Treavor sobbed into the pillow as Morgan slowly pressed a third finger into him.
The stretching sensation was soothed by warm oil which smeared and dribbled between his thighs as his brother tortuously worked him open on his hand.
Morgan was being uncharacteristically generous that evening, though the hand gripping the back of his neck, preventing him from moving from his position spoke other volumes…
Treavor shuddered to think why.
His brothers had just returned from a business meeting with their father to western Tyvia to discuss the purchase of a new plot of mining land, they'd been gone for some months and in that time they had 'unfortunately' missed Yule.
This was supposed to be his belated present.
Treavor had managed to avoid his brothers for a full 48 hours upon their arrival home before they grew impatient and tracked him down.
The first day he spent sequestered in his room, cowering behind locked doors as his brothers relaxed and unpacked, knowing damn well that the locks on his doors would do nothing to deter the twins if they sought him out.
The second day he hid away in the library, occupying himself as best he could with his homework as he pondered escape routes for the inevitable encounter with his brothers...
He was headed back to his room from the library, most recent homework assignment tucked safely to his chest when they caught him.
"There you are."
Treavor hardly had time to scream as a hand clamped over his jaw before he was all but hoisted off the floor. The sudden panic which burned in his veins made his heart flutter and tears spring to his eyes.
His homework assignment fell to the floor of his brothers' room as he struggled violently against his brothers, clawing at his brother's wrist with his fingers, not his nails, he fucking knew better.
His voice muffled by the palm and briefly he considered biting the hand which held him before deciding that it would be better for him in the long run not to break skin…
The position Treavor found himself in soon after, nestled between his brothers atop their spare bed, his back to Custis' chest, his thigh spread wide over his brother's knees, allowing Morgan to settle between and over his slouched form, would have been more comfortable had it not been for the rising panic choking his breath.
He was so small in comparison to his brothers, so small… Morgan and Custis were both well on their way to adulthood, they had both turned seventeen some months prior and their physique had, regretfully, filled out admirably.
And then there was Treavor, little, spry, willowy Treavor. Treavor, who was too small, too weak to wrench his wrists from Morgan's grasp, too afraid of the consequences of biting Custis' tongue, too ashamed to cry for help.
Custis first took hold of his wrists as he settled them atop the bed, drawing Treavor snugly into his lap as he leaned back against the pile of pillows placed by the headboard.
Treavor shook and trembled in his brother's hold, warm wetness cascading down his cheeks as some strangled sobs escaped his throat.
"There we go…" The elder twin merely hummed as he positioned them just so, the hands holding Treavor's wrists looped around his front to keep him against the body behind him while Custis probed Treavor's thighs open with his knees.
Lips nibbled at the back of Treavor's neck dare he say, affectionately. Of course it was just a distraction to allow Custis to snatch his twists into a single hand, allowing the elder twin to reach between Treavor's parted legs to tease the timid warmth hidden beneath his pants.
Treavor hated how easily his body gave into his brothers' whims...
Morgan had yet to join them on the bed, he was busy retrieving a wik and a basin of oil, Treavor shuddered as he watched the younger twin go about his business from the corner of his eye, acting as if this was normal...
He was young, too young, but his brother's didn't care.
Custis cooed softly into Treavor's ear as his hand popped the button of his trousers in one well practiced gesture, followed quickly by his zipper. Treavor babbled some hoarse plea to 'Stop! Just stop it!'
Custis' hand slipped beneath the waist of his pants and Treavor choked on his breath. His brother's fingers slid along his inner thigh, slowly massaging and playfully pawing at the flesh there to distract Treavor from the inevitable.
Custis' palm was large and warm, or perhaps Treavor was just small… Regardless, as much as Treavor hated, hater where he sat, what was happening to him, what had been happening to him… He began to unwittingly relax against his brother's insistent hands…
It wasn't a horrible sensation… In fact in some ways Treavor could say it felt… Nice… It was a bit like the time Wallace had massaged his shoulder after Morgan had dislocated it on 'accident', not that anyone believed him because why would they?
