Severed Ties ; verse + oropherion

[oropherion]

04:00 a.m. Alarm.

04:15 - 05:00 a.m. Morning Stretch and Exercise.

05:00 - 05:30 a.m. Breakfast with Hatsuka.

05:30 - 06:00 a.m. Shower and Groomed for work.

06:14 a.m. On his way to the office.

It was the same schedule Jun Kazuhiro followed every morning without fail. Non-work days differed only slightly, but otherwise the routine remained the same. Twenty-six years old, Kazuhiro was already well on his way to earn a name for himself. A recent graduate from Tohoku University a couple years back and a promising and rising star in the Sendai Law Firm, he had the life. He had a nice flat, a beautiful fiance, and with each successful case, plenty of yen in the bank. Nothing seemed to be able to stop him from this rise in success because he was an overachiever, determined, respectful, hard-working, reliable, perfect in every seemingly way. The ‘Golden Child’ as he had often been referred to by his parents and the complete opposite of his younger brother, Kasaki.


The only two heirs of the Jun family had been raised and treated exactly the same. Both given the same opportunity, same moral and honor code embedded into them, and often with strict and rough enforcement. Yet somehow the younger Jun boy didn’t seem to absorb or maintain these lessons. He rebelled, he did everything the opposite. He was crass, bold, unapologetic in his unruly and brutish behavior. Oftentimes, both brothers would face off in heated fights, leaving each other with plenty of bruises and scrapes that would be doubled by the paddle their father and patriarch punished them with. Growing up, the bond of brotherhood waned thin and snapped. There didn’t seem to be any love or closeness between the two as Kazuhiro continued to prove to his parents that he was the perfect son; the chosen one. The one that obeyed and honored them, that would pursue higher education and a better life for himself and their family. He graduated upper secondary school with honors and it didn’t take him long to get admitted to the Tohoku University at the ripe age of eighteen.

Kasaki was a drop out and fell into drugs, booze, and girls. He led a more ‘free’ lifestyle as he liked to call it, and tried to run the Jun name into the ground. The stress of his abhorrent behavior gradually caused their parents grief and pain, which led to illness, and eventually their death later on in their adult lives. At just twenty five and twenty-three, the Jun boys had lost both parents only a few months apart and Kazuhiro blamed his younger brother for it. His father’s death was the most recent and the funeral had only been eight months ago, which had been the last time Kazuhiro had seen and spoken to his brother. Something he had hoped to keep that way.

Thankfully, Hatsuka had been his rock and his inspiration. Her warm, strong, devoted presence kept Kazuhiro’s head held high even in those dark few months. She encouraged him to forgive his brother only for his own sake, to not let that dark seed bury itself in his heart and grow dark, twisted veins within his body. She was spiritual in the sense that she feared how much deep, negative thoughts could affect one’s body and soul. They had spoken many hours into the night, of her fear of him letting his anger and resentment take control, that he’d lash out and ruin all of the hard work he had done to get where he was today. Kazuhiro wasn’t sure what he had done to earn such love and support, but he treasured her and vowed to take care of her and love her for the rest of her life. A beautiful silver diamond engagement ring had sealed that deal.

“Hiro, you’re forgetting something?” Came Hatsuka’s sing-song voice from the kitchen, drawing Kazuhiro from the foyer where he was about to stuff his feet into his dress shoes.

“What’s that?” He called back with a playful smirk as he looked back towards her leaning over the counter. He saw her give a light huff of faux annoyance as she blew her bang out of her face.

“Your lunch….and your goodbye kiss, you idiot!” They shared a laugh as he stalked back into the kitchen, slipping an arm around her waist to draw her in. His fingers lightly tickled her sides, making her squirm and giggle and slap his chest in response, before he dipped down to capture her petal soft lips in a kiss. She melted into him and he let the moment linger for another second before he sighed and drew away. “You are going to make me late, woman.” He snickered as he pinched her bottom, snatched up his lunch box she had so lovingly made for him, and darted away as she tried to chase him with a wooden spoon in retaliation. “Love you, Suka!” He called as he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his leather suitcase, then darted out the door before she could strike him.

It was only a twenty minute bike ride to the office. The receptionist in the main lobby was busy on the phone already when he walked in and he lifted a hand in greeting before ducking down the hall to head towards his office. He was stopped a few times by his colleagues, engaging in short conversation, before he finally made it to his desk to begin work. He had a large case to prepare for and needed to go through all of his documents, notes, statements, and evidence to prepare for the court hearing. As a defense lawyer, it was very important for him to make sure he represented his client to the utmost of his ability, especially if said client was innocent. Kazuhiro refused to defend any client that couldn’t prove without a doubt that they deserved a non-guilty verdict. Something he didn’t have much choice in the beginning of his career, but now with his feet wet and a little more cemented in the company, he was given a little more leeway with his decisions.

Kazuhiro worked quietly and diligently in his office for hours, typing up his opening statement, organizing his notes and eradicating anything that wasn’t truly important to the case, and so forth. It was just thirty minutes before he planned to take his lunch break when he heard his cell phone buzzing to life. Saving his work and leaning back in his seat, he frowned as he picked up the device and saw a number he recognized belonging to the local precinct. A sigh passed his lips as he figured it was either the office calling to see if he’d represent one of their prisoners or an actual prisoner calling to request him personally. But then how would they get his cell phone and not call his office instead?

Despite the strangeness of it, Kazuhiro pressed the green button to accept the call and lifted the device to his ear. “Hello, this is Jun Kazuhiro speaking. How may I help you?”

“Aniki.”

The cold, sarcastic voice on the other end was all too familiar and sent an icy jolt down his spine as he immediately stiffened and sat up straight in his chair. His grip tightened on the device as he slammed his hand down on his desk and gritted his teeth.

“Kasaki,” Kazuhiro spat back with an equal tone of cold indifference as he glared at his office wall. “Why are you calling me? I thought I told you I didn’t want to hear from you ever again.”

“You hurt me, big bro. I just need your help. Just this once.” Kasaki seemed to wait as he heard his older brother’s silence before continuing, “I need you to bail me out.”

Kazuhiro immediately snarled and hissed into the phone, “Absolutely not! Whatever bullshit you got yourself is your own problem! Hell, you probably deserve to spend a few nights in prison. Ma and Pa aren’t here anymore to bail you out of your own fuck ups, and I’m not gonna pick up their slack. Forget my number. Good-bye.” He wouldn’t let his brother say anymore, or try to butter him up and make him feel any ounce of guilt or shame for denying his last remaining family help. He hung up immediately and panted, running a hand through his neatly trimmed short black locks as he cursed. His brother had a lot of nerve to think he’d cough up any amount of money to bail him out of a situation he had put himself in!

The older Jun boy took a few minutes to simmer down before he went back to work. When he found he couldn’t concentrate any longer, he decided it was time to take his lunch. Saving and closing everything down, he grabbed his phone and headed to the breakroom to grab his lunch box from the fridge. He was short in greetings to his colleagues as he slipped out of the firm to get some air and eat in the nearby park. What he didn’t expect was to be suddenly accosted by a group of ruffians on his way, causing him to drop his lunch to the ground. He tried to fight off the assailants, but they were quicker and more organized as they knocked him out.

 

[Verse]

It was hard in the beginning, when he still cared. He remembered some of it, actually, pushing up against the kindness his parents had taught him. These impulses he had. They had started as something else in him, foreign, but then they became him. The things he wanted weren't in conflict with the things that he loved. They burned down everything else. As they built, the friction grew between him and his family. He had loved mother the most, but it didn't help. He wanted what he wanted, and they got in the way of that. Maybe he got off on seeing them upset, because they were the last authority in his life. He wanted to be free, and they stood in the way of that, because they took up space in his heart. He found a home outside of their house, instead. Away from the golden boy Kazuhiro, who would rather lecture than have fun. The way they used to fight had actually made it easier for Kasaki. That's all the education he needed to be who he wanted. And he was good at it too. Mom and dad liked to brag about Kazuhiro and his grades, but Kasaki was doing great, too. Only it wasn't in a field his family appreciated.

And since he couldn't have the money big bro got from doing everything their parents wanted, Kasaki had to earn it in other ways. For a young, able body, there was work. He started off just running, and graduated to heavier work within the new family. He couldn't do the computer stuff, which was on the rise, so they liked him for the street work. He was tall and the life he led gave him a pretty menacing look. Under the streelights and in alleys, he could certainly look the part. And, whenever he got to prove himself, he was good when the chips were down too. The other boys he ran with liked him, because he had their backs. Why wouldn't he? They were lost in the night together. They drank together and sometimes they fucked together too. There was a certain kind of kinship between them, when all of them had sucked his cock. It was kind of a rite of passage, to have the shit beaten out of you, and then have it fucked out of you too, by the dangerous Jun boy. The dysfunctional dynamic made the few who stuck by his side a very tightly knit group.

They looked to him for leadership. He was climbing in the world. But it was hard to focus when there were so many distractions in the night. He had to try it all. And the higherups were happy with a boy who would gladly kill for them, and only wanted libations and free passage at their clubs, and perhaps a few girls and boys in the brothels. But even the geezers in charge were suggesting Kasaki do more than just run what he could carry, or take iron pipes to people who owed them. Kasaki preferred being free to pummel people, and take their money. But eventually he caved and did some of the more organized shit. It paid astronomically better, anyway.

But it also came with higher charges. Especially after he'd become a legal adult. The cops could be bribed for the smaller stuff, but this shipment and the body floating in the river connected to it, was kinda high profile. They didn't have a smoking gun, but the heat meant some Samaritan and hero types got involved. The better bribed pigs belonged to his bosses, and they didn't want to do shit for the lower caste unless they had to. So, when he was taken in this time, he couldn't just talk shit with the officer usually on his case and then leave a few hours later. The time he was looking to spend here would seriously damage his evening plans.

That's why he needed Kazuhiro. So that's why he called. He threw the phone when the BASTARD SHIT FUCKER didn't want to help. At least dad's lessons came with the bailout. At least the youngest Jun had enough pull to get another call. He wasn't about to play nice anymore. He made sure this call was to people he trusted.

Hanzo and Keda were the same age as the Jun menace, and had no trouble following the instructions. There were some tendencies of Kasaki they saw in Kazuhiro, but in the end, the lawyer type wasn't that tough. They did a number on him, and when he came to, it was in a nearby warehouse, not far from the one the raid was at. A few threats, most of them sexual in nature, since the violence had already been showed, did the trick. People with hands without callouses are easy to convince. So it could only end one way.

With Kasaki getting a cop to his cell, who begrudgingly told him his bail had been paid, and the lawyer was waiting for him.

