Chapter 1
The Abduction

"Listen up. This kidnapping case has been turned over to us by the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) because it includes military classified information and a classified location. Let's hear first from the surveillance team. What do you have?" asked the chief investigative officer Davis.

The team consisted of 3 squads, made up of 8 men and 4 women all in their twenties or early thirties. Clad in Army green all were non-coms (non-commissioned officers) with the rank of special agent except for the chief who carried a military rank of lieutenant. The purpose of the MPI (Military Police Investigators) is to investigate crimes involving military personnel or in this case when classified military information is involved.

"The location is a residential neighborhood and the home of a military contractor. We have been observing it for two days," the special agent reported in a precise professional tone. "The house is a modern cube shaped building with hidden security cameras." A picture of a house flashed up on the wall at the front of the room. "The outside is mirrored glass so even though the glass is floor to ceiling we were not able to get any optics through the windows. We believe there are security cameras hidden around the third floor roof line, but we cannot verify that as they are also hidden behind mirrored glass. The grounds are fenced or walled and there are motion detectors on some of the fencing." An aerial picture of the house, pool, pool house and large wooded area is shown.

"There is often a Great Dane outside in the compound which prevented us from getting close without being detected. We put up a drone, but every time it flew close to the property we lost control of it and it crashed. There seems to be some kind of electromagnetic dampening field over the property. We were able to hack into the wireless signal, but it is only used by the son and the help. We are recording their key strokes, but so far it is only recipes and video games. If they are using a cell service we are not detecting it and the parabolic mike did not pick up any conversations. We are able to get infrared heat signatures so we can track the movements of persons inside the house."

"Personnel?" the chief asked.

"The father heads up a coding team that contracts with the military, he works exclusively from his home," the agent continued while changing the picture to a badge ID of a handsome dark haired man. "What he is working on is classified, but we are assuming it is why the son was kidnapped. His assistant Bryan lives in the pool house with his wife Samantha, who is also the housekeeper. Bryan works on the coding team as well as being the primary liaison with the military and other customers but the father is the brains behind the operation. The father seldom leaves the compound. He recently gained custody of his biological son David." The wall showed a younger teen version of the dark haired man. "He is in the process of adopting his son's half brother Jason, the boy who was kidnapped." A picture of a small blond boy in swimming trunks jumping into the pool is put up.

"The objective is to secure the location, secure the classified material and then run an investigation into the kidnapping and recover the boy," the chief stated. "I would prefer to get our hands on the classified material without them knowing in advance. Is that going to be possible?"

"Sir, agent Long is the tech expert on the team," the reporting special agent admitted. "I will let him take this question. Agent Long?"

Agent Long licked his lips. As the newest member of the team, this was his first, real, in-the-field investigation and he wanted to make a good impression.

"No sir, I am afraid not – sir" Agent Long confessed sheepishly. "We have no electronic signals with access to the materials to work with. The secure network does not seem to be connected to the outside world. We believe the coders work with their remote team through a proprietary VPN (virtual private network) but at this time we do not know the carrier; Internet, cellular, satellite or other. I believe they are not using any known public or commercial encryption keys so that even if we could identify the data stream it is likely we would not be able to decrypt it."

The chief frowned at Agent Long and then turned back to the surveillance team. "Can we secure the property without alerting the principals in advance?" asked the chief.

"There are fortified gates but we should be able to gain access by rappelling into the back yard and blowing the locks on the patio door" the reporting special agent advised. "It won't be silent, but we believe because there are only two principals in the residence at night we should be able to control the space before they have a chance to move or dump the classified information."

"Very good, prepare your equipment and be at the helo pad at o four hundred hours," the chief said. "You are dismissed."

"Sir" interrupted Agent Long in a quiet voice. "Sir, from their reputation, this coding team is highly advanced and has security and encryption that is more sophisticated than our own. To find and access whatever this classified data is, will require their cooperation. I recommend a less aggressive approach."

"What are you suggesting agent" the chief asked sarcastically. "You want us to knock on the door and ask pretty please?"

"Sir, actually yes that might be a very good idea sir" Agent Long responded.

"Helo pad. O four hundred hours" the chief repeated with a scowl directed at Agent Long. "Dismissed!"

"Yes sir!" said Agent Long but what he was really thinking is I wonder how big that stick is? You know, the one up your bum!

***

Jason woke in the dark, not knowing where he was.

"Hello! Is anyone there?" Jason called out. He knew he had been a stupid little kid. That whole act of the old man needing help was just a scam to lure him out of the compound so they could grab him. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He would never have fallen for that scam if he were back in the old neighborhood. Ever since David's dad had brought him to live with them, he had gotten careless. In the old neighborhood he was suspicious of everyone. He had let his guard down and now he was going to pay for it.

"Hey, my head hurts. Could you give me something for my head? Hey, anyone there?" Jason called out again. With his hands outstretched, he crawled around the perimeter of his little prison. It was small and dark, but he was used to that. When he had lived with his mom, where he slept with his older half brother David; their sleeping space was just about this size and had no windows to let in any light. The dark was his friend, but he wished David was here with him now. David had always protected him before but now he was on his own.

"Good, you are awake. Face the wall and put your hands behind your back," a voice said from outside the room.

"OK, I'm facing the wall" Jason called out. He had no idea which wall he was facing, but for now it was best to just follow orders.

"You can come out now," the voice said. The door opened and Jason squinted against the sudden blinding light. When he could see again, he crawled out from a closet built underneath a stairway. Across the hall was a large room that could be a study or library. It had bookshelves from floor to ceiling and large old fashioned French doors that looked out upon an English garden.

"You!" Jason shouted indignantly. Sitting in a wing back chair was the old man who had pretended to be hurt and lured him out of the compound. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"That is unimportant for you to know right now," the old man said with a cultured old style accent. "What is important is for you to do everything I say. I don't want to hurt you, but that will depend entirely on how you and your new father behave. Do you understand?" The old man looked like someone's distinguished grandfather, but I don't suppose most kindly grandfathers go around kidnapping kids.

"Yeah, I get it. I suppose you have to kill me now that I have seen your face" Jason said in a resigned tone of voice.

The old man chuckled. "You have been watching too much television young man. You already saw my face when you so kindly came to help me, so what would be the point of hiding it. You are much more useful alive than dead I would think, don't you? Now come out here and let me get a good look at you."

'Resistance is futile' as the Borg on Star Trek would say. It seemed he had no choice right now but to be 'assimilated into the collective'. He went over and stood in front of the old man, but still just out of reach.

"Good. Now young man, you must remove your clothes," the old man said as he looked him over from head to toe.

"Why? Are you some kind of pervert?" Jason could not help asking.

"Just do as I ask and quickly," the old man said sharply. Jason had the feeling it was not wise to cross him. As long as they were not hurting him, it was probably best to play along. He pulled his shirt up over his head slowly as he watched the old man's eyes on him. If the old man liked him maybe he could use it to manipulate him and keep from getting hurt.

"You are a very nice-looking boy. Do you play a sport?" asked the old man.

"No, but I like to swim," said Jason conversationally. He unzipped his pants, making a bit of a striptease of it. He felt the old man's eyes watching his every move.

"Yes, I can see that you have a gymnast or swimmer build. Such a small boy for your age."

"Thank you sir, I think," Jason said politely as he slipped out of his shoes and pulled off his pants. Standing up in just his socks and underpants, Jason waited for his next instructions.

"No young man, what is required is that you be completely naked," the old man instructed.

Jason sighed. Removing his socks he stuffed them in his shoe and slowly pulled down his underpants. He was not really all that modest, but he was concerned about what it was that required him to be naked.

"Good, now come here" the old man instructed further. "I need to examine you closely."

Jason reluctantly moved within reach. The old man pulled him close so that he was standing right in front of his chair. He started methodically feeling his shoulders, down his arms and hands. He ran his fingers through his hair. Putting his hand on his back he began thoroughly pressing his other hand across his chest and down his stomach.

"What are you looking for?" Jason inquired with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Embedded tracking devices," replied the old man as he gripped Jason's privates and individually felt along his penis and scrotum.

"You think someone embedded a tracking device in my penis?" Jason asked incredulously.

"No, I just like playing with your penis," said the old man sarcastically. "We must also be sure they didn't stick one up your bum, yes? Now be quiet."

Jason wasn't sure he was kidding, but he submitted to the invasive search as the old man began examining his back, legs and feet. When he felt the old man's finger probing between his butt cheeks, he was quite sure it was beyond the call of duty. While he stood by naked as a jay bird the old man also examined his clothes and finally waved a wand to detect electronic signals over both him and the clothes.

"Good. Now follow me" the old man said as he put his hand on Jason's shoulder and steered him to a door that opened onto a stairway going down into the basement. "Now if you are a good boy, this will not take long at all and we can go back upstairs. If you give me any trouble I will leave you down here. It is entirely up to you."

The basement was cold and damp like many old houses. It was mostly empty except for some chains hanging down from the ceiling. Jason had a bad feeling about this. Sure enough, the old man pushed him to where the chains hung down and attached one to each of his wrists. The old man then brought over a metal bar with some shackles attached to it. He attached a shackle to each ankle. He then went over to one of the support posts and began to crank a handle. The chains attached to his wrists began to tighten. He wound up the chains until Jason was hanging with all of his weight on his arms over his head. The bar attached to his ankles kept his feet wide apart.

"There now, here is what I need you to do" the old man said as he began to play with Jason's penis. "I am going to take a video of you and you are going to say what day it is. This is very important. You will say what day it is and that you are unharmed. It would also be good if you begged your father to help you, but you can say anything you like. I will, of course, edit out anything that we don't want you to say."

Jason's little penis was getting bigger even though Jason was not feeling particularly sexy. "I think it will be interesting to take the video while you are stimulated, don't you think? Has your new father seen you with your penis hard?" Jason did not answer. "I think from your silence that perhaps it is so. Has he touched your penis?" Jason still did not answer. "Well, no matter I am sure he will find our little video very interesting."

The old man went to a wall cabinet and pulled out a video camera. Standing in front of Jason he pointed the camera at Jason and adjusted the view screen. "You may begin."

Jason struggled as he twisted hanging on the chains. It was embarrassing to have a video taken of him naked with his penis hard and his legs spread as far as they could go. He was quite sure it would not be just his new father that would see him like this. What would they think of him?

"Hmm, today is Monday October 5^th," Jason stated for the camera. "I have not been hurt yet. Uh, I would really like to go home. I am being held by an old man in a house, but I don't know anything more than that. Umm, that is all I really have to say I guess."

"Very good boy," the old man congratulated him as he turned off the camera. "I will have to do a little bit of editing but it will suffice." The old man came close and began to stroke Jason's penis again. "Just let me get a close up of how much you enjoy my company. Your father will appreciate that." He turned on the camera again as he stroked and teased Jason's penis. Jason twisted and turned trying to escape the pleasant torture of being milked by this old pervert.

"Umm, please stop" Jason moaned involuntarily. "I don't want to. Oh, crap I am going to cum." He tried to hold it back, to escape the hand that continued to stroke him to a climax. Letting out a loud moan, a little cum pooled on the head of his circumcised penis.

