The late afternoon sun beat down on the chlorinated water, turning the ripples into liquid gold as Jeff dragged the vacuum head along the pool's bottom. His knuckles, whitened around the aluminum pole. The laughter from the patio—sharp, mocking, and familiar—cut through the hum of the filter. Jared's voice rose above the others, recounting the "shower incident" at Rikers with theatrical flair, how Jeff supposedly dropped the soap and took three guys at once like a common bitch, a completely made up story to try and humiliate Jeff. Jasper chimed in, quieter but no less cruel, adding details about Jeff's prison tattoos being "trashy tramp stamps." Their friends’ snickers were like wasps buzzing near Jeff’s ear.
He kept vacuuming, methodical and silent. The suction hose snaked through the water, devouring debris. His shoulders were rigid beneath his thin work shirt, sweat plastering the fabric to the ridges of his body. Ignoring them was an art form, perfected over years of surviving places where a flinch meant weakness. But Jared, fueled by cheap beer and the thrill of an audience, misinterpreted Jeff's stillness for fear. "What, ex-con? Cat got your tongue?" Jared taunted, stepping closer to the pool's edge, his shadow falling across the water where Jeff worked. "Or you just dreaming about getting bent over again?"
The aluminum pole was slick in Jeff's grip. He focused on a stubborn patch of algae clinging to the tile seam near the deep end. The laughter intensified, brittle and sharp. He heard the shuffle of bare feet on hot concrete, the clink of Jared’s beer bottle hitting the patio table. Then came the sudden, jarring impact—Jared’s palms slamming hard between Jeff's shoulder blades. The world tilted violently. Chlorine flooded his nostrils, stinging and acrid, as he plunged into the water.
Sunlight fractured through the surface, casting wavering bars of gold across his vision. His lungs burned, a tight fist of panic clenching beneath his ribs. He thrashed, his knuckles scraping rough plaster as he kicked free of the hose. When he broke the surface, gasping, chlorine water streamed down his scarred face. Jared stood at the edge, chest heaving with laughter, his buddies echoing it like hyenas. "Looked thirsty, bitch!" Jared crowed, spittle flying.
Jasper sat perched on a lounger, frozen. His knuckles were white where they gripped the armrests, his face pale beneath the summer tan. He watched Jeff haul himself from the pool, water cascading off his heavy boots, each step squelching on the hot concrete. Jeff didn’t shake off the water; he wore it like a second skin, cold rivulets tracing paths down his spine, raising gooseflesh despite the heat. His eyes, shooting daggers, locked onto Jared. Silence fell, thick and sudden, broken only by the frantic drip-drip-drip from Jeff’s clothes and the distant drone of a lawnmower.
Jeff closed the distance in five deliberate strides, each wet footfall echoing like a drumbeat on the patio stone. Water pooled around his boots as he stopped, inches from Jared. Jared’s sneer faltered, a flicker of uncertainty replacing the bravado in his eyes as he took in the raw fury radiating from Jeff’s sodden form – the clenched jaw, the scarred knuckles resting loosely at his sides, the water beading on the faded prison ink peeking from his damp collar. Jeff’s voice, when it came, was a low, guttural rasp, barely louder than the trickle of water from his sleeve cuff, but it cut through the tense air like a blade. "You’re going to regret that," he stated, the words devoid of heat but heavy with a promise that made the sweat prickle coldly on Jared’s upper lip.
For a heartbeat, Jared truly looked afraid, his throat working as he swallowed hard, his gaze darting towards the house as if seeking refuge. Then, his spine stiffened. He remembered the power dynamic, the fragile safety net woven by his father’s charity. A brittle smirk returned. "Yeah?" Jared scoffed, puffing out his chest, though his voice held a tremor he couldn't quite mask. "Be careful now, Uncle Jeff," he spat the title like an insult, gesturing dismissively towards the pool house where Jeff slept. "Wouldn’t want my daddy to kick your ass to the curb." He leaned in, his breath hot and sour with beer. "If that happened? You’d be back selling that sweet ass again, just like in prison." Nervous laughter erupted from his friends, sharp and too loud, a brittle shield against the palpable menace radiating from Jeff’s silent, dripping figure.
Jeff didn’t react with words. His movement was sudden, economical, and terrifyingly precise. One hand shot out, not a wild swing, but a controlled, piston-like shove straight to the center of Jared’s bare chest. The impact was solid, a dull *thump* that drove the air from Jared’s lungs in a startled *whoosh*. Jared’s eyes bulged, his smirk vanishing as his arms pinwheeled wildly for balance. His bare heels scraped desperately on the wet concrete, finding no purchase, before his legs folded beneath him. He landed hard on his ass with a jarring *crack*, the force reverberating up his spine, leaving him momentarily breathless and stunned. The laughter died instantly, replaced by a collective intake of breath. Jasper lurched halfway off his lounger, frozen mid-motion.
Jeff loomed over the fallen figure, water still dripping steadily from his face onto the hot concrete where it hissed and vanished. His shadow engulfed Jared, a dark, sodden monolith. He leaned down, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that scraped against the sudden silence, thick with menace. "Careful, bitch," Jeff breathed, the words chilling despite the afternoon heat. He let the implication hang, heavy and suffocating, before adding, "I got ways to deal with snitches." His gaze, flat and predatory, flicked deliberately towards Jasper for a fraction of a second, then back to Jared. It was a look that bypassed reason, a silent promise of consequences far worse than a bruised ass. Jared’s bravado evaporated, replaced by naked fear as he scrambled backward on his palms, the rough concrete tearing skin, putting space between himself and Jeff’s dripping boots.
