Care
By Li'l Ninja
nifty_little_ninja@proton.me
https://LittleNinja.world

Super serious disclaimer: The characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any possible resemblances to real-life people or events within this story are purely coincidental, I swear! This story contains naughty things that you might find...well... naughty. If naughty stuff offends you or it is illegal for you to read in your state, country, town, city, or whatever, then bugger off elsewhere! - Or just use a VPN or something - If not, then grab a box of tissues [for your eyes, you dirty sod!] and let's get started.

A Note From The Ninja: This chapter was extremely hard to write and some of you may find it very hard to read. If I'm being honest, I have kinda been putting off writing it. It contains some very distressing scenes. Due to this, I will only follow one timeline in this chapter. Therefore, it is going to be quite a short chapter, too. Although the conclusion to this chapter is critical to the storyline, the content is not. So if you decide not to read it, then you won't be missing anything super important. The end of the chapter will be repeated in Chapter 12. And anyone skipping this chapter will still know the conclusion. I thought this would be the best way to deal with this as I don't want to lose any of you awesome readers by making you endure the graphic and distressing scenes in this chapter. As for those of you who decide to keep reading, don't say I didn't warn you!

Lastly, I do not promote or condone any of the actions in these scenes. Anyone who abuses children in such ways deserves to be tied up in a sack and bludgeoned using a baseball bat that has rusty nails sticking out of it! I'm sure none of my readers would do such things. However, I just wanted to stress the point that, just because it is a topic that is explored in this story, I take absolutely no pleasure in writing it. In fact, it's been somewhat distressful for me to write. Children should be protected, loved, and cared for properly. Anyone who does otherwise should seek professional help immediately!

Okay, lengthy warning over! Let's get this over and done with.

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Chapter 11: Three In The Bag

Previously:

Saturday, 15th December 1990 - Twin Rescue Day
Chase was super excited to see the twins again. He wondered what the looks on their faces would be like when they saw him turn up with a huge set of bolt cutters in hand. His adrenaline had his heart pumping hard. However, he knew that if worse came to worse, he would just make a run for the window again. Those two fat, old men were far too slow for him.

After hopping the small fence into the back garden of the house, Chase went up to the broken window which had been boarded up with a piece of OSB board. Pulling a small penknife from his pocket, Chase used the blade to lever the board away from the broken window. He stuck his head through the window and listened; nothing but silence.

**

Kneeled against the oak tree, Miles waited anxiously for Chase's return. Every minute that went by felt like an entire age. He looked at his watch to see Chase had only been gone just over two minutes. So Miles kept watching and waiting. He saw the odd person walk by, the occasional car, but no vans. The last thing he wanted to see was a van.

**

Chase's feet landed on the hard wooden floor of the kitchen. Bolt-cutters in hand, the 8-year-old boy walked as silently as he could towards the room where the twins were being held. He was sure he could hear soft moans coming from inside the room. However, they instantly stopped when he began sliding the bolt to the door open.

Chase gulped hard as he slowly opened the door.

**

Miles checked his watch for the hundredth time. Three and a half minutes had gone by.

Then, Miles saw something he really didn't want to see. He nearly choked on his heart as it leapt into his mouth. A white van was driving towards the house. Miles sprang into action and began running to the back garden of the house. However, he stopped when he saw the van drive straight past. By now, Miles was a nervous wreck and wished that Chase would hurry up and get his ass out of there. He considered continuing towards the house to go and get his best friend. But he had promised him he wouldn't enter the house under any circumstances. With a sigh, Miles nervously walked back to the oak tree.

**

"Chase! What are you doing here again?" a very shocked Declan asked when he saw the blonde-haired boy enter the room. "You're going to get yourself killed or worse!"
"I told you I'd come back for both of you," Chase said as he held the large bolt cutters up above his head like it was Excalibur or something.
"Youww cwazy," said Dylan. "Sewiously, you should go. Decky is wwight, youww going to get in big twouble." But Chase was already working the chain into the jaws of the bolt-cutters.

**

Miles checked his watch again. Chase had been gone for nearly five minutes. He only had two more minutes left. But then, it all went horribly, horribly wrong. Something they had totally overlooked in their plan happened and Miles was powerless to stop it.

**

"Fucking shiiiiiit," Chase said as he strained every ounce of strength he had into cutting into the thick chain that held the door of the cage locked shut.

With a satisfying snap, the jaws of the bolt-cutters suddenly closed as the thick chain cleaved open. He had done it. All three boys became incredibly excited. Chase began quickly pulling the chain from the bars as it made a noisy rattle.

**

"Oh no. No-no-no-no-no," Miles whimpered to himself as, what he originally thought were two pedestrians, walked up the driveway to the house. Once they got to the front door, they nodded at one another and one of the people headed round to the back of the house.

The house was simply too far away to reach in time and all Miles could do was watch the events unfold before his eyes. He cursed himself for even letting his best friend do something so brazen. All he could do was hope that, somehow, Chase would be able to make his escape.

**

Chase yanked the door to the cage open and helped the twins out and to their feet.

The two twins hugged Chase tightly and thanked him.
"Yeah, yeah, we can continue this fucking adorable little date when we get ourselves the fuck out of this shithole," Chase said with a smirk. Although, there was a genuine sense of urgency in his voice. He really didn't want to hang around a split second longer than he absolutely had to.