The old man stopped taping. "There, that was not so bad was it?" asked the old man as he spread the little bit of cum around Jason's sensitive cock head. "I am sure we will have more fun like that in the future, but right now let's get this finished up shall we?" Crossing to the wall cabinet he returned the camera and pulled out an electronic device. Snapping it on Jason's ankle he said "This ankle bracelet will let us know where you are at all times and if you should stray, there will be severe punishment. I hope that I do not have to demonstrate what kind of punishment there will be. Just know that I will very much enjoy punishing you. So if you think that you can get me to like you or feel sympathy for you – it will not work I assure you." The old man released the crank and lowered Jason back down to the floor. After releasing the wrist restraints the old man said "You may release the rest of your shackles now and follow me."

Jason undid the ankle restraints. Still naked he followed the old man back up the stairs. He had a feeling that he had got off easy this time.

Chapter 2
The Assault

The assault unit hitched a ride on a Black Hawk out of Fort Eustis airfield. Even in this stealth attack helicopter the rotors seemed to scream as they passed over the quiet residential neighborhood on their way to the target. The assault team had their assignments to secure the grounds, blow the door on the main house and secure the principals. Agent Long would then secure the classified material using whatever means necessary. A simple snatch and grab, it would be over in a matter of minutes.

The Hawk was now over the compound and the agents began to rappel to the ground. Everything went like clockwork, until it didn't. The agents were almost to the ground when the helicopter started losing altitude and then control. Agents hit the ground and scrambled to get away from the descending copter and its deadly rotors. As the group tried to reassemble, the compound lit up with blinding bright lights. Each agent was struck from above with a taser dart carrying 50,000 volts causing them to collapse to the ground and their legs and arms to spasm painfully. Two men, one with coal black hair and one blond, covered the men on the ground with semi-automatic rifles.

The copter landed heavily, but upright and in one piece as the engines cut out. The pilot and co-pilot pushed open the doors, intending to help their stunned teammates. Before they could reach the ground, a huge dog lunged out of the dark growling ferociously. The pilots quickly slammed the doors shut as the dog raced back and forth jumping up against the doors barking and snarling.

"Junior heel!" the dark haired man said in a commanding voice. The huge dog immediately trotted over and stood by his side. "Lieutenant, you may order your men to get back in the helicopter and we can sit down and discuss this or I can call my liaison at the Pentagon to sort this out. It might be a bit embarrassing that your entire team was brought down by two computer geeks and a Great Dane."

"I am under orders to secure this location and confiscate all of your computer equipment. I can assure you it comes from the highest authority," the chief stated in a commanding voice, as difficult as it was to do while still lying on the ground twitching uncontrollably.

"I'm sure it does and we can compare whose is bigger later. Right now you are compromising my cover with all this noise and a military helicopter in my back yard. As far as my neighbors are concerned, I am just a friendly neighborhood computer geek. Now get that junk off my lawn or I will start with a call to my senator who just happens to be on the SASC (Senate Armed Services Committee)."

"All right, you win for now" the chief conceded. "But my tech expert Agent Long stays as well. The rest of you men go ahead and return to the base."

The blond haired man made some entries on a tablet. "I have temporarily removed the air security. Your engines will start now and you are safe to fly out. I will turn it back on as soon as you are out of range so do not think of returning," he warned.

"Gentlemen leave your weapons where they are and follow me" the dark haired man gestured to the Lieutenant and Agent Long who were still lying on the ground. Without checking to see if they followed he went to the garden patio door and put his hand on the biometric scanner. A thin green line glowed around the outline of his hand and another light scanned his face.

"Biometric hand scanner and facial recognition, so all we really needed was your hand and your head to get in," the chief said sarcastically hinting he might prefer a dismembered hand and head. "Wish I had known that sooner."

"Actually there are 5 different proof of life metrics it measures during the hand scan including pulse, blood pressure and temperature. If those are not within normal parameters it has the ability to take a blood sample."

"Does the military know about this?" the Lieutenant questioned thinking of the simple bio reader on their own facilities.

"They have been briefed. This way gentlemen," the dark haired man led the way to a second floor office. "Please take a seat," he said gesturing to a conference table with six task chairs. The chairs were simple office chairs on rollers with no arms. He sat at the head of the table with the Lieutenant on his left and Agent Long on his right. "Okay gentlemen, let's get to it."

***

As the team's tech resource, I knew this gig was going to be tough. The contractor's tech was obviously advanced and run by professionals. I had viewed this man's picture in the briefing, but it definitely did not do him justice. He was wearing a simple form fitting black wife beater muscle shirt with black pajamas, the loose fitting kind they use in martial arts. The clothes accentuated his lean muscular body. His green eyes were intense and seemed to notice everything. Matching wits with this guy was going to be a challenge and things were not going well so far.

"Sir, how should we address you?" I asked, still hoping to gain cooperation even after the bungled assault.

"Sir."

"Excuse me?" I queried with a confused expression.

"You may call me sir"

"Are you implying you outrank us?" the chief sneered. "You are a contractor, you don't have a rank."

"Are you sure about that? Regardless, what I expect from you is some respect. You break my cover which is classified, with the intent to break into my home and confiscate classified material which I assume you have not been read into. Am I correct Lieutenant?"

"Well, yes" the chief admitted, "but I am sure I could be …"

"And how did you think you were going to identify this material? You would not have been able to, which means you would have stolen my proprietary equipment and data. This is not a military base, private citizens have rights and you have violated a whole bunch of mine."

"Sir, if I could interrupt?" I ventured hoping to ward off a full scale argument. "I was hoping that we could cooperate. Your security and the recovery of your adopted son is our primary mission."

"Agent Long…" he started to say.

"Please, call me Ryan sir," I interrupted.

"Ryan" he said clearly attempting to get his temper under control. "I would welcome help in finding Jason but we have to establish some ground rules first. You have resources I don't have and need, but I also have resources you do not have access to. If you intend to barge in and take over this investigation, then I am better off without your assistance."

"I have been ordered to get control of this situation and that includes this location and anything you are working on for the military," the chief countered angrily.

"Chief, with your permission, I would like to make a suggestion of how we could proceed," I said cautiously.

"Granted" the chief grudgingly conceded.

"As we have seen, this location already has a sophisticated security system. Adding guards would not necessarily make it more secure. I suspect the material we are interested in is also highly secure. I propose that I stay here and work as the liaison. Since I have a technical background I would be able to understand the information you have sir," I nodded to the handsome dark haired man and then looked at my chief, "and relay information to you. I also know the procedures and resources available to us at MPI that may be helpful in this case."

The chief sighed. "I hope you know what you are getting into, because if this goes sideways it will be your head on the block."

"Yes sir." I hope I know what I am getting into too.

"Now, do you think you can arrange transportation for me, I seem to have missed my ride," the chief said sarcastically.

Chapter 3
The Preparation

"Ryan, I have arranged transportation for your Lieutenant. It is still a couple of hours before daylight, I suggest we both get a couple of hours of sleep and then begin working on the case. You can stay in David's room. He is bunking in my room until this situation is resolved," the father said to me.

"Yes sir" I replied.

"Right across the hall, make yourself at home."

David's room didn't look like a boy's room. There were no sports posters, toys, sports equipment or even dirty clothes on the floor. In fact there was nothing personal about the room at all. It could have been a room in a high class resort. It made me wonder if David actually ever slept here. The two outer walls were floor to ceiling glass with doors to a balcony. The bedroom was large with a big bed and a separate sitting area as well as a modern desk area. A big screen monitor was mounted on the wall. Another doorway gave access to a bathroom. Not too shabby for a teenager.

I am sure I won't sleep, but I might as well rest while I have the chance. I took off my shirt and pants and folded them neatly on a bedside chair. I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes for a moment – and immediately fell asleep.

I must have subconsciously heard something, because it made me sit straight up and reach for the weapon I usually kept under my pillow. Of course, the weapon was not there because I was not sleeping in my assigned quarters and our weapons had been confiscated the night before. It took me a moment to remember. Oh yeah the investigation, the failed raid, closing my eyes for just a minute. Now the sun was streaming in through the window and when I could finally focus, a teenage boy was standing in the doorway staring at me.

"You must be David," I groaned trying to adjust my eyes to the sunlight and to come fully awake. It took a moment to remember I was only wearing my skivvies. David on the other hand was shirtless and wearing loose fitting martial art pajama pants. He was an exact miniature of his father. The same jet black hair and intense green eyes and slim muscular build. Tanned with smooth skin that only the young can have, his lean torso made me want to count his ribs, squeeze his biceps and feel the firmness of his pecs. A lot of boys have flat chests and little nips, but David's nipples were surrounded by a large sexy dark areola stretched over his smooth chest muscle with just enough definition to qualify as pecs.

"My father says you cannot wear your uniform while you are here" David said. "He doesn't want the neighbors to see. I brought you some clothes that should fit. There is breakfast on the patio when you are ready."

With that pronouncement David put the clothes on the edge of the bed and left as quietly as he had arrived. Okay, might as well see what I will be wearing today. I held up a black polo shirt and cargo shorts. Hmm, not exactly Army issue.

I arrived on the patio feeling a bit self-conscious, dressed more for a game of golf than a military mission. Both the men I met last night were sitting at a table in the full morning sun. I might be paranoid, but it seemed like they were amused at my appearance.

"Hello Ryan, I am Bryan," the blond haired muscular man stood and introduced himself. "Please have something to eat and there is coffee and orange juice." He motioned to a separate table setup with food and carafes of coffee and other beverages. David was out on the lawn with his back to us in the middle of a Tai Chi routine. His bare torso outlined by the sun like a living Michelangelo David statue. It was hard to keep from watching. It would not do to ogle the boy in front of his father particularly as I was supposed to be working.

"Pleasure to meet you sir" I said shaking his hand. "I just need some coffee thanks."

"I hope you slept well," David's father said while scrutinizing me with those intense green eyes. Damn, I always felt like he knew what I was thinking. "Why don't we take our coffee and convene in my office. I am anxious to get started."

"Yes sir, I am anxious to get started too," I said as I poured coffee into a big mug. With a final discreet look at David still moving through Tai Chi forms, I followed the two men back upstairs to the office.

***

We were back at the same conference table as last night. In the daylight the office was pretty awesome. The floor to ceiling glass walls had a view of the full front of the house. A long plain table across the front of the room served as a desk. There was nothing on it except an embedded panel of USB inputs and a wireless keyboard and mouse. Above the table mounted on independent stands were two separate groupings of large screen monitors, four monitors in each group. The simple appearance of the room was an illusion. I recognized the Logitech keyboard and mouse model, it had the ability to transparently connect to and control three separate computers at once. I suspected the monitors also represented multiple computer sources. The military thought handing out laptops and smart phones was high tech.

The assistant Bryan grabbed up the keyboard and mouse and brought them over to the conference table. Pictures and video clips began to appear on the monitors.

"Ryan, this is the security footage from the time Jason was taken," the father said pointing to a video clip running on the top left monitor. The clip showed a small blond haired boy playing with the huge vicious dog that had attacked the helicopter last night. The boy was throwing the ball up in the air and trying to catch it before the dog was able to get it. It looked like he was having a lot of fun even when the dog knocked him down, he just bounced right back up again. Suddenly the boy stopped playing and seemed to be talking to someone on the other side of the fence, off camera. The dog was intermittently barking and growling at whatever was on the other side of the fence. The fence was high enough to hide a child or an adult who was intentionally avoiding the camera. After a couple of minutes of watching Jason talk to the fence, the video flashed white for several seconds. When the picture came back Jason was gone.

