Care
By Li'l Ninja
nifty_little_ninja@proton.me
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.
Tuesday, 11th December 1990
Inside the house was cold; really cold. Each of the two young twins only had a small blanket to cover their naked little bodies. Sometimes, the men would let both twins sleep in the same cage together. If they did, there really wasn't much room in the cage to move at all. But the two young brothers were able to snuggle up close together, sharing each other's warmth and that was great. Holding each other also helped the boys remember that, no matter what they were going through, they still had each other. Knowing they each had to be there for the other gave both the boys the strength they needed to carry on.
Sometimes the men would make the two boys do stuff with each other. Neither of the twin brothers really minded this. They both knew they liked boys before they got themselves into this god-awful mess. Sometimes they would try stuff out with one another in practice for when they got their own boyfriends. Now they were forced to do it. But it was a hell of a lot better than doing stuff with either of the men. The men were rough and didn't care if they hurt the boys or not. In fact, one of the men really enjoyed inflicting horrendous pain on the boys. He had an entire array of sharp instruments, blunt tools, hypodermic needles, and even power tools that he would use to inflict unspeakable damage to the boys. Much of the time he would simply use them to wind the boys up. He would hold the instrument or tool up at them and explain in graphic detail what he was going to do with it, just so he could see the horrific look of terror and dread on the boys' faces. The thing was, he would carry out what he said he would just enough times so both boys never knew if he was being serious or not. Oh yes, this guy was one sick fuck indeed!
Although the two twin brothers looked practically identical in the face and their hair, one twin was noticeably smaller and scrawny than the other - like the one runt in a litter of puppies. Not that either one of the boys could really see one another. The windows were boarded up and the lights were off. A small crack of light between two of the window boards was the only illumination in the room. It was just enough for them to see each other move. But they could not see one another's faces properly.
"I'm so cold, Decalan," said the smaller boy, shivering.
"They will be home soon," Declan replied. "Then they will put the heating on. I know it doesn't help a lot in here. But it will make it a little better." The boy's breath hung in the air as little wisps of condensation when he spoke.
"I don't want them to come home, Decalan."
Declan sighed. "Yeah, me neither. Here..." Declan took his own blanket from around his shoulders and slowly fed one corner through the bars on his cage and guided it to his twin's cage that was directly next to his own.
"What?" The boy couldn't see Declan feeding the blanket through to him.
"Reach forward and grab it," Declan said. His brother did as instructed and he felt Declan's blanket being pushed into his own cage.
"Decalan, no!" he demanded.
"Look, you need it more than me," said Declan. "I've heard that cough of yours is getting worse. I need you to stay with me. I can't do this without you. Besides..." there was a tearing noise as Declan turned his pillow cover into a new makeshift blanket. "I have another blanket here."
"Youww going to get in sewwiously bad twouble fouw doing that, Dec." the smaller twin said. The fear in his voice was evident. He hated seeing his brother get punished. Either way, it was done now and it couldn't be undone.
"Yeah, I know, Dylan," the boy said. "But you're more important to me than getting in trouble."
***
Saturday, 18th May 1991
The car pulled up in the driveway and Mr Berrycloth got out the driver's side. Dylan, who was still sobbing, was helped out of the car by Dominic and was gently led into the bungalow.
"Dad, can I speak to Dylan in my room for a minute please?" asked Dominic. Dylan had his face buried in his big brother's armpit and was still crying a lot.
Mr Berrycloth considered his son's request for a few moments. "Okay. But don't be long," he said. "You have five minutes." He gave his son a look that said '...and I mean five minutes!' Dominic nodded in understanding and took the crying boy to his bedroom.
Dylan wouldn't let go of Dominic, not even for a split second. This made climbing up onto his huge king-sized bed more of a chore than it was worth. So he simply sat on the floor with his back leaning against the side of his bed. He pulled the boy onto his lap and embraced him.
"Dylan," he said, "what's wrong? What triggered you tonight? You need to talk to me."
Dylan panted and blubbered, hiding his face between Dominic's neck and shoulder.
"Dylan, please, I want to help you. I so want to help you. But I need to know what's wrong, Little Buddy." Dominic could hear Dylan trying to get himself under control. The fact that he loved it when Dominic called him 'Little Buddy' almost... ALMOST made him smile a little.
Dominic didn't push it any further. If Dylan didn't want to talk about it, he certainly wasn't going to force him. But he was right. He couldn't help Dylan unless he knew what was bothering him. Instead, he resigned himself to simply comforting his little buddy for the next few remaining minutes they had alone together.
"I'm sowwie, Dom-nic," sniffled little Dylan. He had managed to stop his crying. Well, tears were still flowing and he was shaking, too.
"Hey, hey," Dominic soothed, stroking the hair on the back of Dylan's head. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"It's just..." Dylan paused. Dominic had been here earlier. He fully braced himself for Dylan to do his thing.
