How did he end up in a situation like this, with two men wildly thrusting into him in a house far away from any civilization where they had brought him against his will?

To his dismay, he could feel his hardened member bouncing in the heated air between him and Ivan as he and Alfred fucked him. Both of their cocks were in him so deep and it hurt so much. The only thing egging him on was Alfred pumping his cock and Ivan lapping his nipples, but he wasn't sure that it was just their sweat and precum dripping down his thighs.

Each animalistic thrust rammed his sensitive prostate, causing Matthew to cry out sharply. Alfred lowered his hand down Matthew's length to cup his stiffening balls. That brought the blond boy to completion, arching his aching back and digging his blunt nails into Ivan's shoulders as he dirtied Ivan and his stomach with his seed.

His orgasm caused a laugh from behind.

"Always so sensitive, huh, Mattie?" Alfred teased, the tightening of Matthew's hole pushing him to thrust harder and faster into the wet heat.

"Da, never took much for him to-" A grunt interrupted Ivan's sentence. "Cum."

"I'm not that far behind." Alfred panted harshly into the limp Matthew's ear. After his orgasm he had fallen back against Alfred, his body giving in on him. His glassy eyes stared into the lustful purple voids of Ivan.

Alfred pulled harder on Matthew's legs, forcing him to bend more.

Each man came into Matthew with a moan, reluctantly pulling out of him (a sly comment coming from Alfred on how damn sexy Matthew looked with sperm trailing down his legs) and resting the weary boy on the couch.

They sat on either side of him, somehow wiggling around till one half of Matthew was on each of their laps.

The boy stared straight ahead at the blank television, and, mumbling a small 'I love you...' to his captors, he remembered how this came to be.

... Four months back ...

A fist in his gut caused Matthew to topple onto his knees, his thin-framed glasses slipping and falling off of his face.

Matthew didn't look up at his bullies.

He knew the blank expression on his face would only anger them more.

"You stupid cocksucker!" Someone spat at him. "Look at someone when they are talkin' to you!"

Matthew slowly raised his head and stared up at the three other teenage boys.

A fist connected with his babyish face, causing him to reel over and pinch the bridge of his now bloody nose.

"I bet you like this, huh? I bet you would like it more with our dicks in your mouth, you fucking faggot!"

Out of all the things he could be picked on, why the fact that he likes men?

"You're such a faggot no one in the school even notices you! They don't want to catch your faggot-ness."

A smile found its way upon Matthew's features and he raised his head. Blood was smeared from his nose to his lips and chin.

"Those are the best insults you can manage? Seriously? Pre-schoolers could do better." Matthew said with a smirk. He knew better than to urge his attackers on like this, but he couldn't resist.

He couldn't see the rage flash on the ugly faces of the three other teens since he wasn't wearing glasses, but before they could do anything a larger than life voice spoke behind Matthew.

"Oi, what do you think you're doing?"

Matthew felt his stomach drop (in a good way) when he instantly recognized the voice of his older brother, Alfred.

Alfred had always been better than Matthew. He had more friends, he was more popular, and, even though he was dumber, he had the better life. He was older than Matthew by five years and had graduated, though his name stayed behind, weather it be good or bad.

"Shit..." Matthew heard one of his prosecutors mutter. "We're gonna get you back good next time, Matt."

He heard their footfalls retreating but Matthew was already stumbling his way into Alfred's arms.

"Where did they hurt you?" Alfred asked quietly while brushing Matthew's hair to the side. "And where are your glasses?"

Matthew shrugged to both of the questions, instead just wiping blood off of his face.

Alfred frowned and pulled his baby brother into a tight hug before pulling away to look for his glasses.

It was awkward to admit, and Matthew would never do so, but Alfred was his best, and probable only, friend. He had been ever since they were little.

People found it fun to use Matthew as a punching bag, but Alfred and his gang of friends were always there to help out the poor boy. Because of all his poor experiences with other kids, Matthew became quite shy and poor at socializing. Matthew didn't find the need to socialize if he had Alfred with him. Though, more often than not Alfred could be a little possessive, not telling when Matthew needed his alone time.

That was just Alfred, though, and Matthew wouldn't change him for the world.

Over the years Matthew became quite close to Alfred's ragtag group of friends. He wouldn't even call them friends.

Arthur seemed to hate everyone, Francis was a jolly old pervert that pissed everyone (especially Arthur) off, Ivan was scary and hard to talk with, and Gilbert and Alfred were just annoying.

Matthew was the glue that held them all together. Everyone adored the small, shy boy, and they protected him like a set of personal body guards.

They couldn't always be with him, though, like times like right after or during school.

Alfred returned to Matthew and slipped the glasses onto his face.

Matthew stared at him and sniffled up blood that was still leaking from his nostrils.