The twins wrapped their blankets around their naked bodies as Chase grabbed his bolt cutters and made for the door. However, they stopped in their tracks as they heard the sound of the front door being unlocked.
"Fuck! Shit!" Chase knew this had been far too easy. "Kitchen window. Go. Now!" he commanded as the front door to the house swung open.

Chase threw the heavy bolt-cutters at the man coming in the door, cracking him right in the head.
"You fuckin' little cunt," the man cursed angrily in a thick Nottinghamshire accent. "I'm gonna fuck that little arse of yours 'till ya fuckin' bleed."

Chase turned around and started running down the hallway, the twins were a little ahead of him. But just before the twins made it to the doorway of the kitchen, they literally ran into the second man. The second man reached behind himself, pulled a pistol out from the small of his back and cocked the hammer with a click.

The boys looked behind them to see the first man. He was holding the bleeding cut above his eye with one hand and pointing a small revolver at the boys with his other. All three boys were trapped in the hallway with no way out.

"Well, well, well," mocked the first man. "Wot do we 'ave 'ere then?"

Continued:

"Fuck you! Let them go, you prick!" Chase spat out angrily. Surprisingly enough, this wasn't the first time he had had a gun pointed at him. He was definitely scared, but he wasn't going to give the men the satisfaction of showing it.

"My, my," the first man mocked again. "Look Jerry, we 'ave a right feisty one 'ere. I like 'em feisty. It's so much fun ta break 'um." he said. The way he said the word 'break' sent a shiver down the twin's spines and made them feel sick. They knew exactly what this man was capable of.

"Fuck off, you filthy paedophile!" Chase retorted.

"That's a big word for such a cute little boy," Said Jerry. "I wonder if he can spell it, huh, Darren?" Jerry's tone of voice didn't seem to carry the same hateful venom that Darren's did. But there was something about the second man that just made Chase's skin crawl. However, Chase hadn't just cracked Jerry around the head with a set of bolt cutters a few minutes ago and that could have something to do with it.

"I'll make 'im spell it while ah' fuck 'is sweet little arse wiv a power drill," Darren said with an evil grin, making Chase's bravado falter somewhat. This whole time the twins were saying nothing. They knew from experience that if they uttered a single word, it would just make everything a whole lot worse for all three of them. Although, when Declan noticed that Dylan was shaking and silently crying with tears streaming down his face, he took hold of his brother's hand and squeezed it gently to try and discreetly comfort him.

"You're a sick fuck!" Chase said angrily after regaining his composure a little.

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Darren laughed out loudly before looking back down at the little blonde boy with a grin. "Little Boy, you 'ave no fuckin' idea." This seriously unnerved Chase as he realised that he must be dealing with some kind of psychopath.

"You're just lucky that I 'ave some business to attend ta. It'll give ya some chance to recover," Darren said slyly. He could see the young blonde was backing down. However, he knew he had to teach the boy a lesson about how things run in their house.

"What?" Chase said as he gulped.

"Well I've gotta get even first," Darren replied matter-of-factly while taking a step closer to Chase.

"Huh wha – " Chase began to say before Darren struck the but of his revolver across the young boy's forehead, flooring him instantly. Chase's vision quickly faded to blackness as he collapsed to the floor unconscious.

"And you two..." Darren said in a low tone, stepping over Chase's lifeless body to get to the two trembling twins. "We feed ya, fuck ya, put a roof over yer 'eads and this is 'ow ya repay us?" He actually sounded like there was a level of genuine hurt in his voice, shocking the two brothers a little. However, they both then felt the sharp sting of the back of his hand across their faces. "Now gerr'in yer fuckin' cage," he hissed angrily through gritted teeth as he glared at the brothers, his face only inches from their own.

The two twins, who now both had tears streaming down their faces nodded meekly before quickly heading back to the room, climbing into their cage and closing the door. They were happy to still be alive and that Darren hadn't beaten them senseless. However, they knew that they weren't going to get away with this that easy and that night was going to be horrible.

The two men quickly stripped the unconscious boy and both of them gave each other perverse smiles as they looked down at his naked body.

"We're gonna 'ave a lorra fun wiv this one," Darren said with an evil grin. "Ger'im in tha cage. I'll go gerr'another chain since 'ee fucked that one."

"Wait, Boys," Jerry said, walking into the room carrying a still-unconscious Chase in his arms. "He's going to have to stay in with you for now. Sorry." Although Jerry was by no means 'nice' to the boys. He was considerably less violent and over the top with them. He also seemed to, at times, be almost sympathetic to the more extreme things that Darren put them through.

"Uhh. Okay. Can he get a blanket and a pillow though?" Declan asked as he opened the cage door again. He knew what the answer would probably be but he also knew that Jerry was unlikely to punish him for asking.

"Not gonna happen tonight," Jerry said, shaking his head. "You've seriously pissed him off you know. Why would you do something so stupid?" he then asked rhetorically as he passed the blonde-haired boy into the waiting arms of the two twins. "Look," he said quietly with a small sigh, "I'll try and get him to take it easy on you tonight. But you know I can't promise anything." The twins nodded as they tried to get Chase into a comfortable position in the cramped space.

"'Ere. I gorra new chain frum upstairs," Darren said as he appeared in the doorway before heading over to Jerry and passing him the chain. "I'm gonna go sort out what that fuck did tuh ma eye. See yah upstairs in a min, yeah?"

