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Brother's Keeper	By : Bloodylocks Category: G through L > Heroes Views: 3679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Brother's Keeper
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Chapter 7
- 8-Chapter 8
- 9-Chapter 9
- 10-Chapter 10
- 11-Chapter 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-Ch 25
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 28-Ch 28
- 29-Ch 29
- 30-Ch 30
- 31-Ch 31
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Chapter 4
Peter's voice was calling out his name and pleading with unseen forces to be set free. Nathan wanted to go to him and protect him from whatever monsters had threatened his life, but he was immobile. He could not speak and he could not move.
Finally, the older man awoke to a dark room, a throbbing pain in the back of his head to remind him he was both awake and alive. He was not sure of how long he had been out, but now the sun's light was dim beyond the boarded windows. Struggling to get up, he soon discovered his hands were bound with rope behind his back. He was a prisoner now, and he had no idea of his hosts' intent.
Instinctively he looked around for Peter. Where was his baby brother?! Despite the sparse illumination from the disappearing sun, Nathan was able to discern what seemed to be the inside of a shed. And he was alone. Where-ever Peter was, they had been separated. Cold talons of fear gripped Nathan's heart when he realized what could be happening to Peter while he lay tied up and useless in a dark shed.
Growling, the lawyer tried to yank his hands free. The bindings weren't expertly done, but they seemed to be enough to keep him from getting free. His attempts to loosen the ropes only earned him raw, scraped wrists.
A scream, high-pitched and piercing, suddenly cut through the air like a knife through butter. Despite the inhuman quality of it, Nathan had no difficulties recognizing his brother's tormented voice. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he was more desperate than ever to shed his ties. Peter needed him. Nathan didn't believe he could listen to another one of those cries without his heart breaking.
He had limited time and even less daylight. Writhing about on the ground, Nathan looked at his surroundings to see if he could locate a means of escape. Unfortunately whoever kept the shed maintained was not stupid enough to keep any tools within reach of a restrained prisoner. If Nathan even tried to throw himself against the shed interior to knock a tool loose, he would risk drawing attention to himself.
Resting his head in the dirt, the sunlight shone in his eye as it reflected against glass. Eyes wide, he scrambled for the object and thanked the powers from above that it was a broken bottle. The throbbing from a similar object's impact on his skull was ignored as he struggled to rub his bonds against the jagged edge. He had to be swift, but he also had to take caution. Peter did not need his big brother accidentally slitting his wrist in an effort to escape.
Nathan sustained some minor cuts from the broken bottle's jagged edges while sawing through his bonds, but nothing that would affect him to a greater extent. It was only pain, and he could deal with pain better than most people. Compared to having grenade shrapnel embedded in his face and chest, a few shallow cuts were nothing. However, losing Peter because he had not gotten free quickly enough...
The former soldier did not even want to consider that option. He would gladly give his own life to ensure Peter's safety.
His feet were bound as well, once he had freed his hands, it took Nathan less than fifteen seconds to rid himself of the ropes binding his ankles. The shed door was locked, of course, but one good push with his shoulder was enough to break the rusty old lock.
//Peter, hold on... I'm coming...//
The sun's descent over the mountains had left the yard in a dull yellow light, and Nathan approached the old house with extreme caution. He was unable to see anyone but this did not mean others were not possibly keeping a look out. Sneaking about the grounds, Nathan realized that he never thought he would be using his expertise as a soldier to protect himself and his brother from a bunch of backwoods inbreds.
About thirty yards from the house, Nathan suddenly heard another scream, this one punctuated with a sob. His heart raced at the thought of what might be happening to Peter, but he continued to be cautious. Grabbing a hatchet from a pile of firewood, the man approached the broad side of the house, noticing the lamplight shining through the windows and flickering with the shadows of people within.
Breath steady and back against the wall, Nathan tried to prepare himself for what might be going on within. Whatever happened, he knew he must take Peter away from the chaos and protect him by any means necessary.
He knew he could not simply barge into the house without assessing the situation beforehand, no matter how badly he wanted to save his brother. Doing so would condemn them both to death. He had to remain rational and use his expertise in military tactics now more than ever. Peter's life literally depended on the choices he made these very seconds.
Nathan moved toward the nearest window in stealth, the hatchet in a firm grip. He already knew from the sounds that Peter and at least one of the men were in the room, and he dreaded to find out what the psychotic redneck assholes were doing to his sweet, innocent baby brother.
