Ring in Mine

Ring in Mine

Kim Terry

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Note: Due to many requests for more information about John and Marty, the other two victims in chapter 34, After the epilogue this story will continue with two or possibly three short stories exploring how these characters came to be in that dark situation and how they coped with the experience.

Kim ----------

Ring in Mine: Chapter 46

The morning found four of us in the shower. Brett had watched our guest's hairy chest non-stop. In the shower Brett began by washing Skip's chest. Jerry worked on his back. I was washing any legs and crotch that came within reach. It came to the point there were two hard dicks in my face. I so wanted to take them both in my mouth at the same time. Skip had only spotting through the night. It wasn't worth taking the chance of infecting his dick.

"I'd love to suck you both at the same time, but Skip's piercings are too new." I announced.

Skip surprised us all by dropping to his knees and taking Brett between his lips. Skip was faced with three dicks as we stood side by side. Jerry began to move away. Skip pulled Jerry back into place and placed his lips around Jerry's dick. Brett standing in the middle put his arms behind his boys and pulled us more tightly together. I wrapped my right hand around my dick and my left around Brett's. After a minute or so Skip moved to mine. Brett wasn't releasing his hold around Jerry.

Skip moved me so he could try taking Brett's and my dick at the same time. He then paired Brett's and Jerry's. I was surprised when Skip's finger began rubbing my asshole. I could see Jerry getting the same treatment. Skip had returned all of his oral attention to Brett. Jerry and I were vigorously fisting our dicks. When Skip's finger slipped into my ass, I shot my load all over him. The sight of my cum blasting from my dick and the finger now in his ass caused Jerry to blow. Brett wasn't far behind. Skip took Brett's load in his mouth. When he stood up Skip leaned in and shared the load with a kiss. I gathered my load from Skip's face with my tongue and shared it with Skip. Jerry caught up in the moment did the same thing with his cum from Skip's face.

Getting dressed I realized that Skip's religious underwear were not going to be the best choice with his new jewelry. I loaned him a pair of bright blue boxer briefs. We stuck one of Doc's light days pads in the pouch. He looked really sharp standing there in in bright blue. It was all I could do to not attack him, but there wasn't time. Jerry and I played the twin game and wore the identical blue polos again.

As we separated on campus we agreed to meet Tuesday for lunch. I wanted Skip to meet Danielle and possibly Sarah. The day ran smoothly until we headed to the library for Brett's class. Standing at the door stood my least favorite policeman and it wasn't Bruce. Even out of uniform or the hood I could still recognize him. This guy wasn't going to give up. I was in a quandary on how I was going to get to my class.

Just left of the library doors I spotted my Asian protector. We made eye contact and he nodded.

"Jerry, see the larger man at the door." Jerry nodded. "He is one of the three. The FBI are here. When we get to the sidewalk near the library I want you to go left and walk normally. I am going to go right." Jerry started to disagree but I shut him down. "We have to do it this way."

I didn't want to be close enough that he could grab both of us at the same time. Jerry had the backpack and turned toward the agent. I turned 180 degrees and began running back the way I had come. I wanted to draw his attention away from Jerry. I was the one that could identify him. I only chanced one glance backward. My plan had paid off. He ignored Jerry and was running toward me. I guessed I would make it to the dairy science building before he caught me. I had bought enough ice cream that I knew most of the students that worked there.

I ran through the doors. I didn't ask. I ducked under lift up part of the counter and hid under the overhang. I shouldn't be visible from the front.

"A student just came in here. Where did he go?" Denise pointed to the stairs. He looked around the dairy counter. "Is there another way down?"

"There is the fire escape." Denise offered. The officer realized he had been outsmarted and ran up the stairs. When the coast was clear they hid me in the back room where the ice cream was made. At their insistence I locked the door behind me. Checking my watch I had been in hiding for twenty minutes before Jerry walked into the dairy.

"I need two vanilla cones and a twin to share them with." Jerry ordered. Hearing his welcome voice I came out of hiding. "You did that on purpose." He hit me on the shoulder.

"You are most important thing in my life. I don't want him anywhere near you." I announced.

"It's too late for that. Put your hands where I can see them. You are both under arrest." He had his gun pulled and aimed at us. A few minutes later we walked us across the quad in handcuffs. He had been unwilling to explain why he was arresting us. He put a glove on his hand. He pressed small plastic bags in our hands and slipped them in our pockets. Walking across the quad he tripped and fell.

