After Jey and Roman's departure, an uncertain silence filled the room. Jimmy found himself dumbstruck over what he'd discovered about his twin. How long had Roman been doing that to him? How long had Jey suffered in silence? In shame? Remembering his own, he glanced over at Solo. His brother was still watching him.
"So what happens now?" Jimmy broke the silence.
If he fought Solo again then Jey would come back. And if Jey came back then Roman would come back. Then they'd be right back where they'd started.
"You only have one option," was Solo's reply.
Jimmy shook his head. No way he was getting down like that.
"You know this ain't right, Uce."
"What's right is what I say is right. What the Tribal Chief sanctioned as right. So you need to fall in line. And submit."
Submit. As in willingly allow Solo to do to him what he'd done to him in the shed. His pride had already been bruised. Along with his body. But at least he hadn't been broken. He'd put up a fight. But what Solo wanted...he couldn't voluntarily do...that.
Jey. Think about Jey.
Was Jey submitting to Roman? Had his cousin broken his twin that much? He didn't know why he'd even asked himself that question. It was obvious Roman had. That year Jimmy had been out had taken a toll. Jey had been broken long before Jimmy returned.
Even more of a reason to resent his cousin. But there was nothing he could do about that. Roman was the Chief. The elders declared it. He was taking care of the family--the whole family--from Florida to Cali and all the way back to the island. He was untouchable.
"So that's it? You expect me to just bend over and take it?" he whispered more than asked, feeling shame in even saying the words.
"Jey does."
Hearing it out loud was a stab to the heart.
"He knows how to serve his Tribal Chief," Solo took a threatening step closer, "So you need to know how to serve the Tribal Heir."
Jimmy watched as Solo's hand went to the drawstring of his own sweats. When he released his cock, Jimmy felt apprehension rising again. But Solo didn't make another move. He merely watched him expectantly. Silently giving a command.
Wait did he expect Jimmy to...?
"No-no. No I can't--"
How could he expect that?!
Solo began to slowly fondle himself, eyes never leaving Jimmy.
"If you get on your knees before I get hard it's your mouth. If I get hard before you get on your knees, it's your ass."
Like on the bed, panic shot through him. Jimmy backed away not even noticing his own movement until he hit the wall. Not that again. Not ever again. Fight or flight threatened to take over but he'd already lost the fight twice. If Jey hadn't come busting in when he did...
Then flight. It was the only option left. His body was sore but a little burn in the legs would be better than the burn in his ass. And unlike their scuffle moments ago he would have a head start. He glanced at the door, ready to bolt when again he remembered Jey.
Suppose he did run out the door. Roman was out there. And so was Jey. It was clear where his cousin stood on the matter. And equally clear what would happen to his twin if he went against that. Jimmy swallowed.
I wasn't there to protect Jey when he needed me to. The least I can do is protect him now.
Even if that meant allowing Solo this one unspeakable act.
Jimmy took a steadying breath, attempting to brace himself. God this couldn't be happening right now. But it was.
Slowly he took a step toward his brother. He didn't look up at him, his eyes instead on Solo's feet. He didn't want to see the satisfaction on Solo's face as he gave in to him. And he didn't want Solo to see the humiliation in his. In a way this was even more humiliating than what had happened earlier. At least then he hadn't had to see his brother as he violated him from behind.
When Jimmy reached him, he took another breath before going down to his knees.
For Jey, he reminded himself. Just this once for Jey.
He tried not to react when his brother's fat cock slapped him across the mouth. Solo hadn't been exaggerating when he'd talked about being bigger. Not that Jimmy was small by any means but facts were facts. He felt a bead of precum smear across his lips as again that fat cock made contact. He realized that it wasn't just teasing. It was a demand to open up.
Feeling disgusted with himself, Jimmy did as commanded and his mind briefly wondered if Solo had even washed after the shed. Was he going to make Jimmy taste his own ass? What did his ass actually taste like?
The answer came when his mouth was hit with the salty taste of flesh, the precum extra salty. The flavor caused his glands to automatically salivate. Solo only entered the tip, just enough to touch the edge of his tongue.
"Lick it."
He had broken a small sweat during their tussle so a hint of his musk danced from his pubic hair as he held himself against Jimmy's mouth. Jimmy closed his eyes, the sight of it even more of a humiliation.
For Jey.He did as told, licking at the swollen head. Solo groaned.
"Come on, I know can do better than that."
"Well it ain't like I ever did this before," he defended himself.
Solo wasn't buying it.
"You got a dick don't you? And I know you got plenty of head over the years. Hell I even watched you a few times with Mya Thomas back in the day. Just do what she did. I know you really enjoyed that."
Mya Thomas? He hadn't thought about her in years. Back in high school they'd dated, he'd even taken her to the prom. Naturally they'd had sexual encounters but never anywhere his kid brother could see. So how did Solo know about the blow job?
