Castle Roland

Somerset Farm

by Jamie Haze

In Progress

Chapter 23

Published: 19 Jan 15


Jamie Haze

Don Thomas had been up for hours watching the clock hands move ever so slowly toward six o'clock in the morning. He'd read and re-read all the legal documents that seemed to appear with lightening speed from unknown attorneys who'd managed somehow to obtain decisions and final decrees from the presiding judge handling his custody battle with Kevin Fair, the father of his twin grandsons. Prior to a phone conversation with Bucky Trenton, the judge's calendar was packed for at least eight months. Bucky promised to see what he could do to hasten the proceedings. Suddenly the case was concluded. He'd won everything he wanted; sole custody, the only thing. The twins were to receive full restitution, everything material that their father possessed was theirs with the exception of clothing and any tools he might require to ply his former trade, plumbing. Don Thomas smiled to himself. "Before too long Kevin Fair, you won't be needing clothes or tools after I see you one last time," he thought gleefully. "Retribution Day is certainly appropriate." Don Thomas marveled at how long Bucky Trenton's arms were and how many he seemed to have.

The previous evening, the twins declared the next day, Thursday, to be Retribution Day. Don Thomas agreed in an effort to get them to go to bed. It was to be like Christmas Day and would be celebrated as a major holiday by he and his grandsons, henceforth.

It was time to wake them. He strode down the hall of the three-bedroom suite one of Bucky Trenton's minions guided them to after meeting them at the airport. It was a permanent suite Bucky leased to use when he visited Los Angeles. Don Thomas still gawked at the valuable art that lined the hallway and rooms. There were no prints, or even signed prints, only originals hung on the walls of an apartment the owner rarely visited.

Don Thomas opened the door to the bedroom the twins shared. He was careful to be very quiet. He didn't want to wake them just yet. He wanted to watch them while they slept for a minute to savor his victory and theirs. He knew how he'd find them; he'd seem them before. They always slept together, and always touching in a mad tangle of arms and legs. They never slept covered; one of them might suffocate. They also always slept in the nude. For as long as he could recall even at age five or six. They might dutifully obey their mother and wear pajamas to bed, but by morning the garments were always discarded, so their mother gave up.

As infants they sucked their thumbs. Not their own, but each others and as they matured, they graduated at some point in time, from digits to appendages. At first their mother, Don Thomas' beloved daughter Teresa was shocked while their father laughed and deemed the habit as a stage they would outgrow. He was wrong. The digits and appendages grew with the rest of their bodies and more frequently than not, their matching penis' were equally hard in the morning like other males of the species. The advent of puberty brought them the startling reward of mutual simultaneous orgasm, but Don Thomas didn't wish to dwell on that possibility.

Because he thought of Toby and Terry as functioning together via telepathy as one biological organism in two otherwise independent bodies, Don Thomas was therefore more than a little surprised to see them in the half-light of dawn that morning. He found one being the others superior. They were already awake and one was enthusiastically fucking the other using the classic missionary position. He could never tell them apart even if they were dressed differently, unless and until one of them touched him. Touching him was a ritual each time they saw him usually in the form of a kiss on his cheek. Their mother could link with their minds. Don Thomas required touching. Their father was a blank wall and never tried to tell them apart or call them by name. To Kevin Fair, his sons were 'You', collectively or individually. Don Thomas quickly pulled the door closed leaving just enough space for his eye.

His view of them was from the side with them being dully backlighted by the brightening dawn from large east facing windows. He wasn't shocked by their new blatant homosexual activity he expected it. For them it was the culmination of a natural progression. As he watched they experienced their orgasms. The one on top went rigid bracing himself above his brother on his toes and locked arms. The bottom brother locked his ankles around his lover-brother's waist so he maintained the closest possible contact as he was dragged up and backward until his hardness actually pointed down toward his head. Several large white drops appeared grouped closely at the base of his neck. The top brother lowered himself to his elbows and erased the globs with his tongue.

As Don Thomas watched, his grandsons smiled at each other, kissed, pulled back and smiled again as if something had been discussed and decided. They looked together at the almost closed door and giggled. "You can come in Gramps," they said together without moving except that they relaxed. The bottom twin unlocked his ankles and kept his knees bent so his feet were flat on the bed. His legs remained spread and his crotch bore the brunt of his brother's weight.

"I was going to wake you, but I saw you already were. I apologize for watching, but what you just finished was quite beautiful. I found I couldn't close the door." Don Thomas explained while he approached the bed. He had his hands in the pockets of his light silk robe. His hands became fists with his wrists bent outward to hide his growing erection as he stood beside the bed looking down on his beautiful grandsons.

