older brother that wants you so badly he drives out of town with you, pulling into a shitty gravel parking lot. he can barely wait to have you, kissing you as he haphazardly spreads an itchy blanket out in his truck bed.

you barely have time to react before he is unbuckling your pants, his knee firmly locked between your legs, brushing your aching dick. he doesn't bother taking anything off, no condom either, it's just pure unrestrained desire. he said he just wanted head, but it was starting to be clear he wanted a lot more. you feign disapproval, you have also been craving this.

Praising him only by saying "good boy" or "good puppy". Making him kneel all the time. Petting him. Getting him a kennel. Dog bowls. Calling rewards 'treats' instead. Collars and leashes. Going out and calling them his daily 'walks'. Making him earn the right to cum by barking for you.

Calling everything a "joke". It's just for fun. Brothers mess around like that all the time! It's not like you genuinely want him to play fetch like a puppy!

"he isn't always glued to my side."

"he's just joking when he says that stuff about me, obviously."

"no, he never butts in when someone tries flirting with me."

"what? of course he didn't kiss me on the cheek the other day."

"those noises you heard on vc the other night? that was nothing. don't worry about it."

It’s been five…no six months since he’s taken his little brother. The news still reports on him, his parents crying to the camera, begging for both their sons to be returned. They have no idea big brother is the one who did it all, that he whisked his little brother away in the middle of the night, faked their ransoms notes.

His little brother is tied up next to him, silent tears rolling down his face. He’s so bruised up, his own fault from fighting so much. It’d be easier if he just stopped. If he just submitted. But he never does. He’s too full of fire and life for that. His big brother has an arm wrapped around him, squeezes his shoulder in what’s supposed to be a comforting manner but it just makes the smaller one whine through his gag.

“You know I love you, right? So much.” He hooks a finger in the cloth tied in his brothers mouth, tugging it down. Maybe he’ll say it back this time.

“I hate you! I wish you would just leave me alone!”

They’re silent for a moment, nobody talks.

“Do you really want that? For me to leave you alone?”

His little brother stares at him in disgust and shock. Ofcourse that’s what he wants. Who wants their big brother touching them everyday, kissing them, fucking them? Nobody. It’s sick. It’s disgusting and wrong.

“Yes. Leave me alone.” He says through grit teeth.

“Okay…if that’s what you want. You can’t leave the house still, but you can have free reign. We’re miles away from any civilization.” He starts to undo his bindings. “I won’t touch you anymore. Or talk to you. You can have the extra room upstairs. If you try to leave I will kill you. So don’t.”

Little brothers heart is hammering in his chest. He’s still trapped, but could he really be free from his brothers grasp?

Days go by and his big brother is true to his word. He doesn’t touch him, doesn’t kiss him, he doesn’t wake up to somebody’s hands between his legs and down his pants. He can breathe. Hes free. Or free adjacent. It doesn’t matter, he’ll take it. Things are good.

Until four weeks go by. His brother comes home but he’s not alone, he’s got a boy with wide eyes who’s sobbing and bound with rope.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He asks when he drags the poor boy through the front door.

“You don’t want it to be you, right? It’s gotta be somebody. Come on isn’t he cute?” His big brother wraps his hand around the boys cheeks, giving them a squeeze. “He bruises so easily. Cries so perfectly. He’ll be a good replacement. Dont worry, I’ll keep him out of your way.”

He feels sick to his stomach. Ofcourse he does! His brother is a maniac and he’s kidnapped somebody else and is torturing them! Anyone would feel sick. But that’s not all he feels.

Late at night when he’s supposed to be asleep, he can hear them through the walls. He hears the way the new boy moans, how his brother praises him and coos at him. And it makes his chest hurt. His brother is touching somebody else. He waits til their done. Waits til his brother goes to shower to peak in on the boy.

His wrists are tied to the headboard, and he looks at little brother with pleading eyes. Maybe he’s been around his brother too much, but he doesn’t feel sorry for this boy.

When big brother finishes his shower he heads back to his room, stopping in the door frame and smiling at what he sees. His little brother sitting the boys chest, holding a pillow over his face. When he glances over his shoulder at his big brother he’s crying.