"Yeah. I'll only be a minute, Daz."

***

"Oww. Shit," Chase groaned as he began to regain consciousness. He had been out cold for well over five minutes.

"Hey, hey. Weelax," Dylan said softly as he gently brushed his fingers through Chase's hair.

"Huh? Dylan??" Chase asked in a confused tone as he opened his eyes. "Where am I?" Although he had opened his eyes, he could barely see anything due to the darkness of the room. He actually worried his eyes weren't working for a moment until he saw Dylan's face peering down at him.

"Chase, you shouldn't have come here," said Declan sadly. "You're stuck here now."

"Huh?" Chase said. He couldn't quite remember what had happened. However, as his eyes began to adjust to the dark he began to make out features of the room around him. He quickly sat up as he saw, what he thought looked like, bars directly above him. "Owwww," he then cried out in pain. His head was pounding and moving so quickly felt like someone stepping on his brain.

"I said weelax, Chase," Dylan said as he rubbed the blonde-haired boy's back a little.

"Am I... Is this... Are these...?" Chase said before slowly reaching his arm out and touching the bars of the cage he was in. "Oh fuck. No-no-no-no-no. Fuck no," Chase said as his heart began to race and he began to panic. "I need to get..." he started to say as he instinctively went to stand up. "Ahhh, FUCK!" he cried out as he hit his tender head on the inside of the cage. This time it felt like someone had dropped a rock on the top of his brain. This was too much for the blonde 8-year-old boy and he began to break down crying.

"Hey, shhh," Dylan said softly as both of the twins wrapped their arms around him and hugged him tightly. Chase could only bawl his eyes out into Declan's shoulder as they both did all they could to soothe him and let him get it out of his system. However, both brothers couldn't help but think about how they had felt when they had the very same realisation that their blonde friend was trying to deal with. This set the twins off crying too. And for a good half an hour, all three boys cried and did their best to comfort one another.

*

"So... So... Shit, I'm really trapped here?" Chase said. They had all stopped crying about 10 minutes earlier and they all felt exhausted and drained. But Chase was running the entire scenario through his head over and over again.

"Yeah, Chase. Sorry, Dude," Declan said sympathetically while giving the blonde boy a squeeze around his torso. Chase was laid in the middle of the two twins with both of them cuddled up close to him, doing their best to comfort their new friend. They had placed the two blankets they had between them over the top of all three of them to keep warm. And Chase had to admit, that with the body warmth of the twins on either side of him and the blankets on top of them, he was nicely warm and cosy, if not a little uncomfortable in the cramped space.

"Fuck," Chase sighed loudly. After a moment's silence, Chase let out a little giggle.

"Chase?" Declan asked curiously. He wondered what on earth the boy could have to laugh about.

"Well shit," Chase said with another giggle, "I guess if I had to be a sex slave, I guess I'd want to do it with two of the hottest boys on Earth," Chase said. He was now fully laughing, causing the two twins to haunch themselves onto their elbows and look down at their blonde-haired friend with a slightly bemused look on their faces. "Awhh, now com'on, don't look at me like that," he then said in a mock sad tone before reaching up to kiss each of the twins on their cheeks."

"You'ww cwazy," Said Dylan. Although he was blushing a little after just being kissed by his cute blonde friend.

"Maybe. But I'm nothing like that fucking Loony-Toon out there," Chase retorted while giggling and sticking his tongue out. Both twins looked at the cute blonde boy in amazement and simply shook their heads and smiled before settling back down next to him again. "We need to get out of here, guys."

"No... Chase. No!" Dylan said firmly. "They will kill us if we twwy to escape again."

"Shit... What, you don't think that's what they'll do once they're finished with us? Or when we get too old?" Chase said thoughtfully. He had seen the news enough to know that when kids went missing, they usually got found dead in a forest somewhere a few months later. "I mean, by the sounds of what that man wants to do to me with a power drill, I'm not going to last long anyway." The very thought of what Darren had said made his stomach churn.

"He won't actually do that," Declan said. Although, he sounded very unsure of himself. "He usually just teases us to scare us. But sometimes he does..." he trailed off as he thought more about Darren and what he was capable of.

"I'm fucked aren't I?" Chase said sadly. Neither of the twins answered. "Shit. Fuck... Okay, I need you two to tell me what goes off and how everything works. I need to figure out a plan to get out of here. You two can stay if you want but I'm going to take any opportunity I can to go." There was no way he was going to give up on the twins. But he had decided that if he could get away, he would go to the police and explain everything. He didn't care if he ended up in a young offender's institution any longer. He was going to do whatever he could to get the twins out of their cage and away from that sick psychopath.

"Fine. But, Chase, if they catch you then Darren will make you wish you were dead," Declan said firmly.

Chase thought seriously about Declan's words for a few moments before saying, "I understand. Now tell me everything."

***

"Darren, take it easy on the boys tonight," Jerry said in a shaky voice.

"Ya wot? Ye'r 'avin a laugh, right?" Darren said, laughing under his breath. "Nah Mate, norra chance."

"Com'on, Daz. If you go over the top again..." Jerry began to say before getting interrupted.

"Over the top? Over the fuckin' top!??" Darren shouted as his face got redder and his voice got louder. "Look wot that little fuckin' shit did ta mah eye, Jerry!" he practically screamed.

