Counting

Chapter 20

by Tux

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Chapter 20 - Trick or Treat

AJ

The water is so cold that I can barely feel my face anymore. I struggle with my bonded hands as I force my head out of the freezing water for a tease of fresh air. For that split second of reprieve, I can hear laughter and cheering going on around me. My head plunges back into the water while I search for the key to my cell. The cell of peer pressure; to do something so stupid. Searching, searching, my head swishes back and forth till I find it. I grab the stem of the key in my teeth and retract my head from the icy water of the tub full of apples.

Everyone cheers, and Zack unties my hands and helps me to my feet. I take a bite of my apple and then hold it up for all to see. Zack hugs me and announces, "Okay, who's next?" I walk through the crowd of brothers, receiving congratulations and slaps on my back.

Mom hands me one of the many towels she is holding and says, "Good job, honey. I know you hate that game. Thank you for going first."

"I can't feel my face," I mumble and begin to rub my face with the dry towel.

She helps with drying my head when we hear cheering coming from around the `Dunking For Apples' game. Mom heads to the newest winner with an apple in his mouth, and Dad walks over with a tray of mugs with hot spiced cider in them. "Take one of these. It will put color back in those cheeks again," he says as I take one and take a sip. It's warm on the edge of being too hot, but it feels so good going down my throat when I take a proper drink.

I take my cider inside and sit on my bar stool to watch Lana stack toilet paper rolls on the bar. "What are you doing?" I ask, sipping my drink.

She sighs and answers, "Getting the next game ready for your weird friends." I guess I look uncomfortable because she reaches across the bar and messes up my hair saying, "I'm kidding, most of them are okay. What's up with the girl?"

"Who,... Suzie?"

"She's the only girl you invited, right?"

"She's a friend," I answer plainly.

"Are you sure? She watches you a lot."

"She does?" I ask and turn to see her watching me while she stands in line. "She knows I'm gay. Besides, it's her brother I'm worried about. He's cute, and I think he's here for me. I've caught him grabbing my butt a couple of times already."

"Oh wow, does Zack know...?"

"No, and you can't tell him!" I interrupt her. "He's having problems with me being friends with Suzie. If he knew about Ash, he'd hate me."

Lana studies my face and then advises, "Don't worry about it. You can't help you're a piece of hot ass."

Shocked she said that, I slide off the stool, put my cowboy hat on, and tell her, as if I'm offended, "I can't believe you said that." Then, before I open the door, I turn back, pop my ass out a little, and ask, "Do you really think so?" And then I dodge a toilet paper roll before I hurry outside laughing.

Zack

AJ comes back outside, turns, sticks out his tongue at Lana in the kitchen, and then joins his friends that are standing in line. Suzie and her little gay brother go to the back of the line to talk to him. I want to hurry over there, but I told mom I'd help with this game. They talk a little, then laugh. It seems all innocent enough. Zeke punches my arm and shakes his head at me.

"Having problems concentrating? He's nine years old and gay. You have nothing to be concerned about."

Zeke helps Alex up after getting his apple, and mom hands him a towel. Chet is the last to try the apple dunking game. Suzie didn't do it, decided to stand with AJ and talk with her brother. I don't know her brother. I guess he's from AJ's third-grade class, and just couldn't get the nerve to talk to him. He is definitely gay, if he knows it or not. It's in his walk, his laugh, and how he's hitting on my boyfriend!

While Chet splashes around for his apple, Tommy and Cory join AJ. I do feel better that some of our friends are there with him. After Chet gets his apple, mom hands him a towel and then announces that we are all to head to the kitchen. Kids file through the kitchen door, and dad makes sure everyone gets a mug of cider. Inside, she breaks us up into groups of five.

"Can everyone hear me? Okay good, now pick one person to be the mummy, and Lana will hand out the mummy wrapping to each group. You have two minutes to wrap your mummy. The best-looking mummy wins the prize!"

Mom breaks us up into our groups, and we boys are all in different groups. AJ and his group are by the door. I'm in the living room with my group, and Zeke is in the kitchen. Each area has four rolls of toilet paper. Each group has the same idea and picks the smallest kid to wrap. Over by the door, AJ is being wrapped by his team. Then mom shouts `Go!' and we all grab our rolls of toilet paper and go to work. Then I see it, AJ's face changed, just for a split moment, but it did, and I recognize that face. I see it every night when I play with his balls. So, now my attention is on my boyfriend.

Suzie's brother, whose name is... Ash, is squatting down and wrapping AJ's... crotch, and every time he passes his junk, he does something; he rubs his balls, pinches his dick, or... whatever he is doing to AJ's butt. I can't see that side of him, but his face never lies. The saving grace or whatever is holding me back from walking over there and beating the shit out of an eight-year-old is that AJ looks pissed also.