Jared pushed himself up onto unsteady feet, his ass screaming with every movement, his face flushed with a mixture of pain and humiliation. He could *hear* his friends whispering behind him and kind of laughing at him, the sounds sharp and muffled, like wasps trapped in a jar. *"...got shoved on his ass..." "...looked scared shitless..." "...Uncle Jeff..."* The words were indistinct but the derision was palpable, a low hum of betrayal vibrating against his spine. His shoulders hunched instinctively, trying to block out the sound, the heat of their judgment burning hotter than the sun on his skin. He didn't dare turn around, didn't want to see the smirks, the exchanged glances that confirmed his sudden fall from alpha to laughingstock. The sting of the concrete scrapes on his palms was nothing compared to this raw, exposed shame.
"Jared, man, just... just chill," Jasper said, his voice strained, stepping cautiously between his twin and Jeff’s looming, dripping form. He kept his hands slightly raised, palms out, a useless gesture of peace that felt flimsy against the thick tension crackling in the air. His eyes darted from Jared’s furious, trembling form to Jeff’s impassive, dangerous stillness. "He didn't mean it, Jeff, okay? He was just messing around. Let it go." Jasper’s plea sounded thin, unconvincing even to his own ears, drowned out by the frantic pulse pounding in Jared’s ears. Jared could feel the slick, cold sweat breaking out across his forehead, mingling with the lingering chlorine smell clinging to the air, a bitter, chemical tang that made his stomach churn.
But Jared wasn’t listening. The scrape of concrete against his palms burned, a raw, stinging reminder of his humiliation. The low whispers and stifled snickers from his friends were like shards of glass grating against his nerves. His face burned hot, the flush spreading down his neck. He shoved past Jasper, the movement sharp and graceless, his shoulder knocking into his twin hard enough to make Jasper stumble. "Fuck that! Fuck him!" Jared spat, his voice cracking with rage. He stalked across the patio. He snatched his phone off the glass tabletop where it lay beside a sweating beer bottle, his fingers trembling so violently he almost fumbled it. The cool glass screen felt foreign against his overheated skin.
Jasper watched, helpless, as Jared stabbed at the screen with his thumb, his knuckles white. The silence was thick now, broken only by the frantic tapping and the distant drone of the lawnmower. Jared’s friends had gone utterly still, their earlier amusement replaced by wary tension. They exchanged uneasy glances, shifting their weight, suddenly fascinated by the pattern of the patio stones or the shimmering surface of the pool. Jasper took a hesitant step towards his brother. "Jared, seriously, man, don’t—" he started, his voice low and urgent. "Dad’s gonna blow a gasket. Just… breathe for a sec."
Jared ignored him, his thumb hovering over the call button. His chest heaved. The humiliation of being shoved down, the sting of his scraped palms, the phantom echo of his friends' stifled laughter – it all coalesced into a white-hot fury that burned away any caution. He jabbed the button and immediately activated speakerphone, the tinny ringtone cutting through the heavy air like a buzzsaw. He held the phone out, screen facing the damp, silent figure of Jeff. "You think you’re tough?" Jared snarled, his voice trembling with rage. "Let’s see how tough you are when my dad hears about this."
The rings seemed to stretch, each one amplifying the tension. Jasper shifted uneasily, his gaze darting from his brother’s rigid back to Jeff’s unnerving stillness. Water still dripped from Jeff’s work pants, forming dark splotches on the sun-bleached concrete. Jeff’s expression remained impassive, but a flicker of something cold and calculating passed behind his eyes as he watched Jared’s phone. Then, the ringing stopped, replaced by the familiar, gruff baritone of their father, Matt, slightly distorted by the speaker. "Jared? What's up? I’m heading into a meeting."
Jared opened his mouth, fueled by righteous fury and the sting of humiliation, ready to unleash the damning accusation. But before a syllable could escape, Jasper lunged. He moved with surprising speed, his hand clamping down hard over the Jared’s mouth, muffling any sound. "It’s nothing, Dad!" Jasper blurted, his voice unnaturally high, strained with a panic that vibrated through his arm. He felt the vibration of their father’s confused voice through the plastic casing. "Just… dialed wrong! Sorry to bother you!" His thumb fumbled wildly, slick with sweat, stabbing at the screen until the call disconnected with a final, jarring beep. The silence that followed was absolute, heavy as a shroud.
Jasper stood frozen, chest heaving, the phantom echo of his own lie ringing in his ears. He could feel the heat of Jared’s furious glare boring into him, hotter than the afternoon sun. "What the *fuck*, Jas?" Jared hissed, his voice a low, venomous rasp, the betrayal sharpening his features. He snatched his phone back, the screen smeared with Jasper’s sweat. Jasper flinched, unable to meet his twin’s eyes, his gaze instead locking onto Jeff’s impassive, dripping form. Jeff hadn’t moved an inch, but a flicker of something unreadable – amusement? contempt? – passed through his eyes before vanishing, replaced by the familiar, chilling blankness.
"Come on," Jasper mumbled, the words thick and clumsy on his tongue. He grabbed Jared’s elbow, his fingers trembling. Jared resisted, muscles taut with fury, the tendons in his neck standing out like cords. "He’s not worth it," Jasper insisted, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper meant only for Jared. The chlorine smell from Jeff’s soaked clothes was suddenly overwhelming, cloying and chemical. "Dad’s gonna blow a *fuse* if you interrupt his big meeting today. Seriously. Let’s just…" Jasper swallowed hard, the image of Hyde Park flashing behind his eyelids – the blindfold, the swing, Jeff gripping his hips. "Let’s just head up to the house. Play some video games. Forget this asshole exists." He tugged harder, pulling Jared a stumbling step backwards, away from the silent, terrifying figure dripping onto the patio. The relief of putting distance between them and Jeff was immediate, a cool wash over his feverish skin, but it was short-lived.
