Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2014 19:11:01 -0600
From: Trent Ryder <trent.ryder@outlook.com>
Subject: Brothers Keeper  - 12

You should not read this if you are underage or live where reading about
sex among males is illegal.  This is a story of two brothers and their
Puritanical father.  The younger brother uses the family situation to gain
control over his brother, and then involves others.  Gradually the news
spreads, much to Jack's discomfort.

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                    Chapter 12  -  Revelations and Solutions


Jack struggled to get his dick put away.  To his further embarrassment, he
saw he had cum on his shirt as well as his jeans.  The gunman came down the
aisle and reached over Axel, grabbing Jack by the shoulder.

"Get up and out here."  Then holding the other pic higher he demanded
"Where is this other boy?  If he comes forward nobody gets hurt."

Zack saw his picture and timidly raised a hand.  Someone waving a gun was a
scary thing in real life, nothing like the video games he played.

One of the men had a gun pointed at Mr. Johnson's head.  He then reached
down and pulled the keys from the ignition after turning the engine off.

"We're taking these two.  If I see anyone trying to call the police before
we're out of here, they'll be shot."

Some of the younger girls started sobbing.  Zack and Jack were led down the
aisle.  The gunman by the door looked up as they approached.

"What the hell kind of bus is this?  This guy's got his dick out and cum
all over the front of his pants!"

Jack was mortified, plus scared to death.

"Lonnie is going to get a kick out of this" the one pushing Jack along
said.  The other gunman joined in laughing.

"Yep, our guy is going to enjoy his company."

Jack wondered what that meant.

He and Zack were herded into the back of the windowless van.  Then a lanky
dark haired guy about 20 years old got in with them.  Like the others he
had a gun.  The other three got up front and the van took off.

"I'm Lon" the guy said.

One of the men up front opened the window between their areas and said
"He's Lonnie and he's got the same habits the jerk off kid has.  You two
ought to get along great."

Jack had by now gotten his penis inside his jeans and zipped them up.  He
looked over at Lonnie and wondered if he preferred Lon to Lonnie as the
name he wanted to be called.  He looked at the long fingers with dark hair
sprouting in little clusters on it.  Then he saw Lonnie watching him.

"So you enjoy man's favorite sport too, huh?" he grinned.

It was odd to be talking to a gunman who grinned and talked about
masturbation.

"Umm, maybe.  But I had to jack off back there because of a bet."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Jack."

Lonnie burst out laughing.  "No wonder you enjoy man's favorite sport then,
Jack.  Living up to your name, huh?"

Since Lonnie's tone was friendly, Jack decided to use the opportunity to
find out more about what was going on.

"Where are you taking us?"

"Hey listen, man.  We don't want either of you.  We only grabbed you to
make Perkins come out so we can hold him for ransom.  It's really a war
between our bosses and his parents.  But he's the high card we want to be
holding when push comes to shove."

Zack spoke up for the first time.  "So you'll swap us for him?"

"Something like that.  You don't have anything to worry about."  Turning
back to Jack he said, "Hey man, let's see what you were whacking on, ok?"

Jack wasn't sure where this was leading, so Lonnie added "Show me yours and
I'll show you mine."  He unconsciously pointed the gun at Jack's crotch.
The van careened around a corner and Lonnie's grip on the gun wavered.

"Don't shoot" Jack squeaked.  Lonnie grinned.

"Come on, Jack.  Let's see that thing."

Reluctantly Jack unzipped and pulled it out.

Lonnie grinned.  "Hey you always go commando to school?"

"No."

"But you're not wearing any underwear.  Why's that?"

"It's a long story."

"We've got time."  He looked at the cock for a moment then said "Man, I've
got way more than that."

He shoved the gun through the belt on his back side, and unzipped for Jack.
It was long, thin and uncut.  It was also the whitest dick he had ever
seen, and the longest soft dick.

"That's a lot longer than mine."

"Yes, and you should see it when it's hard."  He gave it a shake and it
sort of wobbled like a snake.  "I may not have the thickest one, but I
think I can beat any guy my age in length.  Feel that thing."

Before Jack could decide whether he actually wanted to touch it or not, a
guy slid the window and called back "Stop that shit, Lonnie!  Don't you go
messing with our hostages."

"Aw come on, man.  It's just for fun."

"Lonnie, you don't want us to come back there and do what we did to you
last time, do you?"

Lonnie abruptly shoved his dick back in his pants and got all serious.
"No.  Come on, don't do anything like that."

Jack also put his away, wondering if he would get the chance to ask Lonnie
what it was they had done to him.  He bet it would be
interesting...especially on someone as hung as Lonnie.



Back on the bus pandemonium reigned.  Mr. Johnson called the school on his
emergency phone, the students were calling their folks on their cells, and
several of them called 911.  Soon the police arrived and began taking
statements and asking questions.

Grady called his dad and told him Jack had been taken.

"What on earth are you talking about?"  Mr. Cooper fumed into the phone.

Grady tried his best to explain that men with guns seized Jack and Zack.

"I thought you said you were watching him.  How do you explain this
happening?"

"Dad, it doesn't have anything to do with Jack's problem.  I'm controlling
that.  This has to be something else."  He realized his father always
seemed to think any problem with Jack could be explained by masturbation.

"Well I'm coming home.  I'll meet you there when the bus comes."

About that time, the media started arriving.  It would be front page news
and the lead story on the local news at 5.

The first thing the police had to decide was what the motive was.
Consequently a detective was sent to the Cooper home soon after the bus had
let Grady and Matt off there.  Mr. Cooper answered the knock on his door.

"I'm Detective O'Keeffe.  I wonder if I could look in your son's room and
see if I can find anything that would tie the two victims together or
support a motive for the kidnappings."

"Certainly, sir.  Grady, show him where Jack's room is."