"Our sophisticated security surveillance system was defeated by a simple mirror. The missing segment is sunlight being reflected directly into the only camera covering that area of the yard."

"But sir, how would they know where to direct the light without knowing precisely where the camera is located," I asked.

"Exactly," the father said. "As your surveillance team knows, our cameras are hidden."

"Sir? What surveillance team?" I asked innocently. They both gave me a patronizing look.

"As I was saying, our cameras are hidden and you would need to know exactly where to blind them. I would not believe this to be possible, but it has to be an inside job. I would like your team to handle profiling everyone who has had access to the house in the past six months. Can you do that?"

"Yes sir," I responded, appreciative that we were going to cooperate on the case after all. "I will need a list of all visitors, tutors or staff as well as any companies that have been in the house for maintenance or repairs. I will also need a list of your coding team and how to contact them."

"We don't have many visitors, staff or repair companies. We use one tutoring service for both the boys. Bryan will get you a list. The coding team is another matter. My team is very private and locations are classified for security reasons. They are also quite paranoid and if your team tries to observe them as you did us, you will fail. Bryan will get you the name of the military person who handles security clearances for my team. You will need to get any information from them."

The door opened and David came in carrying a tray with fresh coffee and danish. He was wearing a fresh black muscle shirt that matched his father's attire. Was it a coincidence, or did they always dress alike?

"Good, I am glad you are here David, I want your input on this next clip," his father said. David put the tray in the middle of the conference table and took a seat next to me. "Bryan, run the torture clip."

The four monitors combined on the right-hand side projected a video clip of the same small blond boy, stripped naked and semi erect, hanging from chains. I knew he was eleven years old, but he looked younger. His body was completely smooth and hairless and he seemed shorter, more compact than his older brother David. The mop of blond hair and the fine features of his face made him almost pretty rather than handsome. Under the circumstances he seemed to be handling the situation quite calmly. It was obvious he had been coached on what to say as he gave the date and a brief message. The video cut to a close up of his privates as a hand from an off-screen person stroked him. He was struggling and verbally protesting as the person succeeded in getting him hard and eventually to climax. The video was uncomfortably erotic considering the circumstances. Being aroused by it seemed a betrayal while sitting next to the victim's brother.

"Bryan, were you able to pull any background sounds or optics?" the father asked.

"No, the audio has been stripped and the voice overlaid. There isn't any background sound at all, so no chance of any identifying sounds," Bryan replied professionally.

"David, I know that must have been difficult for you to watch but you know Jason better than anyone. Did you see anything in the video you can tell us?" his father asked.

"Jason doesn't know anything more than what he said straight out in the video," David said calmly. Jason is street smart; he will act like an innocent little boy and try to manipulate anyone around him if he can. This was more humiliation than torture and Jason has been through much worse. He has grown stronger since we moved here. He will be able to handle this until we get him out."

"Thank you son. We are going to do everything we possibly can to get him out of there."

"Bryan, any luck on the drone search?" the father asked moving on. "So that you know Ryan, there is a tracking app on Jason's phone and a passive tracking device embedded in his shoes. Unfortunately he did not have his phone with him when he was abducted, but hopefully they did not get rid of all of his clothes."

"You put tracking devices in his shoes?" I asked incredulously. "Were you anticipating something like this happening?"

"No, we all have tracking devices in all our shoes," the father stated, very matter of factly. "That is of course, a secret." He looked at me as though he knew I must be a blabber mouth. I simply nodded, deciding not to try and defend myself.

"Not so far" Bryan responded. "The good news is because the device is passive and doesn't send any signals; I doubt they have detected it. But, we have to be fairly close to get a ping. I hired a couple of local skateboarder computer geeks and gave them search areas to cover. They are using our drones, but it will look less suspicious having them operate them. If he is in the city we will find him. But of course he could be almost anywhere."

I watched the father, trying to read his face and body language. The only time his facial expression changed was when he was talking to his son David. It was obvious he thought the world of his boys, but otherwise he was all business.

"One last item," the father continued. "We have no way to trace the original source of that video as it was posted anonymously on the dark web and we have no idea where the next video may show up. But, I know someone who does have the resources to do that. He has backdoors to systems all over the world. But because he knows how insecure digital communications is, he will only communicate face to face. I need to go talk to him directly and get him to help us and he will only talk to me. Bryan, keep expanding the search. I have a hunch they have not taken him that far away. Agent Long, I am asking you to protect my son David while I am away. Even though they have Jason, David could still be a target. I need for you to not let him out of your sight.

I gave the only response I could. "Yes sir!"

Chapter 4
The Investigation

Dad was packing an overnight bag. He looked like a normal boring businessman in a pinstripe suit with a white button down shirt and a red tie.

"When will you be back?" I asked. "Take me with you."

"I'm sorry David I can't do that," father responded with a faint smile. "These guys are not exactly kid friendly. He would not understand me bringing family along. Besides Ryan seems like a nice guy."

"Yeah, I guess," I whined. "I just hate sitting around doing nothing. I want to help find Jason."

"Now don't do anything stupid," father warned. "I know you two are like Siamese twins, but you won't help Jason by getting yourself abducted too."

"But, what if they would exchange Jason for me?" I asked. "I mean I am a better hostage than Jason because I am your biological son and I know I could handle whatever they did to me better than Jason can. Even if they didn't let Jason go, I could be there with him."

"No! Get that idea out of your head right now. This is not a game David. These are desperate people and we don't know what they are capable of. Putting yourself in danger is not going to help Jason."

"What if we just give them what they want?" I begged. "They wouldn't hurt a little kid if they got what they wanted. Is it money?"

"There hasn't been a ransom demand yet so we don't really know what they want," father said as he finished packing and zipped up his overnight bag. "I suspect it is much bigger than just money."

"It's the project for the military isn't it?" I blurted out. "They want a backdoor to your system don't they?"

"There is no point in speculating right now son, we just have to wait and see." He put down the overnight bag and pulled me into a hug. I put my arms around him and let him hug me to his chest. I always felt better when my dad hugged me. I raised my head for a kiss and as our lips touched I realized how much I loved this man who had rescued me from my old life. Some kids take their parents for granted, but not me. After mom died, finding my real father was like a dream come true. I had always been told that he didn't want me, but these last few months had proven that to be untrue.

"Behave yourself and don't go outside the compound," father warned. "You hear me? Make sure Ryan has whatever he needs. Samantha will make sure you have food but Bryan will be busy with the search teams so you will be in charge of the house. I will be back in a day or two tops."

"Yes Dad" I whispered. "Be safe."

***

With the house empty, I was bored. I usually took a run; but since I wasn't allowed outside the compound the best I could do was work out in the gym. When I couldn't do any more reps, I decided to go find Ryan and see if there was anything I could do to help. I found him still making calls on the house phone.

"Hey Ryan, I don't mean to bug you but my dad said to make sure you had everything you need. Is there anything I can help with?" I asked.

"David. Yes, actually there may be something you can do. First I need to get some things from my quarters like my laptop, phone and some of my own clothes. Do you think your dad would mind if I borrowed his car?" Ryan asked.

"No, of course not. Bryan always uses the SUV for errands. I can get the keys for you," I said as I turned to go get them.

"Um, your dad said to not let you out of my sight," Ryan said. "So, would you mind going with me?"

"Okay, but I have been working out; maybe I should get cleaned up first." The thought of hanging out with Ryan sounded a lot more interesting than hanging around an empty house. Besides Ryan was a soldier, I had never been around a soldier before. I liked the way he wore his thick hair buzzed off on the sides and short on top. He looked pretty buff in the polo shirt I gave him this morning. It was one of mine and although it was big on me; it looked a bit too small across the shoulders on him and tight in the sleeves around his biceps. When I looked up, I saw that he had caught me checking him out.

"You look fine" he replied with a quirky smile. "If the smell is too bad we can just roll down the windows." I think he was kidding me, but it still made me blush. I hustled out of the room to get the keys.

***

I had the run of the prison house, but they kept a pretty close watch on me. It seemed like the old man or one of his henchmen was always nearby and they wouldn't give back my clothes. When I complained about being cold, I was given a blanket. So now I looked like Linus in the comic strips, running around with my blankee. Geesh! At night they locked me in the closet under the stairway. Now I know what Harry Potter felt like.

I kept trying to chat up the old man or anyone who seemed sympathetic, but no dice. Either I was losing my innocent boyish charm or they were smarter than they looked. Just when I thought maybe it wasn't so bad, my luck ran out.

"Jason, it is time for us to make another video for your father," the old man informed me. "My friend Chris here will be helping us this time." He gestured towards a nice looking young guy. I guessed him to be 18 or 19 and until he opened his mouth, I thought maybe he would be cool.

"Aw come on, you know I like to strip them first," Chris whined. "This kid is already naked."

"You can have your fun another time," the old man reprimanded. "I didn't think you would turn down an opportunity to play with such a nice young boy, now would you?"

"Nah, he is cute enough I guess. As long as I get to do whatever I want with him," Chris replied enthusiastically. I gulped. This didn't sound good at all.

"Just stick to what we discussed for now," the old man replied. "There may be time later for the kind of games you like to play."

"Okay kid, get your ass down the stairs," Chris commanded. "This is when the fun begins."

I could struggle, but Chris was more than big enough to easily make me do whatever he wanted. I decided I would have to play along for now since I didn't really have any other choices. The basement was the same as the last time, dark, chilly and gloomy. I walked over to where the chains hung from the ceiling clutching my blankee. Chris and the old man came down the stairs after me. Chris did one of those elbow tucks and whipped off his shirt. The guy was buff all right. I decided it was worth some effort to try and chat him up.

"Wow man, you are buff," I gushed. "I bet you were a monster on the football team. Do you play football?"

"Yeah, now shut up" he said as he attached the chains to my wrists and then bent down to take off the ankle monitor.

"I can tell man, you must work out too cause you don't get that tight just playing ball," I chatted on. "You must hit the gym three or four times a week huh?"

"I said shut up," he repeated as he grabbed my privates and yanked on them.

"Ow man! They don't come off," I growled. "What the fuck!" His hand started playing with my balls, pulling and squeezing them. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

"What cute little balls you have," he said. "I used to have a little brother just about your age. I liked to play with him too."

"What do you mean used to?" I asked, my voice quavering a bit as I wondered why he spoke of his brother in the past tense. "Is he all grown up now?"

"Sure, yeah, something like that," he replied still playing with my balls like they were ying yang stress balls you manipulate over and over in your hand.

"Chris, let's get started" the old man said impatiently as he pointed the camera at us. "Jason, I need you to say the date just like last time. Remember I can edit out anything you say that I don't like, so don't make extra work for me okay?

Chris pulled on a ski mask and began running his hands all over my body like he was trying to memorize my body shape. His hands ended up with one stroking my penis and the other probing between my butt cheeks. While he was stroking and probing I heard the video click on so I started my debut.