Hanzo was short and square in build. He'd done most of the talking, and Keda had been holding and swinging a crowbar, like a toy, like a promise. They weren't as smart as Kasuki, so they were rather blunt when trying to 'negotiate' with the man who had some features just like their young boss. It was the usual stuff, and when the suit realized they were serious about breaking his bones if he didn't do them this solid, he became more willing to hear them out. A small mention of his beautiful fiancé helped, too. They weren't really acting when they talked about what they'd do to her, if they got bored if Kasaki didn't come back.

So when they waited outside the station and sent the worse for ware older brother in, they expected good results.

Kasaki was smug when he came out. Black tanktop under a big jacket. He was the younger of the two, so he still had some softness in his face, though not his expression. "Look at you, bro!" he said and grabbed Kazuhrio by the shoudlers and eyed him up and down. "Damn. Domestic life has treated you well." the hooligan said, slapped his brothers arms twice before letting him go. He then proceeded to throw one arm around the no doubt expensive suit shoulders, and walked them out the door. "But you kinda hurt me on the phone." he said into his brother's ear. "You were gonna leave me in there, huh?" the hot breath was obviously a threat that should ring truer now since Hiro had met his associates. They went down the stairs together. "I think it's my fault. We don't even know each other anymore. Isn't that a shame?" well on the ground he shoved Hiro toward the car, and Hanzo opened the door. "We should catch up right now. Why don't you invite me to your place?" he asked and pushed Hiro onto the seat. The car was on the road soon.

 

[oropherion]

Kazuhiro had always brandished himself as intelligent and prepared for anything, but it seemed this perfect persona he tried to keep up all day, every day, had a crack. A crack that somehow his younger brother had and had always managed to exploit. Kasaki always managed to get under his skin, no matter how hard he fought it, and today was no different. He shouldn't have been so naive to think that his assertive declaration over the phone would be enough to put his brother off from bothering him. No, he should have thought of all the things his brother could have done to make sure he got what he wanted, but Hiro hadn't in that moment. Oh how quick he was regretting it when dirtied hands grabbed at him, forcing him into fighting with all his might. A man of class he was, didn't mean he didn't hit the gym when possible and keep in shape. But still his rather posh lifestyle didn't afford him the kind of strength and dirty-play style these thugs had. By the time he had woken up in the warehouse, he was sporting a few bruises and a bloodied lip and the back of his head throbbed, warning of a potential lump from being struck by a hard object. He groaned as he came to and found himself tied to a chair by some crude ropes.

He cussed when he came alert enough to realize what was happening, which earned him a back-handed slap that exacerbated the cut on his lip. He spat reddened spittle to the concrete floor between his spread legs and glowered at the two men. It didn't take long to realize who these punks belonged to and he hissed his brother's name under his breathe like it was venom to be spat out. Of course this was Kasaki's doing. He never did like to be told no or to lose a game or be refused anything in his life. He should have known his younger brother would not lay back and take his punishment like a man. Kazuhiro's pride and disgust for his kin had him refusing Hanzo's attempt to persuade him to help his brother. Each time, he was struck whether with a fist or with the crowbar Keda was swinging around. His jaw throbbed from punch after punch and his calves screamed in pain from the strikes from the crowbar. The hits hadn't been enough to break any bones, but the threat was very clear that they would have no problem doing so.

Kazuhiro was hellbent on not giving these devils what they wanted no matter the consequences, no matter the threatening of sexual violence against himself, but when they brought up his fiance, his sweet Suka, he cursed anew at them. He spat blood and phlegm at them, rattled against the chair despite his disheveled state, unable to do anything more than yell vehemently at them that he wouldn't let them touch her. The things they were describing of what they would do to her made his stomach twist in revulsion. They were monsters and he couldn't understand how his brother could be involved with such people. To let himself sink so low. But it was enough to finally force him to comply and agree, even if it went against everything in his being to do so. He hated to give in and give his brother what he wanted.

He let them bring him to the station, stumbled out of the vehicle and limped his way in knowing they were waiting and watching, ready for him to make a run for it. He wouldn't run though. Now he was pissed, enraged, and he wanted to beat the living pulp out of his brother for doing this to him. Blood stained his expensive suit, darkening the white of his blouse to a nasty copper tone. It would take a lot of yen to have the stains removed and he planned to get that out of Kasaki himself. Alas, he was greeted by the younger Jun punk with strong, calloused hands on his shoulders, rattling him further. He held back the groan of pain and instead pierced his brother's face with cold daggers. "Cut the pleasantries, Aki." He snapped, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he stumbled again by the arm being thrown around his shoulder. His hands balled into fists, ready to swing and remind themselves both of the old times when they used to settle their differences with fist fighting until one or the other parent broke them up. The simple fact that Kasaki's underlings were still nearby and the threat to Hatsuka kept him from letting out all of his rage in that very moment, even if it was well deserved. Soon, he told himself, soon.

Hiro rolled his eyes with such little empathy at the drama of his brother's words and curled his lips. "........" He fell silent though, wisely keeping himself from retorting that he certainly was going to leave his sorry ass to rot in a jail cell, but the threat in the tone was enough to curb the attitude. If only because he knew what these kinds of men were capable of and he was also shown just a taste of it. Hatsuka didn't deserve it. He just hoped he'd get to see her tonight. He stiffly walked down the stairs with his brother, shoulders hunched up and tense, showing he really didn't appreciate his brother's proximity to him. They had never been close especially not affectionately so it was uncomfortable and unnatural, and he knew it was just to threaten him and keep him compliant. "I wonder whose fault that is? If you weren't such a degenerate, we could be like true brothers." He spat vehemently before he cursed as he was shoved towards a car, glaring at Hanzo as he yanked open the door. With little choice in the matter, he was pushed inside and he sat stiff and awkward in the seat next to his brother.

When his brother made his intentions known, Hiro cursed again and reached out to grab the lapels of his shirt, not caring that he could easily be shot and murdered here. But his brother needed him so he'd keep him alive, at least that is what he thought. "Fuck you, Aki! I know what you want. I'm not going to take you there. You can take me anywhere else and we can hash this out, but I refuse to take you to my place!" He shook the other, other hand clenching and ready to throw a fist. Some restrained kept him from actually throwing it though. The car was already lurching through the streets as if it already knew where to go and he hissed, tongue laving over his bruised and bloody lip. "Why do you gotta be like this, Aki? You could be so much better than this filth!" He argued, eyes filled with disgust and awe at just how blinded and crazed his brother had become.

 

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Kazuhiro was quite the image, walking in there. People didn't really care who posted bail, and if the receptionist had thought about what had prompted this man to pay, they didn't say anything. Justice only for those who ask for it, right? But Kasaki knew. It was still very rewarding to see, though, how his brother limped inside. How satisfying, to know Kazuhiro had paid for his rudeness on the phone. The eyes that looked back at Kasaki from the partially swollen face were laden with anger. Good. Hiro should feel something. His life was too easy. He didn't have to contend with murderous forces like Aki. Suits never looked as good as when they were touched of filth and blood. Being a lawyer shouldn't just be meetings in pretty offices. Sometimes you actually had to look at crime to defend it, right? But if Kasaki was being honest, just Hiro's expression when he came in here was worth the price of admission. Aki had forgotten how satisfying it could be to prank his older brother. Back then, Aki was the only thing Hiro could lose his temper over. Aki had held it as a privilege. In some ways this felt like nothing had changed.

But holding on to Hiro, reminded Aki that everything had.

He was sizing his brother up, like any other man he met. How did his body feel against his, how much power could he put into his arms to punch. How long where his legs? Where did he carry his weight? And then, for personal interest; did Aki like the physical shape? It was an odd thought that went through the younger brother's head, but he wasn't foreign to it. Kazuhiro should be subject to his scrutiny, all facets of it, as anyone else. After all, Kazuhiro was just as likely to swing at him as anyone else. Which meant big bro should be a candidate for the same counter measures and punishments. It should be a revolting thought, but the same mischievous parts of the youngest Jun that liked to win over his big brother in races up the stairs to their room, was excited now, thinking about upending Hiro's perfect life. It actually moved some warmth to his cock. Wouldn't that handsome face look good, stuffed with dick? Aki's dick? Aki wasn't sure that hadn't been his plan, all along, however that phone call had went. Maybe he would have been nicer about it if Hiro hadn't been rude. Maybe he'd wined and dined instead?

He saw the clenched fist - in his line of work, he had to be good a clocking them. But he didn't do anything about it, because he didn't have to. He hugged and held his brother all he wanted, leading them out like they were good old friends. Angry like a bag of bees, Kazuhiro and all his marks, were wise enough to be a bit more compliant than when Aki had heard his voice last time. This wasn't his first reluctant suit. They all had similar pressure points. He knew what Hiro's was, and he would make sure to push it hard whenever he got the chance. Such a fucking romantic, his brother. Hanzo and Keda sure could be trusted. They'd delivered this tall dark and corporate neatly wrapped. The things Hiro muttered under his breath still got to Aki a little, which wasn't good for Hiro's health. "We are true brothers, you know that right?" he asked with a frown. Being who he'd become, he could have a short fuse. The expression of insult was dangerous. Aki's moods had killed people.

And then they were in the car together. It felt good to have such control over his older sibling. Aki leaned back and took a smoke from Hanzo in the front seat. Keda was driving. Aki drew at the filter and exhaled from his nose without removing the roll from his lips. He leaned into his door and pushed his boot against Hiro's arm, seated on the other side, against the other window. Not unlike what they used to do in the back of dad's car, on their way to the beach, back when they were still all together. He listened to Kazuhiro go off about where they were going, but everyone already knew that was the plan. Aki tilted his head, a bit surprised, at Hiro's last comment. "This filth?" he asked as he pinched the cigarette and ashed it at Hanzo. The three laughed. "I'm not better than these loyal chaps, bro." he said and then actually stomped Hiro's arm, to cause pain. "But we're better than you, until you learn loyalty." The others hummed in agreement and Aki lifted his brows as the romanced the filter again, challenging Hiro to do something about it.

It wouldn't matter. Aki would finish the smoke and they'd arrive at the pretty little house.

Aki had his arm around his big brother again, as they walked up to the door, past a front lawn. Aki whistled at the fence and at how well kept everything was. Hanzo and Keda agreed with hoots. "You've come up in the world, haven't you, aniki?" he asked as he knocked on the door. He leaned into to whisper to the owner of the house, before anyone opened. "Hey, we gotta keep out story straight, right? I'mma say someone was mugging you, and we helped." From behind, to the two enforcers, the brothers looked like boys for a short moment, working on their lie so they wouldn't get in trouble. It wasn't like Kazuhiro got much of a choice, when Hatsuka unlocked the door and stuck her beautiful face out.

