It has been a long time since Logan had felt true, gut wrenching terror. But he definitely felt it now as he knelt on the basement floor, waiting for his brother to return. He had always known Victor was a sadistic son of a bitch, but to have the full focus of such attentions on himself-
Logan heard his brother grunt softly as he set a large something down on the floor. Victor quickly disappeared again. Logan didn’t dare to move as his brother made several trips, this time with buckets of water. He surmised that Victor must have brought down a tub.
Logan did not particularly care for the idea of his brother watching him bathe. He also wished he could see, but the blindfold was too tight to even slip out of place to give him a hint of what was going on.
Suddenly, Victor was right in front of him. Logan struggled not to pull away, but still flinched. Victor “hmm”ed at him, neither approving nor disapproving. Logan could smell that Victor was slightly aroused and excited. His insides churned at the thought of what his brother really wanted from him.
“Now, Jimmy, we’re going to see how well you can behave,” Victor said softly, dragging the back of one claw along the side of his brother’s face. “I’m going to take the chain off. Don’t do anything foolish.”
Logan contemplated if he could take his brother in a fight. He would just need to wound him long enough to get out of the building.
Victor was not a fool. He reached up and carefully undid the chain that bound Jimmy to the wall, but not the one between neck and hands. He lovingly set the longer chain on the floor. Holding Jimmy by one elbow, he helped his little brother get to his feet. Victor may have kept Jimmy’s food intake low, but he suspected that adrenalin would get Jimmy far. He guided his little brother over to the tub and helped him to get in. “Down,” he commanded, pushing on Jimmy’s shoulder.
Logan slowly went to his knees for the second time. The tub was thankfully filled with warm water. After so many days and nights in a cold basement, even he could appreciate this minor creature comfort. He waited for Victor to unchain his hands so that he can wash.
Victor did no such thing. Instead he cupped one hand to pour water into Jimmy’s hair before working soap into it. The soap was quickly washed away.
Picking up a soft rag and the soap, Victor dunked both in the tub. “I shouldn’t have let you go this long without a bath, Jimmy,” Victor murmured. He started washing his brother’s shoulders, lovingly scrubbing away days of filth. He moved more slowly over Jimmy’s front, watching as the soap and water slid off of his body. He couldn’t help making small noises of approval.
Victor suddenly pushed Jimmy forward and startws washing his backside, holding him slightly upright with one hand. He again slowed down in his ministrations when he got to his brother’s ass. Unable to help himself, he let the rag drop into the water. He lightly ran claws around the edges, finally grabbing one cheek firmly in his palm. “Oh, Jimmy,” he whispered reverently in his brother’s ear. How many years he had longed to be able to do this, and now he had Jimmy where he always wanted him. Victor had to force himself not to rush things, lest he completely scare Jimmy off.
Panic crept into Logan’s voice. “Victor? Victor, what the hell do you think you’re-“
“Shush, Jimmy,” Victor rumbled, now circling the entrance to his brother with the pad of one thumb. “I just want to make you feel good.” Yes, his little brother would quickly learn that the only pleasures he would be getting were coming from Victor’s hands, be it food, water, or sex.
Victor slowly pushed his index finger into his brother, but pulled back when Jimmy started to thrash and curse. He roughly grabbed his brother by the back of the head and shook him like the insolent pup he is. “Stop that,” he admonished Jimmy.
“Then keep your damn fingers out of me!” Logan snapped.
Grumbling, Victor set Jimmy down in the tub. He dragged the folding chair over. Reaching back into the tub, he grabbed Jimmy by the chain. Jimmy tried to struggle, but a sharp punch to the back of his head stopped that for a moment. Victor took the moment of silence to put Jimmy in a better position, chest propped on the side of the tub with his feet pulled back and hooked over the other end.
Victor waited until he is certain that Jimmy was fully aware again before pushing the tip of his finger back to his brother’s entrance. “Now, Jimmy, if you stay still like a good boy, this will feel good.” Victor leaned in close to Jimmy’s ear. “But if you should do anything stupid, you will only wind up hurting yourself.” Using the soapy water to help ease the pain a little, Victor pushed his finger in slowly. This time, Jimmy only grunted.
