Potential TWs: father/son incest, manipulation, violence, abuse, gaslighting
Limits and Chains
Daniel's head felt so groggy. Like if he had been sick and had had a fever. And yet it was time to wake up. The sun was going to start shining in an hour or two, and dad would need to be out of the house by then... If Bruno even wanted Daniel to keep preparing his meals. Maybe he was waiting for Lucian to learn and then switch over to him. Any next cooking session could be Daniel's last. And he hated it. He hated the possibility of it happening and he hated himself even more for daring to entertain that idea.
He could always just stay in bed... not like anyone would care after a while. Sure, dad would ask once or twice, but probably go fornicate with Lucian again to de-stress. Maybe they were doing it right at that moment - a little wake-me-up round. Or they could have been doing it last night. Daniel wouldn't know - he had been out like a light.
A polite knock on his door tore apart this dismal reverie of his. He hadn't even heard anyone approach. Maybe he really was getting sloppy... maybe that was why dad needed someone better.
"Danny? Can I come in? I'd like to talk." that was his father's voice.
Sickeningly warm again. So calm, so gentle, so loving... and for what? Maybe Lucian had started hearing the same voice from him.
"Sure..." Daniel said, words carrying a mix of sleep and emptiness.
The door softly clicked open as dad, fully ready for work, stomped inside. The only thing missing from his regular uniform were the boots, as he still had his olive green socks on. They gently patted the floor as he moved to the bed, mattress dipping under his weight, just like it did under Daniel's.
"Good morning, sport. Sleep well?" he asked as if nothing was wrong.
"I guess... a bit tired, but alright." Daniel replied, eyes boring into the floor.
"I see... Sorry to hear that. Was it because of what happened yesterday?" Bruno continued.
A long stretch of silence, but dad waited. Patiently sitting side by side, the two men were not looking at each other. At least Daniel wasn't - and he couldn't really be assed to look over at his dad. Not when he knew how painful it would be.
"Yeah..." he replied, voice small.
"I'm sorry, champ. Didn't mean to upset you. If it makes you feel any better, the gang was a bit sad, but they were overjoyed when I suggested meeting up another time."
"That's great..." the words were utterly lacking in emotion.
"It is... But, Danny, I came here to talk about the elephant in the room. Something is bothering you, I know. But you don't want to tell me what it is. Do you want to tell me why, at least? I'd like to know the reason, Danny. Do you not trust me enough? Do you think I can't help? Maybe you're afraid I'll get mad? What is it? Please, sonny, talk to me." dad said, his voice inquisitive.
"I..." Daniel started, but quickly petered out.
What even was the problem? All of the above? None of them? Something completely different? Was there even a problem? There had to be... Daniel tried imagining how he'd confess to Bruno about knowing of the affair. What was the worst that could happen?
Dad could start laughing at him. He could let his mask slip and properly tell him that he preferred Lucian and Daniel was free to go away. Or, instead, Bruno could go and take it out on Daniel's brother. One... or both. What if this was a really sensitive subject not to breach? Lucian was right... if dad didn't want to talk about it, maybe there was a reason. After all, they were both avoiding mentioning the 'elephant in the room' by name.
"I... It's just... I am afraid. So much could go wrong... It could change so much I've ever known... hurt so many people... If I don't mention it - if I pretend it doesn't exist, maybe I can delude myself into truly accepting that as my reality. Maybe I can ignore it." Daniel admitted.
"Hmmmm... I don't think that will work, Danny. I know it must hurt a lot - seeing someone you're close to disappear is always hard. Trust me, I know... But I think you're being a bit of a doomsayer. I'm sure nothing dramatic will happen from falling out with a friend or something. But you know... I can echo the 'deluding' part. I myself have practice with that, believe it or not... but sometimes, it does feel scary. Like I'm losing sight of what's real and what isn't. That's why I can't recommend that either." Bruno responded thoughtfully.
If only dad knew. If only he knew just how wrong he was about the 'doomsayer' part. That was a real worry. With Bruno involved, any cataclysmic scenario was somewhat possible. Especially in a situation like this. But huh... father deluded himself too? When? In what way? It had probably something to do with mom... Poor thing... But why was he pitying him again now? This was about Daniel, not Bruno. Plus, Peter's reasoning was correct - dad was cruel and violent. A man who deserved his dues... Maybe the delusions were about Lucian? That made Daniel even more distressed. Sickening feelings piling up inside once more.
And yet Daniel just couldn't stay angry at him. No matter how he tried, he kept thinking back to the good old times. When dad was happy. When he would play with him and his brothers. When they would sometimes all fall asleep on the couch together. When mom would bring them all hot cocoa for being nice and so polite, while dad puffed out his chest - proud of his discipline taking roots. How dad would kiss them all on the forehead and wish them sweet dreams... He wanted that dad back - no, he had that dad. He still had him. But not in the way he wanted. Daniel's eyes welled up with tears.
