It was no longer uncommon for Treavor to find himself in situations he didn't like, especially when it came to his brothers.
Morgan and Custis were cruel… The kind of terrible which would have Treavor's stomach churning, his skin prickling and eyes watering just at the mere thought of them… Of what they did to him...
Morgan did so love to see him cry. Whenever the younger twin decided that their baby brother absolutely needed to be fucked and filled at odd hours of the day, regardless of Treavor's opinion or unwillingness.
Morgan would leave his shoulders and throat bloody and bruised with bites and too rough kisses. Pin him to the walls of their homes, bend him over tables or chairs, gather Treavor into his lap…
Morgan would leave him loose and sore and slick with seed which would inevitably dribble messily down his thighs and stain his pants when he moved to stand no matter how painful or uncomfortable it was...
Treavor, if left alone after a… Session… Always forced himself to leave as soon as he could, because he knew, from experience that, if he stayed, the twin to find him would undoubtedly indulge themselves in his perfectly fuckable state…
Sex with Morgan was typically a painful affair, one way or another at least. If Morgan saw fit to prepare Treavor nicely on his fingers, Treavor could expect no less than a dozen bites to his shoulders. And if Morgan shirked time to properly prepare him, well… That was a punishment all on it's own
Oh but Custis… Custis could be just as horrible as his twin when he wanted to be.
But Custis was a different kind of horrible.
See, Custis was horrible in the sense that… He relished in making Treavor sob and squeal in delight rather than choke in pain.
Custis would take his time to torment his baby brother, lay Treavor out beneath him, fondle him gently until he sobbed, spread Treavor open on his fingers carefully, fuck Treavor sweetly until his baby brother was a screaming mess.
And if Custis was feeling merciful, a rare occasion, or if Treavor begged particularly sorely to not be fucked, Custis would smatter his seed across Treavor's stomach, or chest, or cheeks or tongue.
Though sometimes Custis would simply order Treavor to his knees if he was feeling particularly stressed for whatever reason. Custis wouldn't admit it, but Treavor knew the elder twin delighted in watching Treavor on his knees, sucking and swallowing down his cock behind his work desk. Treavor would either leave with a full tummy or a very messy face.
Which was why Treavor found himself exactly there, knelt between his brothers thighs, that day.
Oh… And that day, Custis was being particularly cruel.
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Morgan had snagged him in the hall earlier that afternoon, Treavor hadn't even seen his brother approaching until he suddenly felt something grab his arm and yank him, hard.
Treavor lost balance, falling against the wall with a sharp exhale and moments later he found himself pinned in place with Morgan pressing against his front, his brother's thigh grinding just perfectly between Treavor's legs to have Treavor on his toes as he whispered a sultry little request.
"Custis has been stuck behind his desk since breakfast Treavor." The younger twin purred as his thumbs just slipped beneath the hem of Treavor's shirt.
Treavor tried to shove his brother away, but all that earned him was Morgan pressing his knee just to his crotch, grinding upward gently enough to have Treavor gripping his mouth to stifle the little noises his brother was drawing from him.
"Why don't you go fetch him a cup of coffee? You know how he likes it don't you?" Morgan whispered softly, just against the shell of Treavor's ear...
There was a threat somewhere in those words.
Treavor's chest tightened at the implication… Despite the heat settling in his gut.
Morgan kissed him roughly after he nodded, one hand reaching up to tangle in Treavor's hair as he bit and sucked at his baby brother's lip. Treavor kept his hands at Morgan's chest, shoving at his brother as his need for air grew and the first tang of blood settled on his tongue.
Treavor scampered off towards the kitchens as soon as Morgan allowed him, nursing his bloody, bitten lip with his tongue as he ran, Morgan's laughter followed him.
And yes, Treavor did go to the kitchens to fetch a coffee.
Fear forced him to obey his brother, Outsider knows what hell would await him later if he didn't listen… Something far worse than their usual assaults he was sure…
The kitchen hand, a sweet older woman, cooed at him as she prepared a mug of Coffee for Custis. Her words were warm, "The Lords Pendleton are lucky to have such a caring brother. I never recall my little sister being this generous."
But they rang hollow in Treavor's head…
There was no luck here, only fear…
"Here you go young Lord." The kitchen hand chimed as she pressed a warm mug into Treavor's palms, "You best be off, feel free to come by if you need anything."
