Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2012 12:21:41 -0700 From: B.E. Kelley Subject: Keys to the Kingdom Chapter 18 This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage males. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. It takes a while before there is any sex in this story but I think you'll like it. As always comments are welcome but please, be gentle. Please send your comments to: HailCaesar2011@hotmail.com The Keys to the Kingdom Chapter 18: A Parent's Nightmare There is no better place than New England in the fall. As September turned into October, the academy was bathed in a sea of red and yellow leaves. The entirety of nature's pallet was spread out before us, the air smelled like fresh cider and the chill in the night's air hinted at the winter to come. As for the family, we said goodbye to October and greeted November, fully ensconced in our routine. Aside from a few business trips I'd made, my routine was what you'd expect for a headmaster, meeting with parents, dealing with the occasional discipline problem, attending sporting events and recitals. It was entirely mundane and I loved every minute of it. The boys were thriving; they were actually excited about school and learning, music to a teacher's ears. Most days we dined with the students at dinner but most mornings, we ate at home, enjoying the time as a family. "So what's on everyone's agenda for the day?" I asked, as Jack passed me the butter. "The usual," said Nicky. "Aiden and I have a Latin test, then cross country practice this afternoon," said Ethan. "I've got a project for physics to work on this afternoon," said Jack. "I'm taking Aiden to work with me this morning, Mrs. Pennybaker is going to pick him up and bring him back for afternoon classes," said Cam. "Another doctor's appointment?" I asked. When your child has HIV, you tend to lose track of how many doctor's appointments you've been to. "Yes, this will be the first blood test he's had since his diagnosis, we want to check his white count, see how he's reacting to the inhibitors," Cam explained. I was watching Aiden while Cam spoke, his head was down and he seemed to be pushing his food around with his fork, rather than eating. Later, as everyone was setting out for the day, I pulled Aiden aside. "Is something wrong, you seem a little down this morning," I stated. "Just another doctor's appointment," said Aiden. "I know its rough kiddo, but it's a necessary evil," I sympathized. "Yeah, but each appointment is a reminder that there's something wrong with me," he sighed. "I don't think there's anything wrong with you," I smiled. "Daddy..." he began. "I know, it's hard for you but you'll be in and out of there and you'll be back with your classmates in a few hours. By the time you go running you won't even be thinking about it," I said encouragingly. "Yeah, that's true," Aiden agreed. "You're so brave; you just hang in there, ok?" I said, as I hugged him tight. As I held him, Zoe walked over and licked his hand. "See, Zoe thinks you're brave to," I smiled. Aiden finally gave me a smile, patted his dog on the head and then went out to the car. Cam was only a few steps behind him; he kissed me on the cheek then headed out the door. And so began another day at Bartlett Academy. The day seemed to go exactly as planned, the boys attended classes, I sat in my office meeting with the head of the English Department and in New Haven, Aiden had his blood drawn for the first time since learning of his HIV. Once the blood was drawn and sent to the lab, Mrs. Pennybaker picked him up and returned him to the academy, just in time for lunch. Our football team had done rather poorly this season and as a result, Jack took more interest in the other new endeavor he'd undertaken, namely, being fucked. The twins were still at cross country practice when Jack and Nicky got home that afternoon, so they decided to make the most of their time alone. As soon as Nicky walked in the door, he and Jack headed up to Jacks room; it was almost an unwritten rule that if they were home alone, someone was getting laid. As soon as the door closed, they started shedding clothes. Nicky stripped down to his white Hanes briefs and Jack stripped down to his black CK boxerbriefs. Sometimes Jack left his school tie on, but only because Ethan liked to use it as a leash when he dominated the older boy. Once the loose clothing had been cast aside, Jack lay on his back and made out with Nicky while Nicky ground his crotch against him. In the time he's been with us, Jack has gone from occasional cock sucker