Not again. Not after he had already tried to distance himself. No, deep breaths Daniel. In and out. In... and out. The tears slowly halted on their way, fading from his senses. His hands stopped trembling from the strong feelings coursing through him.
"Danny, are you alright? You look even worse than when I came here." Bruno asked with genuine concern.
"I'll be fine. I'll go take a shower and prepare you breakfast, dad." Daniel said, voice slowly dying again.
Bruno opened his mouth to say something - the sharp inhale piercing the room's tranquility - but must've decided to bite his tongue instead. Daniel could see a curt nod in his peripheral vision as dad left the room.
Daniel was alone... sitting on the bed which slowly cooled down, the indent on the pillow almost completely faded. Maybe he would fade like that too. Just a temporary memory that flies away as the days progress. Maybe dad was already forgetting him.
Yet that made no sense. Dad had come into this very room to talk to him specifically. He had woken up earlier to be prepared for a long debate, but instead got rejected. Poor guy... Daniel must've really hurt him... But maybe that's what he deserved. For all the secrets, for the betrayal! But there was nothing he had betrayed - sex was never something he made promises about, one way or another. If anything, Daniel was simply hoping that Bruno would stay the same forever. Supportive, generous, protective... it was so nice to be around him. It didn't matter what he had done in the past, Daniel wanted his father.
No! Bruno was cruel! Both in the past and present. Daniel's brothers had to endure so much pain from him. Even Daniel himself had to experience it for a shorter while. He deserved the cold shoulder! The pain was simply comeuppance. So what if he was sad? Good! That is what he should be feeling! Daniel felt horrible, so why not his dad too? It was simply fair... but so frigid. He didn't like seeing dad in pain... or his brothers. But what could he do? What should he have done?
He felt like a mess - an amalgam of every possible emotion a human could feel. His usual kindness wouldn't lead anywhere in this situation. Turning the other cheek would be like... like admitting defeat. But defeat in what? Why was he even thinking of this like a fight? Nobody had said it was. There was no sign of this being a competition. What if all of this was just made up in his head? What if he misinterpreted Lucian and misheard the entire act? No, impossible. His memory was bulletproof in this regard.
His fingers clenches against his clothes, stained and sweaty from yesterday. Such a deep well of frustration opened up inside of him. Where was it supposed to go? He didn't trust dad, he didn't trust Lucian, he didn't even trust himself... maybe Peter could help? He had always been the calm one, after all. That would probably be the wisest. Who knows, maybe he'd stay over for a bit.
With this game plan in mind, he slowly set off into the bathroom. Fresh clothes, new energy in his step and a steely mind. He would push through. One way or another he would. He had to. This problem would explode into everyone's face sooner or later, and he had to be ready for it.
The warm shower water was a nice relaxant. Almost as if he could forget about what he needed to think about. Nonetheless, he got ready for the day - clothes fresh and breath minty. He trotted down the stairs.
Dad was sitting on the couch. Daniel could see his head start turning almost immediately, but as if catching himself, he turned back instead. Not a word was exchanged. The kitchen door opened and closed, Daniel now safely contained within its tiled walls.
He took out some pots and pans... but what to prepare? This would be the last meal he'd prepare for Bruno for a few days. So he opted for one of Bruno's guilty pleasures - maple syrup glazed pancakes.
Dad had always been a sweet-tooth. Not many people knew that and he preferred it that way. But Daniel had figured it out a long time ago. Did Lucian know? Had he figured it out or asked? Daniel would bet the answer is 'no'. The mix slowly gained a beautiful bronze tone on the pan. Fluffy and big, yet not too gigantic. Slightly crispy on the edges. Daniel could achieve father's favorite pancake style without any hassle. So why was he so insecure about it?
Not again, no, he wouldn't. He could grieve and talk it out with Peter later. For now, he had to be strong. Ironclad mind for his disappearing sanity.
Second knock of the day - this time on the kitchen door.
"Danny? Can we talk? I feel like we haven't ended on the best note this morning. So let's try again? Different topic this time?" Bruno said from beyond the wood.
Daniel bit his lip, thinking. Talking sooner rather than later would be best. Especially if he planned on announcing his leave. Putting the last of the pancakes onto the stack, he grabbed the maple syrup bottle and a honey bottle, pouring both of them on top - making sure to prioritize the maple by a lot.
"Okay. You can come in, you know? This is your house." Daniel said as he added the finishing touch to the breakfast.
The door opened, allowing dad passage. His gaze first fell onto Daniel, then at the food. A small smile appeared on his rather sullen face.