Anyways, his brother's fingers were… Pleasant, against his skin, warm and sure, pressing sweetly into the skin of his inner thighs curiously and slowly, slowly working towards his hips and-
Custis grasped his cocklet.
The strangled noise to escape Treavor was one of confusion and fear.
The hand pawing at him was still revoltingly pleasant, despite the fact that every inch of Treavor had begun screaming 'Danger!' Despite the fact that his throat was growing cold and his stomach had begun to churn…
He could hardly stop the subdued little mewl, a pathetic noise of submission, as Custis' thumb toyed with the head of his prick.
Something heated, something Treavor was uncomfortably familiar with began to flickr at the back of his mind like an unwanted memory.
Lips brushed Treavor's cheek as Custis leaned close and attempted to snatch a kiss, the younger brother turned away sharply, his breathing hitching as the arm looped around his waist which held his wrists tightened its hold on him, pressing down on his stomach, prevented him from leaning off the body behind him
His defiance was clear regardless of his lack of breath.
Fingers pinched the head of his cock, painfully, as teeth latched onto his ear, drawing a most pitiful cry to his lips.
The order was silent.
Behave.
Treavor shook and shuddered, closing his eyes as more tears slipped down his cheeks, he remained facing away from his brother for all of six more seconds until Custis' grip on the head of his prick tightened.
Treavor turned back to face his older brother, a helpless, pained sob passed his lips, the tears refused to stop, even as the hold on his prick loosened.
"Good boy…" Ghosted, warm, and too close against his cheek as Custis leaned close again. Oh, Treavor wanted to turn away, to reject his brother's advances. Scream, cry, kick struggle.
But no…
He was too small, too weak, Custis would overpower him in an instant and…
Treavor shuddered as lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, he clenched his jaw to stifle the whimper which threatened to escape. He did not want to be there. He wanted to be anywhere but there…
Custis was kissing him like he'd seen him kiss Morgan, like they had taught him. Hungry and deep, his tongue pressed to Treavor's teeth, firstly requesting entrance, which he was denied.
"Don't be difficult." Custis hissed against his little brother's cheek as he slowly stroked along the small length of Treavor's prick.
Treavor shook his head through a shudder, he didn't offer his brother words because opening his mouth would offer Custis too much opportunity and speaking through his teeth would earn him a spanking.
The elder twin huffed before a finely manicured nail was was pressed to the tip of Treavor's cocklett.
Treavor sobbed and shook his head.
"You're forcing my hand Treavor." Custis snipped cooly just against his ear, "I don't want to hurt you…" The nail pressed just into the slit atop Treavor's prick.
"But you're not giving me much of a choice."
Treavor could have resisted further, but he didn't. He was young and small and in pain, he wanted it to stop, he wanted everything to stop…
But if he had to pick between pain and whatever else his brother's were offering him that evening...
Treavor slowly parted his jaws and opened his mouth, shuddering as Custis' tongue slipped between his lips to press against his own. He mewled as the warm palm wrapped around his prick began to tease him once more with gentle, gentle touches.
The kiss was sloppy at best, with Treavor simply allowing his older brother to press his lips and tongue against him at his leisure while doing everything he could to not reciprocate or participate.
He did not want to be there…
No matter how sweetly he mewled into his brother's mouth, or how stiff his little prick had become beneath Custis' hand.
The bed creaked and dipped as Morgan settled to join them, taking Treavor's wrists from Custis as he moved to lay between Treavor's parted thighs abruptly smothering the flames which had only just begun to flicker in Treavor's belly.
With both of Custis' hands free, the elder twin sought to unbutton Treavor's shirt while Morgan occupied himself with what little was already exposed of Treavor's throat.
The sensation was again, almost pleasant, the lips and teeth which grazed Treavor's neck sent little jolts of electricity up to his head and down to his…
Treavor shuddered, whimpering into Custis' mouth as Morgan bit down on the junction of his shoulder, not too, too hard, not enough to draw blood but more than enough for it to hurt. The pain which flared from the bite however was smothered by the same electric thrum running just beneath his skin.