"D-D-Daz, calm down please," Jerry pleaded. "J-just don't hurt the blonde boy too much. I don't want to have to d-dispose of another body again."

"Why? We still got two more." Darren spat back matter-of-factly.

"You know doing that is dangerous. If we get caught..." Jerry explained before being interrupted again.

"'Aving 'im 'ere is dangerous. Boys like that are fuckin' liabilities, Jerry. You know that. Wot if 'ee gets out, huh?"

Jerry thought carefully about what Darren was saying. He might be a psycho, but he knew what he was talking about when it came to this kind of thing. He had been doing it for a long time before finally retiring from the organisation a few months earlier.

"Yeah, you're right," Jerry finally conceded with a sigh.

"Look," Darren said with a sigh, "I'm keepin' 'im around fer a couple-a days fer some fun anyway. If ah can break 'im quick enough, we can keep 'im. But you're gonna cover 'is food bill," he said with a smirk. Jerry smiled back at him. "Ye'r too soft fer ye'r own good you know, Jerry."

***

"Fuck... That's it. It's so obvious," Chase said excitedly. He had been listening intently to Declan and Dylan explain the protocols of the house and thinking up numerous possible schemes to get himself out. Although, he really wanted to come up with one where he could get all three of them out.

"It's not going to be as bad as the last idea, is it?" Declan said with a smirk. He had heard Chase come up with almost a dozen ideas already that ranged from highly risky ideas that may potentially work to the absurdly impossible. However, he had to admit that he admired the blonde boy's determination and courage and that he found it inspiring.

"Shut up," Chase said with a grin. Although he did have to admit that his idea of enticing the men into the cage with them, quickly escaping and then locking them inside was a little on the far-fetched side.

"O'tay... So what's the idea?" Dylan asked, trying to hold back giggles from the other two boys' back-and-forth banter.

"We just need to startle or stun the men for long enough for us to slip out of the door and latch them in. By the time they can manage to break the door down, we will be long gone," Chase explained in an excited voice.

"So it's basically your last idea but bigger?" Declan stated in a half-sarcastic tone. Although he had to admit, it was a realistic plan that could work. However, there was one part of the plan he didn't understand and it was pretty key to the whole thing working.

"How we going to stawwtle ouw stun them though?" Dylan asked.

"Well..." Chase said with a sly grin.

***

Miles could only look on helplessly as the two men entered the house. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt a cold shiver run the entire length of his spine. The boy had no idea what to do. He considered ignoring Chase's warning and going in after him. However, he knew that if he got caught, then they would all be trapped there and absolutely no one would know where they were.

Miles eventually decided that he would wait for ten minutes in the hopes that his friend would be able to make his escape. If he didn't then he would run home and tell his mother. Hopefully, she would be able to help in some way or another.

He spent the next ten minutes anxiously alternating between looking at the house and his watch. He was holding onto the belief that Chase would be able to get himself out of the house. After all, Chase was small, fast, nimble, and knew how to defend himself. However, once the tenth minute was up, Miles' heart sank. He knew his best friend was not coming out. He just hoped that Chase was okay and that his mum would be able to help somehow.

Miles wiped away the tears that were building up in his eyes. After a sniffle, he took a deep breath and began sprinting to his house.

***

"Right, so it's settled then? We're all in on this shit?" Chase asked. Sure his plan was risky and dangerous. And if it didn't work out then the boys would be in a world of shit. However, it was relatively simple; if they timed it right and moved quickly, it should work out just fine. They had also agreed that, even if only one of them could get away, they would go and let an adult know right away.

"Yeah," both twins said in unison while nodding. They were worried that the men would probably kill them if the plan didn't work out or if they got caught. However, Chase was right; they were almost certainly going to end up dead once the men had finished with them anyway. They certainly weren't simply going to let them go free.

"Great. Don't worry, Dudes. We're getting the fuck out of this place tonight," Chase said confidently with a smile.

"How's youww head feeling, Chasey?" Dylan asked. The cut above his eye had stopped bleeding quite some time ago. But he was still worried about his new friend.

"It still hurts a little. My headache is still there but it's no way near as bad as it was. I might have a little nap though. I'm exhausted," Chase explained honestly. It may have still been quite early in the day. But, with everything that had happened that day already, he was feeling really sleepy and needed to make sure he was well-rested for that night.

"Yeah, we should probably take a nap, too," Declan stated. They were feeling just as tired as Chase was.

So, all three boys laid down together. Again, Chase was in the middle with one of the hot, naked twins snuggled up on either side of his own naked body. And despite the horrific situation that Chase was in, he was actually able to fall asleep quite quickly.

*

All three boys awoke to the sound of the latch on the door opening.

"Hey, Boys," said Jerry as he walked into the room. The boys had to shield their sleepy eyes from the light that entered the room through the doorway. "It's dinner time." The man carried a tray containing three bowls of Macaroni Cheese. He set the tray down on the floor next to the cage and unlocked the padlock before pulling the chain out from the bars of the cage door.

"Is that makky-cheese?" Dylan asked excitedly.

"Yeah," Jerry said with a smile. He knew the twins loved it and that they were in for a rough night. So he decided to make their favourite food as a gesture of goodwill.

"Yesss," Dylan said quietly.

