Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

 Chapter 22


Tuesday morning Doug arrived at the Oaks pool
accompanied by Marc, period. Buck and Peter flew into
New York for the day with Dylan on his newly leased
helicopter. Buck rode with Doug in the Mercedes as far
as Wilcott's. Buck's temporary bodyguard, Tom,
politely got out of the car to wait for Buck near the
chopper. Their leave taking in the back of the car
quickly got passionate, until they realized Doug's
driver and temporary bodyguard, David, was watching
them in the rear view mirror. When Buck finally was
able to separate himself from Doug and left on the run
for the idling helicopter, Marc climbed in, dropped
all his photography shit on the carpet and immediately
put his hand on the swollen warm area of Doug's shorts
where Buck's was just seconds before. David's eyes
touched Doug's in the mirror. He grinned and winked
before he raised the partition separating himself from
his passengers.

David was new, in his mid-twenties and good to look
at, but straight enough to be engaged to be married in
a few months. George hired him away from the New York
Police force, where as a rookie on his first foot
patrol in the company of an older experienced beat
cop, they stumbled on an armed robbery in progress at
a liquor store. David drew his new nine millimeter
semi-automatic and fired two rounds without first
making the alleged felons aware of his presence. Both
were painfully accurate headshots. After wading
through a small amount of blood and a large quantity
of brain matter and bone fragments, the older cop
discovered that only one would be robber was armed,
and his weapon of choice was only a kitchen paring
knife.

The older policeman quickly produced a `Saturday Night
Special', a cheap nickel-plated twenty-five-caliber
revolver from a holster velcroed around one ankle.
Unfortunately, in the aftermath, he didn't have time
to place it in the second felon's hand before a squad
car arrived, so he just dropped it nearby. The lack of
felonious fingerprints raised questions about the
justification for the shoot by Internal Affairs.
George hired David while he was on paid leave pending
the outcome of the shooting investigation, then
utilized a bit of Trenton influence to have the
shootings declared justified, and the case closed.

"Boy I sure miss the twins already." Marc said to
change the unspoken subject, after Doug removed his
hand from his shorts for the third time. "You two
mother fuckers shouldn't ever keep secrets like that
from the rest of us again," he giggled. "Patrick," he
looked around the car, "hey where is Patrick?"

"He thought he should pay a surprise visit to Somerset
Farm today. Remember he still works there. He's with
us because he's on vacation for the summer. He still
has to resign too; rather he's telling Mrs. Gibbs that
he's retiring. He's been there long enough to collect
his pension."

"Oh. You know I thought he'd stay out in California
with the twins, he kind of thinks of them as his
sons," Marc giggled. "At least when they aren't in
bed."

Doug laughed and nodded, "Yup, but he thinks that way
about all of us and he's still got responsibilities
here yet. The twins will be back when school starts."

"Just the two of us today, and your father. I'm used
to having a mob scene around. This is strange. Pete
thought he should go home to visit his parents and
take them the case of wine that Don Thomas gave him.
Dad cracked a bottle open last night at dinner. Now he
wants to order more since he can get it directly from
the winery."

"Yeah well that stuff is twenty years old it should be
good if you like wine. I brought my case along too, to
give to Dad. He likes the shit, wine I mean, so he
should like Don Thomas's. Estate bottled is supposed
to be the best even if it is from California, but you
couldn't prove it by me."

Marc agreed, "Well if price is an indicator, Dad said
that just one fucking bottle of what they gave us
would cost around seventy-five bucks, if you could
find that year in a wine shop. And they gave us each a
case and sent ten cases, some even better, to Bucky as
a thank you for digging up the dirt on the twins'
father."

Doug giggled. "They were flying down to LA today to
start shit happening in the courts, then Don Thomas,
the twins and three or four heavies from Bucky's
security company office out there were going to pay a
call on the unlucky mother fucker. Wow, I sure
wouldn't want to be in his fucking shoes when he
answers the door. Toby said that the only thing he
ever did for them was to provide one lucky sperm. I
guess he was an all right guy when their mother was
alive though, but getting himself pussy whipped when
he remarried sure changed all that."

While Doug talked, Marc opened a small portfolio and
handed it to Doug. "These are the pictures we're using
for your first article, and the copy Dylan wrote to go
with it. These are just copies for you. Dylan already
sent this stuff to his teenie bopper magazine people
in LA. You and Paul will be famous by this time next
month."

Marc stopped talking and started laughing as Doug's
frown deepened into an expression of horror. "You
can't put any of these in any magazine!" He held one
up and waved it under Marc's nose. "Look at me, I'm
naked, well almost, and I look like I have a hardon."
Doug shook his head in finality, "Nope, not, no way,
nada, are you printing ANY of these."