"You know, you don't have to try and appease me with food. You've done nothing wrong to curry my favor like this." Bruno said quietly.
Oh, but Daniel had to. More than father could ever know. The young man truly felt like everything was hanging from that one thread - how much he could please Bruno in comparison to Lucian. And here he was trying to run away. Typical - he just couldn't make up his mind, could he? Couldn't even think properly with his STUPID, USELESS BRAIN. He calmed himself down to speak.
"It's okay, I just wanted to make something nice for you." Daniel said, dividing the food onto two plates.
"Thanks, sport. It's appreciated." Bruno said, reaching out with a hand.
Dad immediately hesitated, not sure if it would be wise after such a tense morning. But seeing no resistance or aversion, he put his hand fully into Daniel's hair, ruffling it.
They both sat down at the table, wolfing down their food. Shoveling something into one's mouth was a good excuse not to talk, and the men used it fully. But they had to talk soon. They were simply delaying the inevitable. Bruno broke the silence - again.
"So, Danny, I've been thinking. If your situation is making you so uncomfortable, then I won't pry. But... can I at least do something to make you feel better? To take some weight off your shoulders?" dad asked carefully.
Yes. He could stop FUCKING Lucian. Stop making Daniel worry that every time he turned around, Lucian would JUMP father's BONES. Dad could embrace Daniel again... spend a day just with him - or even better, multiple days just with him. Exactly like the shooting range, but even more alone. No thoughts of Lucian would be ideal... Yet he could not say any of this. What would dad think? What would he do?
"It's okay, dad. You don't have to do anything. In fact, I'll probably go pay Peter a visit. I'll stay over for a few days, okay? You'll have to prepare your food yourself, sorry for the sudden notice. But I'll call every day like I usually do when away. That okay?" Daniel sprung on him.
Bruno's fork clattered against the plate as Daniel looked up. Dad's green eyes, so fierce and piercing, now seemed panicked and meek. He chewed on with a weird hesitation in the movements of his mouth. Swallowing, he spoke immediately, voice oddly calm and low.
"Why? Is something wrong with the house? Or your room? Your bed, maybe? We can fix that, sport. Just tell me what needs some tinkering, and I'll get it done."
Lucian needed fixing. Their FUCKING COCKS needed fixing... but the former would be cruel to say to his brother. No matter how troublesome, he was still close to him... mentioning that Lucian was the problem in front of Bruno would not end well for anyone. And for the latter option, Daniel simply wasn't ready...
"It's nothing like that, I just need some time with him, you know?" Daniel said.
"Yeah, but why? Is spending time with me that bad? Do I need to change myself somehow? Or is it Lucian? Do you need him out of the house? I don't mind-" dad started rattling off, but his son cut in.
"No, no. Everything is fine. It's just a short stay at his place. Nothing bad. I promise." Daniel reassured him, even if falsely.
Father held his gaze for a long moment, before giving him yet another nod - similarly final as the one from earlier. He went back to eating... at a noticeably slower pace.
They both finished their plates, silent for the rest of their meal. Daniel put the dishes into the machine, turning around to go pack for his trip to Peter's. He could call his brother whenever. He was sure he'd answer and allow it. Yet his wrist was grabbed before he could leave the kitchen.
"Danny... you promise to come back soon, right?" dad said, with a small voice that Daniel hadn't heard in a long while.
"Of course. I'll call you every day, as I said I would, and tell you if I decide on the day of my return. Anything else?"
"Yeah... stay safe, Danny. And, please, really make sure to call me. Or otherwise I'll think you wanted to run away from me. To leave me for good." Bruno said, gaining a bit of a jokey edge in his tone.
Yet for some reason, Daniel didn't think this was a joke in any capacity. It didn't help that father was right in a way - Daniel did want to run away and get out of this situation as soon as possible. But he'd return. He had to. He wouldn't abandon his father nor his brother.
A nod from the young man and his hand was released. He quickly ascended the stairs and entered his room. Packing swiftly, efficiently and vigorously, he was done quite fast. While stuffing his suitcase, he noticed the crab key chain, tucked away safely in one of his drawers. He looked at it, rotating it around in his hand, letting its memories seep into him. Why was he torturing himself like this? Why could he just not let it go? He grasped the trinket tightly in his hand, applying enough force to nearly crush it. But he couldn't... He was never one for destruction, even if it meant pain.
Turning his attention back to the matter at hand, he let the item fall back into the drawer. Burying the memory in the re-closed furniture, he could properly focus on his task again. Dad had already left by then, but they had had their proper goodbyes. Should he wait and tell Lucian?... No, he'd find out eventually. Plus, after the day before, Daniel really didn't want to talk to his brother this directly.
Picking up his phone, he dialed Peter's number.