"Hi everyone," I announced cheerily. "It is Tuesday October 6^th and I am here with my football friend Chris. He is busy right now figuring out where my asshole is or I am sure he would say hi." I heard Chris make a growling sound and then I felt his finger jab up my ass as far as it could and his hand grabbed my cock hard. "Ahhh, I think he found it folks. Ow!"

Me and my smart mouth! It was a mistake to have made fun of him because it just made him mad. He took a step back and backhanded me across the face. Smack! One side of my face burned like I had fallen asleep out in the sun all day. I knew better. What they wanted was fear and pain and they weren't going to stop until they got it.

"Okay wise guy, let's see how you like this," Chris growled as he pulled down his pants. He had a nice sized semi-erect chub. He pushed me down on my knees. The chains didn't let my hands reach the floor so my knees took all of my weight on the rough cement. He grabbed a handful of hair and shoved my mouth onto his thick cock. Shoving it all the way down my throat he started fucking my face. I could handle it soft, but as it started to grow I began to choke. He finally let me up for air.

"You like that smart ass?" he asked as he stepped out of his pants. Naked, he grabbed my hair again and held me down on his now hard cock forcing me to deep throat it. I couldn't breathe and the longer he held me down the more I struggled to get free. Tears fell down my cheeks while I made unintelligible sounds begging for air. Finally when I thought I would pass out, he shoved me back and I fell on my butt, the chains keeping my hands from helping me break my fall.

"Get back over here, we are not done yet" Chris commanded as he ripped the mask off. I saw the first smile I had seen on his face. It was terrifying. He was enjoying this enough he didn't care who recognized him. He got behind me and grabbed me around the waist forcing me to stand up again with my back to him. While he crushed my privates with one hand he started rubbing himself against my back. I knew what he wanted to do but I was that much shorter than him that the parts wouldn't fit together. He let me go so that he could drag over an old high backed dining room chair someone had abandoned. He placed it in front of me and shoved me forward until I was kneeling on it facing the back of the chair. The chains were low enough to let me grip the back of the chair to keep my balance. He disappeared again for a minute and when he came back he was lubing up his cock. My legs were shaking now like I had the chills.

"That's right little boy. Guess where this is going" he teased. "I am going to fuck the shit out of you. You been fucked before? I bet you have. I bet you like it. Has your new daddy fucked that little butt of yours?" He grabbed my butt and squeezed it hard pulling me up on my knees as high as I could go. He pushed in between my feet as I knelt on the chair and jabbed his cock at my hole, but the angle was not right and it slid off between my legs.

I heard a whimpering sound and realized it was me. It was a well known secret that I actually liked a little pain under the right circumstances. When I was with someone I loved and trusted, I knew they would never go too far. But not like this, not with a stranger. Panic set in and I hyperventilated. I was going to be raped and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Chris grabbed my privates and using them like a handle as he forced me back against his cock. I felt it pushing against the entrance to my body and then the burning sensation as he shoved it past my sphincter. I admit I began to cry. He rammed his cock inside me as far as it would go and I screamed for him. He liked that. With me impaled on his cock, he let go of my privates and grabbed my neck holding me back against him.

"That's it little boy. You feel me in there do you? That's why I like little boys, they are always so tight." He grabbed a nipple and twisted it until I screamed again. Still squeezing my neck he pulled out until just the head of his cock was still inside me. It gave me a moment to recover and then he choked me while he drove his cock in as far as it would go. I screamed again. He repeated it over and over while I alternated between screaming and sobbing. The pauses between jabs kept him from cumming so that he could fuck me longer. In between thrusts he kept talking and stroking me, sometimes he was almost kind. And then he would hurt me again.

"You know if you were my little boy I would take you home with me," he said softly in my ear as he pulled back. "I would fuck you every day and let you lick up the cum. I've got plenty of cum." He thrust inside of me hard and I screamed and struggled against his cock and the hand choking off my air. The arm across my chest held me firm.

"I admit you are the cutest little guy I have played with in a long time," he complimented me as he again eased his cock back. "Why don't you give me a little kiss for being so nice to you?" He twisted my face around so that he could force my lips against his. His tongue fought to enter my mouth and I could taste his breath and the copper taste of blood from when he hit me. He shoved his hips forward again and I choked on his tongue.

"You think your daddy will get off watching me fuck you? Maybe he will rub one out watching you and me," he suggested. "What do you think, huh?" He stepped up his thrusts keeping a rhythm going that would get him to a climax. My groans kept time, my only hope being that he would stop when he finally released his load. He was getting close, his cock harder than ever and he yelled as he thrust himself deep inside me and I felt hot cum spurting. It took some time for his spasms to end and he finally pulled out his softening member.

"Oh boy that was good. You are one hot mother fucker. Now don't you go anywhere for a minute while I clean up." He walked off as cum started to drip down my leg. I felt dizzy and held onto the back of the chair to keep from falling. I was all done crying, there were no more tears left in me but I felt like I wanted to throw up. Chris was back dragging another hard back chair behind him. The old man had turned off the camera and gave it to Chris. I was helped to stand back up again, grateful to get my knees off the hard chair. Grateful it was over.

"How you doing boy, you okay?" Chris asked with a look of concern. "I know you are really going to like this next bit cause I came up with it myself." He spoke as he set down the camera and moved the chairs close together facing each other. "Now you go and stand up there on those chairs for me. That's a good boy." I was dazed and confused as he helped me up on the chairs, left, then reappeared struggling to carry a big pole attached to a heavy metal base. He set the pole next to the chairs. It was the size of a broom handle but all metal. He adjusted the height of the pole by loosening a knob and then tightening it again. Last he squirted some lube on the pole and spread it around by stroking the pole up and down with his hand. He smiled at me. Oh God!

With the camera back on, he pulled the left hand chair out about a foot and then crossed over and pulled out the right hand chair about the same. I was now straddling the chairs with one foot on each. He ratcheted up the chains until my hands were held about waist high. He shoved the pole between the chairs with his foot and I felt the cold metal brush my butt cheeks. I grabbed the chains up as far as I could reach and held myself up. Chris pulled the chairs out a little farther until my feet were just touching the edge of each one. I hung from the chains as long as I could, but my arms were burning and I knew I would have to let go soon. I twisted my body to miss the pole as I let myself down. Chris was having none of that and he grabbed me around the waist to force me back into position. I felt it pressing against my butt. I was able to keep it from impaling me by staying on my tiptoes. Chris slid the chairs out again. I hung from the chains again and my feet slipped off the chairs. He grabbed my feet and forced them back to the chairs and I felt the pole press into me. I gasped. It wasn't in all the way but even the very top of it was stretching me to the limit.

"That's it boy, you take that big thing like it was my cock. I know you'd be missing me up inside you so I got you a replacement" he chortled. "Now you behave or I will yank those chairs out and just impale you on it and you won't like that. You fall off those chairs you could really hurt yourself. Now let's just ease that big thing in there, what do you say."

"Please don't do this. I will do whatever you want. I will be your boy, just don't put that thing inside me" I begged.

"Oh now don't spoil my fun, that would make me angry and you don't want to get me angry," he warned. He sat down on the floor behind me where he could get a shot of my backside being penetrated. He kicked one of the chairs with his foot and it moved a few inches. The pole pressed harder against me. He kicked the other chair and I felt my sphincter stretch enough to let it in. I hyperventilated trying to control the pain. It hurt bad, but I knew it would have been even worse if my hole had not been loosened up by Chris's cock and lubricated by his cum. I tried not to move.

"Good boy, you took that like a champ" he said as his fingers explored between my legs where the pole disappeared inside of me. He stroked by butt cheeks and then played with my balls between my legs. "Can you take some more?" And he kicked each chair out farther. I was doing the splits now and my legs were starting to cramp. I felt the pole fill me up inside. I was sure I couldn't take any more of it. I tried to hold myself up on the chains but all I succeeded in doing was moving the pole in and out of me, essentially fucking myself.

"You like that don't you," Chris crooned. "Let me see how much you like it. I bet you can get a hard on." He spread some lube on my cock and balls and started to stroke me. I wasn't feeling sexy and I didn't want to get hard but it never did take much for me to get a stiffy. I could feel the pole with every movement of my body. Trying to escape the hand that stroked me just caused more sensations in my ass. I finally gave in and let him stroke me and my cock got hard in his hand.

"That's it my beautiful boy. You like my hand? Does your daddy do this for you? That's okay, you can fantasize that I am your daddy if you want. You have such a nice ass, if I was your daddy I would play with you every night." Unwanted, images of my new adopted dad naked did flood my mind. I loved having him hold me. I always felt so safe and loved. He was everything Chris was not, handsome, kind and gentle. And as I thought of him I felt myself building to a climax. My muscles got tight and just before I began to shoot my ass muscles clamped down on the pole like it was a part of my body. Then I began to shoot. Normally nothing came out, but today a big glob of cum shot out of me and onto the floor.

"Alright, my man! That was awesome" Chris enthused. Putting down the camera he pushed the chairs back together and I was able to pull myself off the pole. He helped me down from the chairs and released me from the chains. He hugged me to him, pressing our naked bodies together. My ass still hurt and it felt like there was still something up inside me. The tears started again, relief that it was finally over.

"It's always hardest the first time" he comforted. "You will be alright. C'mon let's get you cleaned up and then I am going to put you to bed. You're my boy now, I will take care of you."

***

I took David with me to my quarters to pick up what I would need to spend a couple of days at the compound. After seeing what David was used to, my quarters were pretty boring. The drive had been quiet, both of us lost in our thoughts. I liked David; it was easy to forget he was so young. There was an old soul in that handsome young body. As a gay man in the military, I was super conscious about keeping my attractions under wraps but there was something different about this boy and his father. Something was going on there that I couldn't quite put my finger on and it both intrigued and scared the hell out of me.

Back at the house I spent some more time on the phone organizing the team that was doing background checks on the list of names I had sent them as well as investigating any other similar abductions. I had also contacted some other agencies for recent activity from foreign countries and a list of companies that were competitors for similar military contracts. I figured the tech aspect of the investigation was in capable hands; our team would handle the investigative ground game that was normally associated with a case like this.

"Uh, excuse me Ryan. I warmed up some of the food Samantha left for us. Would you like to have some now?" David asked timidly.

"Thank you David, that was very thoughtful of you. Actually, I am starving," I replied with a smile. David really was too good to be true. "Shall we eat out on the patio and I have some questions I would like to ask if you don't mind."

"Sure. Good idea. I will set it up out there and you can come out whenever you are ready."

"No, I will help you" I replied. "If you spoil me by waiting on me all the time I will never want to go back to military grub."

"Why are you in the military, if you don't mind my asking?" David inquired. "With your background I bet you could have a job anywhere."

"Well that is a boring story," I said as we gathered up dishes and started for the patio. "I never finished my degree at MIT (Massachusetts Institute of Technology) because I ran out of money. The military recruited me and here I am. But so far I like what I do and my team relies on me. That's the short version anyway."

"I want to get into tech and be as good as my dad someday," David admitted as he laid out the table settings for them both. The sun was setting but it was still warm enough to be comfortable outside. Junior came to investigate but when it was evident he wasn't going to get treats from the table, he settled down nearby and went to sleep.

"So David, do you know what your father's military project is about?" I asked knowing the project was classified. David froze and for a minute I thought he wasn't going to answer.

