Ring in Mine
Kim Terry
This was the hardest to write. I knew someone that went through something like this. He was really messed up. This will also be the hardest read. Things get easier after this chapter. I promise.
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Kim
Ring in Mine: Chapter 34
When I reached my car I turned to wave to James when I felt a prick in my neck. The world fell out of focus and went dark.
As Bobby waved, James saw someone behind him and then Bobby's knees gave out. The blue van in the loading zone rushed next to the pair. Bobby was pulled in the van and it took off. James ran to the emergency call box.
"I just witnessed a kidnapping. It was a blue chevy van. License plate A537GH...Bobby Jones...Yes, that Bobby Jones." James waited as he heard dispatch send out an all points bulletin. The beauty of the valley is there are only four roads out of the valley. It would be easy to monitor.
When the operator came back on she asked James to wait at the student union, an officer was on its way.
James took the opportunity to call Brett.
"Damn. Bruce just called and said it looked like Jan is making another move. No one has seen Jerry since this morning." James could tell Brett was not handling the news well. "I told them where to find Bobby."
When the officer finally arrived James told his story and the officer seemed not to care. He didn't even take notes. When he was free to go, he went straight to the Johnson's. If James had a soft spot for Bobby, Brett looked at him like a son. James had watched Brett fall apart losing Christopher. He didn't think Brett could lose another son.
Bruce had called the FBI agent that was in charge of the last kidnapping attempt. The FBI ordered roadblocks on all four exits from the valley. It was possible they had changed vehicles. The state police stepped up to the plate. The county sheriff's department didn't seem to take things seriously.
I heard noises around me first. It didn't sound like a hospital. What I heard chilled me to the bone.
"When is he going to wake up. He's been out for two hours." I would be able to recognize that voice anywhere. Jan was here.
"It should be anytime now." A male voice I didn't recognize answered. I was tied in a high back chair and I couldn't move my head. A hand slapped my face hard. It was Jan.
"He's awake. You only have three days to cure them. Get started now." Jan was nearly hysterical. "I can't even hold my head up proudly with my friends. They all know my brothers are faggots."
From the corner of my eye I saw I was one of four. Jerry was next to me. The youngest was about 13 and the oldest looked 20. The ceiling, floor and the walls I could see were all unpainted concrete. Shelves filled with food storage lined the room.
Each of us were naked and bound to chairs with duct tape. Even around our heads. A rubber ball was taped in our mouths? There were wires attached to different parts of our bodies. I knew something large was up my ass. A wire was attached to a rod sticking out of my dick. It felt like clips were attached to either side of my balls.
"We are here to save your souls from eternal damnation because of your abomination." Out of sight a guy was praying for our redemption and asking the Lord's blessing. Someone stuck a needle in my arm. Jan asked what it was and he said something about amphetamines. Don't they give you extra energy.
I couldn't turn my head to either side. They put a drop of something on my eyelids and pushed them up. A moment later I couldn't close my eyes. He had glued my eyes open. There was a screen in front of us. A picture of a naked man appeared and a shock shot through my balls. I now knew what the wires were for. Every few seconds a new picture appeared. If it was a picture of a guy we were shocked. Some times through our balls other times from the rods in our dicks to our asses.
The more lewd the photo the stronger the shock. If a naked woman appeared there was no shock at all. After a while they threw ice water on us and the cycle started again.
After what had seemed like forever I noticed a thin strip of light. We had been at this all night. Jan had said three days. I don't know if I could do this for three days.
"It's time for a change." Three men wearing hoods carried a heavy table in front of the screen. They cut the tape off of the oldest. I could tell the man was exhausted. There was no fight left in him. Bent over the table they tied his legs and arms. Like all of us he had soiled himself. They brought out a high pressure hose and washed him down; the shit going into a grate in the floor.