---
Another quiet and beautiful start to his day. Lucian could get used to this. He stretched his limbs out lazily on the bed, playing on the covers for a bit, just enjoying life. No Daniel or Bruno in sight so far, which made everything even better. It was so cozy in the house, it almost really felt like home. And maybe it could. If Lucian played his cards right, it really could become a home. He couldn't stop thinking about this ever since his life-changing discovery. And oh, how Daniel's reaction made the whole ordeal worth it. That poor sod had run off, couldn't even face him properly.
The best part though? Bruno. The day before, when Lucian had checked in to see the situation, the awkward silence had already been there. All of the despicable men had just been sitting around on the couch, barely talking. Their faces had not had a single trace of positivity on them, just clear discomfort. Lucian had heard Daniel's quick retirement, but never in his life could he have assumed something that serious had been going on.
The entire group had most likely left earlier than they had planned. That had left daddy dearest all alone in the living room. He had gone straight up, skipping both dinner and a shower, just locking himself in his room again. How wondrous.
And this day? Lucian would try his best to cheer poor Bruno up. If his son leaves him all aching, a good fuck could be a proper remedy - and a surefire way to get closer to his heart.
A quick walk downstairs into his bathroom - shower, teeth, the typical drill. Fresh clothes and then a packet of ramen for breakfast again. A pretty standard routine in the new house. He could get used to living like this. Especially since Daniel - once again - seemed to not be around. Baby bro was running around quite a lot. Tsk tsk, that would not do. What would his daddy only think?
Plan for the day? Very simple thanks to good old Danny. First, he'd get to Bruno before Daniel came home. Second, he'd play into his loneliness and offer some comfort and understanding. That seemed to work the last time they had done it, so maybe it would work again.
So he waited - watched TV, browsed the internet, killed time just to get to the highlight of his recent days. The fuck session had honestly become quite normal for him after the first few encounters. Maybe even for Bruno? He could only hope.
The hours ticked by, one by one. Yet no one came home. Daniel should have at least. Or was he really planning on staying out for the rest of the day again? Did he like when the brute went out of his way and got him back home? Maybe that's a way the two of them bonded. Lucian could never understand what those two saw in each other. Bruno had resources, sure, but what did Daniel provide? Average looks at best; book-smart, yet street-dumb brain; a subpar football player's physique; the personality of a loaf of bread. What was there to like? Then again, a lot of those applied to Bruno as well, maybe that's why they liked each other - they were simply narcissists.
Yet as the sun sunk even lower, another question became alarmingly present in Lucian's mind - Bruno too should have been home at that time. Yet no sight of either of the green-eyed Greenes. Maybe they were together again? Ugh, a fucking annoying possibility. Lucian rolled his eyes, as he continued simply relaxing, waiting.
Finally, a good three hours late, the door opened to reveal Bruno in it. Lucian turned his head around, ready to start his spiel. But Bruno looked... different. Lucian couldn't quite tell how, there was just something... off about him. Not visually, just his aura and disposition, in a way.
"Hi, Mr. Greene. How was work? Were your co-workers very tiring?" Lucian asked with fake sympathy.
Yet no answer came. Not even an inkling of a reaction. The behemoth simply walked upstairs wordlessly, stomping particularly loud.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Greene? Daniel isn't here if you're wondering." he doubled-down.
A particularly loud step, as the brute's movement halted. Then, after a quiet inhale and exhale, he responded - voice calm and collected.
"I know." he said and continued walking.
Bruno reached the top of the staircase, but Lucian wasn't done yet. He did not like the cold shoulder treatment.
"Do you want dinner? Since Daniel isn't here, I could cook up something for you if you're hungry! Of course, only if you allow me access to your fridge." Lucian tried once more.
"Already ate." the brute said, not stopping for a single second this time around.
As his final trick, Lucian caught up to him with a brisk pace. He placed a hand on Bruno's shoulder, causing the monster to stop.
"You know, if you want... I can help alleviate some tension. Only if you permit me to, of course." Lucian tried a seductive route.
Bruno simply turned his head, his eyes... lackluster. No fury, no anger, no sadness nor joy. Just... neutrality. A cloudy day contained within his ocular emerald. His lips, even drier than usual, opened.
"Do I look like I could even get it up right now?" he asked plainly.
There was no sarcasm or snark in that voice. No bite or threat either. Just... a direct, unamused question.
"Well, we can always try." Lucian went onto his knees.
Quickly crawling over to face Bruno's crotch, the young man didn't waste a single second before his hands flew to the zipper. A single tug, and the underwear was revealed. With it, the scent of a working man came. Oh yeah, fuck, he hadn't showered yet. That didn't matter at that moment though. Lucian wasn't about to let his chance go to waste. Plus, he had already gotten somewhat used to Bruno's smell. At least compared to before.
