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THE "UNFORTUNATE LIFE" OF DYLAN AND COLE [ part 2 ] It is all one story Daunte leaned back, enjoying the calm pace of the van ride; his head rested against the side wall and lolly-gagged to each side with the rhythm of the van’s motion. He was sedate and pleased with himself as he always was after a successful job. Stealing children was no different then stealing art or jewels. In fact, less lead time was needed to grab the young pretties. The stupid little kids always left themselves open to abduction. They always thought they were safe in a world of adults when in fact, they were nothing but the play toys adults contented themselves with. It was the lucky child that made it through childhood without the malevolent influence of some sadistic adult to some degree. He opened his eyes and looked down at the cute twins tied at his feet. They were still crying, huddled close to each other. Dylan had since been tied and gagged like his brother, though he was still the only one who was naked with a fairly erotic criss-cross of duct tape covering his hairless privates. Daunte could see him shift his small body with an aim to keeping the tape in place, as if it was the only thing that kept his modesty in tact. Cole was still dressed and the cut on his forehead had stopped bleeding, though it had stained a good portion of his facial skin red. Daunte could understand how Dylan had been so worried. The tied boy probably had a concussion. He recognized the boy’s slightly unfocused eyes as he buried his face into his brother’s neck in despair. He’d have both the kids cleaned up quickly enough when they reached their destination and would make sure Cole was looked too. The van had been in motion for nearly 3 hours, and night had fallen before it began to come to a stop. Daunte continued to recline, hearing the opening warehouse door. He listened to it close again as his van passed the threshold. Soon the Van came to a complete stop, the side door flinging open. Daunte pushed himself off the van sidewall and stepped over the bound twins and out of the van. There waiting for him was a man who had the image of a hawk. His eyes missed nothing. He even managed to unnerve Daunte at times despite having dealt with him for years. This was also his boss. “Good hunting Daunte?,” the man asked, taking a characteristic puff on a black cigarette, the clove sent heavily permeating the air. Daunte smiled and nodded his head, “Two twins, all wrapped up.” He stepped aside so that Deke could see into the Van. The twins strained their heads to look out of the van. Daunte’s heart skipped a beat as Deke let out a slow breath; one Daunte had come to associate with disappointment. “Something wrong?,” he asked hesitantly, his own authoritative countenance fading. Deke looked at him, his blue eyes squinting, as he took another puff on the clove, as if contemplating his words… “We were paid nearly 2 million dollars for these exact twins…with significant emphasis on ‘Exact’.” He pointed at the twins boys, “Do you see something wrong there?” Daunte just stayed silent. He knew it was a rhetorical question because what he meant was obvious. Deke continued, “You know what has to be done right?” Daunte only nodded, looking back at the twins and then back to Deke. “Is Nathanial around?” Deke nodded, knowing the man got his point, and turned to leave; the lingering scent of cloves carrying through the air in his wake. Daunte motioned to the men who had exited the van and stood behind. “Get them out and bring them to the clean room.” - - - - - - - - Nathaniel walked through the door of the clean room. This was a room specifically design for medical procedures that required a sterile room. It hadn’t been here before Nathanial came on board. It was one of the very few things he demanded from Deke. He would not operate on these poor children if he didn’t have a means to keep them free from infection. It wasn’t perfect but it was better then nothing. It was his one minor victory. What he saw when he stepped into the room surprised him; One boy, with a tape gag and bound hands and a curious X of duct tape attempting to cover his genitals. It didn’t cover much and his testicals slipped out easily from the binding tape and the tip of his penis came out of the joining portion of the tape. He was being held in place by a man standing behind him with a hand clamped down on the boy’s shoulder. What Nathanial saw on the operating table surprised him even more; another boy, currently being forcibly stripped had an obvious head wound though the blood seemed dry and caked on at this point meaning no new bleeding was occurring. Scalp wounds always