A Private Brotherhood Worth Fighting For

Phil 

Dad and I walked through the woods and reached an old cabin that looked more like an ugly shack. Confusion filled my mind. He was also silent about everything, so there was no telling what was on his mind. But why would Paul be in that cabin? It didn't make any sense. Was he being punished? An uncomfortable feeling darkened my mood, and nothing but worry hit me. I hoped he was safe.

Watching Dad open the padlock was especially telling, given that it could only mean Paul was trapped, assuming he was there since Dad had brought me here to see him. Why, though? I didn't get it, and I wanted answers.

Dad looked around his shoulders. As soon as he opened the creaking door, he pushed me inside with enough force to knock me down, rushing inside and shutting the door. What the fuck?

I got up and barely scanned this dump of a place, my eyes immediately on Paul. Why was he naked on a bed? There was just an unwalled bathroom and nothing else. Why would Dad lock him up in here? I quickly headed toward Paul and climbed on the bed to hold him. His facial expression and mood told me he wasn't safe or happy, or so I sensed. I knew him all too well. It tugged at my heartstrings at the realization of him being punished for no reason, all for being gay.

"I missed you, Phil," Paul whispered.

"I missed you too, little bro. So much." I glanced at Dad, narrowing my eyes in anger. "What did you do to Paul?"

"He needed to be punished for his faggotry." Dad had said it so nonchalantly like a psychotic person not realizing how he crazy he really was. "Now, take off your clothes."

I raised my eyebrows. Was he serious? "Why?"

"Do as I say, Philip," he said in a bark. "Do not defy and obey your father. Take. Your clothes. Off. Now!"

I couldn't believe this. Dad was nuts! What exactly had he done to Paul? God, it was all my fault. I should've never left Paul behind. I'd never forgive myself for this for as long as I lived. I got up from the bed and obeyed, the humiliation hitting me hard after removing every article of clothing. Only Paul was allowed to see me naked, never my own father.

Dad snatched my clothes from me, balled them up, and held onto them. He looked neither angry nor upset. He just seemed…oddly calm. "I can't trust that you won't report this, so you won't be going back to school anymore. From now on, this is your home."

My jaw nearly dropped, and my heart raced. "What?!"

"I'll be coming here every afternoon, and I'll bring you both enough chicken nuggets and fries to fill you up. And I expect you both to douche after you finish eating. On a daily basis. Paul can teach you if you don't know how to do it."

My eyebrows furrowed. "…Why would I need to douche?"

"I've been giving Paul my Holy Seed since I brought him here. It's all part of God's will."

Paul didn't look at me. He shied away in silence as if ashamed.

"Your what?" I asked.

"My Holy Seed."

I questioned whether it was what I was thinking. I didn't want to believe something like that.

"It's his cum," Paul muttered with a frown.

Shocked filled me, my eyes growing wide, and I was speechless. Dad had been giving Paul his cum? He'd been fucking him? Had he been abusing him? Had he raped him? I swore I'd hurt him for hurting my little brother. No one messed with Paul.

"God blessed my semen with so much holiness," Dad said. "By injecting it into Paul's mouth and anus, he can be cured of his sin of faggotry."

What the fuck…?

"But by passing it onto you to then pass it onto Paul, it can expedite the conversion process."

I took a step back while staring at Dad's blue eyes that didn't lie about anything. The conversion process itself was a lie, but not his belief in it. He really did believe in this bullshit with that serious face and tone. Who was this sick fuck? He was like a completely different person. Or had he been like that all along? I swallowed. "I don't know you anymore."

"I understand you're confused, Philip, but I assure you this is God's doing. He talked to me, and God's plans are not to be questioned."

There was no way anyone was touching my ass, especially Dad. Fuck that! I felt defiant, and I had to do something. There was no way Dad could get away with doing this. It was wrong! I took Paul by the hand and lifted him off the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dad asked, blocking the door.

I stopped, and Paul immediately crawled back on the bed as if scared. "I'm reporting this, Dad," I said. "This isn't right. You know it and I know it."

"I can't let you do that, Philip. I'm your father. I know what's best for Paul. God knows what's best. And now that I was right in my guess that you would report this, I especially can't let you leave here. You'll be living here for a long time, and I'm not so sure that I'd even want you to leave."

"You can't do that!"

"I can, and I will. Besides, Paul sacrificed his freedom to be cured. He gave himself to me, so I own him now. This is permanent home."

For the first time, I was terrified of Dad. I'd always been nervous and afraid of being bold with him and questioning him, but this time, it was actual terror. He was a stranger with sick deeds in the name of God. He was like a cult leader with no bounds.