His hands tangled with the bedspread, Morgan had moved his arms to his side as he had laid himself over the youngest brother, knuckles turning white as he parted his lips further to huff a strained whine against Custis' mouth. A whine which Custis eagerly devoured as he tugged Treavor's shirt open.
Morgan laved his tongue over the bite he had just left on his baby brother's shoulder before he began to trail his lips and teeth down to the newly exposed expanse of flesh which had been hidden beneath Treavor's shirt.
The small body beneath him shuddered, his chest rose and fell, quaking with every breath. Morgan pressed a firm kiss to the hollow of Treavor's throat, then down his chest, over the cage of bones beneath.
Once Custis was done unbuttoning Treavor's shirt, Morgan nosed it open, revealing the heaving chest beneath. The younger twin paused to lap at a nipple, grinning as the small body beneath him jolted, a startled little babble was pressed up into Custis' mouth.
Treavor writhed and squirmed, even turning away from Custis to babble and hiss at Morgan as the younger twin continued to flick his tongue over the budding peck.
One of Custis' free hands came to wrap around his throat as the other tangled in his hair.
"Quiet Treavor." The older brother cooed heatedly as he tilted Treavor's head back just so.
"We're not hurting you, are we?"
Treavor was about to bite back some ugly words, consequences be damned… But all that escaped his throat was this pathetic, needy little mewl as Morgan took the little rosy bud of flesh into his mouth to suckle.
"There we go…" Custis purred as he dipped his head low to whisper into Treavor's ear.
"We're doing something nice for you Treavor. Just enjoy yourself."
Whatever retort Treavor could have come up with was smothered by another whimper as Morgan't teeth grazed the teat currently occupying his mouth, a whimper which Custis eagerly swallowed.
The hand tangled in Treavor's hair tilted his head to and fro, imitating reciprocation to Custis' kiss.
Treavor panted through his nose, his breath shuddered with every exhale with the sheer intensity of the sensations running beneath his skin.
He was too hot, Morgan and Custis were raging fires before and behind him. Their mouth's were warm and wet, Morgan had moved onto his other nipple, running his tongue over the stiffening bud, leaving the other to cool in the ambient air.
Treavor's cheeks were still warm with tears, and embarrassingly, the scarlet hue which had settled at his cheeks. His prick was still stiff, no doubt Morgan could feel it pressing against his chest…
But what was worse was that he could feel Custis' own arousal pressing into his lower back.
Treavor was well aware of the… Mischief… His brothers got up to by themselves. The mischief they had dragged him into on more than one occasion.
They had never fucked him…
Not yet at least.
They had held him down, touched him, kissed him, fondled him. They had made him cry and scream and beg. They had left him flustered and messy, had him swallow them down…
Treavor prayed that that would be all they would do. Ever do…
Morgan released his nipple with a quiet 'pop' before ducking back low to press a teasing little kiss to the rosy bud, he then returned to the other teat and repeated the gesture.
Treavor whimpered softly at the back of his throat as his back arched, he didn't mean to arch it just sort of happened, regardless, he found himself pressing back against Morgan, mewling in… Disappointment, (He'd deny it forever.) As Morgan merely chuckled as stooped to press some feverish kisses to the center of his chest.
Wet, open mouth presses of lip and tongue continued down, over Treavor's stomach, pausing to tease his navel before pausing at his…
"No." The small demand was muffled by Custis' insistent tongue, but the chuckle Morgan allowed to creep from his throat made it clear that he had heard his little brother.
Not that he bothered to listen either way.
The strangled sound, a desperate, needy cry which Treavor for the life of him could not even think to stop, rose from his throat as Morgan took him into his mouth.
His brothers had used his mouth and throat before, Custis was fond of ordering him to his knees beneath the desk in his study while he worked. But his brothers had never returned any 'favors', which honestly Treavor was thankful for…
But this?
Treavor hated this, make no mistake…
But he couldn't deny that there were some… Favorable aspects to his current predicament. Such as Morgan's tongue.
Treavor was small, of course he was small, being four years younger than his brothers meant that he was always behind them, something which they lorded over him, and something he had grown to resent.
That being said, as Treavor had yet to reach his growth spurt, he was little more than a mouthful for Morgan, but in this situation, Treavor figured that may have been a good thing.