Jeff watched them go, the twins stumbling towards the sprawling main house. Jared threw one last venomous glare over his shoulder, a silent promise of unfinished business. Jeff didn’t react. He stood statue-still, the late afternoon sun baking the water off his clothes. *Prison bitch.* The words echoed, not just from today, but from the echoing concrete hell of Rikers, a phantom chorus of sneering faces and grabbing hands. It wasn’t just the push; it was the casual, public degradation, the reminder of a past he wore like a brand, a past he sacrificed for his brother. The rage wasn’t a fire; it was cold, deep, like a subterranean river of ice flooding his veins. Jared needed more than a shove onto his ass. He needed to be *broken*. Shattered like cheap glass. But Matt, the pious, homophobic prick who owned this gilded cage, was Jared’s shield. Jeff needed leverage. Something undeniable. Something Matt couldn’t ignore or spin. He needed Jared’s destruction to be inevitable, self-inflicted, and utterly damning.
In the meantime, Jeff went inside the cramped pool house, the scent of mildew and chlorine stronger here. He peeled off the sodden clothes, the fabric clinging stubbornly to old scars on his back. The spray of the shower was scalding, a physical purge he craved. He stood under the near-boiling water until his skin flushed crimson, the steam thick with the ghosts of Jared’s taunts. He scrubbed hard, the cheap soap failing to erase the phantom feel of hands grabbing, the lingering sting of humiliation. Toweling off roughly, the coarse fabric abrading his skin, he pulled on clean jeans. The simple act felt like armor. Dressed, he stood before the cracked mirror over the tiny sink. His reflection stared back – A predator. Not prey. He ran a hand over his scarred face. The cold rage settled deeper, crystallizing into purpose. Jared’s reckoning wouldn’t be loud or messy. It would be surgical. Precise. Utterly devastating. And Jasper… Jasper was the scalpel. The weak twin. The one who froze. The one whose eyes had held something other than pure malice when Jeff emerged from the pool. Something Jeff could exploit.
Jeff retrieved the burner phone from its hiding place beneath a loose floorboard. The cheap plastic felt flimsy in his large, scarred hand. He powered it on, the screen casting a sickly green glow in the dim light of the pool house. He navigated to the messages, his thumb hovering over Jasper’s saved number. The silence was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic drip of a leaky faucet into the stained sink basin. He composed the message slowly, deliberately, each tap echoing like a hammer blow in the quiet: **Pool house. Now. Work off your brothers punishment.** He hit send. The faint electronic chirp sounded deafening.
Jasper’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He was sprawled on the leather couch in the media room, controllers littering the coffee table, the cacophony of gunfire and explosions from Jared’s game vibrating through the floor. Jared was shouting expletives at the screen, flanked by two friends engrossed in the virtual carnage. The vibration against Jasper’s thigh felt like an electric shock, jolting him from the forced nonchalance he’d been projecting. He shifted subtly, pulling the phone halfway out of his pocket just enough to see the screen’s glow illuminate the words: **Pool house. Now. Work off your brothers punishment.** His breath hitched, a cold sweat instantly prickling the back of his neck despite the room’s cool air conditioning. His stomach clenched, a sour taste flooding his mouth. *Work it off*. The implication was clear, horrifying, and yet a treacherous heat bloomed low in his belly.
He couldn’t move. Jared’s elbow nudged his ribs as his brother leaned forward, yelling, “Cover me, you idiots!” Jasper flinched, shoving the phone back into the depths of his pocket like it was radioactive. His palms were slick with sweat. He glanced at the clock above the massive TV – 3:15 PM. How long had it been since the message? Five minutes? Ten? Every second felt like an eternity under the weight of Jeff’s command and Jared’s oblivious proximity. His leg bounced uncontrollably, the leather cushion squeaking softly beneath him. He needed an excuse – water, the bathroom, *anything* – but his tongue felt thick and useless, glued to the roof of his mouth. The flickering screen light played across Jared’s focused, angry face, a stark reminder of the explosive humiliation Jeff had inflicted hours before. If Jared looked over now, saw the panic Jasper knew was etched onto his features… the thought made bile rise in his throat.
"Be right back," Jasper managed, the words scraping out like gravel. He pushed himself off the couch, trying to mimic nonchalance, but his knees nearly buckled. He kept his back rigid, avoiding eye contact as he shuffled towards the hallway door. "Gotta piss." Jared grunted, eyes never leaving the screen. One friend muttered, "Hurry up, we need you on overwatch." The pressure intensified, a physical band tightening around Jasper’s chest. He made it to the hallway, the cool air hitting his sweat-dampened skin. He leaned against the wall, hidden from view, gasping silently. His phone vibrated again – a silent scream against his thigh. He didn’t dare look. He knew it was Jeff. He knew the clock was ticking.
The knock was a dry, hesitant rattle against the pool house door. Jasper stood rigid on the cracked concrete step, the scent of chlorine thick in his nostrils, his knuckles hovering inches from the wood as if burned. Inside, the silence was absolute. He could feel the frantic thump of his own pulse in his throat, a counterpoint to the distant, muffled thud of bass from the main house where Jared still raged over his game. Sweat beaded on his upper lip despite the cooling air, tasting of salt and the metallic tang of fear. He hadn't meant to wait so long. The text – **Pool house. Now. Work off your brothers punishment.** – had been a cold brand against his thigh for twenty agonizing minutes, each second stretching into an eternity under Jared’s oblivious scrutiny. *Work it off*. The words echoed, conjuring images that tightened his stomach into a slick, cold knot.
He drew a shaky breath, the air catching in his chest like shards of glass, and knocked again. Harder this time. His palm, slick with sweat, left a faint, greasy smear on the peeling paint. He wiped it hastily on his chinos, the friction rough against his skin. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Had Jeff changed his mind? Was he even in there? The thought brought a flicker of absurd relief, instantly drowned by a deeper dread. Disobeying felt like stepping off a cliff. He remembered the deliberate flick of Jeff’s gaze towards him after shoving Jared down – a predator marking its next target. Jasper raised his hand a third time, knuckles whitening.
