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.
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A Note From The Ninja: So, I've come to realise that, due to the non-linear timeline in this story and there being constant date changes, readers may get a little confused. So, to help make my awkward-ass timeline a little more understandable, I'm going to give each day a short descriptive name and I'll reference it each time there is a date shift. You will still have to keep track of the years and dates, but it should make swapping back to certain dates a lot easier to follow. Let me know if this helps :)
Previously:
Monday, 20th May 1991 - Dylan's First Day At School
Dylan reached Room 5B, his new classroom. He was so incredibly nervous but he managed to finally force himself to slowly open the door.
The classroom was noisy. He could see that the teacher hadn't arrived yet and boys and girls were running around, talking loudly, playing games and...
He paused. His heart was in his mouth.
He became flush and his breathing became shallow, making him feel lightheaded.
"No! It can't be," he told himself.
He started to feel dizzy as he stared at the back of the boy's head.
"Oh. Oh. What? No? How? What?" Dylan's scrambled mind was awash with confusion and emotion.
He gulped hard over the lump in his throat.
The boy hadn't seen him yet.
He saw the two girls that the boy was talking to look his way and whisper something into the boy's ear.
The boy instantly swivelled around in his chair, looking in Dylan's direction.
Yep, it was him.
The boy's eyes grew large and his jaw practically hit the desk.
"What... The... FUCK," the boy said. "Dylan, is that you?"
***
Continued:
"Chase!" Dylan shouted in pure excitement as the two boys ran into each other's tight hugs. "Chase, I thought I'd nevuww see you again."
"Me too," replied Chase. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"This is my new class," Dylan explained.
"No fucking way? You're shitting me? Not only are we in the same fucking school, but we're in the same fucking class?! Fuck me, that's mental!"
Dylan laughed. Chase's crass language hadn't changed one bit.
The two boys stared into one another's eyes as a silence enveloped them. Both of their hearts were pounding and they were breathing heavily.
"Right, boys and girls. Find your seats please," Mr Wells commanded as he burst through the classroom door.
Kids scrambled to find a place to sit. Chase dragged Dylan with him and they both sat down next to each other somewhere near the back of the classroom.
Once the class was seated, Mr Wells said, "As I told you last week, we have a new Student with us. Everyone say hello to Dylan Brown," he gestured his hand indicating where the boy was sat.
"Hello, Dylan Brown," the entire class said together in a chorus, making Dylan blush.
"I want you all to be nice to him and make sure he feels welcome, okay?" Mr Wells said authoritatively.
"Yes, Mr Wells," the class said together in another chorus.
"Good," said Mr Wells. "Okay, Class, today we're doing more comprehension," the teacher said, picking up a big pile of books. This evoked some disapproving moans from some of the students. "Please take a book and pass the rest to the person behind you," he said, passing a small pile of books to each of the students sitting in the front row.
The students did as instructed and soon all the workbooks had been handed out.
***
Saturday, 15th December 1990 - Twin Rescue Day
Miles waited anxiously in the lounge for Chase to arrive. Today was the day they were going to bust the twins out and he was terribly worried that something might go wrong. His stomach was doing flip-flops and he felt sick. He considered trying to talk Chase out of the whole thing and just going to his parents or the police. But they both knew that would land Chase in trouble for breaking into someone's house. Miles really didn't want his best friend to be sent away to a young offender's prison and he was pretty sure that Chase was on his last warning with the law.
"What's up with you, Honey?" Elaine asked her eldest son. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"N-nothing, Mum," Miles replied. Elaine side-eyed her boy. She knew something wasn't right, but she had no idea what.
"Is everything okay at school, Miles?"
"Yeah, Mum. Everything's fine," he said.
His mother pondered how to continue. She didn't want to feel like she was forcing him to talk about something he didn't want to. But she also knew that if it was something she could help with then he would tell her in his own time. This still didn't stop her from feeling powerless to help her eldest boy who was clearly in some form of distress.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Miles stood up instantly and dashed to answer it.
"I've got it," he shouted.
Miles answered the door to who he was expecting, his best friend, Chase.