Dad grabbed his own bulge for a brief moment, a grown bulge that said it all. "Be ready for me tomorrow. That includes you, Philip." He opened the door in a rush, ran out, and shut the door.

I stormed toward the door and tried to open it. I repeatedly banged on it. "Dad, please! Don't do this! Let us out!" But the sound of the padlock locking and his footsteps dashing away made me realize I was stuck here with Paul.

Indefinitely.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled on the verge of tears.

I sighed and quickly approached him to hold him in my arms, and I let him cry all he wanted. "It's not your fault, Paul. Dad's a sick fuck who's gone crazy. But we'll get out of here somehow. I'll find a way."

Paul clung onto me, crying for minutes as I continued holding him. His warm, naked body and soft touch made me erect, but I ignored it. I realized now that he'd been alone here for almost the whole day every day since I'd left. That had to have been the case if Dad came here only once a day. Poor little bro. Alone with no one to save him. Alone in this bed at night with no light at all. He'd probably been terrified. But I was here now. I'd protect him, and from now on, I'd never leave him alone for as long as I lived.

Paul stopped crying and sniffled a few times. God, I'd missed him. My little bro. He was everything to me. He meant more to me than my girlfriend, and I barely thought about her these days. I thought about Paul all the time, and I'd worried something bad had happened after his call. I was relieved that he'd managed to call me because he wouldn't have had me now.

"I left you behind and put you in danger," I said. "It's my fault you're here and hurting."

"No, Phil. It's not your fault. And I'm not actually hurt." He didn't sound it either, oddly enough.

"But he raped you!"

"No, he didn't. I swear. I…enjoyed it. Very much."

My eyebrows flew up. "Oh…" What an admission. And as sick and psychotic as Dad was, my cock suddenly got harder. I swallowed. "What did he do?" Did I want to know? My heart didn't, but my cock did.

"He fucked me, Phil." Paul had said it so directly, albeit with shame in his tone. "Both holes. He made me feel good. The last time, he was more affectionate like never before. But I can't leave because he owns me now. He's my Master and does whatever he wants to me. All sexual stuff, no harm."

I got even more aroused. I was conflicted because I wasn't supposed to feel like this over something so dark and traumatic. Dad was a monster. Wasn't he? I didn't know what to do. Paul enjoyed being with Dad. He didn't seem to be in danger like I'd thought, just that he couldn't escape because he belonged to Dad now. Then again, that was danger in and of itself. The Holy Seed shit was just Dad's justification to have his way with his own son, the way I'd had my way with my own brother. Father and brother. Both of us had fucked him. We'd used both his holes for our own pleasure. Now, I felt guilty for finding it erotic to the point of leaking precum. Was I sick too? Did I need help?

"Can you hold me, Phil?"

There was no way I'd ever reject Paul. I'd not only missed him, but I'd needed him, and he needed me. He didn't belong to Dad. He belonged to me. I knew in my heart that he wanted me to own him. He'd expressed it multiple times and hadn't been joking. Now that I knew how risky it was to leave him behind and be used by Dad, I'd own him myself so that he could be safe with me, all while knowing he'd never have it any other way.

I turned Paul around to have us lie on our sides. His lean jock body pressed against my bigger and muscly one. His smoothness against my smoothness. Warmth against warmth. Little brother in big brother's arms. He enjoyed being the little spoon, and I loved holding him. I was straight, yet I had a strong thing for my own brother like he did for me. I enjoyed messing around with him, cuddling with him, kissing him, just being with him in every way. At this rate, I didn't even care about going back to college if it meant I'd get to protect my little brother. I loved him so much. Now that he'd been with Dad and needed my protection, I'd break up with my girlfriend and spend my time with Paul instead. He wouldn't need to date anyone as long as he had me. I knew he was in love with me, so it was like he'd complain about it.

I planted a soft kiss on the nave of his neck and another one on the back of his head. My nose brushed against his dark hair. He smelled like man, barely any soap because of being stuck here. It only made me harder than ever, filling me with love and lust and everything in between. What if I really was in love with him too? What I'd suppressed the reality of not being straight all these years? I was so comfortable going gay for him that I didn't want to be straight with him. I'd be straight for every other guy but him. But why label myself, anyway? I loved my own brother, and no one ever had to know besides Dad. It didn't even matter if Paul enjoyed sex with Dad. I was here to save him, and I'd get us both out of here. I just had to come up with a plan.

A plan that could actually work.

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