The door jerked inward so suddenly Jasper stumbled forward half a step. Jeff filled the narrow frame, backlit by a the light inside the pool house. He wore only faded jeans, slung low on his hips. The scent of cheap soap and something deeper, muskier, washed over Jasper. Jeff’s expression was unreadable, carved from shadow and sharp angles. His cold, dead blue eyes swept down Jasper’s frame, lingering for a fraction too long on his trembling hands, then back up to his face. He didn't speak. He simply stepped aside, the minimal movement a command more potent than words.
Jasper’s feet moved before his mind could protest, stepping over the threshold onto the worn linoleum. The door slammed shut behind him with a finality that vibrated through the small space. The sound was a physical blow, locking him in. Before Jasper could draw breath, Jeff’s hand shot out – not rough, but impossibly fast and strong – grabbing a fistful of Jasper’s expensive, thin cotton polo shirt just below the collar. Fabric tore with a sickening rip as Jeff yanked him forward, off-balance, until they were chest to chest. Jasper gasped, the air knocked from his lungs, his face inches from Jeff’s. He could see the scar on Jeff’s face more clearly up close, the dark stubble shadowing his jaw, the absolute, chilling blankness in his eyes. Jeff’s other hand was already at the button of Jasper’s chinos, blunt fingers popping it open with brutal efficiency. "You and your brother," Jeff rasped, his voice a low, gravelly scrape against Jasper’s ear, the heat of his breath carrying the faint scent of mint toothpaste and something primal, "better learn to shut your fucking mouths."
Panic seized Jasper, cold and sharp. He instinctively shoved against Jeff’s solid chest, palms slick with sweat sliding uselessly over the damp skin and hard muscle. "Jeff, wait—" The plea died in his throat as Jeff ignored the feeble resistance. The chinos slid down Jasper’s hips, catching at his thighs, the sudden chill of the humid air hitting his exposed skin making him shudder violently. Jeff’s hands were everywhere – shoving the ruined polo shirt up over Jasper’s ribs, the rough pads of his fingers scraping against sensitive skin. Jasper felt trapped, pinned by Jeff’s sheer physicality and the suffocating weight of the command. The scent of Jeff’s cheap soap and his own fear sweat mingled thickly in the cramped space. Jeff paused only to grab Jasper’s wrists in one large hand, pinning them together above his head against the cool, damp plaster wall beside the door. The rough texture scraped Jasper’s knuckles. Jeff leaned in, his breath hot on Jasper’s temple. "Especially you," he breathed, the words chilling despite their heat. "You think freezing makes you safe? Makes you innocent?" His free hand traced a deliberate, almost cruel path down Jasper’s bare flank, making Jasper flinch violently. "Tonight, you pay for Jared’s big mouth, or I could always show your dad that video we made.”
Jeff turned Jasper around and slammed him back into the wall with Jasper's ass fully exposed and spanked him good. The impact was sudden and brutal, Jasper’s cheekbone cracking hard against the cold plaster, sending a jolt of white-hot pain through his skull. He gasped, stars exploding behind his eyelids, the rough texture scraping his skin. Before he could recover, Jeff’s calloused palm cracked down hard on his bare ass cheek – a sharp, stinging blow that echoed like a gunshot in the tiny room. Jasper cried out, the sound muffled against the wall, his body jerking involuntarily. The sting bloomed instantly into a deep, radiating heat that spread across his entire buttock. Jeff didn’t pause. Another sharp crack landed on the opposite cheek, lower this time, harder. Jasper choked on a sob, his knees buckling slightly, only Jeff’s iron grip on his pinned wrists keeping him upright. The spanks came fast and rhythmic – *crack-crack-crack* – each one landing with precise, punishing force on the sensitive flesh of Jasper’s exposed backside. The pain was intense, immediate, a sharp sting that quickly deepened into a throbbing ache that seemed to pulse with his frantic heartbeat. Jasper squeezed his eyes shut, tears welling hotly, humiliation burning hotter than the pain blooming across his skin. He could feel the heat radiating from his punished flesh, the skin tightening and flushing violently under the relentless assault. Every muscle in his body clenched, trembling uncontrollably against Jeff’s unyielding hold. The only sounds were the sharp impacts, Jasper’s ragged gasps, and the frantic drumming of his own pulse in his ears.
Jeff stopped abruptly, leaving Jasper trembling, his ass on fire. He released Jasper’s wrists only to shove him forward violently. Jasper stumbled, his punished backside screaming with the movement, his bare feet slipping on the slick linoleum. He pitched forward onto his hands and knees, the sudden jarring impact sending fresh waves of agony radiating up from his stinging ass and throbbing cheekbone. Before he could even register the cold floor against his palms, Jeff’s heavy foot landed squarely between his shoulder blades, pressing down with crushing weight. Jasper’s breath exploded out in a ragged gasp, his chest flattened against the gritty floor, his face inches from the dirty linoleum. Jeff leaned down, his hot breath washing over Jasper’s ear, a low, gravelly rasp cutting through Jasper’s panicked gasps. "Face down," Jeff commanded, the words vibrating with menace. "Ass up." The pressure from the foot intensified, grinding Jasper’s cheek harder against the cold floor. "Spread it wide, bitch," Jeff hissed, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "Or I’ll rip you open myself." Jasper whimpered, the sound muffled against the linoleum. Shame washed over him, cold and thick, but it was drowned by the raw, animal fear twisting his gut. He obeyed instantly, trembling fingers scrambling behind him, pulling his ass cheeks apart with frantic urgency, exposing himself completely in the harsh overhead light. The air felt unnaturally cold against his most intimate skin, a stark contrast to the burning heat radiating from his punished flesh. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears leaking onto the floor, bracing himself.