"You ready to do this shit?" Chase said. He was clutching a large pair of bolt cutters and his blue eyes had a flame of determination and passion in them that Miles had only ever seen a few times before. One of these times was when Chase had led their football team to victory against Nash Wilder only a few days ago. Somehow, seeing this level of determination in his best friend's eyes made Miles feel a little more confident in their plan.
Miles took a deep breath and nodded his head.
"Mum, Chase and I are going out to play footie," he shouted. "We'll be back in a bit."
"Okay, Son. Have fun you two," she shouted back. "I love you."
"I love you too, Mum." And with that, the two boys set out to rescue the two twins from their abusive prisoners. By lunchtime, they would both be heroes.
***
Saturday, 25th May 1991 - Hunter's Confusion
Hunter leaned his forehead against the bars of his cage and broke down sobbing. For the third time that day, the door closed, leaving him in total darkness and he heard the latch slide over. He had tears, snot, and cum smeared all over his face, in his hair, his chest, and dribbling out of his puffy red boy hole. He wondered how long he'd been there. How long he'd be subjected to this. Would it be for the rest of his life? Or would they simply get bored of him and kill him. He cursed himself for not being more careful, for not heeding his mother's warnings more closely.
Hunter missed his mother dearly. He missed his lover Cole and Cole's father, Gordon. He wondered if he would ever escape this dark place. Originally he was sure that his mother would report him missing and that the police would come and find him soon. But as the days went by, his hope for rescue grew thinner and thinner. His once happy-go-lucky demeanour had long since disappeared as he submitted himself to becoming some sort of sick sex toy for these perverted men who used him over and over again.
He had begun listening to the taunts of the men. They would tell him how much of a little cock slut he was and that he clearly enjoyed it because he got hard when sucking them off.
Hunter had become increasingly more confused when he had cum while being mercilessly fucked by one of the men, much to the man's delight. The man taunted him, telling him that he must be loving it. He would then fuck Hunter several times a day and wouldn't finish until he'd made the boy cum first.
Hunter started to wonder why he liked this. He felt so confused. He knew he didn't like being treated like this. But he couldn't deny the sexual gratification he was getting and how nice it felt to ejaculate without touching himself... Just like Cole used to do to him. He had always been a hungry bottom for Cole. He used to beg Cole for his big boy-cock in his ass. Now he was getting fucked by all different kinds of men several times a day and he was worried that he was starting to like it.
***
Monday, 20th May 1991 - Dylan's First Day At School
There were only a few minutes left before the lunchtime bell rang. Dylan and Chase had spent most of the morning holding hands underneath their desks. Both boys were incredibly turned on. They were both beaming with happiness that they had found each other again, especially after everything they had been through together.
The two young boys made goofy, love-filled faces at one another when the teacher's back was turned while writing on the chalkboard. And they had even copped the odd stroke of each other's inner thigh and their bulging erections. In fact, the two young boys were pretty much stiff as planks the entire morning.
The lunch bell rang. Dylan and Chase adjusted their rock-hard stiffies to be a little less obvious before standing up and heading towards the classroom door for lunch.
"Mr Brown, may I see you for a moment, please?" asked Mr Wells.
"I'll see you in the lunch room," said Chase as he skipped off.
Mr Wells waited for the classroom to clear before addressing the young boy who was standing at his desk.
"Dylan," Mr Wells began, "I've been filled in on some of what you've been through." Dylan blushed and felt a little worried about exactly what his new teacher knew. "Your foster parents have also told me that you're a shy and quiet boy. Now, I'm not going to force you to engage with me or the class until you are ready. However, Dylan," he said, sounding a little more serious, "you let me know if anyone gives you any grief. Okay? And I do mean anyone."
Dylan gulped and nodded.
"I mean it, Dylan. If you don't feel comfortable talking then you can leave me a little note or something if you wish."
Dylan nodded again. However, these were mere words to Dylan. Mr Wells was not only an adult, but he was a figure of authority. He couldn't be any further down Dylan's 'trust list'.
Mr Wells regarded the boy's silence for a few moments and rubbed his grey beard before giving a smile.
"Okay, you go and get your lunch, young lad."
Dylan nodded a third and final time before rushing out of the classroom and towards the noisy canteen.