After a few moments of silence, Dylan continued. "It's just when I saw those cages. It reminded me of my twin brother."
"Oh," said Dominic. The answer to this question had opened up a million more questions. "I'm sorry, Little Buddy." Dominic kissed his boy gently on the top of his head and continued to stroke his hair. "Dylan," he continued, "I'm always here to talk, you know. I would never judge you."
For the next three minutes, Dylan remained surprisingly stoic. Being wrapped in his big brother's arms certainly helped.
There was a knock at the door.
"Dylan," Iris called gently, "the social worker is here to see you."
"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting Mrs Westwood," said Mr Berrycloth to Hazel. "I told them they could have a few minutes to themselves. Something has really shaken the little guy real good."
"Please, Mr Berrycloth, it's Hazel," she asked politely.
"My apologies, Hazel. And likewise, please, call me Steven."
"They're coming through now, Hazel," said Iris as she entered the lounge. "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."
"Really, don't worry about it. I'm early anyway."
"So what's the plan of action?" asked Steven.
"Well," started Hazel, "as you know from the limited report and risk assessments that we sent to you, Dylan has had a troubled past." Iris and Steven both nodded. Although it was clear that this was highly understated. "However," she continued, "there are things I'm not allowed to tell you. These are things that only the boy can tell you himself if he chooses." Again, the two foster parents nodded their heads.
Steven and Iris had been foster parents for many years. If they didn't know that Hazel was still relatively new to being a social worker and that this was her first job working on her own, the couple might have thought she was talking down to them by pointing out such obvious facts. However, they did appreciate that she was being thorough in her explanations and the couple was sure she would make a fine social worker. When they had worked with her in the past she was always professional, kind, caring, considerate, and empathetic.
"My plan is to get him somewhere secure and permanent," Hazel continued.
"Oh?" said Steven.
"I think it's in Dylan's best interests if we can get him into permanent residency right away. He needs stability in his life before he can start to heal. There's a boy's home with a few spaces open. It's not too far from here actually."
"No," Iris blurted out. "I mean, no, you can't send Dylan there. He'll not survive a single week."
"There are other options, too. However, they're a bit further afield," explained Hazel. In her eagerness to get the boy somewhere permanent and her lack of wisdom in the care system, she never thought that a boy's home would be anything but a good idea for Dylan. Although, it was apparent that Iris knew a lot more about the local care system than she did. So she was happy to take Iris's advice and move on to the other ideas she had.
"Look, Hazel," started Steven. However, before he could finish what he wanted to say, Dylan and Dominic appeared.
Dylan froze at the doorway to the lounge when he noticed the new social worker. Where was Sarah? He was just starting to get comfortable with her. Does she not want to see him anymore? Dylan really didn't want to have to talk to a different adult. He didn't trust adults a whole lot anyway. All they had ever done is let him down, abuse him, or ship him to live with someone else. And Dylan knew that's exactly what the new social worker was here to do. His eyes looked up to Dominic's, begging him for guidance.
"It's okay, Little Bro," Dominic whispered down to him. "You're going to be okay."
"Hello boys," said Hazel softly. She looked at Dylan and gave him a friendly smile. Dylan hid himself behind Dominic. "I'm Hazel. You two must be Dylan and Dominic. It's so nice to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you." Dylan didn't like the sound of that one bit.
"Nice to meet you, too, Hazel," said Dominic politely. Dylan peered from behind Dom but didn't say a word.
"You don't have to be scared of me, Dylan," explained Hazel. "I'm here to help you." Dylan had heard that line before.
"He's very shy, Mrs Hazel," said Dominic. "He probably won't speak to you until he gets to know you."
"Yes, it's taken him a week to say anything to us adults," explained Iris. "He got along with Dominic rather quickly though." Both the boys blushed a little and found the understatement rather funny.
"Well, that's okay. I only really need you to listen, Dylan," she said, pulling the Funnybones book out of her bag.
Dylan loved books. He loved reading and he loved to be read to. Some of his favourite memories over the past week had included times when he and Dominic were snuggled up spooning. Dominic, being the little spoon for a change, held a book and read it to the small boy. Dylan had his arms wrapped tightly around his big brother with either his cheek or his chin resting gently on his shoulder. They didn't even watch TV that evening. They just lay together in each other's company, snuggling and reading books. It was both boys' idea of heaven.
When Dylan saw what Hazel was holding, his interest was piqued. He arched his neck around the side of Dominic to see what the book was.
"Hey, I was going to read a story. It would be nice if you would let me read it to you, Dylan," Hazel said. Dylan thought a bit and eventually gave a tiny little nod. "We should be fine on our own for a little while," Hazel explained to everyone. She wanted to have some one-on-one bonding time with Dylan, even if he wasn't going to say a word.
"Well, if you don't need us for now, we'll just be over there in the kitchen sorting dinner out," said Steven.
Dominic took the hint and looked down at little Dylan. The boy knew Dominic was thinking of leaving him alone and he shook his head furiously.