Treavor thanked her softly before retreating…
He took his time as he walked, not too long of course, couldn't have the coffee go cold before he reached Custis' office.
If Treavor was lucky, Custis would be too enthralled in his work to even notice him, he could slip in, set the mug down and slip out without fanfare or thanks. He'd done it twice before so why was to say he couldn't again?
But if Treavor was really luck, Custis wouldn't even be in the study. He'd either be over in the bedroom looking for something, in the washroom or Morgan had been lying and Custis would be somewhere else entirely…
Treavor hoped that was the case, because then he could take the coffee for himself...
Unfortunately, as it turned out, Morgan hadn't been lying and, true to his word, Treavor found Custis exactly where Morgan said he would be, sat behind his writing desk in the twins' shared study adjacent to their bedroom.
Custis' brow was creased slightly as he read over some paperwork before him, he not so as much glanced from his work up to greet whoever had entered, probably assuming it to be a hand come to change the waste bin or retreat upon seeing the room occupied…
This was good and bad for Treavor…
On one hand, Custis was enthralled in his work, to the point where, if Treavor was careful, he could probably set the mug down and retreat before his brother noticed…
On the other hand however, Custis was clearly irritated. If Treavor was caught in his study for any reason… There would be no telling if or when he'd be able to escape.
Custis would surely use his little brother to relieve some of his pent up stress, one way or another...
Treavor slowly slunk towards his brother, careful to not make the mug so much as click against the polished wood of Custis' desk as he set it down, close enough for Custis to reach, but not close enough for his brother to hit on accident.
For a brief, absurd moment, as Treavor turned away without so much as a flicker of eye contact of acknowledgement, he thought that maybe, just maybe. He could escape.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Treavor froze, his hand resting on the handle of the door, the bolt slid half way from its resting place…
"T-to the library?" Treavor responded softly as he slowly continued to turn his wrist.
"Are you asking, or telling me?" Custis responded stoically, shifting in his seat behind the desk, Treavor could feel his brother watching him…
He remained silent...
"If your so unsure, perhaps you can be useful here."
Treavor…
The door was unlocked, the latch free. All he had to do was pull the door open and run.
The chair Custis sat in whined slightly as its occupant shifted again, turning to the side.
A button was popped, a zipper tugged, clothing shifted.
"Come here Treavor."
The latch caught in the door with a deafening 'click' as Treavor dropped his hand back to his side, he stayed where he was for a brief second, not long enough to test his brother's patience, just long enough to gather the nerves to turn around.
"Good boy." Custis cooed from his seat, cock in his palm, heavy, warm, not quite hard yet, the head only just beginning to glisten… Treavor assumed he'd be working on his knees.
Treavor choked on a subdued sob as he slowly approached the desk.
"You know what to do." Custis hummed as he spread his thighs, watching as his baby brother circled the edge of the desk. Treavor merely nodded, his voice caught in his throat as shame rose red across his face and tears began dampening his cheeks.
Treavor took to his knees dutifully, settling between Custis' spread thighs, placing his hands just at his brother's knees before leaning forward slightly to offer Custis his tongue as he had done so often over the past years.
He made sure to keep his eyes open, though his gaze strayed from his brother often.
Treavor nearly flinched as the head of the prick began tapping against his cheeks, playfully smearing the dampness settled at the head against his skin, Custis' musk invaded Treavor's nose, a familiar scent which had been beaten into Treavor's head over the years.
Treavor mewled quietly as Custis swiped the head of his cock across the flat of Treavor's tongue, he stayed still however, he knew better than to deny his brothers what they wanted… If he was good now, there was a chance he'd be able to walk tomorrow.
Still, Treavor did scrunch his featured to grimace at the action.
Note, Treavor grimaced at the action, not the taste. His brothers through the years had abused his mouth and throat more times than Treavor could care to remember.
Treavor was well acquainted with the taste of prick and spend, they no longer bothered him as they once did…
But the act of kneeling before his brothers… The degrading performances he would be forced to play for his brothers…
"Look at me Treavor." Custis ordered softly, his voice a low, sultry whisper as he tangled his fingers into his little brother's hair with his free hand, the other continued to guide his cock along Treavor's tongue, slowly, rhythmically…
Treavor obeyed, a tear rolling down his cheek as he me his brother's eyes, Custis merely grinned.
"Keep watching me." The older brother instructed as he pressed the head of his cock pressed just to the tip of Treavor's tongue.