"It's not going to work, brat." the brute sighed out.
"We'll see about that." Lucian replied cheekily.
He shifted the underwear, letting Bruno's cock out on the air. It truly was fully flaccid - but nothing his skills couldn't fix. And why even waste time with the hands? He dived in with his mouth, truly in a rush. He bobbed his head, and licked, and sucked and who knows what else. Yet the flesh in his mouth remained soft. Different tactic - he tried using his hands as support, fondling with the scrotum and the unattended part of the shaft... also nothing.
The rod simply remained floppy and uninterested. Bruno's entire demeanor seemingly shared this disinterest. When Lucian looked up to express confusion to his 'partner', he was met with a bored, tired look.
"Are we done? Did you get it out of your system?" he asked after a while.
Lucian pulled away, humiliated. Why was it not working? It always impressed everyone else he had tried it on - even Bruno had been affected by it before! So why was he failing now?
"Step aside." the deep voice said.
A single grab at Lucian's hair was all he felt as he got pushed to the side, hitting the wall with his shoulder - hard. Bruno simply stepped over his legs and continued on his way to the master bedroom. The door got closed and Lucian was left crumpled on the hallway floor.
Irritation seared through him - as if his dignity had been hurt. Because it had! How dare Bruno act bored? Uninterested? Even if today wasn't the day for his schemes, he'd show him. He'd show him the next day.
He retreated into his room, checking the camera. Bruno was already fully in bed. He hadn't even taken a shower? Whack. He was usually such a stickler for schedules, what had happened to change that?
It didn't matter, absolutely didn't matter, Lucian would crack him - he would! He was too invested in this entire elaborate scheme to not push it ahead further.
The next day came, and still no sight of Daniel. Bruno was already at work, but where the fuck was that little shit? Was that why Bruno had been so pissy? His little minion wasn't around? Maybe he had finally decided to tuck his tail between his legs and be the pussy he had always been.
But honestly, that was good. No Daniel meant such an easy time for Lucian, even if Bruno had his moods. He would be a fool to pass this up. So he waited for his target to come home again. Just as the day before, he was late.
The door opened - Bruno, bored and tired-looking, once again entered the house. Without hesitation, he started walking up the stairs.
"Welcome home, Mr. Greene, is today be-" Lucian tried again.
"Not interested." Bruno continued stomping upstairs.
The irritation from before came back full force at Lucian - making his blood boil. No, he would get Bruno to answer him. And he would make him aroused. He would! He followed the brute, reaching the closed door to the bedroom. He firmly knocked on it, the sound spreading far.
"Mr. Greene? Open up, come on." Lucian pleaded.
Nothing. So he knocked again, with the same plea. Silence. Knocking, knocking, knocking, uninterrupted knocking. And finally, footsteps. The door opened briskly, and in the same speed, Lucian's hand was fully grasped by a bigger, hairier one.
The grip was crushing, as the young man could only gasp for air at the pain. But there was no time for that - the back of his shirt got grabbed by Bruno's other hand, the brute dragging his victim on the floor. Lucian's pants and underpants came loose from the motion, causing his backside to redden and burn from the friction. This got added to the pile of agony he was experiencing from the crushing force against his hand and the choking sensation his own shirt collar was subjecting him to.
Thankfully, it all stopped - culminating in a throw. Bruno had opened Lucian's bedroom door and, with solely the hand on the shirt, launched Lucian onto his bed. The momentum propelled him into the wall at the end of the bed - the impact sending a pulse of pain and nausea through his entire body. Vertigo from the unexpected and turbulent movement too.
And Bruno? Simply closed the door, leaving the aching man in solitude. Not a single word about what had just transpired. The thundering manner Bruno's bedroom door was shut again reverberated all the way over to Lucian. He shuddered, trying to recover.
This was a valuable reminder - a reminder of just how violent and dangerous Bruno Greene was. A lesson Lucian had temporarily forgotten. He laid there, shaking on his bed, the fear coming back to haunt him. He was foolish to get so sure in Bruno's affection for him from just a single diary entry. He would need to work to get there.
Oh, and work he would - he already had a plan.
---
Lucian was at the ready. A new morning came, and that meant a new chance to ensnare Bruno deeper into his clutches. And he already knew how - after all, the brute gave him all the answers in a convenient little book. He opened up the photo on his phone, zooming in to look for a line that might be easy to fulfill.
Nope. Rubbish. Useless. Unreal. Not feasible. There!
"It would be so hot to see those pink nipples pierced. Fuck how I want to tug at them and see him yelp."
What a pervert. Who would ever want to imagine such a creepy old man fantasize about this shit? Though Lucian could count himself lucky - kinks such as this were a small price to pay in order to fuck Bruno's life up.