The one on the bottom stopped stroking his brother's back and reached out his hand. Don Thomas was shocked at his reaction. He wondered if the twins were emitting phonemes or prodding him with their joined minds. He took the offered hand. It belonged to Toby.

"If you relaxed and let yourself go, we could talk like we did with Mom, almost." The twins told him together, but neither spoke. The message arrived as a thought.

Don Thomas suddenly felt his penis being pleasantly pressed against his abdomen by Terry's weight. That feeling merged with one of it being inside Toby's body. The twins' declining erections grew sympathetically with his until he felt a delicious tightness. Terry began to move slowly in his brother. Don Thomas thrust himself, remembering how long it had been since he last made love with his wife. "I'm three times your age," he argued weakly and thrust again, "and your grandfather." He added before he opened his eyes to see his robe open and feel it slither from his shoulders.

"See? It's working, better than anyone else, join us, we'll take you with us." Toby pulled Don Thomas down on to the bed by his hand. He lay beside them and pressed himself against them. One arm went under Toby's shoulders, the other caressed Terry's moving back. When they kissed each other deeply, his tongue and lips were there. He felt an exciting fullness in his bowels as Terry moved in Toby faster. His mind swirled with feelings of exquisite pleasure and love. He was Toby, Terry and himself, and they were he.

He lost consciousness or hyperventilated when they exploded together, and surfaced with open eyes to find him self on his back mediating a mental squabble between his lover grandsons concerning which of them should be first to clean him while each begged permission to take him in his mouth. Pain and shooting stars from knocked heads ended the argument and Don Thomas' sanity returned. He pushed them away from his cock gently, then noticed that Terry, in his haste had ignored the cum on his brother's chest and stomach. >From somewhere a thought or memory entered his mind about `no waste'. Without thinking, Don Thomas pulled rank on Terry and pushed Toby on his back again to comply with the admonition, rule or law among the group and do the honors himself. Terry happily accepted the alternate prize; his grandfather's cock.

"Group? What group?" Don Thomas asked aloud, before he realized the obvious answer. "ALL of them? But that can't be, you and they, you're all athletes, macho jocks. I never dreamed," Don Thomas was dazed by the thought that all of his young weekend guests were gay. The twins grinned and nodded. "Even Will and Joe? Not them certainly, I perceive them to be potential killers if anyone threatened young Buck or anyone else they were charged with protecting."

Toby answered aloud, Terry nodded. "Yup, them too, but they're a couple. Buck and Doug are in love, and we think that Paul and Morgan are too. And Patrick, we pick on him kind of. He was like you at first and said no, flat out, so we seduced him. Now he goes with the flow. He's funny. He's strict though he calls us young gentlemen and makes us mind, except in bed, then we're the boss, but still let him think he is. Peter has the hots for Dylan Kelly. You've heard of him? He couldn't come out with us because he's just starting a movie in New York City. And oh, hey, did we tell you that we're going to be in the movie too? Just as walk ons, whatever that is, but we're being paid and we get free lunches too."

While his brother did the talking, Terry piled pillows at the head of the bed to lean against, then pulled Toby back to rest comfortably on his chest. Terry surrounded Toby with his arms and idly played with his brother's cock with one hand, while the other roamed his body. Don Thomas regained his discarded robe and sat on the end of the bed watching them and listening to all the things, small things they told him via Toby's mouth. The two reminded Don Thomas of two young monkeys in a troop. Everything they did with or to each other seemed right and natural, accepted, expected and welcomed.

Don Thomas suggested that they should shower and dress while he ordered them breakfast then shower and dress him self. The twins came alive. They walked on their knees to him, wrestled him and tickled him until they got his robe off again. Then they surrounded him with their arms while he called room service before guiding him into their bathroom. In the shower, they insisted on washing him and paid particular attention to his genitals, trying to get him to respond. When he felt himself starting he pushed them away and began washing them. They responded to his hands instantly and pushed themselves at his hands. Until he felt the tickle of their minds in his and saw their grins. He quickly backed away and handed over the bar of soap and wash cloth.

Their predictable response was, "Awe Gramps, you're no fun, you know us too well. If you were Patrick, we'd have you in a heart beat."

Don Thomas shook his dripping head and laughed. "What happened was a lapse of good judgment on my part and won't be repeated. You're my grandsons for God's sake."

