THE "UNFORTUNATE LIFE" OF DYLAN AND COLE

BY ABUSEDASBOY11

Daunte watched the twins finish the 10th take of a scene. He watched as the director walked up to the boys and patted the 12 year old twins on the back, congratulating them on another fine performance. He let them know that they had a few hours till they had to shoot more scenes. With that, the two cherubic children ran off, throwing comments back at each other as they passed Daunte. He noticed that, even though they were twins, Dylan was slightly heavier then Cole and that was the easiest way to tell them apart. They were extremely beautiful children with blond hair that was doing the slow burn to brown that the teen years brought with it. These boys had been extremely lucky in their career, acting from the age of 6 months and then using the cute factor of twins and minor labor laws in Hollywood to get multiple roles. But, in the end, all that had earned them was the attention of the wrong type of people.

Daunte moved to trail after the boys as they wound their way off the set and towards their trailer in the back of the building. No one looked twice at Daunte as he followed the boys since he wore the standard security uniform of the Disney studios. He made sure he closed the door to the studio as he followed the boys out, only a few feet behind them.

Daunte didn’t want to take them together. It could be problematic. You never knew with children like that. Instead he leaned against a wall and watched as they entered their trailer. He knew that he would not be interrupted by their normal security guard as that man was in his flat, dead from wounds Daunte’s partner had dealt the man. This day had been well planned and more then one of his people were within range for when he needed them.

After about 20 minutes, Daunte’s patience was rewarded as Cole stepped out of his trailer. He had changed out the docker pants and cardigan sweater his character on the ‘Suite life’ wore. Now he wore basketball shorts and a Utah Jazz basketball T-shirt. Dylan did not follow him out and he made his way down the tight avenues between trailers. Almost all of them were empty as none of the other child stars were present for today’s shoot.

Daunte pushed off from the wall and followed the boy. He pushed a button on the walkie talkie attached to his shoulder. His words were short and spoken silently as he came within 10 feet of the boy. “South end of the trailer park. Got one alone. Be ready.”

With those words, he sped up his pace and reached out a hand to grasp Cole’s shoulder. The boy started having been lost in his own world. He just turned and looked up at Daunte, a slightly annoyed expression on his face as he said, “What do you want?”

Daunte smiled, “You.”

Cole didn’t realize the danger he was in as he answered, “They want me on the set? I thought we had a few hours?”

Daunte played along. This could make things easier. “The director got a late idea and he’d like to see you as soon as possible.”

Cole’s shoulders slumped slightly at the prospect of more work but there was little he could do. The boy thought he was in the safest place in the world as he said, “Lead the way then.”

Daunte nodded and held out a hand to indicate Cole should continue walking down the narrow aisle he had been traversing. The kidnapper smiled as Cole took the hint and walked ahead of him. Daunte looked around and made sure no one was around.

Up ahead, a black van pulled up near the exit to the aisles between the trailers. Two uniformed officers stepped out of the van and left the side door open, waiting for Cole and Daunte to approach.

Suddenly Cole faltered in his step, an inner sense taking over. But Daunte gave him no chance to recoil, instead reaching forward and slapping his meaty hand over the boys mouth and ignoring the scrabbling hands that rose up to break his grip. His other hand reached down and picked the boy up. His 4’6” frame couldn’t have weighed more the 90 pounds wet. Daunte had no problem controlling him as he took the last few steps out of the aisle and into the waiting van. As soon as he entered, the two men standing to either side stepped into the van, closing the door behind them.

Cole struggled against the man gagging him with his hand. He tried to pull the hand away but failed as he wasn’t strong enough. His fear was maddening as the doors to the van shut closed and he was trapped with these three strange men. He had been taught to watch out for people like this but that was outside the studio, in the real world, not here on the Disney lot.

Daunte suddenly shook the boy hard to get his attention. “If you scream, we’ll kill your brother!”

This quieted Cody real quick. Being a twin, there was no one he was closer to then his brother. He didn’t want to think Dylan was in their control too but, none the less, he stopped struggling.

“Very good,” Daunte said as he removed his hand. “Now lie down on the ground, hands behind your back.”

Cole, tears welling up, did as he was told, although hesitantly. But he couldn’t help speaking as he did so, “Where are you taking me? Where’s Dylan? Where are you doing this…” His voice broke into a sob with the last question.