As per his instructions during his induction session the previous week, Dylan grabbed a tray and joined the queue to get his dinner. As he slid his tray past the dinner ladies who were dishing out the food, they filled up the sections of his tray with some lasagne, a scoop of veggies, some rhubarb crumble and a dollop of custard. Once at the end he got to the lady who was working the till and he showed her his lunch pass. She read his name, marked it off a list and told him to pick his drink as she gestured to stacks of cartons next to her. Dylan picked out an orange juice and turned around, looking for a place to sit.
"Dyl... Dylan... Over here!" shouted Chase, frantically waving his arms about to get his attention. He was only two tables away and really didn't need to make so much of a scene. Dylan smiled at the overenthusiastic boy and headed over to the table where Chase was sitting with several other boys, taking a seat next to his cute blonde, mop-topped friend.
"Hey everyone," Chase addressed the rest of the boys at the table excitedly, "this is Dylan that I was telling you all about." The boys at the table all welcomed Dylan with a chatter of different greetings and friendly smiles. One of the boys even grabbed Dylan's hand and shook it enthusiastically. And, much to Dylan's surprise, another boy stood up and hugged him.
Dylan was slightly taken aback by the warm welcome. It was something he wasn't accustomed to when joining a new school.
"Let me introduce you to everyone on our team," Chase said excitedly. "We are the..."
"Yellow Tops!" all the boys chanted together before banging the bottoms of their knives and forks on the table three times as if to bang out the syllables to the words 'yell-ow-tops'. Chase grinned at how well the boys had pulled off their new war chant and Dylan gave a little chuckle.
"This is Aswan, our awesome goalie," started Chase, "Jamie and Danny," he said pointing at two cute blonde-haired boys. "This is Robert," he continued, gesturing towards the boy who had shaken his hand. "He's filling in for Cole at the moment. But he always sits with us at lunch anyways," he explained. "And this is my best friend Miles," he said, looking at the boy who had given Chase a hug with a goofy smile.
Dylan greeted them all with a "hey" and a head nod as each one was introduced to him. They could clearly tell that Dylan was very shy. But any friend of Chase's was a friend of theirs, so they all welcomed him warmly.
They all chatted amongst themselves like any group of 8 and 9-year-old boys usually would. However, Dylan was surprised that not a single one of them mentioned anything about the kidnapping. After all, he had only been rescued a few weeks prior and his face had been all over the news along with pictures of his twin and Chase, too.
Dominic began to worry. He had agreed with Dylan that, at lunchtime, they would both go to their school gates and wave at each other from the other side of the road before going for their food. With all the excitement of meeting Chase, Dylan had totally forgotten about his mini 'gate date' with his big brother.
***
Saturday, 15th December 1990 - Twin Rescue Day
Although Chase's leadership and enthusiasm was infectious, Miles was still feeling nervous. He had never done anything quite so dangerous before. Despite Miles's protests, Chase was not letting Miles enter the house with him.
"You need to keep a lookout, understand?" Chase had told him. "If you see any cunt coming, all you need to do is run to the back window and shout for me to get the fuck out of there."
"But..." Miles began to protest.
"But fucking nothing!" Chase stated firmly. "You stay outside, no matter what. Got it? Fuck, Miles, I could never forgive myself if I got you caught up in my shit. I just need you as my lookout as usual."
Miles let out a big sigh and said "Fineee! But I'm not happy about it."
"Good, you don't need to be happy about it, Dick-'ed," Chase said jovially.
The pair walked the rest of the distance in silence as they both ran the plan through their head over and over again.
It didn't take long for them to reach their vantage point: a slight dip in the local terrain that had an large oak tree that provided them with plenty of cover while still being plenty close enough to the house containing the twins.
After a quick scope out of the place, the boys could see that the van that was usually parked outside was not there and, so, Chase saw this as the ultimate time to begin his infiltration. He turned to his best friend.
"You know where the window round the back of the house is, right?" asked Chase.
"Yeah," Miles nodded. "I'll run round and shout if I see their van pull up... Or anyone else, for that matter."
Chase smiled and nodded before taking a deep breath. He turned to face the house again.
"Wait," Miles said.
Chase looked at him questioningly.
Miles stepped forward and hugged his best friend tight.
"Be careful, Chase."