"Hey!" Craig says, poking me in the ribs, "Keep wrapping."

"Sorry," I tell him, and I get back to work until the timer is done. Mom stops us, and Lana walks around the groups, judging which mummy looks the best. My eyes are glued to AJ and Ash. After Lana takes his picture and moves to our group, I see AJ grab Ash by the shirt and pull him close. I almost ran over there to stop the kiss, but he didn't kiss him. AJ is whispering to him.

I can see AJ's eyes move over to me, and Ash's follow his. The cheeky look on Ash's face drops off as AJ talks to him in his ear. The color drains from Ash's face, and he gives AJ a nod. AJ pats him on the back, and he walks away.

I meet up with my lover and help him remove his mummy wraps. "Hey, what was that all about?" I ask him, trying not to sound interested.

AJ

Grabbing Ash by the shirt, I move him close to me, and as his face gets closer, I see his lips purse up like we're going to kiss or something. I roll my eyes and go past his lips, obviously, and whisper in his ear, "You know, I really like you, and I think you're cute and all, but if you touch my cock or ass one more time, I'm not going to be able to stop him."

"Him who?" He whispers in my ear. I almost missed it with all the noise in the room.

I turn my face real slow, so he gets my meaning to follow my gaze to the overprotective, almost bare-chested zombie standing in the next group in the living room. "You see that thirteen-year-old zombie with eighteen-year-old muscles? That's my boyfriend, and he's about to come over here and beat you to a pulp. So, keep your hands to yourself, okay?" He gives me a nod, and I pat him on the back as he walks away.

Zack watches Ash walk past him on his way over to help me unwrap. "Hey, what was that all about?" He asks me, trying not to sound interested.

With my most innocent look, I hang my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss that earns us some whistles and catcalls. As our lips separate, I say, "Nothing, just someone after me for my hot little ass." He looks at me as if I never talk that way, but his smile tells me he likes it. I'll have to remember to cuss more if it turns him on.

Lana walks past Zack to collect the mummy wrappings we tore off my body and says, "I should have never said that to you." Zack looks at her with a confused look, and I just laugh till she swats my ass, saying harshly, "...and stop cussing." It stings a little; enough to get me to rub my butt. I stick out my tongue and head to the kitchen, pulling Zack behind me by the hand, where mom is beginning to serve supper.

We're having hotdogs that are wrapped in pastry to look like mummies and green French fries. We each have two little containers for ketchup and mustard, and we all gather around the table to eat. I ate three and most of my fries, Zack ate the rest. Chet ate ten. We were all cheering him on, and mom kept his plate full. He stopped at ten saying that he was saving room for dessert. We got to pick our dessert: a chocolate and vanilla cake with a really cool skeleton and a black cat frosted on top, or `Dirt Pie'. I love dirt pie and have two helpings of it. I think I like the gummy worms the best, but the pudding is good too.

The rest of the party is scary movie time, but it ended up being more horseplay with some grab-ass thrown in. Zack held me tight every time I jumped or screamed at the next jump scare. It's true that most of my screams, jumps, and burying my face in his chest were to make an excuse for him to hold me tight, but the others bought it and by `others' I mean our parents.

Soon after our movie is over, Brian's mom arrives, and my mom shouts over the conversation of little boys to get our attention. "Hey, everyone, line up and get your makeup checked. Us moms have fake blood for those who want it. We will then be splitting up and driving to the park, where you will be meeting your parents. Then it's time to `Trick or Treat!'" Smudges and eyeliner are redrawn on those that need it. Lana redid Suzie's hair to look more punkish, I guess.

Once we got to the park, we all horsed around until one by one the parents of my friends came to take them downtown to trick or treat. Cut Bank is pretty cool for Halloween. They block off the streets for five square blocks, and all the shops along that route come out and set up tables, decorations, and eerie sounds. Some are even dressed up. I got to see the Hocus Pocus sisters and the villains from Harry Potter. Later, I learned that the adults that were dressed up as The Walking Dead zombies and walking up and down the streets were policemen. You would never see New York's finest doing that. It is a lot of fun. I see Ninjas, other Cowboys, Boxers, Football players, Power Rangers, Elves, Dwarves, Knights, Samurai, and Ghostbusters, but the ones that came to represent are from Disney. Disney everything, from villains to heroes. Everything Marvel, Star Wars, Princesses, and a crowd of Mickey and Minnie's.

Trick or treating is a lot of fun, but every once in a while, I get that feeling, you know what I'm talking about. The hair stands up on the back of your neck, or the panic feeling you get when someone is about to touch you and you don't see them coming. I would stop and spin around, only to be staring into Buzz Lightyear or some other random kid's eyes. Zack tells me I'm just being paranoid because we watched that scary movie, but I'm not convinced. Someone is watching me, I'm sure of it. I stick as close to the twins and hold Zack's hand whenever I can. Other than that, I'm having a blast. We get so much candy that we must get new bags.