Once the caged door was open, Chase seriously considered making a dash for it. After all, there was only one of the men there. However, he spotted the man's pistol that was in a holster on his belt and quickly decided it wasn't worth it. He just had to be patient. He was certain the men would also have their guns on them later that night when they planned to make their escape. However, he hoped that they would be unable to use them... Until they had quickly gotten out of the room at least.

"Here," Jerry said as he passed all three boys a bowl. "Oh... And here," he then said as he passed in a plate containing some slices of buttered bread. "I'll be back in about an hour to see if you guys need to toilet."

"Thank you," Dylan said politely before feeling his brother's eye's scowling at him.

"Err, you're welcome," Jerry said before giving a small half-smile. He could never understand that, despite the despicable things he had done to the boy, he still remained relatively courteous. However, it only made him more attracted to the boy and he wished that his relationship with him could be on different terms. But he knew that was never going to happen. "Okay, I'll see you lot in an hour," he said slightly awkwardly before chaining up the gate and leaving the room.

"Urgh, why are you always so nice to him, Dylan?" Declan asked in an annoyed tone after hearing the bolt to the door slide shut.

"He j-just bwwinged us makky-cheese," Dylan said in a sad tone as he looked down, knowing his brother hated him thanking any of the men in any way.

"Dylan... Urgh, I give up," Declan said with a defeated grunt.

"These people hurt you, Dylan," Chase said in an attempt to help Declan out. He knew exactly what he was trying to say. "You shouldn't be nice to either of them, no matter what they may occasionally do for you."

"But... But..." Dylan said almost pleadingly. It just wasn't in his nature to be rude or mean to people. He understood what his brother and Chase were trying to tell him. But he found it incredibly hard to act the way he was being told to act. "I... I just can't. I'm sowwie."

Declan thought hard for a few moments before saying "Hey, Dylan... I'm sorry. Don't change yourself for anyone... Not even me. You're perfect how you are. The way you love everyone and appreciate every little thing is what makes you, well... You. It's what makes us different and it's what makes us such a perfect team." Declan looked at his brother as his eyes glazed over slightly with tears. He really did love his brother's softer temperament and, although it made him more vulnerable at times, it certainly helped in his favour at other times. Where Declan was more headstrong, direct and protective, Dylan provided a more soft, gentle and loving way of thinking that really served the twins, as a team, well sometimes. Dylan really was the 'Yang' to Declan's 'Ying'.

"I-I'm sowwie for being such a fucking pussy," Dylan said, shocking both his brother and Chase. The boy barely ever used bad language. And although Chases didn't know Dylan well enough yet, he could tell that he wasn't one to use those kinds of words regularly.

"Dylan, I mean it," Declan said firmly. He was a little annoyed that Chase had clearly brought the idea of using bad language to his brother. However, he knew that it wasn't the direct cause of the problem.

"Dylan..." Chase started before leaning in and giving the boy a deeply passionate kiss. Although, he didn't want to draw it out too long and make Declan feel uncomfortable. "You are you. That is why I like you. That is why I like you a lot-lot," he then said before leaning back slightly so he could stare into the boy's beautiful stone-grey marble eyes that seemed to twinkle as he smiled at him.

After a few moments of thinking, Dylan leaned forwards slightly and gave Chase a light peck on the lips before saying, "Thank you. I-I just get shy sometimes and feel that I'm weak or pathetic – "

"You're not – " Chase began to say, interrupting his friend. However, he was quickly interrupted, himself.

"But... Now I know I'm not. I'm just different. And what me and Decky have makes us even stwonguww than eithuww of us would be alone," Dylan stated in a tone that suggested he had just figured out the meaning of life itself.

Declan grinned at his brother happily before pulling him into a tight embrace. He wanted to kiss him so badly. But he knew if he started kissing him, he wouldn't stop for hours.

"I love you so much, Dylan. You're just... Well... I just can't put it into words what you mean to me," Declan said as he held his naked brother as close to him as he could.

"I love you too, Dec-a-lan. You'ww the Yin to my Yang," Dylan whispered into Declan's ear as he held his brother just as tightly. Chase was trying his hardest to hold back his tears. This was an incredibly emotional moment and, although Chase wasn't an overly-emotional boy, he couldn't help but get a little choked up by witnessing the love that the two twins clearly had for one another.

After holding their embrace for a while, Declan said, "Hey, let's eat our mac and cheese before it gets cold, huh?" He pulled back a little from his brother and looked into his eyes before kissing him gently on his lips. Dylan only smiled and nodded, causing a tear to break free from one of his eyes. Declan knew that it was a happy tear as he wiped it away gently with his thumb. He then kissed Dylan's nose ever so gently, making his brother scrunch his nose up a little. He had no idea how adorable Declan found it, and that's exactly why he did it.

"I know I've said it, like a zillion times already. But you two are just too fucking adorable," Chase said, genuinely admiring the brothers' close tenderness with one another. "But can we eat? I'm fucking starving," he then said with a big grin on his face. The two twins blushed and finally got settled before all three boys picked up their bowls of 'makky-cheese' and heartily tucked in.

***

"Mum, Mum, Mum..." Miles shouted as he burst through the front door to his house.

"Miles?" a voice said excitedly.

"Miles!" another excited voice said as his two little brothers appeared at the kitchen doorway.

"Where's Mu – Ooft!" Miles' two little brothers tackled their big brother lovingly to the ground and they started hugging, tickling, poking, prodding, and kissing him. All the while, they were making one hell of a racket.