These guys worked smoothly and without much talking. They had done this many times before. They gave him more the drug that was keeping us higher than kites. Then there in front of us the hooded men took turns raping him. They were rubbered. There would be no DNA evidence. The men never came. They switched off often. They were brutal. It was obvious they were trying to cause as much pain as possible. Shock after shock wracked our bodies as we were forced to watch. It wasn't very christian of me but I hoped someone found us before it was my turn.
"You have too much testosterone boy. We'll see if only having one ball makes the difference." The largest announced. He pulled out an awful looking clamp thing. He handled the guys ball until he found what he was looking for. "Your left one is the biggest. Take the gag out if he begs hard enough maybe I won't ruin his nut."
"Please don't hurt my balls." He begged. "Why are you doing this?" His question ended in a scream as the clamp bit into his scrotum. They put the ball back in. He turned to us. "Within the hour his ball will be dead and in a week he'll have one empty sack. If we hear he ever goes back to his queer ways, we will find him and cut them both off. Who will be next?"
"The plates on the van were stolen from a student's car in the parking lot of the U of U campus in Salt Lake. A van of the same description was seen parked outside of Jerry's apartment yesterday morning." Bruce was talking to the small crowd at the Johnson's. Papa, Grams and Leroy were joined by Mrs. Jones, Brad and Sue. The baby was playing on the floor. Doc was on her rounds and Brett paced back and forth wondering what he could do.
Everyone jumped when the phone rang. Bruce picked up the receiver. He listened for a moment and then hung up.
"Jan's husband just called. Jan never came home last night. She pulled $5,000 out of their account on Thursday morning. The police are now looking for her car. He's not even giving her the benefit of the doubt. To quote him, `I'm tired of the crazy bitch.' After last night's news report a thirteen year old boy is also missing. The neighbor woman saw his dad drag him out to a blue van that fits the description. Three men tossed the boy into the back." Bruce shared the contents of his conversation.
The morning news came on and the kidnapping spree was in the first five minutes of the program. They had descriptions of the van and Jan's car. Maybe someone would see them and call in. No one knew what to do so they mindlessly watched the news waiting for something magical to happen and have the boys returned.
Calls were coming into the police but most of them saw the van yesterday. One distraught young man called sobbing. The blue van had been across the street of where his roommate worked in the late afternoon. The last his coworkers had seen him, he was walking up to the window as if he were answering a question. No one seemed to see where he had gone, but he had never shown up for work.
The next call was from a fast food place in Logan. Jan's car had gone through the drive through. The lady driving fit Jan's description. The girl remembered the woman because she told the young lady she was going to hell for her pierced ears and blue hair. The kicker was the:
`The Lord may forgive; but We will never forget' window sticker. She had ordered a lot of food for just one person. At least it sounded like they were still in the valley. Now if she would only make another trip from wherever they have the boys.
I could not imagine how someone could do what they had just done to the young boy in the name of God. I think these guys really enjoyed their work. They were playing with us now.
"Who should we do next? Do you know if we sent enough current through that barbell we could cook the head of your dick."
Jan arrived with a load of food. "Thanks for waiting for these two. I want to do their balls when it is time."
They placed the food on the table where we could watch them eat. This was the first time Jan came into view. She was also wearing a hood. They lifted the bottom of their hoods making us watch them eat. I wanted them to take their time, Jerry or I would be on the menu next.
They moved the table back off to the side. The pick in my arm told me I would be stay high. Everything was too loud and too bright. Nothing slipped by my notice. They moved one of the wire clips to my barbell. The slideshow started again and so did the shocks.
Would they ever find us?
By late afternoon everyone realized that just sitting waiting for any news wasn't helping. The baby was cranky so Brad and Sue went home with the promise if the group heard anything they would be called.
Jan's car was seen again. It was followed to a farm house ten miles from town. It was the last house on the end of a dead end road. It was a good quarter mile from the next house on the street. Bruce jumped at the chance to be in on the raid. With search warrant in hand they surrounded the house.
As they entered there was Jan sitting around a table in an obvious committee meeting.