Morgan had only ever used his tongue to soothe bloody bites and bruises he so loved to press into Treavor's flesh so this was new for Treavor. The odd texture of the tongue, the heat and wetness of his brother's mouth was euphoric and for a few short minutes Treavor found himself completely lost to the sensation.
All that mattered there and then was that Treavor was feeling good, and that he wanted more.
Treavor could feel his hips jerking as he clumsily rutted against Morgan's mouth, his eyes were rolling about his head, blinding him as soft mewls and whimpers escaped his lips.
He knew his brothers were watching, he couldn't feel Custis' tongue, only his heated breath as the elder twin panted just above his lips. He arched his back to better press against Morgan, he thrashed desperately in his brother's arms.
There was fire beneath his skin, churning in his veins, it wanted out, and Treavor wanted to see it free. It seethed and bubbled, pooling in his stomach, slipping down, down, down.
Treavor made some high, keening noise of delighted bliss, he was close, so close, the fire in him felt electric, ready to spark and ignite and-
Morgan withdrew from his prick.
"No!"
The first clear word he could muster in his haze of lust fueled delirium, N.O… He should have been demanding they release him, curse them, spit at them. Instead, he begged for them, like some kind of whore.
The hand Custis had tangled in his hair tilted his head down to look, look at Morgan. The younger twin grinned up at him from between Treavor's thighs, eyes dark and dangerous.
"Why don't you ask Morgan nicely?" Custis suggested slyly, his lips brushing against the shell of Treavor's ear as he spoke, soft, but suggestive.
Treavor bit his lips and averted his eyes, the hand in his hair prevented him from turning away, but he made it clear that if he could he would.
Of course the impact of his defiance was diminished by just how pathetic he looked. His cheeks were warm with tears still falling, his lips bruised and sloppy from Custis' toying, and his neck already darkening from where Morgan had sought to leave his mark.
Cystis hummed as his chin settled over Treavor's shoulder, "Oh, are we being stubborn tonight?" Lips trailed along Treavor's jaw, little, kittenish brushes which ended at his chin.
"Do you think you could get Treavor to beg brother?" Custis cooed softly as he looked to his twin. Morgan hummed, squeezing Treavor's wrists slightly as he shuffled closer to scatter some wet kisses to Treavor's stomach.
"I'm sure I could." He finally concluded with a heated kiss to Treavor's hip before he stooped low again to take Treavor back into his mouth. And just like that the embers rekindled themselves.
Treavor writhed in Custis' hold as the elder brother held him in gentle place, gentle enough for his hips to begin feverishly rutting into Morgan's mouth before he could even think to dissuade the action.
The strangled whimper which he caught between his cheeks spoke volumes even as Treavor desperately tried to still the desperate rolling of his hips and the quaking of his thighs.
He was proud of himself for the brief moment of reprise once he finally got control of his damn body once again, only to sob as Morgan began bobbing his head between his thighs.
Treavor's back arched, but the hold Custis had on his head made the action uncomfortable. He shut his eyes because he couldn't turned away, and clenched his jaw because he would surely bite through his lip if he continued to bite it.
Again, a choked sob escaped his chest as Morgan eased himself off his prick, leaving him so, so, so very close to a seemingly unreachable end.
Treavor's breath escaped him in pants, his shoulders and thighs quaked as his hips thrusted into empty air. His cheeks were still warm with tears and he refused to open his eyes.
He whined softly as Morgan began to bite at his inner thighs, teeth scraped skin, lips and tongue suckled at the fresh bite marks. Treavor could easily imagine the gesture hurting but the fire licking beneath his skin only crackled beneath Morgan's mouth.
This time, Custis was, thankfully, silent, though Treavor could feel his gaze.
They had played these games before, not with such intensities, but before. Treavor knew there was no winning for him, eventually he would either lose himself and beg, or hold out long enough for his brothers to bore and simply take what they wanted from him.
Still, Treavor wasn't one to simply roll over and bare his throat. He hated this, hated it! He hated how his brothers touched him behind closed doors, how they made him feel, how they made him sob and cry.