"Oh yes we are. It's a done deal." Marc insisted
through giggles. "Get ready for three million girls to
come banging on Trenton Hall's gates when they see
these. Especially when they read that you say in your
interview that you don't have a steady girl." Marc
handed Doug a photo. "Just look at this one. Pete took
it. Remember when he knocked Patrick ass over tea
kettle into the pool last week?"

The picture was a profile. Doug's Speedo suit, always
two sizes too small was barely able to contain his
cock pasted up against his abdomen as he leaned back
to stretch his lithe, but muscular freckled body. Doug
studied the shot and sputtered, "But, but," before he
was inspired, "But you can't print any of these until
I sign off on them, and that's never going to happen."

Marc looked down his nose smugly, "One of the benefits
of having a smart lawyer for a father is free advise.
We already have a signed model release. You can't sign
shit, you're a minor, remember?"

"When did you have time to get my father to sign
anything?"

"Never, because we didn't need to." Marc laughed
harder as Doug's frown deepened. "We fucked you,
figuratively in this case of course. We got your
guardian to sign. Bucky is your guardian dumb ass,
remember? Dylan showed him this stuff this weekend. So
ha, ha mother fucker, you get immortalized whether you
like it or not."

Doug flopped back and moaned. "Okay, I give up." Then
as he got used to the idea of seeing his pictures in a
magazine, he grinned. "You remember last Friday
afternoon when I was worried shitless about you just
hanging my picture on your wall in the bunk house?
Then your mother caught me naked? So I guess I'll get
used to these."

Marc grinned, "About that wall of yours. You haven't
been over for awhile have you? You should visit more,
you really should. Your honeymoon with Buck should be
about over and we're all over due for an orgy. Oh,
your wall is nearly full up already."

"It is? How'd you manage that so quickly?"

Marc shrugged. "Simple. I have a neighbor with a big
fucking helicopter, and the lab that does the big
enlargements just happens to be in the city. I've been
getting one-day service. In on the morning run and
back finished at night. Dad pays a premium for the
service, but won't know that until the bill arrives."
Marc laughed and added, "I may have to bunk with you
guys until he cools down, so don't be surprised if I
show up suddenly."

They met Doug's father in the parking lot as he was
just climbing out of his SUV. Doug jumped out and ran
to him. They hugged. The spontaneous greeting
surprised father and son both. Then he guided his
father to the limo's trunk and presented him with the
case of wine from Toby and Terry as a thank you for
coaching them. David offered to transfer the wood box
to Bill's truck after Doug introduced them, but Bill
politely refused. He moved the box himself, treating
it like it was packed with nitroglycerin after he
recognized the brand.

"Those boys own THIS winery?" Bill asked for the
second time when he looked at the box. "This is one of
the premiere estate wines in the country. The wine
shop keeps it under lock and key when they do get any
in to sell, and then they call to ask if I'd like to
reserve a bottle. Have you got their phone number?
I'll call to thank them as soon as I get home."

Doug nodded and giggled. "Buck is my phone book. He's
got a photographic memory. Can you and Mom come over
for dinner tonight? You can ask him then. Becky,
Buck's mom got home this weekend and she wants to meet
you two. She's a junk collector just like Mom. Right
now there's five moving vans lined up on the driveway
waiting to unload stuff she bought in Europe. She's
got everyone in the house helping, even Bucky. Joe and
Will sneaked out before dawn this morning for a
business trip so she wouldn't catch them, and we ate
breakfast in our apartment with Bucky for the same
reason. He was in there hiding from her." Doug opened
the door to the pool and looked back to see David
watching them while he leaned on the car. "Come on
David," he called. "We'll be a couple of hours. You
may as well relax inside."

David hurried to catch up. "Thanks Doug. It's hot
already. When I'm with Bucky and we're out somewhere,
I usually get to do some serious car leaning, since
I'm new. In fact I was delighted to get out of the
house today. Yesterday was a bitch. Bucky and I
sweated our asses off. Mrs. Trenton was everywhere,
there was no place to hide from her." He grinned, "And
believe me, Bucky tried. Napoleon couldn't hold a
candle to her when it comes to commanding her troops
of moving men."

Doug laughed and stripped, then dropped into the
water. Marc joined him and when they surfaced, asked,
"Want me to pace you today since there's no one
around?"

"Yeah great," he giggled, leaning with his forearms on
the deck. "You need some serious exercise. You're
getting too fat. You better take up some kind of sport
before the only way you can see your jamoke is in a
mirror." Doug challenged.

"FAT? I'll show you fat. I may not be able to beat
you, but you'll know you've been raced mother fucker."
Marc pulled himself to the deck and shook himself,
getting ready to start doing some warm up laps with
Doug which both knew would end up being a balls out
race.