Treavor's shoulders began to quake as he sobbed silently, shame and arousal burned beneath his skin in confusing conflict as Custis began to slowly, gently rutt into his mouth, sliding his prick along Treavor's tongue, up until the head hit the roof of Treavor's mouth before he retreated.
All the while, Treavor watched Custis, and in turn, Custis watched Treavor.
The hand in Treavor's hair would tighten every time his eyes would begin to flutter, drawing Treavor's gaze back to Custis. It was difficult to maintain such heavy eye contact, especially in such an undignified position.
Treavor had to strain his eyes to meet his brother's gaze, looking up through his lashed to maintain eye contact was eventually tiresome, and unfortunately for Treavor, Custis seemed quite keen to take his time.
Eventually however, Custis did draw Treavor's head from his prick, resting the head just at Treavor's lower lip to look over his baby brother's rosy cheeks. The younger brother merely whimpered before, unconsciously, darting his tongue out to lap at the slit of his brother's cock.
Treavor told himself he was just licking his lip.
Custis stifled a very pleased with a chuckle at that, his fingers clenching in delighted surprise which drew a tepid whimper from Treavor.
"Keep going." The older brother encouraged as he released Treavor's head entirely, leaning further back in his seat, one brow cocked, a lazy grin tugging at the edges of his lips as he reached out across the desk to grab the still steaming mug Treavor had brought him.
Treavor sighed through his nose as he flicked his tongue against the head of Custis prick again and again, cautiously drawing his hand from where it had been resting at Custis' knee to stroke the rest of the shaft.
Treavor desperately tried to ignore the heavy indignity of his situation… The heat of his cheeks, the stiffness of his own prick, all the little throaty sounds he knew damn well Custis was allowing to slip past his lips on purpose and the sick, nauseating sense of pride swelling in his chest.
He tried…
He tried to reason with himself, make excuses for his treacherous body.
His cheeks were warm because he was ashamed of being reduced to this.
His prick was stiff because that was a natural bodily reaction to this sort of situation.
That sick little swell of pride?... Heartburn.
Oh, Treavor tried to deny everything, he did… He would lie to himself later when all was said and done, but there and then… He could not…
He could not deny how pleasing the little noises Custis allowed him to hear were… Especially since it was he to draw them from his brother.
He could not deny the arousal churning in his veins, despite the heavy set shame he felt, he was indeed stirred by the vile intimacy he shared with his brothers...
Custis groaned as Treavor began to properly take him into his mouth. First, mouthing at the cock rather than merely lapping at it with his tongue before he began to wetly suck at the prick, bobbing his head in hopes of getting Custis to finish sooner so he could retreat to his room, hopefully before Morgan finished with his duties for the day.
Or at least, that was what Treavor told himself.
Custis' hand returned to Treavor's hair, not quite guiding his head, but there nonetheless.
Treavor could feel his brother's gaze, but Custis seemed content to merely watch without demanding Treavor return the favor. Treavor glanced up regardless, finding Custis gaze, warm and relaxed, greeting his own.
The fingers in Treavor's hair soothed his locks before curling around to cup the back of his skull.
So much for finishing soon...
Treavor swallowed once before slacking his jaw, allowing Custis to guide his head down, down, down until his lips came to the very base of the cock. Custis sighed above him, the hand at Treavor's hair returning to the top of his head to pet him.
Treavor closed his eyes after a few moments… Focusing on his breathing, relaxing his throat as he shifted himself just so to rest his chin on the chair below… Custis didn't seem to mind, his fingers still soothing through Treavor's hair… He had Treavor right where he wanted him…
Judging by the shuffling of papers some few minutes later, Treavor could assume that Custis had resumed his work, the hand in his hair remain, but that was fine with Treavor, his brother had things he needed to get done…
A soft sort of quiet settled between the two brothers, with Custis busying himself with his work, and Treavor 'offering' himself as a warm pace for Custis to bury his prick…
The quiet allowed Treavor to forget… Forget the shame, forget the fear… Then and there, on his knees, between his brother's thighs, Treavor didn't have to think about much of anything.
He had one purpose, just one… And so long as he did it well, his brother allowed him to doze in some state of half-conscious delirium...
Occasionally however, Custis would disturb Treavor's vague daydreaming to fuck his brother's throat whenever he needed a break from his paperwork.