"Suka!" the little brother exclaimed. With his large jacket on over his black tanktop, he looked every bit the contrast he was to his brother. Though, with Kazuhiro so disheveled and scraped up, they might make a better match than usual. "We're here returning this little menace to ya." he laughed as he dove in for a hug. He locked around her before she could get to Hiro. The embrace was tight and his hands lingered just above her ass as they stroked her back. He made sure to look over his shoulder at Hiro before he let go. "Yeah. He got robbed and called us. We got his stuff back, but we figure today is an at-home day, yeah?" Before she could protest, he and his two friends walked in past her, leaving the two lovebirds to catch up. "Y'got anything to eat?" Aki asked as he quickly located the kitchen and the fridge. He was halfway buried in it, soon.

 

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Being stuffed into a tight space with his little brother was not something Kazuhiro liked. It was too tight, too close, too claustrophobic. It didn't give him much room, especially with the silent threat hanging in the air. The previous beating given by his brother's henchmen was enough to warn him what potential harm would follow suit if he didn't comply. It made him sick. He was no coward and gave as good as he got, but in the end he was just a lawyer, a business man used to dressing up and being pristine and neat, not some street thug who used their bodies like weapons and shields every day. There was an advantage his younger brother had in that sense, the only thing he had as a one-up on the older Jun brother. It was even more stifling when Aki took a smoke from one of the other men and lit it up, filling the cramp space with smoke that quickly filled his nostrils and lungs, burning his airways and making him cough violently. He fingered open the window a bit to try and filter out some of the smoke, glaring at his brother for having no consideration for him and his personal health. Not that Aki had ever truly cared about him in that sense, especially from their teen years and older.

Hiro sneered at Aki's remark to his comments on his henchmen and snorted as his brother pointed out he was no better. "Clearly you aren't." He remarked sarcastically which earned his arm a rather harsh stomp, wringing out a sudden cry of pain as he yanked his arm away and cradled it. It wasn't broken or anything, but it gave an ugly throb and a new bruise was quick to form under his jacket sleeve as he scowled darkly at the other Jun man. "You sonovabitch!" Spittle flew with the curses as he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes briefly and his nostrils were flared out in pain. After a few sharp inhales and deep exhales, he regained some control over himself and his emotions as he opened his eyes and fixed his brother with another steely glare, unimpressed with him and his manners. It would set their father off if he had seen his son act like this. "Loyalty is earned, brother." He spat before his gaze drifted to the scenery outside of the car and realized where they were going. What driveway they were pulling into and felt his heart immediately drop. It felt like ice water had just been dumped over the top of his head and he sat there frozen, eyes wide in shock to realize that somehow his brother and his men had figured out where he lived. That the inquiry of his address had just been a sick formality, a test perhaps. He spat more curses as he was dragged out of the car, heart racing in his chest as he prayed that Hatsuka had left the home for some errands, but seeing her vehicle still parked near the garage was enough to confirm his worst fears.


Kazuhiro shook with rage as he hunched up his shoulders and reached around to grasp the back of his brother's shirt tightly, yanking it as he snarled down into his ear. "You better not touch her." It was one thing for him to have the daylights beaten out of him, he'd handle it and he'd move on. But Hiro would lose his mind if his brother disrespected and harmed his fiance. Though he knew in the end that his brother would not listen to his warning. Aki didn't listen to no one and that was what had always made him a problem. A thorn in his side, one that he had thought he had removed and got ridden of months ago. The mention of their cover story made his stomach turn and he made a face to show it. "Fuck you." But he'd comply because the aura from the three men around him was all he needed to know just how south things could go if he didn't. He was smart enough to cause too much of a scene right now even when all he wanted to do was lay his brother out until he lost all of that ego he had built up over these years. He didn't quite lean into his brother's hold, unfortunately the arm around his shoulders kept him in place and kept him slightly hunched, leaning into the idea of him being sore from being 'mugged' as his brother would explain.

When the door opened and Hatsuka stood there, Hiro was almost tempted to call out and tell her to run, but his voice caught in his throat. A knot formed instead as he watched her friendly smile suddenly go tense in confusion as she stared at Aki for a second before her gaze slowly made its way towards her fiance. Then her eyes went wide as saucers and Hiro knew that had his brother not launched forward to drag her into a hug, she would have rushed right to him. Instead, she tensed up immediately in the hug, arms held up and out awkwardly as if she didn't understand how she should respond. She lightly patted his back in return, spine stiffening at how close his hand felt to her bottom and slowly responded to Aki's explanation of what had happened to her fiance. Hatsuka didn't know if she quite believed the story, but Hiro also wasn't putting up a big protest about it so she couldn't outright call Aki a liar. They had never been close, only having met a few times before the funeral that caused the separation of brothers, but she had never felt at ease in his presence, and even more so now. "I, well, thank you for returning him home in one piece." She finally responded with a tight smile, missing the daggers and threat of death Hiro was shooting his brother when the younger man looked back at him.

Hatsuka faltered as the three men, two whom she had no idea who they were, entered their home, lips parting but unable to come up with a good reason to deny them. Especially if they truly did go and rescue Kazuhiro. Now that she was free, she quickly rushed over to her fiance and with shaky hands lightly touched his swollen, bruised face. When he flinched, she whimpered. "Oh Hiro, sorry! What did they do to you?" She gently touched each mark with trembling fingers, a mixture of sadness and rage at the sight of him being in such a state as she pouted. "Lets get you inside and cleaned up. I know we have some painkillers." She started to turn back to the house, but he grabbed her and pulled her into a hug, embracing her strongly as he breathed in her sweet, flowery perfume and murmured into her ear. "....Just be observant and careful okay? I'll get him out of here quickly. He isn't going to stay long." Hiro promised as he kissed her brow and took her hand, ignoring the inquisitive gaze as he led her inside to find that his brother and comrades had already dug into the dinner that Hatsuka had clearly been working on; miso soup, grilled mackerel, rice, and pickled vegetables.

Kazuhiro hid his limp the best he could as he began to loosen his tie and slip it free from around his neck, followed by shouldering off his jacket that Hatsuka quickly helped pull off and set aside to be cleaned. His button up was dotted with blood that made her fret before she quickly headed off into the bathroom to grab the med kit. Hiro was glaring at his brother the whole time as he stood at the edge of the kitchen. "You can finish your meal as a thank you," said dripping with sarcasm, "but then I'm going to have to kindly ask you to leave." He said kindly through clenched teeth and eyes saying he meant anything but kindly. It wasn't a request, it was an order. This was his home and all he had to do was call the police or have Hatsuka call the police and they'd be dragging these three sorry assholes out of his home and he'd make sure no respectable lawyer represented them. Before he could go even further in his threat, Hatsuka returned with the med box and a wet rag. She waved him to sit on the stool and began cleaning the blood from his face and neck, brows knit in concern as she did it as carefully as possible. She offered him a couple of painkillers, stiffly walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. She felt eyes on her the whole time that made the ends of her hair stick up. She swallowed down the nerves as she returned to Hiro and watched him pop the pills and chase them down with the water, Adam's apple bobbing with each long swallow. "Easy, Hiro." She said softly, standing before him as if almost trying to block the vision of her from the other three men.

Hiro smiled tightly at her as he took her hand and drew her close briefly, his expression getting almost possessive and protective as he looked back at Aki. Then he squeezed her hand and said soft but firmly. "Why don't you go relax in the bedroom while I talk to my brother and his friends? We have some catching up to do." He gave her a reassuring look as she hesitated before she nodded, leaned up and kissed him, before giving a stiff wave to Aki and the other men before hurrying off to the bedroom. When he heard the door shut, Hiro stiffly rose and stalked into the kitchen and swung his hand out, knocking the plate and chopsticks out of his brother's hand as he got into his face. "I don't know what sick game you think you are playing here, Aki, and I don't give a shit about what you want. What I want is you to get the fuck out before we both do something we regret!" He snarled, hand reaching up to grab the lapels of his brother's jacket and squeezed, jerking him slightly as he glowered into his face.

 

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Having Kazuhiro on a leash was fun. The others in the car knew it wasn't always easy to keep Kasaki's attention, especially when it didn't concern the work they did specifically. But his dedication to tormenting his brother was very telling. The car filled up with atmosphere, not just from the middle-range brand cigarette and the arson-flavored breaths of the younger brother, but because hatred permeated the air as well, from the formerly dignified lawyer. Hanzo took pleasure in creating a threatening environment while Keda continued manning the wheel. They had put pressure on people before, playing quiet, threatening games. This was a bit more lighthearted, but when it was applied to Kazuhiro, who wasn't really from their world, the result was hilarious. That's not to say there couldn't be grave consequences. Both of the enforcers were a bit surprised at how much Kasaki had allowed them to beat on his family member. It told them they shouldn't be holding back, and follow Aki's lead on this one, no matter what leniency they usually extended family in this business. How many times had Aki beat on them? Their rough friendship would not be to Hiro's benefit, if they decided he was a proxy for their boss, and they got to practice violence on him. The caution of the well-dressed man who rode with them suggested he understood his precarious position.

Getting to kick Hiro was as fun as always to Aki, but doing it harder than he used to was even more delicious. Hiro's reactions were reward enough, as was the following seething. Aki wondered if he'd be as inclined to intrude on Hiro's life if he'd been less reactive. That sour disposition soon turned into a worried one when Hiro saw their destination, like a prisoner realizing their relocation wasn't to another cell, but to the execution chamber. Hanzo looked into the mirror and saw the younger brother stare at Hiro, to catch all of the nuances of Hiro's anxiety. Aki even licked his lips at it. The two friends of the hooligan brother knew that Aki could be a cruel bastard, and it had set him apart enough to the higherups that they always talked about his potential. When Aki asked for something, he usually got it. He always delivered too, and took such pride in his work that he almost always outdid his quota. His more inspired work served as examples for other syndicates not to fuck with the Yakuza. Kazuhiro Jun should be worried if this erratic force was coming to his doorstep.

Aki's brows raised, dismissive and surprised, when Hiro tried to assert himself. Of course he'd try that. But to think it'd matter to Aki? He grinned and nodded, but the dramatic, mock fear in his face should tell Hiro just how much that was worth. "Oh, ok. You must really love her, sir." he blubbered out and then coughed to hold back laughter. It didn't change their road to the door. He still wrapped his arm around his brother, and palmed his shoulder, real intimate, as they walked. He made sure to push up right against where he'd kicked Hiro in the car, to agitate the pain. From behind, Keda thought he could see similarities in their posture. While Aki had a very prominent hoodlum hunch, and Kazuhiro was naturally more erect, they threw their feet the same way, and had a certain steadiness. Aki had more spring, like he was going to tackle someone at any given time, and Hiro was more withheld, like any civilized person. The contrasts sometimes underlined the similarities.