"Lemme up! Where's Mum?" Miles said frantically as he tried to get to his feet. However, the giggles of the two blonde boys attacking him drowned out his words. "Oliver, Jacob, get the fuck off me NOW!!" he then snapped in a loud and angry voice. The two very young boys instantly shut up and jumped off him.

Miles sat up and before he could get to his feet, he heard his 4-year-old brother Jacob crying.

"Oh damn... Jacob, I'm sorry," he said as he pulled his youngest brother into a tight cuddle.

"W-why are you m-mad at us," Oliver sniffled as tears ran down his cheeks.

"Oh, heck... Come here, Ollie," Miles said as he held his free arm out for his 5-year-old brother to join in the cuddle, which he did. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to sound mad at you two. You know I would never be mad at you two. But – " he explained sincerely before being cut off.

"So why did you shout and... and swear at us?" Little 4-year-old Jacob bawled into his brother's shoulder.

"Yeah!" 5-year-old Oliver said as he cried some into Miles' other shoulder.

"Jake... Ollie... Look... Uhh... I'm not mad at you I just have something important – "

"Yes, you are. You swored at us!" Jacob said as he pushed himself away from Miles with an angry pouty face.

Miles sighed in frustration before saying, "Chase is in trouble. Where's Mum??"

Oliver promptly let go of his older brother and stepped back before saying, "Chase?" Both of the younger boys covered their open mouths with their hands as Miles looked at them expectantly.

"Boys???" Miles asked impatiently, stepping back a little to look at them properly. "Where's Mum?"

"Oh... Uhh... Sorry... She's out, uhhh..." Oliver sputtered out.

"AhhhhrrrrggGGHHHHHH!" Miles shouted out in frustration. He needed to speak to his mum right away and couldn't believe she had left a 4-year-old and a 5-year-old alone in the house on their own.

"I-I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, M-Miles," Oliver sputtered. Tears were streaming down his face and his entire body was shaking with fear. He had never seen his older brother like this and he was really scared.

"Oh... Dammit. I'm so sorry, Ollie." He then kneeled down in front of both of his little brothers and pulled them into a close hug. He knew his behaviour was only slowing things down and that he had to get control of the situation in order to do what he needed to do. He took a moment to close his eyes tightly and then he inhaled a deep breath inwards. He held his breath for a few moments before letting it out slowly. "Jacob, Oliver, I'm sorry for stressing at you two. You don't deserve that. But Chase is in trouble and I need to get Mum's help as quickly as possible," he then said in the calmest voice he could manage. His body was trembling and he was breathing rapidly. However, what he had said and how he had said it was understandable to the two very young boys. He watched their eyes widen for a second before Oliver spoke out.

"Sh-she's only next door with Mr and Mrs Phillips, Miles. Go... Go get her now," Oliver said. After hearing his brother calmly explain the situation to him, he knew that he had to also get himself under control so that he could help Chase out. "Is he going to be..." he began to say, but Miles was already out of the kitchen. And a second later he heard the front door slamming shut. "W-w-what's wrong with Chase?" he then said as he broke down crying.

"I-I-I don't know. But it must be b-b-bad," Jake cried. The two little boys collapsed into each other's arms. The whole situation had really shaken them. But knowing that their blonde-haired idol, Chase, was in serious trouble, terrified them. They both thought that Chase was indestructible; a superhuman boy that could do anything. But to hear he was in real trouble was too much for their little boy brains to comprehend. Luckily, they both had one another to cuddle and cry to.

*

"Well hello, Mil – Uh... Oh," Mrs Phillips said in a shocked tone. She had just opened the door to see Miles standing there. However, instead of getting the usual cuddle from the boy, he simply barged past her, nearly knocking her over.

"Mum, Mum, Mum, Mum," Miles shouted as he ran into the Phillips's lounge.

"Miles, don't be so rude. We are talki – " his mother, Elaine said in a stern tone.

"Chase-is-in-trouble-he's-been-kidnapped-by-men-Mum-and-we-need-to-save-him-Mum-and-he's-with-the-Brown-twins-Mum-but-theyr'e-with-bad-people-and-we-need-to-help-them-right-now-please-please-Mum-please!" Miles sputtered out as quickly as he could. Elaine looked at her son in a worried way. She had never seen him this frantic before. However, she knew she had to calm him down as she barely understood a single word of what he had just said. Although, she had heard Chase's name.

"Okay, Sweetie," she said as she took his hand in her own and stroked it gently. "Take a few deep breaths in and out... In... And...Out... In... And... Out," she repeated a couple of times before she knew that he was a little calmer. Although, she could still feel him trembling. "Now, Miles... You need to slowly and calmly tell me what's wrong if you need me to help you. Do you understand me?" she said in a calm and soothing voice.

Miles nodded before saying, as calmly as he could, "Chase has been kidnapped, Mum."

"What?!" Elaine said.

"You know the Brown twins who got kidnapped a few months ago?"

"Yeah?" his mum replied in a questioning tone. Everyone in England had heard about the Brown Twins. Their photos had been all over the news at one point a few months earlier. However, Elaine was still processing what Miles had first said about Chase.