over-bled. What was most surprising was that the boy on the table was the boy standing next to the table. They were identical twins and Nathanial suddenly recognized them. They were stars to boot and now they were in the possession of Deke’s little organization. Nathanial felt a deep regret at this as he had actually seen the show these boys were on and thought it was good and that they had a future. They obviously had a far different future now. Was their no limit to Deke’s reach? The boy with the scalp wound tried to struggle despite his bound hands as his clothes were cut off him. Nathanial stood to the side watching while the boy’s pants were pulled off exposing thin white cotton underwear, which were then unceremoniously stripped off revealing the boy’s pubic area and exposing his genitals. His brother to the side struggled in an attempt to get near his twin but the man holding him just wrapped a hand around his chest and was able to contain his small frame. He tried to scream his frustration but only a low mumble escaped the gag. Nathanial assumed something had been shoved in their mouths before they were gagged. When Cole was completely naked, without a dignity saving X of tape, his binds were cut, though his gag stayed in place. His hands and feet were secured in metal bindings. There was no way he could move now. Nathanial watched as the man who secured the boy turned and motioned to the second twin who was led forward by the man holding him. He picked the boy up and sat him down on a second table, a foot or two beside the first. In moments, he was secured the same way as his brother. Nathanial actually felt sorry for the boy when the tape over his testicals was ripped off. It didn’t hurt but the boy’s eyes showed his shame at being fully naked. Both boys were probably 11, maybe 12 years old the young doctor assumed. He recalled something about 12 years that he read in an article. After the boys were secured down and crying into their gags in fear of what was going to happen, Nathaniel spoke up, “What was I called here for.. they are still young and show no signs of puberty. So I cannot be here to castrate them.” With that, both boys tried their best to struggle, tears flooding again. Daunte stepped into the room right as Nathanial asked the question and answered, “Nope, not castration; just cut that one the same as that one.” With his words he was pointing in turn at each boy, first at Cole with his scalp wound and then to Dylan, “You want me to mar him?” Nathanial asked in confusion. Daunte nodded and after a moment explained. “We were paid for exact twins and they have to be exact, up to that cut.” Nathanial just gawked at the man, shocked by the stupid cruelty of it but he was quick to hide his astonishment. Appearing to disagree with a decision around here was not a healthy move. He covered his anger by reaching into his bag of medical tools and pulling out a scalpel. He approached the boy with the cut and examined it, leaning forward to cut off some dead and damaged skin. He used a swab to clean out the wound and tried to ignore the boy’s discomfort. He noticed the boy’s eyes on him, though he saw the slightly unfocused nature of his eyes. He was more looking in Nathanial’s direction then at him; a classic symptom of a concussion. Nathanial wondered if it had really been necessary to do this to the boy. Once his exploration and cleansing of the wound was complete, he threaded a few stitches to close the wound. He chose a distinctive pattern so that the scar would have a unique nature. He turned to the other boy whose clearly focused eyes watched in horror as Nathaniel approached him. He noticed that one of the men had tied a cord around the boys head and attached it to the table so he could not buck his head. That would make it easier to be exact in his cut. It had to be 1 inch and a half wide exactly 2 inches above the right eyebrow. He leaned in and brought a new clean scalpel to bear and this young boy’s forehead. He heard the boy’s muffled scream, quickly matched by his brother’s scream from the other table as he responded sympathetically to his brother’s ordeal. The cut was made quick and Nathaniel cleaned it out and looped the thread through the wound, closing it tight in the same pattern as his brother. Nathaniel cleaned off the tools, placed them on a clean try and then wiped his hands off. Both boys were crying into the gags, lying fully exposed with flaccid penises even lilting in the same manner. You could not find two more identical twins though Nathaniel did notice a small mole on one boy’s chin and slight freckles across the nose of the other but was sure not to point them out to Daunte. “Just one more thing