionless beside him, stroking first his chest and then his hair, until he rejoined me in the present. His glassy eyes slowly opened as he gazed directly into my face. As soon as he was able to focus those gleaming hazel orbs one more, he scanned my face and found only vast quantities of love in my eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He made a second attempt to talk to me and, this time, he squeaked out a short sentence in a voice barely above a whisper. "That was even better than the last time." I bent over his prone form and slid my arms under and around his body, drawing him toward me in a powerful hug. "I love you, Tad, and I'm so sorry that you got caught up in this because of me. I wish that I could change things and get you out of here. Seeing I can't do that, I'll try to do whatever I can to make this less scary and somewhat enjoyable for you. You can consider what I just did as my first payment toward that debt." "I'm glad that I'm here with you, silly Win. I'd be going crazy and I'd be worrying myself to death about you if I were home and I didn't know what happened to you. Remember, Mr. Sovie said that he made it look like you ran away, and I wouldn't be able to understand why you left without me. I would have thought that you hated me for some reason and I'd probably...no, I'd definitely not want to live without you in my life. No matter how you feel, it's better this way, with both of us together. If this had to happen, then it's best that we go through this as a team." "That's just another reason that I love you, Tad. You're so thoughtful and kind. I know that I was first attracted to you because I thought you were so cute, but I think that it's your thoughtfulness and kindness that made me fall in love with you. You always seem to think about me first, and you worry about how I feel before you think about yourself. Sometimes...no, much of the time, I'm just plain selfish. I only think about myself and I spend much of my time feeling sorry for myself because I don't think that my mother loves me any more. Will you forgive me for being such a selfish idiot?" "No, you're not a selfish idiot, so I can't forgive you. You do so much for me and you do things to help me, even when it's not something that you want to do. You taught me how to have fun and not just merely exist. My world would be so dull if you weren't in it. Winthrop Aaron Randall, I love you now and forever and I want to be a part of every second of your life, even if it's a less than happy time, like now. We can survive this together, even though this situation might have been too much for either of us to handle on our own. We're just going to have to share our strength and fight our way through this until we get back home with our families. Now lean back and enjoy this, because I owe you big time." Tad pushed me backwards and crawled on top of me, locking our bodies in another loving kiss and passionate embrace. Over the next thirty or forty minutes he returned the same tender, loving attention that I had heaped upon him. He used his hands and fingers, followed by his mouth and tongue, to bring me to the brink of ecstasy several times before he let my body become flooded with the sexual bliss that he drew out of my reproductive system. He had my body flipping and flopping, squirming and writhing, plus burning and tingling, before he let me enjoy the finest climax I had experienced to this point in my young life. It took me many more minutes to recover from my flight through the heavens, before I landed back on planet earth and found myself in that isolated tiny shack again. For the rest of the evening we played out the remainder of our fantasy, Tom and Huck rafting down the Mighty Mississippi, before we spent our first restless slumber in our temporary home. We clung to each other all through the night, as we were afraid to release our grip for fear that the other would disappear or be taken away. It wasn't until the first rays of early morning sunlight swept into our tiny island, located in the middle of our sea of despair, that we began to relax. We never let go of each other until we heard the two deadbolts click open. Then we saw our burly guardian enter the room with two bowls of cold cereal, with a little milk over it. He sat the bowls down on the floor, just inside the doorway, and then he exited, making sure that he locked the door behind him as he went. Now we prepared to begin our second full day in captivity. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com.