Forgetting his predicament, Jimmy shot his brother a shocked glance. Solo's eyes met his and he could see his pupils darkening from arousal.
"You don't remember do you? That time when Grandma had that emergency and Mom had to rush out of town. She left you in charge. You and Jey invited some girls over and pretty much banned me to my room. But I didn't stay in my room. I went to yours. When I heard you coming I hid in the closet. And I saw what she did to you on your bed. I saw everything."
With his free hand he caressed Jimmy's cheek.
"I told you, Uce. I've always loved you."
Jimmy was too shocked to pull away.
"And I still love you. That ain't ever gonna change. Now suck my dick like you mean it."
Again he slapped Jimmy with his still hardening cock. Jimmy just stared, mentally at a loss. He couldn't fathom what Solo had told him, what Solo was asking of him now.
"Jimmy."
The hand caressing his cheek lost it's gentle touch, grabbing up his chin to catch his attention. His eyes met Solo's.
"This ain't a request. You will submit. Or do I need to bring Jey in here to demonstrate how to properly suck a dick?"
That snapped him back to reality. He didn't want to think about Jey being forced to his knees, taking in another man's cock. Even though, after what had transpired moments earlier, he was pretty sure Roman already had Jey doing that and worse.
"No, leave Jey out of it," he almost pleaded, "I'll do it."
Solo didn't respond, but he released Jimmy's chin. His eyes remained fixed on him however, his cock still in his other hand watching Jimmy expectantly. Without another word, Jimmy took it in hand and began to slobber over it with his tongue. He remembered how Mya would tease his as if she savored the taste before she took it into her mouth. So he did as he recalled, feeling Solo harden even more under his ministrations.
"Yea, that's good, Uce," he brother groaned.
"Now take it in."
He did as instructed, struggling not to gag as Solo pushed it closer to the back of his throat. He used more saliva to coat it as he began to suck. His brother was fully hard now leaving no room to breath or swallow. So he breathed through his nose and again caught Solo's pubic musk.
"Mmm."
He had no choice but to inhale it, as he pulled his head back to slide forward and slowly sucked his brother off. Solo allowed him his pace as he tried to get used to it. For that small favor Jimmy was grateful. But that only lasted so long before Solo's passion took over and he was guiding Jimmy's head himself. He was steady, not the fevered pace he'd taken when fucking Jimmy's ass. Still his head was dangerously close to Jimmy's tonsils making it harder not to gag.
"That's right, swallow this dick," Solo panted as he fucked Jimmy's face.
His precum oozed the more and all Jimmy could taste was his essence. Amidst Solo's pleasured breaths were the unavoidable the slurps of suction. Slurps he'd heard numerous times over the years but always performed ON him not BY him. Even still, despite what was happening, the sounds were effecting him. To his own horror he felt a twitch in his own cock.
What?
"Look at me," Solo panted.
So he did. Catching those lust driven pupils glaring into him, glazed with the most terrifying desire and pleasure. Embarrassment tinged his eyes and he wanted to look away. But he dared not disobey lest Solo make good on his threat against Jey. He couldn't risk it.
Solo groaned louder before grabbing his hair tighter and sped up. Jimmy's eyes were stinging, from the exertion of the act but it was the sheer humiliation of looking up at his baby brother, with a mouth full of his cock that drew the first tear. Solo growled and suddenly he was beating Jimmy's throat without abandon. He gagged at the feel and the spasm seemed to please Solo more. Solo cursed out loud, never relenting.
Several more gags sent him over the edge and Jimmy felt his brother's cum flooding his mouth. It was too much to contain. Globs shot down his throat, threatening to come back up; some spilling out from between his lips, dribbling down his chin with his spit.
"UGHH!!!"
When Solo was finished, he slowly pulled out, smiling down at the mess he'd made of his brother. Jimmy's eyes were running, his nose was running and the front of his shirt was soaked with spit and cum. Solo leaned down, kissing him on the forehead affectionately.
"Oute alofa ia oe," he whispered with such conviction that despite what he'd done, there was no doubt of its truth.
When he released him, Jimmy dropped to his hands and knees, coughing and sniffling and trying to catch his bearings. He could still taste Solo. Still smell Solo. Still feel Solo in every orifice of his body. In his ass, in his mouth. In his throat. Solo had taken him in every way possible. He'd taken it all.
And whatever dignity Jimmy had held as a man, his baby brother had taken that too.
0_0
Jey sat quietly, his heart breaking at the sounds he heard coming from behind his brother's door. He wanted to get up, to intervene and stop what was happening but the Head of the family literally stood over him, preventing any action. He looked up at Roman whose arms were folded, a frown in place watching Jey.
"I told you to let them work it out."
