The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Nov 01, 2012 3:49 pm

I am Shaun. I'm 15. Me and Jake are 100% identical twins. Simple as that. My parents could only tell us apart because I happened to wear a blue wristband while Jake wears a red one.

This story involves what can only be described as the weirdest set of events in human history, and I can't say I'm glad I was tied up and held hostage by my own brother and some "special friends", what happened changed both of us forever.

It started one cool march day....

"Good practice today Jake!" My coach patted my shoulder.

"I'm Shaun," I replied shrugging it off, I was used to it. Soccer and school were over for the day. My team, the Redhawks, had a game tomorrow. It was a big one and I was rather excited. I scanned the locker room and noticed Jake had quickly changed from his cleats to tennis shoes. Leaving his red soccer socks scrunched at his ankles, black shorts, and red t-shirt on.

"Come on Shaun hurry up!" Jacob said pushing me into a locker to our friends amusement. I did the same as he did clothes wise (we are identical after all) and I ran after him out the locker room door. Beginning our trudge through a half mile of forest and trails to get to our house. Not far from school.

You see, it's a secret at home, but me and Jacob don't get along well. He hates me calling him Jacob instead of Jake, so naturally I will. In fact we had gotten into a huge argument yesterday after he believed I faked being him to kiss his girlfriend.... Which might have happened. His face was priceless. I could see the house in view as we passed one of our storage sheds we kept a good bit of junk in.

Suddenly Jacob bent over grabbing my ankle and pulling my ankle out from under me. I toppled to the ground as he ran away smirking. Boy would he pay for that later as I quick got up, both track runners we were both quickly inside as I chased him up to his room, kicking our shoes off in the process. He ran into his room snickering while I (Very unhappy) ran in pursuit.

Inside his room I darted but once there I scanned the room. No sign of jac... SLAM. The door behind me was slammed shut. By Jacob and a masked teenage boy too. Both held airsoft guns pointed at me.
"Lay on your stomach on my bed Shaun." Jacob said.

I decided to play along. Laughing inside as I felt my arms being pulled together behind my back. The masked kid tied my hands together with a long length of rope. Jacob pointed the airsoft gun at me.

"I'll play along Jacob who is tying me up?" You'll see he said.

Didn't matter I thought... I can get out any way. My wrists were tied then my elbows and rope wrapped over my shoulders and waist pinning my arms behind my back. Jacobs friend was doing good. Mom and Dad wouldn't be home for a while so I felt content. Soon I was lifted to my feet while Jacob carried a bag of rope and tape in one arm with the airsoft gun at me. Soon I found myself in the shed.

"Jacob you know I'm not worried because you have to let me out before Mom and Dad get home. They'll notice me gone you can't be both of me! I laughed not realizing chains were locked around my bound wrists attached to the shed wall. On the other side chains attached to the other side of the shed wall we're connected to my ankles. Jacob pulled my soccer socks to my knees were he also taped them together. He had planned this cleverly, I wasn't going anywhere.

"Ok jokes over let me out." I said.

That's when the mask come off the teenage boy Jacob was with. It was... Another one of me and Jacob! We looked exactly alike!

"That's right Shaun," Jacob said. "This is Josh, or as I call him "New Shaun". We are actually triplets. Found him online looking for our birth parents. He has a piece of our medallion that's how I knew."

I was shocked. My mouth dropped. So much in shock I didn't realize Josh my newfound triplet was shoving a sock in my mouth. Jacob was quick to take out the duct tape, put it over my mouth wrapping tape around my head 9-10 times sealing the sock in. Jacob leaned close to me while Josh went to the other side of this small 4 by 6 foot shed.

"Now that you're chained and gagged in here. We're going to lock you in." He held up a combination lock.
"Mom and Dad won't find or hear you. Me and New Shaun will feed you if you're good. But for now I have a new brother, but he will take your name in school, soccer, and home. Talk to your friends. Essentially you no longer exist and New Shaun is living your life."

I mmmppphhheeddd upset. Kicking and grunting in my chains and bonds ineffectively. Jacob had the keys. I had been mean to him yes, but I couldn't believe he was trading me. I saw Josh or "New Shaun" step over my chained, taped, ankles my red soccer socks keeping the tape from my leg hair.

Josh wore the exact same thing as me now. Red soccer socks, same shorts, same t-shirt. Same brown hair. Same height. Same weight. Same spiked hair, blue eyes. Everything! He unclipped my blue bracelet and put it on. Salt in the wounds.