"That project is classified," David said.

"I know. So, do you know what it is? It is just the two of us here and I promise I won't get your dad in trouble. You can be honest with me."

"I know something about it, but not everything. I don't have access to the secure network where the classified stuff is," David assured me.

"Okay. What can you tell me about your brother Jason?" I asked changing the subject abruptly. "You said while we were watching the video that he had been through worse. What did you mean by that?

David sighed. "We grew up living with my mother and whatever boyfriend she had at the time. They started out being nice but it didn't last long. Every one of them either liked us too much or they hated us and wanted to beat on us. Jason, being the youngest, got the worst of it."

"I am sorry you had to go through that. Were you sexually abused as well as assaulted, if that is not too personal to ask?"

"I suppose you would call it that. We just thought of it as something we had to put up with. I tried to protect Jason as much as I could but it wasn't enough."

"Where is your mother now?" I asked.

"She died. That is why we ended up here with my dad. We were in pretty bad shape when we got here but my dad has been great with Jason."

"I am sorry about your mother. What do you mean you were in bad shape?" I inquired.

"The last boyfriend, before mom went to the hospital, frequently came home drunk. He would get Jason out of bed in the middle of the night and make him go into their bedroom. I don't really know what went on in there because Jason would never tell me. I could hear my mom having sex, so I guessed that the creepy boyfriend wanted my mom to do something she didn't want to do. If she didn't do it, then he would beat on Jason until she did. When he came back to bed, he usually had been beaten enough there would be bruises all over him the next day." I was so caught up by David's story my food got cold. For some reason I wasn't very hungry anymore.

"Sometimes my dad lets me have a little glass of wine at night. Shall I get us some?" David suggested.

"Thank you, that sounds perfect." David returned with two rather full glasses of wine which we sipped quietly while watching the sun set. David continued his story without prompting from me.

"You have to realize how long Jason was humiliated and beaten. I mean, most of his life was with different men who were not his real father. We have always slept together and at first it was just bad nightmares. Eventually it got bad enough that he cried most every night. I tried to hold him and comfort him, but he was always scared. Do you know what it is like to be scared all the time?"

"No, no I don't."

"When my dad was able to find him and bring him here to live it was almost too good to be true. We kept wondering when they would come and take him away again. The three of us, my dad, Jason and I are very close. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to either of them."

"Thank you for sharing that with me David. I know those memories must be very painful for you. I admire your courage." We sipped our wine in silence for a while.

"You know, there is an eyewitness" David said abruptly.

"An eye witness? I don't know what you mean. An eye witness to what?" I asked.

"To Jason being abducted" David replied as he looked straight at Junior.

"Well, since Junior isn't talking, I don't know how that helps us," I said, amused by the suggestion.

"We assume they took Jason away in a car or van. What if they didn't? What if they walked somewhere first," David asked excitedly.

"That is highly unlikely, but what are you thinking?" I asked intrigued.

"Just that we take Junior and go outside the gate and see if he does anything. It would only take a few minutes and what do we have to lose?" David sounded like a teenager at that point, obsessing on something he wasn't going to give up on until he was satisfied.

"I don't know David, your father wanted you to stay inside of the compound."

"But, we have already been outside the compound and besides, he isn't here so he won't know."

"Somehow I think I am going to regret this," I said giving in. "Let me get something first and then we can try it." I left to get a flashlight and the side arm I had retrieved from my quarters. Hiding the shoulder holster as best I could under my jacket, I was ready as I was ever going to be.

With Junior leading the way we trooped across the yard to the far gate where Jason had last been seen. The gate was only locked from the outside so we went through it and grouped together just outside the wall. David knelt down and held the big dog's head in his hands.

"Junior where's Jason. Find Jason. C'mon boy, where's Jason" the dog barked and anxiously paced back and forth before putting his nose to the ground and heading for the street.

"David, are you sure he won't run away or chase another dog?" I asked skeptically.

"Junior doesn't pay any attention to other dogs. I think he finds them insignificant. He's a bit of a snob. He only pays attention to people," David replied while watching Junior closely. After a few minutes sniffing the sidewalk he charged off into the woods that bordered the wall of the compound. We ran after him tripping over branches and stumps in the dark.

Switching on the flashlight we caught up with Junior who was sniffing an area about half way down the wall from the gate.

"Look!" David said "Someone spent some time here. See how it is all trampled down and there are some crumbs from where they sat and ate a sandwich or something."

"I think you are right David, good eye. Would anyone from the house have any reason to come out here?"

"No, never. What about your surveillance unit? Maybe this is where they watched the house."

"They said they could not get close to the wall because Junior would find them and bark. If someone was watching from here, it would have to be someone Junior knew or he would have made a fuss."

"Junior, I wish you could talk," David said to the giant sized dog that seemed to understand exactly what he said and whined. "You could just tell us who it was, huh boy." David petted the dog as we started back to the gate. As the light from the flashlight passed over the ground and branches, it flashed for just an instance off of something in the bushes. I decided to investigate. It was probably just a discarded bottle or something.

"David, could you go back to the house and get a plastic bag for me?" I asked as I bent down to examine what I had found. A few minutes later I carefully used my sleeve to coax a hand mirror into a bag. It was unlikely there would be prints on it, but since it was our first real clue it was worth a try.

David was very excited by what we had found and the wine may also have snuck up on him. As we locked up and prepared to call it a night, he chatted exuberantly darting from one subject to the next.

"Do you really think what we found will help? You think that mirror was what they used to blind the camera? I hope my dad is ok. When do you think we will get Jason back?"

"Whoa, slow down. That was a great suggestion you had and it will be a big help. But we still have more work to do. Now I suggest we get some rest and start fresh in the morning. What do you say?"

Before David could respond my phone rang, the call was from the MPI office.

"Agent Long….yeah, uh huh. Send me the link … Okay got it …. Yeah thanks." I answered. "One of my team found another video of your brother. They sent me the link."

"We can watch it on the big screen in my room" David said as he headed for the stairs.

"I'm not sure you should watch it" I said softly. "They said it is quite graphic."

"Yeah, well, then I have to watch it," David said in a commanding voice. "He's my brother."

David started up his computer and after a few tries found a browser that would access the link. The video started with Jason naked and restrained. His first words were almost chipper like it was no big deal. But shortly after that he was backhanded hard across the face and the video just got darker after that. I watched David for his reaction to seeing his brother being abused. He didn't say anything but the longer he watched the color drained from his face.

When the young man started to fuck and choke Jason causing him to scream with each thrust I saw tears in David's eyes. I wanted to turn it off and comfort him, but I knew he would not allow it until we had seen the whole thing. As Jason stood on the chairs struggling to keep the pole from impaling him, David's arms and legs twitched as though he were helping Jason hold on to the chains or balance on the chairs. It was painful to watch the suffering of both boys who were so obviously bound together by their past. As the pole entered Jason, David let out a whimper. The only sound he had made so far and his hands clenched into fists. The finale was Jason being stroked and milked and the ending frame froze the cum spurting from his cock in classic porn style. David sat still, tears running down his cheeks.

I went over and sat beside him, not sure exactly what I could or should do to comfort him. At that moment I wished his father was here. I put my hands on his shoulders, looked into his tear filled eyes and then pulled him into an embrace. He put his head on my chest hesitantly. I could feel his body shaking with silent sobs. After a short while the sobs stopped. I sensed David was consciously pulling himself together. He stood up and left without a word. Shortly after, I heard the water running in the shower. A few minutes later David reappeared wrapped in a towel. It was his room after all but this was getting more awkward by the minute.

"David I think you should sleep in your own bed tonight. I will take the sofa" I suggested.

"You can't sleep on that sofa, it is a torture device," David replied sounding completely normal again. "I'm used to sleeping with my brother. If it doesn't bother you, we can share the bed. It's no big deal."

"Hmm sure, I don't mind. Just not sure how your dad would feel about it," I said as I took off my jacket and shrugged out of my underarm holster rig.

"He won't have a problem with it; he doesn't get hung up on stuff like that. Trust me. If you are supposed to keep an eye on me, we don't have two beds in the same room and you won't get a good night's sleep on the floor or a sofa."

"I know you were bunking in your father's room before. I thought you might have some special arrangement," I prompted hoping David would pick up on my curiosity about his relationship with his father. Instead of responding he dropped the towel and dug around in a drawer.

With his back to me I was free to ogle the view. He had an amazingly small waist and long legs in proportion to the rest of his body. Every time I saw him like this I just wanted to get my hands on his body. He slid on a pair of form-fitting underwear and got into the bed. After shedding my shirt and pants, I checked the safety on my sidearm and slid it under my pillow. Crossing the room to turn off the lights I could feel David's eyes on me. Turnabout is fair play I guess.

Chapter 5
Following the clues

Something woke me from a sound sleep and I automatically reached for my weapon. It was David, his arms flailing like he was fighting someone off. I called out to him, but he didn't wake. The covers were thrown back and his movements were silhouetted by the dim moonlight through the windows. Hoping to calm him, I leaned over and restrained his wrists by holding them against the bed. He managed to accidentally knee me between the legs and it took a few minutes for me to recover. I got a leg between his and grabbed his wrists again using my body weight to hold him down. That was the position we were in when he became conscious.

"Are you okay" I asked concerned that he was still not fully awake. "You were having a nightmare."

"Yeah I was. Thanks. I think I am okay now." Our bodies were pressed together and our faces inches apart. I could feel his heart beating fast and his breaths were still fast and shallow.

"Do you want to talk about it" I asked softly.

"Yeah, maybe" he responded. "It was a replay of the video, but it was me in the video instead of Jason." I let go of his wrists and lay back on my side of the bed. The covers had been kicked off during the struggle. David rose up on an elbow and threw a leg over mine as he seemed to be trying to remember his nightmare.

"I was talking, but I wasn't saying what we heard in the video. I was saying something else. And I could see the guys face who fucked me; it wasn't blurred out like it was in the video. And, I could feel everything. Hitting me in the face, putting his hands on me, choking me, his cock going inside of me; everything. The worst part was the pole, it was so big and I was afraid of falling on it. I remember being really afraid." Balancing himself on his elbow he put his hand on my chest for support. His leg touched mine and I could feel the warmth of his body. I was sure he didn't mean for it to be erotic but the combination of the subject matter and the proximity of his body was definitely turning me on.

"Get some sleep, we can work on it some more in the morning" I murmured sleepily. David laid his head on my chest and snuggled up against me. As unorthodox as the situation had become, it felt right. I had stayed celibate since joining the military and I suddenly realized how much I missed some skin on skin contact. With my arm caressing his back, we fell back asleep.

***

I woke early and untangled myself from David without waking him. After a quick shower, I settled down at the conference table in the office across the hall. I had a theory about what was going on but I needed more corroboration. With the evidence bag tagged, I called a messenger service to get the mirror over to the MPI offices for finger printing. I heard the assistant downstairs in the kitchen.

"Bryan, could you come up here for a moment." I called from the top of the stairs. I heard him leave his coffee on the counter and head up the stairs.