His brothers were cruel, unimaginably cruel.
And some sick part of Treavor wished they could be as sweet as they were with him behind closed doors, everywhere else.
Morgan's mouth returned to his cock and some whimpered babble that could have been his brother's name fell from Treavor's lips. His brother's tongue teased the head of his prick as he hollowed his cheeks to suckle at the cocklett.
"How long do you think you can keep this up Treavor?" Custis murmured heatedly as he watched his twin accept the little prick feverishly rutting into his mouth, their baby brother was losing it.
Treavor gave no verbal response and honestly, Custis doubted he could, lost in his own head as he was, all Treavor could register was sensation and the fact that Morgan was making him feel good.
A step in the right direction. Custis and Morgan wanted their baby brother a begging, writhing mess for them, it'd make what they were planning all the easier.
Morgan pulled away again and Treavor screamed.
Not words unfortunately, just some primal cry of desperation and disappointment.
Morgan returned his lips to Treavor's chest and torso, nipping at a teat before laving it with his tongue. Treavor's breath escaped him in short, sobbed pants as he tried to clear his head.
Everything was too hot, too far away. He felt like he was sinking through fog and everytime he would begin to claw his way back to the surface Morgan would drag him down again.
The further he sunk, the harder it was for him to begin crawling back up.
Morgan pressed a final kiss to the hollow of Treavor's throat before he returned to settle between Treavor's thighs.
The fire churning in his stomach had yet to quell, Morgan was growing impatient, and that didn't bode well for Treavor.
Custis then took hold of Treavor's wrists, freeing his head in doing so, allowing Treavor to turn away. Custis crossed his arms over Treavor's stomach, keeping him pressed close to the body behind him as he spread Treavor's thighs further.
Morgan settled one hand against Treavor's hip as the other came to pinch the base of his cocklett, not painfully…
Just enough to prevent the fire from escaping…
"N-no…" Treavor stuttered feverishly as he turned to catch Morgan's gaze. His heart hammered in his chest, in his ears, he was impossibly afraid, he didn't want to be there...
Morgan grinned like a wolf as he drew close to the small prick pinched between his fingers.
"Beg."
Treavor closed his eyes, tight. Oh, how easy it would be, to simply ask nicely and receive… His brothers would surely enjoy his compliance, maybe they'd even do well to avoid hurting him? Morgan did grab the oil basin earlier…
But to beg showed that Treavor wanted this, his brothers and he didn't! He didn't…
He really, really didn't…
Denial held Treavor silent.
Until however, a strangled moan escaped his lungs before he could think to stop the sound. His back arched subtly against Custis, but his hips remained firmly in place, he was fully at the mercy of his brothers and there was not a damn thing he could do about it.
Morgan alternated between suckling at the cocklett in his mouth and bobbing his head feverishly, his tongue toyed with the head of Treavor's prick, occasionally dipping past Morgan's lower lip to fondle with the flesh dangling between Treavor's thighs.
Treavor sobbed and cried, the tears wouldn't stop and nothing Treavor did could stall his voice. He was drowning, sinking deeper and deeper into bliss as the fire inside him boiled and bubbled.
Treavor imagined himself splitting at the seams, the fire had to escape, but Morgan wouldn't let it, not until Treavor begged for it.
And Custis wasn't helping Treavor's resolve in the slightest as he murmured filthy little nothings against Treavor's neck.
Treavor babbled names and cut-off curses as he quaked in his brothers' hold, his head lolled about Custis' shoulder as his eyes rolled, his vision burned white with stars, every inch of him was on fire.
Custis drew him into another sloppy kiss, and damning everything else, Treavor clumsily returned the affection, mewling and whimpering into his brother's mouth as he did so.
"C'mon Treavor." Custis purred heatedly against his mouth, pausing as Treavor messily slid his lips against his own, a gesture which he eagerly imitated, correctly.
"Ask Morgan nicely. He's worked so hard to give you a nice present." Custis bowed his head to nibble at Treavor's ear with his lips, "Don't you want you present, Treavor?"
Treavor arched his back, whimper a delicately desperate, "Yes…" Into the space between himself and his brother.