As the daylight in the windowless shed disappeared and the shed door locked. I could only struggle to no avail. Sulking in defeat. How long would I be here? This had to be a joke from Jacob. Just had too. But I would get my revenge. Yes I would. I promise you that. The shock of the next day though would hit Jacob as much as me.
Last edited by Scottstud94 on Sat Nov 03, 2012 12:31 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby xtc » Thu Nov 01, 2012 4:43 pm

Interesting start.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby NemesisPrime » Thu Nov 01, 2012 5:09 pm

Very interesting!

I love these kinds of stories! Please continue soon!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby drawscore » Fri Nov 02, 2012 12:10 am

Identical twins are interesting people. Somehow, they can each sense what the other is thinking or doing, even over great distances. They are closer than brothers, and if one breaks an arm, the other one "feels" it.

They sometimes have a "language" of their own, called "twinglish" in the English-speaking world. They can be going along, speaking perfectly understandable English, then suddenly break into unintelligible gibberish for 15-30 seconds, then go right back to English, and they will understand each other without a problem. Anyone listening will wonder what the hell they were talking about, and what language they were speaking.

About one set in a thousand (or more) will be "mirrored." Outwardly, you would not see, or even think there was anything wrong, but one twin will have a medical condition known as "situs inversus," which drives the doctors nuts. A person who has situs inversus has his internal workings reversed - heart on the right; liver on the left, etc. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Situs_inversus)

Drawscore

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Fri Nov 02, 2012 9:10 pm

Mmmmmmpppphhhh!! I screamed into my gag as I heard the crickets and sounds of night creep in around. I kicked against my chains trying to rip them from the wall it was locked, or somehow slip loose to no avail.

The sound was even minimal the chains made, and being a long way from the house I opted to keep quiet in case something unfriendly came nearby. The shed itself was completely dark, I couldn't see a thing. And helplessly restrained I had nothing but my thoughts to deal with.

How'd Jacob meet our triplet?
Why is he here?
And why was I being replaced?
What would they do with me, the shed couldn't be my home forever?

Alas as I pondered these I drifted off into sleep. Numerous times. I had to pee in fact a heavy amount, I feared they may have just decided to leave me there. Soon though after what ended up being 23 hours chained up, I heard the lock of the shed click where Jacob and Josh stood tall, Jacob with his bag in hand.

"We're going to feed you, Mom and Dad aren't home and there are no neighbors here, so don't make this difficult." Josh said sickeningly refferring to them as "Mom and Dad". Both were in their soccer gear. Well Josh was in MY soccer gear. As the tape was removed from my mouth and I was allowed to eat, drink, and pee while chained up.

"Open." Josh said holding an ankle sock of mine to my mouth. I obeyed while Josh put the roll to my head. Put the tape over my lips, and wrapped it heavily around 10 times. And so began another night in the shed.

As Jacob left, combination lock in his hand, he looked at me and told me "You failed you're last chemistry test, coach is mad at your playing ability today. We won thanks to me by the way."

He locked the door leaving me stewing in my rage.

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The next day was the same, except after Jacob regagged me, I was unchained from the wall. My arms and feet remained bound and the tape futile to even speak into. So I allowed the two to first tape my eyes shut, then
to pick me up, where I was set in a car trunk."

Strange I thought, Jacob and I didnt even have his license. But he was up front with Josh. I sensed something wrong though. Something very wrong.

After a few bumps and turns in the road beneath me, we had stopped. I heard the trunk open and realizing they could be getting rid of me for good I squirmed to no avail. I felt chains around my ankles click and the tape removed from my eyes. I gazed around. It looked like an old abandoned house, in the country. I remember Cave Springs has a ranch house that was a museum that shut down. I gazed around the room and realized I was connected to a chain on the walls.

Then across the room: Tape over his mouth, Wrapped in tape mummy style and tied to a large wooden post was Jacob. No doubt it was him as I saw the fear in his eyes and red bracelet. But if Jacob was bound, who were these two.

One spoke. My goodness we weren't triplets we were quadruplets!

"That's right Jacob. you were a fool to trust Josh."
"I'm Jason, a.k.a New Jacob, and you two have already met New Sean. You see you two are now the new Jason and Josh. We are taking over your lives."

"Why you ask?" Josh said as he and Jason grabbed my ankles to begin a tape mummification process.
"Because," as Josh began to further encase my ankles in tape, "we were abandoned as children, forced to fend for ourselves."

"But you two, our other twins got lucky, perfect family, and we've watched. You take it for granted."