to fully engrossed in gay sex. Though he still considers himself straight, he loves fucking, or even better, being fucked by his cousins. Nicky humped his body against Jacks until both of their boners were stretching out their tight underpants. Nicky moved down between Jacks legs and nibbled on the head of his cock through his boxerbriefs. Jack loved that sensation and Nicky loved doing it, he was able to suck Jack's precum through the thin cotton and the salty flavor was part of what he loved about sucking the big dick before him. When Jack had enough of the sensual nibbling, he fished his dick out of his undies and rubbed the head against Nicky's lips. Nicky let Jack coat his lips with a slick of precum, then he engulfed the 8 inch boner, sucking it about halfway down, before coming back up. Nicky's pretty blond head bobbed up and down on his cousin and soon Jack also got a craving. He used to suck cock in order to get his sucked, but now Jack was much more into it. He moved Nicky into a 69 position, pulled the boy's underpants off then sucked his cute little boner while massaging his tight little ass. Jack then slipped his tongue into Nicky's hole and ate him out with long, leisurely strokes of his tongue. Nicky could only hold out so long so when he started to feel a tingling in his balls, he pulled off of Jack and slipped between his legs. He rubbed his 4 inches against Jacks hole and Jack slipped his hands behind his head, resting while Nicky began to fuck him. Nicky power fucked him, going at his ass like a jackrabbit. Jack was grateful that Nicky wasn't much bigger because he was taking a pounding. Nicky shot his first load into Jack but recovered quickly, the benefit of being 12 and nearly always horny. He straddled Jack and lowered his athletic body down onto this throbbing cock. Jack felt himself splitting the boy open but didn't say anything, Nicky knew what he was doing and knew how much he could take. This time, he managed to get 6 inches up his butt before the pain became too great. When he'd adjusted to the sensation, Nicky began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Jack's cock. He played with his own dick and moaned loudly while he pleasured himself. "Oh, fuck yeah," moaned Jack. "MMMMMM," Nicky purred. "Suck your thumb for me, Nicky," Jack instructed. "Huh?" asked Nicky. "Suck your thumb while you're jerking and ridding me, I saw this chick do it in a porno, it was so hot," said Jack. Nicky didn't get it but he was eager to please so he made a little fist and sucked on his thumb while he rode Jack and played with his own dick. Jack was incredibly turned on by the sight of the cute boy and grabbed him by the hips. Both boys began to work their hips, Nicky rocking his back and forth, Jack thrusting his up and down. Nicky could feel Jack throbbing inside of him, he knew he was close, so he reached down and tweaked Jacks nipples, sending him over the edge. Jack bucked like a young bull when he came, Nicky had to steady himself for the ride but he loved the sensation of all that hot cum filling his tight orifice, and began his second ejaculation of the afternoon. "Fuck," Jack panted, "If you were a girl, I'd marry you." "Ha, that's so gay," laughed Nicky. Jack laughed then kissed the younger boy. He'd grown close to Nicky since moving in and he enjoyed the time they spent together afterwards, cuddling and making out. Nicky was pretty for a boy, with his short blond hair, blue eyes and burgeoning jock body, Jack couldn't help but feel turned on by him. He knew he was straight but he also couldn't deny that he loved the things he was doing with his cousin. On the other side of campus, Ethan and Aiden were running on a trail that surrounds the academy, taking in most of the campus and part of the woods and town. They were running with the cross country team but they were spread out along the trail, at the moment, the twins found themselves alone. "How did your appointment go this morning?" asked Ethan. "Don't want to talk about it," said Aiden, keeping his eyes on the trail. "But you were so bummed this morning," said Ethan. "That's why I don't want to talk about it," Aiden explained. "Yeah but if you talked about it maybe you'd feel better," Ethan argued. "Look Ethan, I love you and I know you want to help but it's not the kind of problem I can talk out," said Aiden. "Well, I obviously can't make you talk about it but I'm here if you change your mind," said Ethan. "Thanks, that means a lot to me," said Aiden, bringing a smile to Ethan's face. The boys continued to chat, they were running