Hatsuka was beautiful. And clean. And everything that wasn't ruined yet. Just seeing Aki, she had an averse reaction, because he was the opposite of her own world. He thought she was the best thing all day, standing in the door of her perfect home. He hugger her tightly, and while he did not grab her ass, since he wanted to play loving brother-in-law a little longer, his chest pressed against hers, mashing against her tits. She smelled so good. No blood or sweat - just florals. All in all, she was adorable, and ripe for the plucking. He understood why Hiro was so fucking protective of her. And not an airhead, either. She just had to go along with their act so she wouldn't upset anyone. Aki lived off that. How many times should victims have run instead of betting on being calm and waiting it out? Sometimes it let him go far enough to trap them so they couldn't flee even if they decided to. Usually they let it go so far that he just needed minimal effort to mess them up. That was going to be the case here, too. Hiro was too afraid to do something, hoping could protect her, and she was so confused and uneasy she daren't so anything on her own. Human reactions in a crisis made Kasaki a lot of money.

The trio let the couple catch up while they raided her food supply. It was good to snack on while he watched the interaction between the two love bird. But even though he was feasting off the well and lovingly cooked fish and veg, he felt hungry, seeing her walk into the kitchen again. The three men had shadows under their eyes as they followed her until she walked out. Each of them had absolutely raped her in their minds before she was able to leave the kitchen. Aki still had rice on his cheek when Hiro came and swatted his plate out of his hold. Aki's jaw dropped, it was both in surprise and delight at his brother's threats. His hand shot out to the side to keep his two friends from engaging. Hiro had excused his lovely woman, but he hadn't considered the civility he was currently being afforded was because she was there? Aki licked his lips again, this time to clean off Hatsuka's perfect sauce. Seems the hospitality had dwindled in this home.

"Okay, big bro." he said, and his tone surprised the other two. He hung in his brother's grip on his jacket for a moment. Keda saw that there was on obvious difference in how they stood, when a fight was pending. Kasaki's hands came up like Hiro had a gun on him. "This is your house. It's not mine. Your beautiful girl and your perfect life." he went on and looked down, away from his brother's angry eyes. He sighed. And that's when Keda and Hanzo grinned. There he was. The Aki that made real bad situations to benefitted the Yakuza.

One of those raised hands slammed down, right across Hiro's face. It wasn't even a fist. It was a deafening slap. Usually, people hadn't been slapped like that before. Strong as he was, his open palm could do as much damage as a row of knuckles. It would certainly be enough to check his older brother, and underline the severity of things. And if Hiro still held on to his collar, it'd be to hold himself up. Aki would help by grabbing Hiro's shirt. The next hit would be a punch, right under Hiro's ribs by way of his stomach. It could take the air out of a fucking track and field star. Now free, Aki could shrug out of his jacket and leave only the black tanktop. Long arms, speckled with tattoos to tell of his new family.

"I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your bitch, but now you're going to disrespect me infront of my friends?" he asked and waved at them. They shook their heads like they were disappointed parents. In many ways, Hanzo and Keda were extensions of Kasaki Jun. "You know what?" Aki decided and started tearing at the shirt until his older brother's torso was naked, while he still surely would be struggling to recover from the punch. "If you're going to act like an animal, I'll treat you like one." he said and those words were familiar to the enforcers, both sipping on a beer they'd liberated from the fridge.

"And fuck you like one." both men said in unison, strongly suggesting they'd heard Aki say something similar, before. It's be an upsetting thing to hear, to the owner of the house. Aki nodded to them and they placed their beers on the counter, and rushed Hiro. They had very little trouble holding him down and relieving him of all his clothes, except for his socks. They stretched him by his ankles and wrist on his kitchen table, and Aki stole one of the half drunken beers and had a swallow, as he looked down at Aki's nude, pinned form, to see what kind of cock he'd be dealing with. Eyeing his older brother up and down, he tsk'ed.

"You can call her, you know." he said and finished the bottle loudly, and then burped before setting it in the sink, like that's where you put garbage. "Maybe she'll like to be part of this party?" He lifted Hiro's cock to flop it to either side. "Or you can host yourself." his eyes were abyssal, looking into Hiro's. The circumstances of this was clear.

 

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It made his stomach churn to witness his brother and his colleagues make themselves at home and eat their food. Especially after the two goons had beat the tar out of him, but acting completely innocent of the act in front of his fiance. Kazuhiro was on edge, pissed because he was letting the lie slide only because he feared the consequences to Hatsuka. He didn't want her mixed up in these twisted games his brother was playing and he intended to throw his ass out, make it clear he wasn't going to cower to his threats just because he thought he had some power over him. It felt good to get in his little brother's face, to lift him slightly off of his seat, and tell him to get out. His eyes narrowed as Aki just hung there and raised his hands almost as if in submission while avoiding his gaze. Hiro didn't believe the act one bit, especially with the sarcasm dripping off his tongue in droves. "You're right, this is my house and I don't want you or your circus monkeys on my property!" It was cruel, but Aki had proven to him that he was not the kind to clean up his act, that he thrived on the chaos and darkness he brought into this world, that he enjoyed too many illicit activities to give it up. Aki was a lost soul in his eyes and Hiro was disappointed, not only for himself, but for his parents that they had one son who was a complete failure as a proper citizen.

Hiro hadn't trusted the act, but he should have known better to let his little brother have any advantage over him. The hard open-palmed slap echoed in the kitchen and jerked him backwards, loosening his grip on his shirt as his hand flew to his bruised face. It pulsed anew with pain, teeth having rattled from the harsh blow, Before he could respond in retaliation, his own shirt was grabbed and a strong fist landed a blow to his stomach that had him crumpling to his knees in agony. Spittle flew from his lips as he choked on the pain radiating up from his abdomen, face scrunched up as he bit down on his lip hard enough to make it bleed. As much as it hurt, he didn't want to make enough noise that would draw Hatsuka out of the bedroom in concern and put her in the middle of this. He could barely groan as the air had been rushed out of his lungs and the pain was making it hard to draw oxygen back into them. He even saw a few black dots in his vision as he tried to stagger back to his feet as he cursed at his brother. "You...fucking....bastard."

Red-rimmed eyes raised to glare at Aki, ignoring the wavering of his vision in order to retain pride and lack of fear despite the circumstances. Hiro wouldn't let Aki's ego inflate in thinking he scared him, even by showing off his tattoos once his jacket was removed. A yakuza mutt. That's all Aki was and his lips curled in disgust as he wheezed and panted. "Fuck you." He spat, driblets of blood joining the spittle this time as he flung the glob towards his brother's face. He could give two shits about his brother's feelings at this point. He just wanted him gone, but it was hard to get his feet under him and fight back when he was so winded and his stomach was cramped up in pain. It didn't stop him from putting up a struggle when his brother suddenly began yanking and tearing at his shirt. He weakly bashed his fists against Aki's arms, but his shirt fell in tatters to the floor, leaving his torso bare. "The only animal here is you, fucker." He glowered at his brother, body swaying some as he struggled to regain strength. The other two men's comment followed by their sinister laughter had a cold rush go down his spine and he looked at them derisively. Whatever Aki did to others, he doubted he'd go that far. Surely. His brother was a monster, but not that kind of monster. Right?

A cry of shock and rage escaped him when he was suddenly bum rushed by Keda and Hanzo, body immediately tensing and going into fight mode as they easily managed to pin him down. It was embarrassing how easily they were able to do so, but it was two against one and Aki had already done a number on his body on top of the other whoopings he had gotten. Kazuhiro cussed through his clenched teeth as he felt filthy hands clawing at the remainder of his clothes, peeling them off until he was left stark naked outside of his socks. "Son of a bitch! Mother fuckers!" He hissed out as he was thrown onto the table onto his back, limbs spread out and held in firms grips by Aki's colleagues, despite how much he yanked on his arms and kicked with his legs, they maintained their holds. He blamed his out-of-breathe and weakened state for the fact he couldn't get himself free as he turned a glare from Keda to Hanzo then to his brother who stood at the end of the table, between his spread legs staring at his exposed body. His flaccid cock, four inches perhaps four and a half inches if being generous, rested upon his lower abdomen. The muscles around it were tense, trembling, under the intense gaze of his brother's wandering eyes. Perhaps his earlier thought that such an idea would never cross Kasaki's mind was entirely wrong.

Kazuhiro grit his teeth despite the goosebumps rising along his pale, battered flesh and began breathing rapidly out of his flared nostrils as he snarled at his approaching brother. "Fuck you. Leave her out of this!" There was no way he was summoning her out to see this, to witness this kind of humiliation and torture, and he knew his brother and his friends would be sick enough to turn the same attention on her. He'd kill them first before he let that happen though. He flinched and tried to jerk his hips back when Aki grasped his soft prick and flopped it back and forth, like a curious boy with a new toy. "Bastard, let me go. What the fuck kind of sick game you playing? All of this because I refused to represent your sorry ass? Always such a sore loser." He spat vehemently, body tensing up more as if in anticipation of the punishment he knew he was about to receive.

 

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Kasaki had looked into Hiro's eyes when the older sibling grabbed his collar. There was this conviction that simply because Aki was wrong, and Hiro was just, there'd be an outcome that reflected this. But the world didn't care about who was right. Aki's nightly life had proven that beyond a doubt. It shouldn't be a secret either, and the fact that Hiro as a lawyer had not caught on to that, meant he lived a very sheltered life. From what Aki had heard, Hiro only took on clients that he thought had a chance of actually being innocent. It reflected everything the hooligan knew about his brother, and his world view. Mom and dad certainly had brainwashed their golden child fully. But it was fun to see just how Kazuhiro tried to assert himself. And to a little brother, it was always exciting to make his brother lose it. Who would have thought invading his home and threatening his perfect wife and life would do that. He played the role a little longer, to prolong the fun and perhaps put on a show for Kede and Hanzo. But eventually it was time to teach the sheltered, suited man of this house another lesson about reality. Because something familial in Kasaki wanted Hiro to know how, see who he'd become, and why being older didn't mean being more powerful.

The slap marked a shift between them. It was Aki being honest, and showing himself. And the truth hurt Hiro's face. It shook him enough that Aki had no trouble holding him in place for the punch. It thrust the older brother half a foot in the air. Hiro landed on his knees after that, so the fall was even further than the flight. Aki looked down darkly, for a moment dropping his jester antics and just staring down at the victim he'd made of his brother, as Hiro tried to be quiet. Valliant. But like anything else victims put up against people like Kasaki and his merry men, it was useless. He would allow Hiro the illusion that he could keep Hatsuka from this, if only because it made him easier to deal with. How many times had the love between people become the noose that choked them to death, right in front of Kasaki's eyes? He had honestly never thought he'd involve his brother in this, but watching him crumble here, trying for weak verbal retort to a physical assault, was as arousing as it was amusing. If they were going to work together going forward, it was appropriate Kazuhiro got the same initiation as all the others who worked directly under Kasaki.