"He found them. He found them, Mum and he tried to save them but the kidnappers got him now too. We need to do something, please. We need to do something now please, Mum. Please!" Miles was starting to ramble a little quickly again. He was shaking more and was finding it hard to keep himself together. "Mum?" He then said as his mother didn't reply right away. Elaine was looking at her boy. The whole thing could have just been some kind of joke the boys were playing. However, it was clear that her son was not acting normal and when she thought back to how off her son was being that morning she was pretty sure her son wasn't making this up.

"Miles... You are telling me the truth, aren't you?" Elaine said in a firm tone.

"Of course, Mum. I wouldn't lie about something like that," Miles said in a slightly hurt and annoyed tone.

"Okay, Miles... Listen to me, Sweetie. I need you to explain to me exactly what happened and exactly where he is."

"Okay, Mum..."

***

Later that night, the three boys had been snuggled up together, chatting and giggling away. The two twins had long since adjusted to their situation and had learned to simply enjoy the time that they had alone together. However, this was Chase's first night. The twins did their best to keep Chase's mind off of what was going to happen that night but there would be times when he suddenly remembered what was in store for them. And as the night went on, he was getting more and more distracted by the thoughts.

All three boys suddenly stopped talking and their bodies froze as they heard the latch on the door slowly being slid open. They shielded their faces as their eyes adjusted to the light that burst into the room.

Darren stood in the doorway with an evil grin plastered across his thin, poorly-shaved face, showing his nicotine-stained teeth. He was holding a black plastic case that almost resembled a briefcase in one hand. He slowly walked over to the table that contained his 'tools' and instruments of torture, the sound of his boots on the wooden floor echoed off the empty walls of the room. The three boys didn't make a sound as he put the case down on the table with a loud bang, making the boys jump at the sound. Darren, who now had his back to the boys, undid the two blue latches on the case, opened it and lifted something out.

The boys looked nervously at one another. The twins also knew this wasn't going to be a good situation. The other man, Jerry, didn't enjoy watching the sick stuff that Darren did to the twins and would rarely ever be there to witness it. Therefore, they knew that when they only ever saw Darren come into the room, they weren't going to enjoy what was coming one little bit.

Chase gulped and his stomach started to churn as he heard Darren plugging something in. He then lay it down on the table and turned to face the boys before making a show of pulling the revolver from his holster. Chase tensed for a second before seeing him make another show of him placing it down on the table. The twins knew he did this every time he was going to unlock the cage to remind them not to try anything stupid. And although, from where they were, they were unable to see it on the table, Darren had made it very clear that it was there.

Darren slowly walked over to the cage, unlocked the padlock, and slid the noisy chain from the bars. Close up, the boys could smell the stale cigarette smoke on his breath and the stench of his body odour, making the already queazy Chase's stomach churn a little more.

Darren stood up and placed the chain and padlock on the table and picked up the thing he had brought into the room with him and plugged in. He then turned around holding it in his hand as he stared directly into Chase's eyes.

Chase's stomach and face dropped and his whole body turned white when he saw the power drill the man was wielding menacingly while grinning at him. And when Darren pressed the button on the drill the room was filled with the ear-piercing sound of the rusty old power tool whirring away.

The petrified young blonde boy felt faint and he thought he was going to pass out in fear. He was having trouble controlling his bowels and bladder as Darren laughed maniacally while waving the power drill at the caged boys. Suddenly, Chase could feel the mac and cheese he had eaten several hours earlier rushing up and out of his stomach before promptly throwing it up all over one of the blankets.

"You filthy fucking tramp," Darren screamed at the boy. He dropped the drill on the floor and opened the door to the cage before reaching in, pulling chase out by his hair and throwing him against the wall.

***

"Mum, I can't take this waiting. How long will it take?" Miles said. He had spent much of the day snuggled into one side of his mum while crying. Jacob and Oliver had spent the day cuddling one another and snuggled into her other side.

"Miles, Sweetie, like I've already said, we've done all we can for now. All we can do is hope for the best. It could all work out tonight or it might even take days or even weeks," Elaine said sadly. She couldn't believe what her son had told her about what happened to Chase and she could only hope that he would be found alive.

"Weeks?!" all three boys cried out in unison, making Elaine's heartbreak for them. She knew how close Miles was to his best friend and also how much the two younger boys adored and idolised the blonde boy.

"Look, Boys... I don't want to lie to you. I honestly don't know how long it will take. But I'm hoping it will be sooner than later."

"Me too, Mummy," Oliver said in a sad voice.

"Oh, Boys," Elaine said sympathetically as she squeezed her three boys closer to herself.

***

Other than quite a beating, which left all three boys tender and bruised, Darren had taken it much easier on the boys than he originally intended to when he had seen them attempting to escape that morning. Luckily for Chase, Darren didn't follow up with his threat and only used the drill to seriously scare the boy. Chase was just happy to have survived so far and he hoped it would stay that way for long enough to get out of there.

Jerry was in the room now and had taken the puke-covered blanket away and put it in the wash. Although the boys were told that they would only have one blanket between them for the night. However, Chase was determined that he wouldn't be spending the night there at all.

"Com'on Lads, it's movie time," Jerry said as he picked up a camcorder and turned it on. The twins knew that movie-making nights were a total unknown as to what was going to happen. However, much of the time, the two men would want to get at least some footage of the boys together. What they didn't know, however, is that Jerry had used the idea of making a movie with their latest capture to Darren to get him to take it easy on the boys. Movies of boys who were covered in bruises, cuts, and stuff didn't sell for as much.