"Bryan, we got another video last night. Can you get somebody started on the analysis? David caught a discrepancy between the audio and Jason's speech pattern. You may need a lip reader to figure out what has been edited out. The attacker also took off his mask. The face is pixilated, but see if your folks can do anything with it. From what we heard in the video, we may be looking for someone with a juvenile criminal record. I know those records are hard to get, but if we get a recognizable image I can give it a shot."

"You got it agent. What's that?" Bryan asked indicating the mirror.

"David and Junior helped me find that outside the fence. Do you recognize it?" I asked.

"Nah. It could have been out there for years" he said dismissively. "Can you forward the link; I will get right on that video."

After checking my emails, making some more phone calls and writing my investigation activity log I decided it was time for some coffee. David was already up and out doing his morning Tai Chi routine. Without saying anything to him, I joined in and we performed the synchronized movements together. Afterwards we each grabbed a mug of coffee and headed back to the office conference table.

"David, I need to know now what your father's classified project is. It could be the key to finding your brother." I said trying to sound persuasive.

"I agree," David's father said from the office doorway. David got up and grabbed his dad in a hug. They kissed each other on the lips while I made every effort not to notice. Maybe they were European?

"I missed you son," the father grinned at David. "Did you behave yourself? Would you please take my bag up to my room and then we should all sit down and talk." David ran up the stairs and back in a matter of seconds. By the time his father settled down at the table with the computer controls, David was sitting next to him listening intently.

"My contact was successful in tracking down the last video upload from these three areas" David's father began typing and images flashed up on the monitors. "Fortunately they uploaded at a time when the line traffic was low." The map on the monitor lit up with a network of controller sections. Three different ones had red circles radiating out from them.

"That's still a big area" David commented.

"It is," his father agreed. "There are three areas because with an upload of that size the packets do not all necessarily take the same route. These were the three partial routes we could identify. If they upload another video to the same server, we will be able to narrow it down."

"Can't you just track the IP address?" David asked. The unique Internet address assigned to every computer on the web.

"No, they are masking their IP by running it through different VPN's and servers. But that was a good question and the first thing we checked."

"The tracking helps sir. What about the project? I know the military is considering shutting down the project because they are concerned it may be compromised. Is it?" I asked.

"No" David's dad replied returning to the keyboard to bring up some other charts and images. "I have received permission to read you in on the project because of the circumstances with Jason. The project is classified but not top secret. What the general had for lunch could end up getting classified, so we are not talking about spy level info. For now at least, I have convinced them the project is not compromised by the abduction or your knowledge of it. David, you are not part of that authorization but I feel you have the right to hear it. I won't tell if Ryan won't." I nodded and he continued as though giving a college lecture.

"The project we have been working on for two years is a worldwide procurement system for the military. The US military annual budget is over 680 billion dollars [629 billion euros]. By analyzing procurement patterns you can tell troop movements, size of bases, deployments, weapons and just about everything else. An army marches on its stomach, something Napoleon supposedly said. The US military procurement system is uncoordinated, antiquated and ridden with fraud. Have you heard about the 1000 dollar toilet seats? Now you know why. Analysis of buying patterns is often after the fact or not at all and quartermasters are requisitioning on the equivalent of stone tablets." A world map came up with military installations marked, military contractors and lines of communication that encircled the globe.

"The new system to be piloted by the end of the year will be an electronic worldwide system available to both military quartermasters and military contractors who receive over 300 billion dollars in defense contracts. It also needs to be available to every officer from the Pentagon on down that signs his John Henry on a requisition. Procurement analysis will be real time with the system handling routing approvals to whatever devices are necessary from main frames to phones for all of those authorizations. You can see why a foreign power would kill for a back door to a system with billions of dollars flowing through it. But it won't do them any good because of Buster."

"Buster, sir?" I asked totally mystified. Data started flowing down two of the monitors and then four and then all eight. Price lists, company names, currency rates. Another screen looked like contract boiler plate. Another contained charts and another images of military hardware.

"Buster stands for Better US Transaction Entry and Review. Not a very sexy name for a very sexy system. Everyone knows that every electronic system in the world is vulnerable to hacking. The only safe system is one that is not connected to anything else and not even then. But communication is what procurement is all about. Buster is an AI system with access to world wide information. He can monitor all the retail prices from Amazon, Costco, army surplus and every other catalog system both inside the military and on the Internet simultaneously. He is heuristic; he gets smarter all the time. Buster is specifically designed to analyze and detect threats to the system. Think of him as an attack dog."

"It's a honey pot," I murmured. "Sir."

"Exactly Agent Long" he grinned at me. "We want foreign agents to try and access the system because Buster is designed to catch them. Price patterns outside of normal range, code backdoors, brute password attacks, viruses – Buster is designed to track and analyze them all."

"But sir, aren't you worried you are creating a monster?" I cautioned.

"Yes, I am. That is why we need people like you and units like the MPI. Humans, who can take what Buster discovers and investigate. The smarter Buster gets, the more fraud and spies there will be to apprehend. That is why I would like to request that you be transferred to the project full time. Would you be interested?"

"You bet I would, sir."

"The military is unpredictable, but after this case is over I will check with my contacts," he said. Just then my phone rang.

"Excuse me sir" I apologized. "I should take this." I walked away from the table to take the call.

***

"Well David, what do you think of our soldier boy?" Dad asked me.

"I really like him" I admitted with probably too much enthusiasm. "He is really smart and he doesn't treat me like a kid."

"Yeah, and what else?" he inquired as though reading my mind.

"And nothing" I said defensively. "We shared a bed last night because you told him to keep an eye on me, but nothing happened."

"Of course I would check up on anyone before leaving you in their care" Dad said. "He identifies as gay you know."

"You don't let us use labels like that in this house" I admonished.

"And rightly so" Dad chuckled. "Just thought you would want to know."

"Sorry about that," Ryan said returning to the table. "Sir, I need to borrow your drone and your dog."

Chapter 6
The Rescue

I could hear Chris arguing with the old man. They had been at it for a while. Chris had been real nice to me ever since the last video where he had fucked the shit out of me. I was still sore and scared that they would do it again. I wasn't sure if I could take it. I really wanted to be home with my brother and my new dad. I knew they would come for me, I just wish they would hurry up.

"Jason, we have to do another video" Chris said from the doorway.

No, man. I'm still sore from the last one," I whined.

"I know, and I am really sorry about this, but we got no choice," he said not looking very happy. "So c'mon man let's get this over with." By the time we made it to the basement stairs I was starting to shake. I did not want to go down there again. Chris pushed me toward the stairs but I balked.

"Don't make me force you boy," he growled. "You know I can."

"No, I'm not going," I said stubbornly. "You aren't doing that to me again."

"Get down there," he threatened. Grabbing my arms he used his body to force me down the first stair. I grabbed the railing and wouldn't let go. Grabbing me around the waist he forced me down more stairs and we risked falling when I lost my grip on the railing.

"You are going to break both our necks," he yelled at me. "Now cut it out." He got me down the stairs and shoved me towards the side of the room with the chains hanging from the ceiling. The old man came down the stairs with the camera.

"What is all this boys?" he asked. "Chris, you know what you have to do so be a good sport and let's get this done shall we?"

Chris looked annoyed but he took off his shirt and threw it off to the side. Grabbing my leg he got me down on the floor and unlocked the tracker on my ankle. For some reason they never wanted that in the video. For good measure he grabbed my privates and gave them a squeeze and then let me up again.

"Jason, I need you to say the date and let's just do it this time without all the extra bits," the old man instructed pointing the camera at me.

"Hey there, this is Jason and it is Wednesday October 7^th. I am being held by this fuck and grandpa green jeans over there. So if anyone sees this, come and get me the fuck out of here!" I said sarcastically.

"I'm really sorry about this," Chris said to me. And then he punched me in the stomach.

I doubled over. It caught me by surprise. I expected to be hooked up to the chains but I guess they didn't think I need to be restrained to be beaten. I straightened up and tried to remember some of the moves David had taught me. When Chris came at me again, I tried to back kick him in the knee but I missed and got him in the thigh. It made him stumble back, but he was on top of me faster than I thought possible. Shoving me face first against the wall he punched me twice in the side. Reaching behind me I grabbed his privates hard through his jeans. He broke off, retreating out of my reach.

I knew I didn't have a chance with this guy. I didn't have the training, height, weight or reach. All I could do was look for an opening or run away. So I ran. I got to the stairs but Chris got a grip on my shoulder and yanked me back. I fell on my butt. Grabbing my hair he half dragged me back to where we started. Pulling me up by the hair he drove his knee into my balls as payback. I couldn't move as he pummeled my sides with his fists. As I collapsed to my knees, he pounded my back ending with a kick to my butt. I lay on the floor hoping this would end it. I was wrong.

Grabbing my hair again he got me back on my feet and then hit me in the face. It hurt bad but it also made me mad. I rushed at him grabbing him around the waist and managed to trip him and as we fell I rode him down to the floor hoping to crush his balls with my knees. He threw me off him and by the time I hit the floor he had his hands around my throat. Straddling my body he choked me until my vision started to go black and then he hit me twice in the face before he got up again.

"That ought to be good enough" he said to the old man. The old man switched off the camera while he spoke.

"He has to be black and blue all over his body tomorrow. We need the bruises to show," the old man instructed. "Get on with it!" He started up the camera again.

"Then it all became a blur. He hit me in the chest, the face, the legs, every part of my body. I curled up in a ball as best I could and went somewhere in my mind where there wasn't any pain. I was afraid he would go too far and kill me. I couldn't breathe, my chest and ribs hurt. My arm might be broken, I couldn't move it anymore.

And then I heard a ferocious growl and Chris screaming as he fell off of me. Junior? I was sure I was hallucinating. What the hell was Junior doing here? It sounded like he was trying to eat Chris. And then the yelling started and people were rushing down the stairs. The old man put down the camera and reached for something that may have been a gun. A shot rang out and he went down.

"Junior heel!" I heard one of them yell, but Junior didn't heel. He came over and started to lick my face. I couldn't see him very well because my eyes were already starting to swell shut, but I could hug his big old head. I was so happy I didn't even mind his slobbery kisses.

One of the soldiers came over and scooped me up and carried me up the stairs like a baby. Junior would not let me out of his sight and kept getting in the way.

"Jason, I'm a friend of your dad and your brother. It is going to be okay now. We are going to take care of you. It's over." Ryan said.

"Gee thanks. Uh, do you think you could find me some clothes" I asked meekly.

***

We got the call that Ryan's unit had found Jason and were at the hospital. I admit I was paralyzed with fear until the goof finally thought to tell me he was going to be okay. It took me a nano second to yell at David and head for the car.

By the time we arrived at emergency and had gone through the whole, I'm his dad bit; a doctor was preparing to put a cast on his arm. Jason was a mess. His eyes were swollen shut and his entire face was puffy. The gown was pulled down around his waist and I could see his chest was bruised. The doctor was touching him here and there and asking where it hurt the most. The doctor introduced himself and asked me to sign forms so they could continue treatment.

David bypassed all the medical people and was quietly talking into Jason's ear. I knew if anyone could comfort Jason, it would be his brother David. Ryan was standing back out of the way. I grabbed him in a bear hug and whispered, "Thank you" in his ear. He nodded.

After all the x-rays and examinations, they wanted to keep Jason overnight for observation. The usually timid happy boy, went ape shit crazy.