There was still an attitude in Hiro when Aki went down to him, tearing at his clothing. But it was the kind of bite girls had, who didn't understand their new role in life. Hiro would have to take that journey from spoiled, pristine brat, to princess with a cock in her ass, too. It spoke to how protected this man felt in the system and in his own house, that he still didn't fucking get it. If they could do this when his beautiful fiancé was in the next room, did he really think there were any limits to their intentions? Aki had already plucked Hiro out of his life and put him in this situation, hadn't he? And that was out of a whim. He liked seeing Hiro's chest, free from scars but with a red mark over his diaphragm, the size of Aki's fist, and his put-off expression, moments after having been punched down. But there was a proper amount of fear in Hiro's handsome, weak features, when Kede and Hanzo chimed in. There was a grin that crushed Hiro's hopes on his little brother's lips. Maybe he was finally starting to get it?

There were things about big bro's body that reminded of his own as it flailed. But because of all the things Hiro had gotten, their muscle tone was different. Neither of them were bulky men, but the arms sticking out of Aki's tanktop were littered, barbed, with sinew and shadows after having to fend for himself in the small hours, when Hiro was at home and sleeping soundly, resting up to be pretty for the day. It ended up with big bro spread on the table, furious like a caught cat, and just as weak. Kede and Hanzo had one leg and one arm each. They'd crossed Hiros wrists and parted his knees, perfectly available to the younger Jun's discerning eyes. Hanzo blew out laughter at seeing the miniscule dick. "No wonder he's angry all the time." the thicker of the enforcers said. Kasaki shrugged as though apologizing for his brother's small equipment. "I guess you must get it from your dad, then?" Hanzo mused.

Aki finally wiped his face of the spit Hiro had so generously donated to him when on his knees. He squeezed the smaller cock as he rolled the saliva in his other hand. Aki thumbed the small, soft head and started gently jerking his big brother's small cock. "Well, if you don't want her to come, then you better be a quiet little mouse, eh, bro?" he said and both Kede and Hanzo sshhhhed in choir. The friction and attention to the miniature prick was sure to get it going, despite the anger having built in Hiro's body, or even because of it. Aki nodded to his men and they folded Hiro's legs along his body, all but shoving his knees into his armpits, to angle his asshole slightly upward. It of course looked very much indignant since the grown man still had his socks on, like a teen girl trying to be sexy for her first lover. Aki used Hiro's own spit from his free hand to introduce a fingertip into his anus, and roll it around in there as more of the digit slid in. Expertly, he was soon letting the finger go in and out of that precious decimal, and pushing with rolling motions on the prostate hill in there. All the while starting to jerk the little prick with three fingers and a thumb.

"No wonder Hatsuka looks so sexually frustrated, huh?" he said, looking at the inferior twig. When he got up on his knees on the table, it was like a wolf had jumped onto the surface, ready to devour. If nothing else, the setting of Kasaki's shoulders, like he was going to beat the shit out of Hiro, and the darkness in his eyes, a cold blooded beast, should finally show the older brother just what Aki had turned into. He had intention radiation off him, a true goal to fuck him. He had let go of Hiro's dick and slipped out from flinger fucking his ass and massaging his prostate, to unbuckling his own jeans. The cock that was produced was half risen, and even now it was double Hiro's length and girth. Which also doubled his worth as a man. He laid his cockhead onto Hiro's small balls, that would have shrunken from fear or arousal or both. As he rubbed the bulbous, dark head against the defenseless scrotum, he lubricated the sack with pree. And then sliding it up over and far beyond Hiro's own cock, to show their difference in size. Kede whistled, impressed.

"Now that's a cock, your honor." Kede commented. Both Kede and Hanzo pulled more at the legs folded at Hiro's sides to present his ass further to their leader and Aki squeezed Hiro's cock to the bottom of his own, jerking both of them against each other. He looked into Hiro's eyes.

"You wanna say something rude again, big brother, or would you like to start begging?"

 

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There had always been a sense of superiority Kazuhiro had felt growing up over his little brother. It was just the simple rankings of the family and the simple fact that he had led a virtuous, morally righteous lifestyle while Kasaki did the opposite. It had inflated his ego whenever their parents praised him and scolded Aki in the same breathe and it had led to this. Bitter, torn feelings between brothers who should have been close and bonded, especially after losing their parents. Instead it had furthered the rift between them and now the damage was even worse. This was going beyond the normal arguing and fist fights they were prone to. No, this had stepped into a territory that would break them fully. There would be no going back, no amends to be taken, and Kazuhiro was coming to terms with that quite quickly as he was lowered to his knees by the punch to his diaphragm. Had that been all Aki had done, Hiro might have been able to look past it and just move on after throwing his ass out of his home, but things progressed into a more twisted scenario that left Hiro shocked and pissed when his clothes was snatched from his body and he was wrestled onto the table, spread and exposed to these three men's vulture-like eyes.

The fear began to creep in more when he was spread so openly for his brother and the look in Aki's eyes was something he had never seen there before. Dangerous, ill, and dark. It proved just how far his brother had fallen, to allow himself to get some kind of joy by humiliating his older brother like this. And even to get aroused by it. The bulge in his brother's jeans was enough to tell him that the look in his brother's eyes was just as he was fearing. The mockery of his own size had him snarling and glowering at the three men as he tried to kick at them, knowing his arms were useless as they were crossed behind his head. "Shut the fuck up. Let me go!" He declared indignantly, knowing he was giving them what they wanted by reacting, but he had never been so humiliated and had such fear instilled in him all at once. Something like this had never occurred to him of being a possibility, even though he had seen many court cases of rather vile human beings doing similar things. The fact that he could do nothing but let these men manipulate his body and have them push his knees to his pits, exposing his dignity for them all to see made him tremble furiously as Aki stroked his flaccid cock.

"You are a sick sonuvabitch, Aki! Are you proud of this?" Hiro spat vehemently through gritted teeth, eyes squinting and face twisting as he tried to ignore the way his body was responding to the touch. He felt betrayed by his own body for his cock to slowly harden under his brother's palm, horrified that he could even manage to get him hard when he was not at all interested in the first place. It only made him try to stiffen up his muscles in his legs and kick harder, try to break free of the strong, forceful grip on his limbs forcing him into this uncomfortable position. It was testing his flexibility, which he didn't have nearly as much as his fiance did, and it was a strain, which was also putting pressure on his bruised diaphragm making breathing a little more of a struggle. He breathed heavily through his nose as he watched Aki gather his spit on his finger and lower his hand between his thighs, eyes flashing open wide when he felt the digit press against his anus and breach the tight ring of muscles, making him curse as loudly under his breathe as he dared so not to draw attention to the other room where Hatsuka was. "No-argh! You sicko! You monsters! Let me go!" He writhed and struggled to get away from the questing digit poking around his lower cavity, where he had never been touched before. It didn't necessarily hurt, but it stung and was extremely uncomfortable and unwanted, but even so he felt a spark of pleasure send a jolt to his groin when he felt the finger press into a spongy node within. "Fuck!" He hissed as he clenched his eyes shut briefly, thigh muscles jumping and tensing as he felt his cock pulse in his brother's grip.

"Don't talk about her. Keep her name off your tongue, you perverted bastard!" Hiro hissed out, glaring daggers with red-rimmed eyes up at the monster he was somehow related to. Never before would he had thought Kasaki would do something this twisted, this deranged, this sadistic, but it just showed him he hadn't known his brother too well. That he had turned a blind eye on him and let him fester in the shadows of the dark underworld, let him grow into this festering monster who had no qualms to take advantage of people, even his own brother. Hiro struggled harder once more when Kasaki climbed onto the table with him, eyes almost bulging with rage and warning to back off as he watched his younger brother unzip his pants and pull his own cock free. It made Hiro's stomach drop and a cold sweat break out at the size of the beast he produced. It only rubbed it in the fact that he was a lesser man in comparison, making his stomach twist with nausea and rage at the unfairness of it. How could a god grant someone as cruel as Aki with a cock that size? It seemed like it was just a weapon, ready to sever someone and fuck them to death because there was no way that thing fit properly in anyone, let alone someone's ass!

His cock, which Aki had managed to work into full hardness and even to the point of producing some white beads at the pink head, wilted a little in fear as Aki pressed the beast against his shrinking testicles. It was like his whole body was reacting and screaming 'NO' in response to the sight of it. The fact he was so powerless too made it worse and for once, Hiro was truly afraid of his brother. His breathing became more erratic and abnormal as he was subjected to the sight before him, feeling the heavy thing lay across his abdomen alongside his much smaller one, flinching and trying to draw back when Aki's hand grasped them together and stroked them. It was hard not to compare now that they were pressed skin to skin, and Kede and Hanzo's words were not helping matters. He wished he could punch them and his arms tensed up as if he would follow through, but was unable to tear his arms free to do so. His eyes darted up to the meet the dark orbs of his brother as they were face to face, able to feel each other's hot breathe as Aki spoke.

Kazuhiro grimaced and grit his teeth, not wanting to cower to his little brother and his minions, but he also didn't want to get raped by the man either. It made his head spin to even think his brother would do this to him! "Aki," he gritted out as he swallowed and shook his head. "Stop this. We can talk about this. I can hook you up with a good lawyer, whatever you want. It wouldn't look good to the courts if I represented you anyways. I'd be too close to the client. You don't want to do this, I'm your brother. Not some....hooker on the street." He muttered as he tried to calm his racing heart and the responses of his cock to the touches, that was easily becoming distracting. "I won't bring this up to no one if you just back off now and leave."

 

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Hiro was still cussing and thrashing about best he could, but something had changed between them. Whereas a truly confident owner of this home would have yelled or done worse, there was something subdued in Hiro's motions and voice, despite their avid protests. Aki had seen and tasted this kind of change before, and locked into it like any beastly predator. He still got his brother naked, and still put him on the table. This was just a dance now. Before, Aki had been testing, going with his own impulses to see just what might happen, what might inspire him to do more. Maybe he had thought an ore in his big brother would somehow get out of this, and appease them. But he saw now that he had hit the limit of his big brother's strength. It was hard not to see that truth, when the seething nude body was served up, and those long legs spread to expose both an inferior dick, and that scrumptious, soon to be deflowered asshole. He had never really thought he'd get such a perfect view of Kasuhiro's vulnerability, but he discovered that he quite liked it. And that it didn't look wrong, despite the dignity with which Hiro liked to carry himself.