They had mummified me up to my waist. Still chained to the wall I was stood up. "Jacob came to me looking for a friend, but I Josh, hatched this brilliant plan," he said gazing at his bracelet. My blue bracelet. "We are the new you" they said as they finished my mummification. Only head untaped, even then, tape over my mouth kept me from screaming.

We're heading to our new home they said simultaneously as the locked the door.
Me and Jacob looked at eachother with regret. Knowing we had taken things for granted. But I would not let my life be
taken over as the Green shirt, jeans, and black shoes wearing twins of sorts locked us in. Me and Jacob, mummified in our soccer gear. Needed a plan, and fast, before they took over our lives for good.

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby NemesisPrime » Fri Nov 02, 2012 11:38 pm

Wow!

Talk about a twist! Can't wait for more!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby KamJM » Sat Nov 03, 2012 2:02 am

Very nice!!

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby Chris12 » Sat Nov 03, 2012 7:16 am

Very nice story scott :D Looking forward to the next part.

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Nov 03, 2012 5:13 pm

I squirmed around on the ground looking about. With my arms roped behind me, the chain connecting my ankle to the wall, the tape wrapped tightly over my lips preventing any interaction, and being mummified from my shoulders on down in strong duct tape. I was pretty well stuck.

Despite my squirming and attempts to break the chains my situation remained unchanged. I sighed and lay my head down on the carpeted floor.

I scanned around. The room was an interior room in the old museum. Windowless, with boxes of old museum artifacts stacked everywhere. No furniture, but two wooden posts were spread out in the room. One, about 6 feet from me, had my brother taped to it. He was wrapped in duct tape as well, arms secured behind the post, taped from his ankles to his shoulders to this thick wooden post maybe the diameter of a soccer ball.

The light in the room was left on thankfully. As I looked around the room for something to cut me loose, I realized it didnt matter if I got out. Itd take wire cutters to get the chain off my ankle. So I again sighed in defeat.

After dozing off, I woke up abruptly after hearing the rip of duct tape. I feared Josh and Jason had returned to tape us up more, but alas no, Jacob had managed to tear the tape off his mouth, and a sock fell from his mouth.

"Shaun! I know you're mad at me I didn't know this would happen. I heard them talk, they want to take over our lives permanently.... By getting rid of us. They mentioned framing us and getting us sent to prison. Even chaining us up and dropping us off in the Amazon or Pacific Ocean!"

Jacob looked down at me. "Inch over here and get my sock off, I might be able to to saw you loose with something on the ground." He squirmed against his mummifying tape job. "We need eachothers help otherwise we're doomed." He pleaded.

He was my brother after all. My REAL brother. So I inched across the floor as far as the chains on my ankles allowed me, they were now taut parellel to the ground connected to the wall. My head ended up being able to reach Jacob, but barely. My arms were now very sore from their tied state. Jacob instructed my to put pressure on his sock on his right foot, and he would do his best to pull up. Luckily his red soccer sock wasn't pulled to his knees as usual, or taped up as they are on game day, they were loose, scrunged at his ankles avoiding the tape cacaoon miraculously.

Over time with the pressure of my chin holding the sock to the floor, and Jacob pulling up, the sock managed to come off. Exhausting work to pull off a sock.

"Okay let me try to find the end of the tape on your mouth, I might be able to wrench it off with my long toenail." I allowed it and much later his toenail picked the end of the tape and he used his rather free foot to unwind the tape from my head enough to where it came off! I thankfully spit out the sock that had been taped in.

"Thanks Jacob, we need to work together to get out of this! Is there any way you can get free?" I asked.

"I mean with the chain on my ankle it doesn't matter and the rope you tied my arms with is still efficient from yesterday I added.

"I know, I'm sorry. He said. But that's for later now let's..." he power his arm through some of the bindings as only adrenaline can.., "Get!" Jacob powered his other arm free, "Out!"
And soon Jacob had gotten out, peeling all of his duct tape off to reveal his red and black soccer uniform. He replaced the sock I pulled off, pulling them up to his knees taut.

Jacob grabbed a roll of duct tape left behind by our imprisoners and grinned. At me. "Jacob no! Come on don't do this I'm your brother we're supposed to work toge... Mmmmppphhh!" My pleads were cut off as Jacob shoved the sock I discarded earlier and held tape to my mouth, threatening to wrap it around my head.

"We are working together to get out of this, but I am in charge, got it?" He proclaimed. I nodded unhappily, not sure why he felt the need to display such power. He realeased his grasp on me and I again spat out the sock.