"Jerry don't move!" I demanded. Motionless we waited for him to stand.

"It would have been easier if you had run. It's going to hurt a lot more now." He marched us to a hastily painted red van. There were places where the blue was still visible. In the back of the van he pulled out a pair of syringes. "There is enough LSD in these to scramble your brains."

The van doors burst open. Our tormentor was faced with drawn guns.

I hated the police station more than the hospital. Especially when we were met by Agent Moore. I wasn't talking to anyone until Paul arrived. He was tied up in court and would be a couple of hours. I was perfectly willing to wait. Jerry wasn't doing too well. He had apologized over and over for leading the rogue cop right to me.

Bruce arrived before Paul did. He burst into the room where we were waiting. He was angry.

"Jerry, you will tell these people what they want to know and you will do it now!" He demanded. Jerry pulled tighter into himself.

"Leave him alone. Jerry is no longer going to what you demand. He isn't going to do what I want. Jerry is going to do what he wants!" I shouted back standing between Jerry and his dad.

"Just who do you think you are?" Bruce was really mad now. I only had to push a little harder.

"I'm the queer that is standing up to the big tough bigoted cop." I purposely didn't shout. Bruce didn't disappoint me. He left a handprint on my face. My oriental angel entered the room.

"Sir, there is a restraining order against the person. He is not only in violation of that order, his actions prove he is a danger to me and my brother. Shouldn't someone be arresting him?" I asked.

"Sir, he is correct will you come willingly?" He asked. Bruce refused to leave. He ended up being removed in handcuffs.

"Bobby that's dad." Jerry whined.

"No, Jerry right now he isn't acting like a dad. He is acting like a bully and neither of us deserve that." I sat next to my conflicted brother and held him close.

"Jerry, you are a great person. You have a god that loves you and you have a twin that loves you. No one should treat you like shit." I said as the tears ran down my face. I realized my problems with Jerry had never been about Jerry but how Bruce manipulated him.

I worried about mom and the Johnson. I didn't want them worried about Jerry and me. I called Grams. She told me mom was on her way. The Johnsons would wait for my call. I didn't want them waiting around the police station.

Paul finally arrived with Agent Fairchild. "Who called Bruce?" I asked. "I'm ready to have a convenient memory loss and just go home. We can talk somewhere else. This place has too many ears." I insisted. I felt bad railroading Jerry through this; gratefully his memories hadn't returned. I prayed every night to let that burden be mine alone. I would carry this cross for both of us.

"What about Bruce?" Paul asked.

"Mom is on her way and she is ticked. She says she has had enough. As for what she has planned it is better that I don't know. I think they should release him into her care, unless they have a big burly gay biker in a cell he could spend the night with." Even Jerry chuckled at that visual image.

We moved our interview to the Johnson's kitchen table. Agent Fairchild agreed that nothing at the police station seemed to stay confidential. We also wouldn't have had fresh from the oven chocolate chip cookies.

"Except for testifying hopefully this is the end of this for you." Agent Fairchild explained as they left.

It felt good to sit with the Johnsons for a simple meal. There was a knock at the door. There on the doorstep was...my mom. I had to look twice. She had always looked like a mom. Now she looked...Good. Magazine type good. Mom must have noticed my extended observation.

"I clean up pretty well don't I." She was smiling.

"After our last visit..." That was enough to start little Bob on his upward spiral. "I started seeing a therapist. She has been really good for me in more than one way." Mom winked at me. That just about had me creaming in my pants. I had visions of Geo taking me on the leather couch in his office.

"Mom you're beautiful." I pulled her into a tight hug. Her breasts pushing against me reminded me how nice they had felt between my lips. Somewhere in this hug she ran her hand across Big Bob. He wasn't little right now.

"Thank you Bobby for the compliment." She winked. I knew which compliment she was discussing. "I also want to thank you for not pressing charges against Bruce. He will learn a lot more where he is spending the night than a night in jail."

We set another place for my mom. I really liked this put together, self reliant mom. Mom was sitting between Doc and Bruce. The look in her eye was one of lust. Doc hadn't minded Sarah between her legs. I wondered if mom had a chance.

During dinner mom finally relented and talked about where she had left Bruce. She said it was like reprogramming with one exception. Instead of closing one's eyes to possibilities it involved opening someone's eyes.