at a slow pace, as distance runners do, and weren't even panting for breath yet. They took in the scenery as they ran but hadn't paid any attention to the van that was pacing them. They didn't notice the side door of the vehicle was open until a man jumped out and by then it was too late. Aiden stopped in his tracks when he came face to face with Terry Peterson. "Hey, who the hell are..." Ethan began. He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence; Terry grabbed Aiden and threw him into the back of the van. Ethan reacted at once, he pounced on Peterson's back, but he wasn't fighting back. The fact of the matter was that Peterson didn't know which boy was Aiden and had resolved to take them both, when Ethan jumped on his back, Peterson simply climbed into the van, taking the boy with him. The vehicle sped away just as one of their teammates was catching up. Tyler Garrison saw the whole thing and though he was shocked, he managed to get a description of the van and the first three digits of the license plate, before turning on his heal and running flat out for my office. "What the fuck did you grab them both for?" shouted Michelle Peterson from the driver's seat. "I didn't know which was which," Terry explained. "Damn it, did anyone see you?" asked Michelle. "Nah, it's just woods out there and I didn't see anyone else," said Terry. "Who the hell are you people?" Ethan demanded. "Ethan, it's them," whispered Aiden. They were only a couple of miles from the academy when the Peterson's bickering got the better of them. They were trying to figure out what they were going to do with Ethan, they hadn't planned on taking both boys, and Michelle's lead foot drew the attention of a state trooper. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, what are we going to do?" said Michelle nervously, when the troopers lights and siren came on. "Pull over," he stated, then looked at the boys, "Either of you says a word and you're dead, got it?" The boys didn't say a word, they nodded their agreement. "Is there a problem officer?" asked Michelle, almost on the verge of panic. Something isn't right here, thought Officer Diaz. The woman driving the van seemed entirely to agitated over a potential speeding ticket, the man in the passenger seat was fidgeting nervously, and then he spotted the boys. The two dark haired boys were huddled together and though it was late fall and the weather was turning cold, he couldn't figure out why they would be trembling. It was then that Ethan made eye contact with Officer Diaz and mouthed the words, "help us." "Ok folks, I'm going to need you to step out of the vehicle, real slow," said Officer Diaz, his hand resting on his gun. Terry pulled the pistol from his belt and shot Officer Diaz, it happened so quickly it was like slow motion. The boys screamed in terror, the muzzle flashed and the officer went down, while Terry shouted at Michelle. "GO, GO, GO." It was a lucky thing that Officer Diaz was alert, he saw the gun come up, knew he wouldn't be able to unhook the safety strap and pull his in time to return fire, so he leaned away from the blast and that saved his live. The bullet hit his shoulder, instead of his chest, and though the wound was serious, it wasn't critical. It took all his strength, but he was able to make it back to his cruiser and his radio. "Dispatch, this is Diaz," he panted, "Shots fired, officer down." I was about to pack up and leave my office for the day when Mrs. Carson, my assistant, buzzed me on the intercom. "Dr. Clark?" she called. "Yes?" I replied. "There is a Detective Singer from the New Haven Police Department here, he doesn't have an appointment," she stated. "Oh, please send him in," I answered. I had no idea what Detective Singer wanted, or why he hadn't called, but with Aiden's attacker in jail and his ex-foster parents awaiting trial, I assumed it was just a formality. I rose from my desk and crossed the floor to shake hands with him, as he walked in, and quickly made note of the harried look on his face. "Sorry to bother you like this, Dr. Clark, but there's been a development and I thought I should come straight here," said Detective Singer. "Oh, nothing to serious I hope, please, have a seat," I offered, directing him to a chair. "I don't want to alarm you but Terry and Michelle Peterson are missing," said Detective Singer. "What, how?" I asked incredulously. "We're still trying to figure it out, officers were dispatched to their apartment when their ankle bracelets stopped working this morning, but when they got there, the Petersons were