He started to pull tape from me when the chains on the door began to rattle. Josh and Jason!
Jacob knowing full well he would be rendered helpless ripped open portions of tape over my hands and with scissors from the museum cut open some key knots that binded me, then recovered my hands in tape, stashing the scissors within my hands.

He got away from me as Josh and Jason entered the room. Stunned to see Jacob, ran and attacking them hoping to make something happen. Knock them both out, not sure, but he wasn't very strong muscular wise. That was a big difference between us and Josh and Jason. Arm strength.

Soon Josh and Jason over powered Jacob. In a bag they carried with them they dumped its contents on the ground, revealing gorilla tape, chains, handcuffs, heavy duty stuff. They beat on Jacob, double teaming him as he cried out in pain. In one last attempt to reach the door he was kicked to where he was semi-coherent. From there, he simply had to strength to fight, as our quadruplets Jason and Josh, now wearing our orange t-shirts, cargo shorts, shoes, trademark bracelets, and white ankle socks, cuffed Jacob's hands behind the far wooden post. Next they taped socks over his hands, taped the socks he wore at the knees. They forced him to stand on a stool, where they wound him in shrink wrap, this time his toes were enveloped, then thighs, waist, shoulders.

He was barely coherent still from the fight. Next they took out the gorilla tape. Black tape soon covered his body every square inch, toes to shoulders. They removed the stool, now he was suspended above the ground and the bindings held perfect. These guys were serious, next they took chains to Jacob. Further punishing him, then finally shoving a sock in his mouth.

"Wait Josh," Jason said pulling a long sock from the bag shoving it into my brothers mouth. "Better."
Soon they used duct tape to wrap my brothers head in tape mummifying it. On his body only his nose was seen. Then his head was taped to the wooden post.

"That oughta do it." Josh said as they got down.

I had stayed quiet in the corner, holding my scissors in my hand, praying I wasn't retied or gagged.
They walked over to me. "Well Shaun, your brothers a bit wrapped up," Josh said applying a new sock in my mouth you've been good. "So we won't tape your mouth with gorilla tape haha" He said winding tape over my head 5 times.

"You've been in this room 15 hours. Feeling hungry yet?" The boys laughed "We will feed and water you guys in about another 15 hours it will be midnight. We will get rid of you guys for good. And we will take over your guys's perfect lives and you guys will know what true adversity is."

"Being chained together at the ankle having to survive in the Boreal Forest of Canada the rest of your lives. True adversity." Josh pointed out, alluding to our fate.

"We love your guys's life. Soccer is fun, your friends are great, family is nice." Jacob erupted in anger under the tape with this which the two ignored. "See you guys tomorrow for when we transport you to your new environment! Josh (the identical twin in the blue bracelet) said.

With that, they shut and locked the door. I heard them drive away. Still not sure how they obtained a car. I began to use the scissors they thankfully hadn't found. I fumbled with them, and began to saw my way to what I hoped was freedom. My goal to get home and get help from mom and dad. And get rid of these crazy twins once and for all. Me and Jacob were true brothers, these guys though identical could not be our quadruplet brothers.

But I felt it. They were. Just had a sad history, longing to be loved. This was their plan as I sawed my wrists loose. And we would stop them.

To be continued.

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Sat Nov 03, 2012 5:14 pm

Thanks for the comments. This may be my favorite plot I've ever conceived. Lot of different personas for 4 identical twins.

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

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Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Nov 04, 2012 6:36 am

Thanks to the scissors I tentatively managed to cut my hands and elbows loose, where for the first time in almost 3 days I had been untied. They ached incredibly as I pulled the duct tape from my head. This painful process ripped some of the hair from the back of my head, but I was just thankful to get the be able to move my mouth. I winced in pain as I pulled the last piece of tape off and spit out one of Jacob's socks they used to gag me.

Meanwhile as I began to cut the rest of the tape covering me loose I looked at Jacob, who was suspended on the pole unable to move, head mummified completely in duct tape breathing heavily through a small hole they left for him to breathe.

I tore piece by piece off until the only thing left for me to get out of was the chain around my left ankle. I was still in the soccer attire I wore for practice days ago. My red shirt, black shorts, and red Adidas soccer socks were covered in tape residue. The chain around my ankle was locked like a handcuff, connected to a chain were it was screwed into the wall. Unbeknownst to me Josh and Jason had threaded this chain passing it through the was which was connected the a pipe. I tried my hardest, but I knew I could rip the chain from its source. I pulled my soccer socks up to my knees, as high as they could go as I tried to slip the chains from my ankle. No luck.