"I hate this..." He mumbled, reaching under his glasses to gingerly rub his eyes. "Why can't I be normal?"

"No one is normal, Mattie!" Alfred cooed, once again pulling his brother into an embrace. "I love you just the way you are."

Another odd thing about Alfred is that he always insisted on telling Matthew how much he loved him.

"Ah, is little Mattvey hurt?"

Matthew turned his head, still locked in a hug with Alfred, and smiled.

Ivan Braginski.

Probably the scariest man Matthew knew.

Though it was more like those bulldog documentaries where they explain how that they are cute and cuddly, just like other dogs. Ivan was definitely a bulldog.

Ivan had been with Alfred and Matthew from the start, trying to escape a drunken father in the safe haven of his neighbours house. Ivan had instantly taken a liking to the small baby Matthew, the admiration sticking throughout their years together. He was kind of like a second brother.

If anyone touched Matthew, Ivan would be on the scene to stop them.

It was terrifying, and Matthew always found himself having to beg the large mountain of a man to stop.

"N-No, I'm fine." Matthew insisted with a shaky breath. "Just some assholes calling names. Alfred broke it up."

Ivan seemed skeptical for a moment, though he approached the still hugging duo and joined them.

"That is good. I love little Mattvey."

The same situation was with Ivan- always insisting to tell Matthew how much he loved him.

From what Arthur said, Ivan and Alfred never got along when Matthew wasn't around, but when the younger boy showed up it was like they were best pals.

Matthew was okay with that. If this was how he would spend high school, with a group of graduates, so be it.

...

The next day was Saturday.

Matthew could sleep in.

Well, he could, if only he hadn't be awoken by Alfred who was shaking him wildly.

"What...?" Matthew groggily groaned, rolling onto his side so his back would be facing his annoying older brother.

"Me and Ivan have a surprise for you!" Alfred said joyously, sounding like an eager child on Christmas morning. "We worked really hard on it."

Matthew heaved himself onto his other side to squint at his brother. "Fine... But it better not be a cake made out of burgers." The tired teen grumbled and hesitantly pulled on his thin glasses.

"Oh, no. We have to drive there. And its a surprise, so you gotta out on a blindfold!" Alfred grinned from ear-to-ear and pulled Matthew out of his room, not even letting the poor boy change out of his sleeping attire; soccer shorts and a wife beater. Matthew complained of how hungry he was when they were passing by the kitchen to get to the front door.

Out front Ivan was waiting for them, leaning against his blue raptor, a bottle of Vodka in one hand and his famous pink scarf in the other. When he spotted Alfred pulling his reluctant sibling out of their house he grinned and pushed off of the vehicle.

"Ah! Mattvey is coming. Good. Mattvey knows he will have to put this on, da?" Ivan grinned at his small companion, raising his scarf and waving it in front of Matthew's face.

"Yeah. I don't get why you have to blindfold me, though. Unless your trying to recreate those videos where parents trick their kids by saying they are going to the dentist when they are actually going to Disney land." Matthew huffed, not fighting when Ivan pulled his glasses off the bridge of his nose and wrapped the soft fabric around his eyes.

Ivan and Alfred didn't respond to that, only pulling Matthew into the back of the truck and fastening him in. Matthew felt Alfred slip in next to him and Ivan start up the engine.

Not that much later Matthew drifted off, needing to catch up on the Z's Alfred pulled him from.

He didn't know how long the trip was, for the next thing he knew he was being shaken awake for the second time that day.

"Wakie wakie, eggs and bakie!" Alfred sang happily, ecstatically unbuckling his brother and tugging him across the seat.

"Wh- Alfred, hold on! Gosh..." Matthew growled under his breath as he found his footing to clamber out of the truck.

When he was freed from the vehicle he first thing he smelt was the trees and felt the soft ground under his bare feet.

Oh, great. He didn't even have shoes.

The beautiful silence stunned him, the only sound being the songs from the birds around them.

If Ivan and Alfred took him camping then Matthew was very amused.

"Okay, okay, come forward a bit and we'll take off your blindfold."

Alfred pulled the blinded Matthew forward by his arm, leading him up two steps.

A porch?

Was it a cabin?

Matthew felt Ivan brush past him and open a door.

It was a cabin.

"Did you guys-" Before he could finish his sentence, Matthew was pushed forward. His toes caught on something and he stumbled forward, his hands flailing in front of him to break his fall. He hit his knees painfully first, then his hands, on the wooden floor.

"Ow, what the Hell?" Matthew shrieked, going to pull off his blindfold only to have someone pull his wrists together with one hand and squeeze harshly, causing Matthew to cry out and try to squirm away.