"It was a couple therapy team my therapist suggested. I gave Bruce the option of leaving him in jail or willingly spend the evening in therapy. When Mistress Anna answered the door in her skimpy leather outfit, lash in hand, Bruce was somewhat in shock. Master Bruno took him in hand though." Mom was smiling, trying not to laugh. "When I pick him up tomorrow he will have a broader understanding. I can think of a couple of other things that might be broader as well."

"Are you telling me Dad might have trouble walking tomorrow morning?" Jerry asked smiling. I would have loved to see the picture in Jerry's head.

"Marie, that is wicked." Doc looked around the room. "Ana and Bruno are licensed therapists during the day. At night they do a whole different type of therapy. Bruce is probably handcuffed over a sawhorse about now."

Doc turned and looked and Mom. Mom's intent gaze didn't turn away. I wouldn't bet against the possibilities that mom wasn't making moves under the table. Then Brett jumped. Jerry and I cleared the table and cleaned the dishes leaving the grownups to talk at the table. My three parents were flushed and looked nervous.

"Jerry and I are going to our room and listen to the stereo really loud." I announced.

We checked on them 10 minutes later. Their bedroom door was open and the room was empty. The kitchen was empty. The living room was empty. Being careful to not be seen we quietly checked downstairs. I think we had opened a whole new world for the Johnsons.

About midnight a third body slipped between Jerry and I. She pulled us to her chest. I knew this pair of breasts. I fell back into slumber snuggling up with the comforting presence of my mom.

I woke the next morning first. I leaned up on one elbow and just watched Jerry and the woman who had given him life lying there. I wish I had Todd's skill at drawing. It was an image I could lovingly hang on my wall.

Jerry's eyes opened. I held my finger to my lips then whispered in his ear. "Just lay there and enjoy some time with the woman that carried you for nine months. Don't forget your mom. She wouldn't mind if you took a nipple between your lips."

I closed the door behind me. Finishing in the bathroom I realized I didn't have my workout shorts with me. I refused to disturb Jerry's bonding time with mom. I started my workout in the nude.

Brett did a quick double take as he entered our workout space. His eyes watched my hanging dick as I worked through my weight routine. He finally joined me, dropping his shorts to the floor. He looked really good. I was face down doing reverse flys when I felt a hand on my ass.

"Grab a washcloth." I ordered. Brett washed my ass and hole carefully. He followed the washcloth with his tongue. I had eaten him a few times. It felt good to have him return the favor. His tongue danced across the hole and then centered on the target. I was beginning to squirm trying to drive more of his tongue in me.

"Damn it Brett just fuck me." I demanded. He used conditioner for lube and pushed his way inside of me. After a couple of strokes I had a new demand. "Take it out."

I flipped on my back and invited him back in. I wanted to kiss this beautiful man as he filled my body with his manhood. This has to be the most intimate of human contact. Kissing the man that is inside of you. Brett started hitting my buttons with each stroke. I nearly bit his tongue off once but caught myself at the last minute. I hadn't yet touched my dick and began to drool great amount of clear fluid. It puddled in my belly button. Brett wiped up some with his finger and sucked it off. The second fingerful was shared with me. I sucked on his finger like a little dick running my tongue around the tip and then along its underside.

Brett started picking up speed. Without warning and without ever touching my dick I came. The first blast shot over my head and onto the bench. The second and third decorated my hair and face. Each shot reached a little closer to home until the white cum puddled with the clear liquids in my navel.

With a mighty thrust Brett unloaded deep inside of me. Load after load filled my ass. Brett leaned over and kissed me, each tongue caressing the other. When his softening gun slipped from its holster, cum ran down my ass and dripped on the floor.

Brett took my hand and lead me to the shower where we washed each other completely. We used our damp towels to clean up the floor and dropped them in the laundry.

I arrived upstairs to a still closed door. I could hear Jerry and Mom talking. Mom was telling him about her decision to let her best friend and lover raise one of her sons. How could I ever get Jerry to understand that was the level of love I had for him. It's why I put myself in danger the previous day if it would keep him safe. For me life wouldn't be worth living without my twin. It had taken me time to realize just how much I did care.

I dressed in my room. Mom and Jerry joined us for breakfast.

"Marie, Bruno called. He thinks it would be best if Bruce spent the day in therapy. Ana will handle their regular clients. Bruce isn't quite flexible enough yet." Doc announced.