Jeff knelt behind him, the denim of his jeans scraping roughly against Jasper’s inner thighs. Jasper flinched violently at the contact, a choked sob escaping him. Then came the first touch – not fingers, but the hot, wet pressure of Jeff’s tongue, broad and flat, dragging slowly upward from Jasper’s perineum to the base of his spine. Jasper gasped, his entire body tensing, the sensation utterly alien, violating, and yet shockingly intimate. The rough texture of Jeff’s tongue rasped against his sensitive skin, leaving a damp, heated trail that felt like a brand. Jeff paused for a heartbeat, his breath hot against Jasper’s exposed cleft, before his tongue returned, pressing insistently, probing. Jasper shuddered, his fingers digging into his own flesh as he held himself open, the humiliation a physical ache in his chest. Jeff’s tongue traced a deliberate, wet path around the clenched rim, the heat and pressure both terrifying and strangely overwhelming. Jasper felt a traitorous flicker of unwanted sensation deep in his belly, a confusing spark that warred violently with the revulsion and fear twisting his insides. He pressed his forehead harder against the cold floor, trying to disappear, trying to numb himself to the wet, rhythmic exploration happening behind him.
Jeff worked with a brutal, focused efficiency. His tongue pushed deeper, flattening against Jasper’s entrance, applying relentless pressure. Jasper whimpered, his thighs trembling uncontrollably, the muscles straining against the invasion. The sensation was sharp, intrusive, a violation that scraped along his nerves. Jeff’s hands clamped onto Jasper’s hips, fingers digging into the flesh like claws, holding him immobile as his tongue pressed harder, insistent and demanding. Jasper squeezed his eyes shut tighter, tears leaking onto the linoleum. He felt stretched, invaded, the wet heat of Jeff’s mouth a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in his stomach. Jeff’s tongue circled again, probing relentlessly, seeking entry. Jasper’s breath hitched in ragged gasps, his body instinctively fighting the intrusion even as Jeff’s iron grip held him pinned. A low, guttural sound escaped Jeff, vibrating against Jasper’s skin, a sound of predatory focus that sent fresh waves of panic through him.
Then, abruptly, the pressure vanished. Jeff pulled away, leaving Jasper trembling, exposed, and utterly vulnerable on his hands and knees. Jasper heard the rustle of denim, the scrape of Jeff’s feet on the linoleum as he stood. Jasper didn’t dare move, didn’t dare look. He kept his face pressed to the cold floor, his punished ass still raised, his muscles locked in terrified anticipation. He heard Jeff cross the small room, the footsteps purposeful, stopping near the cluttered counter where Jasper’s phone lay discarded. There was a soft click, the sound of plastic tapping against laminate. Jasper squeezed his eyes shut, praying Jeff would just take it and leave.
Jeff returned, his shadow falling over Jasper’s prone form. Before Jasper could react, Jeff’s calloused hand tangled violently in his hair, yanking his head back with brutal force. Jasper cried out, the sudden jerk wrenching his neck, forcing his spine into a painful arch. Tears blurred his vision as he was dragged upwards onto his knees, his scalp screaming. Jeff’s face was inches away, expressionless except for the cold fury burning in his eyes. Jasper’s phone was thrust into his blurred line of sight, the screen unlocked with the facial recognition.
Jeff gave a low, humorless laugh, the sound scraping against Jasper’s raw nerves. "Let’s have some fun now," Jeff rasped, his breath hot and smelling faintly of mint toothpaste and violence. He shoved the phone closer, the cold glass pressing against Jasper’s tear-streaked cheek. "And see if Jared wants to join us." Jeff’s thumb hovered over Jared’s contact photo – a smug, grinning face Jasper knew intimately. A fresh wave of terror, colder than the linoleum beneath his knees, washed over Jasper. This wasn’t just humiliation; it was annihilation. Jeff’s grip tightened on Jasper’s hair, pulling harder.
The call connected instantly on speakerphone. Jared’s irritated voice crackled through, tinny and distorted. "Jas? What the hell, man? We’re mid-raid!" Jeff leaned close, his lips brushing Jasper’s ear, the contact making Jasper flinch violently. "Tell him," Jeff commanded, his voice a guttural whisper that vibrated through Jasper’s skull. Jasper’s throat seized. He tasted bile and the metallic tang of fear. "J-Jared," Jasper stammered, his voice trembling uncontrollably, thick with tears and shame. "You… you need to come down. To the pool house. Now. Alone." The silence on the other end was deafening. Jasper squeezed his eyes shut, picturing Jared’s confused frown. "Send your friends home," Jasper choked out, the words tasting like ash. "Jeff… Jeff has…" He couldn’t say it. Jeff’s free hand slid down Jasper’s bare flank, fingers digging into the soft flesh above his hip bone, a silent, brutal prompt. Jasper gasped. "He has videos. Videos of us. With the blindfolds." Jasper’s voice cracked into a sob. "He’ll show Dad."
Jeff snatched the phone back. His grip tightened in Jasper’s hair, pulling his head back further, forcing his throat into a taut, vulnerable arch. Jasper whimpered, tears tracing hot paths down his temples. Jeff’s voice, when it came, was smooth as oiled steel, utterly devoid of the earlier rasp, chillingly calm. "Jared," he stated, the name dropping into the silence like a stone. "You have five minutes. Alone. Or Jasper starts screaming, and your daddy gets a front-row seat to what his little boy really does." He ended the call without waiting for a reply, tossing the phone onto the grimy countertop where it skittered across laminate.