When he finally looked inside, a part of him was relieved to find Peter alive, but another greater part was unable to hold back a wail of pure despair over the sight that met his eyes.
Peter had been stripped naked, and both his arms were tied around a thick wooden baulk used to carry the weight of the ceiling. His face was twisted in an unrecognizable grimace of pure terror, and his upper lip was smeared with dried blood, most likely originating from his nose.
"Let me go, please let me go, I won't tell anyone, I swear, please, where's Nathan, don't hurt me, I won't tell anyone, I won't... I won't..."
The teenager's desperate babble was met with a bark of cruel laughter from the man who introduced himself as Mick to the two brothers. He approached Peter and grabbed the sobbing boy's already tangled hair, pulling his head in a painful angle.
"Is that so? An� how can I make sure yer telling the truth, huh, faggot whore?"
Covering his mouth to stifle any more cries of anguish, Nathan could only watch as his baby brother sobbed and moaned, his teary eyes wide with fear as he looked up at the man.
"I won't... I won't tell... I prooommmise..."
Mick twisted his hand and pulled the hair even tighter, causing a high-pitched yelp of pain from Peter.
Jeff only laughed and slapped Peter on the behind. "Tell us you like this."
Peter could not speak in response and only whimpered, mucus and tears pouring off of his face. Jeff slapped him even harder.
"Say you like it! Say it, faggot!"
"I like it..." the boy cried. "I really like it!"
"Oh, he really likes it, Mick," Jeff chuckled with a lecherous grin.
"Well then, if he's such a good boy and likes it that much," Mick replied. "Maybe he'll like this too..."
A filthy hand grabbed a cheek of Peter's rump and squeezed tightly, but Peter remained silent, his body shaking. However, he finally sobbed louder when a dirty thumb dug between his cheeks.
"Oh, listen to him." Jeff piped in. "I bet the little lady's already wet."
Peter cried out in pain and despair when the hard, dry digit forced itself into his body. He had known this would happen; he'd known that these men were planning to rape him ever since he woke up from the drug-induced haze and found himself tied up and without clothes, but his conscious mind had denied it until now.
"No, please don't..." he sobbed, even though he was sure by now that his abductors would show him no mercy. "Don't rape me... I beg you... P-please don't..."
"Jeff, I bet this one's still a virgin!" Mick joyfully informed his older brother, and the two filthy degenerates exchanged a knowing look. "That's surprising, especially considering how pretty he is!"
//Oh no, god no...// Nathan had to turn his eyes away when Jeff started to massage his groin and finally unzipped his pants. Peter was about to get raped, and there was nothing Nathan could do to stop it. He could only hope that the animals would not kill his brother after they were done.
"HELP!" Peter finally screamed, immediately inspiring the men to laugh. "HEEELLLPP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
He was only rewarded by further laughter, as well as imitations of his cries for help.
"G'wan, keep screamin'!" Jeff spoke as he laughed. "You can scream all you like."
"We like it like that anyway," Mick said.
Peter tried another cry for help, but his voice cracked and he went back to weeping and begging for mercy.
"Please... please don't... I want my brother..."
Nathan felt a tear roll down his face and he wiped it away. He could not cry and he could not lose control now. He had to act soon, and despite his fears of leaving his brother, he knew he should take advantage of the horrible men's distraction and concoct a plan.
"Oh, we've got plenty in store for him too, young'un. So don't you worry yer pretty self about him. For now we got you all to ourselves."
"Please! No! NO!" Peter cried when he turned his head to see a pair of rock-hard erections. Dirt covered fingernails dug into the skin of his hips and Peter's next plea became a scream as the penetration came like a dagger.
"Ahhh... fuck, he's really tight..." sounded Jeff's guttural voice as Peter continued to cry out for help and finally his cries became wordless sobs of pure pain. Being penetrated from behind by the hideous man felt like being skewered on a spear. He was momentarily sure that his body would not survive the assault and split in two. This was nothing like he'd imagined it to be like. In his dreams, with Nathan, his brother was always gentle and there was hardly any pain, just sweet pleasure.
"I've been wantin' to fuck yer pink little ass since I first saw ya at the gas station..." Jeff said in between grunts while thrusting savagely into the boy's small, trembling body. His ragged fingernails pierced the skin of Peter's hips, but the young man didn't even notice it. He had a much more intense pain to focus on.
"Hurry the hell up, Jeff, it's my turn..." the man-beast known as Mick complained. "I wanna have a go before he passes out completely."