Hazel noticed this little interaction and asked, "Would you like Dominic to stay with you, Dylan?"
Dylan nodded a strong affirmative.
"Dominic, would you like to stay and read the book, too. It might be a little young for you though," Hazel asked.
"I would like that very much, Mrs Hazel," Dominic answered politely. Dylan smiled and tugged his big brother's clothes, pulling him towards the couch. Both boys sat down and Dylan snuggled right up close to Dominic, his protector. Hazel regarded the closeness of the two boys and the smile on Dylan's face as he happily looked up at his big bro.
"Okay, let's start, shall we," said Hazel, opening the book. "In a dark dark town,
there was a dark dark street,
in the dark dark street,
there was a dark dark house,
in the dark dark house,
there were dark dark stairs,
down the dark dark stairs,
was a dark dark cellar and in the dark dark cellar...
Three skeletons lived,
There was Big skeleton,
little skeleton
and dog skeleton... 'woof!'"
Dylan chortled a little giggle.
When she had read the entire short book, Dylan whispered something into Dominic's ear.
"Uhmm, Mrs Hazel, Dylan asked if you would mind reading it again," Dominic said.
Hazel smiled at both of the boys and replied, "Oh, go on then."
"Thank you," Dominic said politely.
Hazel read the book through one more time. It was lucky she came early. She still had a lot of ground to cover, both with Dylan and the two Berrycloth parents.
"So," said Hazel, putting the book back in her bag, "I heard you had a bit of a problem at a friend's house a little earlier, Dylan." Dylan slunked back into the sofa. He knew he could only avoid this for so long. The second reading of the story bought him some time, but now he had to do 'social worker stuff'. Although Hazel was doing all the right things to build Dylan's trust with her, she was still a long way off from talking status. Hazel was already prepared for the boy's silence.
"I know, how about you whisper the answers to Dominic and Dominic tells me what you said," Hazel suggested. "How does that sound?"
Both boys looked at each other and had an entire conversation with their eyes.
"He said that should be okay," Dominic said. Hazel furrowed her brow a little, slightly puzzled about what she just witnessed.
When she got her head back on track she asked, "Can you tell me what upset you at your friend's house earlier, Dylan?" Dylan sat completely still for a while before he reached up to place his lips next to Dominic's ear.
"Just tell heww what I towwd you eawwieuww," he whispered. Dominic gave a nod.
"We went to go and see Tyler's new puppies earlier," explained Dominic. "But as soon as we walked into the lounge where the pups were in their training crates — "
"Dog cages?" Hazel interrupted.
"Yeah dog ca — " again, Dominic didn't get to finish his sentence. This time, however, it was due to Dylan bolting out of the lounge and towards the bedrooms. Dominic instinctively stood up and bolted after him.
"Sorry Mrs Hazel," he said, stopping just short of the door. "My brother needs me." And with that, he was gone to comfort his brother.
Iris and Steven looked across the breakfast bar into the lounge to see what the trouble was about.
Seeing an empty sofa where the boys were sitting Iris asked, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, Dylan just needs some alone time right now. Or should I say, time with his best friend," Hazel said. She knew exactly why Dylan's PTSD had been triggered. She started to wonder if she would be the same woman she was by the time she was able to sign this case off.
"...Hazel," said Iris. "...Hazel, are you alright?"
Hazel shook off her trance. "Uhhh, yeah. Sorry, I was miles away."
"I was just asking if you have tea or coffee," said Iris.
"Oh, umm, tea, two sugars please."
"Certainly, dear."
Hazel had to shake away her thoughts again when Steven and Iris came and sat on the sofa in front of her. Steven placed everyone's respective cups of tea in the correct spot and Iris bought over a plate containing a selection of biscuits.
"Thank you," said Hazel politely.
"You're welcome, dear," said Iris.
"Those boys seem incredibly close," stated Hazel.
"You're telling us," chuckled Steven. "We've never seen Dominic warm up to another child quite the same way he has with Dylan."
"And certainly not so quickly," continued Iris.
"In fact, Dominic tries not to get too attached to the kids who come and stay. He knows they're not going to be staying long," Iris said.
"He must have seen something very special in Dylan then," said Hazel.
"Yes, we think we see it, too," Iris agreed. Both she and Steven had spoken about this at great length.
"We're considering adopting again, Hazel," confessed Steven. "We're considering adopting Dylan."
***
Tuesday, 11th December 1990
"Decalan, please," begged Dylan, trying to push the blanket back through to his twin's cage. "You'll get in twouble."
"I'll be fine. You need to be warm," said Declan. He kneeled up and pushed his lips against the cage. "Kiss me please," he asked.
Dylan was trying not to cry as the thoughts of the beatings his brother would be taking later made him feel nauseous. He wasn't going to turn down a kiss from Declan though. He knelt and met at their usual place. As the two cages were pushed up against one another the two boys were able to achieve small amounts of comfort in what little contact they could get with each other through the gaps in the bars.
