"Treavor?" Custis murmured quietly, his tone, however soft, was edged with inquisition as he set his hands at Treavor's hips comfortingly, running his thumbs across the arch of the smaller body's pelvic bone.

Treavor shook his head, tucking himself closer to his brother, tightening the arms he had looped over his brother's neck, hiding from Custis' eyes as he continued to cry.

"Treavor…" Custis repeated through a sigh as he attempted to sit up, only to find himself hoisting up his baby brother as well.

The older brother heaved a huff before he slipped his hands beneath Treavor's back, practically plucking the smaller body from the bed, drawing Treavor fully onto his lap.

They sat together, Treavor in his brother's lap, head tucking into Custis' shoulders, arms still wrapped tight around the older brother's back, still firmly seated atop Custis' prick…

Lips pressed against his neck as hands roamed across his back, Custis trailed his fingers along Treavor's spine, pressing gently into each divet of bone.

"What's wrong Treavor?" Custis asked softly, his lips brushing against Treavor's ear as he spoke.

"You were doing so well… So fucking well. What happened?"

Treavor shuddered and shook his head, his voice a stuttered mess as he tried to speak.

"I-I don't… I don't want this…" He murmured breathlessly, his voice soft and fragile in a tight, panicky sort of way.

Treavor could feel Custis' shoulders rise and fall quickly as he huffed in lazy pique. Arms encircled his small body, holding him tightly against the body before him as Custis began to softly kiss along his shoulder again.

"You…" Treavor continued, swallowing thickly to try and steady the quiver in his voice, desperately trying to distract himself from his brother's soft, doting kisses as he tried to think about what he was asking…

He couldn't just ask Custis to stop, his brother wouldn't take kindly to that suggestion in the slightest…

And the damage had already been done. Treavor was literally seated in his brother's lap, filled with a thick cock and hot seed. He had already been fucked once that day, and he very much so doubted that Custis would settle for a single round… He had lost all legs to stand on…

But then again, that wasn't exactly what Treavor wanted… Well it was, Treavor reminded himself, he didn't want this, he never wanted this… But given the situation, at most all he could afford was...

"Can you… Go… Go hard?" He asked smally, his breath brushing against his brother's neck as he spoke.

Custis was silent for a moment, Treavor hoped his brother was considering his words… If he could convince Custis to drop his gentle facade, then he could begin to convince himself that his brothers didn't love him…

Because he knew his brothers didn't love him… He knew…

But that didn't stop him from wanting to believe they did...

The arms wrapped so lovingly around Treavor began to unfurl, hands ran down his back before wandering down to Treavor's sides.

The younger brother squealed as Custis' fingers jabbed under his ribs, the sharp sensation had Treavor rearing back abruptly to shove himself away from his brother and the ticklish sensation.

And then Custis caught him by the shoulders.

Treavor realized his error as he was held in place just in his brother's lap, no longer hidden from Custis' borderline insulted, albeit, confused expression.

Custis' hands slid down Treavor's arms until they came to rest at his elbows, effectively pinning the younger brother's arms in place, preventing Treavor from hiding or resisting further.

"All this fuss… Because you wanted me to go faster?" The older brother mused tiredly as he looked down at his baby brother, Treavor averted his eyes sheepishly as he sniffed.

"All you need to do is ask Treavor… You know that." Custis sighed softly as he leaned close to kiss Treavor's temple sweetly.

"Stop..." Treavor murmured suddenly as he ducked away from another soft kiss, Custis did, stop that is.

"I… I want you to go rough." Treavor tried, perhaps hard wasn't the correct word?

"I thought we were playing the gentle game?" Custis drawled slowly after a very deliberate pause, Treavor swallowed thickly and shook his head.

Custis' tone was somewhat amused, but very, very close to annoyed. Treavor was walking on very thin ice...

"I… I don't want to p-play the gentle game anymore..." He whimpered, shying away from his brother's narrowed gaze.

"I thought you were enjoying the gentle game…" Custis mused in mockish dejection.

Treavor shook his head, holding in a sudden sob with a shudder.

"N-not anymore…"

Custis began rubbing his thumbs in slow, soothing circles against the insides of Treavor's elbows as he looked his little brother over.

"No." Custis said simply, his tone final and firm. "No. we're still playing the gentle game."

Treavor found himself falling, falling back down to the bed as his arms were suddenly maneuvered over his head, Custis kept a strong hold on Treavor's wrists with a single hand even as the younger brother writhed beneath him.

"Stop it! Stop it! Please no… Custis please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The older brother remained silent as he reached for the discarded tie once more.