A Grey Nondescript Van

I nervously tap my fingers on the passenger side armrest, then blurt out in a huff, "There are a lot of fucking SUVs here. Are you sure you have the right one?"

Franklin turns to me and looks irritated. He collects his thoughts and tells me, "Sir, I'm a professional. Some soccer mom isn't going to be enough to shake my tail. Besides, I had Rick check the license plate. We're good to go."

I can tell he wants to say something else, and I know what it is. "Well, spit it out. You don't think we should do this, do you?" I accuse him.

He thinks for a minute or two and says, "I'm not being paid good money to tell you what to do. But I will advise you that once we drive up and open that door, we are taking that kid. There is no turning back. Are you sure you hate him that much?"

I think it over, and my scowl tells him about my feelings on this matter before I even open my mouth, "You're right, of course. You're not being paid to tell me what to do, and I'm paying you a bonus to just do this and keep your mouth shut. This isn't the first time either of you has kidnapped a kid, is it?"

He shakes his head and says, "And every time I beg my client to think of a different way."

"He ruined my life. He deserves what I do to him. With his perfect little face and little body, He acts like a girl without even having to hide it." I catch myself from going farther because I've said too much. "We are grabbing the kid," I say with finality in my voice.

We both sit in silence and watch out for the SUV. Rick emerges from the street and hurries to the van. The side door opens, and he gets in, saying, "We have a problem. He doesn't leave the twins' sides. Most of the time, he's holding one of their hands."

"You're a grown ass man, can't you handle a couple of teenagers?" I ask with disgust. "Besides, we just want the little one. Just pick him up."

The big black man rolls his eyes and says, "I followed them all the way downtown and back. There weren't any openings for me to `just pick him up.' His parents stopped a couple of car rows over and let the kids go on alone. I think we can grab him at the SUV."

"Here, take the stack of pictures. These will cause a distraction, and then when we pull up, grab the cowboy, and Franklin will floor it."

Rick takes them and gets out of the van. He heads down the street, just past the SUV belonging to the Dockers. All is ready, and the disappearance of AJ Docker is about to begin.

Zack

On the way back from trick-or-treating, dad and mom stop by one of their friends' car to talk.

I look back and tell them, "We're going to get the football from the SUV and play in the park." Dad waves to me to let me know it's okay. Boy talk ensues about what we all want to do during fall break, how cold us twins are, and AJ reminding me that I agreed to give him all my Reeses Cups. The laughter and joking around is soon broken up by a black man who hurries in between AJ and me. We both must catch ourselves, so we don't fall. "Watch where you're going," I shout and check on my boyfriend.

The man turns and tosses a stack of papers at me, and they scatter to the ground. Zeke stands in front of me and yells, "What's your problem?"

Curious about the papers, I look down to see what is on them. AJ has beaten me to it and has one in his hand. I look over his shoulder, and he quickly spins around and holds it to his chest. "Stop! Don't look at it!" he yells, then spins around and franticly begins to pick them up. Confused with AJ's reaction, I look at my brother, who has one of the photos in his hand. His face is white, and he looks like he is scared.

"What is it?" I ask and reach down to pick one up, only to have AJ snatch it from me. "Hey, this isn't funny. Give me one!" I say with a raised voice. He looks up at me and the panic on his face and the trembling of his body tell me this is serious.

Then, to my right, a bystander picks one up and comments loudly, "Wow! Look at the size of that cock this kid is taking!" AJ rushes to him and tries to take it from him, but the bigger kid is too quick and holds it above his head. His friends get copies, and AJ bounces back and forth, trying to get the picture from them.

"Look, he really is a cowboy!"

"Look at his face. Daddy's Slut sure is enjoying it!"

Now that AJ is distracted, I lean over and pick one up and look at it. I don't get a good look at it because Zeke slaps it from my hands, yelling, "He told you not to look at it, dumbass!"

"Why do you get to, and I don't?" I half yell back and push him.

I lean over to pick up another one, and as I grab it, Zeke goes to push me. He never saw my gut punch coming, but when it connects... it's on. Zeke socks me in the face, and I felt it vibrate through my jaw and neck. So, I counter with two more punches of my own. The soreness in my ribs and stomach tells me my hits are solid ones. That's the bad thing about fighting your twin. You're hurting yourself, too. He recovers, and while I am getting ready for his next punch and folding the picture up to put it in my pocket; he tackles me to the ground.

AJ

"Don't forget, you said you would give me all your Reese's Cups," I remind Zack.