Doug joined him, and saw David just getting
comfortable on a bench and leaning back against the
wall. "Come on David, join us. You can guard my ass a
lot better if it's out in front of you in a few
races." He saw David hesitate as if he wanted to, but
didn't know if he should, so he added, "Of course you
are a lot older than us, and you're probably all sore
from doing all that furniture moving yesterday. We'll
even let you win once to make you feel better." He
twisted the `old' knife like he and Buck did with Joe
and Will. It worked.

David stood up, pulling off his shirt at the same
time. The boys and Bill all blinked when he unclipped
a black nylon holster containing his weapon from the
waistband of his shorts hidden in the small of his
back, then cover it carefully with his shirt. Then he
paused to blush before he dropped his shorts and
kicked off his deck shoes. He sucked in a lung full of
air and posed for them before he joined them at the
edge of the pool.

Marc whistled appreciatively, "Decent!" He grinned
lecherously, "For an old guy," he added, having fun.
He looked at his camera sitting on a bench.

David laughed. "Look all you want. I'm straight." He
followed Marc's eyes to the camera and shrugged. "My
girl friend might like a picture if you want to take
some later. Right now this OLD man has some swimming
lessons to teach to a couple of punks."

Bill laughed, enjoying the by play. He looked at
David's body. "Look out Doug, he's a ringer. It looks
to me like you've spent some time in a pool," he
stated, not asked.

David nodded and grinned, "In college, I did all
right. But I'm so old now I kind of wonder if I
remember how."

"OKAY!" Doug laughed and mounted a starting platform.
"Let's find out." He looked at his father. "This is
going to be fun!"

Bill raised the starting gun and checked the wall
timer to be sure that it was zeroed out. David and
Marc stepped up to their lanes. "One hundred meters,
freestyle," he announced and started the race. Bill
smiled when Doug turned first and increased his lead
slightly, but was surprised at how close both Marc and
David were behind him. Bill's attention was diverted
momentarily by a flash of sunlight when the outside
door opened. A man wearing a gray jump suit walked in
carrying a broom. He looked at the pool and swimmers
briefly from behind a pair of sunglasses, the kind
that people with eye problems wore, with very wide
earpieces, like blinders. He disappeared into the
locker room. Bill shook his head thinking that a mop
to clean a wet tile floor would be more useful and
effective, before he bent down close to the water to
watch Doug's turn and kick off.

Doug won the race, but David was only two seconds
behind him, while Marc was only a second further back.
Bill congratulated them all but concentrated on Marc,
encouraging him to join Doug in swimming
competitively, because he was just naturally good.
David pulled himself from the water and sat on the
edge watching Doug doing a lazy butterfly up the pool
and back before he joined David.

Marc watched Doug with a frown. "What was that extra
lap all about?"

Doug shrugged, "I was just cooling down. Want to go
again?" He stood up, grinning at Marc, looking
hopeful.

"You're a fucking fruitcake. Who cools down in a pool
by swimming extra laps? The least you could do is
breathe just a little harder. It would make me feel
better."

I'm a fruit maybe, but not a cake. You're an out of
shape pussy. Look at Dave, he's old but he's not
panting like you. Why don't you take a nap for ten
minutes? We'll wait for you to get rested up." Doug
giggled as Marc sputtered. Doug started walking toward
the locker room door. "I have to take a leak, I'll be
right back," he said over his shoulder.

Bill, David and Marc talked quietly while Marc got his
camera and took some shots of David. Upper bodies
only, as David requested and only one candid `mistake'
when David wasn't looking. When Marc exhausted a roll
of film he went to his camera case to change rolls and
wondered what was keeping Doug so long in the
bathroom. He left his camera and pushed open the
locker room door. "Hey asshole! Did you fall asleep in
there? I already finished my nap. Let's go!"

He walked in when he didn't get any answer. He looked
in the toilet area, in the shower room then walked
around all the lockers. Then in the back of the room
he saw a broom and a roll of duct tape on the floor by
the fire exit. The door was ajar, letting in a sliver
of sunlight. "DAVID! BILL! GET IN HERE!" He shouted
repeatedly as loudly as he could until they joined
him. He pointed at the duct tape and the open door
with tears in his eyes. "Something's happened, someone
took him. They had to. He wouldn't fuck around like
this. Hide maybe, but never go outside, not naked, and
never during a practice."

Bill's heart stopped when he saw the broom. David
pushed the door open with one finger on the edge of
the panic bar and looked out. There was nothing to see
except stripes in the lawn caused by car tires.
Someone drove over the lawn twice, once up close to
the door and once away from it. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He
mumbled while he turned and ran back to the pool area,
his clothing and his cellphone in his shorts pocket.

Bill joined him wearing a gray face. "A guy came in
just after the race started and went into the locker
room. I thought he was a janitor. He was carrying that
fucking broom. I thought it was strange, the broom I
mean, and he needed a mop. Goddamnit Dave, why would
anyone want to take my son?"