"Dude," said Chase, "I'm a fuckin' ninja, remember?" he said with a smile before running the distance to the back of the house.
Miles couldn't help but admire his best friend's courage and resolve. It reminded him of all the times the cute blonde had led them and their football team to victory.
All Miles could do now was take a deep breath and watch as Chase disappeared into the back garden of the house carrying the bolt-cutters and pray that everything went to plan.
***
Saturday, 25th May 1991 - Hunter's Confusion
"Cole?" Gordon knocked on his son's bedroom door lightly. "Cole, come down for lunch," he said softly.
Cole wiped the tears from his face. His eyes were red and puffy. It had been a week to the day that his lover had disappeared without a word; without a trace. He wondered what it was he'd done wrong. Was Hunter mad at him for something? The last he remembered, everything was so, so perfect between them. But now, he didn't even know what to think. He was sick of talking to his dad and hunter's mum. He was sick of talking to the police. He was sick of hearing the local news stations on T.V. All he could tell them was the same story over and over again about how they'd gone to the cinema and the last they had heard from him was when he'd left his house. It simply reminded him, over and over again how useless he was in the entire situation and that he was utterly powerless in finding his boy. He had no useful information that could help and that made him feel real shitty. He wanted Hunter back and felt so incredibly useless. He wanted his boy back and to never let him out of his sight ever again.
With a sigh, the raven-haired boy slumped off his bed and plodded down the stairs.
"Hey there, Big Man," said Gordon as Cole dragged himself into the kitchen and sunk into a chair at the dining table. "I've made your favourite omelettes," Gordon continued, trying to sound as chirpy as possible. However, he knew his attempts to cheer his son up would be in total vain. In fact, the only reason he wasn't showing how cut up he, himself, was inside was because he knew that his son needed him to be a strong role model. The truth of the matter was, Gordon had cried every single night when Cole had gone to bed. Something was missing from both his and Coles's hearts and it was apparent in their everyday life.
Gordon had contacted Cole's school to let them know that his son wouldn't be coming to school for the next fortnight at least. And, thankfully, the school was somewhat understanding of the situation. After all, three boys suddenly going missing from the same area in just as many months, had sparked national media interest.
"Thanks, Dad," Cole said flatly. His voice was devoid of any emotion.
The boy sat there, poking at his lunch with his knife and fork, but not taking a single bite.
"They... They're not gonna find him are they, Dad?" Cole said. His voice was still empty and without emotion. "I'm never going to see him again, am I?"
Gordon swallowed hard over the solid lump in his throat. He didn't know the answer to that question. He honestly didn't know how to answer. He wanted to be able to tell his son that everything was going to be okay and that all will work itself out in the end. However, he didn't want to lie to his son and risk breaking the bond of trust they shared with one another. After all, if they found out that the worst had happened and that Hunter was never coming back, Cole would need him.
"Son," he started. His voice already faltering on that one word. "Son, the police are doing everything they can to find H-Hunter." Gordon gulped, knowing full well that Cole wasn't stupid. He knew that his son was fully aware of the fact that he'd just avoided answering the boy's question.
Tears dropped from Cole's chin onto the lightly salted ham, cheese, and green-pepper omelette he was poking at with his cutlery.
"Dad," Cole said.
"Yeah, Son?" Gordon replied.
"M-may I be excused, please?" his son asked. Gordon's heart broke for, what felt like, the thousandth time that week knowing he was, once again, unable to console his son's own broken heart. He felt like such a useless father.
"Of course you can, Cole," he replied, a couple of tears running down his cheek.
His son stood up and went to leave. Selfishly, before his son left, Gordon asked, "May I have a hug, please, Son?"
Cole slowly turned around. He had been so disconnected from everyone around him for the past week and it was the first time he had considered how anyone else was feeling besides himself and Hunter. He nodded, feeling somewhat guilty and walked into his father's warm open arms. Together, father and son sobbed, sharing their loss, insecurities, weaknesses and vulnerabilities with one another without saying a single word.
***
Monday, 20th May 1991 - Dylan's First Day At School
The final school bell rang, signifying the end of the school day.