gone," the detective explained. "Ok, what happens now?" I asked. "We're looking for them, we'll find them, but..." he started. "But what," I asked nervously. "I got over there as soon as I heard what happened. I searched the place and, well, there was a newspaper clipping on the nightstand, a picture of your boy, something about a track meet," said Detective Singer. "Cross country, Aiden's a runner, oh my god..." I exclaimed. "Look Doc, there's no reason to panic but..." said Detective Singer. "But your first instinct was to come and warn us," I replied. "Well, yes," acknowledged the detective. I quickly buzzed my secretary. "Mrs. Carson, can you please have Mr. Hunt come to my office?" I asked. "Right away Headmaster," she replied. "Who is Mr. Hunt?" asked Detective Singer. "Our chief of security," I explained, as I dialed the phone. "Headmasters Residence," answered Mrs. Pennybaker. "Hi, it's Dr. Clark, Mrs. P, are the boys there with you?" I asked. "Jack and Nicky are upstairs doing their homework," she stated. "What about Ethan and Aiden?" I asked. "They haven't come home from practice, I don't expect them for another half hour, is everything alright sir?" she asked. "I can't explain right now but please don't let the boys leave the house and call me the minute Ethan and Aiden walk in the door, I'm sending someone from security to stand outside," I explained before hanging up. I was about to call Cam when Mr. Hunt walked in. Graham Hunt was no rent-a-cop, he was a retired U.S. Marshal. With so many children of the rich and famous attending out school, we took security seriously. I explained the situation to Graham but we were interrupted when a student burst through the door. "I'm sorry Dr. Clark, he ran right past me," said Mrs. Carson, who ran in right behind the boy. I recognized him from the cross country team, his name was Tyler, he was a friend of Ethan and Aiden, the realization made my stomach drop. "Tyler, what are..." I started. "Van," he stuttered, trying to catch his breath, "Van, Dr. Clark, took Ethan and Aiden." Detective Singer and Mr. Hunt took over at that point. They questioned Tyler, got every ounce of information they could from him, while I slumped into my chair. A day that had started out so normally came crashing down around me. I knew why the Peterson's would want Aiden, he was the principal witness against them, and I suspected they took Ethan because it was easier then separating the two, what scared me, what had me on the verge of vomiting, was the fact that I knew they had nothing to gain by keeping my boys alive. That's when I called Cam. He said he was going to leave the hospital immediately, he called his department head and told him he was leaving, when he explained why, the chief of surgery had Cam flown back to the academy on the hospital's emergency response chopper. Detective Singer took charge of the situation immediately; he coordinated with the state police while Graham Hunt put the academy on lockdown. We moved the command center to our home and we soon had an army of police officers in our kitchen, spreading maps on the counters and coordinating with units all over the area, an all points bulletin went out describing the van and giving the first three numbers of its plate, courtesy of Tyler Garrison. When Cam's chopper landed on the football field, a security officer was waiting there and immediately drove him home. After we hugged, we explained the situation to Jack and Nicky. Jack took it ok, he looked angry but he was holding up, Nicky on the other hand lost it. He sobbed uncontrollably, Ethan was his big brother and he loved him dearly, they had been through so much together. Then there was Aiden, like all of us, Nicky felt protective over him and all he could think about was that we'd never see the twins again. He was so hysterical that Cam had to give him a sedative. "I'll take care of him," said Jack, picking up Nicky and holding him tightly. "Thanks Jack," said Cam. "Uncle Cam, Uncle Brenden, you get them back, ok? Whatever you have to do, please bring them home," said Jack, as his lower lip started to quiver. We hugged our nephew and it took all of our strength not to break down, we had to be strong to get through this. There would be time for tears when this was over, right now; if we were going to get our boys back we had to keep a clear head. "Jesus Christ, Terry, you shot a cop," said Michelle. They had pulled up to a house in a run-down cul-du-sac, the house was a foreclosure and they had decided to use it when they agreed that Aiden had to be eliminated. Their