David didn't answer Bill because there was no
immediate answer. "Come on George answer your fucking
phone," he said to himself impatiently, and attempted
to save time by pulling up his shorts with one hand
unsuccessfully. Marc told him to stand still and got
behind him to help. He got them up and buttoned the
waist button.

George answered. "George! This is David. I was
covering Doug today; we're at the Oaks pool. He went
into the locker room and someone snatched him out the
back fire door. There's tire tracks in the lawn, wide,
a truck or van. He's been gone ten minutes, max. There
are country roads all around here. I'm going to take
the car and see if I can spot something." David looked
up to see Bill thumping his chest. He nodded. "Bill
Henderson is here, he'll start looking too."

Marc pulled on his shorts then grabbed his shirt and
camera. David stepped into his deck shoes while he
talked with George, then pointed at his weapon and
shirt, Marc collected those too. The three of them
trotted to the parking lot together, with David still
connected to George.

Bill had time to get in the driver's seat of his SUV
before David called him excitedly over to the limo.
There was a legal size envelope tucked under the
windshield wiper. David handed his phone to Marc and
carefully opened the unsealed envelope and slipped out
the contents; a single sheet of paper. He unfolded it,
handling it by the edges and corners and laid it out
on the hood. The printed message was simple and
chilling:

BUCKY
TEN MILLION BUYS YOU YOUR SON BACK UNHARMED. TRY TO
FIND US AND HE DIES. DO NOT FOLLOW US. WE WILL CONTACT
YOU. WAIT AT THE HOUSE TONIGHT.

"The stupid mother fuckers snatched the wrong guy!
They think they have Buck." Marc shouted into David's
phone and at David and Bill.

David nodded and reclaimed his phone. "Bring out a
forensics kit if you have one," he told George.

Bill turned gray and leaned heavily on the side of the
car. "You think they're going to kill him?" He
whispered. "No, there's no point. I'll pay them. You
won't need forensics. I'll pay them. PLEASE do as they
say." His knees buckled while he begged David.

Marc grabbed Bill's arm and supported him. Bill pulled
Marc against his chest and hugged him. He buried his
face in Marc's shoulder and cried while he kept
repeating, "No forensics," very softly.

David put his phone down when he suddenly realized
what upset Bill so much about the word. "Hey, no,
forensics is like a fingerprint kit, stuff like that.
We need to look for clues, evidence; anything that
will help identify who ever did this. It has nothing
to do with anyone being dead. Doug's alive and well
just uncomfortable probably. He's immobilized, maybe
drugged. They won't hurt him, they need him to prove
that he's alive." David opened the rear door and
motioned Marc to help Bill in and sit down. "A chopper
is on its way here to pick us up and drop some guys
off to look this place over. There's got to be
fingerprints all over the place. The broom, the roll
of tape, the door. Assholes that still think they can
get away with something like this are stupid beyond
belief. They almost always have records. They always
look for easy money. They work their way up doing
bigger and bigger shit. I mean crimes. They never
learn because they stay dumb."

Marc agreed as he handed out bottles of water he got
out of the car's little refrigerator. "Yeah Bill, they
already fucked up by getting the wrong guy. If I
walked in there to take a leak, they would have nabbed
me. The dumb mother fuckers obviously don't even know
what Buck looks like." He smiled encouragement, "That
he's a shrimp. They are stupid. We'll find him and
them."



Doug stood in front of the urinal with his fists on
his hips. He didn't need to point his cock. It was
always pointed, out and slightly down, a perfect angle
for taking a leak in a urinal. He was well out of
splash range. Suddenly, someone covered his eyes. He
thought it was Marc, fucking around with him, until
the hands went away and he still couldn't see. He
started to raise his hands to his eyes and turn to ask
Marc what the game was, when a hand covered his mouth,
and others grabbed his wrists and forced his arms
behind his back. He realized that his eyes and mouth
were covered with tape when he heard the distinctive
sound of tape being unrolled, this time around his
wrists. He was immobilized in just a few seconds.

"Don't struggle and you won't get hurt." A male voice
told him. Two sets of hands took hold of his upper
arms and turned him, then forced him to walk. He left
air-conditioning, felt heat and humidity and the
warmth of sunlight. He was outside. He took a few
steps before same voice, more urgent instructed;
"You're getting in the back of a van. Step up, then
lay down."

Lying down was no problem because he fell forward on
his face. He felt and heard the tape joining his
ankles together. The doors slammed near his feet, and
then the van rocked slightly when his captors climbed
in the front. Their doors slammed. The engine started.
They moved slowly at first, then increased speed, but
not very fast on the campus roads. Doug knew they
would have to stop at the gate. Getting on to the
school grounds was easy, but leaving he hoped, would
be another matter. There was a chance that an
ambitious gate guard would look into the van and see
him.