The feral creature now caught in Kede's and Hanzo's grip moved about as much as he could, which was close to nothing at all. Casually, the little brother started playing with Hiro's dick and asshole. He couldn't help but laugh at his brother's panic when he saw and felt what he was doing. Aki tilted his head in mock sympathy for the now growing penis. He looked at his compatriots and they scoffed. Kasuki could make anyone aroused if he got full access to them. The poor lawyer had never stood a chance, especially with his inexperience and no doubt vanilla sex life. The sinew connecting Hiro's pelvis to his thighs lifted and it was a pretty sight, emphasizing his small package and now hard cock. It was truly fascinating to see his brother's anatomy like this. Aki had never thought of how perfect for fucking his big, dignified brother could look. And how pathetic his warnings could sound. Aki was much more interested in the compromised breaths and strained facial expressions around clenched teeth. Like he wanted to tell Aki to fuck him. "Son of a bitch? We have the same mom, dude." he mocked as his finger didn't let up inside that filthhole. He could tell by the change in Hiro's voice and struggling, as well as a twitch in his cock, that he was starting to feel the finger inside his ass. So, the golden boy was a human, after all? Especially when that finger prodded his prostate.

When he got up on the table and Hiro flung more insults, it only aroused the younger Jun. He was eager, indeed like a little brother, to show of his cock. And the way Hiro exploded into fear and anger made a bead of precum grow on the larger slit. He saw the body under him bead with sweat. Aki knew he had a big dick, but it was very validating to see his brother almost go insane at the look at it. Even someone as civilized as Kasuhiro was subject to the primal meter of judging one's manliness against someone else's. And then, there'd be no doubt who was more of a male. He proudly let Hiro's anxiety build at the mere presence of the tool that would break him. "I can say her name however much I want. She's my hostess." About Hatsuka. The contact between their genitalia wilted Hiro's a bit, and that in turn made Aki's twitch with animalistic pride. Connected by the grip Aki had on both lengths, he saw Hiro start to almost hyperventilate. Hanzo cheered when Hiro tried to punch at them, but of course couldn't. "What's wrong, big bro? I thought this would be good bonding time." Aki mocked as he squeezed their cocks together tighter, and mashed their balls. Soon their precum was mixing, and it would seem Hiro's smaller peen was actually providing most of the lube. Aki, to no one's surprise, had better control over even his emissions.

Aki's brows darted upward once when Hiro's voice changed, strained to be level. He focused on the begging face of his older brother and waited for him to say his bit. He even nodded along, but the way he didn't let up on jerking their dicks should let Hiro know it was useless. But people in Hiro's position needed to believe that what they did might be worth something. "Wow. That's really generous of you, big bro." he said and that made Hanzo and Kede chuckle. It was probably the almost convincing cadence of Aki's voice. He started letting go. And leaned forward. "I am so sorry for scaring you. I never knew you could be so easily rattled." The two others made a face, because Aki had changed his persona to a more seductive one. He was now only jerking Hiro's cock. With hips hips against Hiro's ass, it was easy to bend over him. "Could you ever forgive me?" he asked.

And then his head dropped to kiss his brother's lips. It was firm at first, and more and more forceful. Confident he could elicit responses from Hiro, he looked to the side and nodded to Hanzo, who slowly let go of Hiro's leg to reach for a jar of coconut oil on the counter next to the island where they'd served Hiro up. Soon Hanzo was slathering Aki's dick with the natural lubricant as the little brother was sharing his tongue into Hiro's mouth. Hiro might be swayed by the rough kiss because he was likely inexperienced in the skillfull intrusion of his mouth, or he may know that it was good to appease his brother who held all the power. Also, a lot of men would be more malleable when their dicks, however small, were tended to. Either way when Aki lifted his face from his brother's, there were strings of saliva, like curtains connecting their mouths.

He sat up, and now Hiro would see the darkness in his eyes as he got in position behind him. "You're going to be a good girl now, Hiro." he said, almost gentle in his darkness. Inevitable. He lifted his hips and aligned his now lubed cock against his brother's asshole, and started pushing, ever forward, and the anus would either open up or tear, but he wouldn't stop until the head was pushed in. "And I'm going to make you a woman." he said as he continued to feed his cock, inch by inch, into his big brother's little hole. He had the kind of position where he could see everything. His brother's victimized asshole, the small balls and dick above it, the flat torso, and his brother's face. He grinned like the monster he was as he journeyed deeper into the place he wasn't invited, expanding his brother's horizons as well as his lower digestive system. The slippery cock was steady on its path. Two fingers pinched the smaller cockhead harshly, while the hole under it was being filled up. It was so fucked up that he was deflowering his brother, but it was so arousing her was already steadily pouring pree into his brother's stomach.

"Scchhhhh..." he whispered. "Just take it like a good little bitch, and don't call any attention to yourself. Or we're going to have a party where Hatsuka's invite too." That was inevitable, but he didn't want to squash Hiro's hopes yet, when they could still be used against him. "Am I the biggest you've ever had?" he mocked and the two other laughed.

 

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Kazuhiro wanted to yell and scream when Aki pointed out the obvious fact that they shared the same mother, all while his degenerate finger was questing through his lower bowels where it didn't belong. The fact that his brother held no remorse, no regret, no shame in what he was doing to his own older brother made Hiro nauseous. Instead of yelling, he just glared even harder, to the point of straining his eyes whilst he clenched his teeth to the point of gnashing them. The discomfort and strangeness of having something thrusting inside of his body made him squirm, made him groan in disgust and hatred of the act, made him feel dirty. Yet no matter how hard he struggled, the three men were stronger than him and had outwitted him, no matter how much he had touted how smart he was throughout his life. None of those kind of smarts made up for the fact that he wasn't on the same level as these three street walkers. Just the sight of his little brother crawling over him on the table and letting their size differences be known skin-to-skin set his heart racing in the kind of fear he had never felt before. Least of all in the presence of his brother. Kasaki had always irked him, got under his skin, made him feel things he didn't enjoy, but never anything like this. This was completely new and worse!

Hiro was breathing hard through his flared nostrils, lips thinned as he clenched his jaw shut, feeling the unfamiliar hand stroking him alongside the unnatural length that belonged to his brother. It was emasculating and though he knew he should be above such base thoughts, he was still a man at heart and prone to pride. The fact that his pride that he had developed all of these years with his accomplishments, his comfortable life, and perfect partner, was crumbling by this dick measuring was sickening. He hated to hear the other men laugh at his meager size, the one thing he couldn't measure up with with his little brother. The idea that Aki had something to gloat over him made him more furious. Even more so when the other brought up his fiance. "She's got nothing to do with this. Leave her alone." He ordered, still holding onto stubbornness that this was his house, his rules, no matter how much power had been stripped from him. His hands clenched with the desire to throw a punch, but strong holds kept his arms flat to the table.

Hiro cussed under his breathe as Aki went back to stroking them together, to mashing their balls together, and driving it home just how pathetic and weak he was in lieu of the other. "Well you thought wrong." He snapped back, brows twitching and limbs struggling more to get away from the unwanted advances. Especially against his own body's betrayal. The fact he could get hard and even weep pre-cum was making him want to yell again in frustration because he didn't want this. He didn't enjoy it. He wanted nothing to do with being touched by his brother like this! How could his body dare get hard from it? The worst part was knowing what else his brother intended to do. It was in the look he was giving him, behind the shadows of his eyes, a foreboding feeling consuming the lawyer as he laid prone and exposed. As much as he refused to beg and give his brother what he wanted, he also didn't want to get raped and felt they could compromise even if he felt Aki didn't deserve it. Just for this he deserved to rot in jail for the rest of his life.

It was a last ditch effort and Kazuhiro knew deep down that it wouldn't work. His brother was far past listening and had never been one to take orders regardless, and compromising was not a word in his vocabulary. His brother made a good act of playing along to his declaration, but Hiro felt the dropping feeling that he was screwed no matter how much he pleaded otherwise. The soft, seductive tone was almost mocking and made him grimace, the apology was completely false, and it made him growl in frustration that his brother wasn't seeing reason here. That he was willing to go through with his plan that would absolutely shatter them and make them brothers no longer, not even when they shared the same DNA. This would end any possibility of repairing their brotherhood, but Kasaki didn't seem to care. When he mockingly asked if he could forgive him, Hiro met his gaze sharply and snarled. "Never."

Then he was being kissed like he only had ever been kissed by his fiance. Hiro's eyes flew open wider then narrowed as he struggled again, trying to pull his face away from the demanding mouth. But Aki was forceful, not letting him get away, and despite his protest, he managed to slip his tongue into his mouth. Hiro would have bit him had he been able to, but instead he tried to force the offending appendage out of his mouth with his own tongue, which only seemed like he was trying to have an oral dance with him instead. Frustrated noises rose from his throat as he felt a grip on his leg loosen. He tried to kick at Aki, but the angle and the way he was pressed down by his younger brother made the movement impossible and panic began to grip his chest. Overwhelming the previous warmth of pleasure that had been bubbling up in his loins despite his otherwise lack of interest in the affair. His body instinctively knew what was going to happen next, even before Aki pulled away from the kiss, only connected still by a small sliver of saliva.

"Don't. Aki, please." For the first time that evening Hiro's voice was softer, pleading, less combative as he stared up into the darkness of his brother's soul. How far they had stumbled as brothers laid out before him as he watched, but more so felt, Aki line his cock up with his asshole, making him shrink back against the table as he shook his head in denial. "Stop this, brother." There was a hitch to his voice then it divulged into a stutter gasp of pain as the bulbous head pushed through the tight ring of muscle that was trying its hardest to reject him. Hiro's body was completely tense and unwelcoming, despite the previous digit that had explored its depths before. The pressure and insistence of the cock pushing into him caused ripples of pain to travel through his body. The deeper his brother pushed, the more painful it got. Hiro felt like he was choking on air as he stared in wide-eyed horror up at the ceiling, refusing to watch his brother rape him, especially as he felt the hot trickle of blood travel along his cheeks and thighs. He was tearing and the pain was excruciating as the cock carved its way through his channel. It didn't belong, he wasn't meant to be there, to fit there and his limbs jerked, but could do nothing to defend himself from the most sinister act imaginable.

A sharp whine of pain followed the pinching of his cockhead and Hiro slammed his head in pain and frustration against the table as it felt like it was never going to end. It was only by some miracle that he managed to keep himself from hollering and drawing Hatsuka's attention. He could only pray she didn't hear the act and come check on him. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, hard enough it drew blood, and he tasted the coppery liquid as he tried to focus on breathing. It was difficult though and he knew his chest was rising and falling rapidly in panicked breathing. Tears had prickled at the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. His face flushed red from the strain and fighting his own emotions as he stared with hatred up at his brother. His words made his stomach turn in knots and only made him yearn with vengeance as he snarled. "Fuck you. Just get this over with and get the fuck out." He squeezed his eyes shut tight, swallowing the lump in his throat, as he felt his brother bottom out. His body felt stuffed and not in a good, content way after a nice meal. He almost felt faint and dizzy, his body already aching from the previous beating and now his asshole was torn and lubing up his intestines for Aki.