Jeff released Jasper’s hair abruptly. Jasper collapsed forward onto his hands and knees again, gasping, the sudden freedom jarring. He heard the rustle of denim behind him, the metallic scrape of a zipper, the soft thud of heavy jeans hitting the floor. Jasper squeezed his eyes shut, trembling uncontrollably. The humid air felt suddenly colder against his exposed skin, raising gooseflesh despite the heat radiating from his punished ass. He heard Jeff step closer, the bare soles of his feet slapping softly on the damp linoleum. The scent of Jeff’s sweat, cheap soap, and something primal intensified, filling Jasper’s nostrils, thick and suffocating. A large, warm hand landed heavily on Jasper’s lower back, pressing him down flat against the cold floor. Jasper’s cheek pressed into the gritty dust, the taste of grime and salt from his tears coating his lips. He felt Jeff’s knees bracket his hips, the rough hair on Jeff’s thighs scraping against Jasper’s bare skin, pinning him utterly.
He felt the hot, blunt head of Jeff’s cock press against his exposed entrance, already slick from Jeff’s saliva. The contact sent a jolt of raw panic through Jasper’s nerves. He instinctively clenched, muscles tightening in futile resistance. Jeff chuckled, a low, humorless sound vibrating against Jasper’s spine. "Relax, princess," Jeff rasped, his breath hot on Jasper’s neck. "This is just the warm-up, we’re getting you ready for your brother’s surprise”. Jasper felt a sudden, hot wetness splash against his hole – Jeff’s spit landing with a soft, obscene *splat*. The coolness of it against his heated skin made him flinch violently. Before Jasper could brace himself, Jeff’s thick, calloused finger pressed against his entrance, blunt and demanding. It breached him with a sharp, intrusive pressure, forcing its way past the tight ring of muscle. Jasper cried out, a ragged gasp torn from his throat, the stretch burning intensely. Jeff worked the finger slowly, deliberately, twisting it shallowly inside him, the rough pad scraping against tender inner flesh. The sensation was a violation, sharp and deep, making Jasper’s stomach churn. He felt stretched, invaded, the finger moving with a cruel, probing rhythm.
Jeff pulled his finger out abruptly, leaving Jasper gasping, feeling strangely hollow and exposed. Jasper heard the wet, slick sound of Jeff spitting into his palm again, followed by the unmistakable, slick slide of skin on skin. Then the pressure returned, immense and terrifying – the broad, hot crown of Jeff’s cock pressing firmly against Jasper’s loosened entrance. Jeff lined it up perfectly, holding it there, the blunt head a searing brand against Jasper’s most vulnerable flesh. He didn’t thrust. He simply held position, applying relentless, unmoving pressure, letting the sheer, threatening weight of his erection speak volumes. Jasper trembled violently, pinned flat beneath Jeff’s hips and the crushing hand on his lower back. He could feel the thick cock pulsing against his rim, the heat radiating from Jeff’s skin soaking into his own. The anticipation was torture, stretching seconds into agonizing eternities. Jasper squeezed his eyes shut, tears leaking onto the dusty floor, bracing for the inevitable, brutal invasion. Jeff remained utterly still, a predator savoring the moment, letting the dread coil tighter and tighter in Jasper’s gut.
Then, a sharp, hesitant *rap-rap-rap* echoed through the flimsy pool house door. Jasper froze, every muscle locking. Jeff didn’t react immediately. He leaned down, his lips brushing Jasper’s ear, his voice a chilling rasp that vibrated through Jasper’s skull. "That’s your brother," Jeff breathed, the words hot and mocking. "Right on time." He lifted his hand from Jasper’s back, leaving an imprint of cold sweat. Jasper heard Jeff shift his weight behind him, the rough scrape of Jeff’s knees on the linoleum. Jeff’s cock remained pressed firmly against Jasper’s entrance, a constant, humiliating reminder. "Come in!" Jeff called out, his voice suddenly loud, conversational, yet dripping with dark amusement. The command hung in the air, thick and suffocating.
The door handle rattled, then turned slowly. Jasper squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his forehead harder into the gritty floor, tasting dust and tears. He couldn’t look. He heard the soft creak of hinges, the rush of humid air displacing the stale, sweaty atmosphere inside. A choked gasp cut through the silence – Jared’s voice, sharp with disbelief and dawning horror. Jasper felt the sudden stillness radiating from his brother’s direction, a tangible wave of shock hitting him like cold water. He imagined Jared’s wide eyes taking in the scene: Jasper naked, pressed to the filthy floor, punished ass raised and exposed, Jeff’s massive frame kneeling behind him, bare-assed, his erection glistening obscenely against Jasper’s cleft. The silence stretched, broken only by Jared’s ragged, panicked breathing.
Jeff didn’t turn. His gaze remained locked on Jasper’s trembling form beneath him, a predator utterly focused on its prey. He shifted his hips slightly, grinding the thick, hot crown of his cock harder against Jasper’s loosened entrance, forcing a sharp gasp from Jasper’s throat. The pressure was immense, a burning promise of violation. Then, slowly, deliberately, Jeff lifted his head. His eyes, cold and merciless, snapped up and locked onto Jared’s frozen figure in the doorway. A cruel, humorless smirk twisted Jeff’s lips. "Shut the door, Jared," Jeff commanded, his voice low and gravelly, thick with dark intent. "Lock it." The command hung in the air, heavy as a hammer blow. Jared flinched, his hand tightening on the doorframe and he locked it. “Good boy, now let’s see what your brother can take”.