"Dad what's going on? We're planning the Memorial Day concert and fundraiser to help the families of our military."
"Why did you take $5,000 out of the bank?" The FBI agent asked.
Jan pulled three cashier's checks out of a folder. "It's my share of the down payment on the venue."
"Do you know where your brother is?" Bruce asked. He was a expecting something out of character.
"I wouldn't know where he is. Probably with his sodomite friends working their way to hell, a long weekend of sex and drugs. They have a restraining order against me, so I don't know where he is. If he catches something and dies it will be God's justice."
The whole property was subject to search. No stone was left unturned. The straw was raked to the side in the barn. Walls were tapped looking for a hidden room. After three hours the search was called off. There was no sign of the van or the boys.
"How did it go?"
"Just as planned. They followed me. They searched for hours." Jan was overjoyed with her performance.
"You're the customer who is next?"
Jan stepped in front of us and looked each of us in the eyes. "What would be worse, getting raped or helplessly watching your lover taking another man's penis? Maybe we will take both balls dear brothers."
"Bobby, what will go through your mind when you realize dragging Jerry into your evil ways lead to this. Jerry it is painful now but you will thank me when your God loves you again."
Jerry was strapped to the table. They were brutal. I eventually reached the point of overload. I couldn't take watching Jerry suffer. A bucket of ice water brought me back to reality.
"Bobby dearest. We can't let you miss the finale." With assistance Jan took the burdizzo to her little brother killing the larger of his testicles. "Maybe I'll take the other one later. It would be better for your soul to be childless and sexless than cast into everlasting darkness."
I wasn't sure if it was worse watching or being raped. Maybe they could cure being gay. I couldn't imagine letting anyone near my ass again. Jan taunted taking both of my balls. I hoped they would stick with their pattern of taking the bigger ball. It hurt. I couldn't yell around the ball stuck in my mouth but they chose the larger one, the prosthetic. Back in my chair they started another set of slides. This one featured guys in sex acts, with shocks, followed by pictures of them with mutilated genitals and no shocks. If there had been anything in my stomach I probably would have thrown up.
The police were still on the lookout for the van and Jan's car. They were digging into the owners of the house they had searched. As much as he didn't want to Bruce couldn't convince himself that Jan wasn't involved somehow.
The house was owned by an older couple. They had been there for fifty years and except for a parking ticket their records were clear. The police started talking to the neighbors. Everyone had good things to say about the couple. Things had been a little different since their son and his wife had moved in to help out on the farm.
The officers learned that the old farmer was now in a nursing home. His mind was mostly gone. Bruce was with the FBI agent when they visited him. The old man was stuck somewhere in the past. He rambled on for a full hour, never on the same subject for more than a sentence or two.
Reviewing their notes a recurring theme emerged. The Russian communists were going to bomb the valley. He needed to be home. It would be safe there.
"Why would you be safe at home?" The agent asked.
"I built it strong." The farmer stopped as if having second thoughts but he changed topics often.
Time was passing. Who knew what was happening to the four young men?
"We are going to step up our schedule. The police are talking to the neighbors."
They cut Jerry and the youngest free. Jerry stood by me. The youngest by the remaining victim.
"Touch him," was the instruction. Jerry shook his head no. One of the captors pushed a button in his hand. The shock must have been worse than the previous. It dropped Jerry to the floor, where Jerry lay writhing on the floor until he released the button.
The young one reached out and touched the man before him. He pulled his hand back quickly as a shock burst from his finger through the seated man. It wasn't as bad as Jerry got for disobedience.
"Touch his nipple...Touch his dick." The more intimate the touch the higher the shock. Jerry was back on his feet following the instructions. Any hesitancy and the solo shock, while not as bad as the one that dropped him earlier was still worse than the shock on contact. I knew I would never want Jerry to touch me again.
"Suck his dick." That was the worst. His saliva made better contact. The tears were running down Jerry's face. "Again." Jerry hesitated. They left him on the floor, current running through his genitals for a good minute.