The two twins kissed gently. Their fingers felt the soft touch of each other's hands through the cold bars. There wasn't enough room for them to navigate a passionate French kiss. Although they had certainly tried. So they settled for the sensation of their warm lips pressed together.
The sound of the front door unlocking made the boys stop what they were doing. Using what they could, they covered their erections. The voices of the two men talking could be heard as the door opened, followed by a slam as they closed it behind them. The hallway light came on, letting some light into the room the boys were in through a small pane of glass above the door.
"Bwoah! It's fecking cold in 'ere. It's worse than outside," said one of the men.
"I'll go get the heating on. You see if the kids need a piss or a shit," the other man said.
Both boys lay in their cages, shivering from coldness and fear. They heard the latch on the other side of the door being slid across and the door swung open. In the doorway stood a man of medium height. He was stocky and had a moustache and beard. His long black hair was greasy. In one hand he held a chamber pot.
"Cum'on let's get this over with," he said, putting the chamber pot on the floor next to the cages. He unlocked the padlock that held a chain around both of the cage doors in place. With a noisy rattle, he pulled the chain clear from the bars in one long pull. He opened the door to Dylan's cage.
"You need to piss?" he asked. Dylan nodded. "You need to take a shit?" Dylan shook his head no. "Good. Cum'on."
Dylan crawled out of the cage door on his hands and knees while the man stared at his bare arse.
With a wobble in his underused legs, he stood over the chamber pot and let the floodgates open. The man stood watching him intently with a perverse smile on his face.
As the boy's urine stream slowed to a stop he felt a hand grab one of his buttocks firmly. Dylan was just about able to hold back a yelp as the man's hand gripped and squeezed the small boy's pert little booty. His other hand explored the little boy's front, squeezing his tiny nipples. Pulling the boy's ass cheeks apart, the man probed Dylan's boy hole with a dry, rough finger. Dylan could feel himself getting hard. He closed his eyes and willed it to stop but his body betrayed him.
"See, I knew you liked it, you little slut kid," taunted the man, grabbing Dylan's erection firmly between his thumb and forefinger. Dylan felt a blanket of shame cover him. He felt dirty for getting any level of enjoyment out of this.
The man pushed his dry finger hard against the boy's hole. Dylan squeaked in pain as the tip of the finger penetrated him. However, this only made his erection harder and he knew the man felt his body react.
"Oh boy, I'm looking forward to fucking you again tonight. It never gets old," the man said squeezing Dylan's stiff boyhood. "Maybe I'll get your brother to fuck you with his fat little dick again first."
With another squeak from Dylan, the man pulled his finger out of the boy's bottom.
"Go on. Back in your bed," he commanded. He had done molesting the boy. For now at least.
Dylan crawled back into his cage, his little boner wobbling between his thighs. He felt disgusted in himself. Throwing his blanket over himself to hide his shame, he sat in the far corner of his cage.
"Right, you're next," commanded the man, opening the door to Declan's cage. The boy was seething with anger after watching the abuse of his twin brother but he knew there was absolutely nothing that either of the boys could do. They were in a totally hopeless situation and he knew it. Any attempts at rebellion were always met with a sharp and swift reprimand.
Declan started to crawl out of his cage. He was about halfway out when the man noticed the ripped pillowcase.
"What the fuck, you little shit!" screamed the man. "You destructive little fuck." He emphasised the word 'fuck' by striking a fist down on top of Declan's head. The force of the blow bounced the boy's head downward, causing his chin to crack against the wooden floor. The sound it made was sickening.
"NOOO!" screamed Dylan as he scrambled towards the door of his cage.
Declan's lifeless body lay there. There was blood coming from his nose and chin. His full bladder emptied itself into his cage.
"You filthy little shit," the man shouted at the inanimate boy as the puddle of piss below him spread. "You think I'm gonna fuck a kid that stinks of piss again," he raved as he manhandled the boy's body out of the cage. The man threw Declan into Dylan's cage, knocking the small boy off his hands and knees.
Dylan cradled his brother's lifeless body, wailing with tears as the man chained and padlocked the cage containing the two boys.
Still ranting, shouting, and swearing, the man dragged the other cage out of the room. The door slammed shut and the latch locked.
***
Wednesday, 12th December 1990
Chase stood there in his bright yellow football kit. "Fuckin' com'on then," he taunted the other team. He was a damn cute kit, but he cussed like a sailor. "You're all just a bunch of pussies." He whipped his head back to face Miles, his blonde mop-top flapped as he did so. The rest of the team was grouping up for the huddle. "Don't let them give you any shit. They might be a year older than us, but we're a better team. We can win this fucking game."
"Okay," agreed Miles. "Are we all in on this?" he asked the rest of the team. The score was 3-2 to the other team. They were going to have to pull something magical out of their asses to get another 2 goals in before the end of the final 10 minutes. The kids they were up against were simply taller, older, faster, and stronger than they were. Chase and his team were at a major disadvantage.
