Bend You, Break You, Make You Mine

”Kneel.”

For several days now, Victor has been playing his little games 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.

“Kneel, Jimmy.”

This time he 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. He had managed to stagger to his feet. It took him a moment to realize that Victor had blindfolded him.

“Kneel.”

“No,” he hissed at his brother.

A set of claws burned across his shoulder. Logan manages to only grunt in pain. He can hear Victor chuckling. Logan begins to turn toward the sound, when his brother scratches his other shoulder, a bit deeper than the first time. This brings a soft cry out from his lips, quickly swallowed.

“Kneel.”

“Fuck you.”

This time Victor’s claws dig into the meat of his thigh. “That can be arranged,” Victor murmurs.

Logan roars in pain, falling to one knee. He slips in his own blood trying to get back up. Lying on his side and drawing in desperate breaths as he waits for his wound to heal, Logan tries to figure out where Victor is hiding in his blindness. There is only a slight disturbance of air before Victor’s boot heel crushes his kneecap.

This earns Victor the scream he has been looking for. He watches as his little brother writhes in pain. Grinning, he reaches out to clutch the shattered kneecap in his hand to crush it a second time half way through its healing.

Now, Jimmy, we need to start teaching you the rules,” he says 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 stands, then brings his foot down to crush the kneecap a third time.

Logan screams again, trying to kick away from Victor. “Damn you,” he gasps. “God damn you.”

Snarling, Victor hauls his weakly struggling brother into the air by the chain between neck and wrists. Angered, he flings Jimmy across the room. His little brother’s chain doesn’t allow his body to go very far though, jerking him backwards once its full length had been reached. Jimmy lies bonelessly on the floor. His neck is broken, and he’s also pretty sure that one of his shoulders has been pulverized.

Logan doesn’t move, focusing on trying to keep breathing as his body heals. He doesn’t know if his brother would ever actually kill him intentionally. But Logan has no doubt that an accidental death is most likely a very realistic possibility right now.

“Jimmy?”

There is no concern in his brother’s voice. Logan doesn’t answer, can’t answer, as apparently one of his neck bones is currently severing his vocal cords. He manages to twist his neck so the bone can heal back into its proper place.

“Jimm-mmy. Can you hear me?”

He is tempted to tell his brother to fuck off. Instead, Logan opts for silence, pushing his forehead against the cool concrete floor. He manages to keep his breathing even. Maybe he can convince Victor he has passed out.

Logan cannot hide the involuntary cringe when Victor stops by his head. The boot heel is so close. All Victor needs to do is lift his foot over his skull and-

“Jimmy? I know you’re awake,” Victor speaks softly. He has crouched down and pushes 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 is certain that his brother’s body is completely healed, Victor hauls Jimmy to his feet by his collar. “Stand,” he commands flatly. This time, Jimmy does what he is told immediately. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Victor brushes 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 emphasizes his demand by grinding his heel against the cement floor.

Victor watches his brother stiffen at the sound. Then, slowly, by inches, Jimmy lowers himself to his knees. Victor feels a desperate stab of pleasure in his gut. His little brother looks truly beautiful on his knees, bound and blind folded. They will definitely be playing like this again. He knows that Jimmy can tell he’s aroused.

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 touches the back of his brother’s head. There is a twitch of fear. He will break Jimmy of that soon enough. Soon, Jimmy will learn to love their little games.

Victor smiles thinly. “I think it’s time you had a bath, Jimmy.”