"Again" The look in Jerry's told me how sorry he was to cause me pain. By the end I wasn't sure I would let anyone touch me again.
After what seemed like forever the touching ended. The two standing were tied to opposite ends of the heavy table again. This time they took giant rubber dicks and raped the boys. They used them dry. They came out streaked with blood and crap.
Hosed down they were returned to their chairs. Then I was one of those tied to the table. It was awful. I realized I was getting used to the pain so they were having to hurt us more.
Once again strapped to the chairs they opened four bottles of ensure and fed us through a straw. There were no complaints. We eagerly ate what was offered. It was followed with a glass of yellow fluid. I realized too late I was drinking their piss. The gags were not replaced.
"You can shout all you want, no one can hear." Honestly it wasn't worth the effort. They turned the lights off and it was pitch black. You can sleep with your eyes glued open.
The nightmares were shared equally through the room. There were the quiet whimper of the defeated. The one time the youngest shouted out in his sleep, a shock ran through us all.
Then the nightmare stopped. I knew that shocks were occasionally shooting through my body, but I couldn't feel them. What I could feel was being held in a pair of arms. Soft sobbing echoed in the darkness and the faint feel of tears were falling on my face. `Rest now. I would take this from you as I took your sins, but you have work to do before you may come home. You are and have always been loved.'
The thin strip of light returned. I had survived another night but somehow there was a feeling of hope.
The police had the county planning office checking for building permits on the property in question, looking for what the old man had built strongly.
The Johnsons once again opened their home to Bobby's family. Marie was shouting out in her sleep. Bruce in only his underwear climbed into her bed and cuddled Marie to his chest. There were a lot of tears as they tried to comfort each other. There were tentative kisses then Marie's hand slipped under Bruce's undershirt. Her fingers ran through the fine hairs on his chest. She pulled his shirt off. She then ran her hands across his abdomen and under the waistband of his shorts. It had been a long time since she had felt this way. Her soon to be ex-husband refused to be intimate with her. When he wanted sex it was more like rape. Here in her bed was a man willing to just be here comforting her. She ran her fingers the length of his growing manhood. She stood and removed the little clothing she had worn to bed. Bruce removed the last of his underwear.
Marie had hated sucking her ex-husbands cock. It was all about him. He would fuck her face. If she gagged he hit her. She knelt over Bruce in the dark and lovingly attended to his needs with her tongue and mouth. Bruce had showered the day's nervous sweat away before bed. Bruce tasted fresh and clean unlike her previous experiences. This was good but not what she really needed. She scooted around and holding Bruce's large dick with one hand she lowered herself on his manhood. This was the itch that needed scratching. It had been a long time for Bruce since his wife had died. As hard as he tried he didn't last very long before he shot deep inside of her. She hadn't reached that point of consuming passion but for now this was enough.
She lay upon her man with his length still inside her. Her lips met his and their tongues danced the tango of love, for just this brief moment free from the worry about their boys.
The morning found them naked in bed. Bruce's first thought was what had they done. It's called adultery. He looked down at Marie and didn't care. She was still young enough she could possibly get pregnant except Bruce had undergone the snip after the two pregnancies after Jerry miscarried. They had decided to be happy with what they had.
Morning for the boys was less than idyllic. They had all soiled and wet themselves in the night. Each was moved to the table where they and their chairs were hosed down. The men took turns taking their pleasure on the defenseless boys. At least they were clean. With a new shot of uppers, the slideshow started again with the shocks. Their night of rest had made them more sensitive to the electricity.
About 10 o'clock a call came into the station. Agent Moore took the call.
"Sorry I wasn't home when you stopped by yesterday. I just got home. The officer asked my wife if we knew of any construction that had happened at the Mitchell farm." The voice on the speaker phone rang through the command center.
"I took over my dad's excavation company a few years ago. I've worked with him since I was very young. About 20 years ago We were called out to dig a swimming pool." Eyes in the room started to show hope.