Jeff slammed into Jasper brutally, causing him to scream out. The thick, unyielding shaft tore through Jasper’s unprepared entrance in one brutal thrust, ripping past clenched muscle with savage force. Jasper’s scream wasn’t human – it was a raw, animalistic shriek ripped from his throat, tearing through the humid air of the pool house. The pain was blinding, white-hot agony exploding through his pelvis and spine, a searing violation that obliterated all thought. His body arched violently off the filthy floor, muscles locking in tortured spasm, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the gritty linoleum. Tears burst from his squeezed-shut eyes, hot and stinging, mingling with the dust and grime on his cheek. The sensation was a brutal invasion – stretched beyond endurance, burning internally, a deep, tearing ache that pulsed in time with his frantic, panicked heartbeat. He felt Jeff’s hips slam flush against his punished ass cheeks, the impact jolting his entire frame, pressing him flat again, leaving him pinned and impaled, gasping like a landed fish.
Jeff didn't pause. He withdrew almost completely, leaving Jasper trembling, hollowed and agonized, then drove back in with the same brutal force. Jasper choked on a sob, the second thrust somehow worse, scraping inflamed nerves raw. Jeff set a relentless, punishing rhythm, each deep, grinding stroke a calculated assault. Jasper felt every ridge, every vein of Jeff’s cock dragging against his tortured inner walls, the friction igniting fresh waves of searing pain deep inside his belly. Jeff’s calloused hands gripped Jasper’s hips like vices, fingers digging into bruised flesh, holding him immobile against the brutal piston-like thrusts. Jasper’s body rocked violently with each impact, his forehead grinding against the cold floor, the taste of dust and blood filling his mouth from a bitten lip. The wet, obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoed in the small room, punctuated by Jasper’s ragged, hitched gasps and choked whimpers. He felt utterly broken, reduced to a trembling vessel for Jeff’s violence.
Jeff’s gaze, cold and predatory, never left Jared’s frozen horror in the doorway. "Strip," Jeff commanded, his voice thick with exertion but utterly controlled, each syllable dropping like a stone into the humid air. He punctuated the order with a particularly vicious thrust that slammed Jasper’s hips forward, forcing a sharp cry from Jasper’s throat. "Everything. Now." Jeff’s hips snapped forward again, burying himself to the hilt, grinding deep. Jasper felt the thick, hot shaft pulsing inside him, a constant, violating pressure that scraped against his spine. "Or I start breaking things," Jeff rasped, his eyes locked on Jared’s pallid face. "Starting with his fingers." Jeff shifted his grip, one large hand sliding up Jasper’s sweat-slicked back to roughly grab Jasper’s wrist, twisting his arm at a painful angle behind him. Jasper cried out again, a desperate, broken sound.
Jared flinched violently, his knuckles white where they gripped the doorframe. The sight of Jasper – naked, pinned, face pressed into the filthy floor, tears carving paths through the grime, his body jerking obscenely with Jeff’s thrusts – seemed to paralyze him. Jeff’s relentless rhythm continued, the wet slap of flesh echoing cruelly. "Tick-tock, Jared," Jeff growled, grinding deeper, making Jasper gasp. Jeff tightened his grip on Jasper’s wrist, twisting it further until Jasper whimpered. "Those fingers snap easy." Jared’s breath hitched in ragged gasps. His hands trembled violently as they moved to the hem of his polo shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Each clumsy movement seemed ripped from him, fueled by terror and the agonizing sounds his brother made. He peeled the shirt off, revealing tan skin slicked with cold sweat, his chest heaving.
Jeff watched, his thrusts never slowing, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as Jared’s fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. The metallic *clink* sounded unnaturally loud against Jasper’s choked sobs. Jared pushed his shorts and boxers down in one frantic motion, kicking them off his ankles. He stood frozen in the doorway, utterly exposed, the humid air chilling his bare skin, raising gooseflesh despite the stifling heat radiating from the scene before him. His gaze darted between Jeff’s merciless eyes and Jasper’s trembling, violated form. Jeff’s hips snapped forward again, burying himself impossibly deep. Jasper arched off the floor with a strangled cry, his free hand clawing at the linoleum. "Closer," Jeff commanded, his voice thick and dark. "Where I can see you." Jared stumbled forward a step, his bare feet sticking slightly to the damp floor.
Jasper felt Jeff shift behind him, the brutal rhythm momentarily slowing. Jeff released Jasper’s twisted wrist, letting the arm fall limp beside his head. Jasper gasped, the sudden release sending pins and needles shooting through his numb fingers. Before he could react, Jeff’s thick forearm slid beneath Jasper’s chest, hauling him brutally upwards off the floor. Jasper cried out as his spine arched painfully, his head lolling back against Jeff’s sweat-slicked shoulder. He was pinned upright, Jeff’s arm a steel band across his sternum, his legs splayed awkwardly beneath him, Jeff’s cock still buried deep inside him, a pulsing violation. The abrupt change in angle intensified the burning pressure deep in his gut, making him dizzy. Jeff’s free hand gripped Jasper’s jaw, forcing his head to turn towards Jared. Jasper’s tear-streaked face was fully exposed, his eyes wide with terror and humiliation, locking onto his twin’s horrified stare. Jeff’s lips brushed Jasper’s ear. "Look at him," Jeff breathed, the words hot and mocking. "Look at your brother watching you take it." Jasper whimpered, unable to look away from Jared’s frozen shame.
Jeff’s hips began to move again, shallow, grinding thrusts now that kept Jasper impaled while allowing Jeff’s merciless gaze to remain fixed on Jared. Each small movement scraped Jasper’s inflamed inner walls, a fresh wave of agony radiating through his pelvis. Jeff’s grip tightened on Jasper’s jaw, fingers digging into bruised flesh. "Now him," Jeff rasped, his voice thick with dark command, nodding towards Jared. "Get on your knees. Hands behind your head." Jared flinched violently, his throat working as he swallowed bile. His gaze darted from Jasper’s pleading eyes to Jeff’s implacable stare. Jeff punctuated the order with a sharp, upward thrust that lifted Jasper entirely off his knees for a second, drawing a ragged scream from Jasper’s throat. "Now," Jeff growled, the sound vibrating through Jasper’s trembling body. Jared sank slowly to his knees, the cold linoleum biting into his skin. He lifted trembling hands, interlacing his fingers behind his head, exposing his bare chest and vulnerable throat. The posture screamed submission, amplifying his humiliation tenfold.