First of all, the two men filmed the boys kissing, rubbing and touching one another. Darren had also gotten another camcorder and the two men expertly filmed the show that the three young boys were putting on. They then got the boys to take it in turns to suck each other in different positions. Although the boys were enjoying having some fun together, it wasn't anything like earlier, with the men there and knowing they were being filmed.

The two men were enjoying what they were seeing and were slowly removing their own clothing to get ready to join in. They placed the cameras down on chairs in a way that they would still capture footage of what was happening before approaching the boys. They had agreed that Jerry would get to try out Chase first. Although they expected him to be useless at sucking dick until they trained him up, Jerry thought the blonde boy was absolutely gorgeous. Darren got Declan to suck him first and got Dylan to rub his balls. Although both the twins sucked very well, Darren preferred Declan. He thought Dylan was a wimpy crybaby and much preferred Declan's more firm boyishness. He also knew he could make Declan orgasm, whereas Dylan couldn't do that yet.

"Oh fuck, wow," Jerry moaned in surprise. "You're really good at that."

"Ya owe me a tenner. I told ya 'ee were a cocksucker," Darren joked. Although, he was quickly gasping as Declan began working his tongue over the tip of the man's dick.

The three boys periodically looked over at one another as Chase and Declan tried to give one of the best blowjobs that either had given in their lives. After all, their own lives really did depend on it.

After some time, the two men were really getting into their blowjobs from the boys and they were moaning away blissfully as the young boys did their work. Chase looked over at Dylan and Declan, before stopping sucking Jerry for a second, coughing, and then getting back to work. That was it; that was the signal.

All three boys anxiously counted down from ten in their heads.

Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One...

Both men yowled out in agonising pain as Chase and Declan both bit down as hard as they possibly could and, although it wasn't initially planned, Dylan squeezed Darren's balls as hard as he possibly could, too. He really was trying to make them pop.

Before the men had a chance to react, all three boys ran out of the open door, slammed it shut and quickly pushed the latch across.

Chase and Declan wiped away the blood from their mouths and chins as they heard Darren going absolutely mental inside the room.

"YOU FUCKIN' LITTLE CUNTS! I SWEAR TA GOD I'M GONNA KILL EVERY SINGLE LAST ONE OF YA," Darren screamed as he pounded on the door. The three boys couldn't help but giggle at how pissed off he sounded.

"Quick, to the kitchen. We want to be as far away from here as we possibly can be by the time they break that door down," Chase said.

The boys ran down the hallway to the kitchen and Chase cursed when he saw that the window had been boarded up again.

"Oh no. How awwe we going to get out?" Dylan said in a panicked tone. He could hear the door of the room the men were in being booted over and over again and he really hoped it would hold for long enough for them to figure something out.

"It's okay, Dylan. Chill. I just need to get on top of that counter and boot the fucking thing off the window," Chase explained as he was already climbing up onto the counter. But then they heard something that they really didn't expect or want to hear... Gunshots! Darren and Jerry were shooting the latch from off of the door.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," Chase said in a panicked tone as he stood up on the counter and began trying to boot the board from off the broken window.

"OH, YOU KIDS ARE FUCKIN' DEAD!" Darren shouted in an amused tone. The boys could tell that he was no longer in the room and that he was quickly heading down the hallway towards the kitchen.

"Chase?!" Dylan pleaded in a panicked tone. He was sure that this was going to be the end of it for them and his stomach dropped when he heard Darren standing in the kitchen doorway laughing. All three boys looked at the man in horror as he stood there, revolver in hand, totally naked, with blood pouring from his dick which looked like it was literally half hanging off.

Suddenly, Darren lunged for Declan and threw him out of the kitchen and against a wall in the hallway.

"Get the fuck up," Darren hissed as he pulled Declan to his feet by his hair before promptly punching him in his face and then throwing him down the hallway, into another wall.

"No!" Dylan screamed as he ran at the man. Although, Darren swung a punch at the boy, flooring him instantly.

"Dylan!" Chase cried out as he instinctively jumped down to help his friend.

Darren walked over to Declan who was lying lifeless on the floor, leaving a trail of blood on the floor as he did. He then booted the boy several times in the ribs but the boy didn't even flinch.

"Leave him alone, you fucker!" Chase screamed out as he ran at Darren however, he stopped dead as he saw Jerry come out of the room pointing his gun directly at him.

Darren then picked Declan's lifeless body up by the hair before punching him repeatedly in his face.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Dylan screamed out with tears streaming down his face until there was a loud repetitive pounding noise.

"Fuck!" Darren said looking at Jerry as he dropped Declan to the floor. He knew exactly what the pounding noise was.

Suddenly, the front door to the house swung open and a stream of armed officers stampeded in screaming and shouting.

"Get down on the ground!"

"Drop your weapons and get down on the ground now!"

"Drop your weapons!"

Jerry dropped his gun to the floor and kneeled down with his hands behind his head. He then looked over at his friend who still hadn't moved.

"Drop your weapons and get down on the ground right now!"

Jerry's eyes widened as he knew what Darren was about to do.

"Darren don't – "

A deafening bang echoed off of the walls as blood sprayed everywhere. A moment later Darren's lifeless body dropped to the ground as a huge puddle of blood quickly spread around him.

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