As soon as Cole’s stomach hit the ground, one of the men helping Daunte stepped up and brandished a role of duct tape.

Daunte only watched for a second as they bound the boy before stepping out of the van. He only wasted a second to speak to the men, “Stay here for 10 minutes. If I am not back, leave with this one. I am going to get his brother.”

“No!,” Cole screamed as heard this, both in frustration for what might happen to his brother but also in anger at having been tricked into acquiescing. But before he could scream anything else, the man binding him reached forward and slammed the boy’s head into the floor of the van.

Daunte watched as the boy’s eyes clouded over. He was confident the little star would be gagged before he had another chance to scream. With that, he took a quick picture using a Polaroid and then closed the doors behind him and walked back towards the twins’ trailer.

He strode right up to the boys’ home on the set and used the master key one of his partners had provided from the dead security guard. The door opened quickly and he slipped into the trailer.

Dylan had his back to the door and was currently dressed only in his white cotton underwear, having delayed in changing his clothes. He only thought his brother had returned from getting the script for tomorrow’s scenes when the door opened. Since he and his brother had always shared the same room, he didn’t cover himself out of modesty. Of course he suddenly wished he had when he turned around and saw a security guard just standing there, looking at him.

Dylan stammered, reaching out and grabbing a jacket that was discarded on a table. He used it to cover his near nakedness. “What are you doing, get out. You are not supposed to be here!”

Daunte smiled, having enjoyed the glimpse of the boy he caught. His cheeks might have a bit of baby fat, but his body was all beautiful boy. And his package, framed in the tight white underwear, made promises this boy was not going to like keeping. He was lost in thought and did not answer the boy’s indignant outburst.

“Hey! I said….”

“Shut up Dylan.” Daunte said threateningly. “Unless you want to be hurt.”

The boy took a step back, still holding the jacket to keep his modesty in tact. ‘You can’t…”

“If you scream, I will kill your brother.” Daunte said it flatly, holding up the now developed picture of Cole being bound and gagged in the van.

Dylan blanched and the jacket fell from his fingers, once again revealing his underwear clad body. “Please, don’t hurt him… I’ll…. Do what you want.”

Daunte chuckled, considering the power of brotherly love. ‘Very good. If you do as I say, this will be over quickly.” He lied of course but whatever made the boy more at ease. “Now, get dressed.” Daunte was sure that would be the last time anyone ever said that to this boy.

Dylan nodded meekly. Daunte noticed how much Dylan did resemble his brother as the tears welled up in the scared boy’s eyes as he slowly reached out for a discarded pair of shorts and pulled them up and over his underwear. Then he picked a t-shirt off a clean pile behind him.

Daunte nodded, “That’s enough. No need for shoes.” He stepped forward and pulled the scared boy towards him. “Now listen, we are going to walk out of here and directly to a Van. If you do as you are told, we won’t hurt your brother. If you defy me and alert anyone to what is going on, rest assured he will die.” For affect, he showed the older twin the picture of his brother again. The young boy only nodded.

Daunte nodded and pulled the boy towards the door, and pushed him out in front of him, keeping his hand on the boy’s shoulder in a tight grip. “Open the Door”

Dylan reached out and opened the door and began walking down the steps to the concrete. Daunte directed him to the left and down the row of trailers. The van loomed ahead. In a quick moment, they were taking there last steps towards the van as the side door opened.

Dylan, seeing his brother’s form unmoving, trussed up with duct tape and lying on the van floor, ran forward and into the van. Daunte followed thinking to himself how easy this was. He closed the van’s door and the van began to immediately move.

Young Dylan held Cole’s head in his hands, now crying very openly and speaking to his brother, “Cole, Cole? Please be ok! COLE!!!” His voice was nearly hysterical at the thought that his brother was really hurt, and the small cut on his scalp did bleed a surprising amount but Daunte knew it would mean nothing more then a headache for the unconscious boy when he woke up. He had done this enough. But still, the elder twin’s grief was real and Daunte didn’t see a need to torture the boy…yet.

“He’s fine Dylan. He’ll wake up real soon. You do not need to worry.”

Dylan didn’t let go of his brother as he turned to Daunte, casting only a small glance at the other two men. “Why are you doing this?” He unknowingly mimicked his brother’s words from earlier.

Daunte shrugged. “Because men are paying us to deliver you to them.”