After collecting their belongings and bags, Dylan and Chase took a slow walk out of the main school building and towards the gate. They chatted together, laughing and taking every opportunity they could to share affectionate touches with one another - squeezes of arms, pats on backs... that sort of thing. The hustle and bustle of noisy kids rushing to get out of school faded into the background as the two boys savoured every moment together.
Once they reached the school gate, Chase said, "I have to go this way," gesturing the opposite way to which Dylan had to walk.
"Oh, umm, I have to go this way," Dylan replied wistfully.
"Yeah I know," Chase half smiled and looked down at the floor.
"I'll see you tomowwow, wight?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow," Chase said.
There was an awkward silence for a moment while Chase built up his courage. With a deep breath in and out, Chase took Dylan's hand gently in his own and leaned in to give the boy a gentle kiss on his cheek. He let go of Dylan's hand and a blush settled on Dylan's cheeks as he smiled. And with that, Chase turned around and started his walk home. Dylan could only stare at the boy as he walked off, the goofiest of smiles on his face.
"Hey, Little Bro," Dominic said, startling the young boy.
"Dom-nic, uh, oh, umm, hi," Dylan sputtered.
"You didn't come to meet me at the gate at lunch," Dom said. He actually sounded really quite upset.
"Dommie, I'm... I'm so sowwie," Dylan pleaded. He felt horrendously guilty.
"Who... Who was that boy?" Dominic asked, unable to hide the jealousy in his voice.
"That's Chase. Wemembuww, I told you about him when I was in the cages," Dylan explained truthfully. "Please, you'ww not angwy wif me aww you, Dommie?"
"No, Little Bro. I'm not angry," Dominic said. "I can't deny that it hurt a little to see another boy kissing you, though."
"Oh," Dylan said. He felt even more guilty as he thought about all the hand-holding and boners earlier in the day.
"You like him, don't you," Dom's voice faltered as he asked the question.
"I do, Dommie. But, please... I love you. He could nevuww weplace you," Dylan begged trying to hold back tears. "He's not you Dom-nic and I love you too much. I don't want to eveuww huwwt you. I promise I'll nevuww speak to him again if you don't want me to."
Dominic was flattered by Dylan's words and genuinely believed him. He tried his hardest to put his jealousy to one side as he pulled his boy in for a tight hug.
"I just was so scared that you'd found a boy you liked more than me, Dylan," he said. He was starting to well up, himself.
"I pwomise, Dom. You mean moww to me than anyone evuww will," Dylan said, squeezing Dominic tightly.
Dominic broke the hug and stared into Dylan's eyes and said, "Okay. I believe you. I'm sorry for being so jealous, Dylan. You just mean so much to me. I won't force you to stop seeing him or being friends with him. I don't mind if you even want to kiss and hold hands. But, would you mind if you tell me if you want to do anything more with him please, Dylan?"
Dylan wiped his eyes and nodded. A few seconds later a big grin crossed the young boy's face. Dominic knew that grin by now. It was his horny grin.
"What are you thinking, you cheeky little imp?" Dominic teased.
Dylan leaned into Dominic to whisper in his ear. "Maybe we could have some fun all togethuww," he suggested mischievously.
The soft breath of Dylan's whisper and the words he uttered made Dominic go weak at the knees. He grinned himself.
"You know, Little Bro," Dominic said. "That sounds like it could be a lot of fun."
Dylan giggled.
"Com'on, you horny little imp," Dominic said. "Let's head home."
The two boys entered the front door of the Berrycloth residence. Mackie was bounding around the boys in circles, overjoyed to see them both as usual. The two boys greeted the excited pooch before heading into the lounge.
"Hey, boys. How was school," said Iris. She was genuinely excited to find out how Dylan's first day at his new school had gone and how the boys had gotten along walking to and from school.
Iris used to take Dominic to school previously. However, the boys had begged her to allow them to walk to school together. It took some convincing, but Iris finally conceded after talking to Steven about it some. The parents had decided that, firstly, it was only a ten-minute walk for the boys. And, secondly, the two of them were mature enough to look after each other on their way to school. However, as this was the first time, Iris had been worrying all day about the boys and if they'd made it to school on time and without incident.
"Good thanks, Mum," said Dominic. "And we didn't get chopped up into little pieces by an axe murderer or anything," he joked with a cheeky grin.