plan had fallen apart rapidly, first there had been two boys running through the path in the woods, and they looked alike, then they'd been pulled over and were now not only kidnappers but cop killers. The first thing they had done when they reached the house was to tie the boys up in one of the bedrooms. They were seated in wooden chairs, back to back, their wrists tied behind them, their ankles to the chair legs. "I know Michelle, I know," shouted Terry. "Well what the fuck are we going to do about it?" Michelle shouted back. "Change of plans, instead of killing them, we'll hold them for ransom, we'll use them as leverage to get the hell out of here," Terry explained. "Oh my God, are you fucking insane?" said Michelle. "Well unless you got a better idea," Terry shouted back. "Terry, we're gonna get killed, let's just leave them here and get the hell out," Michelle pleaded. "Just let me think, there's got to be a way to come out on top," said Terry. Back at our house, Cam and I answered every question the police could come up with, anything that might help them find the boys. That didn't last long, we hadn't seen any strange activity around the academy and we hadn't been in contact with anyone that knew the Petersons. The only way they'd been able to find out where Aiden was, was from that newspaper story, celebrating his victory. Every second the boys were gone felt like an eternity, the only way we kept from losing it was to help Mrs. Pennybaker make sandwiches for the cops. It wasn't much, but if you concentrate very hard, even a sandwich can occupy your mind. "Dr. Clark, Dr. Tucker, can I speak to you in here for a moment?" asked Detective Singer, directing us into the study. "Ok, we've got some news but you're going to want to sit down for this," he stated. "What is it? Did you find them? Are they..." said Cam. "Whoa, whoa, no we haven't found them, and don't even think about what you were going to say," said Detective Singer, "As god as my witness, we're going to find those boys." "Ok, let's all calm down, what was it you wanted to tell us?" I asked. "As they were making their escape from the vicinity, the Peterson's got pulled over for speeding by a state trooper," said Detective Singer. "How do you know it was them?" asked Cam. "The man and woman in the front seat match the description of Michelle and Terry Peterson, there were two boys, age 13 or 14 in the back seat, the officer described them as twins, that's gotta be our vehicle, right?" said the detective. "So he stopped them, got the boys out?" I asked. "Not exactly, Terry Peterson shot the officer," said Detective Singer. "Oh Jesus, of God," said Cam. I felt myself going weak in the knees. "Look, I know this is hard for you but in a way this is good news," said the detective, "If they were going to kill the boys I don't think they would have taken them, they'd have just shot them and left them in the woods." The detective went on to reassure us, explained his reasons why he believed the Peterson's were still holding onto the boys. "What about the officer that was shot," asked Cam, when he'd calmed down a little. "He's ok, Terry Peterson is a bad shot, that's also good news, the officer got us their full license plate and a full description of the vehicle," said the detective. "Detective, there's one thing I don't get," I stated, "what took so long for them to connect the officers shooting with our case?" "Things are happening quickly, sometimes it's just a matter of the right information landing on the right desk at the right time, I know you don't want to hear it now but you have to trust the system," said the detective. "Yeah but what if..." I followed, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. "Yeah, what is it," Detective Singer called out. "Sir, there's been a development, I think you'll want to hear this," said the uniformed police officer that stuck his head in the door. Ten minutes later, we were in the detective's car with the lights flashing, headed to an abandoned house two towns over. "Ok, when we get there, you two stay by the car, the state police have jurisdiction, we have to stay out of their way, got it?" asked Detective Singer. "Of course, we understand," I replied. The house that Michelle and Terry Peterson had selected as their hideout had been foreclosed on 6 months ago and had been sitting vacant. When a neighbor heard people in there, arguing, he'd immediately called the police. A patrol car was dispatched and the officer arrived on the scene to discover a van matching the description of a vehicle involved in a