doc.” Nathaniel looked over at Daunte who had watched the entire 2 hour long procedure. He gave him a questioning look, waiting for Daunte’s next task. “Prepare them for anal penetration.” Nathanial nodded. He had no problems with this procedure. It would hurt the boys badly but the actual act of rape was far worse in regards to pain if your anus was not already stretched and prepared to receive such a large thing as a Man’s penis. He left the room to find what he needed. - - - - - - Cole cried and randomly tried to scream into his gag as if this time someone would help he and Dylan. But nothing but only a murmur escaped no matter how sore he caused his throat to be. A balled up cloth was stuck in his mouth and stealing the moisture. His mouth had become almost painfully dry and here he was, across from his brother, stripped naked on top of a cold steel table, arms spread out above him and feet below. He couldn’t move a bit other then shifting his but to the right or left, but the steel had started to chafe his skin. It was hopeless. These men had kidnapped him and his brother so quickly. He was supposed to have been safe on the Disney Lot. They had told him it was his playground. Obviously it had been invaded. He looked over at his brother Dylan, who was looking at him. Dylan had a cut on his head. Cole assumed it matched his given what the men were saying. At least the Doctor had not been cruel. But Cole wondered how much it hurt Dylan to be cut like he was. Cole’s eyes strayed down to Dylan’s penis which he could barely see from a profile. He tried to look down at his own but a strap around his head kept him from doing so. These men were not interested in ransom. They had said they were paid 2 million. Cole waned to scream that his parents would pay SO MUCH more for their safe return. But money wasn’t what these people were concerned about. The fact that they wanted to see Dylan and Cole’s pre-pubescent naked and hairless bodies was a clear indication of what they wanted. Cole really was the smarter twin, just like in the show, and he could easily fathom what the people wanted. He knew something about sex play. He had once played with ‘Tapeworm’, another boy from the TV show, in his trailer. It was fun to have someone playfully touch your dick and balls. It sent little tendrils of sensation deep into your body that make you shiver. Cole’s penis used to always get hard, just like tapeworm’s when they played around. Suddenly Cole was embarrassed to feel his own penis begin to swell a little at it responded to his train of thought. He could see Dylan’s eyes on his penis, a little wide in surprise. In a moment, his brother’s penis also responded. At their age, there was no controlling it. And it just got a few laughs from the men standing around the room. Cole closed his eyes, lost again in his own mind of fear. He knew what they would do to him. They said ‘Anal penetration”. He knew what that meant. Did Dylan? - - - - - Nathaniel came back into the room later with two thin rods with cords running out from a head that looked like a pen. The doctor motioned to the men standing around, Daunte had left and Nathaniel didn’t care where he had went. “Bind their legs up”. The men moved forward, each taking a boy and disconnecting the shackle that keep their feet bound from the table. Dylan tried to scream again as the man lifted one leg up and pushed it against his chest. The shackled foot connected to his shackled hand. He screamed in pain as his small body was stretched in ways it was not meant to since he was 4 years old. Soon both his legs were attached to his hands and his virgin hole was left exposed, slightly lifted off the table. His eyes scooted to the left as best they could and he saw Cole in the same position. He wanted to protect his brother but he couldn’t even move. The thought maddened him. Nathaniel approached one of the boys. He spoke out loud for the benefit of both. “Boys, I will be sticking this up your rectum.” He saw the wide looks they gave him and continued, “It will go in thin and then slowly be expanded to stretch your anus. This will hurt, and probably badly. I will lube you up as well as I can but this has to happen and please believe me when I say this is far kinder then having a man go at you unprepared.” His words had no calming effect on the boys and he saw their half-stiffies slide back to flaccid in fear. It was funny how young boys on the verge of being teenagers couldn’t control their sexual organ responses. He had no choice to but to do this to the boys, so he started. He approached the one with freckles across his nose. Nathaniel thought his name was Cole… he played the boy Cody on the TV show. He leaned