"You think your funny now, but I will have the last laugh." Hiro snapped under his breathe before shooting bloody spit at Aki's face in retaliation to the mocking. It may not be today, but he would make sure Aki and his comrades paid for this. He would do everything in his power to make sure Aki faced a judge and was sentenced to life in jail, no bail, just a life sentence. Heck if he were lucky he might could plead for a death penalty. Darkness swirled in his own mind at all the ways he could make Aki pay for tearing his life apart like this, for raping him.

 

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Hiro's eyes were charged with emotion, but the surety with which he'd hold himself in other familial situations, when mom and dad would back him up, not to mention his own sense of superiority, wasn't there. Instead there was a hollow where all the confidence had been. The anger and hatred were trying to fuel him on their own, but Aki wasn't impressed. He had seen those things fail because people didn't know how to use them. They were fuel, but to what? Hiro didn't have the hardware for any of it. And Aki would stunt him from growing such talons and fangs. He knew how to turn pretty things like Hiro, especially ones who thought they were above others, into something worth while for himself, and maybe the syndicate. He quite liked the idea of a lawyer who had to suck his dick while saving his ass. He grinned at both the thought, and Hiro's expression, as he explored his big brother's ass. The smaller cock was certainly perking from the attention. And of course it did, because housewives like Hatsuka had it in them to be abominable whores, but without training, and with too soft lives, they were never as good as someone like Aki. It was obvious Hiro hated what was happening. And how it made him feel. His little brother's shit eating grin likely didn't make it any easier.

The way Hiro flinched when his little peen was compared both intimately, by touch, and verbally to Aki's monster of a limb, let Aki know the very primal blow his big brother had taken. So there was this kind of comparison in Hiro's mind too? Well, so far, Aki hadn't met any male who didn't feel that way. While some got off on the humiliation having a smaller dick, no one was unaffected by it. It made him squeeze the smaller dick harder to his own. What a lovely way to bond as brothers, and how Aki may inherit the role of the superior sibling, in just one evening. He rolled his hips slightly to mash their balls together, Aki's sack enough to swallow up all of Hiro's, and his balls big enough to dwarf the peas in Hiro's small bag. This was killing Hiro in a whole new way. It was so good to see his brother toppled, and it wasn't just by force. Even without being held down, Hiro could never change the fact that his younger sibling had outgrown him like this. Out of caveman mentality, Kasaki was a better man than his older brother, just by merit of cock size.

The three of them laughed loudly, almost enough to have warranted Hatsuka to actually come out, when Hiro forbade them contacting her. It was perhaps just the attempt at authority that amused them. They had done enough to make him deathly afraid to have his precious fiancé involved, but certainly they'd taught him that his word meant nothing right now. It was nothing unusual, Aki supposed, but it was just so new seeing it from his proud brother. Watching him fall from grace so suddenly was such a treat. He wouldn't let up just on account of Hiro's disapproval, though, but he looked around for the agreement of the two other men that their captive was being ridiculous. They huffed in agreement, and dismissed the held-down man with a roll of their eyes. "Alright, alright, big guy." Aki gave as he squeezed Hiro's cock against his own again, to remind him that there was nothing big about him that either of his tormentors respected. It was pandering, not unlike a voice that Hiro might have used on Aki, when he was stuck babysitting what turned out to be a very violent criminal. "We won't touch our hostess. But wherever will our frustrations go instead?" More laughter, and pointed looks down at the collection of lawyer meat laid before them.

Hiro did not agree that this would make them tighter as brothers. "How could it not? Look at our cocks. Especially yours. You're literally creaming yourself trying to lube me up." He said and swung their dicks together, which was mostly his own swaying since Hiro's was too small to have the slack from the grip. Aki laughed shortly and the two others boomed with cackles. It was true, though. Just taking a picture, it would be hard to argue that the smaller dick wasn't the more keen one out of the two. Hiro pulled at his arms again and by now Aki had to assume it was because part of him must like the feeling of failing against overwhelming strength. People always thrashed longer than they had to. Aki had always thought it'd be smarter to conserve their energy for the actual fucking and moaning they were about to do for him. Kede and Hanzo certainly didn't budge, and everytime Hiro struggled it moved his ass a bit, like he was wagging it eagerly, since his motions couldn't translate into his arms or legs very well. Not to mention how it triggered the hunting instincts in the younger male. He continued to lube them both up with Hiro's pree. He even had to stroke beyond Hiro's cock on his own, and did so dramatically, with big bends of his wrist to drive the pointe home. He had wanted to show his cock off to Hiro for the longest time, but there was never a fitting opportunity. Seemed now was a better time than ever. Every illusion of older brother birthrights were caving in on the favored son of the Jun family, right here on his own kitchen table.

Hiro got further bothered when Aki started his false groveling. It's all he wanted, right? For Aki to see the error of his ways and express it. People don't like seeing their dreams realized when there are horrors waiting behind them, but it makes it hard to know what to ask for next. Hiro didn't even appreciate the attention paid only the his cock, by as many fingers that the meager length could host. For a burglar, Aki thought he was being rather amendable. His brother's expression said Hiro did not share his opinion. Aki gasped, and did a fair impression of being hurt when there was no forgiveness from Hiro. He squeezed the lesser rod as though for his own comfort at being rejected. "What must I do?" He breathed and Honzu was tearing up from his own laughter. Aki threw a look the brute's way but quickly returned to his folded and served up brother.

It made the kiss more relevant, as though he was desperate to mend their relationship. He groaned with approval as his brother returned the pressure with his tongue, even if it wasn't meant that way. Kede commented that it was and both watchers were eager to ingest the visual spectacle. Hiro looked almost maidenly when he kicked his leg.

And then it was time. Aki's head tilted coldly as his brother begged. Aki locked his lips free of Hiro's spit. There was a predatory grin that negated every fearful sweetness that Hiro tried to apply to this, hoping to finally make his little brother see reason. He saw that panic in Hiro when the fat head found it's next home between them. And upon victimizing that decimal, forcing it wide with a lot of help from the well smelling lubrication, Hiro wouldn't even look at him. But Aki could still see him, in turn. And how every inch buried reflected in the wrinkles of pain in his brother's face. Whatever slickness the coconut oil couldn't provide was added when his brother tore and his blood mixed with the oil on the fat, invading cock.

"He's a virgin." Hanzo said, and Aki quickly looked at him.

"Was." Aki corrected and all three of them had a laugh about it. Hiro would be able to feel it in his own body, transmitted through Aki's cock into his ass.

Hiro was coming apart. Much like he was in labor, and Aki looked at the physiological clues in awe. He had never appreciated this in others before it happened to Hiro. Hiro's lips bled from his own teeth, and he was breathing as though he was drowning. Valiantly, he kept from raising his voice too much. The little brother huffed when he was fully inserted. Finally they were playing games together again. Hiro had been able to take it all, even if it had actually broken his asshole. Aki stared with beastly glee at Hiro when he finally looked back, and with such an emotional expression! The little brother was actually drooling a bit. He rolled Hiro's small cockhead between his finger harder, digging his nails into it. Maybe Hiro would become a painslut by the end of this. Maybe it was the only way he'd survive.

"You sound so eager, brother." The title was an imitation of the sweet, begging tone Hiro had tried at before. It earned a chuckle from Kede.

Aki gasped with wonder when he saw the hatred in Hiro. He started pulling out of his ass, slowly. So this was how the insides of his hoity-toity brother felt like? Aki had never dreamed of actually knowing. And then a challenge surfaced in his own eyes at the vehemence in Hiro's.

He started moving back and forth, like he was trying different depths in Hiro. Soon there were long strokes, rather slow, spanning the entire length of his cock's capacity, from almost popping out of the already broken anus, to when his hips mashed against Hiro's ass, making the little brother sigh from that feeling of being fully enveloped.

"He's made for you, boss." Hanzo breathed in admiration when Aki was entirely sheathed. As Aki drew out, he nodded, having a thoughtful expression as though truly trying to figure the ass out, studying every inch of it with his cock.

"Not quite. But I'll make him fit." He said, determined. His pace picked up, and he supported himself on Hiro's flat chest, between his folded up thighs. Aki bent and hunched his own back to force the cock rhythmically into his sibling. Soon he was fucking Hiro rather hard on his own kitchen table.

"Unnggg... Not too bad." He sighed out and looked down at where the bleeding asshole was choking on him. And there was that little, rock hard cock, too, swaying with the pace. "You could use a bit of training but for a first, you're pretty good.. I'm proud of you." He said and then looked into Hiro's eyes, dropping his jaw to over exaggerate how good it felt. His pleasure was a mockery of Hiro now. Though, Aki wouldn't be in this business if he hadn't learned to appreciate the feeling of an unwilling but pried open asshole, even when it gripped him so fucking hard.

His hands pushed at his brother's chest to let him fuck even harder, his pelvic hill crushing and stimulating Hiro's balls upon each impact.

"You're just one of my bitches now, Hiro. I'll fuck you anytime I want and eventually that's all you're going to be to the world: a container for my cock and a rag for my cum." And Hiro would see in his little brother's eyes that he fully believed it. "And you're going to be the best fucking lawyer you can be on the side of being my whore." He moved faster as he explained through his teeth. Kede was exclaiming at how Aki was messing Hiro up. The table legs and floor had certainly seen better days. "Isn't that right, big bro?" He asked and thrust the hardest he had yet, to fuck the answer out.

At this juncture, Kede and Honzu even started letting Hiro's limbs go. His legs had proven useless, and obviously Aki could handle his arms if they acted up. Besides, as though as any man thought they were in their own home, Hiro was getting grudge fucked in the ass. Maybe that would take the fight out of him.

Aki turned his head away and coughed at the bone hard crush from Hiro's sphincter and intestines. "Fucking relax bro. Make me feel welcome here." He said with labored humor, having already spent a lot of precum in the vice like asshole. It seemed the only way the lawyer could do anything to his brother was with his ass. And that wasn't a lot of power, and even using it, it might not give the older sibling what he wanted.

