Treavor stopped just before the edge of the bed… His brothers' bed…
He looked over the duvet, the dark, dark blue, blanket, thick and warm, soft, plush. He recalled having his head pressed to the comforter once or thrice before so Morgan could fuck him on his knees…
He remembered sobbing, screaming into the pillows, sometimes meaningless jargon, sometimes his brothers' names...
A soft hiccup escaped Treavor's lips in the present, his heart hammered timidly in his chest as he stepped out of his shoes and slowly hoisted himself onto the bed, crawling up to the headboard, drawing his knees to his chest as he shuddered…
He didn't want this, he didn't want any of this…
But his brothers had firmly set him under their thumbs.
If he ran, they would just drag him back to their bed. If he struggled, they would tie him down, if he denied them, they would force him to comply…
Treavor's hands grappled with his pant legs, fisting the material in his palms and he shook and sobbed.
He hated this, hated them… Hated everything they did to him.
He wanted it to end, but he didn't know how he could stop them… To small, to weak to fight, to run… He couldn't tell anyone either, no one would ever believe him…
They believed his brothers to be kind and caring, and they wore their masks well. No one would assume them to be monsters beneath their fiendish exteriors…
But Treavor knew…
Treavor knew… And all he could do was bare his throat and sob and survive…
The door leading to the study opened and Treavor froze.
It was too soon…
Custis couldn't have finished already...
"I thought I asked you to strip while you waited for me?" The older twin mused poutishly, Treavor looked over his knees, watching as his brother slowly, methodically undid the tie around his neck...
That very sight, the very act of something as simple as undoing a tie had Treavor's lungs seizing in his chest. How often had his brothers bound or gagged him with their neck-pieces?
Custis neared the bed by another pace or so before and in a fit of blind panic, Treavor scrambled to the opposite side of the bed, away from Custis, facing his brother on quaking legs.
The action seemed to amuse the older brother, but Treavor knew very well that amusement could very quickly become vexation.
"And you were being so good…" Custis huffed sulkily as he came to stand just at the opposite end of the bed from Treavor, patting the mattress just before him with a hand as if coaxing a startled hound pup to the front of the kennel...
"If you come here now, I'll gladly forgive you." His brother lured sweetly, "Pretend this," He gestured to the distance between them, "Never happened."
Treavor stifled a sob with his palm and shook his head.
He should have just said yes, obeyed, crawled to his brother and offer his throat again as he begged for forgiveness...
Custis cocked a brow, "No?" He snipped coolly.
"Are you planning on being difficult now Treavor?" The older brother chided, his eyes darkening with dismal thoughts Treavor knew would have him crying…
"I-I don't…" Treavor began to stutter, pausing when Custis held up a hand.
"I-I don't." His brother began, imitating the quiver of Treavor's voice despite the ice clinging to his tone. "I don't care." Custis snarled, snapping his fingers twice, gesturing to the space before him on the bed.
"Come here Treavor. Now."
Treavor sobbed a broken sound as he shuffled back away from the bed, "Please…" He quivered with a shake of his head, "Please Custis, no… No I don't want to."
The older brother scowled before he began to round the end of the bed, storming towards the younger brother.
Treavor sobbed as he scrambled back onto the bed, attempting to get back to the other side, away from his brother.
A hand snagged his ankle and Treavor wept.
"Nonononono!" Treavor cried as he was roughly pulled across the comforter, back towards Custis.
"Stop it! Stop it! Custis please!"
Treavor flailed in a panic, lasting out with weak arms and quivering legs as Custis settled over him, pressing him down into the comforter beneath his weight.
There was no way for Treavor to escape, he honestly doubter there ever way.
"I'm sorry!" He babbled in breathless terror as Custis pulled his arms above his head. The older brother was sat firmly atop Treavor's waist, preventing the younger brother from so much as writhing beneath him, let alone aiming a half-decent kick.
Custis strung Treavor's wrists to the headboard using his tie, the younger brother sobbing and trembling beneath him all the while, tugging at his bounds feverishly as he babbled away.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Custis, Custis please! Let me go! Let me go Custis!"
"Quiet."
Treavor's words died with a pitiful little whimper.
"You did this to yourself Treavor." Custis hummed simply, "If only you had just listened to me, we wouldn't be dealing with this right now."
The baby brother choked on a hiccup.
Custis ran his hands along Treavor's sides, feeling the body beneath attempt to twist way from his touch.
"Still being difficult Treavor?" Custis chided with a 'tsk'.
"Please… Please stop." The younger brother whimpered, "I don't want it… I don't want it Custis."
"Don't want what?" Custis taunted with saccharine sweetness.
The body beneath him sniffled, "I-I don't want it to hurt…" Treavor replied hoarsely. "Please… Just… I don't want it to hurt anymore…"
Custis huffed callously, "Perhaps if you had been a good boy and listened…" His words trailed off, he didn't need to finish his statement, Treavor knew what he was going to say.
"I… I'm sorry." Treavor simmered in reply, "I'm sorry I was bad… I'll be good now… I'll be good Custis, I swear."
The older brother merely cocked a brow, "Now… I do recall you saying something along those lines before." Treavor mewled sheepishly.
"And I also recall that you broke every promise you made in that sentence."