"There we go." Custis purred softly as he pressed a final kiss to his baby brother's lips.
"Now why don't you apologize to Morgan for being so difficult?" The younger twin hummed around the small prick in his mouth and Treavor writhed.
"Maybe, if you ask nicely, Morgan will reconsider giving you your gift?"
Treavor took a sharp breath through his nose, and nodded. The fire in his tummy made everything hazy, and vaguely he was aware of how horribly wrong his situation was.
He had learned that the things his brothers did to one another, the things they did to him, were bad, very bad… The kind of bad that not even money could make go away.
The kind of bad that would see the three of them executed in a heartbeat.
Oh but… How exactly, could something so horrible, feel ever so nice?
"M'sorry…" Treavor mumbled, his voice foreign to his own ears, soft and needy, desperate, "I-I'll be good. Better. I promise."
His pleads were cut short by another strong of sobbed 'nonononono!' As Morgan once again abandoned his prick, not entirely however, just enough to tease the head with his tongue.
"You'll be good?" Morgan mused softly, his breath ghosting over the slick cocklett before his lips as he looked up to the youngest brother through darkened eyes.
Treavor nodded feverishly, he'd be good, he'd be anything if it meant Morgan would keep touching him like that.
Oh, how shameful it felt to feel such things.
"I'll be good…" Treavor repeated sluggishly, "I'll be good, I promise." That earned him a flick of tongue and a chuckle.
"You promise?"
Treavor completely missed the inquisitive tone his brother's voice had taken as he sobbed a strained "Yes!" Futility rolling his hips against Morgan's hand.
"You'll be good for us Treavor?" Morgan hummed slyly, "Listen to us? Do as we say? Just for now?"
Too lost in his own head, in the electric thrum of lust, Treavor failed to register the gravity of Morgan's words, all he knew was that he wanted more, more. Call him greedy, but at least his brothers liked to indulge.
"Yes!"
When Morgan smiled, it was with only his teeth.
"Do you promise?"
Treavor should have realized what was being done, he should have… But he didn't.
"Yes…"
Confirmation to a verbally binding agreement, sobbed as it was.
Morgan's hands fell from Treavor's waist, though the hold he maintained on his little brother's cocklet remained Treavor, for a brief while, couldn't care less as he feverishly thrusted his hips against his brother's mouth.
Sobbing in delight as he rocked against Morgan's tongue.
"Please, please Morgan!" The baby brother mewled as he arched his back, his head tilting to lean against Custis' shoulder as his eyes rolled, "I-I want it- oh gods- Morgan!"
"What do you think brother?" Custis purred sweetly against the side of Treavor's throat, "Treavor has been a very good boy, wouldn't you say?" Lips brushed along the side of his neck.
"I'd say he deserves a reward, don't you agree?"
Morgan hummed something around Treavor's prick, Treavor not so much heard the agreement as he felt it, the hum, the vibrations crawl up his spine to draw a choked mewl from his throat.
And then the hand on his prick, keeping the fire inside him was gone.
Treavor hardly had time to draw enough breath to scream as the fire escaped him, white burned in his eyes as his vision blackened. The already disorganized rutting of his hips stuttered as his back arched impossibly high.
A relieved sob passed his lips as the burning bliss in his gut quelled. His hips jerked, once, twice as he slumped against Custis, breathing heavily, head still foggy, accompanied by a new sense of weightlessness.
He whimpered softly as Morgan withdrew from his prick.
His vision was still blurry, but he felt Morgan's warmth as he leaned over him, crowding close to draw him into a heated kiss…
Treavor was too tired, too… Deep in that euphoric bliss he had sunken into to care, he pressed back against his brother's lips lethargically, allowing Morgan to take control, to press his tongue into his mouth.
Treavor could taste himself across Morgan's tongue, it wasn't exactly pleasant, but again, he couldn't bring himself to care.
Morgan caught Treavor's lower lip between his teeth and nibbled gingerly, drawing a tired little whine from the younger brother.
Treavor was warm and comfortable and sleepy. He knew it would be dangerous to fall asleep in the presence of his brothers because he knew that they'd take advantage of any opportunity he presented them with, accidental or otherwise.