"I know but--"
"So you don't have to follow orders? You calling shots? You know what's best for the family now?"
Roman was pissed. Jey knew.
"N-no I--"
"After all I do for you and your brother. I looked out for you when Jimmy was injured, I elevated you from a good tag team to the greatest tag team of our generation, I keep food on the table for you and our entire family and you still question my orders?"
He was in deep. There was no talking his way out of Roman's wrath when he was like this. Jey swallowed, wondering what his punishment would be this time. Roman had stopped beating him a long time ago so he didn't fear that. In a way he'd rather go back to those days. The beatings were simpler. The bruises would heal and he'd know not to disappoint his Tribal Chief again. But now his punishments were crueler.
Like "forgetting" to use lube when they were intimate together. Or completely ignoring Jey as if he didn't exist. Even as he lie next to him, begging to serve in any way Roman wished. He hated being shut out by the people he loved. He'd thought that was the cruelest of all. Until now.
Nothing compared to listening to his twin brother being sexually violated by their baby brother. And Roman was forcing him to hear all of it.
"I didn't mean to--"
"Give them space, I said. Let them work it out, I said. And what did you do? The exact opposite of what I said," Roman ranted on.
"It's like you don't trust my orders. Like you think you're more qualified to give orders. Is that what this is? You think you're more qualified to be the Tribal Chief?"
Jey immediately shook his head. That was a burden he no longer wanted. Not after what Roman had done to him at that Hell In A Cell match. Not after the things he'd done to him after...
"No, Uce I swear! I'm sorry! I just-- I'm sorry."
Roman looked him over, still not convinced. It would be a long night of making it up to him.
"You should be," his cousin remarked.
"And you will be. But for now I want you to listen to the consequences of what you did. I want you to hear what you did to Jimmy."
He gestured toward the door where they could hear Solo panting. And Jimmy gagging. Jey turned away.
"This is your fault, Jey. You wanted to insert yourself into Solo and Jimmy's business so here you go. A front row seat. This is what you wanted isn't it?"
He shook his head.
"Of course it is. That's why you disobeyed a direct order. When I told you to give them space. But you didn't want to give them space. You wanted to be in it. Now you're in it. And you're going to sit here and listen to every detail until I say you can get up. Got it?"
Roman always knew the worst ways to get to him. So Jey sat, listening to the entire session, to Solo cursing and Jimmy coughing and when it was over he still sat, awaiting Roman's permission to move. He was still waiting when the door opened and Solo emerged. The satisfied smirk on his face was enough to make Jey nauseous. He could easily compare it to the smirk that Roman had sported after their first encounter after Hell In A Cell. Except Solo's was a little more unsettling. Perhaps because unlike Roman, who'd always been a bit cocky growing up, Solo had once been the sweet little brother who looked up to him and Jimmy.
He could still remember the way Solo would follow them around, when they'd go swimming or play ball. The way he'd try to emulate their moves on the field. He'd even gone into football just like they had. Jey had been so proud. Jimmy too. They'd made as many games as they could to show their support. And when that hadn't worked out, it was the twins he'd called first when he'd decided to go into wrestling.
Their approval had given him the courage to take it to their dad. Especially Jimmy's. He'd always sought Jimmy's approval growing up. As their Pops was always on the road, Jimmy was the male authority he looked up to the most. Jey may have given him advice but Jimmy gave him validation.
Then Solo connected with Roman. And now...
"You handle your business?" The Tribal Chief asked his youngest cousin.
Solo nodded. He shot Jey a quick glance.
"It's all good."
Jey's stomach turned.
"Be that as it may, I think it would be better for Jimmy if he took a break from your brother right now," Roman said.
"Give the two of you more time to work out your issues. To bond."
Jey nearly gasped out loud. So this was his punishment. He stared at Roman, pleading with him to reconsider. He couldn't take Jimmy away from him. Not when Jimmy needed him the most.
"That sounds like a good idea," Solo agreed.
He left them for the kitchenette area where he grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge. He downed half of one on his way back to the bedroom.
"Let me know when dinner's ready. I'll be bringing Jimmy's food to him. He's going to be indisposed for a while."
Roman nodded his approval as they watched Solo head back inside. Jey wanted to say something to Solo, to tell him to go easy on Jimmy but he was already in enough shit. If he angered Roman further he might not get to speak to his twin for a month!
He could only imagine what Jimmy was experiencing. He still remembered his first time. He'd had no one to lean on, to talk to or express his complicated feelings. He'd felt so alone. He didn't want Jimmy to feel alone. Not with the humiliation, the imasculation, the fear and shame that came with being fucked up the ass by your own blood. Especially for his first time.
Jimmy needs me.
But he couldn't go to him. Roman wouldn't allow it. This was by far the cruelest punishment The Tribal Chief had ever inflicted.