The driver stopped briefly. Doug heard someone say
something about a leaky pipe at the pool being fixed.
They started forward again and gained speed on the
public roads. He guessed they drove for half an hour.
They stopped and started a few times. He assumed there
were stop signs, red lights and maybe they waited for
traffic to make left turns. He knew they had arrived
at wherever they were taking him when the van's engine
died and an overhead garage door rolled down with its
distinctive whirring, rumbling and clicks. The van
doors opened at his feet. Someone grabbed his ankles
and pulled him back, then moved up to his knees to
surround his legs. Other arms wrapped themselves
around his chest. Suddenly he was being carried, not
far then dropped or tossed. Doug landed and bounced.
He realized he was on a bed.

The voice that warned him earlier spoke again. "He's
taller than we were told, he must have grown."

"Yeah but he was the only blond in there. Man that was
easy. After we get paid for this one we'll have to
find another one with a rich daddy."

"Let's just get our money for this one first. Now kid,
were goin' to take the tape off your mouth, but you
just keep it closed. If you start hollerin' or whinin'
about goin' free, it goes back on and stays on."

The tape was torn free of Doug's mouth. "You
understand what I'm sayin'? You can answer questions,
but only questions. Don't ask none."

Doug worked his jaw and took a deep breath through his
mouth. "Yes Sir," he said quietly.

"Good boy. Now we're goin' to take the tape off your
legs and your wrists, but not off your eyes. Once
you're free to move around, if you even think of
messin' with your eyes and you see one of us
accidental like, then I'm afraid we won't be able to
let you go after. You understand what I'm sayin' and
you promise not to try to get a look at us?"

Doug nodded emphatically and answered, "Yes Sir, I
promise. I want to get out of this alive."

"Smart boy. We were told you were smart. Hold still
now while we cut you loose."

Doug rubbed his wrists thankfully, then suddenly
winced and mourned the loss of his precious leg hairs
when the tape was peeled off his ankles. He decided it
was worth it to be free of the tape.

The boss man spoke again. "The reason I'm lettin' you
this loose is you can't get out of this room anyway,
and there's a bathroom about four steps to the right
of the bed and I ain't gonna wipe your ass for you
after you shit. This is goin' to take a couple of days
while your old man gets our money together and gives
it to us, plus you can feed yourself too. Me and Buddy
here, which ain't his name by the way, will be real
nice to you as long as you do everything you're told.
Is all this crystal clear to you Bucky boy?"

Doug's head lifted when the boss man called him Bucky.
It was the first time he felt really afraid because he
realized his captors thought they kidnapped Buck. He
tried not to think about what they might do if or when
they discovered their mistake. "Yes Sir." He hoped he
sounded compliant and defeated. He wished he could act
like Buck or Dylan, and was glad that he was told to
remain silent.

"Okay then, I got things to do. Buddy will take good
care of you and get you some lunch while I'm gone.
Just behave, do every little thing you're told and
we'll get along."

Doug heard the door close and receding footsteps. The
garage door opened then closed after the van left.
Doug knew Buddy was still in the room with him and
apparently listening too as the boss left them.

"Well now Bucky Boy, I guess I need to check you out
real careful." Buddy giggled, "You ever been in jail?
No, of course you ain't, but we know you got a
boyfriend, so that makes you a fag. You probably gonna
just love what they call a cavity search, but first I
think I oughta kinda make sure you ain't got no
disease. My cellmate showed me how. It don't hurt
none, so don't worry. Now I want you to lay real still
on your back and maybe stretch your arms out straight
to the side of the bed."

Doug hesitated in moving his arms. He was already
lying on his back. Buddy grabbed his cock and balls
together and lifted. "DO IT!" He ordered harshly. Doug
complied quickly and arched his body in an effort to
relieve the weight of his body hanging below his cock.

Buddy let him go. "That's better. Wow it's hot in
here. I better take off these damn coveralls first."
Doug heard soft shuffling and Buddy's movements as he
stripped. Then Buddy's weight joined him on the bed.
One of his hands ran slowly over Doug's body and ended
by encircling his cock. Doug's cock responded by
growing into a full erection.

"Holy shit! You sure got you a man sized cock already
and you ain't done growin' yet." Buddy jerked him
lovingly in silence until Doug felt himself pumping
cum. The first knurdle landed on his chest. Buddy
released him. Then Doug felt Buddy's warm breath on
his chest when he leaned in close.

Doug wondered if he was just looking or maybe sniffing
the thick drop, or both. He decided that Buddy must be
myopic if he needed to get that close. "It looks okay
to me. I better get a wet wash cloth to clean you up
some before it starts runnin'."