"Come-the-fuck-on, guys. We can win this shit if we play our best," added Chase. The boy's charisma and enthusiasm was somewhat infectious.
The rest of the boys cheered and shouted things like "yeah,"
"com'on,"
"we've got this," and,
"let's kick some arse!"
The kick-off happened and the older boys' team took possession of the ball. They toyed with some of the smaller players in the team before pushing it upfield in an attempt to score another goal.
Their best striker had the ball. He lined up the shot and with one incredible kick, he booted the ball towards the top-right section of the goal. Aswan jumped and lurched for the ball. He was just about able to deny the goal. If their striker wasn't so brazen and waited until he was a little closer, even Aswan wouldn't have had a chance of saving it.
Aswan grabbed the football and gave his team a few moments to head further down-field before he booted the ball towards them.
The younger team rallied their best efforts. Jamie took possession of the ball and kept running it down towards the older boys' goal. All eyes were on Jamie as he got closer and closer. The other team's defenders started to swarm the boy with the ball.
When Jamie was close enough to the goal and had found enough of a decent opening, he booted the ball to Danny. Danny kicked it to Chase. Chase had been standing behind the distracted older team and waiting for his opportunity all along.
As soon as Chase had the ball, it was mere moments until he had slammed it into the other team's goal, causing the younger team to scream and shout with excitement and celebration.
As the boys on the pitch got back into place for the last kick-off, Nash Wilder, the other team's striker, shoulder-barged past Chase, nearly knocking the boy over.
"Oi, watch it, you bell-end!" Chase snapped at him
"Watch your back, you little fucking faggot," Nash snapped right back at him. The realisation that he could lose this game to a bunch of kids really wound him up. Chase simply winked at him as he got into position on the field.
And then, as one more wind-up tactic, Cheeky Chase made a rude gesture at the boys as if he was jerking off a cock as he shouted, "Wankerssss!" at the older boys.
The whistle blew and, this time, the younger boys took quick possession of the ball. They knew they had to act quickly, but they couldn't afford to be too hasty, screw up and let the older boys get hold of the ball either.
Danny got the ball and started driving it towards the goal. He had to pass it to Jamie once the other team's defenders got too close. Again, Jamie couldn't keep the ball for too long and tried to kick it to Miles. However, the ball didn't reach miles. Nash had intercepted it.
Nash started to bring the ball back to the other goal. As Chase's team's defenders approached Nash, his team were shouting for him to pass the ball over to them. But Nash wanted to be the one to score the winning goal. He wanted to show that little faggot who was the better player.
Nash was barely in striking distance before he pulled his right leg back, knowing that if he makes this goal he would have earned major credibility with his teammates. His right leg swung back towards the ball. But before his foot made contact, Chase pulled off the slide tackle of the century. Miles had seen this coming and had positioned himself to take control of the ball while Chase got back to his feet, giving Nash another cheeky wink.
There was barely any time left of the match, so if the team were going to do something, they needed to do it now.
Miles took the ball as close as he could before coming up against resistance from the opposing team. He passed the ball to Jamie who went another short distance before passing it to Danny. When their best player was in position he kicked the ball over to him.
Chase had the ball and was one hell of a striker. In fact, there was a running joke within the team that Chase could score goals almost as well as he cussed. With one mighty kick, the ball hit the back of the net as the whistle blew.
The younger team went nuts. They all ran to Chase, cheering and screaming in celebration. They ruffled his hair, patted his back, hugged him, and generally praised him for bringing the team together when they were behind and leading them to victory. Chase didn't mind all the attention from all of the hot, sweaty boys, either.
In the showers, they all talked about how they had managed to turn the game around and laughed at some of the insults that the infamously foul-mouthed Chase had thrown the other team's way.
"Dude, you should have seen the look on Nash Wilder's face when you called them all wankers," laughed Danny. The other boys joined in with the laughter.
"You should have seen it when I called him a bell-end," Chase said, laughing and snorting his blonde little head off. This made the shower boys laugh even harder.
The banter continued and gradually, one by one, the boys left the showers to get dry and dressed until it was just Miles and Chase left together.
"I'm going out robbing tonight. You wanna come too?" said Chase.
"I can't. I've got a family meal to attend, man. Sorry," said Miles. He hated the fact that his best friend did what he did. But he fully understood why he did it. Furthermore, he wasn't going to let him do something so dangerous on his own. They had heard about multiple kidnappings of kids their age in the area recently and there was no way that Miles was going to let that happen to his best buddy. "Anyway, I thought you didn't do that anymore. Didn't your dad get a job?"
Chase looked glumly at the floor and said, "Yeah. But the useless prick lost it already."
"Oh," Miles replied. "Look, can't you wait until tomorrow or something. You know I hate you going out on your own."
Chase shook his head.