"Seeing my name on his body? Knowing that he put it there himself? To tell everyone he belongs to me? I could blow at the mere thought of that."
A real charmer, that geezer. Ugh, would a tattoo really be worth it? Considering he was already planning on getting nipple piercings, it wasn't too big of a stretch.
And yet, thinking about all of this at once - Lucian began to have doubts. What if this was all for naught? What if the videos were really the best he could get? Would they even be enough? A shudder ran through his body - anxiety, fear and past memories. They all came back to haunt him at that precise moment. But that was nothing new, of course. He had had to tackle them a lot of times before.
Yet after yesterday's nighttime stunt, they seemed so much more real again. Lucian hated them. Hated how inevitable and overwhelming they felt. Hated how powerless he was to stop them.
No! That was quitter talk! So what if Bruno had been rough? He always had been that way. Lucian should have been used to it. He wouldn't stop now, simply wouldn't! Not when he was so close to proving Peter wrong. But mainly, not when he was so close to replacing Daniel. Oh, how he had envied Daniel's position for so long. Why should he have had everything he wants and Lucian had to be happy with scraps? It was simply unfair! Like Daniel was the only one who needed attention and money and care and... love.
A tear wanted to press out of Lucian's eyes, but he simply willed it back in. He refused to be pathetic again. How long had he simply taken it like an obedient dog, barking back only to be put in place again and again. He was sick of it! They could never know what it was like! What he had to endure!
He would dethrone Daniel! He would win Bruno! He would bring judgment upon all of them! He simply would. And so he set off.
Sure, he had overestimated the intensity of Bruno's feelings from the book entry, but those would change. And the brute definitely would not have lied about those fantasies of his. They were too detailed to be fictitious. This was definitely a good plan.
It wasn't hard to find a place where he could get his new piercings. And a tattoo parlor was right next door. True serendipity. Sadly, the process itself wasn't that smooth.
The metallic rings hanging from his bruised, swollen nipples gleamed in the light as he examined them. Now, he had been told to not touch them too much for a good chunk of time, but what did they know? He had a mission to fulfill, so he'd endure the pain or whatever else the consequences might be.
With tattoos he thankfully already had experience, but only with small ones. A simple ankle tattoo and wrist tattoo were all he had. But how much worse could a bigger one be?
Not that much different at all, honestly. Lucian couldn't really discern any change in feeling, only duration. But, success, he had Bruno's name tattooed all over his chest... somehow it didn't feel like a win. More like a stain on his body and dignity. But he didn't care. It was a tool - a tool that he'd use.
Parking his car in front of the house again, he entered. His torso was sore on numerous spots, having had enough action for a lifetime all in a single day. But that didn't matter - it would all pass and heal. And considering daddy dearest still wasn't home, Lucian took care himself as he had been instructed.
Honestly, why was everyone exaggerating? The mental impact these body modifications had - being tied to the tyrant and all - was a lot greater than any physical pain he could feel. Or maybe he had already gotten used to feeling great amounts of pain, so this was nothing he couldn't handle.
Spending his day as he usually did, he killed time watching TV, patiently waiting to show off to the target. And who could've guessed? Bruno was on time, unlike the previous days.
The front door opened, giving way to Bruno's hulking frame. He was once again a bit different. A bit oddly chipper and smiley. Almost dopey, if that brute was truly capable of such emotions. He looked at Lucian, warm gaze leisurely gracing the young man. Huh... maybe he was back to normal. Or a new mental breakdown was imminent.
Either way, Lucian had assumed that Daniel's absence was the cause of father's sour and puritan moods. But Daniel wasn't home and Bruno was apparently already in full swing. Yet this swing was oddly positive - unlike what the behemoth usually displayed.
"Welcome home, Mr. Greene! I have a surprise for you." Lucian already started to tease.
"Oh? Perfect! I do too. We can share! First you yours and then I mine." Bruno said, giggling as softly as never.
What was with him? What kind of surprise could that stinking piece of brutish log harbor? This entire mirth radiating from him was also unusual. Normally, Lucian had only seen him like this when Daniel was around - only Daniel, that is. It was easy to see via prying eyes from behind an improperly-shut door. But now it was in the presence of Lucian? What a luxury. And a real reassurance as to how his 'gift' would be received.
Slowly, Lucian pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the narrow, hairless, freshly decorated expanse of his chest. Bruno was a bit taken aback. He had probably not expected this in a million years.
"How did you?... Why did you?..." he finally said after a long period of silence.
"Simple. I tried to think of what you might like, and then I tried to get it. Why? Was I spot on?" Lucian said, cheeky undertone laced through the sentiment.
"Well, yes! This is all very attractive, Lucian." Bruno admitted, as he got closer.