They stood in front of him proudly at attention, with their guts sucked in and their hips thrust out. Their matching erections quivered. "We'll let you go for now Gramps, because today is Retribution Day and breakfast is on it's way, but you have to sleep sometime. We'll draw straws to see who's first, and we'll get you. Poor Patrick says we're habit forming. We're the Dynamic Duo and there's no escape." One of them warned.

The hotel Concierge was waiting for them when the elevator doors rolled open on the lobby. He guided them to the first of two limousines parked at the front entrance. The doorman already had the rear door open and bowed them inside the big car. Don Thomas was dressed neatly in western riding garb to show his disdain for his ex-son-in-law that never was. He wanted to appear as if he'd just taken a moment from his busy day at the ranch to watch as the exterminators removed three noxious vermin from the twins new ultra modern multimillion dollar home in the City of Angels. He carried nothing. The two attorneys who waited for them in the car had all the legal documents with them that might be required. Don Thomas felt that just confronting the scumbag with a copy of his valid marriage certificate would be sufficient to make him and the women run, although probably in different directions after sly Thelma and her harridan mother discovered that there was a first and current Mrs. Kevin Fair.

Toby and Terry were jubilant. They so hated their stepmother that they went to the trouble of getting her a gift and a greeting card. The gift cost Don Thomas one hundred dollars, the amount that a dowdy and not quite clean saleswoman insisted on as the cost of ‘losing‘ her Wal-Mart royal blue bib complete with a name badge which the boys altered to read ‘Thelma‘. Customer Service provided an employment application blank.

The twins found a gift box at the winery embossed with the Nieman-Marcus logo. They carefully folded the soiled blue bib so the name badge was prominent when the tissue inside the box was parted. The tissue was the first page of the Employment Opportunities section of the Los Angeles Times. They had the box professionally gift wrapped in the hotel gift shop. The greeting card they chose was one offering their condolences.

The entrance gates leading to the Fair estate stood open. That was a cardinal sin in the canyons above Malibou. The landscape along the drive was turning brown for want of irrigation. Wind blown debris had collected in protected places for want of a maintenance service. The multi-story contemporary house that was mostly glass looked shabby and neglected. The Rolls Royce parked under the portico needed washing badly. The first limo parked behind the Rolls. Four rough looking men dressed in expensive dark business suits debarked from the rear doors of the second limo before it stopped rolling. Three formed a shield facing the entry doors to the house while the fourth opened the rear door of the first car and nodded his permission for Don Thomas, the twins and the attorneys to step out. A County Deputy Sheriff's cruiser had joined the parade at some point and the Deputy joined the small group.

One of the lawyers offered papers to the officer. He skimmed them quickly and nodded. He grinned at the twins. "You're Tobias and Terrence Fair?"

"Yes Sir." Came the joint response.

The Deputy looked at Don Thomas. "And you're Thomas Del La Varga, grandfather and legal guardian?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I have an order to remove trespassers from your property. Okay, let's get it done. I'll arrest them if they don't leave promptly and you'll press charges right?" He asked while they walked together to the front door.

"Trespassers?" One of the twins asked. "I thought we were going to evict them," he shrugged, "but we guess it doesn't matter what you call it as long as they leave."

"Evictions take forever in California," the Deputy explained and patted his handcuffs. "Trespassing though is a chargeable offense."

One of the suits pressed the doorbell. Everyone looked into the three-story atrium, the foyer, while they waited for someone to answer the door. Dying tropical plants planted in beds there were bolstered by a broad assortment of gaudy silk flowers of unidentifiable species and impossible colors; some even bore labels and price tags. The twins opened their mouths and pointed their index fingers at their tonsils making violent puking sounds. "Thelma," they said together then laughed with Don Thomas and the Deputy. The twin carrying their gift for her patted it affectionately.

Thelma appeared at the second level balcony. Her bleached hair was done up in huge curlers and she was cinching the belt of her silk robe. She looked down on the group of men watching her and screeched. The twins laughed and waved from behind one of the mean looking suits. Don Thomas grinned when she ran from their view, only to reappear pushing her husband Kevin Fair in front of her. The twins' father was wearing boxer shorts and looked sleepy, until he saw who waited outside his door. His eyes widened in surprise and shock.

"DADDY!" The twins screamed together, louder than Thelma's screeching demands that her husband do something to protect her and clear the intruders from their property.