Buddy got off the bed. Doug heard water running. Then
Buddy was back. Doug felt the coolness of a damp cloth
on the side of his chest where he didn't think any cum
landed, and with it, a warm wetness caused by Buddy's
tongue where Doug thought the droplets actually were.
Doug bit his lip to keep himself from smiling, amused
by the pointless polite fiction that it was the wash
cloth cleaning him, not Buddy licking his chest,
abdomen or particularly his belly button where a small
pool collected. The action caused Doug to harden again
and he felt his cock head pushing at Buddy's cheek as
it attempted to grow past the obstruction caused by
Buddy's tongue boring into Doug's navel. Buddy turned
his head opened his mouth wide and allowed it to grow
into his throat. Then Buddy milked the big cock to get
the last drops.

"That was great, thanks." Doug whispered. He knew he
was violating the, speak only when spoken to rule, but
wondered if a compliment might gain him an ally.

Buddy moved quickly until his body covered Doug's.
Doug was surprised that Buddy wasn't heavy. He was
heavier than Buck but lighter than any of the other
guys. Buddy's tongue parted Doug's lips and dove into
his mouth. He pulled away half an inch. "You ever tell
my brother we did this an' you're dead meat." He
warned in a whisper before he reattached his lips to
Doug's. Doug kissed him back to reassure him. Doug was
delighted. Buddy was joining him in a secret, perhaps
a conspiracy. Doug was also pleased with the knowledge
that his captors were brothers. Buddy was probably the
younger brother.

Doug spread his legs when Buddy began to dry hump him
while they kissed. When Doug had a chance he whispered
again, "Don't worry, I won't tell." He lifted his legs
without being told to further cement their growing
relationship.

Buddy lifted his hips and started poking Doug's crotch
blindly. He giggled softly, "You want this, you could
help you know." Until then Doug carefully kept his
arms stretched out. With permission, Doug guided
Buddy, then wrapped his arms around a warm smooth back
and pulled Buddy in tighter. Buddy buried his head in
Doug's shoulder and neck and started thrusting himself
with all the energy that Marc used. Doug smiled
openly. He'd made friends with one of them and it was
time to think of ways to use the friendship to free
him.


Bucky sat in his study behind his desk. George, Joe,
Will and David sat in chairs facing him. Buck
alternately paced the room and threw himself on the
sofa where Patrick sat quietly, to fidget for a few
seconds before he jumped up and paced again.

Will frowned at Buck as he stomped by. "Buck if you
don't light somewhere I'm going to deck you. We're
doing everything we can, we'll get him back, it just
takes time."

Bucky agreed and pointed to the cushion next to
Patrick. "SIT! NOW!" He ordered, "Or go to bed. You
and your army camped in your apartment are driving us
nuts. The money is ready to go. We just can't do
anything until they contact us. These ass holes are
independent. They aren't apart of any organization I
know of, or any that the organizations know of that I
don't." Bucky softened his tone as his son walked up
to him and leaned on his shoulder.

Buck picked up a copy of the first and only note and
scanned it again. "I know Dad. I know." Buck frowned
and looked at the men. "Did anyone check on everyone
here in the house? Maybe it's someone who works here."

George shook his head. "We check backgrounds of
everyone before they're hired. Everyone's clean no
records except traffic tickets, shit like that."

Buck sent the note sailing over the desk. "Oh yeah?
Well you better check again. Look at the greeting. ARE
YOU ALL DENSE? BUCKY! It says Bucky not Buck. Dad was
always Buck to everyone until last weekend when we
switched for the guys and me because I didn't like
being called Bucky. The fucking kidnappers must have
known we switched nicknames LAST WEEKEND! It's just
got to be someone close."

There was a brief mad scramble to pick up the paper
from where it landed, even though everyone in the room
had the note memorized. George got to it first. He
looked up from the paper, grinned at Buck first, then
frowned. "You're right kid. Shit. Something we don't
do is check whole families. We just look at the
employee," he turned and lifted Bucky out of his desk
chair and replaced him. "Excuse me Boss, I need your
`puter." Then without looking up from the flashing
screen, he ordered, "Laptops boys, start digging. Damn
I wish you had a smaller payroll," he mumbled to Bucky
without looking up.

Bucky grinned at his son with pride, then picked up
the phone and called the kitchen. "Send Jenny up with
coffee and sandwiches." His smile faded. "What do you
mean she's sick? Fuck sick! Call her in her room. Get
her down there and tell her to move her ass. She can
be sick after this is over." He listened for a moment
and his expression grew ominous but his voice didn't
betray his thoughts. "Oh, okay, well send someone else
then." He dropped the phone in its cradle and squeezed
George's shoulder. "Start with Jenny. She said she was
sick early this afternoon before we got back here, but
she left the property." He looked at Buck. "You said
she was screwing all the guys in the house, is that
true?

Buck shrugged, "Some, most, I don't know, but she's a
screamer just like Mom. She was busy every night at
the old house. I don't know about here."