"You remember the last time you tried to run from us?" The oldest brother mused abruptly as he ran his fingers through Treavor's hair, guiding his baby brother wetly along his prick.
Treavor didn't dignify his brother with a response, not that he could as the cock between his lips settled down his throat once more. He did however remember the… Experience quite well.
It had happened a month or so ago. He had made a desperate break for the door while the twins were ridding themselves of their clothing. One of them, Morgan he assumed, Morgan was closest to the door he believed, snagged him.
They tutted and mocked him as they tied him down to the bed, binding his legs tight so he couldn't so much as stand if he wanted to. The twin passed him back and forth between them, taking their time, fucking him rough and hard or slow and sweet until they grew tired and left him.
The next day was somehow worse. The twins didn't let him go, oh no. He remained in the twin's room, tied tight, immobile, all day. The twins would come a go throughout the day, fuck him every chance they got before leaving again.
It was a torturous experience, one that unnerved Treavor greatly… To the point where, since that night, he had been less keen on… Disobeying his brothers so boldly…
He still hated his brothers, never misunderstand that…
But in the face of their wrath, Treavor quickly learned that obedience distilled pain…
"Treavor."
The youngest brother shuddered as he looked up to meet his brother's eyes. The subtlest twitch of Custis' lips spoke volumes of how Treavor looked then and there.
Jaw stretched wide, lips closed, cheeks hollowed, his chin and cheeks slick with spit and damp with tears.
Custis slowly pulled Treavor not quite off his cock, the head and a portion of the shaft remained firmly within Treavor's mouth.
"I asked you a question Treavor." Custis purred slyly.
The prick in Treavor's mouth obstructed his speech, but he nodded in response.
Custis hummed before tangling his fingers into Treavor's hair and forcing his head back down until Treavor's nose was buried in Custis' crotch again.
"You are a wonderful distraction Treavor." His older brother hummed lightly, pausing to watched as Treavor swallowed and gasped around the cock lodged solidly down his throat.
"I'm going to finish across your cheeks Treavor." Custis declared simply, "Then. You are going to go to my room and wait for me on the bed."
Treavor whimpered at that as he was dragged off the cock. Custis' one hand stayed tangled in his hair, the other stayed on the armrest, Custis cocked a brow and Treavor grimaced.
"Good boy." Custis praised softly as Treavor began to stroke his prick, keeping the head directed at his cheek, just as Custis had wanted.
"You being very cooperative today." Custis purred, "This is a nice change of pace, don't you think?"
Treavor swallowed thickly.
"If I asked you to strip while you wait for me, would you?" Custis pondered, more to himself than Treavor, but Treavor new that could change very quickly.
"Yes… I think I'd quite like to see you on my bed waiting for me, ready for me…" Custis leered down at Treavor as the first beads of seed began welling at the tip of his prick.
"Make yourself a lovely little treat for me… Wouldn't that be nice?"
Custis sighed as the first spurt of heat splattered against Treavor's cheek. The youngest brother closed his eyes nervously and opened his mouth just enough to breathe.
His hand continued to stroke and fondle the cock before him, ensuring he took everything Custis had to offer him. The seed was thick and hot across his cheeks, the small dribble which slipped past his parted lips tasted familiar and distinct, uniquely Custis.
A thumb hooked beneath Treavor's chin, tilting his head back as Custis admired the mess he had made across his baby brother's face. Tears mingled with the thick spend as Treavor opened his eyes.
Custis was smiling, not leering or grinning, smiling. He was thinking…
"You remember the last time you tried to run from us?" Custis asked, again.
"Yes…" Treavor breathed softly.
"You haven't tried to run for a good while now." Custis mused gently.
"I don't want you running again, do you understand?"
Treavor nodded, the thumb beneath his chin pressed up just so the nail dug into his jaw.
"Y-yes Custis."
"Yes Custis what?"
"Yes Custis… I understand."
The older brother nodded in satisfaction before he gently shoved Treavor away.
"I want you to go to my room and wait on the bed, just like I said." Treavor whimpered silently.
"Don't bother cleaning off your face." Custis snipped playfully as Treavor rose to his feet, "I want you just as beautiful as you are now." A shudder ran down the youngest brother's spine.
Treavor slipped through the door leading to the twin's room without a sound, save for the breathy gasps escaping his throat with every inhale. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks as he approached the large, plush bed…