Kevin pushed her away roughly and ran down the curving staircase. By the time he unlocked the door and pulled it open, Don Thomas was gratified to see real fear in his ex-son-in-law's green eyes. He was pleased the twins' eyes were brown and large like their mother's. They also carried the trait for raven hair, part of the Del La Varga heritage, and while their father was a strawberry blond that transcended to his body in almost pelt form, the twins would have almost no body hair as they matured into handsome, even beautiful young men. Don Thomas wondered if the twins might consider changing their names to Del La Varga. He made a mental note to ask them.

The Deputy squeezed between two of the suits, as a lawyer handed Don Thomas a paper. Don Thomas offered the copy of his original marriage certificate before the officer could advise Kevin that he was trespassing. "I believe this is yours," he said quietly. Kevin turned gray under his golden tan when he recognized the document. "There's a problem though with the divorce decree, we can't seem to find it anywhere. Your wife Susan says the reason is that there isn't one. You and she are separated informally, but still very much legally married."

Thelma shut her mouth long enough to read over Kevin's shoulder then she started again while swinging her fists into his body. The Deputy stepped in and stopped her abuse by holding her arms while he advised them both of the trespassing complaint. He strongly suggested that they vacate immediately or be arrested. One of the lawyers handed Kevin a thick sheaf of other legal documents, all his copies.

Don Thomas grinned when he saw movement on the second level as Thelma's mother peeked around the hall corner, saw him grinning back at her and disappeared.

Thelma's mouth got cranked up again since she couldn't use her fists. "YOU NO GOOD ROTTEN MOTHER FUCKER! YOU AREN'T MARRIED TO ME AND YOU WEREN"T EVEN MARRIED TO THAT BITCH TERESA." She got no further in her tirade. Two fourteen-year-old fists plowed into her gut with all the power the two boys could muster. The sound of air rushing from her lungs was gratifying to everyone. The Deputy holding Thelma didn't even try to hide his smile.

"You tripped me!" A twin accused the other. "Sorry Thelma old girl. Did that hurt? We hope so."

"I did NOT trip you! We both tripped over the same big chunk of dirt on this nasty floor." They took the time to giggle together while their grandfather roared his laughter. Toby continued when he could. He offered her the package. "We got this for you and you better take it since you definitely aren't qualified to clean houses. The Deputy let go of Thelma's arms. She took the gift and first held it to her ear, then shook it.

"Don't you trust us?" Terry asked sweetly. "It's not a bomb, not with us standing here."

"Nope we won't send that until Christmas, that is if you leave a forwarding address." Toby added.

"Perhaps you should pack a few things before your taxi arrives?" Don Thomas suggested. "I'd say you have about ten minutes, no more certainly. You'll be allowed to take personal things and what clothing you can carry." He shooed them toward the stairs with his hands like a parent might chase a child. Two suits started to accompany them up the stairs, but Don Thomas stopped them silently with a shake of his head. "Nine minutes!" He called after them, then added, "Oh, don't forget your mother, Thelma, she'll be leaving with you!"

"Gramps!" Terry exclaimed, "They'll just take all the small valuable stuff like Mother's jewelry."

Don Thomas grinned and nodded. "I'm counting on that. I'll bet each of you one dollar that all three of them have a private stash hidden somewhere that the other two don't know about. They are so utterly corrupt that they're willing to live like pigs in preference to any one of them admitting to the other two that they've been stealing from each other." Don Thomas grinned at the four burly suits. "When all three of them return here I would appreciate it if you would inspect their combined luggage thoroughly, as well as their persons, right down to the skin."

The chief suit giggled and reached into a pocket. "Actually we was plannin' to check ‘em out whether you asked or not. The boss said they was gold diggers and not to trust ‘em."

The twins' dark eyes grew while they watched the man carefully put on a pair of rubber gloves. "Are you really going to use those gloves?" They asked together, they were that excited by the thought of seeing Thelma get her most private parts inspected.

"Yes siree bob," the chief looked at the deputy, "that is I am if the law don't mind."

The officer shrugged and grinned. "If I wasn't on duty, I'd help. I think I'll just look around outside until you guys escort them out to the taxi." He looked at the suits generally, "It would be easier if there wasn't any blood or obvious bruising afterward. Have fun."

The twins watched him leave and return to his car. "He's nice. If we ever need bodyguards like Will or Joe, we should hire him." Toby said while Terry nodded.

Don Thomas called a halt to Kevin and Thelma's efforts to add to the massive pile of luggage, plastic tote boxes, cardboard cartons and even three wooden boxes from the winery after twenty minutes. Thelma's mother managed only one large suitcase on wheels that was so heavy she banged it down the staircase one step at a time, then stood near it frowning at her daughter and Kevin if they got too close.

