As a kid, I didn't have much of a childhood. It was always about the throne. Everything my brothers and I were, everything we lived for. It was always the throne. My father had made it very clear that he would choose the next king.
Two of my brothers were very aggressive about who would be king; their names were Elliot and Stanley. I heard a rumor not long ago that they've thrown away their passions to become king, and now they're petty criminals. Of course, I'm sure it was just a rumor. They were more than determined to be king, or at least they were when I knew them.

I remember when I was twelve I used to say things like, "When I grow up I'm gonna be a better king than all of you!" They only used to laugh at it, but around the time, I turned seventeen it started bothering them. I remember one day when Elliot started picking on me I yelled at him that I'd be a better king than him and Stanley, and I said that they would never be half the man I'd be. At the time I didn't know Stanley was in the doorway listening, he was the most aggressive. To be perfectly honest they beat the hell out of me for that. I think that's when all the abuse really started. After that any time I made stupid comments like that they would spend hours just beating the hell out of me.

On the day of my father's death, he told us whom he had chosen to be the next king. It wasn't I, but it wasn't Elliot or Stanley either, and that night I said something to them that I regret even now. After dinner, they started pushing me around like they always did, and they rubbed it in that I wasn't chosen as the next king, thus I said something stupid.

"So I wasn't chosen as the next king!" I yelled. "It sucks okay, but at least I can be thankful for one thing!"

Elliot grabbed me by the collar. "And what would that be?" He asked in a low growl.

"Neither of you jerks was chosen either!" I yelled in his face.

If I hadn't said that maybe things would've turned out different that night, but seeing as though it is what I said, the following happened.

Elliot punched me hard in the jaw. Stanley stepped close to me and kicked me hard in the stomach.

"You piece of shit." Stanley said angrily. He picked me up by the collar and shoved me hard against the wall, "You're gonna regret that."

He was right though, I do regret it.

He turned me around, and shoved my face into the wall, "What are you doing Stanl-"

"Shut up or I'll make you wish you were dead." He said aggravated.

I kept quiet in fear of what he might do.

I felt his arm snake around my waist as he began undoing my pants. After unbuttoning them, they slid down to my ankles.

"S-Stanley?" I asked in fear.

"He said shut up." Elliot said from behind Stanley.

The only thing left to cover my bottom half was my undergarment. His hand was on the small of my lower back now; it was simply resting there as if waiting for something. Without further warning, he grabbed the back of my undergarment and pulled it down quickly. I quietly gasped knowing that my ass was exposed to two of my brothers, my eyes widened as I stared in shock at the wall.

Stanley leaned into my ear and whispered, "I want you to do me a favor, can you do it?" He asked, his breath tickled my ear, but it wasn't pleasant. It was almost sinister.

I nodded my head yes.

In truth, I was hoping if I had nodded my head yes then he'd give my pants and undergarment back and maybe leave. As I'm sure you've already guessed, that's not what happened.

Elliot smirked, "Don't move, and don't make a sound." He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Can you do that?"

I nodded my head yes, I was shaking in fear. I didn't know what to do.

This was just the beginning.

He pulled my undergarment down all the way, exposing my entire lower half. I reached down to cover my member.

I could hear Elliot laughing in the background. Tears were building in my eyes; I didn't understand what kind of prank this was.

I stood there facing the wall holding my dick for maybe five minutes, until I felt something. Hands, on my ass. Stanley's hands, each hand held one cheek, he was spreading my ass cheeks apart. I gulped, and I opened my mouth to say something, when Elliot spoke up.

"Don't make a sound, remember?"

I nodded my head, and stared at the floor. Suddenly I felt something poke at my entrance from behind. After a few seconds, it found the hole it was looking for. It slowly entered.

I remember feeling pain shoot through my body, and I remember not being able to do as he asked.

It hurt; there was pain everywhere. I screamed and begged him to stop. "Stanley! It hurts! Make it stop please!"

Elliot came up beside me and covered my mouth, "Oh you've done it now." He said angrily.

Stanley began to thrust in and out, repeatedly. I cried more that night than I ever had my entire life. He was groaning in my ear. He looked at Elliot and said, "He's… fucking tight." He said in between grunts.

Elliot, who was still covering my mouth, said, "I want a turn."

He got his turn. They both got more than one turn; they did that all night. Taking turns, they didn't stop until they had both been completely satisfied.

This went on until I turned nineteen, after that I left. I still wanted to be king. It took me a year to find Arendale. When I did I met Anna, and I betrayed her. Now I'm here, on my way to prison.

I let out a short sigh, and look down, why did I do it? I constantly asked myself.

Before I know it, the guards are escorting me to a cell.

"So here it is, your cell." The guard said. "We were told you were already quite familiar with your cellmates."

I look into the cell. The two cellmates are in the corner in the dark, but I recognize them instantly. "No…" I said to the guard. The guard shoved me in the cell. "No. Please!" I yelled. The guard slammed the barred door shut and began walking away. "Please! You don't understand! You can't do this to me…" He continued walking, "Please!" I yelled.

"Didn't think you'd see us again?" He laughed, "Little brother…"