When Morgan finally pulled away, Custis was quick to assume his brother's position, lips brushed Treavor's cheek and the younger brother turned.
The kiss was slow, nearly gentle, with Custis taking the lead as always and Treavor lazily reciprocating, a gentle hand cupped his cheek and Treavor nearly melted into the touch.
Morgan leaned over the both of them to fiddle with something on the bedside table.
"Did you enjoy your present Treavor?" The elder twin asked, his voice muffled by the insistent press of Treavor's lips. The younger brother hummed an affirmative before whining Custis leaned back, too far for him to follow.
Treavor mumbled something under his breath as he pressed his cheek to his brother's shoulder, Treavor breathed deeply, exhaling through his nose. His head was heavy, as was the rest of him.
Sleep was a terrible idea, but so very tempting…
Fingers slipped between the space of Treavor's pants and undergarments before they were both tugged down in a single motion, the action dissipated the lazy weight which had settled over Treavor as if it had been struck with a riding crop.
Custis chuckled as he tightened his hold on the small body in his lap, his head rested at Treavor's shoulder as the younger brother squirmed, the little whimpers which escaped his throat were of confusion and protest.
Morgan smeared the oil between Treavor's thighs, taking time to circle the youngest brother's entrance, though he didn't press into Treavor just yet. His hand came to grasp Treavor's hip again, stilling the jerking motions as Treavor attempted to move away from his brother's touch.
The haze of euphoria was quickly replaced by the thrum of fear.
"S-stop it…" Treavor hissed under his breath as he attempted to once again shy away from Morgan's insistent fingers, "I-I've had enough."
"Oh but Treavor…" Morgan pouted slyly, "You promised that you'd be good for us."
The startled look Treavor wore then and there was priceless, nearly comical. His eyes widened, the blood drained from his cheeks, his shoulders shuddered and tears returned to his eyes.
The first press of finger was soothed by the warm oil Morgan had graciously smeared between Treavor's thighs. It didn't hurt, per-say, the first finger never did, but it was strange…
Morgan pressed and prodded further into Treavor, searching for something, something Treavor knew all too well.
It wasn't the first time his brothers had made him take their fingers so Treavor knew what to expect. Luckily they had used oil this time, easing their violations as they searched.
Treavor had already been introduced to that little thing inside him that could have him screaming in seconds, typically whenever he was being particularly fussy, his brothers would seek the little part of him out to cease his antics.
But Treavor wasn't sure why Morgan was being so… Gentle…
A delicate whimper, a subtle arch of the back, a pointless roll of his hips. Morgan grinned as he watched his baby brother tremble, the hand holding Treavor's waist fell away and the younger brother pressed back against the single digit in earnest.
Treavor tilted his head back, resting against Custis' shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut, little breathless noises escaped his throat as Morgan began to gently assault the little spot inside him.
The pad of the finger rubbed tantalizingly against Treavor's walls, brushing over the bundle of nerves every so often, not enough to have him seeing white, but more than enough to have him desperate for more.
Still, Treavor winced as a second finger was added. His brother's fingers, while long and slender, were large and thick in comparison to Treavor, they reached far, far inside him, far farther than he himself ever could.
The stretch was unpleasant, accompanied by a subtle burning sensation which was, again, soothed by the generous amount of oil his brother was using…
But beneath the appalling press of fingers was warmth… A cloying sort of heat that had Treavor panting and his head nearly spinning.
Warm breath ghosted over Treavor's cheek, he willingly and stupidly turned, brushing his lips against Custis', lapping at his brother's lower lip teasingly before a strained little whine escaped his throat as Morgan began to slowly thrust his two fingers within Treavor.
Custis offered a very pleasant distraction while Morgan watched his two brothers, Morgan was weird like that, Treavor noticed.
Morgan preferred, above all else, to watch, watch as whatever poor unfortunate body he decided he'd like to see beneath him, came undone on his hand, his prick, but rarely his tongue… Unless of course, he was provided with ideal viewing.