over and grabbed a bottle of Vaseline and generously spread it over the penetrating device. He then dipped his gloved hand into the lubricant and brought it up to spread over the boys genitals and butt. He could feel the boy twitch in fear but continued to slap on lubricant, making sure to push some into the boy’s virgin hole. Soon the boy was prepared. Nathaniel could see his wild eyes, fear forcing them to the point of popping. He could see the boy was trying to lift his head and watch but was restrained by the head strap. He wasted no time and brought the pen shaped device up to the boy’s anus and pushed. It slid in easily. It was hardly larger then a rectal thermometer. He pushed it all the way into the boy’s rectum. Cole closed his eyes in fearful anticipation but the device slipped in with only a momentary poke. He could feel it in him but it didn’t hurt. His chest heaved in relief. Nathanial turned around and repeated the process with the other boy, Dylan. He smiled and felt his own penis twitch when the boy responded to the cold lubricant thrust onto his skin. Soon both boys had this device deep into his anus. Nathaniel reached down and picked up the ends of the cords that extended out form each other buts. He connected them to a device that resembled a coffee bean crusher, but was in fact a compressed air delivery system. Nathaniel sighed, knowing that he was about to deliver a level of pain to each of these boys that thy have never experienced. There was no avoiding it though and he pushed the button to turn the machine on and watched the cord snap up as air traveled through it approaching each of the devices stuck into both boys anuses. Soon the small pen device began to expand within the twin boys’ bowels stretching their anus. In less then a minute, it was the size of a hot dog. Nathaniel could see the discomfort on each boy’s face as they scrunched their little noses and clamped their eyes down in concentration, trying to push the device out of their ass. After 10 minutes, Nathaniel pushed the button again, letting the device pump more air into the device causing the little boys to struggle violently. Nathaniel saw that both boys had gotten erections and that even the small curve in their penises was identical. He couldn’t help himself and reached out to fondle the closest boy, Cole. The boy’s eyes snapped open as Nathaniel touched his private space. Nathaniel just rubbed it between his fingers as the device expanded to a size that forced the boy’s anuses to spread out to the circumference of 3 inches. It was deeply painful. Soon Nathaniel felt the boy’s penis react to his ministration. His fingers could feel the boy’s spunk juice bubbling up his urethra and watched as a small amount of liquid goo escaped the beautiful boy’s piss slit. With that, Nathaniel reached forward and pushed the button that would cause the circumference of the device in their ass to reach 4 inches. He stood and looked at the boy he had just masturbated affectionately but the boy’s eyes were clamped shut again fighting off the pain. - - - - - Nathaniel returned to the room a few hours later. The device had reached 4.2 inches in circumference and it didn’t need to go any further this evening. The young doctor noticed that both boys had passed out, and a small amount of blood was leaking out of the anuses. That was inevitable. He moved to disconnect the devices and remove them from the boys; neither moved as they were completely out of it. Nathaniel expected it had been a fairly exhausting day. While they were unconscious, Nathaniel removed their gags and spread water over their lips and made sure they swallowed a small amount. Still they did not gain full consciousness. He replaced the crude duct tap gags with rubber ball gags. It would be a nasty surprise for the boys when they awoke but at least they wouldn’t thirst as much. He had spoke with Deke about these boys. The plans were they would be picked up in a few days by the buyers. He was to continue this treatment daily until then. It had been a long day for him too, but just as he considered turning in, Deke walked into the room and looked the boys over. He ran his hand through each of their blond heads and rubbed a hand over their bare chests. Nathaniel heard him murmur something but couldn’t make it. After a moment, Deke turned to Nathaniel. “I know its late and you want to go to bed but something came up. Peter just ran into a bit of an issue with a boy he was babysitting. As such, we will be getting a new boy in less then an hour. I think his name is Eric and is also 12 years old. I’ll need you to take care of him. There may also be another but that’s not positive yet.” Nathaniel just nodded. |