Jerry and I walked out to the driveway. Parked behind Jerry's car was the Buick. I ran back inside and hugged my mom.

"How?" I asked.

"I told Bruce he was going to rot in that cell and never get his dick dipped again if he didn't tell me where to find it." Marie stated matter of factly. I will still be here when you get out of school.

"Jerry and I are screening our newest project this afternoon at 4:00 if you want to come." I told her one of us would meet her at the entrance of the library. I hugged her again and ran out the door with my keys in hand.

Lunch hour we met Danielle, Sarah and Skip. Skip brought Jessica. I hadn't realized that Skip's Jessica was the same as Jess in our film class. Sarah and Jessica was planning an educational session for Skip. He had told her about how his mission ended and our Sunday. She had immediately demanded to see his jewelry.

I had Brett meet mom downstairs. Mom appeared with Bruce at the back of the room. The first screening of the footage for our documentary about reprogramming was shared with the class for critique. Their ideas would help us fine tune our final project. We kept it R rated. Most of the abuse happened just barely off screen. Our purpose wasn't to create porn. One of the girls ran out of the room. Her friend followed.

"She's throwing up in the trash can." She announced. "Did all this stuff really happen?" She looked at Jerry.

"They had me so high on drugs I don't remember very much. It's Bobby that is cursed with the memories." Jerry answered.

"I can honestly say we pulled a lot of the punches. How can you explain what it feels like to see your brother raped? Or what it feels like to see your step sister destroy your brother's balls." I tried sharing. "That is why most of this is done from a victim's point of view."

We showed the film again with students making comments. For the most part they felt there were places we had pulled too many punches. It needed to be more graphic to get the horror across.

As the lights came up the second time. Mom was in tears. Bruce looked like he was going to be sick. I was glad that Bruce was near the garbage can. He moved from the potential to unloading the contents of his stomach.

We were only supposed to get half of the period. The other student offered to move to another week. I don't think he wanted to try and follow our images. We had plenty of footage left after the edit to achieve the additional details the class had suggested. James went back and gave my mom a hug. I heard snippets of the conversation. Most members of the class wanted to talk about what they had just seen. Most knew of our encounter yesterday. They didn't know that the man chasing me was suspected as one of those that had tortured us.

When I turned James and Mom were gone. One of the students handed me a note. Meet us in the conference room. Your mom needs to talk to both of you.

After the room was put to rights, we made our way to the only conference room I could think of James taking Bruce too. On the fourth floor James was sitting just outside the door with one of the school's police officers.

"Jacob is here just in case Bruce loses control." James explained.

It was with great control I didn't let the anxiety trigger the need to run. We walked through the door. I took control of the conversation before anyone else could.

"Bruce, you need to understand one thing. I have your balls in a vice. If I press charges you will lose on counts of ignoring a court order and domestic abuse. You have hit me more than once. There are also the charges of being an accessory after the fact on Jan's initial attack." I swallowed and continued. "My lawyer has informed me that if I push, you will lose your job and no one will hire a cop with those convictions."

Jerry put his hand on my shoulder. "I haven't made an issue of it because my twin loves you. As far as I'm concerned you can rot in hell. If you don't make things right with Jerry, I will reconsider my past decisions."

Bruce's face went white. I wasn't sure if it was fear or anger. Just then I saw Bruce's eyes flicker toward the window. I turned a big guy with a bald head and lots of leather was watching. From the anxiety Bruce was showing I assumed it was Bruno.

"Dad do you know why Professor White chose this conference room?" Jerry waited for a response. Bruce shook his head. "Under this table is where Bobby lived for a week, messed up by pain pills and the handiwork of Jan. I will not call her my sister. I realized she really was my evil step sister."

Mom looked under the table. She climbed under and started to cry. Bruce joined her under the table and took her in his arms. She pushed him away.

"You are still in the dog house." Mom announced.

"Bobby... " Bruce started.

"Not me...asshole. You make it right with your son who has been miserable since your last visit. He is miserable because he is giving up what is important to him to please you."

"Jerry, I didn't really understand what Jan put you through all in the name of saving your soul. It seemed so clinical and sterile like a medical procedure." Bruce looked up at Bruno and cringed. "I got just a little taste of what you went through last night." Bruce was getting teary eyed. Jerry started for his dad and I stopped him.