Don Thomas nodded to the suits. "It would seem these trespassers travel with some extremely heavy clothing. Gentlemen, if you please." He pointed to a pair of magnesium cases that Kevin brought down first, then attempted to hide by stacking other boxes around them. "Those look interesting." He grinned at Kevin when two suits grabbed his arms. "Why Kevin I believe you've gained weight in the last twenty minutes."

When it was all over, Kevin, Thelma and her mother each carried one of the wooden wine cases. Each contained a haphazard collection of clothing and toiletries, one of the suits collected from the bedrooms. Everything else remained in the foyer.

Toby picked up one of the bundles of currency that filled the two metal cases. "Boy, Daddy sure was into Ben Franklin." Then looked at his grandfather hopefully.

Don Thomas nodded and smiled. "By all means, tip these men generously, and don't forget the kind Deputy. Give him my card and ask him to call anytime he wishes to retire from the County. I think we should begin thinking of some sort of protection for you boys."

Terry bent down to peer at the contents of a slimy baggy. "Thelma sure walks better now that she doesn't have to lug these around in her thing. Do you think she took them out before Daddy made love to her? Hey! Could we get a few of these set to make like earrings for all the guys? That would be neat. Can we get our ears pierced? Does it hurt I wonder?"

The chief suit laughed and fingered his ear stud. "I'll bet it don't hurt as much as luggin' a quarter pound of diamonds around stuffed up your pussy, that is if you had one." The twins looked at their grandfather and winked at him together.

"Look! There's her car and a van parked behind it. What do we do now?" Buck asked. He was leaning halfway out the rear window. Paul held his legs so he wouldn't fall out on the road in front of the house Jenny rented so her brothers had a place to live and where they would hold Buck until the ransom was paid.

"Now we wait for reinforcements. We need to hide this bus somewhere, it sticks out like a sort thumb here in the country." David drove off the road fifty yards from the house. He intended to get the car into a clump of trees, but the rear wheels sank in the bottom of drainage ditch that paralleled the road. "SHIT!"

Marc giggled nervously. "Man Bucky will kick your ass big time if you scratch up his car."

"I'd rather get kicked than killed, and that's what he told me he's going to do if any of you get hurt. Man, am I in trouble. I never should have listened to you Buck."

Buck dismissed David's fears. "Don't worry so much. Let's look around. Let me go Paul, you big lummox."

"I hope you land on your head you shrimp." Paul opened his arms. Buck's feet disappeared into the darkness at the side of the car.

"No! Buck! You get your ass back in this car now!" David ordered in a hoarse whisper, which grew louder and changed to pleading when Buck didn't answer him.

"Don't worry so much he's got a machine gun, he'll be all right." Marc giggled nervously.

David thought he was going to faint. "A machine gun? A real one?"

"Yeah, a little one, an Uzi I think, but he didn't take any extra ammo with him. Here," Marc scooted forward and offered two full clips to David over the back of the front seat. "better take him these."

David moaned. "Where the fuck did he get THAT weapon?"

"There's a drawer under the back seat. You want one? There's one more, and some hand guns."

"NO!" David got out of the car and closed the door carefully. He leaned back inside. "You guys stay here and keep quiet and leave those fucking weapons alone! I'll get Buck back here."

The guys watched his shadow merge with the trees closer to the house. Marc and Peter handed out the weapons. Marc gave Dylan two hand grenades. "Here, you know about these things.

"I do? Since when?" Dylan asked as he hefted one in each hand.

"Since you were in that flick. Remember when you were a kid in the underground? World War Two? DAH! Earth to Dylan. You pull the pin by biting on the ring with your teeth, you watch it for a minute, then throw it before it goes off. You wiped out half a Panzer Division. Remember? I don't remember the movie's name but it was pretty good."

Dylan stared at Marc like he was a nut case. "DAH yourself. You ever hear of make believe, as in acting? That's what I do."

"Whatever." Marc said as he figured out how to chamber a round in the second machine pistol while he followed Paul and Morgan out of the car.

David came up behind Buck as he jumped up and down under a kitchen window and managed to get a hand over his mouth. "Shhhhh.It's me, come on back to the car," he whispered desperately.

"No! You can hear voices, Doug's in there I can hear him! Boost me up so I can see in." Buck answered in his loud gravelly whisper.

