The bath was unpleasant.

Matthew always had the two men all over him, hands trailing up and down his body when they shouldn't be, loud and gruff voices murmuring things he had tried to stop paying attention to.

Easier said than done.

"Mattie, you're the cutest thing ever! I'm so lucky to have a bro like you." Alfred laughed comically as he massaged Matthew's thighs.

Stop that.

You're my brother.

"Alfred, you idiot, you forgot to take off his glasses." Ivan grumbled, leaning over the side of the tub and casting a shadow over the small male so he could pluck the frames off Matthew's face.

No.

I need those to see.

Please.

Matthew was now blinded to their attacks. Each time a hand was pressed to a new, vulnerable part of him he jerked and the two others laughed. Why where they laughing? Was this amusing to them?

Oh, yes, it was.

When they were satisfied with their results, Ivan and Alfred pulled the trembling teen out of the tub and drained the water. They left him on the cold floor for a moment to observe. Why wasn't there a floormatt? Matthew had a fluffy white one in his bathroom. Sometimes he would lay on it.

"Let's leave him to air dry like this!" Alfred exclaimed suddenly. "He's so cute when he's trembling!"

"N-No..." Matthew pushed out through clattering teeth. He shouldn't be this cold. Maybe fear was to blame for half of this.

"да, let us leave him like this. Stand up, Mattvey. We are going downstairs." Ivan instcructed. He stood, Alfred soon following.

"No." Matthew repeated, thanking the Sun that his voice stayed decently steady.

"No what?" Alfred cooed and stroked the side of Matthew's dripping head.

Matthew didn't answer.

Ivan scoffed and shared a look with Alfred that Matthew couldn't see.

"Fine then, Mattvey."

Ivan grabbed Matthew by his elbow and hoisted him to his feet and pulled him out of the bathroom. Matthew stumbled over his own feet repeatedly, but Ivan didn't stop for him. Ivan stopped in front of a door, swinging it open to show off a small, dark closet. He threw Matthew inside and Matthew was shocked by the icey coldness of the small area. Before Matthew could even collect himself, the door slammed and locked behind him.

"No- No, Ivan!" Matthew cried out, turning and banging his fists into the door. "What are you doing?" There was no response.

"Let me out!"

Matthew was in there for three days.

When the door opened, shedding light onto Matthew and making him cringe, he could only think of one thing.

He was so cold.

He didn't know who it was who picked him up and carried him into a much warmer room and onto a much, much warmer bed, but, judging from the larger physique, he assumed it was Ivan.

Ivan.

Matthew was sorry.

He wanted to tell Ivan that he was sorry, but he couldn't find his voice. Was he really sorry? Did he do anything wrong? No, Matthew didn't do anything wrong. He shouldn't need to apologize to Ivan. He wouldn't apologize to Ivan.

But if he apologized would it make Ivan happy?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Matthew chanted out softly. A heavy warm weight was placed on him. Matthew held onto the warm fabric till his knuckles turned white. Ivan placed his hand on Matthew's hair, stroking from the crown of his head to his cheek to his shoulder.

"I know you are, Mattvey." Ivan purred all too happily. The gentle hand stroking Matthew left, so did the body causing the dip in the bed. Matthew could let out the breath he was holding in when the door shut quietly.

He was still blind without his glasses, but at least he was warming up. And since he was warming up he could focus more on his other needs. He had to use the bathroom and his stomach was empty and his head hurt. After a moment of sitting in bed flexing his fingers and toes, Matthew wondered if he could get up.

Matthew had no time to think that over. The door opened and a sweet scent wafted in. Matthew's brows knit together and he forced his eyes open. His back was to the door. There was another dip in the mattress which took Matthew off guard and made him almost roll off the bed.

"Hey, Mattie." The voice was calm and didn't sound anything like Matthew's brother. It sounded like a childs father who was going to tell them their dog died. "Did you have fun in the closet? Sorry 'bout that, it must've been cold in there. I bet you're hungry, right? Yeah, you are. I can tell. But you needed to be punished, Matthew! This won't be very happy if you disobey us."