Logan tried desperately to shut out what Victor was doing to him. Wade had hinted on several occasions (loudly and with pantomime) that Victor might have also been interested in men. He had also waxed poetic one day about how all of the men looked like Logan. If he ever lives to see Wade again, he will never let the damn fool know that he was right.
The finger burned going in, and Logan felt mildly relieved when Victor pulled the finger back out. But it was quickly shoved back in. In and out, over and over again. It was as if Victor is searching for something. His brother’s finger twisted around, until he hit-
“Ah!” Jimmy cried out in surprise. Victor grinned. He quickly adds a second finger. Having found that wonderful little spot in his brother, he knew it wouldn’t take long.
But why should Jimmy be the only one to enjoy this?
Removing his fingers and quickly cleaning them in the tub, Victor undid his pants and let his own straining want out into the cool air. He lifted Jimmy into his lap, letting his erection rub against his brother’s ass. “Are you going to be a good little brother, Jimmy?” he asked, reaching around to run a finger along his little brother’s cock. He began to stroke Jimmy slowly, the tunnel of his hand tight enough to be felt but loose enough not to let Jimmy get off first. “You want to be a good brother, don’t you, Jimmy?” he purred, pressing his lips against Jimmy’s neck.
“Victor, stop this.” Logan struggled with his warring feelings of disgust and desire.
Victor gave his brother a gentle nip. “Don’t tell me you’re going to start misbehaving, Jimmy,” he admonished in a sing song voice. “Now, you want to be a good brother, don’t you?”
“Fine, yes,” Logan bit out.
“Yes, what?” Victor teased, licking his brother’s neck and bringing his hand away from Jimmy’s cock to tweak a nipple. “What are you saying yes to?”
Logan whined in his need. Damn Victor for this! The bastard was working him into a lustful frenzy. “I want-“ He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Victor knew he’s won. Dragging his claws down his brother’s belly, he again took him in hand and returned to slowly working his obvious arousal. “Say it,” he hissed.
“I… want-“
“Say it, Jimmy.”
“I want… to be… a good brother.”
“That’s my boy,” Victor praised, lifting Jimmy up. Gripping Jimmy’s hips tightly, he slowly lowered him onto his erection. Jimmy thrashed a bit, begging him to stop. Victor expects this and lets it slide this time. After all, he was almost completely certain this is Jimmy’s first time with another man. Soon, his brother was fully sitting in his lap. “Such a good brother,” he whispers in Jimmy’s ear, before lifting his brother up a bit and beginning to thrust.
This proved to be awkward, so Victor rolled his brother onto the floor. He placed one of the several towels he had brought down earlier under Jimmy, so he wouldn’t be face first on cold concrete. Victor rolled up a second towel to make a pillow for his head. Once his brother was in a more agreeable position, Victor pushed back in with a single thrust and resumed his leisurely pace. While he would love to just fuck his brother senseless, he knew he must hold back just this once. After a few different angle attempts, he found Jimmy’s prostate again.
Soon, Jimmy’s pained grunts and growls took on a more enjoyable sound. Victor paused for a moment, gripping Jimmy’s hair in one hand. Bound like this, he was completely as Victor’s whims and his mercy.
Reaching around, Victor fists his brother in time to his thrusts, still holding onto his brother’s hair. Victor snapped his hips, making sure to hit that glorious bundle of nerves in Jimmy’s body each time. The mere tightness of his brother’s ass is enough to bring Victor to the edge of release.
Jimmy came with a surprised gasp. Victor followed with a pleased snarl.
Victor pulled Jimmy up so that he was sitting with his back to Victor’s chest. Victor’s softening cock is still inside Jimmy’s body. His little brother was shaking, a combination of the cold against an originally wet body and trying to understand what has just happened. Pulling out of his brother, Victor maneuvered him into a warm embrace. Taking the rag out of the tub, he set about to finishing his brother’s bath. “Very good, Jimmy,” he praised softly. “You’re a very good little brother.”
Logan’s mind is rolling in confusion. He just got fucked by his own brother, and some part of him clearly liked it. He knew he had to get out of here before Victor tortured him with any of his deranged games.
