"Kneel.”
For several days now, Victor had been playing his little game with Logan. Just enough bits of bread here and there, even three slices of ham yesterday, all eaten directly from Victor’s hand, to keep Logan alive.
And how eagerly he had devoured the three pieces of meat. Victor had clearly enjoyed having his brother lick his hands clean, if the barely audible moan Logan had caught was any indication.
“Kneel, Jimmy.”
This time Logan woke to complete darkness. Victor must have drugged his water. Because not only was Logan in complete darkness, but now his hands hand been bound behind his back and connected to the chain around his neck. And there was no way Logan would have willingly allowed this to happen. He had managed to stagger and sway to his feet. It took him a moment to realize that Victor had blindfolded him.
“Kneel.”
“No,” Logan hissed at his brother. He may have been weakened by hunger, but he still had enough strength to be defiant.
A set of claws burned across his shoulder. Logan managed to only grunt in pain. He could hear Victor chuckling. Logan began to turn toward the sound, when his brother scratched his other shoulder, a bit deeper than the first time. This brought a soft cry out from his lips, quickly swallowed.
“Kneel.” Commanded, not requested.
“Fuck you.” Retorted, not complied with.
Victor’s claws dug deep into the meat of his thigh. “That can be arranged,” Victor murmured.
Logan roared in pain, falling to one knee. He slipped in his own blood trying to get back up, crashing back to the cold, unforgiving floor. Lying on his side and drawing in desperate breaths as he waited for his wounds to heal, Logan tried to figure out where Victor was hiding in his blindness. There was only a slight disturbance of air before Victor’s boot heel crushed his kneecap.
This earned Victor the scream he has been looking for. He watched as his little brother writhed in pain. Grinning, he reached out to clutch the shattered kneecap in his hand to crush it a second time half way through its healing.
“Now, Jimmy, I need to start teaching you the rules,” he said evenly, still holding the kneecap. “When you do as you are told, you will be rewarded. However, should you fail to do as you are asked in a timely manner or if you defy me, then there is only one option.” He stood up before bringing his foot down to crush the kneecap a third time.
Logan screamed again, trying to kick away from Victor. “Damn you,” he gasped. “God damn you, Victor.”
Snarling, Victor hauled his weakly struggling brother into the air by the chain between neck and wrists. Angered, he flung Jimmy across the room. His little brother’s chain didn’t allow his body to go very far though, jerking him backwards once its full length had been reached. Jimmy lay bonelessly where he landed. His neck was broken, and he was also pretty sure that one of his shoulders was cracked from bouncing along the floor.
Logan didn’t move, focusing on trying to keep breathing as his body heals. He didn’t believe his brother would ever kill him intentionally. But Logan had no doubt that an accidental death was most likely a very realistic possibility right now.
“Jimmy?”
There was no real concern in his brother’s voice. Logan didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, as apparently one of his neck bones was currently crushing his vocal cords. He managed to twist his neck so the bone could heal back into its proper place.
“Jimm-mmy. Can you hear me?” That damned singsong tone had crept into Victor’s voice again.
He was tempted to tell his brother to fuck off. Instead, Logan opted for silence, pushing his forehead against the cool concrete floor. He managed to keep his breathing even. Maybe he could convince Victor he had passed out. If he could only just get out of these damned chains, he might stand a chance at escape.
Logan could not hide the involuntary cringe when Victor stopped by his head. The boot heel is so close. All Victor needs to do was lift his foot over his skull and-
“Jimmy? I know you’re awake,” Victor spoke softly. He has crouched down and pushed a strand of hair behind his brother’s ear. “You know, this would all go much easier on you if you would just do what I tell you to do.”
Once he was certain that his brother’s body was completely healed, Victor hauled Jimmy to his feet by his collar. “Stand,” he commanded flatly. This time, Jimmy did what he was told immediately. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Victor brushed his fingers along his little brother’s arms. He can smell the wariness coming from Jimmy. “Now, I am only going to tell you this one last time: Kneel.” He emphasized his demand by grinding his heel against the cement floor.
Victor watched his brother stiffen at the sound. Then, slowly, by inches, Jimmy lowered himself to his knees. Victor felt a desperate stab of pleasure in his gut. His little brother looked truly beautiful on his knees, bound and blind folded. They will definitely be playing like this again. He knew that Jimmy could tell he was aroused.
It was oh, so tempting to just grab Jimmy by the hair and force his mouth onto Victor’s cock. Fuck his throat raw.
But there will be plenty of time for that later. First, Jimmy must learn to behave like a Good Little Brother.
Reaching out, Victor lightly touched the back of his brother’s head. There was a twitch of fear. He will break Jimmy of that soon enough. Soon, Jimmy will learn to love their little games.
Victor smiled thinly. “I think it’s time you had a bath, Jimmy.”