"Okay, but shut up for Christ's sake. Then we go back to the car." David holstered his weapon, bent down and wrapped his arms around Buck's upper legs and lifted him.

"Closer!" Buck ordered hoarsely.

David's foot came down on a discarded bottle that pitched him forward suddenly one step. The Uzi thunked the side of the house before David regained his balance.

Jenny froze at the sound with a piece of half eaten pizza on it's way to her mouth. "What was that?" She asked nervously.

"Just that fuckin' coon again, gettin' in the garbage. He makes a fuckin' mess every night." The older brother explained. He picked up a revolver from the table and started to stand up. "I'll just fix his furry ass once and for all."

"No shooting now. I'll just chase him. He won't be back tonight." Buddy said quickly and headed for the back door. Doug's heart skipped a beat when he heard the bumping sound. It could have been a raccoon but if it was, then the terrain outside the house was different than most houses. They could be in a bi- level and the kitchen could be half under ground because it came from up high on the wall across from where he sat at the table. Doug preferred to think the sound was someone climbing up to rescue him somehow. He continued to eat the cold pizza, but his muscles tensed and he was ready to move quickly somewhere. The first thing he planned to do was strip the tape from his eyes. He'd been working on the corners of the tape whenever he knew he was alone. He was sure he could pinch enough tape to pull it free quickly.

They left him alone after he made a video tape for them asking his father to please get the money somehow, perhaps borrow it from Bucky. His ad-lib plea was very genuine because he really believed they would kill him if the ransom wasn't paid promptly.

Buddy stepped out on the back porch and peered into the early morning darkness. He saw at once that the trashcan under the high kitchen sink window was already tipped over and the raccoon was gone. The coon got what he was after and departed leaving some additional mess around the can. He stepped off the porch and bent to right the can and replace the lid.

When the gun bumped the side of the house, David carried Buck a few steps before he lowered him to the ground and they could run another twenty-five feet to some overgrown bushes. They knelt together watching Buddy when Buck's cellphone rang. He remembered to set it to vibrate in the car, but he reacted exactly like his father always did, he jumped. He was nervous and untrained in the use of the deadly little automatic weapon. One mistake was that he kept his index finger on the trigger, the second was in thinking that he could fire it like a handgun, with one hand. He'd seen them used in movies. When he reacted to the phone's vibrations, he clutched the handgrip tighter. The muzzle was pointed in Buddy's general direction when it started to fire. The weapon jumped higher with each recoil. Buddy took three rounds in his body before he fell. Small bullet holes, almost equally spaced, climbed the side of the house until the last round arched over the roof and the weapon was empty.

Doug threw himself to the side off his chair. He hit the floor hard because his hands were busy pulling at the tape covering his eyes. He let out a strangled scream in pain when some of his eyebrows and lashes were pulled out but he was free of the tape. He blinked rapidly to clear the tears away and adjust to the sudden brightness from the ceiling light.

A cabinet door under the counter near the sink flew open magically. There was the sound of breaking glass. A beer bottle exploded on the table above Doug's head and he was showered with the contents and glass. Another cabinet door opened above the counter and broken dish shards rained down on the room. The damage was methodical as the bullets from Buck's uncontrolled weapon pierced the wood frame wall in ascending order.

Jenny screamed and joined Doug on the floor on the opposite side of the table. "BRUCE! DO SOMETHING!" Her arms muffled her frantic plea or order. Doug saw her from watery eyes. He also saw the open back door, leading to darkness and freedom. He got his feet under him and crouched down ready to standup and run, until an arm wrapped itself around his neck and he was lifted to a standing position, pulled backward against the older brother's body.

"Bruce?" Doug thought and choked when the grip around his neck tightened. He was forced to walk to the door, then outside into the darkness. He felt cold steel pressed hard against his temple.

Bruce cocked the revolver he held at Doug's head. "GET OUTTA HERE OR THIS LITTLE COCKSUCKER DIES!" He shouted. Doug felt Bruce's warm breath on his shoulder. He was sweating and panting, breathing through his mouth and nose. Doug smelled Bruce's sweat and felt his fear when the revolver shook uncontrollably.

Doug thought, expected to see flashing blue lights, red lights and blinding white light of powerful beams trained on them and the house. He thought he should hear police and emergency radios and amplified orders to throw the weapon down, let the kid go, put your hands over your head and you won't be hurt, those orders. But there was only darkness and silence.

Jenny joined them. She got behind her brother and snarled. "Do something you dumb bastard," she ordered.