"That farm house is really old, back from the time of polygamy. There was a tunnel that ran from the basement to one of the outbuildings. We hit it while digging. The funny thing is that after the hole was dug they didn't ask us to finish the pool." The voice paused.
"Dad did concrete but I guess old man Mitchell wanted to do it himself. For a couple of days the concrete trucks would appear. Dad could never get close enough to see what they were pouring. Then the day came when Mitchell called dad to come move some dirt."
"What did they build?" Agent Moore asked.
"There was a concrete milking house where the hole was. There was still a lot of dirt he wanted hauled away. Nearly as much as we had dug for the pool. Dad always joked that as paranoid as Mr. Mitchell was about the Russians, he probably built a bomb shelter connected to the old tunnel."
"Thank you so much. What you told us is going to be very important." Agent Moore praised the neighbor for his information.
The FBI began outlining the plan for raiding the house. One local officer had slipped out to use the restroom.
I heard the phone ring. There was a gruff hello and then silence.
"Shit, they know where we are. Everyone knows what to do." The leader didn't panic. They had practiced this before.
They cut us free and tossed us the clothes we came in. As bad off as we were they had to help us dress. Our hands were duct taped behind our back. One pulled out a gun and told us to follow the leader. All evidence of us ever being in the room was being systematically removed. We followed a tunnel that went on for a long time. At the end we climbed a ladder and were loaded into a camper. We were blindfolded. These guys must like needles. Whatever it was didn't knock us out but things were out of focus.
We drove for what seemed like forever. The dirt road we were on was bumpy and we were tossed around in the back. The guys driving were talking I caught parts of their conversation.
"I hate having to through Idaho. It adds two hours on the trip."
"Do you want them to find the boys in the back?"
"We could O.D. them and dump them somewhere."
"We will stick to the plan. What's the purpose of rehabilitating them if we just kill them. The drugs to intensify the effects will mess up their memories anyway."
"My worry is that bitch Jan. She is crazy. If push comes to shove she'll throw us all under the bus."
"Zeke is taking care of her. Just a little alcohol injected in her blood should do the trick. He'll splash some on her. Before she drives off."
"The cops are sure going to be pissed when all they find is a well stocked bomb shelter."
Jan didn't even notice the little prick. She was concentrating on getting her stuff in the car and getting away from ground zero. She was ticked when she realized her car smelled of scotch.
As she drove down the only road away from the farmhouse. A police car barrelled down the middle of the narrow road. She swerved to miss the car going full speed. She managed to hit one of the few power poles before rolling the car into the drainage ditch.
The first car radioed the ambulance following the team to check on the drivert.
They once again surrounded the buildings. When they arrived the homeowners were more than happy to show them the swinging shelves in the basement that led to the bomb shelter. The forensic team went over the place with a fine tooth comb and found nothing. They followed the tunnel that came out in a shed far from the house. It held farm equipment and had a dirt road that led across the farm and onto another road.
Bruce's hopes were dashed yet again.
"I found something." An officer had a gold ring on his pencil. Once it was bagged, Bruce looked closely at the ring in the bag.
"They were here." Proudly engraved on the ring was, `Brothers Forever.' He looked closer at the ring. It was Jerry's. Someone tipped them off. There was a mole in the local police department. It had better not lead to the death of his boys.
Bruce was in turmoil how was he going to handle his daughter. Where could she find so much hate. Where had he gone wrong in raising her. Her mother had been a little out there at times. What was he going to do. He couldn't help her this time. Then the choice was made for him.
"Deputy Milliman, I am not sure how to tell you..." The officer paused. "Your daughter didn't survive the crash. It looks like alcohol is involved."
"That can't be true. Jan wouldn't use alcohol on a sore let alone drink it."
It was with a heavy heart he made the call. The news was received with tears and sadness about the boys. They knew they should feel bad about Jan, but right now the news of her death was met with apathy. Once again there was nothing to do but wait.
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