Miles sighed. "Okay, but promise me you'll be careful. Please, Chase?"
"Of course I will. I'll be in and out in 5 minutes as usual. I'm a fucking ninja."
"Fine," Miles conceded, rolling his eyes. "But if you're not at school tomorrow I'm going to have to tell my mum and dad and they'll probably end up telling the cops. So just make sure you don't get hurt or anything."
"Dude, I've not ballsed it up before and fuck am I planning on starting now."
Miles smiled at Chase.
"What you smiling at?" asked Chase.
"Nothing, you're just too cute sometimes."
Chase gave his cheeky wink to miles and the boys exited the showers.
***
Tuesday, 11th December 1990
Dylan sat cradling his twin brother, crying for him to wake up. He had used the two blankets to cover both boys. Although he knew it would almost certainly land him with a beating, he had used the corner of one of the blankets to clear the blood from Declan's nose and chin. The young boy sobbed and sobbed as he clutched onto his brother's cold, lifeless body.
"Wake up, Decalan," he cried. "Please wake up. I weally can't do this wif-out you." Tears poured from the boy's eyes, streaming down his cheeks and landing on Declan's forehead. Still, the lifeless body of the boy lay unanimated.
***
Saturday, 18th May 1991
Dylan lay silently in Dominic's arms. He had no more tears left to cry. He was so sick of crying. Dominic lay clutching his boy tightly. He was equally as silent. He knew he had to say something to comfort him. Something to let him know everything would be alright. He couldn't begin to imagine the torture the young boy was feeling inside.
Dominic thought back to the therapy he had with Dr MacIntyre. He remembered how the doctor had tried so hard to get him to open up about his own problems and how he didn't want to speak about them, too. He also remembered how once the doctor had snagged on the correct subject, Dominic quickly found himself telling his story. It was like a house of cards collapsing. He also remembered how good it felt to get it all off his chest. He just wished he could offer Dylan the same release.
"May I have a kiss please?" asked Dominic softly. Of course, the answer to that was a 'yes' and Dylan shuffled around until they were facing one another.
Dominic stared into those grey eyes he loved so much and Dylan stared back into the baby blue eyes of the blonde that so quickly stole his heart. The boys slowly moved closer and gently kissed.
Whereas their make-out session earlier on in the day was driven by desire, passion, and lust, this kiss was driven by love and understanding. Both boys felt like a million blooming flowers had awakened in their souls. When they finished, each of them had a dreamy twinkle in their eyes.
"Dylan," said Dominic, "I love you so much. It tears me apart knowing that you're hurting so much inside." Tears began to roll down Dominic's cheeks. "I wish I could take all your pain away, Dylan." He had to stop to swallow the lump he felt in his throat. "Please let me help you."
Dylan scanned Dominic's eyes as he processed what he had just heard.
"Otay. I will twy," Dylan eventually said. "What do you want to know?"
Dominic embraced his little brother and kissed him on his forehead. He took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. What he was going to ask next could be suicide. But he needed to know.
"What happened to your twin?"
Dylan went pale as the thoughts of everything those two boys had been through together flashed through his mind. He felt nauseous and flushed. He remained quiet for a while in an attempt to get himself under control for the answer.
"He's dead," said Dylan. A tear rolled down the skin of his milky-white cheek. "He was beaten to death."
"Oh, Dylan... I'm so sorry," said Dominic as the colour drained from his own skin. Tears began pouring from his eyes. "I had no idea. Did you see it happen, too?"
Dylan slowly nodded his head. It took a moment to fully process what he had just heard.
"That's horrible, Dylan. I'm so sorry for your loss." Dominic gripped the boy and the boy gripped him back as they both lay there crying together in each other's arms.
***
Tuesday, 11th December 1990
Dylan had cried all he could cry although fear coursed through every fibre of his being.
"I... I love you Decalan. P-P-Please Don't leave me."
He rocked his twin in his arms and kissed him gently on his forehead.
Dylan heard a noise.
His heart began to race.
"Decalan?" he said. "Decalan???"
The brother he was holding in his arms let out a small groan.
"Decalan! Youww alive! Youww not dead!"
"D-D-Dylan? Why? What? Owwww, my head," Declan rambled out as he returned to consciousness.
"Don't eveuww do that to me again," shouted Dylan "You scawwed the heck out of me. I fouwwt you'd gone." He gently kissed Declan's face all over.
"You know, it's funny. It's usually you with your head in my lap," smiled Declan.
***
Saturday, 18th May 1991
Dylan told his story about how he and his twin brother had been kidnapped, caged, abused and tortured. When Dylan reached the part where he explained his elation that Declan had woken up and the relief he felt knowing that his brother wasn't dead, Dominic said, "But, I thought you said Declan died. You said he was beaten to death."
The wind in Dylan's sails soon disappeared and Dominic quickly realised he's said totally the wrong thing... again!
"Yeah, he did," said Dylan "This was the time he was lucky."