Treavor eventually fell quiet beneath him, save for his gentle sobbing as he watched his brother with large teary eyes, feeling as his wrists were once again secured to the headboard above.

Once the younger brother's hands were firmly bound again, Custis leaned close to wipe away the tears slipping down Treavor's face, his thumbs were gentle against Treavor's skin…

And Treavor didn't have it in him to resist the sweet kiss to follow.

The hands at Treavor's cheeks receded as his brother began to nibble at his lower lip… The fingers trailing along his body fondly, tracing over his bones and pressing into his skin, drawing the softest of whimpers to Treavor's lips before they resettled at his waist…

"I said I'd have you crying." Custis whispered softly with a small roll of his hips, his cock stiffening once again inside Treavor…

"I said I'd have you crying and I meant it… I meant it Treavor."

Treavor shuddered but remained silent, biting at his lip to stifle his whimper and cries as his brother began to rock against him once more, not yet fucking into him, simply grinding… The pace still unhurried and indescribably besotted...

"I meant every word." His brother swore breathlessly, "You are beautiful Treavor. So fucking beautiful… So pretty, so full of cock." Custis murmured as he kissed his cheek.

"You were doing so well, so well Treavor… What happened? What did I do wrong?" Custis met Treavor's eyes then.

"We were having so much fun… What went wrong Treavor? Tell me what happened."

Treavor shook his head.

Custis sighed.

"We can stay like this all night you know…" The older brother murmured slowly, "I'm not letting you leave until you tell me what happened…"

A hand settled over Treavor's stomach, pressing down against the invisible swell of Custis' prick, the younger brother gasped a shuddered sob as the hand slid further down to to grasp his cock.

"I'm going fuck you full Treavor… I'm going to empty myself inside you…" Custis murmured dotingly against Treavor's ear, "And then, I'm going to fuck you again… And again…" A wet kiss was pressed to the edge of Treavor's mouth as he wept.

"And when Morgan gets here… He's going fuck you too…" Custis smiled against Treavor's throat.

"You won't be leaving this bed anytime soon baby brother…" He whispered, "You won't be walking straight for weeks…"

Custis fondled him gently and Treavor sang, his eyes rolled, his back arched, his toes curled. He moaned and mewled loudly, squirming in his brother's lap, unintentionally writhing against Custis' prick, so lost in his own head he could hardly bring himself to speak little more than his brother's name.

Treavor nearly choked on his brother's name as he spilled himself over Custis' knuckles again.

"Such a good boy…" The older brother murmured as he wiped the mess on his hand across Treavor's chest.

"Such a very good boy." A firm kiss was pressed to Treavor's mouth, followed by an insistent tongue.

Treavor moaned softly against his brother's lips as he deliriously returned the affection, tasting and feeling his brother gleefully.

The first breath Treavor took once Custis retreated from his mouth was sharp and deep, his head fell back against the pillow beneath him as his chest heaved, desperate for air.

Custis drew him into another kiss before Treavor fully caught his breath but he didn't care… There and then, Treavor didn't have much of an opinion on anything…

He was at his brother's disposal…

There was nothing he could do or say to escape his situation. No amount of begging would or could change Custis' mind…

"I want to fuck you again."

He was little, if nothing, more than a warm cocksleve for his brothers…

"I want to have you crying."

A hole to fill and fuck, fill and fuck, over and over and really…

"You're going to be a fucking mess Treavor."

What more did he need to be?

"Scream for me baby brother."

And scream he did.

Treavor slumped against the pillows beneath him, arching his back as his eyes rolled, his body shook and rocked and swayed in time with the cock pressing into him...

He could feel the cock inside him, fucking him so sweetly, soothing the deep set ache of want which had his thighs quivering and prick twitching.

Custis curled closer, leaning over Treavor, his hands slipping beneath Treavor's knees to raise his baby brother's small hips, allowing Custis to slip impossibly deeper inside as he practically folded his baby brother in half…

They remained like that for a while, a long while.

Treavor tried to stifle the pleased whimpers crawling across his tongue, tried to smother his delighted sobbing, tried to still his quaking thighs.

But he could not.

All he could do was lay beneath his brother and accept everything Custis was forcing onto him. Every press of cock, every filthy lie and heated mumble…

"God you're perfect."

"Take me so well, so deep."

"So fucking good."

"Can you feel me Treavor?"