Bucky's gaze switched to David; his eyebrow shot up in
question. David nodded, "She made it plain that she
wanted to the day I moved in, but there hasn't been
time or the opportunity since I'm engaged. I'm getting
what I can handle. Sorry. But that would kind of
explain why they went ahead and nabbed Doug. Tom is
married and doesn't live here. He was with Buck today
in the city. Buck and Doug left in the same car
together so she must have assumed it was a regular day
at the Oaks pool if she's the one."

Joe looked up from Will's screen. "Yeah and these boys
obviously didn't have a picture, it would be hard to
get one without raising questions, just a physical
description. David's not a kid and has dark brown
hair. Marc's is light brown. Doug's is really red, but
it's so bleached out it looks blond, even his pubes.
They must have just discounted his height.

George stopped all conjecture. "YES! YES AND YES!" He
chortled. "The bitch has two brothers, one older. The
younger one Oswaldo, nicknamed Buddy for obvious
reasons, is wanted for violation of parole. Armed
robbery, first offense, served four years of a seven
to ten sentence. Age, now twenty-two. Height, five-
seven, weight, one-forty, brown hair, blue eyes." He
recited, as the printer stuttered. "Picture on its
way."

Buck beat his father the three steps to the printer
and returned the picture to the desk. "He looks like
Jenny," he said dully and passed it around.

"Good looking dude," Joe commented. Will nodded his
agreement.

"He won't be when I get done with him." Buck answered
quietly.

"You?" His father asked with a raised eyebrow.

Buck shrugged, "You can have it done as long as I can
watch and it's messy. Call someone in. They'll go back
and spread the word that it's unwise to mess with the
Trenton's or their friends. Jenny too. Especially her,
she betrayed our trust. She's been living with us just
watching and waiting to snatch me all this time."

"Here comes the other brother." George announced.
"Goddamn, his rap sheet goes on forever. Okay she left
the estate. Does she own a car?" He asked the room.

"Yeah a new red Honda Civic." Joe answered.

"I'll just check with DMV for a plate number." George
said to no one as his fingers flashed over the
keyboard.

Buck watched closely. His eyes widened when the
information appeared. He remained silent, but
hurriedly collected the pictures of Jenny's brothers.
"I'll take these down the hall to Bill, maybe he'll
recognize one of them as the guy with the broom. The
Doctor gave he and Martha both sedatives, but I bet
he's awake."

Bucky rubbed his son's back. "Good idea, then you go
to bed. I promise to call you when they contact us."

Buck manufactured a long drawn out yawn. "Okay, I'll
see you in the morning. We can go out looking for the
car if she doesn't come back by then."

After Buck closed the study door softly, he started
running for his apartment. He was stopped fifty feet
down the hall when David called out to him. "Hey wait
up!" He trotted to where Buck stopped to frown back at
him. David grinned at him. "What did you see on that
DMV screen that George didn't? I saw your reaction,
but you covered it up pretty good."

"Nothing." Buck answered innocently.

"No huh? Well its your house and I know its easy to
get lost, but you just passed the room where the
Henderson's are staying, and you seem to be in an
awful big hurry to get to bed. Come on, I'm the one
who lost Doug. I should have been with him. I
shouldn't have been in the pool with him. If I was
doing my job, I should have nailed the asshole with
the broom when he walked in. Doug's a great guy,
really nice, and I want to get him back as badly as
you." David waited.

Buck decided to trust him. "I know where Doug is!" He
said excitedly. "I know! The address was different;
she registered her car at an address in a little town
half way between the Oaks and our old house. That's
got to be where they're keeping him or at least where
she might be and I'm going to get the guys and go over
there and get Doug. You want to come along? You're a
professional, we could use your help." Buck reached
behind David's back and patted his gun lovingly as
they walked together to the apartment. "I heard about
you being a crack shot."

"Yeah well, I was new and maybe too enthusiastic. If I
go with you without telling them I'll get fired and I
like this job," David protested lamely.

"We're going and we'll be gone by the time you get
loose after we tie you up if you refuse." Buck opened
his door. "There're enough of us to do it too." All
the guys jumped up and surrounded them looking
hopeful. "Besides if we go alone and I get hurt, or
one of these guys, my Dad will break your balls before
he fires you, if your body is ever found. In case you
haven't noticed he can be a nasty fucker when he gets
riled. Please?" Buck begged. "You can call them from
the car before we get there, I just want to be first."

David cupped his balls through his shorts. "I guess
you and my nuts win. Let's go, your car is parked
under the portico."


Buddy had just mounted Doug for the second time when
the bedroom door opened. A woman screeched and Doug
heard thumps probably hitting Buddy's back with
something from the way he flinched and drove himself
deeper into Doug's ass after each thud. "You dumb
useless bastard!" The woman screamed. "You're fucking
ten million dollars. You were supposed to watch him
not fuck him. I suppose you learned that in prison?
Get off him now! Where's your bro." she started to say
brother and changed it quickly, "your partner?" She
punctuated each sentence with a thump.

