They took away all his senses.
First, They locked him up in the cold, dark room with his hands and legs tied together. They took his clothes, leaving him cold and exposed. His cheek pressed into the concrete floor. The only noise he could hear was the creaking of the floorboards above him.
Next They covered his eyes with a cloth and plugged his ears. His paranoia grew from there.
It was dark.
So dark.
He couldn't see or hear anything- they could kill him at any time and he would be unaware of it.
He grew afraid of the dark that was choking him.
Lastly, They ball gagged him, keeping his sobs to low whimpers.
He didn't have any control.
Whenever They came into the room they teased him with small touches, bringing him to tears that stained his blindfold and screams that made his jaw sore and wouldn't pass the ball gag.
They only cared for his needs enough to keep him alive.
Matthew lost track of how long he had been in the damned room. He only slept when he was tired and there was no system in which They attended him.
Two weeks, maybe more, is how long he assumed he had been locked up. He was right.
On the first day of the third week They took off his ball gag, being treated by Matthew's pathetic sobs and begs.
"Puh-Please, do-don't leave me- p-please! Not a-again!" Matthew begged as he squirmed towards the closest. Fresh tears stained his cheeks.
A low chuckle sounded throughout the room, but Matthew couldn't hear it.
A hand was placed on his head, stroking his soft locks in a loving way. Another hand wiped tears from his cheeks. Another hand rid him of an ear plug.
"Oh, Mattvey, we can't do that." A voice heavily accented with a Russian accent spoke.
"Yeah, Mattie! You tried escaping- you almost did! You were almost free, Mattie." The second, much louder voice spoke out, sounding like it was almost taunting Matthew. "You need to be punished, Mattie. Until you learn how much you need us."
"How much you love us. We love you, Mattvey." The Russian voice purred by his ear.
"I lo-love you!" Matthew choked between sobs. "I-Ivan, Al-Alfred, please! I need you..."
There were two pairs of laughter.
"We know, Mattvey. We know."
The earplugs were put back in his ears and the ball gag was in his mouth again, blocking off a desperate scream.
...
Ivan returned the next day.
Matthew had pushed himself back into a corner and had curled in on himself. He was shaking and whimpering. The sight caused a sad smile to find its way onto Ivan's features.
"My dear Mattvey." He purred, not caring that the trembling teen couldn't hear him. "I love you so much. I'm doing this for your own good. I love you..."
Ivan approached his love and pulled out the earplugs.
Matthew's breath hitched.
Ivan pulled off the blindfold, staring into the beautiful amethystine orbs that blinked up at him.
Matthew blinked away the haze from not being able to see for over a week and returned Ivan's stare.
It was hard to see without his glasses.
Matthew's eyes swelled with stinging tears.
"Hello, my love." Ivan grinned menacingly down at the poor boy.
Ivan unclasped the ball gag and replaced it with his own lips.
Matthew desperately returned the kiss, wriggling forward to press his body against the Russian mans.
It was over too soon for either of them, but Ivan had a job to do.
When he retreated from the dark room a whimper escaped from Matthew, turning into a hoarse cry when Ivan returned, a metallic object scraping against the concrete ground.
Matthew pressed himself against the wall, his eyes as wide as saucers and his mouth opening and closing rapidly as he cried out pleas.
"I'm doing this for you!" Ivan murmured, voice sounding regretful, as he grabbed Matthew by his golden locks and pulling him forward. His head smashed painfully against the concrete and Ivan kicked Matthew onto his back. Without waiting another moment Ivan brought the pipe down into Matthews gut, bringing his strangled cry to a halt.
He repeated the action, not using even half of his full strength.
"You tried to leave us, Mattvey!" Ivan hissed through clenched teeth as he continued bashing down onto Matthew, eventually throwing the bloodied pipe off to the side and attacking him with his strong kicks. "Do you know how that makes us feel? We've been doing so much for you, and thats how you show your gratitude? We have to punish you, now. We have to show you how much you need us. How much you love us!"
One of his kicks sent Matthew into the stone wall.
"I'm sorry!" Matthew wailed, lowering his head in an attempt to cover himself from Ivan's blows. "I-I'm sorry, Ivan! I lo-love you!"
Ivan had stopped attacking him, instead staring down at the bleeding, crying, trembling heap.
"You better." Ivan smiled much like someone would to a child. He stroked Matthews swollen cheek. "I love you, too, my sunflower."
Much to Matthews dismay, Ivan left.
...
Alfred was the one to enter the room to care to Matthews wounds.
He walked up to the shaking pile, lovingly picking him up and cradling Matthew to his chest.
"Did you learn your lesson?" Alfred asked, pulling cleansing wipes out of the first aid kit he had with him. He started wiping blood from Matthews wounds.