I dove for some boxes of old museum artifacts hoping to find a hacksaw or even a screwdriver. Possibly a hammer to rip the chain from the wall. I gazed over at Jacob who was having no luck getting out of his mummified state. I couldn't see a piece of his skin even, just a solid wall of black and grey tape.

In the box lay some samples of fossils found in the area. Cool but no help. I dove for the other box I could reach, knowing it was my last chance. I dumped out its contents. Rocks, some native American arrowheads and finally what came out was a native American hatchet, sharpened granite to a sharp point lashed to a carved handle. I saw the chains on me were fairly heavy duty. So I decided to take out the wall. I cut into the wall swing mightily with the hatchet, ripping apart drywall, insulation, following the chain to its source inches in the wall. A pipe. From here the hatchet not meant for this work was wearing down. I took a mighty swing at the pipe where it gashed into its steel-aluminum base. Thank goodness water wasn't running. One more swing and the pipe snapped in two. Thank goodness it was thin. I pulled the chain off the pipe through the hole I created. I was free!

I knew the fact a chain would be hanging from my ankle would be annoying and look odd if we got home, so I pulled my sock down through the chain, and pulled it back up over, so the chain was concealed within my soccer sock. Now I ran over to Jacob, used the scissors to slice open his bonds, ripping tape from his head and body quickly to where only his handcuffs were left.

"Jacob hold your feet away from the wooden post!" I commanded as I set him on a stool now not suspended in the air."

Jacob thankful to be untied agreed as I used the ax to cut down the wooden post, creating a gap in it like I did the pipe. Luckily the structure of the building took this, as I pulled Jacob off the post through the gap I created. His hands were still cuffed behind him though and the hatchet was too worn down. With my help he managed to get his hands still cuffed in front of him.

"Thanks Shaun," Jacob said, "now let's get home and expose these phonies for who they really are!"
With a running start we smashed through the door flimsy lock snapping with our momentum.

Once outside we had a problem. Our house was 3 miles away. Neither of us had shoes with us. And Jacobs wrists were cuffed together in front of him. Tape still stuck to various parts of our body so asking for a ride from a passerby was no option.

Inside the garage of the old building sat a beautiful 1964 Cadillac, used for the museum when it was represented in parades. Oh what luck we had. Myself decent at picking locks, used the doorknob and simply turned it, unlocked.

While we had no licenses, I drove as I was going through drivers training, and Shaun was still handcuffed. Soon we coasted into our driveway and ran inside praying Mom and Dad were home and Josh and Jason were not. The place was empty, so we went up to our rooms to investigate. They were clean, but Jacob found under his bed piloting manuals, maps of Canada's Borreal Forest with areas plotted out to drop us off. I searched under my bed finding heavy duty chains, duct tape, and a variety of other objects.

The door opened downstairs suddenly. "MOM DAD!" We yelled simultaneously. We walked to the door of our rooms where we saw our identical twins bounding up the stairs clad in our red sweatshirts, jeans, and our shoes.

"Looks like you guys are ready to go to your new home. Very nice escape." The one in the blue bracelet said.
Our hearts sunk as Jason shoved Jacob into his room and forcefully locked the door. "You know what to dress him in, how to tie him!" shouted Josh as he shoved me, extremely weak into my room. He made quick work out of me. Holding a B-B gun at me, pointing to a pile of clothes in the corner. "Put them on!" He commanded. I had no means to fight so I stripped down until I was naked, he laughed at the chain around my ankle where he bent down and released it.

I was forced into tight blue boxer briefs, blue Adidas athletic shorts, a blue shirt made for me that said "SHAUN" in white letters, and a pair of blue soccer socks pulled up over my knees. These artifacts were stauntly taped in their place as my hands were now cuffed behind me. He undid these cuffs and forced my arms into a straightjacket which was tightened all the way. I began to cry realizing my fate as chains began to encircle my body. I heard Jacob shout from the other room and quickly heard tape being ripped off the roll.

"Sorry Shaun," Josh said finally showing some heart as he put locks all over the chains. My upper body now a mess of tangled locks, chains, and my straightjacket. "You guys took your lives for granted. We are taking over. The only way to do that is get rid of you. Don't worry we will be sure you are adopted by a nice Canadian family after an anonymous tip gets you guys found hopefully," Josh told me as he began to wrap my head in duct tape, sealing my mouth shut, "This is our life now, you'll find new lives."