Doug felt the pressure on his temple decrease when Bruce turned his attention to his sister. "You got us into this. You're the dumb one, you bitch! I ain't goin' back to prison again. No way, I ain't," he sneered. He giggled softly. "You wouldn't last long in there neither Little Sister, so I'll just save you from all that shit." The gun left Doug's temple suddenly and there was an ear splitting report when Bruce fired hitting his sister in the chest. When he moved it back to Doug's temple it was warmer more comfortable. Bruce laughed, "And now it's your turn queer boy. Your rich daddy is gonna save himself ten million bucks.

Buck dropped the empty weapon and stared at it in horror before he raised his eyes to the unmoving body of the guy he shot. His eyes moved to the dark porch. He wondered what the fuck Doug was doing dancing with one of his captors when Bruce pulled Doug out the door and they were highlighted by light from the kitchen. He felt stupid after Bruce shouted at them. He recognized Jenny when she joined them. He couldn't believe his eyes or ears when he saw the muzzle flash, hear the shot and saw Jenny step backward with her arms out before she collapsed.

The gun went back to Doug`s head. The guy holding it said something to Doug. Doug's head tilted pushed by the gun. Buck stood up and screamed, "NOOOO!"

David stood up with Buck to block him with his body. He looked at the porch waiting, expecting the gun to be pointed at them. He saw that Doug's head was pushed out of the way. The guy holding the gun exposed his head. David gripped his weapon, braced it further with the palm of his other hand and bent his knees slightly. He aimed and pulled the trigger. The head he fired at snapped back. The arm around Doug's neck fell and the body stepped back one step before it fell by Jenny's.

David had no idea if there was anyone else in the house, but he wasn't taking any further chances with Doug's life. He charged the porch and tackled Doug. They landed on top of the dead male kidnapper. Doug saw him coming and grinned. When David looked at Doug to see if he was all right, Doug smiled up at him foolishly and wrapped his arms around him. "Won't your fiancé mind? I sure don't, you have a nice hard body, but it would be more convenient if you took off your shorts first."

"What?" David felt Doug under him. He blushed, and rolled, thankful that there was no one to see him. "Are you hurt?" He looked Doug over while standing on his knees. He looked in the kitchen. "We got three, is there anyone else?" He saw bloody foot prints and looked at Doug's feet. "Jesus, you're bleeding." He heard a noise from the yard behind him and looked to see all of the guys except Buck surrounding the porch. All of them were armed. "Put those fucking weapons down!" He ordered. "I need two white shirts fast Doug's feet are really cut up. Buck? BUCK!" He called.

"I'm here," a small voice answered. Buck knelt by the guy he shot accidentally. "I think I killed him David. I didn't mean to. The gun went off, then wouldn't quit until it ran out of bullets." Buck explained to himself mostly. He held Buddy's hand.

"Buck goddamn it! Doug's hurt we need an ambulance. Call your father or Will, anyone. Maybe the chopper? You guys see if there's a place where it can land." He looked at Buck again. BUCK! GODDAMN IT! THAT DUDE IS DEAD! DOUG IS HURT! HE NEEDS YOUR HELP!" David shouted finally.

Buck shook himself like a wet dog, dropped the dead hand and ran to the porch. He threw himself on Doug and kissed him, and kissed him. Doug squeezed the air out of Buck's lungs with a bear hug. Doug let him go when Buck pulled his lips away. "Your hurt?"

"Just my feet." Doug said. "It's good to see you, really good." Then he closed his eyes and sighed.

"He's in shock. We need to elevate his feet. Morgan, you and Paul hold these shirts on the soles of his feet make a compress and really hold tight. I think he cut an artery." David ordered and explained why he thought there so much blood.

Buck looked back to see the guys watching them. "Didn't you fucking hear David? GO FIND A PLACE FOR THE CHOPPER TO LAND! NOW!" He barked with his cellphone in his hand. "DAD! Doug's hurt. He's bleeding we need the chopper." He listened for a moment. "Well, give the pilot the address. He can find it with the GPS, if not I'll light up this fucking house like a torch." He paused again, then snapped, "Well of course we got him. The bad guys are dead. I, I killed one of them Dad," he whispered. "He deserved it but it was an accident. You'll see when you get here. Yes Jenny too. I can't talk anymore Dad, PLEASE hurry the chopper." Buck pushed the disconnect. Then looked at Doug. "Can I help?" He asked David.

"We need to keep him warm. Maybe there's a blanket inside." David suggested softly while he rubbed Buck's back tenderly. Buck looked like he was about to go into shock as well.