Treavor often found himself to be said object of his brother's obsession, something that Morgan took advantage of often, too often for Treavor's liking.
A zipper was tugged down, clothing shifted, Morgan began to pant not quite in time with Treavor, but with the same, heavy breaths all the same.
The fingers spread within Treavor, scissoring him open, drawing another whimper from the younger brother. Another fingers brushed against Treavor's entrance and a flutter of panic caught his heart.
Rarely did his brothers force him to take three of their fingers, he was too small for such a feat. Treavor whined and squirmed in Custis' lap, attempting to move away from the additional digit as best he could despite the elder twin holding him in place.
Strangely, Morgan complied with his struggles, firstly removing the probing digit, before retracting the other two fingers. Treavor signed through his nose, foolishly praying that his brother's had satisfied themselves as he slowly attempted to detach himself from the heated press of lips Custis had caught him with.
How witless he was.
The two fingers returned, pressing into him once more, positively dripping with oil which was added to the growing mess between his thighs. Treavor mewled helplessly as Morgan casually began to trust his fingers into him.
Custis hummed into their kiss as he repositioned his hold on Treavor's wrists, allowing the elder twin to begin pawing at Treavor's small, stiff prick again.
Treavor made some very pleased sound at the back of his throat as his hips jerked up into Custis' palm. The elder twin pressed some few move feverish laps of tongue into Treavor's mouth before he pulled away.
"Do you think you could sing for us Treavor?" Custis panted warmly against the side of Treavor's throat as his index finger began to toy with the head of Treavor's cocklet, drawing a keened whimper from the younger brother.
Morgan twisted his fingers just wonderfully so and Treavor choked on his breath before shuddered again as that third finger probed at his entrance again, this time slipping just in.
Treavor cried out at that, it hurt! The stretch was painful, too painful, he was too small, it burned.
Again, Morgan retracted his hand to gather and press more oil into Treavor, slickening his passage with the lubricant.
And then Morgan did something new.
Rather than simply spreading his fingers to scissor Treavor open or casually slide his fingers in and out of his younger brother, Morgan began to properly fuck Treavor with his hand.
Treavor's eyes rolled, his jaw fell slack. All he could feel was Morgan and Custis' hands, too much, not enough, oh gods he wanted more, but at the same time he wanted his torment to stop.
The fire in his belly spilled onto Custis's palm and he was sobbing as his brother's kept toying with him. The fire was gone, the embers reduced to charcoal but the twins just kept stoking the absent flame and Treavor was sure he was going to die is they stopped.
A hand covered his mouth.
The hand on his prick disappeared and the fingers in him stilled.
Treavor didn't die but he sure wish he did.
Custis quickly shuffled out from behind him, forcing his younger brother off his lap as he scrambled from the bed, before Treavor could realize what was going on Morgan had him pinned to the bed beneath his weight.
And then he heard it.
A knock at the door.
"Custis? Are you in there?"
Their father.
Treavor was tucked safely beneath Morgan, shielded from the connecting door leading to the twins' office where Custis and there father stood talking.
Treavor could hardly breathe, oh god what if their father saw them? He was nearly nude, his prick still firm, pressing against Morgan's thigh, the blood in his ears prevented him from hearing the conversation occurring mere meters away.
"I expect better from you Custis. Have this done and on my desk before you head off to bed."
"Yes father…"
The door closed, heavy footfalls passed the bedroom door and down the hall.
There was a pause before Morgan slowly shifted to lay himself directly over Treavor, keeping his baby brother's firmly pinned to the bed beneath his weight as he turned to his twin.
"Are you really going to work on that now?" Morgan asked coyly. Custis sighed heavily, "You heard the man." He muttered, "Be thankful he decided not to rope you into this too."
Morgan pouted, "But what are we to do in the meantime?" He asked, Custis rolled his eyes, "I'm sure you can think of some way to entertain yourself Morgan." He mused calmly.
Morgan hummed, and Treavor could feel the vibrations press against him as the younger twin slowly rose to his knees, grin wolfish.
"I'll be sure to have him ready for your return."
Custis returned the smile before slipping through the door, leaving Treavor alone, with Morgan…