Shut up.

Please, shut up.

Leave me alone.

"I brought you pancakes."

Matthew turned his head slightly to look at the blurred image of his brother. Sitting on his lap was a tray, with what could only be pancakes on it. With some difficulty, Alfred managed to sit Matthew up and wrap the blankets around him. Alfred picked something up off of the tray and shoved it onto Matthew's face, and everything became clear. Matthew's glasses.

"You can't eat all snuggled up in that blankie, Mattie, so I'm going to feed you!" Alfred said joyously, and a little too loudly. Matthew's head was still throbbing and his empty stomach was starting to ache and groan for food.

Alfred cut off a little piece of pancake and held it up on a fork in front of Matthew's face. "Come on, Mattie! Open up for the airplane!"

Matthew turned his head, refusing to be fed like a baby.

Alfred huffed and put down the fork. "Your loss!" He sighed and picked up the tray and made his way out of the room.

Matthew's stomach spoke for him. "W-Wait..." He called out in a hoarse voice. He thought Alfred hadn't heard him at first, but when he finally turned and smiled at Matthew, Matthew wasn't sure if he was happy or not.

Alfred returned to the bed and fed Matthew. It was embarrassing, but Matthew was too hungry to care. Alfred also had brought a steaming cup of hot cocoa, which he also insisted on helping Matthew drink it.

It was finally over with, so Alfred left. Not without telling Matthew how much he loved him, first.

When Matthew was sure he was alone, he cried into his hands. It wasn't much of wet tears streaking down his face; more of hiccuping and whimpering and shaking.

After the fit of crying was over, Matthew decided it would be best to try and explore. He wiggled out of the mountain of blankets and slid off of the bed. The hardwood floor was cold on his feet. A moment was needed for Matthew to adjust. He waddled over to the door and slowly twisted the knob. It was locked.

Matthew turned away from the door and looked around the room. Besides the bed, there wasn't that much to decorate the room. A bedside table, a dresser with a mirror, and another door that was most likely a closet and two windows opposite of the door. Matthew walked to the dresser, leaning over the wooden edge of it to stare at himself in the mirror.

Oh, God.

He looked disgusting.

His cheeks were flushed pink and had tear stains trailing down them. His eyes were red and puffy and drooping. There were large bags under his eyes and his hair was a matted mess. Matthew ran a hand through his hair, pulling and tugging on the knots. It was useless.

Matthew walked back to the bed as soon as he felt his headache start to return.

He plopped down upon the bed, swaddling himself in a cocoon of blankets again.

Maybe he could escape somehow. The door was locked. If he could open the windows, he could find a way to get down and then he would run to the cops! It was the perfect plan. He would just have to be very stealthy.

Matthew rolled off of the bed again and tiptoed to one of the windows. It was an old cabin, so the windows were also of an older fashion- which also meant they were easier to open. He pushed open one of the windows.

No way.

Matthew grinned and swung his legs over the side of the frame. Luck was on his side, finally. He wiggled forward a bit more and gripped onto the sides of the window. He looked down at the ground below him. It was a bit of drop, obviously, since he was on the second floor. There was no other way down than just dropping.

With a deep breath, Matthew pushed himself over the edge. He landed painfully on his legs, though he instantly fell to this knees. He had to bite down on his hand to keep from crying out in pain. Without waiting to look at the damage done, Matthew was off.

He didn't get far before he heard voices.

"Aww, Mattvey, that was the wrong decision!"

"What did you expect, Ivan? I was hoping it wouldn't have to be like this, though!"

What in the world where they talking about? Matthew looked over his shoulder to see the two of them sitting on the porch with shit-eating grins. Matthew felt his chest tighten in ultimate panic.

"No, no, no!" He wailed, turning away when the two adults started to move. He looked back on all his gym classes. He'd had to run in worse conditions!

Come on, Matthew!