***
Wednesday, 12th December 1990
Thankfully, the night before, Dylan and Declan avoided any further abuse. What was better, they hadn't even seen either of the men, too. They had heard them shouting at each other at night. However, when they both left the house in the morning, they seemed normal and chatty as usual.
This was a nice treat for the two twins. It meant they got to spend the night together. It also meant they would get to spend the day together. Usually, on such lucky occasions, they would spend the day playing with each other, kissing, and making each other moan with pleasure as they explored and shared their bodies with each other. However, this time was different. Dylan simply did all he could to help nurse his brother back to feeling better. They were lucky to escape a night of further abuse. However, both boys knew this hiatus wouldn't last long.
"Thank you," said Declan. "For looking after me." He smiled up at his twin brother.
"You'd do exactly the same for me," said Dylan, planting a gentle kiss on Declan's soft lips. Declan knew this was true. He felt extremely blessed to be so close to someone so special. With that thought, Declan buried his head deeper into the warmth of Dylan's naked lap.
The young boys spent most of the day cuddling, relaxing, and talking about fun memories they had when they were younger. When they got tired, they got as close together as they could and slept in each other's warm embrace.
Both boys awoke to the sound of breaking glass. They sat bolt upright and stared at each other.
"What was that?" both twins said at exactly the same time.
They heard more sounds of glass and footsteps on the bare, solid oak floor in the kitchen.
"Do you fink it's the police-mans coming to wesscue us?" asked Dylan hopefully. Declan had a worryingly serious look on his face as he shook his head.
"No," said Declan morbidly. "Remember that other man that comes sometimes?" said Declan.
"Yeahhh?" Dylan didn't like where this was going. He knew this other man had a gun and he always hurt both of them... A lot.
"I didn't say anything because I didn't want to worry you," Declan said. "But I heard him telling the other men that he was going to steal us and take us home with him."
The colour drained from Dylan's face. His pale, milky-white skin somehow went even paler and his breathing became shallow.
Both boys clung to one another for dear life as they heard sounds of rummaging and more footsteps.
The footsteps grew closer. The boys tried not to make a sound.
Both twins shuddered in fear as they heard the latch on the other side of the door being undone.
The door opened and the head of a blonde, mop-top-haired kid who didn't look a day over eight years old peered around the door. His eyes grew as wide as saucers when he saw the two naked boys huddle together in the cage.
"What... in... the... absolute... shit?" Chase said staring at the boys in disbelief. "Are you playing a weird game or something?" he asked as he lay a sack down on the floor.
Both boys felt a huge relief when they realised it wasn't the other man they had feared it was. They still felt incredibly uncomfortable though. Not because they were scared of him; he looked harmless. They felt uncomfortable because he was so immensely attractive. Furthermore, bar the two small, thin blankets they had draped over them, they were both completely naked.
Dylan's jaw dropped open.
"Hey," Declan teased in a whisper, "You said it was only me you had eyes for."
Dylan turned his head to Declan, winked, and planted a soft kiss on his brother's lips. Suddenly, Declan forgot what he was jealous about.
Dylan wasn't the only boy in the room who had 'gaping jaw syndrome'. Chase practically felt the kiss Dylan gave Declan and he started to tent up.
"W-What are you guys doing in here?" asked Chase as he perched on a small table in a vain attempt to hide his stiffening boyhood. "Are you playing a game or something?"
"No," said Declan. "Some men took us a few weeks ago and we've been stuck here ever since."
Chase laughed at the preposterous story. However, he soon realised that the two boys in the cage were seriously not amused.
"I'm Declan and this is my twin brother Dylan," explained Declan.
Chase's jaw nearly put a hole in the floor. "Fuck!" he said. The penny had dropped and it dropped hard. "You're the two twins everyone's been looking for? Everyone thinks you're dead!" The twins looked nervously at each other. "Shit, what the fuck am I doing? I'm just sitting here, straight-up chilling like a twat. I've got to get you out of here!"
Chase ran up to the cage and looked at the padlocked chain around the door. The boy's pupils dilated and the reality of the situation set in even further.
"Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck." he grunted as he yanked as hard as he could at the chain, the door, and even the bars of the cage. The twins, in their desire to be free, started pulling and yanking at the bars of their prison, too. But it was no use. It would take a lot more than manpower... or... boypower to get through these bars. All three boys slumped to the floor in defeat.
In the twin's vain attempts at helping Chase to set them free, they had forgotten about their blankets that were now lying on the floor of their cage.
It didn't take long for Chase to clap eyes on the astounding beauty of the two twins. He forgot himself briefly as he gawped at the two incredibly naked boys.
Dylan felt Chase's eyes examining his tight little body.
He inspected Chase's face. Everything about this boy was attractive to him: his thick mop of blonde hair, his slightly chubby cheeks, his downturned squinty eyes, the little scar on his face, his soft pink lips, and the way the boy knew how to curse. It wasn't long before Dylan felt the flush in his body. His pulse started to race and his face went warm as butterflies filled his tummy. He knew it was going to happen and there was no reason to attempt to fight it.