"OW! Goddamnit, lay off!" Buddy rolled off Doug and
stood up covering himself with his hands. "I wasn't
hurtin' the kid none, just havin' a little fun. That
fuckin' high heel hurts."

"You fool! Don't you understand that his father might
just forget the ten million if he gets his kid back
UNHARMED in ANY way? But no, you had to rape him, a
defenseless minor, a kid, his SON!"

Buddy defended himself. "I didn't rape him, he's queer
and he likes it. He told me I was the best ever."

"Idiot! I'd even tell you, you were the biggest too if
I thought I could use you to get away."

Doug had the uncomfortable feeling that the woman's
eyes were on him. She was staring at him. He heard her
moan, "Oh no! You got the wrong kid! I'm amazed that
you two weren't born in jail AND dropped on your
heads, you're both so stupid. This is Doug Henderson
not Buck Trenton."

Doug cocked his head, listening to the woman's voice
carefully after she stopped screaming. He'd heard her
voice before somewhere, he just couldn't match it to
when, where or who the owner was.

Buddy interrupted his thoughts, "Ain't you Buck? You
were the only blond kid in there. Why didn't you tell
me?" Buddy's tone indicated that his feelings were
hurt. Doug almost burst out laughing with the woman.

"He was probably afraid of what you'd do to him,
and/or you wouldn't believe him anyway. Am I right
Doug?"

"Yes Ma'am, both," Doug whispered. He was truly afraid
of the woman, the apparent brains behind his
kidnapping, rather Buck's. He sat up, pulled his legs
up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs.
"My dad will pay you if you give him some time. We
aren't really in Bucky's league when it comes to money
but I'm sure he has a lot more than ten million. Bucky
might pay you, or Buck would too, if Bucky lets him
take it from a trust."

Buddy ignored the opening negotiations. "But he was
the only blond," he persisted.

Jenny stamped her foot. "Goddamn you, I told you Buck
was five feet two inches tall not five ten."

"He could have grown some."

"EIGHT INCHES IN ONE MONTH?" Jenny screamed in total
frustration, "I gave you his description four weeks
ago." She said in a normal but defeated tone.

Doug suddenly recognized her voice from Trenton Hall's
dinning room. The woman was Jenny, the maid. A cold
chill crept up Doug's spine when he realized he was
really in trouble and would be dead if she discovered
he knew her identity.

Buddy's brother returned and walked in, in a jolly
mood. "Hi! We did it! We're gonna be rich! I just
mailed the note. You want a brewski to celebrate?"
Only the crinkle of heavy paper punctuated the silence
before Doug heard a loud slap. "OW! What was that for?
I just stopped and bought some beer. Nowhere else."
Then, "Why you naked Buddy? Has he been fuckin' around
with the kid? Why'd you slap me for somethin' he done?
Pound the shit out of him for a change." The Boss'
tone was petulant. In Jenny's presence he definitely
wasn't the boss.

"Did you buy the beer before, or after you mailed the
note?" Jenny asked sweetly, but didn't wait for an
answer before Doug heard another slap. "You MAILED the
note? You MAILED the note! You were supposed to tape
it to the fucking gate, not mail it. Now they won't
get it for another day. That's why I just slapped you,
you idiot. The first slap was for snatching the wrong
kid! This is Doug Henderson!"

After Jenny's matter of fact announcement Doug heard
some movement before a fist sent him reeling off the
bed to crash into a table. He landed hard on the floor
on his side and curled himself into a fetal ball. The
side of his face stung. He bit his lip to remain
quiet.

Buddy came to his defense. "Hey why'd you do that? It
wasn't his fault you got the wrong kid." Apparently
that was the wrong thing to say. Buddy was at the
bottom of the triumvirate's pecking order. Doug heard
a scuffle, then grunts and groans from the other side
of the bed on the floor.

"STOP IT!" Jenny screamed. "Hitting someone is always
your answer to everything. Help me put the kid back on
the bed, then get Buddy out to the kitchen and clean
him up. We've got to adjust our plans. His father is
rich too. We'll make a video and this time DELIVER it
to the Henderson's, NOT mail it."

None of them could know that the Henderson's were
staying at Trenton Hall, and would be until Bucky was
contacted with instructions for delivery of the
ransom.


Buck attempted to make a detour to the control room
and it's well-stocked weapons locker before they went
downstairs to the car, but David stopped him.
Strangely to David, Buck didn't argue, he just
shrugged and said, "You're the boss on this mission,
but no head-shots this time, knee caps will do. I want
them alive if they're there." When David wasn't
looking, he grinned and winked at the others crowding
behind them. He had forty-five minutes or more to find
the mechanism that opened the drawer under the back
seat of the armored and well-armed limousine.

 

 

 

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