After only two minutes, Peter's body was slumping against the baulk he was tied to, and he was now on his feet only thanks to the man standing behind him. Soon enough, however, his feet were leaving the ground as he was lifted by his waist and bounced by the older man. His moans of pain came with each breath as he was savagely thrust into by gravity and Jeff's devising.
Leaning his head against the window frame, Nathan breathed slowly, preparing himself as he failed to block out the cries and sobs. If he wanted to do anything, he had to do it now.
"We gotta keep you around, darlin'," he heard Jeff saying in a self satisfied tone. "You're gonna be a hell of a lot of fun."
The statement was what finally inspired Nathan to back away from the window and try to execute his plan. At least the sorry bastards were not going to kill Peter outright, according to their statement. While the thought of his brother being used as a sex slave made Nathan want to vomit, at least it provided him with some reassurance. There was still time...
Hatchet still in a firm hold, he sneaked quietly back into the shed with a very distinct item in his mind. Kerosene, or some other highly flammable fluid, and with some luck also a lighter or a box of matches. Nothing created a better distraction than fire...
And fortunately for him, a tank of gas was seemingly waiting for him in Jeff's body shop. Nathan's car was also parked there, and from the looks of it, Jeff had begun to work on stripping the vehicle and removing items that had been packed for the trip. One of Peter's comic books had fallen out of his book bag and onto the ground, and Nathan felt something hurt in his heart again. Peter was just a kid and his big brother had to watch as two twisted monsters had mentally and emotionally ripped him apart while physically stabbing him with their filthy bodies. If Nathan listened closely, he could still hear some cries of torment and wicked laughter.
"I'm coming, buddy," he whispered as he dug through his and Peter's things for a lighter and an article of clothing. Perhaps if he was lucky, he could create a Molotov cocktail for his cruel hosts.
No, he realized seconds later, that would not work. No matter how tempting it was to set the entire house on fire, he could not risk such with Peter still inside. Besides, his best chance of success was to create a diversion of some kind. A torched car would probably suffice.
Nathan briefly thought of the Smith & Wesson handgun in his glove compartment and figured it would not hurt to check if their kidnappers had somehow managed to miss it. No such luck, though. Even the registration papers and his pack of condoms were gone, suggesting that the car had been the subject of a thorough search. The things that had been deemed useless were left, but everything else was gone.
Nathan tied the article of clothing - one of his T-shirts - around the blunt end of a wooden stick and then drenched the entire thing in gasoline.
//Hold on, Pete... I'm coming//
*
Peter had been cut down from the beam, but he was so weak from his wounds that he could only sit on the floor with his wrists held together by one of Mick's huge hands. The boy wept noisily as Jeff rubbed himself hard again, stepping closer and taking the trembling wrists for himself.
"Please..." Peter begged before Mick forced his mouth open.
"Open wide, boy," he growled. "And don't get any ideas to bite. Or we'll bust every tooth lose and have you blow us anyway."
Closing his eyes, Peter hoped that at least Nathan could get away from all of this hell.
Suddenly a loud explosion sounded from outside, light entering through the windows and briefly making the lamps look dim in comparison. Both men looked up in alarm and anger.
"What in the hell...?" Mick let go of Peter's face and walked to the window, and the sight outside did not please him one bit.
"Fuck!" he roared. "The shed is on fire!"
"Go out and fix it, ya dumb fuck!" Jeff shouted at his brother, taking over by holding Peter up by the hair. "Did ya let the fuckin' retard play there again? Don't ya know Amos ain't allowed to play with matches or lighters?"
"Hell if I know! I thought the big lug was sleepin'!" Mick retorted.
"All my tools are in there! Go put it out!"
"By myself? It's gonna take me hours and by then the shed'll be burnt to the ground!"
"You useless piece of shit..." Jeff muttered. "When are ya gonna grow up, Mick? Fine, I'll help ya!" He let go of Peter's hair and instead punched the boy's face hard enough to crack his lip and send Peter to the floor, dazed.
A woman's voice screamed from downstairs and "Ma" demanded to know what the noise was about. Amos only clapped and laughed at the display of the flaming shed, getting shoved out of the way by Jeff, who was scrambling to his auto shop to find an extinguisher. Mick had run to the shed, trying to suffocate some of the fire with a blanket, to no avail.