His breath was coming out in staggering gasps and his lungs were crying as hard as he, though he pushed himself harder and harder. The dirt road he was following seemed to go on forever and ever.

He finally saw a break in the road, dirt turning into pavement.

The weight on his shoulders almost dissappeared.

That is, until a large force knocked him down and made him skid on his stomach. Someone sat on him, and Matthew flailed. He had to escape, it was so close.

"Stop! Get off!" He screamed till his throat was raw, begging for help from anyone. He kicked and struggled harder.

The person on him grunted and rolled off.

"Ow! Fuck! My nuts!"

Matthew staggered onto his feet and tried to limp away. A large hand wrapped around his ankle and pulled his leg up, making the rest of his body fall onto the ground.

His arms and legs were pinned down, but he didn't stop struggling.

"Stop that, Mattvey. You are getting nowhere." Ivan purred into his ear.

That hit Matthew like a brick. It was impossible. He couldn't escape. Ivan and Alfred had taken all precautions. They knew Matthew would try to escape, so they waited for him. All of Matthew's adreniline left him and he lay limp, the pain from the wounds he suffered from finally getting to him.

"We knew that you would do that. Well, we didn't know! We wanted to test you, to see if you wuold escape or not, so we left the window's unlocked and waited for you!" Alfred patted Matthew's head. "You've dissapointed us, Mattie. You need to be punished again."

Fear struck Matthew's gut. He didn't want to be punished again. "N-No, please, no... I'll be good, I promise! I don't want to be punished again."

"I dunno, Mattie! You were really bad. You caused us a lot of trouble, and you hurt big bro." Alfred grabbed a handful of Matthew's hair and tugged harshly, forcing his head up. Matthew and Alfred locked eyes.

"I'm sorry. Please." Matthew whispered.

"Hmm..." Alfred said and tapped his chin. He was treating Matthew like a baby again. "If you make Alfred's owies feel better, we'll think about it."

Make his owies feel better? What did that mean? Matthew kicked Alfred in his nuts, so that could only mean one thing.

"But-" Matthew started, only to be interupted.

"No but's!" Alfred leaned back. "Do it. Now." There was a menacing tone in his voice that frightened Matthew.

The weight on his legs dissappeared. Alfred pulled Matthew onto his knees and gripped onto his hair again. "I'm waiting!" He sang.

A small sob shook Matthew as he moved closer to Alfred, his shaky hands messing with his pants and pulling them down to his knees. His boxers were quick to join the pants. Matthew's lip quivered at the sight of his brothers penis before him.

He looked up at Alfred again, who was staring down at him with eyes half-lidded.

Matthew's trembling hands grapped Alfred's dick and gently stroked him once. Matthew didn't know how to please another man like this, even though he was a homosexual he wasn't sexually active, so he did what felt good when he did it himself.

He pumped Alfred a few times, watching him grow half hard.

"Use your mouth." Alfred commanded.

Matthew cringed and slowly licked the head of his cock. He licked again, hands still working the shaft, and took a bit in his mouth. He continued that treatment, taking more in his mouth and hands working lower. It was uncomfortable for Matthew; his brother was larger than he expected.

His brother.

Matthew pulled back and coughed a bit.

He was sucking off his brother.

If he didn't he would get punished.

Matthew took him in his mouth again, sucking and pumping him. When there was hardly any room for his hands on the shaft, his hands left to play with Alfred's testicles. It was really wet. All around his mouth was spit and precum.

Surprisingly, it wasn't long before Alfred pulled back and came all over Matthew's face.

"Oh, God, I thought I'd never get to feel something as amazing as that!" Alfred laughed loudly. "I love you, Mattie. You're the best brother."

Alfred fixed himself up as Matthew coughed and sputtered and tried cleaning his face of all the sperm.

"You are not done, Mattvey. I still want some! We will finish in the house, though. I do not favour doing these things outdoors."

Woah okay uh hey.

I finally updated this.

Sorry.

The bj is kind of rushed because I'm going to a skating class, so, weh.

Sorry again.