"No fucking way you are keeping me here. I just got away from being restrained and tortured, never again. I want to go home. Now! Get the fuck away from me," he said flailing his arms and pulling off the machine monitoring connection.

"Jason! They are trying to help you."

"I swear I am not staying here one more minute. You make them let me go. Please! I want to go home."

After negotiating with the doctors for meds and a promised follow up visit, Jason got his way. After the mandatory wheel chair ride to the hospital entrance, Ryan insisted on carrying Jason to the car. Back at the house Bryan met us at the front door.

"Jason, I heard you were at the hospital. I am so glad they found you. Do you need anything? What can I do?" Bryan hovered as Ryan set Jason down on a sofa in the great room.

I noticed that Ryan did not look happy. He left to make a quick phone call and came back into the great room with his weapon out.

"Bryan, you are under arrest by the US Military charged with domestic terrorism. Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

"There must be some mistake" Bryan said looking panicked.

"No mistake," Ryan replied in his official voice. "Your wife is already in custody. I advise you to come peacefully." Ryan grabbed Bryan's wrist and snapped on a cuff. We all looked on with stunned expressions at this unexpected turn of events. Ryan finished cuffing him, holstered his sidearm and marched Bryan out the front door where his unit took over custody.

The hospital had given Jason a sedative to help him sleep because of his injuries. Even with the excitement going on around him he could barely keep his eyes open.

"C'mon little man, let's get you to bed" I said reaching for him.

"I can walk" Jason said getting up from the sofa. After a couple of steps he seemed to get dizzy and would have fallen if Ryan had not caught him.

"I got him sir" Ryan said as he lifted Jason into his arms.

"Take him up to the third floor master suite if you don't mind. I will be up in a few minutes after I lock up." Ryan nodded and headed up the stairs.

Chapter 7
The Explanation

I took Jason up to the master suite and helped him take off the clothes he had come home from the hospital in. His body was already starting to swell and bruises were coming out in several places. He was going to be hurting for quite some time. I propped up the arm with the cast on it with an extra pillow. I sat on the edge of the bed with him while he tried to get comfortable.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" I asked.

"I haven't said thank you yet" Jason said looking very small and fragile. His eyes were almost completely swollen shut and there were marks on his throat where he had been choked. His torso was wrapped in bandages because of the damage to his ribs.

"And you don't need to, it's my job. I'm sorry it could not have been sooner."

"You saw me in those videos when they were – you know. I tried to fight him this last time, but I couldn't. What happened to Chris?"

"Well, Junior chewed him up pretty bad. He will be spending some time in the infirmary."

"Good. Did you kill the old man?" Jason asked.

"No, just winged him. They will put him in jail and throw away the key," I assured him. Jason didn't say anymore. I took his hand, the only part that wasn't badly injured, and kissed him on the forehead. Jason's father came in and I left to give them some privacy.

Food was out on the kitchen counter and someone had made a fire in the great room. The boy's father came back down the stairs and we all gathered around the kitchen counter.

"I don't know about you two, but I could use a hot shower, a stiff drink and some food; in that order. What do you say we get into something more comfortable and meet in the great room in 15 minutes? And then mister, we want to hear from you all about how you figured this out and the raid to rescue Jason."

Everyone scattered. Getting out of my uniform sounded like a great idea. After a super hot shower I borrowed a warm terry cloth robe I found in David's closet. When I got back to the great room, David was already there wearing black fleece lounging pajamas with a draw string. The sight of his lean chest, broad shoulders and narrow waist was always a distraction. His father also came in wearing a matching fleece lounging pajama. I was getting used to their synchronized attire. Again the resemblance was striking. They could never disown each other. The father was a nicely matured version of the son with some attractive chest hair and more defined pecs.

"David, you can have a little white wine. What's your poison Ryan? I'm having bourbon."

"Same, sir" I said enthusiastically. It's been a while since I have had good bourbon. We settled in with our drinks, me in a side chair and David with his father on the sofa.

"Ryan, before you get started there are three things we need to settle first," David's father said leaning back and putting his arm around David. "First, you can stop calling me sir. I think you have earned the right to call me Dave. Second, I don't know how we can repay you for what you have done. It would have taken us much longer to find Jason if at all without your help. I know it is your job, but you did impressive work. The third topic is a little more difficult. I know that David has come to be very fond of you."

"Awe Dad!" David protested blushing.

"I have watched you around him and I think you are also attracted to him," David's father said and my heart rate immediately went up.

"Sir, nothing has gone on between me and your son," I protested.

"I know that and I also know that you identify as a gay man although we don't use those kind of labels in this house," he continued.

"I don't know how you found that out, but it in no way effects my work!" I said quickly, shocked that my secret was revealed so casually.

"I'm afraid I am not making myself very clear," he apologized.

"David and I worked together very well while you were away. It was his idea to take Junior outside the gate that led to our first real clue, the mirror," I explained rushing on to change the subject. "My unit was able to recover a partial print. The criminal databases did not turn up any match, but fortunately security background checks record finger prints and we were able to match the print to Samantha. Of course, that was not conclusive because the mirror could have belonged to her and been stolen."

Both David and his father were listening intently. David had settled back comfortably against his father's bare chest and his father was absent mindedly stroking his son's upper torso. I tried not to notice but watching his hand flick over David's nipple was mesmerizing.

"We didn't connect the dots while doing the background profiles until we started digging into your competitors. I couldn't understand why you had not received any ransom demands unless they were getting what they wanted already. If the military de-certified your work, that would only benefit one of your competitors who could then take over or bid for the project. We uncovered that Samantha is the niece of one of the top execs of a major competitor. We then looked into the time of the marriage to Bryan which occurred after the project was awarded to you."

"You think the marriage was just for the purpose of sabotaging the project," the father asked. "That is hard to believe."

Those intense green eyes were staring straight at me, but his hand had wandered down and was stroking the outline of David's cock. From David's facial expression you would think he had not noticed. I was acutely aware that his father knew I was watching and was purposely judging my reaction. Was he trying to trap me into some kind of admission that I had molested his son?

"It may have been coincidence, but with the amount of money involved it is possible it was a marriage of convenience. That led us to start tracking both Samantha and Bryan, tap their phones and go through their financial and phone records. All legal of course."

The outline of David's cock was now easily visible through the soft material of his pajama. The stroking moved from his balls, slowly up the shaft and then teased the head of his circumcised cock. As his cock stretched longer the very top of it could be seen peeking out the top of his pajama bottom. The sight of it made my own cock jerk and I was in danger of exposure in the flimsy robe. All the while the father held my gaze as though daring me to comment on his actions with his son.

"It still did not give us the location where Jason was being held. But when you came back with those three target areas, we matched it up to properties owned by your competitor. That was why we needed to borrow your drone and Junior."

"Okay, I get why you used the drone. You didn't want to start breaking into multiple buildings without some idea that Jason was inside," the senior David deduced. "But why Junior?"

David's cock was now fully hard and the stroking had pulled down the top of his pajama exposing most of his cock to my view. From the expression on his face he was unabashedly enjoying the physical stimulation. He fidgeted a little in his seat, stretching out his long legs. I noticed one of his hands now rested on his father's crotch. I know I should have been freaked to think I was watching a father masturbate his teenage son in front of me. But I wasn't.

"We used the drone to get the ping from the passive tracking device in Jason's shoes. Fortunately, they kept his clothes. Once we had that it was just a matter of putting together a strike team and planning out the assault."

When his father pulled the pajama down David took the hint and slid them down his legs and threw them aside. I confess the sight of him fully naked caused enough reaction that one half of my robe slid off exposing one of my legs all the way up to my crotch. My hard on was still covered but just barely. I was still doing the staring thing with his father, but when the robe fell open I thought I saw a little bit of smile. Meanwhile David had shifted in his father's embrace enough that I saw more of his profile. His cock standing straight out from his body as his father continued to play with his cock and balls.

"We didn't have time to get blueprints or do extended surveillance. Kidnappers will sometimes keep their victim in an outbuilding or even buried under ground. We needed Junior to find Jason fast once we breached the building."

"That's really smart. Junior would be more familiar with Jason than even a trained search and rescue dog," the father added.

David made a small gasp. Although I couldn't actually see it I assumed his father was either teasing his ass or had actually inserted a finger into David's rectum. I could tell that daddy also was very turned on by now as his pajama was tented obscenely. I couldn't blame him since my own hard on was raging and I would either have to visibly adjust the robe or risk exposing myself.

"As soon as we got the door open Junior took off like an arrow. He went down the stairs so fast that we didn't have a chance to clear the first floor. We would never go into a limited access area like a basement without first making sure our exit was secure. But, we didn't have any choice. As it was, Junior chewed up one of the perpetrators pretty good before we were able to get to him. The rest you already know."

I wasn't going to be able to keep up this pretense for much longer. David was fully engaged in having his rectum massaged by his father's fingers and watching it was driving me crazy.

"That is great investigative work," dad said still looking at me intensely. "Now if you are as good an investigator, as I think you are, you will have figured out that we are trying to tell you something." I chuckled.

"Yes sir, I get that."

"We don't keep secrets in this house. We know your secret and now you know ours. As I said before David really likes you and I can see why," he said as his gaze checked out my chest where the robe had fallen open. I licked my lips, what do you say to something like that? "Now do I really have to demonstrate what to do?"

"No sir" I responded pulling my robe apart.

Now I had David's attention. He stared at my chest and my rock hard cock. His father gave him a little shove and a slap on the ass and David slid off the sofa onto his knees. Crawling over to my chair I was fascinated by the swing of his cock and balls between his legs. When he reached me, he didn't touch me with his hands, but used his mouth to capture my cock. The warm wet feel of his mouth and tongue was intoxicating. I could watch him suck it down all night long. With both hands I massaged his chest muscles and played with his nipples.

Dad now seemed to be content that he had things started. He loosened the drawstring on his pajama and let it fall so he could step out of it. Naked he headed off to refresh all of our drinks. A casual way of saying there is no hurry, we have all night. I had never had sex with a teenager and certainly not while his father looked on. It should have freaked me out, but instead I found it a turn on. Standing up I pulled David up with me. I shrugged out of the robe and pulled David into my arms and thoroughly kissed him. With the taste of him on my tongue I faced his father who was handing me a drink. He handed David another glass of wine and then kissed him just as thoroughly as I had. Wow! I couldn't fathom a parental relationship that included such intimacy but there was no doubt in my mind that David was completely happy with it.

With David still in his father's arms, I was fascinated with the shape of David's small ass. I ran my hand down his shapely back and gripped each of his ass cheeks in turn. David's father reached out and gripped my cock tentatively. Almost as if he expected me to object. I didn't. He laughed.

"Well David, is this what you had in mind?" his father asked playfully.

David looked at each of us, reached for his father's cock and then mine and said "You bet."

Now that I knew what the rules were I was getting into it. With David still playing with my cock I reached over and drew his father to me in a passionate kiss. It was a tossup as to which was hotter, the father or the son. While I turned my attention back to David again his father wandered off with his drink. Rummaging through a drawer he pulled out a thumb drive and inserted it into the side of big screen monitor mounted over the fireplace. A scenic view of a rustic cabin surrounded by woods came up on the screen. David's dad stretched out in front of the fireplace with his drink. David and I wandered over together and I stretched out across from his father. David got on his hands and knees and took his father's cock in his mouth. I was rewarded by getting to watch his tight little ass and to play with his cock and balls dangling seductively between his legs.