"Alfred, the idiot, forgot to make preparations, so we'll be back, my sunflower." Ivan purred, pressing his lips to Matthew's palm. He grabbed the loose ends of his scarf and tied them painfully tight around Matthew's wrists, keeping his hands together and behind his back.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Matthew cried out and tried to pull himself free.

"See ya later, Mattie! Be safe, there are wild animals outside and they might break in if you're screaming." Alfred laughed.

Matthew heard two sets of footsteps leave the building and close the door, licking it behind them with a small click.

"Guys, stop, this isn't funny!" Matthew hollered and sat up on his knees. His head whipped back and forth and his chest heaved with each breath that wouldn't satisfy his lungs. "Okay, you got me! I'm freaking out! Come back and let's go!"

There wasn't a response.

Matthew managed to steadily stand on his own to feet and waddle around till he made contact with a wall. He slammed into the wall, cursing softly under his breath. There was a building pressure behind his eyes, threatening tears.

Alfred and Ivan would never do this! It was just some dumb joke!

"G-Guys, please, I promise I won't get you back for this!" Matthew begged, his throat starting to feel raw from his screeching.

The floorboards creaked.

Matthew's eyes widened and he slid down the side of the wall.

Something scratched against a window.

Matthew tried steadying his breathing, but it kept coming out in ragged gasps.

This had to be some joke!

...

Ivan and Alfred returned a day later, pushing open the door to the two story cabin while arguing amongst themselves. They both had a large bag in each hand.

At the sight of Matthew they stopped talking.

Matthew was in the middle of the front entrance, his arms awkwardly bent behind his head. His hair and blindfold were messed up, but his eyes were still covered. A trail of spit ran down the side of his mouth, but the most interesting part was the wet spot in his shorts, down his legs, and pooling around him.

"Aww! Mattie's so scared he wet himself!" Alfred cooed, his loud voice frightening Matthew awake.

Matthew didn't say a word, he only trembled. It was still only the beginning of Fall, so he couldn't be cold.

Of course he noticed the embarrassing wetness between his legs; he just pretended he didn't.

"That is natural." Ivan said, though he couldn't hide his adoring smirk. He placed the bags beside the door and Alfred did the same. "How was your night, Mattvey?"

Still no response from Matthew. Ivan frowned and gently kicked him in the side, causing him to jerk and cry out.

"Why are you doing this? It isn't funny!" Matthew felt like he was going to hyperventilate again.

"Ah, Mattie! We're not doing it for kicks, we're doing it because we love you." Alfred said gleefully.

Ivan crouched beside the frightened boy and rubbed the side he kicked, earning a small hiss and for Matthew to pull away from him.

"Don't fucking touch me! This isn't love!"

"Mattvey, don't be so cold!"

Alfred knelt on the other side of Matthew and stared at the mess he made. "We should probably clean him up now. Grab his legs. Don't look at me like that!"

A small argument broke out between them before they picked up a struggling Matthew, Ivan being cautious of the urine dripping down Matthews leg. Not that he minded. Anything coming from Matthew he loved.

They brought him up to the second floor and put him in a bathtub; one of those you see in romance novels. This certainly wasn't a romance novel (to Matthew, at least).

Ivan pulled off his soiled shorts and boxers while Alfred pulled off his top, Matthew constantly trying to hide his body.

"Don't hide from us, Mattie!" Alfred grinned and wrapped his arms around Matthew, right under his armpits, and pressed his hands against his nipples.

"Get the fuck away!" Matthew gasped, his struggles growing harder. "You're my brother!"

Alfred chuckled darkly and turned Matthew by his chin, smacking their lips together and forcing his tongue into his mouth.

Matthew responded by biting down.

Alfred snapped his head back and brought a hand to his mouth. "He fucking bit me!"

Ivan laughed and slapped Matthew's knee gently, in a friendly manor. "What did you expect?"

Ivan's hands moved from Matthews knees to his thighs, but they stayed there only to pin him down.

Alfred snarled something harsh under his breath, something about using the ball gag, and tugged on one of the ends of Ivan's scarf, pulling Matthew's head back to bang against the side of the tub. He yelped at the sudden action and tried turning around though his hands were still tied behind his back. And he was still blindfolded.

Alfred held him down by his shoulders, one arm wrapping around him so he could turn on the warm water to fill the tub.

"Why are you doing this...?" Matthew whimpered out, his voice cracking at the end.

As if practiced, both men laughed joyously, "Because we love you, Mattie/Mattvey!"

Matthew didn't know what demonic Cupid he was cursed with.

Awkward cough.

Uh.

I'm still sick. My keyboard is still broken. It's 2 in the morning.

Forgive me ＿

But here it is! Chapter 2 of the only crappy story I'm willing to do on my phone!

This is so lame I'm such a dweeb omg.