He set down the roll as I was taken out of the room. Looking down defeated at the blue soccer socks taped at my knees, knowing if I couldn't do anything, no more soccer, or friends. Josh and Jason seemed a little saddened now as they knew what they were doing as me and Jacob (wearing the same thing as me, except red) were placed together. They got out the heavy duty chain. I looked at Jacob, straightjacketed, chained, and gagged like me, as they wrapped one end the the heavy duty chain around my left blue socked ankle. Click went two combination locks. Other end of the chain around Jacobs right red-socked ankle... his color. Click click. Two more combination locks.

Josh held a rag over my face, Jason a rag over Jacob's face. "Sorry guys chloroform. Can't have you guys knowing where we drop you off. Jacob was the last thing I saw, "We're sorry guys," I heard again hearing some true empathy. They just wanted our lives and we were the victims. Everything we loved gone if they succeeded. I had a foolproof plan. It just depended when I woke up. Hidden inside Jacob's hand, a small blade. As long as we weren't dropped off yet, the plan we discussed in the car had a chance. Everything went black.

TBC

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:52 pm

Even better man!

I love them being forced into clothing and being replaced but I hope they find a way out!

Please continue!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Nov 04, 2012 4:03 pm

I awoke to the sound of a plane engine. Gazing at the back of a long seat in a small 5-seat Cessna plane. Me and Shaun were dumped in the back of the plane. I looked and perceived my situation. We both were still in our colored clothes, tied and chained the same. Our mouths were actually not gagged. Josh and Jason must've been serious about dumping us in the Borreal Forest because below was merely forest as far as the eye could see.

I looked at Jacob whose cleverly hidden blade allowed him to saw through his straight jacket. He had already succeeded as though chains remained around his chest, both his arms were completely free and movable. He quietly undid my straight jacket so we now both had our arms free. The only thing that was bound was our heavily chained ankles.

Now me and Jacob implemented our plan. Unseen from the pilots cabin in front. He began.

"Shaun! Wake up they're going to dump us in the forest! HELP HELP HELP!

The two up front heard us faintly over the loud plain engine. "Jason," Josh said piloting the plane, "tape his mouth shut."
Jason crawled to the back and climbed back with us, where Jacob stunned him with a punch to the groin, where I applied a chloroform rag left in the back to his mouth. It was brilliant. Now knocked out, Jacob stole Jason's clothing and put them on.

We were to outswitch these punks. I put the red socks on Jason, then shorts, then shirt on the unconscious kid. We found the keys to our chains on Jason freeing ourselves.

We heard shouting from the front. "Jason! What's the hold up!"
Coming Jacob said as he climbed to the front seat. Now in Jason's clothes, Josh thought Jacob was Jason.
I taped Jason's mouth shut then chained him up now in red clothes. Josh now would think Jason was Jacob.

Now I screamed. "HELP PLEASE!"

Dammit! Said Jacob in the front. Josh can you tape up Shaun this time. Make it tight."

Josh agreed, putting the plane on autopilot.

Soon I jumped Josh as soon as he jumped in the back. "Jason helppp!" He screamed then noticed the fact I was unchained and the unconscious red figure. He knew he'd been dukes as Jacob jumped him from behind. Duct tape over his mouth. Chains over his wrists, ankles, then to his brother.

We managed to land in a clearing where me and Jacob dumped the twins off in the Boreal Forest as they tried to do with us. The anger in their eyes as we tossed the keys to the chains to them was scarring. The last we saw them they were below us desparately trying to unchain themselves trapped in the desolate Canadian forests below.

We managed to fly home. Somehow. Abandoning the plane in a field and running home. The only thing our parents said not knowing what had happened was "Looking very blue today Shaun."
"The tape on your socks is hilarious." added Mom. We lost our shoes too. Josh and Jason had them. That took some explaining.

Since then me and Jacob.. I mean Jake have become great friends. We knew though our quadruplets would escape that forest and be back for revenge. But for now we were just identical freshman soccer playing twins. For now.

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby tiedup101 » Sun Nov 04, 2012 5:31 pm

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Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Nov 04, 2012 5:36 pm

Great story man!

Will we see more from Shawn and Jake?
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Nov 04, 2012 6:03 pm

You bet, I've already kick started a continuation.

Re: The Twins: An Intervention M/M

Postby samstud95 » Wed Nov 07, 2012 2:51 am

Yup cool story and yeh i will look at the continuation for sure!!!! :)