Dylan's little pecker started to rise. He felt horribly embarrassed. However, part of him didn't mind because the boy in front of him was so incredibly good-looking. If he'd taken just a second to look, he would have noticed his twin was having exactly the same reaction.
"Oh shit, you boys are cute as fuck!" exclaimed Chase, staring at the two hot naked twins before him with both of their poles saluting. "Fuck, sorry. I need to find a key to get you out of here," he said, shaking his head in an attempt to return to the reality of the situation.
"The keys are with the men," stated Declan matter-of-factly.
"They don't keep a spare around here somewhere?" he asked. Both boys shook their heads simultaneously. "Shit!" he said.
Dylan giggled a little. "Do you always cuwse so much?"
Chase smiled. "Yeah, that's why they call me Cheeky Chase." This made Dylan giggle again. "Shit on a hotdog, you're too cute for your own good. No wonder you have creepy guys kidnapping you." This had both twins giggling in chorus with each other. "You boys have real nice dicks. May I have a closer look?"
The twins looked at each other and smiled.
"Sure, if you wanna," giggled Declan with a shrug.
Both of the twins scrambled to the front of the cage and poked their stiff little willies through the gaps in the bars. Chase, who was already sitting on the floor next to the cage, scooched his bum across the floor to get a real close look at the caged boys. What he saw delighted him. Both of the twins had perfect, unblemished skin covering their hard little erections. Both boys were totally hairless, not even an inch of peach fuzz in sight.
Chase had done stuff with other boys on his football team so he wasn't, by any means, in the dark about other boys' penises. Sadly, though, Chase's favourite boy was Miles. Chase and Miles had been friends since primary school. However, Chase had started crushing on his best friend about a year ago. He had made a move on chase a few months after he started to look at his best friend in that way. Unfortunately, Miles didn't reciprocate the same sexual desire. However, he was a good friend about it. Miles kept the secret to himself and vowed to help his best friend get a boyfriend, or at least some dick. He had succeeded in hooking his best friend up for the odd hand job and the occasional bit of oral sex. However, this was usually with other straight kids and it was always Chase doing the work.
Sitting front-legged in front of the cage, Chase gawped at the beautiful boys in front of him, their erections poking through the bars of the cage, ready for inspection.
Chase reached out with both hands and grasped both of the boys' hard members. Each twin squeaked a gasp at the boy's gentle touch.
Chase stroked the two incredible dicks he held in either hand. Inspecting both twins' allure, he let out a little moan of pleasure himself.
With a cry of disappointment from each twin, Chase had to let go of his toys to adjust the painfully hard erection in his briefs before getting back to servicing the two caged beauties before him.
"Wait, what the FUCK am I doing?!" Chase said, bringing himself back to reality. "I'm so, so sorry."
"What for?" asked Declan.
"This. You shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be taking advantage of you, no matter..." he paused and blushed a deep red "...no matter how hot you guys are." Now it was the twins' turn to blush. "Look, I have to get you out of he — " Chase stopped before he finished his sentence.
All three boys had heard the sounds of the men approaching the front door. The two twins turned pale.
"Wwun!" said Dylan.
"No, I can't leave you he — "
"Get the fuck out of here now," demanded Declan. "GO!"
The fear and dread was apparent on the twins' faces. He didn't want to find out if they were messing around or not.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I promise I'll come back for both of you." He scampered to the door, forgetting his bag of swag. Pausing for just a second, he turn and gave the boys a wink.
"Who the fuck is that?!" one of the men shouted as they came through the front door. Luckily, Chase was fast and nimble from all the football he played. He was able to run back to the kitchen and slip through the broken window before either of the men had a chance to react.
"Fuck, he's been at the boys!" screamed the stocky, greasy-haired man.
"Oh, that's not good. Find out who that was and what he told them."
"Yeah. I will," said Stocky Man. "And if they don't tell me what we need to know, I'll kill them both."
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OMG, Dylan has a twin??! I know, I was just as shocked as you are! Things are starting to make sense about why Dylan cries so much. Could you imagine being locked in a cage and being abused and tortured? Furthermore, having to watch the person closest to you getting abused too, knowing you're powerless to help.
You might be happy to hear that next chapter eases back (but only a bit) as our two little main protagonists explore their love for one another.
Feedback and suggestions are always welcome. Hit me up at nifty_little_ninja@proton.me
A HUGE thank you to those who have contacted me already. Your praises, comments and suggestions mean a lot to me and really make me want to engage more in this whole writing thing. Even if you've already emailed me, then I would still love to hear you comments on this chapter. I reply to all everyone who drops me a line.
You can do whatever you like with my story as long as you credit me. Also, if you would drop me and email to let me know, too then that would be highly appreciated.
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