kidnapping and an officer related shooting. When he got a look at the plate, his suspicion was concerned and he called it into headquarters. Quickly and quietly, state troopers surrounded the area and extracted the residents of the homes closest to the crime scene. They were waiting for a SWAT team to arrive but were reluctant to hit the house, least they injure one of the boys. The scene was contained, and the officer in command decided to attempt communication with the suspects. Inside, the boys sat quietly tied to their chairs, two scared to make a sound. "Aiden, what are you doing?" whispered Ethan, when he felt movement. "I think I can get my hand out," said Aiden. "Aiden be careful, if they catch us..." said Ethan. "Ethan, I know these people, trust me, we have to get out of here," said Aiden. He was remarkably calm. After all that had happened to him, and all that had changed for him, Aiden wasn't about to let the Peterson's ruin his new life or hurt Ethan, he was determined to get them out. It took some doing but after struggling for a few minutes, Aiden managed to free his hand. With that done, it was simple to untie the rope that had bound his wrists, his only mistake was trying to untie Ethan's wrists before he untied his own ankles. "Terry and Michelle Peterson, this is the Connecticut State Police, we have you surrounded, come out with your hands up," said the state police major, sounding like something from a bad movie. "Oh my god, how the fuck did they find us so fast?" exclaimed Michelle. "I don't know, but it's ok," said Terry. "Ok, are you nuts? We're surrounded," said Michelle. "They aren't going to do shit while we've got the boys, if they were they'd have hit the place already," Terry explained. "Ok Dillinger, what do we do now?" Michelle scoffed. "For starters, I'm going to go check on those boys, make sure they aren't up to anything, as long as we have them, we're safe," said Terry. Terry didn't say anything when he entered the room; he quickly dropped down to make sure that Aiden was securely tied to the chair. While Terry was checking Aiden's ankle, Aiden made his move. With his hands free, Aiden lunged at Terry, knocking him to the ground. "Filthy rotten mother fucker," Aiden shouted as he took out a year of rape and torture on his former foster parent. Aiden smashed his fists into Terry's face, struggled with the bonds at his ankles and tried to kick wildly. He did everything he could to hurt the man who had hurt him so badly and it was working, Terry's face was quickly becoming a bloody mess. "Ah, fuck, Michelle, help me," shouted Terry, while Aiden continued to wail on his face. Ethan struggled to free himself so that he could help Aiden, but his wrists were still bound. Almost there, Ethan said to himself, while he worked to free his hands. Just then, Michelle burst into the room, Terry's gun pointed out ahead of her. "NO!" shouted Ethan, when she pointed the gun at Aiden. Michelle didn't have a clear shot and she'd never get one. Ethan used what momentum he had to launch himself at Michelle, taking her to the ground with his shoulder. He lay across her body, to keep her from getting up, and was finally able to get his hands free. Across from them, Terry had gained the upper hand and was about to strike Aiden when Ethan kicked at him, breaking the chair leg and taking Terry in the side, knocking off of Aiden. Ethan then turned his attention to the gun, he tried desperately to pull it away from her but she had a death grip on the pistol and wouldn't let go. Michelle was stronger then she looked and with a leg still tied to the chair, Ethan wasn't in a strong position to wrestle her. He concentrated on the gun and did everything he could to get it away from her. Outside the house, the police were still waiting for some kind of acknowledgement from the Peterson's. They'd been ordered to surrender but so far they hadn't done anything to single the police. "How long until the SWAT team gets here?" I asked. "They're till 15 minutes out," said the lead officer. "I could be in New York in 15 minutes," I exaggerated, "what's the hold..." But that's when we heard it. A very distinct sound, first one gunshot, then another, there was no question about where they came from. "NOOOOOOOOOO," I shouted, and instantly felt Detective Singer grab me from behind before my feet could move towards the house. "ETHAN, AIDEN!" shouted Cam, held back by another officer. "God damn it," swore the officer in command, "All units, shots fired, shots fired, hit the house, go, go, go." "Jesus, someone get an ambulance."