"That's good," said Iris. "But you can't blame me for being concerned for you two's safety. It's my job after all."
"Yeah, Mum. I know," Dom said, rolling his eyes sarcastically before giving his mother a hug.
"And how's our little mute? Did you have a nice first day at school, too?" asked Iris. Although Dylan was communicating verbally with the parents a little now, the young boy would still rather defer to using other forms of non-verbal communication. However, this didn't bother either Iris or Steven as they knew the boy was making progress and that he would do so in his own time.
"I had fun, fanks, Eye-wiss," the little boy said excitedly, genuinely surprising her.
"Oh, that's great news, Dylan," she replied, just as excitedly.
"Yeah," Dylan continued. "Chase is in the same class as me. I weally couldn't believe it when I saw him." Iris's eyes were like saucers. She knew exactly who Chase was and couldn't believe that the two boys were going to the same school. She also knew of the blonde boy's background and worried about him potentially being a bad influence on her sweet, innocent boys. If only she knew.
"That's nice, Dylan," she said, realising she had been quiet for way too long.
"Yeah," said Dominic, "we were thinking about getting him to come over for dinner one night this week... If that's okay with you, of course, Mummy."
Iris forced a smile. She really didn't feel too comfortable having the son of two heroin addicts over at her house. However, she couldn't say no to her son when he called her "Mummy". It was her kryptonite and Dominic knew it. With a sigh, she said, "Okay. But you need to let me know at least a day in advance."
Both boys fist-pumped the air and rushed her for a tight hug.
"We're going to hang out in my room for a while, okay, Mum?" Dominic asked.
"That's fine, boys. Dinner will be ready in an hour or so and your father should be back around then, too," she said. "Do you have any homework to do?"
Both boys shook their heads before heading off to Dom's bedroom.
Sat on the bed cuddling with one another, the boys began to reconcile their little jealous tiff that happened just after school.
"So," said Dominic, "did you think of anything yet?"
"Huh?" asked Dylan.
"You... I mean.. Did you..." Dominic spluttered out.
Dylan kissed Dom's lips, instantly shutting the older boy up and sending warm waves of relaxation through his entire body.
It didn't take long until the two boys were passionately making out. Dylan, of course, had taken his customary position he always took while they were making out - he was kneeling, one leg on either side of Dominic, straddling the older boy. - It was a position they both liked very much.
"Remember when I told you how much I love this... Like it makes me feel so helpless, like you could do anything to me?" Dominic asked coyly.
"Yeah, I do," Dylan said, the biggest shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
"Well..." Dominic murmured quietly. "You thought of anything?"
"Maybe." Dylan's grin growing wider.
Both boys' hearts were pounding. Their breathing was heavy and they were being driven by their lust for one another.
Suddenly, almost making Dominic jump, Dylan grabbed Dom's wrists tightly. The sudden show of power from the younger boy made Dominic's heart race and his pupils dilate. He gulped hard and his already rock-hard cock stiffened a little more.
Dylan dragged Dominic's wrists so they were above the older boy's head and pinned them down to the bed with one hand, leaving one of his own hands free. This was the most erotic moment of Dominic's life and his heart was beating out of his chest.
"You'ww a filthy little cock slut, awwen't you," Dylan said as he slid his free hand around Dominic's neck. His other hand still pinning the older boy's wrists to the bed above his head.
Dominic submissively nodded. He had never seen this side of Dylan before. It was extremely exciting but also somewhat unnerving, too.
Dylan slightly tightened his grip around Dominic's neck. He wasn't strangling the boy, but he could certainly feel the pressure of the smaller boy's hand gripping him. Adrenaline was coursing through his body as he stared into the younger boy's eyes. Those soft, adorable stone-grey marble eyes were gone. They had been replaced with slabs of cold concrete, containing nothing; no emotion.
Dominic's entire body jerked in shock as the hand around his neck jumped to his jaw. His head swam in confusion, passion, fear, and lust. His entire body tensed as he submitted himself to Dylan... No... This wasn't Dylan. This was someone else; this was something else. Fear and excitement had him pinned, speechless. All the older boy could do was let the painfully slow seconds of his domination tick by as those cold grey eyes stared into his soul. It was unnerving, to say the least, but highly erotic.