Lucian... Lucian! Bruno finally used his name in a loving context! Scraps, bare minimum, absolute basics of manners. And yet Lucian was internally overjoyed. He really was moving forward with this plan! He had been successful!
Not wanting to let this moment go to waste, he laid down on his back and spread his legs - he had already lubed and stretched himself out, condom prepared for the occasion since days before. He was so ready. The pants and underwear got pulled off sloppily as he waited for Bruno to join him.
"Eager, aren't we?" the brute smiled.
Oh, he could smile all he wanted. He was just walking further into Lucian's trap. A similar grin - all tooth, no love - was flashed back by the young man. He pulled out the wrapped rubber and held it out to Bruno.
"You're just as eager, aren't you? C'mon, admit it. For me, please?" Lucian asked, fake puppy eyes on full display.
"Needy too. And bratty as always. Though you were never a quiet one." Bruno said with a cocked-up eyebrow.
Nonetheless, the brute got in-between Lucian's legs and pulled down his clothes too. His dick hung free, already semi-hard, as he gave it a few quick strokes. It didn't take long for blood to fill it properly.
Taking the condom and pulling it over his tool, Bruno swiftly placed the head at Lucian's entrance and thrust in. Taking no breaks, he set quite a reckless pace from the beginning, holding the couch with one hand, as his other one pressed down on the hips he was pistoning into. The bottom grasped at the couch for dear life to properly ground himself in the sudden sensory overload.
Lucian was already used to this sensation - thankfully any mental blocks regarding the twisted nature of the scene he willingly initiated were long gone. In a way, he enjoyed the way he could easily make Bruno do his bidding - even in a limited context like this. It made him feel... powerful.
His eyes locked onto the top's green ones. Those, on the other hand, were focused on the glistening metal punched through Lucian's still-swollen flesh. They moved forward and back as his entire body was being slid on the couch's surface. A self-satisfied grin formed on both of the men's faces. Bruno probably thought he had won, but Lucian knew it was the opposite. With a little edit to his body, he was able to puppeteer the brute so effectively.
"You got those today, huh? Must still hurt like hell." Bruno commented.
"Yeah. But it's fine, you can play around with them. I'll survive." Lucian shrugged it off.
"Those are just your loose screws talking. No one in their right mind would play with them that fresh, no matter how hot it seems." Bruno shook his head and chuckled.
"Oh yeah?" Lucian gave him a challenging look.
Without waiting for a single second, the young man grasped his piercings and pulled at them. Oh, it hurt like hell. About on par with Bruno's average beating. Thankfully, that meant he was quite used to the pain at that point. He groaned out - masking the pain as pleasure.
"You're absolutely crazy." the brute said in disbelief.
The thrusts had paused with the astonished reaction. He must have been too busy being mesmerized by the utterly ridiculous actions Lucian was taking. But the blonde didn't mind. He knew Bruno was looking all over his new little additions. Both the piercings and the tattoo, even if he hadn't commented on the latter yet. There was an unfamiliar emotion in Bruno's eyes - one that Lucian couldn't quite decipher. It seemed like... awe? Maybe disbelief? Whatever it was, it was not seen on the brute often.
Then, the movements returned. Quicker and rougher - truly no holds barred. And, identically to the previous session with Bruno, Lucian was getting stimulated too. It felt wrong and embarrassing to admit, but the behemoth had figured out how to please Lucian to a T. Which was especially welcome after the rather dissatisfying fuck with his minions.
Fuck, he was getting way too close. At this rate, he'd cum before Bruno again. A sense of shame started filling him - ironic, considering everything else he had no problem doing. He wanted to hold it off and 'win' over Bruno again, but... he simply couldn't. The sensations were aimed, directly pointed at his sensitive spots to make him climax.
And the release came. Bruno kept fucking him throughout it, making it exceptionally hard to stifle the sounds tearing out of Lucian's throat. As the final notes of his release landed upon his torso, the top simply laughed.
"Look at you, getting my name all dirty. Honestly, can't tell if it looked better before or after." he joked.
He fucking joked around. While Lucian was there, trying to not lose his mind from the disorientating concoction of feelings warring inside of him, the man made jokes. Terrific. And so utterly strange too. Like this was all normal at that point. No secrets, no hush-hush, not even an ounce of restraint. Lucian honestly wasn't sure if he was proud of himself for acting his way to this point, of if he was angry at Bruno for not treating him in any special way. But maybe this was special?
There was no way of knowing for him, of course. This was probably more Daniel's forte - he knew every nook and cranny of Bruno's mind. Or, well, had known. Maybe this was a side even baby brother didn't know. Somehow, that stilled the swirling thoughts inside of his mind. A singular sensation emerging on top - the sweet, juicy feelings of triumph. A perverse, hidden, yet undeniable triumph.