Jeff shifted Jasper’s weight effortlessly, holding him suspended with one arm while his other hand slid down Jasper’s sweat-slicked flank. Jasper gasped as Jeff’s rough palm traced the curve of his hip, then dipped lower, fingers brushing the tender skin of Jasper’s inner thigh. Jeff’s calloused thumb found Jasper’s cock, giving it a cruel, dismissive flick that sent a jolt of shame through Jasper’s core. "See how easy he folds?" Jeff murmured against Jasper’s ear, his breath hot and mocking. He traced a path back up Jasper’s trembling abdomen, fingers lingering over a rapidly beating pulse point beneath Jasper’s ribs. "Your turn’s coming, Jared." Jeff’s hand continued upwards, fingers tangling roughly in Jasper’s sweat-damp hair, yanking his head back further against Jeff’s shoulder. Jasper whimpered, tears blurring his vision of Jared’s kneeling form. Jeff’s thrusts became deeper, slower, deliberately torturous, each one grinding Jasper’s prostate with agonizing precision, forcing choked, involuntary sounds from Jasper’s lips – sounds that made Jared flinch each time.
Jeff’s rhythm hitched, his breath rasping louder against Jasper’s neck. Jasper felt the thick shaft inside him swell impossibly, pulsing like a live wire against his inflamed walls. Jeff’s hips snapped forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt. A low, guttural groan tore from Jeff’s throat, vibrating through Jasper’s spine as Jeff’s body locked rigid. Jasper felt the hot, sudden flood deep within him – thick pulses of semen jetting against his deepest, most violated space. The sensation was a sickening counterpoint to the pain: a scalding rush that seemed to sear his insides, followed by a heavy, spreading warmth that felt obscenely intimate. Jeff held himself deep, grinding slightly, milking every last spurt into Jasper’s trembling body. Jasper cried out, a ragged sob torn from his throat, his own untouched cock twitching pathetically against his thigh as the violation reached its peak.
Jeff pulled out abruptly. The sudden emptiness was almost as shocking as the intrusion, leaving Jasper feeling gaping, hollowed, and impossibly raw. Jeff’s thick, glistening cock slapped wetly against Jasper’s thigh, leaving a smear of semen mixed with Jasper’s ass juice and Jeff’s saliva. Jeff shifted Jasper’s limp weight roughly, letting him slump forward onto his hands and knees on the cold, gritty linoleum. Jasper gasped, the rough contact scraping his palms and knees, his spine protesting the awkward angle. He felt Jeff’s cum immediately begin to seep out of him, a viscous, warm trickle tracing a path down his inner thigh, mingling with the sweat and grime. The humiliation was visceral, a physical stain mirroring the violation.
"Clean it," Jeff commanded, his voice thick with exertion but chillingly casual. He nudged Jasper’s shoulder with his knee, forcing him lower. Jasper’s vision blurred with tears and sweat. He stared at Jeff’s cock, still slick and flushed, resting heavily against his thigh. The smell of sex, sweat, bleach, and something metallic filled his nostrils, thick and cloying. Tremors wracked Jasper’s body as he leaned forward, his bruised cheekbone hovering near Jeff’s hip. He hesitated, his breath hitching in ragged gasps. Jeff’s hand tangled roughly in his hair, yanking his head down. "Now," Jeff rasped, the word sharp as a slap. Jasper squeezed his eyes shut, tasting bile at the back of his throat. He pressed his trembling lips against the slick, hot skin of Jeff’s shaft, the coarse hair scratching his cheek. The taste was salt, musk, and something profoundly bitter – the taste of his own degradation. He dragged his tongue along the underside, flinching at the texture, the lingering pulse of Jeff’s spent arousal burning his tongue.
Jasper worked mechanically, his jaw aching with tension. Each tentative lick felt like swallowing glass. He focused on the gritty texture of the linoleum beneath his knees, the cold air raising gooseflesh on his exposed skin. Jeff’s cum leaked steadily from him, a warm, viscous trail down his inner thigh, mingling with the sweat cooling on his skin. He could feel Jared’s horrified gaze burning into him, amplifying the crushing weight of his humiliation. Jeff shifted his stance slightly, grinding Jasper’s face against him. Jasper gagged as the thick head pressed insistently against his lips, demanding entry. He opened his mouth reluctantly, the intrusion immediate and violating. The taste intensified, flooding his senses – salt, iron, and the acrid tang of chlorine mixed with Jeff’s essence. He choked, trying to pull back, but Jeff’s grip in his hair was unyielding, forcing him deeper, the blunt pressure scraping the roof of his mouth. Jasper’s throat convulsed violently, tears streaming freely now, mixing with the mess on his face.
Jeff finally pulled out, leaving Jasper gasping for air, spittle and semen slicking his chin. He shoved Jasper’s head away roughly. Jasper collapsed forward onto his forearms, trembling uncontrollably, the cold floor stinging his scraped knees. He spat weakly, the bitter taste clinging stubbornly to his tongue. Jared remained frozen on his knees, hands locked behind his head, his knuckles white. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated with primal terror. Jeff turned his predatory gaze fully onto Jared now, stepping over Jasper’s trembling form. Jeff’s expression was chillingly devoid of triumph, only a cold, focused intent. He reached down, his knuckles brushing roughly against Jared’s cheekbone. Jared flinched violently, a choked whimper escaping his lips. Jeff’s thumb traced the line of Jared’s jaw, a mockery of tenderness that made Jared’s stomach clench with nausea. "Your turn, next. But first I need to make a phone call to an old friend”.
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