Dominic winced in fear as Dylan's face darted toward his, just before the younger boy ran the entirety of his tongue from the bottom of his neck to his earlobe. Dominic's body convulsed from the sensation.
Dylan sat back up again. His half-closed, lust-filled, empty grey eyes stared down at the boy below him like a piece of meat. The boy was letting out little grunts as he breathed.
Dominic started to wonder if this was going a little too far. But before he could even make his mind up, the younger boy grabbed Dominic by the hair, one hand on either side of his head.
"Open wide you, little whowwe," Dylan demanded. And Dominic instinctively did exactly what he was told. He was actually a little worried about what the boy might do if he didn't comply.
Dylan slipped his boyhood into the older boy's mouth and started to face-fuck him.
"Awhh, fuck yeah. You duwwty little cock slut," Dylan said as he gripped Dominic's hair a little harder, making the older boy wince in pain. Dominic was genuinely surprised. He had never heard such profanities from his sweet little brother's mouth before. He didn't know how to feel; should he be turned on or worried?
The young boy continued to mercilessly fuck his older brother's face with his incredibly hard tool for several minutes before quickly reaching his climax.
"Oh fuck, yeah. You'ww gonna swallow my big load, you duwwty little cum whowwe," Dylan said as his thrusts became more deliberate. This really unnerved Dominic. He knew damned well that Dylan couldn't cum any "big loads".
"Oh fuck," Dylan shouted out, on the very edge of his orgasm. "Yeah, fuck, take it you sexy little whowwe," he grunted deeply, thrusting once... twice... and a third, final time into Dominic's mouth as his chubby little boner pulsed away in Dominic's mouth.
As Dylan's orgasm subsided, his low grunts turned into the sweet breathless pants and coos that Dominic was so used to hearing.
Still out of breath, the young boy slid off the side of the older boy's body and snuggled up to him.
Dylan's body was still quivering as he lay his arm over Dominic and nuzzled into him, purring softly until he fell asleep.
Dominic, however, didn't sleep; he couldn't sleep. He was so incredibly confused about what had just happened. This was nothing like Dylan had ever acted before and he had no idea where it had come from. He could still smell Dylan's scent on his face mixed with his own saliva. Dominic used a hand to wipe the mixture of boy pheromones and spit from his lips and held it to his nose and inhaled, causing a drug-like buzz to shake through his body. He was so, so confused and didn't know if he enjoyed being so openly used by his little brother like that. He turned his head slightly to look at the angelic face of the boy who had, moments ago, abused his mouth without mercy, almost as if he was someone else. Someone much less sweet.
Dylan stirred a little in his sleep. He let out a few small whimpers before putting his thumb in his mouth and pulling Dominic closer. All of Dominic's confusion washed away as he, once again, saw his scared, vulnerable little Dylan next to him. He turned his body slightly to the boy who was suckling on his thumb and pulled him as close as he could. He didn't care what his concerns were; they could wait.
Dominic sighed. He then rested his chin on top of the young boy who was snuggled deep into his chest as he drifted into Nap-Land with his favourite boy.
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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.
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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?"
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What... You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you? I wonder what the men have in store for the three boys.
Do you think Dominic will be able to keep his jealousy in check in regards to Dylan and Chase? One thing is for certain though: those three are going to have some bedroom fun together. Also, what was with Dylan going full-on domination mode? It sure was out of character.
Next chapter we will focus a little more on Hunter. The poor boy is scared, alone, and very, very confused. Also, the boys' new playhouse is due to be delivered and built soon. And if you know anything about the Berrycloth parents, they don't do anything in half measures.
I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and I hope you all have a great New Year, too. x
Don't forget to check out the website @ https://LittleNinja.world
Feedback and suggestions are always welcome. Hit me up @ 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 your comments on this chapter. I reply to everyone who drops me a line.
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Counting - Tux
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Geeks - Paul Schroder
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Inspecting A Cum Pewter (Short Story) - John Candu
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Timmy and the Travellers - David Clarke
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Nexus - David Clarke
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Gingerbread Boy - Andrew Thomas
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Brotherly Games - Delgrado
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Eighteen Months with Rhett - Earth Boy
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