"Fuck…"

Custis swore softly as his hips finally settled against Treavor's again, his head came to rest against Treavor's, their foreheads pressed together as his prick twitched and spasmed within the body beneath him…

Treavor arched his back, mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy as more liquid heat settled in his gut. The elevated position of his hips allowed his brother's spend to slip deeper and deeper inside him… Blissfully filling him.

But leaving him painfully aware of just how much more he could take…

Once Custis had finished sowing his seed into his brother, he allowed Treavor's hips to drop, laying him back down on the bed in a sublimely sated sprawl...

They lay there together for a quiet while, Treavor desperately trying to stifle his elated sobs while Custis panted above him, their foreheads still resting together, with Custis' mouth just close enough for Treavor to kiss, and the younger brother did try.

"Do you feel like telling me what happened yet?" Custis asked as he leaned away from Treavor's mouth after a chaste caress, nonchalantly setting Treavor's legs around his waist once again as he sat back.

Treavor simply stared up at his brother, his eyes hazy and head sluggish…

He blinked slowly, lazily, his hands weakly grasping at nothing above his head…

Treavor was warm and satiated then and there… Full of cock and seed and contentment… Exactly where he was meant to be…

Perhaps that was why his tongue felt to lose then and there…

"You… Hate me…" Treavor mumbled slowly, drawling each word with lazy certainty, "Almost forgot… With you being so… Nice…"

Custis blinked slowly, looking down to his brother's nearly vacant eyes…

"Needed to… Keep reminding myself that you… You hate me?" Treavor continued as his eyes slipped closed the tears returned… As did the fear, the frantic beat of his heart…

You don't want this...

"Easier to remember… When you hurt me…" Treavor opened and closed his hands a few times, loosely tugging at his bonds as he did so.

You don't want this...

"Please hurt me…" Treavor whispered, his voice fragile and quiet, "I can't… Can't forget you hate me…"

"Oh Treavor…" Custis sighed softly, "What on earth made you think I'd ever hate you?"

The younger brother scoffed at that, his voice suddenly sharpening.

"W-what else do you expect me to think!" He snapped through a loose sob, "B-between y-you and Morgan always hurting me! Always, always hurting me!"

The panic in his chest thundered away as turmoil boiled beneath his skin.

Treavor strained at his bonds, determined to pull himself to the headboard and off his brother's cock.

"Th-the closest you ever get to-to…" Custis grabbed his hips before Treavor slipped so much as an inch off his prick, pulling him back down roughly, back onto the cock.

"Fuck!" The younger brother wailed, legs jolting, back arching, vision blurring.

"I-I don't know!" Treavor sobbed as he flopped back down, heavy tears rolling down his cheeks as he cried.

"I never wanted this…" He murmured, pain heavy in his voice, "Never like this…"

"Treavor…" Custis cooed softly as he leaned close again.

"Stop it…" Treavor sobbed, "Just… Fuck, just stop it…" His brother ignored him to nip at his neck, suckling dark marks into his skin in a way he knew would return Treavor to a more… Placid state of mind.

Treavor continued to writhe and struggle as best he could, sobbing and shaking beneath his brother as Custis tried to soothe him…

Regretfully… Custis succeeded after some time, between his gentle pawing hands, the delicate kisses he was pressing into Treavor's throat and the hand slowly stroking Treavor's prick, combined with the… Exhaustion Treavor was buried beneath, it didn't take long to turn the youngest brother to putty in Custis' hands...

"I'll be the first to admit that Morgan and I are cruel." The older brother hummed against Treavor's shoulder once his baby brother stopped struggling so viciously.

Treavor offered Custis a mere whimper as he rolled his hips up into the hand fondling his cock and arched his back up against the sweet kisses his brother was pressing into his skin...

"I'll be the first to admit the way we show our affections to you, dear baby brother, are unorthodox." Custis continued, pressing each word into Treavor's skin gingerly, feeling the body beneath him shudder with each stolen breath...

"But allow me to be the first to say that we do love you Treavor-"

"H-Houndshit…" Treavor simmered weakly, wincing as his brother reared up over him.

The hand at his prick disappeared as Custis grasped Treavor's head, not painfully, but firmly, holding him in place, forcing him to look up at his brother...

"No." Custis said, voice clear with sincerity, "You don't get to doubt our affections for you Treavor." He murmured, shifting on his knees as he crowded closer to the body beneath him.

Treavor mewled as he felt the prick within him move with his brother's actions. They were still young and healthy. Morgan and Custis could spend hours taking Treavor apart and rebuilding him how they wanted…

Custis rolled his hips against Treavor again, his cock twitching and firm.

"We love you Treavor." Custis whispered tightly.

"We love you so fucking much..."