He laughs and asks, "You remember that, don't you? I was hoping you forgot; you're not going to hold me to that, are you?"

This starts a conversation about what trick-or-treat candy is the best, then out of the blue, some black guy rushes past us, almost knocking me to the ground. As I regain my balance, he throws a stack of papers at Zack, and they scatter on the ground at my feet. Confusion stops me from recognizing it at first, but once my mind catches up with current events, I remember the pictures hanging on the wall. The photo is of my dad's office.

I pull the photo free from the others, and my body freezes before my mind registers what the picture is of. It's of me. It's a picture of me riding my father. His cock is about halfway out of my butt, and my dick is sticking straight out as hard as can be! I remember this, he's about to cum, and he was about to force the full length into me. I thought I was going to die from the pain and hated myself for it feeling so good. He had found my boy button and was pounding it. My mind was so fuzzy. All I can remember is how much it hurt afterward and how great it felt at the same time. Turning around, I see Zack trying to look over my shoulder, and I stop him from seeing the photo. "Stop! Don't look at it!" I yell.

I spin back around and begin to collect the photos as fast as I can before the wind blows them out of reach. Zeke and Zack are arguing behind me, and I pay them no mind as I try to gather the pictures. Then I see Zack bend down and pick up one that has blown by his feet. Rushing over, I snatch it from him and look up at him.

Zack raises his voice, protesting my actions, "Hey, this isn't funny; give me one!" It's at this point that I realize that I'm sobbing and trembling. I answer him with a little shake of my head in defiance.

A gust of wind blows a few over toward some older boys that are walking by, and I hurry after them. One of them catches it out of midair and shouts, "Wow! Look at the size of that cock this kid is taking!" Holding it out of my reach, he begins to make fun of me once he recognizes me from the photo. His friends get copies, and I do what I can to get the picture from them, but it was no use.

"Look, he really is a cowboy!"

"Look at his face. Daddy's Slut sure is enjoying it!"

Their ribbing quickly turns to grabbing at my ass and dick and pushing me into each other. I look for help, but my protectors are trying to beat the shit out of each other.

A Grey Nondescript Van

"See, it's working," I point out to my bodyguard. "That little slut is freaking out! There see it," I radio Rick. "Grab AJ! We're on our way!"

Franklin floors the accelerator, and the van takes off.

AJ

The twins are throwing punches, and when they hit the floor, I decide to do something about it, so I hurry to them and grab one of them by the arm to pull him off his brother. Not even I can tell them apart with them rolling around like this. As I pull him back, the other one takes the opportunity to get a free shot in and punches his brother in the stomach. The one I had a hold of stumbles and swings his arm out to regain his balance, clocking me under the jaw.

Falling over, I fight to not blackout as I rub my jaw. I see the black guy from before rush me and scoop me up. Before I can react, the grey van slams on its brakes, and the side door opens right before it comes to a stop next to the black guy and me. He goes to throw me into the van, and the twins charge him. As the twins are dealing with the black man, unsuccessfully, I might add, a white man with blonde hair in a long coat and a COVID mask grabs me from the van and takes off running the other way. Spinning in his arms, I elbow him in the face, causing him to stumble and fall. Looking back at the van, I see the black man throwing a limp zombie into the van. Then it spins its tires and speeds towards the exit.

I stand up, yelling for help, and look for the man who pulled me from the van. I only catch a glimpse of his back as he runs through the crowd, leaving his bloody COVID mask next to me on the ground. Then I hear my phone ringing. I fish my phone out of my pocket to hang it up and call 911, but the caller ID causes my blood to run cold. It's Bobby Ton. I look around for the twin that was with me and see him chasing the van as it speeds out of the parking lot. Cautiously, I answer the phone as if it is from a nightmare horror movie, "Who is this?"

"What's wrong, AJ? Don't you remember my voice?"

"Bobby? What's going on?!"

"I've got your boyfriend, and you better do everything I say or you're going to find him in that park tomorrow, dead."

"What? Zack! Why did you take Zack? This isn't funny. Let him go!"

"Does it sound like I'm joking?! Shut the fuck up and do what I say! Don't tell anyone but Zeke that we've talked. At midnight, you will get to my location, and you and Zeke will meet me there in two hours. Don't be late. Come alone or I swear you will find a dead body."

My tears are flowing so much that I can't really see anything. At this point, I'm not even sure Bobby can understand what I'm saying, "Let him go please... just don't hurt him!"

"You've ruined my life, AJ, it's time I return the favor," and then the line goes dead.

I blankly look around and see my parents coming from one direction and Zeke running up to me from the other. He wraps me up in his arms and holds me tight, and the phone drops from my hand and hits the pavement. "Bobby took Zack, he's got... Zack," I manage to say through my sobbing.

End of Counting - Chapter 20 - Tux

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