Grady was proud to have this assignment since he had always wondered how
the police worked in their investigations.

The detective opened drawers, looked at the computer, and then saw a small
camera hidden behind the computer.

"Is this your brother's camera?"

"I've never seen it before" Grady said, instinctively reaching for it.  The
detective held it back.

"I'll check it out."  He began to click on the photos on the memory card.
Then he gasped and looked up in surprise.

"What?" Grady asked.

"These pictures are blurred and sometimes not at the best angle, but it
would appear you were doing something with your brother."

"Let me have that!" Grady squealed, making a grab for it.

The detective stepped back and continued looking.

"What exactly was your relationship with your brother?"

"I was in charge of him!"  Then Grady paused, realizing what he had just
admitted.  "I mean...I...my dad told me...it's not anybody's business!"

"I think Child Protective Services might not share that same view."  His
phone buzzed and he walked out in the hall to take the call.  When it was
over he started downstairs.

Grady heard his descending footsteps and rushed after him.

"Wait!  Where are you going?  That's not your camera."

That was true.  Actually it was Perkins' camera, but Grady didn't know for
sure whose it was.

At the bottom of the stairs Mr. Cooper stood expectantly.  The detective
sighed and showed him the camera.

"I think you have a sex problem with your son."

Mr. Cooper readily agreed.  "I know it.  That's why I asked his younger
brother to help keep an eye on him."

At that moment Grady interrupted, "See?  I told you I was in charge of
him."

"It's not Jack that's your problem, Mr. Cooper, it's this one.  Look at
these pictures on the viewer."

The detective showed him how to click on the viewer.  "Some of these are
indistinct or from the wrong angle, but this one for instance: it's clear
that Jack doesn't want him masturbating him.  Look at the expression on
Jack's face.  And then here, I'm not sure what he's doing with Jack's butt,
but it's hardly something normal."

"He set me up!  Jack deliberately set me up!"

Mr. Cooper looked thunderclouds at Grady.  "Your brother is missing!  Do
you only think about yourself?"

"Oh, about that" the detective said.  "We will have both boys' pictures on
the evening news plus put up posters.  The head of detectives said it was
believed that a friend of theirs was who the kidnappers wanted, and he
feels as soon as they get a lead on where that boy is, they can locate and
free you son and his friend."

"That's a relief.  And I feel now in light of this camera that I have
misjudged Jack and been too lax on Grady."

"I'll leave that in your hands then.  We will let you know the moment we
have any news on Jack.  And of course if he gets word to you, let us know
immediately."

He took his leave.  Mr. Cooper turned and scowled at Grady.  That was the
moment Matt, who had come in through the kitchen, walked into the hall
waving a zip lock bag with something inside.  He called "Grady, I've got my
cum jock strap for you!"



Jack and Zack found themselves in an abandoned warehouse in a bad part of
town.  One of the gunmen along with Lonnie had just brought them in from
the van.

"Strip" the man said.  Lonnie grinned.

"What?"

"I said for you both to strip and give me your clothes.  You wouldn't get
far in this part of town running naked in the night.  I want to make sure
you don't try to escape before we have a chance to get Perkins."

As Jack stripped, Lonnie suddenly cackled, "He's got a butt plug up his
ass!"

Zack gave him a look.  "Stay off my best friend!"

"Ohhhh, did you give him that plug?"

"No.  That's nobody's business."

The other gunman said "Lonnie, if you're going to make trouble here, you
can wait outside.  Otherwise don't mess with these two.  Just keep an eye
on them."

He picked up the clothes and carried them into a side office.

Lonnie eyed them with a smirky grin.  "You two boyfriends?" he inquired.

Zack gave him a withering look.  "None of your business" was all he said.

Lonnie paused, then said "Well I was gonna ask him if I could come by his
house and see him when all this is over.  But if you're boyfriends or if
you've got something good going..."

Jack blushed.  "Look, maybe you think I'm some kind of slut or something,
the way you talk to me, but -"

"No, man.  But just think about it.  You're sitting with freshmen, you're
still hard and have cum all over you.  And then there's the butt plug.  I
mean what would you think?"

There was some noise from outside.  Lonnie grabbed his gun.

"I'm going to take a look.  You two stay here."

"Where else would we be with no clothes on?" Zack asked.

Lonnie went to the door as the lights in the whole place went out.  Jack
and Zack sat side by side, glad for each other's company.  They heard
Lonnie give a cry, and then the lights went back on.

Lonnie stood there with some guy holding a gun to his head.  Another guy
held the other gunman from the office and tossed Zack and Jack's clothes at
them.

"You two get dressed.  Perkins will be along in a minute.  We're going to
dispose of these two."

Jack hoped the word dispose didn't mean kill.  He thought Lonnie was kind
of interesting in an oddball way.  Later Perkins would explain that his
family never wanted any killings.  Dispose meant to scare the heck out of
someone and tell them never to come back as long as they lived.  Perkins
said it had worked successfully so far.

Both boys were relieved when Perkins did arrive and gave them a ride home.
When Jack told him about Brian Potts, Perkins said not to worry.

"I have a way of taking care of people who cause trouble to my friends.
Potts and his little freshmen trio won't bother you again.  If my family
can take care of drug kings, I think I know how to make sure no one causes
other people trouble."

When he let Jack out at his house, Jack returned to a father glad to see
him; a father greatly changed by the detective's revelations.  Grady
promised never to give him any more trouble.

Still there were nights when Jack lay in bed, missing the touch of Grady's
hand on his cock.  He would get in position, his hands clasped behind his
head and his briefs in his mouth, and he would be rewarded by a voice
beside the bed saying "Jack, I'm here."

                                The End

Thanks to all who read my story, and a special thanks to those of you who
wrote. - Trent