Buck stood up pulled off his shirt and dropped his shorts. "He needs to be decent first. Help me." After the four of them finished dressing Doug in Buck's clothes, Buck scooted into the house to look for a blanket. When he returned with one from the room where they kept Doug, he was crying openly.

"What's wrong Buck?" David asked softly. "What's in there to get you so upset?"

"There's broken glass and shit all over the floor in the kitchen. Those bullets, MY bullets, went straight through the wall. That's how Douggie cut up his feet. I could have killed him." Buck snapped his fingers, "Just like that." He pulled the blanket over his shoulders then carefully lay down on Doug's inert form and covered their heads up. David, Paul and Morgan could see the blanket shaking from Bucks' sobbing his heart out to his lover about how sorry he was that he'd caused Doug pain.

Bucky arrived with his wife Becky, Bill and Martha Henderson, Patrick, Will, Joe and George. The Suburban followed them with four of the bodyguards dressed in black and heavily armed. Patrick got to Doug's side first, because he ran. He gently lifted Buck from Doug's unconscious body and held him tightly as Buck poured out the story of the rescue between hiccups. By the time he was done Patrick was crying with him while everyone else from the second car was clustered around the porch and on the verge of tears themselves. Martha Henderson knelt by her son and alternately stroked his cheeks and combed his unruly curls with her fingers.

Marc came to report that they found a small meadow a hundred yards down the road where the chopper could land. There was only a smallish sapling in the middle of it, and they would have it out of the way by the time the helicopter arrived. No one noticed him collect the two abandoned hand grenades from the collection of weapons before he ran back the way he came.

When there were two closely spaced explosions a few minutes later everyone ducked for cover except David. He cursed himself for not realizing Marc's solution for eliminating the small tree he mentioned. The men in black abandoned Bruce and Jenny's corpuses half way to the Suburban. They fell prone to crawl away on their bellies in the general direction of the concussions with their weapons ready.

David explained the explosions and pointed to the small arsenal lying in the grass nearby. Bucky was shocked and astounded. "You mean everyone sits on top of all that every time they ride in the cars, MY cars? Who ordered them?" He looked at George for an answer.

"You did Sir. You signed the contract. It said armored and armed. They're well concealed, they got through Customs."

"Maybe, but they didn't get by my son. Get rid of them." Bucky ordered.

David interrupted, "Excuse me Sir, but wouldn't it be better if everyone who uses the cars regularly, learned how to use them?" He looked at George for support. George, Will and Joe nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay you're right. We'll build a range out in the woods. Target practice will be fun." Bucky decided.

"Has anyone got a flashlight?" Marc asked. "We think we hear the chopper. The landing area is ready, we just need to signal him in."

There's a small atomic bomb in the limo's trunk. Will that be bright enough?" David asked sarcastically, as he started walking to Marc with his hands out fully prepared to strangle him.

"Really? Wouldn't that be a health hazard?" Marc asked, grinned and started backing away. "Boy you old guys sure cop an attitude over the smallest things," he added over his shoulder as he turned and ran.

David followed. "There are flares in the trunk, we can use those just before I show you a REAL hazard to YOUR health."

"What's happening?" Doug asked, regaining consciousness. "Boy that nap felt good. Hi Mom! Where'd you come from?" Doug rubbed his eyes and remembered. "Oh yeah. Can we go home now? It's over." He tried to sit up.

Buck pushed him back down with a slobbery happy kiss. "We're going home on the chopper after a stop at Trenton Memorial Hospital for a zillion stitches in your feet."

Doug wiggled his toes. He winced, feeling the pain for the first time. "Ouch! They do smart a little," he agreed before he remembered something more painful. "You know what those bastards did? They wrapped my lower legs with so much tape a horse couldn't move. Then they stripped it off when they got me here and pulled out all my leg hairs down there. They were really thick there too," he added.

Buck giggled, "They'll grow back in no time."

"You know what we should do?" Bucky asked everyone. "We should all take a little vacation. The Wilcott's too, even Marc, if he's still alive after David gets done with him. I have a friend who owns a boat that's docked in Ft. Lauderdale right now for the summer. It's the off season and it will be hotter than hell but we'll be surrounded by water and I think it's air- conditioned. I'll charter it and we can take a nice peaceful cruise through the out islands in the Bahamas while Doug recovers. How's that sound?"

"Yeah! Let's invite the twins and Don Thomas too." Buck suggested.

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