"...Yes, Al-Alfred." Matthew murmured, his raw hands balling into fists and wishing he could cling to his brother and never let go.
"Are you ever going to try and escape?" Alfred urged, discarding the dirty cloth and retrieving a clean one.
"...No..."
Alfred smirked and kissed the golden locks. "Why?"
"...Because I ne-need you... I lo-love you..."
Alfred's smirk grew and he finished patching up Matthews wounds.
"Good boy... Good boy. You're going to have some beautiful bruises. Don't worry, they will fade soon enough. I love you." Alfred stood up, the small and frail body of Matthew in his arms.
He left the room- the basement- and walked up a small flight of stairs. The bright lights caused Matthew to flinch into Alfred. Alfred walked into the living room where Ivan was sitting on the couch and reading a book in Russian.
He looked up when he heard Alfred approaching and grinned at the boy in his arms.
Alfred gently eased Matthew onto his own feet and he slowly stumbled to Ivan. He sunk to the ground by his legs and put his head on his thighs.
"I'm sorry," Matthew croaked out. "I love you."
"And I, you, my sunflower." Ivan pulled the small bundle up onto his lap, bringing their lips together with breathtaking passion.
The kiss wasn't left one-sided, and Matthew eagerly opened his mouth to let Ivan's prodding tongue in.
Alfred, feeling left out, came behind the two others and wrapped his arms around Matthews waist, his fingers ghosting below his belly button and just above his crotch.
Matthew groaned softly and rolled his head back onto Alfred's shoulder.
"Wow, Mattie!" Alfred laughed softly. "You're reacting so nicely to our touches."
Ivan chuckled and bucked his hips up, adoring Matthews cute reaction.
"You missed this, da?" Ivan teased while leaning forward to clasp one of Matthews pert nipples in his mouth.
Matthew mewled.
Alfred's hands wandered lower till they were rubbing against the base of his hardening prick.
"Please..." Matthew moaned out, his hips bucking up to try and get Alfred to touch him.
"Please what?" Alfred murmured into his ear, latching his teeth to the area just below.
"Touch me... M-More." Matthew begged as he wiggled in the two men's grasp.
Alfred finally complied and wrapped his hand around Matthews cock, pumping him a few times.
Ivan brought two fingers up to Matthews mouth and he eagerly took them in, sucking and coating them with saliva.
Ivan pulled the digits out with a wet pop and brought them to Matthews beautiful backside.
He slid one of the fingers in, thrusting in and out a few times before adding the second.
"Fuck... Always so tight, Mattvey!" Ivan cooed and latched onto another nipple.
Matthew cried out, pushing himself onto the fingers and whining when they were pulled out.
Sometimeduring Ivan's time preparing Matthew, Alfred had pulled away and unzipped his trousers to let his rock hard length out. He pressed his body flush against Matthew's and hooked his arms under his knees, pulling him up off of Ivan, spreading his legs so the Russian man could see all of him.
Ivan licked his lips like a predator going in for the kill and unleashed his erection from his pants. He stood up and grabbed Matthew's ankles, pressing against him and squishing him against Alfred.
He slowly eased his thick length into Matthew, earning a whine mixed with pain and pleasure. He managed to press himself balls deep into his younger lover in record time, earning himself strangled moans.
"Wait," Alfred grumbled just before Ivan had the chance to pull out and thrust back in. "I want to try something."
Alfred pressed his finger into Matthews tight hole, forcing it more open than its ever been.
In a bout of confusion Matthew twisted his head to stare down at his aching ass.
Alfred thrust his finger in a mere few times before pulling out completely, replacing his finger with his cock.
"W-Wha- Ah!" Matthew was cut off by a loud shriek when Alfred shoved himself into him alongside Ivan. It hurt. It felt like his ass was getting split in two.
He wanted it to stop.
But he didn't.
Matthew had to be brave and go through with this to pleasure both his lovers, Ivan and Alfred. If he didn't they would be angry and punish him. He wanted to make them happy.
The other two waited a few moments for Matthew's rapid trembling to cease, and they took that as a sign to start bucking into him at a controlled pace.
Matthew cried out harshly, his head rolling back on his shoulders.
He had to do this.
He had to do this for Ivan and Alfred.
Wow okay what even is this?
I'm sick and tired and my keyboard broke.
Yeah, I wrote this on my phone, that's why it's so short and crappy.
Since my keyboard is broken I probably won't be updating 'If they won't notice him, maybe they'll notice his body' until I get a new one.
I'm sorry, please be patient!
This will probably just be a one-shot, unless you guys want more.
Thank you, my bestie Tayden who helped me upload this even though she hates it (heart)
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