The thrusts getting sloppy and irregular, Lucian could tell his top was climbing to the summit as well. Bruno's eyes briefly lost their focus as he let his semen fill the contraceptive. Yet he did not pull out. Simply let himself stay inside, dick softening, as his eyes regained focus - once again staring at Lucian's chest.
"Why did you do it?" he asked calmly.
"Did what?" Lucian feigned ignorance.
He didn't even get a verbal response back, just a quirk of the brow alongside an unamused look.
"Oh, these? I thought you might like them. You always seemed like the... possessive type." lies spewed out.
"So you got nipple piercings and a tattoo just because you thought - not knew, just thought - they might please me?"
"Well, yeah! It worked, right? You know, I trust my mind in these things. It knows a lot." Lucian winked.
A scoff, and then an empty sensation. Bruno had pulled out and was on his way out of the door again, condom tied in his hand, trousers properly adjusted again.
"You know, last time you discarded that thing into your trash upstairs. Why go out? I don't get it."
"Some of us like fresh air, brat. Being cooped up in my room is not the lifestyle I'd choose." Bruno replied dryly as he got out.
Ah, back to the mean act. Whatever he was playing at, that bubble would burst soon. Lucian would make sure of it. He wiped off the spent on his chest with his shirt, also adjusting his clothes back in place.
Bruno came back, and was already on his way upstairs - the sex had been a momentary detour from his typical homecoming routine. He stopped close to the top.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you what I wanted to before. Don't plan anything for Saturday. Danny, you and me are going camping. He's also returning someday tomorrow, so be prepared to properly open the door for him or something if he were to need it." he rattled off mechanically.
"Will do, Mr. Greene! Have a good night." Lucian said.
"Thanks... Lucian... I just want to promise you something: I promise that I won't hurt you again, okay? It truly means a lot to me that you're trying to appease me like this."
As the heavy steps of his work-boots disappeared upstairs, Lucian stayed on the couch. Stunned. What the fuck was that? A promise? He wouldn't hurt Lucian anymore? To think that day would come... the young man started giggling into the couch backrest, utterly overjoyed. No no, he could celebrate later. Even if this was huge - monumental, even - he had things to consider.
Of course Daniel was coming back. One could not have any peace around this house. Terrible. Oh well, he'd survive somehow. But the camping sounded more interesting. He had expected Daniel to go alone with daddy dearest. But no, Lucian himself was invited too? My my, what a twist of events. The smirk on the young man's face was undeniable. So pleased with himself and utterly unapologetic. Especially in combination with Bruno's words.
It was the same smirk he had when Daniel finally returned home. The time between the days almost felt compressed - flashing by in a blur, Lucian's mind so utterly focused on the upcoming events and the short distance between him and his actual goal - whatever it was at that point. Lucian himself didn't know, but he was convinced he'd realize it when he got there.
Meanwhile, his brother was standing right in front of him - and that was a more pressing matter. One he really wanted to use - to get under his skin. An almost sadistic gleam filled his eyes.
"Welcome back, bro!" Lucian said, all cheery.
"Hi." a simple, curt response.
"Yo! Why so gloomy? Didn't you have a good time? Me and your dad certainly did! Where have you been again?"
They were both in the living room/entrance hall. The very same one where just the night before, Lucian had Bruno's dick deep inside. Something Daniel didn't know, of course. Yet it made Lucian's smile even wider. Sure, time had passed and no trace was left on it - the older brother having moved to his bedroom to sleep and then gone about his day as normal. But the memory remained - as if forever hanging in the air, along with the promise.
"I've been at Peter's." another dismissal from the younger one.
"Oooh, how is he?"
Lucian had replied with what sounded like curiosity, but was actually suppressed anger. The heat coursing through his veins at the mention of that cursed name was only comparable to the warmth of the tears prickling at his eyes. He quickly blinked one of these away.
"He's fine. We just... talked. It was a nice time." Daniel said, still frigid.
"Oh, I'm sure it was. Pete is always a blast, eh? Just like when we were little. You, me, Pete and your dad." he tried to provoke.
"I guess? It was more relaxed than exciting, though. If you don't mind, I have stuff to do."
Daniel simply walked up the stairs and holed himself up in his room. He was acting weird. Very cold and distant. Just what had Peter told him? What could they possibly have discussed? Lucian felt a sudden unease. But he brushed it off. The facts were clear - he was getting what he wanted. And his baby brother could do nothing about it. Whether out of lack of ability or sheer lack of willpower didn't matter.
Lucian let his brother be for the rest of the day. That poor sod would need all the energy he could get for the rest of their future. For now, the blonde too retreated into his room.
He'd take it easy. He had a big trip coming up soon, after all. With the man who promised to not hurt him again.