Peter at first curled up on the floor, his head spinning from the blow. But deep in the back of his mind the urge to escape was boiling forth. Breath heavy, he wriggling on his trembling, bound limbs as he tried to find something, anything that might help him get away. Footsteps sounded behind him and he whimpered, too frightened to look at who might have come back. They had done their worst already, so what else could they attempt besides merciful death?
A hand clamped his mouth shut and he squealed, but the lips next to his whispered, "It's okay."
Relief washed through his system like cold water on a hot summer day, and Peter could not help but start crying again. Nathan! Nathan had come back for him! Clutching desperately at his brother once the hand was removed from his mouth, a stream of sobbed out words left him.

"Nathan, oh my god, please help me, please, don't let them take me again, please take me away, don't leave me, please, Nathan, help...!"
The older man merely gestured at Peter to be quiet and proceeded to sever the ropes around his brother's wrists. The swollen, bloody state of Peter's usually angelic face made his stomach constrict, but there was no time to lose, and he had to make sure Peter understood that, as well.
"Peter, please baby, you have to be quiet..." Nathan whispered as he quickly assessed his brother's naked body for other injuries. There seemed to be none besides some bruises and the damage done by the rape. Oh god, the blood leaking down Peter's thighs was a visible proof of that.
Cupping the boy's face in his hands, Nathan was forced to shake him gently to get his attention. "Peter... do you think you can walk?"
Shaking his head, Peter managed a shaky "I don't know."
Glancing in the corner, Nathan recognized a pile of shredded clothes that had once been what Peter wore hours ago. Most of the articles of clothing were beyond wearing again.
"Here," Nathan said as he removed his shirt and pulled it over his broken baby brother's head. The shirt was large enough on the lithe frame that it covered most of his torso. The way Peter shrugged weakly through the sleeves made his big brother think he could barely even stand.
"Get up, buddy," he said, an arm around Peter's back as he lifted him. "We have to hurry and get out of here."
A small yelp of pain escaped Peter's lips as he managed to stand, and the agony he felt must have been unbearable.
The boy managed to take a few staggering steps with his big brother's help, even though the sheer pain of trying made him want to collapse on the floor again and just drift away. Nathan urged him on, however, and having his brother - his savior, his protector - back gave Peter some new hope, faint though it was. Nathan had not abandoned him. Instead he had risked his own life and freedom for Peter's sake, and Peter had to show Nathan that he was worth it.
They reached the porch and a quick glance at the shed told Nathan that the entire twisted family, minus the women, were still working on putting out the fire. Even Amos had been instructed to throw buckets of water over the flames.
"Y-you did t-that?" Peter asked shakily as they descended the stairs to ground level.
"Yeah," Nathan whispered. "And it worked..."
The two brothers managed to hurry another few steps before Peter cried out and covered his mouth instinctively.
"Nathan, I can't..."
"Come on, you can do it. We can make it."
"I'm sorry," the boy argued. "If I go any further I'll pass out."
Without so much as an objection, Nathan was scooping his brother into his arms and taking off at a run. Ahead of him was the woods, and even though this horrible clan probably knew the area well, at least the dense forest could allow some cover.
As he tramped through the foliage, Nathan tripped and nearly sent himself and Peter to the ground. He was in a hurry to put as much distance as possible between himself and the family, but the lack of light made running through a forest difficult. Neither he nor especially Peter could afford such foolishness now.
Peter had buried his face in the crook of his brother's neck and pinched his eyes shut to protect himself from all kinds of unpleasant sensory impressions. His arms were tightly wrapped around Nathan's shoulders and did not loosen their grip even when they almost went down to the ground.
The pain between his legs had lessened now that he was no longer required to walk, but it was far from gone, throbbing and pounding in time with his heartbeats. The warm sensation down there probably also meant that he was bleeding. How much or how badly was something Peter was not interested in knowing.
Nathan trampled on despite the fact that the forest was pitch black and he could hardly see a thing. More often than not twigs and leaves scratched his face and bare upper body, leaving marks. After a while of running his initial rush of adrenaline began to wear off and he was forced to slow down. Having to carry his brother did not exactly facilitate things. Peter was small, but he was no child, and his estimated weight of around 120 pounds made lactic acid course to Nathan's arms.
"Okay..." he muttered as he clenched his grip on his little brother. "You're okay..." He did not know how long he had been walking, but he knew that if he did not stop soon, he would collapse and be of no more use.
"We're gonna find a place to hide," he said quietly. "Don't worry."