On the video two boys were playing with a ball in front of the cabin now. They were young, maybe nine or ten. Throwing the ball back and forth they were chasing each other and having a good time. On closer inspection they looked like twins, maybe not identical twins but obviously brothers.

With David's little ass so temptingly exposed, I knew I wanted to play with it. Spying some lotion on a nearby table I got some and lubed up my fingers. At first I just massaged his hole as he continued to suck on his father's big cock. As I forced my finger inside, the sphincter gripped it tight. There was no way David had been fucked very often with a hole that tight. He stopped sucking as I slowly pressed my finger in as far as it would go. I left the finger in place and David switched his attention to licking his father's balls. As his father spread his legs apart, David was intent on licking everything in between.

On the screen an older teenager had joined the two brothers. The volume was turned down so there was no way to know what they were saying but the result was that all three boys had removed their shirts. It looked like they were comparing their bodies, each of the two younger boys touching the older boy's chest.

I lubed my cock, got up on my knees and pressed against David's ass. Again David froze as the head of my cock pushed inside. His father shifted his position so that he could watch me as I fucked his son. I pressed further inside of David waiting to see if I was hurting him. His father reached over and felt where I was partially inside of his boy. He looked up at me.

"I have never watched before" he said. His fingers explored where my cock stretched his son's sphincter and then up between his son's legs to his balls and cock. He gripped David's privates and applied pressure, pulling down on them and stretching them out as I pushed further inside of him. David made whimpering sounds.

On the video the teenager had removed his pants and was showing each of the two younger boys his penis. He had a little hair around his privates but the rest of his body was very smooth. The boys showed the curiosity of adolescents as they tentatively touched it. After the brief exploration, all the boys took off their clothes chasing around the yard naked. As the teenager caught up with one of the boys they would fall on the ground wrestling with the other boy jumping on top in a big naked pile and then bounce back up and start all over again.

Holding David tight against my body I flipped over on my back with him still firmly impaled on my cock. This position interested his father who continued to stroke David while exploring where our two bodies met. As David began to fuck himself on me, his father's fingers wandered further down between my legs until he was massaging the same place I was abusing on his son. I suppose it was unusual for a gay guy, but I had never been penetrated before. I was very sensitive and the fingers were a turn on. David was fascinated with the video as he rode my cock.

The boys had stopped playing and one of them was lying on the ground while the teenager lay between his legs deep throating his little penis. The other boy was lying on the teen's back peering over his shoulder. When the little boy's penis got a little woody, the other boy just had to touch it, stroking it with his hand and even licking it with his tongue.

Still watching the video David pulled off of my cock and lay down beside me. I flipped over on my stomach and began licking and biting his nipple. I just couldn't get enough of his body. As I nipped at him he gave me little gasping sounds. I could tell he liked a little pain as his cock stayed completely hard. His father took the opportunity to press his big hard cock between my cheeks as I lay with my legs spread. The position would not let him get inside me too deep but it was enough that he got inside me. I made a noise somewhere between pain and pleasure. That got David's attention and he watched curiously as his father began rotating his hips so that his cock came completely out of me and then plunged back in. David imitated his father and felt where his dad's cock joined my ass. His fingers feeling their way between my legs to my balls, up his dad's cock circling his balls as they slapped my ass and then traveling back down to press two fingers inside of me whenever his father withdrew.

In the video the other boy who played with his brother's little penis now wanted his sucked. The teenage boy gladly obliged and now both of the little boys had hard little penises and they playfully stroked each other. This made the older boy hard and since he had a much bigger cock, the little boys had to also touch and stroke it. As the older boy lay on the ground the two little brothers lay on top of him, touching him and even licking at his hard cock. In turn he stroked their little penises and playfully pulled on their little balls.

To give more access I rolled over on my side and pulled one leg up. I expected his father to switch positions and continue but he didn't. Instead he pulled David down behind me and positioned his cock to enter my hole instead. I felt David's chest against my back and his cock pressed against the entrance and then slid inside. It was an unexpected turn on to have my teenage boy, as I now thought of him, with his cock deep inside me. I fucked myself on his cock as I felt his warm breath on my ear. His hand explored my chest, playing with my nipples as I had his.

The teen in the video positioned one of the brothers on his hands and knees straddling his body and licking at his hard cock. The teen spread the little boy's cheeks positioned in front of his face and pushed his tongue into the little boy. There was a look of surprise on his face and he looked back to see what was being done to him. The teen continued to tongue fuck the little ass while the other brother tried to see. The scene was as cute as it was erotic.

David's father came and lay down behind David. I could tell from David's reaction when his father first impaled him with his cock. David was now being fucked from both sides as I pushed and pulled him in and out of me and his father fucked him from behind. As our rhythm increased I could sense David was getting close. I wanted him to cum inside me as I stroked my own cock in time with my thrusts. David groaned and I felt his already hard cock surge as he thrust deep inside me and began to spurt hot cum. I was already close and as I pressed myself back against David's cock, I let go with my own orgasm. My sphincter clamped down on David's cock as my body spasmed releasing my load. Behind David I could hear his father announcing his own orgasm. As we rested:

In the video each of the little boys had experienced their first tongue fucking and were lying on the ground next to each other with their knees up and spread. Their little penises were still hard. The teen boy still sporting a big hard on was playing with their little bottoms spreading lotion on their little holes and teasing them with his finger. I was intrigued, wondering if the bigger boy would actually try to penetrate the little brothers.

Rolling over I pulled David into my arms, kissed him and pulled him over in front of me so that we could spoon as we watched the rest of the video. Snuggling together we enjoyed the warmth of the nearby fire and the drowsy feeling from the drinks and our recent orgasm.

The horny teen continued to play with the brothers until he successfully inserted a partial finger into each of them. They were intrigued and kept sitting up to watch the other brother take a finger. The teen then focused on one boy and began to stroke his little penis while finger fucking him. The boy who was left out watched closely while his brother was being stimulated. The teen stopped and seemed to be instructing him on how to play with his brother's nipples, showing him how to pinch and pull on them. He even guided the little guy's finger into his brother and showed him how to make it feel good by moving it in and out. Last he showed him how to kiss his brother on the mouth. Then getting back to his original purpose he soon had the little boy receiving his attention writhing on the ground as he milked his little penis and finger fucked him pressing inside of him further than before. His brother helped by licking, pinching and pulling on his nipples as he built up the pressure to something he had never experienced before. It was fascinating to watch as the boy jerked and gasped having his first dry orgasm.

The remaining brother seemed to be insisting that he do the same for his instructor. Pushing the older boy down he stroked his cock while trying to insert his finger into the older boy's ass. The older boy let him try, guiding his hand to stroke his cock more slowly and wincing when the finger at his ass wasn't positioned correctly. When it became obvious it wasn't going to work very well the older boy pulled his little student up on top of him and began rubbing his cock between the little guy's legs. He was fine with all that and even enjoyed having his little penis and ass lubed and massaged. As the teen's cock pressed against him trying to gain entrance he started to look worried. The teen was talking to him, stroking his little penis while applying pressure with his bigger one at the little boy's back door. A look of pain came over the little boy's face and you knew that cock had just slid in. His brother was now recovered and curious enough to join the fun. To return the favor, he pinched and pulled on his brother's nipples while his little penis was stroked and the cock probed his little ass. The boy's face alternated between pain and pleasure while he was stimulated front and back, as well as his little nipples. The teen was pumping a little harder now, building himself to a climax as he did the same for his rider. The boy on top went first; leaning back on his arms he thrust his penis against the hand stroking it. He shuddered several times, the side effect being that he impaled himself even deeper on the cock inside him. His dry orgasm seemed to take all the energy out of him. The older boy laid him down between his legs, got up on his knees over the little boy and with a few strokes spurt cum all over the little boy's body. The two little boys stared in fascination at the white substance spewing from the bigger boy's cock. The video stopped and so did we.

Chapter 7
Hasta que nos encontremos de nuevo

(until we meet again)

Morning came and the night before seemed like a dream, except the dream was still naked and snuggled up to me. I was scheduled to be back on base today. The case wasn't really over yet. It was likely the underlings would plea bargain and there would be a roundup of their superiors, the real perpetrators.

After a quick cup of coffee in the kitchen, I climbed the stairs to see Jason before I left. David was propped up on the bed next to his brother. I smiled at him and he grinned back. Jason was a mess, his eyes were still swollen shut and it was obvious he was in pain even with the pain killers they had given him.

"Hey little man" I greeted him, refraining from asking something stupid like how you feeling.

"My soldier," he grinned reaching out his good hand to me. "David told me you two, uh, you know."

"Jason!" David groaned.

"But I told him you are my soldier, not his. You saved me," he said matter of factly.

"I'm just sorry we could not have been a couple of hours sooner," I lamented.

"It's not your fault. If I had not been such a moron. Help me! I've fallen and I can't get up," he mimicked in high falsetto. "What idiot would fall for that old trick?"

"I'm your soldier but maybe you could share," I mediated.

"Yeah, I could share. I'm good at sharing," he grinned.

"Like when? You never share. But lucky for you I am good at sharing. I shared my dad so I guess I could share my soldier," David agreed.

"Hey, don't I get a say in this?"

"NO!" they both replied at once and then laughed.

"Oh, don't make me laugh. It hurts," Jason groaned.

"I have to go, but I have a favor to ask first," I said hesitantly.

"Sure man, anything," Jason immediately replied.

"I need to take some pictures of your injuries, as evidence."

"Okay, I guess if you saw those videos there isn't anything you haven't seen before," and with that he pulled back the covers. He was naked, since anything tight would have been unbearable against his body. His entire torso from his neck to his thighs had turned colors over night. The sight of it made me want to go out and shoot someone.

"Oh man, that's … I don't know what to say," and I really was at a loss for words.

"It's actually not so bad. Dad says I can have all the ice cream I want," and he grinned.

I took the pictures I needed and pulled the covers back. Holding his head in my hands I gave him a big kiss on the forehead.

"You are one brave little man." And with that I left.

***

David and his father met me at the front door.

"Hmm sir, do you think I could hitch a ride?" I asked.

"Here, take the SUV, there isn't anyone here who is going to be using it. That way you can come back whenever you want," David's father said throwing me the keys.

"You are coming back, aren't you?" David hesitantly inquired.

I put my hands on his shoulders. "Do you really need to ask?"

"I meant what I said about getting you transferred to my project. And when your tour is done, there is a place in the company for you," the senior David offered.

"I'd like that, very generous of you sir."

"And stop calling me sir," he said as he put out his hand to shake mine. I ignored the hand and grabbed him in a bear hug and then kissed him on the lips.

"Yes sir!" I said and then grinned.

"I don't think you should be kissing your future boss on the mouth," he teased as he wandered off into the kitchen to give us some privacy.

"I will be back as soon as this case is wrapped up and I get some leave time," I said to David putting my arm around his shoulder.

"You better mister!" David said and then we shared a long passionate kiss. "You're my soldier."

"And you're my boy," I whispered.

The End