“Who?” Dylan mumbled, his hand instinctively rubbing his brother’s head in a loving manner.

Daunte didn’t bother answering the boy’s question, instead motioning for the boy to stand up.

Dylan held onto his brother harder, reaching out a hand to cradle Cole’s shoulder. He ignored Daunte’s command.

Daunte sighed and motioned to one of the other men who stood up and reached down, placing both his hand roughly under Dylan’s arms and yanking upwards. Like a rag-doll, Dylan’s small form lifted off the ground, his legs flailing outwards. His brother’s head felt back onto the floor with another thud.

Daunte ignored the ruckus as the man placed a hand over the struggling boy’s mouth, quieting his noises. Daunte knew they were coming to the exit gate from the Studio. He held his breath as the he watched surreptitiously from behind the drape separating the driving compartment from the back. His driver reached out his hand and gave the station guard his ID. The man wrote it down and handed him back the ID card.

The van started moving again as the entrance gate opened. Daunte let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

He turned back to Dylan and the man. The young boy had stopped struggling, both his hands on the man’s hand that covered his mouth. “Let him go.”

Dylan dropped back to the ground as the man immediately released him. He looked up at the man who gave the order, not daring to move or even talk. It was obvious these men meant business and he couldn’t escape and leave Cole here unprotected.

“Stand up Dylan.” Duante looked at the boy, recalling how precious he looked in his underwear. Now it was time to see him without even those. “and Strip!”

Dylan paused in the act of standing and looked at the guy who had just asked him to strip. “Please…,” was all he could say.

The man just looked at him and pulled back his jacket, revealing a gun. The threat was clear.

As he was only wearing a T-shirt and shorts, Dylan was quickly standing in only his underwear, tears now falling from his face and onto his brother’s still form. He tried to cover his jewels with his hands but the man ordering him around just wagged his finger.

“Strip all the way. I’ve already seen this part of the show.”

Dylan hesitated and received a shove from the man behind him. He tripped over his own brother and sprawled out on the floor next to Cole. He looked at his brother; a cruel amount of duct tape wrapped around the little blond boy’s mouth, hands, and feet. He saw with relief that his brother’s eyes were open and he was looking imploringly at Dylan, but there was nothing he could do, not now.

“I said take off your underwear boy!” Daunte’s voice was now threatening, implying consequence to not doing as he said.

Dylan looked at the man, and then back to Cole who was beginning to struggle in his bindings. He had no choice. Only an hour ago, he was a 12 year old on top of the world. Rich from multiple movies and the world was laid out in front of him and his brother. He had even signed a deal with the Olsen Twin’s agency to become teen idols. And now his shaking fingers were reaching for the waistband of his underwear and beginning to push them down; exposing his little flaccid penis, measuring no more then 2 inches. He was crying hard now, stealing a glance at his brother who was doing the same and struggling more as if he could help his brother somehow.

Daunte reached forward and yanked the boy’s underwear off his feet, truly enjoying the site before him.

“Lie on the ground next to your brother.” Dylan did exactly as told fully exposed and not bothering to cover himself.

Daunte looked at both boys, so similar and yet so different. He knew that in time, he’d probably know them apart by their little packages alone. He had two days before the buyers collected their little prizes. And from this job, he himself would be wealthy enough to live the life he desired.

He kneeled down next to Dylan and grabbed the duct tape that was lying on the ground. He ripped off two pieces and reached down placing them in an X pattern over Dylan’s privates which remained flaccid.

Dylan shivered as the man nearly touched his privates. Cole watched closely, fearing for his brother, but unable to move and a little ashamed that he was glad he still had his clothes on.

He heard Dylan speak up and ask what was going to happen to them. He turned towards the man who had just put duct tape on Dylan’s balls and bird. He wanted desperately to know the answer to that question as well.

Daunte looked at both boy’s and answered honestly, “You’ll be prepared for life as sex slaves. Your life is over. No more TV or fans for you…or at least not the kind you are used to.” He saw the fear on both the boys’ faces and just pushed it further with his next comment, “Your little parts are no longer yours. They belong to men who plan to see how much twins are alike…. Inside and out.”

Cole scooted closer to Dylan’s prone form, leaning his head into his brother’s shoulder. Everything had changed and it would only get worse. By the look in his brother’s face, he knew Dylan was thinking the same thing as they looked directly at each other. Right now, all they had was each other.