His eyes now used to the darkness of the woods, Nathan thought he saw a large patch of thicket, and so he approached it, one tired arm out to feel the denseness of it. For now it would do, until he got his strength back to go on.
Peter of course whimpered when he was placed back down onto the ground, but Nathan rolled him onto his side, lying down next to him.
"They... they..."
"Shhh," Nathan whispered. "Don't think about it. When I was trying to think of a distraction, I saw what they did to you. I am so sorry, Peter." He placed a hand on Peter's cheek, wiping away some of the blood and tears, but only some. "I won't let them hurt you again."
Peter still wanted to speak. "They didn't hurt me at first... there was someone else in the house... on a chain."
The lawyer was perplexed. "Someone else...? You mean...?"
Peter nodded against his chest, shivering, and Nathan pulled the boy even tighter against himself. God, Peter had to be freezing. The nights were still cold and his baby brother was naked underneath the shirt.
"It was a lady... They... they... brought her into the room where I was tied up. From the way she looked, I figured she'd been their prisoner for a while. Jeff r-raped her in f-front of m-me, and then he slit her throat although she begged him not to kill her, b-but he said they didn't n-need her anymore. Because they now had me..."
Peter's voice was oddly nasal, most likely due to a broken nose. Finally his words broke down to sobs and his entire body started trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"Oh my god, Pete... I had no idea... Will you be alright?"
"I dunno..." a small, broken voice replied. "Did you really see... when they did that to m-me...?"
At first Nathan wanted to lie and say he had not been witness to the horrible trauma his brother had faced. What would Peter think of him, seeing that horrible sight, and not trying to stop it at that very moment?
"Yeah... yeah I did." The older man finally admitted. "It hurt me to see them do that... it took all I had to not run in and stop them. I needed a plan or else something worse would have happened..." Nathan grimaced as an image of his little brother impaled on one of those filthy men's dicks surfaced in his mind. "God, Peter, I am so sorry."
Skinny fingers held Nathan's arm in a surprisingly strong grip. He felt eyelashes blink against his bare chest.
"I'm sorry too."
"Why, buddy?"
"I caused this. I wore those clothes and they took notice. I made myself look like a fucking freak."
"No, no, that's not true," Nathan said immediately, anger barely contained in his voice. This was a reaction he was all too familiar with; during his years as a prosecutor, he had come across countless cases of rape where the victims unjustly put them blame on themselves.
"I shouldn't have gone home with him, I shouldn't have been out so late, I shouldn't have dressed so challengingly..."
The reasons for blame were many. This group mostly consisted of young women, but supposedly Peter's mentality did not differ very much from theirs.
"You're not responsible for what those vile bastards did," Nathan continued, trying to calm his trembling little brother. "Don't even dare think it, baby. It's not your fault. I promise. It's not."
"But you said I looked like a whore and"�
"Forget what I said then, Pete! I was angry and I took my anger out on you. I was wrong. Please believe what I'm saying now. You couldn't have done anything differently."
Quiet, nasal sobs emanated from the boy and the shivers wracking his slender frame increased in magnitude.
"I'm so cold, N-Nathan... D-do you think we're gonna d-die...?"
"We're not giving up," his brother whispered. "I'm not and neither should you. You're stronger than you think. We'll get through this."
In truth Nathan had no idea of his and his brother's chances of survival. Peter was even worse off than he was.
"How can you be sure?" came a small voice.
Nathan rubbed Peter's back, both for warmth and comfort. "Just hold on to me, Peter. We'll keep going once we've rested. And we'll find someone to help us."
Though he continued to shake in his brother's arms, Peter's exhaustion from the pain and torment brought him into sleep. But Nathan could not sleep, not when the family who had done this to them must be out looking for them by now.
*
Jeff trashed what was left of the shed once he realized what was really going on, and when Amos hobbled toward him with his arms stretched out, he furiously backhanded the mentally challenged young man, who scurried off from his father's wrath, whimpering like a dog that had been kicked.
"Mick, you reprobate!" he bellowed. "He's gotten away! The fuckin' city fag has escaped! Go bring the little slut out here! If he's still watching, he'll come out if he sees what we'll do to his brother!"
Mick jogged the distance back to the house to do his brother's bidding, but when he returned a full minute later, he was still alone. "He's gone. The whore's gone, too."
"Motherfucker..." the older brother growled. "Get some flashlights. They probably went into the woods. And that lil� fairy's probably bleedin'. Maybe we'll find a trail. And if we do, those boys are fucked."
TBC...
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