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Chapter Six

Hi guys, I know its been a super long time since I last updated, but things have been kind of crazy recently. Hopefully, I'm now back on track to finish this. Yay! Warning: This chapter does include a panic attack and non-consensual spanking. Sorry if thats triggering for anyone.

"Come on Josh, try and eat a little bit more sweetheart." Blaire was leaning across the table, looking down at Josh with the same pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows you would find on a worried parent. "You've barely touched it."
Josh had, in fact, not touched it at all. He had done nothing but glare down at the plate of food since it'd been put down before him fifteen minutes ago and he did not plan on eating it anytime in the near future either.

It was a protest. History had shown that food strikes often get you what you want, and all Josh wants at the moment is to get the hell out of here.

One week, it has been one week since he'd been taken. His health had almost completely returned but he still feels so weak. The triplets were all so much stronger and smarter than Josh, and his hopes of finding a way to escape were dwindling. "Josh," Robbie called him out of his reverie, "eat, please." His tone was firm, but soft. Josh shook his head, no he would not eat. If he couldn't escape by practical means then he would guilt trip his kidnappers into letting him go.

This no food thing had been going on since Josh woke up that morning, with him refusing to eat, drink or talk to them. The boys had fretted over him all day: checking his temperature, calling the doctor, putting him in "time out." (The thought of that stupid little corner where he was forced to stare at a blank bit of wall made Josh scowl even harder.) Now Blaire had made Josh his favourite meal, mac n cheese, in another attempt to coax Josh into eating. Well, it wasn't going to work, no matter how amazing the dish looked, he would not crack.

Tyler, who had been sat reading the paper at the other side of the table, slammed his hand down on the oak. "Joshua, eat," He seethed and Josh wavered. Tyler hadn't even looked up from his paper but Josh knew that if he did there'd be hell to pay.

Wavering slightly, Josh held on. He would not give in to them, no matter how scary Tyler was when he was angry. Josh looked down at the mac n cheese. If he was going to make the brothers really decide he wasn't worth the effort, he would have to employ maximum irritation. Josh put his hand out like he was going to eat it. (Hope shone in both Blaire and Robbie's eyes as they sighed in relief). Without saying anything, he pushed the bowl off the table. It smashed into a million pieces, the macaroni covering all clean workspaces. A tiny shard cut Josh's arm and he began to bleed.
"Josh!" Blaire screamed, rushing to find a plaster. (Its amazing how one of the most dangerous men in America was such a mom). But Josh felt great, a triumphant smile spread across his face. Finally, he was taking action.

His smile died when he looked over at Tyler.

Slamming his paper down, Tyler shot up and stalked over to Josh. Robbie stood up too. At that point, Blaire rushed in with his plasters. Pulling out a large bandage, the tiny cut on Josh's arm was soon covered in a makeshift pot. All Josh could do was stare off into the distance. He was actually quite scared now. Maybe they'd decide he wasn't worth the effort, but instead of letting him go they'd lock him away in some dingy basement, or sell him to some criminal thug, or... or kill him! Josh began to hyperventalate, suddenly the whole kitchen began to spin. He squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the table for balance.
"Josh... Josh!! Look at me!" Tyler had Josh's face in his hands, "come on sweetheart, breathe with me, breathe." Josh's breathing began to even out  He blinked and there was Tyler's dark, brown eyes staring into his. They were really beautiful.

Josh blinked again and Blaire had him in a choking hug while Robbie ruffled his hair.
"Phew, don't scare us like that Joshie," Robbie laughed to hide the genuine fear he felt from seeing Josh like that. Josh just scrunched his nose up at yet another pet name. The boys all backed away then, and Josh looked down at the shattered plate and food on the floor. Maybe he went a little far with the food strike. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, swallowing his pride and avoiding eye contact. Both Robbie and Blaire pursed their lips, but Tyler's expression got harder. "We'll forgive you baby. After your punishment," he said.
Josh's eyes shot up, "punishment?" He asked incredulously but before he could firm a sentence, Tyler had picked him up bridal style and carried him over to the couch.

Without waiting any longer, Tyler had Josh over his lap. "No!" Josh squirmed, trying to get away, "I'm sorry!" All his bravery had melted away and a crying little boy was all that was left.
"No Josh, you need to understand that we will not accept behaviour like this. You are getting a hard spanking for being a naughty little boy." Tyler's tone was firm as he unbuttoned Josh's jeans, yanking them down to his ankles. Josh cried even more as Robbie and Blaire came and sat down on the opposite couch. The embarrassment of the situation made his face go beat red as he squeezed his eyes shut, 'this isn't happening', 'this isn't real', he repeated in his head.

But it was real, painfully real as Tyler's firm hand made its first painful Strike. Without pausing for inflection, Tyler continued at an alarmingly fast pace. Within minutes, Josh was sobbing like he'd never sobbed before. Wiggling and squirming as the painful strikes continued.

Tyler varied his aim, targeting every part of Josh's buttox to maximum effect. His ass swelled and steamed as the smacks continued coming hard and fast, when suddenly, it stopped. Josh breathed a sigh of relief and tried to stand up but Tyler just pushed him back down and began to remove his boxers, revealing Josh's crimson ass. Josh's happiness that it was over shattered as Tyler then continued his onslought, seeming to smack even harder than before. Josh choked on a sob, his toes drummed aginst the couch as he continued to wiggle and squirm, desperately seeking solace from the never-ending rain of spanks.

Finally Tyler stopped, but Josh just lay linp over his legs, tears still streaming down his face. "What do we say Josh?" Tyler asked, sounding a little out of breath.
Josh looked up at Blaire and Robbie who looked on with hardened exppressions.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled.
Tyler pulled Josh up from his position, cuddling him into his chest. "I'm sorry what Joshua?"
Josh scrunched his nose up in confusion, "erm... I'm sorry... guys?"
Blaire and Robbie shook their heads in disappointment, whilst Tyler sighed too. Blaire answered, "Josh, I thought it might be clear to you now. We're not looking for a 'normal' relationship. We like being completely in control of our sexual partners..."
Robbied continued, "and we would like you to call us daddy." Josh's eyes widened, as his head shot up to look at Tyler. Hoping this would all be a joke, that Tyler would look down, laugh and say 'gotcha!'  But when Josh looked up, Tyler was already looking down. He was smiling, but it was a sharks grin. All teeth and malice. "You don't really have much of a choice darling. So Joshua, I'm sorry what?"
Josh looked around for an escape, some form of exit, anywhere he could dissapear to for safety, but they had him surrounded. He was caged in with their predatory gaze set on him. His face twitched as he sighed in defeat, "I'm sorry daddy." Their expressions lifted then into an image of complete bliss. Josh was nearly sick. 'I will escape,' he thought, 'I have to.'

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