Marie had made her point for the last few weeks what it is like to not be able to express affection for the one you love by cutting him off completely: no kissing, no hugs, no touching and no sex. I was not going to let Jerry empower Bruce.

"Then I saw the film and what I went through was nothing in comparison." Bruce paused. He looked at Marie.

"You're not done." Marie answered. Bruce still didn't say anything.

"Jerry nothing is changed. Let's go home." I turned for the door. This was the confrontation I feared the most. Jerry stayed where he stood looking from Bruce to me. Who would he choose?

"Bruce, Bobby, this is not fair making Jerry choose." Mom hit Bruce up the side of the head.

"Mom is right. I'll let you work things out with your dad without my interference." I said resigned to losing my love forever.

I closed the door behind me. I needed to think. I seemed to be making my twin miserable. If I were out of the way he could have the happy family life he deserved. Once again I wasn't sure where I was going, anywhere but here.

Jerry came out of the conference room all smiles. His father didn't totally understand his son liking other men, but he was working on it. Bruce was willing to accept his son and even the relationship with his twin. His dad loved him just for being him. He couldn't wait to tell Bobby.

"Where's Bobby?" he asked.

Neither James nor Bruno had seen him leave. Jerry ran to the first floor and checked with the circulation desk. No one had seen him leave. Through the front doors he saw a crowd growing. Curiosity won out and Jerry went out to see what everyone was looking at.

There on the edge of the building sat Bobby, his feet dangling four stories up. The first thought was he had pushed Bobby away once too often. He shouldn't have hesitated in the conference room. He should have followed the love of his life, but then he wouldn't have known his dad was trying to accept him. If Bobby jumped he would follow. How do you get to the roof? No one seemed to know When he got back to the fourth floor he found James in deep conversation with his parents.

"Professor how do you get to the roof? Bobby is sitting on the edge. I pushed him away once too often."

"I'll go get him, damn stupid boy! It's all show and getting attention with him." Bruce taunted. Jerry slapped him.

"You stay away from him. Stay away from me. If I lose him it's your fault." Jerry shouted. James lead Jerry to the roof access.

"Jerry get back here!" Bruce shouted. Marie slapped him.

"He is right. If Bobby kills himself it will be your fault." Marie ran after her son leaving Brett with his own thoughts. Was it his fault? He just wanted what was best for Jerry. Or did he really want what was best for him? He sat with his head in his hands. He was losing everything: his wife, his daughter, his sons and his mistress of 18 years.

"Don't startle him." James recommended. Jerry quietly walked across the flat roof toward the love of his life.

"Bobby, I told my dad that you are the most important thing in my life. I want to wake up with you every morning for the rest of my life." Jerry called out softly.

Bobby turned around and nearly fell forward. Jerry grabbed his arm and pulled Bobby onto his back.

"I wasn't going to kill myself. I debated it, but it wouldn't give you the chance to see how much I love you." I explained.

"Dad is trying to understand. He's resolved to having two gay sons." Jerry said.

"Bruce has one gay son. It's going to take a long time before I will ever be able to call him dad. Brett is my dad. He is the only adult male that has treated me as a son. He is the only one that hasn't used me as a punching bag or lied to me every other sentence."

"Will you give him a chance?" Jerry asked.

"Let's start with I won't press charges and see where we end up. Mom is willing to start there."

"I still have trouble thinking of her as mom." Jerry countered.

"I'm not asking you to. You had a wonderful mom that loved you until she died. She was the love of my mother's life. Just accept what she is willing to give."

We both stood and Jerry pulled me into a tight hug and slipped his tongue past my lips. We were like that or quite a while before we came up for air. We were met with applause from our audience four floors below. Danielle met us at the bottom of the ladder to the roof.

"There was only one thing wrong with that kiss on the roof." She observed. She pulled us into a three way hug and kiss. "That was much better."

Mom was waiting for us. She willing joined the hug between Jerry and I. We finally found a distraught Bruce head in his hands. Who would be the better man. I checked and the lie was firm and strong.

"Bruce, get your ass over here and join the hug." I offered. He looked up surprised at my suggestion. Jerry and mom reached out and pulled him into our circle.

(When I wrote the last paragraph I realized the story was done. Then over the next few days I realized I needed to tie up a few loose ends. The Epilogue is coming soon and will be followed with parts of John's and Marty's stories. [John and Marty are the other boys is Chapter 34])

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