"I'm sorry!" Treavor sobbed, cutting Custis off as he choked on his words, his hands straining in his bonds as he attempted to throw Custis off him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry alright!"
Custis backhanded him across the cheek, hard, smearing the seed still clinging to his face.
Treavor's head wiped to the side as a stinging pain bloomed where he had been struck, the tears returned in full force but he silenced his tongue between his teeth.
"Quiet Treavor." Custis hissed firmly, "You had your chance to be good this evening and you blew it."
"I'm so-"
"Did I say you could speak?"
"..."
"That's what I thought."
Custis patted Treavor's stinging cheek in a fiendishly friendly matter before slipping off Treavor's waist and off the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you Treavor." Custis commented simply as he began to rummage about his closet, retrieving an all to familiar basin and wik as he watched his baby brother squirm in the mirror.
"I was originally going to reward you for being such a good boy earlier, you always look so lovely on your knees…" The older brother paused to watch the body bound to his bed wither in shame.
"But this stunt you pulled here deserved repay, wouldn't you agree?"
Treavor merely sobbed as he managed to worm his way into a sitting position against the headboard, hands tied behind his back.
"Wouldn't you agree, Treavor?" Custis repeated, his voice firm as he spoke.
"I'm sorry." Treavor warbled in reply as he watched Custis set the basin and wik on the bedside table, leaning away from his older brother as far as his bounds would allow as Custis lit the small candle before retrieving a small vial of scented oil from the table drawer below.
Custis merely huffed as he took a seat near the end of the bed, out of reach of Treavor's legs.
"That's not what I asked Treavor." Custis mused casually as he began to undo the laces of his shoes, "Do you think you deserve any sort of reward for this behavior?"
Treavor hung his head low and shook his head, abiding by his brothers words, murmuring the softest of, "No…"'s as his shoulders quaked.
"Please…" Treavor whispered once his brother's shoes were off, "Please don't hurt me…" He pleaded softly, delicately. Timidly peering up through the hair which had fallen into his eyes to look at his brother.
"Please Custis… Please don't hurt me…"
Custis tilted his head to the side thoughtfully while Treavor drew his knees to his chest defensively, he knew he was powerless against his brother, but the action made him feel safer…
A slow, sinister grin began to spread across his brother's face.
"What do you want Treavor?" Custis asked coyly as he turned on the bed, "You say you don't want me to hurt you… But what does that mean?"
Treavor's throat dried…
What the hell was he supposed to say to that?
"I-I don't-"
"Do you want me to kiss you?" Custis suddenly asked, his grin toothy and malicious, "Kissing never hurt you know, hell, I won't even bite." Treavor shuddered, "Or do you want me to touch you? We both know I can have you crying my name with just my fingers."
Treavor shook his head feverishly, he didn't want any of those things, he never wanted any of those things.
"Do you want me to be gentle?" Custis mussed teasingly as he positioned himself just before Treavor, still out of reach of his legs, but far too close for comfort.
"Take you nicely, treat you well, just for the night?"
Treavor sobbed softly at that, flinching as Custis suddenly scooted closer to him, too close for him to properly defend of attack against. Treavor's knees, which were tucked to his chest, pressed against Custis' torso and stomach as he leered close.
Hands were placed at Treavor's waist, thumbs just slipping beneath Treavor's shirt to stroke along his skin.
"Answer me Treavor…" Custis murmured sweetly, his breath warm against Treavor's ear. "Tell me what you want… Ask me nicely, go on…"
"Please…" Treavor whimpered quietly, his throat tight with nerves and thick with fear.
"Please… Please don't hurt me…"
A hand curled around the back of Treavor's skull, tangling in his hair to pull his head back, Custis stared down at him from his new position, just above Treavor...
"Do you want me to be gentle?" Custis asked slowly.
Treavor found himself unable to nod with the grip Custis had on his head, so he breathed a small, timid, terrified, 'uh-huh' in his throat.
"Ask nicely." Custis chided, "You know better than that Treavor."
The younger brother withered.
"Please… Please be gentle…" Treavor replied, his voice strained and hollow.
Custis grinned before leaning close to kiss Treavor.
It was a brief little press of lips, chaste in a way, over before Treavor registered it as a kiss at all.
"Now." Custis chimed lightly as he sat back ever so slightly, grasping Treavor's knees to pull apart his baby brother's thighs.
"Since I'm being so generous, practically rewarding you for bad behavior… I figure I'm entitled to some compensation, wouldn't you agree?"
Treavor didn't… But he nodded slowly regardless.
"We're on the same page then." Custis hummed, "Wonderful."
Treavor's legs were hooked around his brother's waist as Custis tugged him closer, drawing their hips together and forcing Treavor into an awkward seated slouch against the headboard.
"Lets see…" Custis mused thoughtfully, "You want me to be gentle…" He eyed Treavor hungrily.
"How about a little reciprocation?" Custis suggested with mockish adoration before he paused to ponder his words.
"Yes… I quite like the sound of that." Custis surmised lightly as his hands settled at Treavor's hips once more.
"Let's make a game of it why don't we?" He proposed, "I'll fuck you all gently, treat you nicely and you… You pretend to enjoy it." Custis beamed down at the body beneath him.
"How does that sound Treavor?"