 

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It was a mixture of emasculating and horrifying what Aki was doing to him. It was far too intimate than any brother should be with their sibling. It was wrong in every way and Kazuhiro shuddered underneath his younger brother. For the first time ever, he felt smaller and lesser than Kasaki, just seeing and experiencing just how far into the darkness his brother had fallen. Never in his life would Hiro have thought Aki could debase himself like this, torment his brother in such a disgustingly sexual manner. He knew it was more a matter of domination and control, of taking away Hiro’s power as the elder Jun, and knocking his ego down off its pedestal more than it was attraction. Or at least Hiro hoped there was no interest in that way. The way Aki’s dark eyes glittered with twisted amusement at his suffering made Hiro’s stomach drop, shuddered at the way his cock was going against his own will and filling with blood under the hand that tormented and mocked it.


As much as Hiro was hating every second of what was happening to him, the threat of these awful men (because at this point he could no longer consider Aki his brother) touching his fiance made him feel much worse. He thrashed without doing anything more than making the three of them laugh at his struggle as he asserted that none of them would touch her. Not that he held much leverage being naked and bent in half underneath his brother’s stronger, tatted form, but he refused to just back down and appear weak regardless. He hissed through his clenched teeth when Aki squeezed his cock and agreed that they wouldn’t touch Hatsuka, not that he believed his word fully, but he just glowered up at his younger brother and sneered. “Aren’t you already taking them out on me?” He spat vehemently, bristling up as he seemed to accept his own fate.

The idea that Aki even though there could be any forgiveness between them, especially now, was laughable. Hiro wanted nothing more than to wash his life completely of him and forget he existed. If Aki were to turn up dead on the side of the street, he wouldn’t mourn him. Instead it would seem a poetic and deserved death and perhaps too easy for the bastard. The fact that Aki continued to mock him through it all, to rub the fact that his cock was indeed weeping white tears and slickening up his shaft allowing his brother’s slender fingers to glaze over it smoothly made his stomach churn anew. “You know it has nothing to do with me enjoying anything your perverted ass is doing.” He snarled, lips curling and nose scrunching up to showcase just how disgusted he was in not only Aki, but himself. He couldn’t believe how his body refused to be on the same wavelength as his mind and heart.

Struggling was futile but it didn’t stop Kazuhiro from trying. It was frustrating to not be able to use what muscle and strength he had developed to rip his arms away from Aki’s men, or even kick his legs away. Fear crept up like a cold serpent slithering through his veins to grip his throat. He felt short of breath and panicked when he saw Aki shifting, pulling their cocks apart only to line up his beast of a prick with his virginal hole. Hiro tensed up, tried to pull back, tried to close his legs and push his brother away, but the effort was worthless. It did nothing to stop the monster from pushing against the tight unwilling decimal, pushing past a barrier that did not welcome him in willingly. His body and mind screamed with horror and pain as he was split open on the thick shaft, feeling something inside him break as he choked on the pain searing like hot liquid up his spine.


Hiro almost felt dizzy with the pain as he felt something warm and liquidy trickle from his anus, knowing it was blood. He might have passed out if he wasn’t so intent on remaining alert and focused around these men. The fact his own brother was raping him and with such twisted glee made him want to scream, thrash, vomit, and kill him. He had never felt such strong violence against another human being, but if anyone could bring out any sort of strong emotions, it had always been Kasaki. The veins on his neck bulged out as he clenched his jaw and held his breath, holding back the screams of agony that wanted to burst free of his lungs. The fact that he didn’t want Hatsuka to come out was the only thing that managed to keep him from making a variety of hurt, frightened, and pained noises.


The fact that Aki was able to jest with Kede and Hanzo about this made him want to let out a harsh stream of foul words, and wanted to curse them all to death as they spoke of taking his virginity. His hands balled into tight fists and his arms tensed up, but they remained bound above his head, as he tossed his head back and ground his teeth together. A strangled noise bubbled from his throat when Aki’s laughter jostled his cock inside his tender and abused asshole, making his legs jerk and hips try to pull away, but there was no getting away. There was nowhere to go, no way to escape this torment, he just had to suffer through it and hope he’d survive it all intact.


Hiro hissed and writhed when Aki’s fingers pinched the head of his cock, a new pain flaring down his small shaft and up through his groin and making him cuss with a thick, choked voice. “Sonuvabitch.” There was wetness at the corner of his eyes and he opened them to stare with an intense hatred of the one person he should have had a strong familial bond with, especially after their parents death. No, all he could feel was burning, putrid hatred for the thing that hovered over him, that ground his cock deep into his ass and made him dizzy and breathless in the most horrible way. He wanted to grab something and throw at Hanzo when he spoke up about being a good fit for Aki, but he couldn’t and he just snarled at Aki’s response as he tried to eject him from his body cavity.

“Fuck you,” Hiro hissed as his body became coated with a light sheen of sweat, his chest rapidly rose with struggled breaths. He almost wailed in agony as Aki pulled back, feeling like the cock was taking his innards with him and that was an even worse thought. He wanted to die as he plunged back in, sparking up several flashes of pain throughout his body as his brother continued to talk. To taunt him. “Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP!” He demanded with nostrils flared and teeth gritted together as he gazed up at the exaggerated features of his brother. Of the way he looked so pleased and content raping him, the way he was almost drooling from it!


Hiro’s palms were being torn up from his own nails as they dug into the soft flesh, trying to anchor him as he was raped. Somehow his cock remained hard and that made it all the worse as Aki’s pubic mound ground against his balls, crushing them between their bodies every time he pressed in deep. He could imagine the blood staining the wood of his table beneath him, felt his stomach churn at the thought of the fluids being frothed up inside his ass, as his brother pinned him down by his chest, proving that there was nothing at all he could do to escape this torture.


A new wave of cold fear and horror traveled down his spine at Kasaki’s declaration. His stomach twisted into knots as he felt bile rise up into his throat. There was no jest, no sign of being pranked, in his brother’s eyes. No, the twisted bastard was quite serious and Kazuhiro felt his stomach drop. “You….you….,” he stammered, unable to even think coherently as he realized that Aki was setting his fate. What could he even do? Even if he managed to get away from the other and be able to call the police, what good would that do but put a further target on him, on Hatsuka? The fact that he knew too well how vengeful and determined Aki was, if he was going this far now and raping him, he would certainly do worse if he tried to have him arrested again. Normally Hiro wouldn’t cave to pressure like this, but he couldn’t dream or think of putting Hatsuka through this same torture.


“Sick fuck.” Hiro shuddered out before he grit his teeth harder, tearing into his lip more as Aki picked up the pace and fucked him faster, harder, tearing his walls further with the brutality of his fucking. It punched out a thick, weak shout of “NO” despite knowing Aki wanted to hear the opposite. He wouldn’t agree to be his brother’s bitch, his victim, even his lawyer, even though he had no choice now. He would have to comply regardless. He had already proved to be too weak to oppose Aki and his demands because even when he asserted his decision, Aki made sure he regretted it.


When his legs were released, Hiro didn’t have the power or strength to do much about it even when his mind screamed at him to do something. He didn’t have a good angle and the pain radiating up from his ass was making his brain fuzzy and unable to concentrate on anything but that. Aki had him pinned too good and probably was far too practiced to even be able to be bucked or kicked off. It would only make matters worse. Hiro deflated, flattening back against the rocking table beneath him that threatened to break under their combined weight. He simply stared almost dead like up at the ceiling as he tried to escape his body, to float into some kind of safe space until Aki had finished. “Just get it over with. You’ve already made your point.”

I hate you, he thought as he tried to steel his face, his emotions, refusing to give Aki anymore than he had already given.

 

[Verse]

Hiro liked to flaunt his knowledge. Aki knew there was something to the older Jun that liked to underline his strength too, once upon a time, but Hiro thought himself above that, these days, promoting his superiority in morals and mind. That's all he had left now, pinned and presented as the toy he'd become. Hiro relied on other virtues than physical strength because he had to. Aki pretended to listen when Hiro traded himself for Hatsuka, in so many words. Hiro realized he had no choice, but he tried to make it look like he didn't care much. But there was a turmoil in the older brother. His little cock was hard, and his breaths came quicker. Maybe it was from fear and distress, it would be a good enough excuse, but Aki knew there was more to that. Even if you are afraid, your erection says something about your relationship to your fear. When pressed like Hiro was, all people show their perverted nature. And Aki was dead sure his elder sibling was a masochist. And if he wasn't already, Aki would damn well make sure he became one over the course of their developing relationship from now on. He wasn't sure he had to go that far though, even if he had used dirty tricks to get Hiro aroused.

"You think these are my frustrations?" he asked mockingly. It made the other two laugh dryly. Judging from how they liked to cackle loudly at Hiro's cost, there must be some weight and truth in Aki's word, this time, like the joke was too true to be truly funny. Like there were oceans of darkness in Aki he still hadn't poured over his incapacitated brother. He looked at Hiro as though he was stupid. It was a rather devastating emotion, given it was mixed up with all the demeaning things he was already looking at Hiro with. Now he'd added another level of loss of respect for him. There would be a lot of surprises in Hiro's future, if he thought Aki had even begun to do what he could and meant to. Family business is always personal, and if Aki could do the things he did to strangers for money, then Hiro should absolutely worry about what his little brother could do to him, for fun and real emotional content. He was deathly excited to show Hiro just what kind of man he'd become, and what kind of man he'd transform Hiro into.

And he'd partially do it with his cock. Though, it seemed Hiro was more concerned what his own little prick was doing. A sore spot. Ah, that was a fun game, because Aki was certainly better at getting that small thing on his side, than even its owner. A slew of excuses spewed out of the miserable, pinned man with the rock-hard, drooling peen. Aki jerked his brother faster when, hurrying him dangerously close to cumming before slowing down. It would max-out the flow of precum though, and probably be very frustrating for Hiro, both that he had almost orgasmed in this position, but also that he had been brought to the edge, and not be allowed to go over it. "You sure as fuck LOOK like you're enjoying what my perverted ass is doing, big bro." he said and looked down at the weeping penis, as though Hiro didn't already know. Aki admired the small thing, exactly because of its size. He was very vindicated to know his bigger brother had such inferior equipment compared to him. He then looked Hiro in the face again, petting the peen without letting it very close to that ultimate pleasure.

But all that big brother bravado went away when Aki finally started pushing his cock in. Aki thought Hiro was beautiful, holding back his verbal suffering. The way he looked like he was about to explode the deeper the bigger cock got in him, aroused the younger Jun immensely. "Fuck, you're beautiful when you despair." he breathed, entirely honest. He pushed in deeper to see more of that pain, every inch of his long cock now priceless because it bought him more of Hiro's distress. He was finally defeating Hiro with his cock. "Where's all your attitude now, big brother?" he asked and the other two chuckled about it. He looked down. "Fuck. He's bleeding. Didn't know this princess was a virgin." but of course he would be. Even if it was Aki's opinion he could make anyone into an anal slut, Hiro was not the kind to have explore it, and Hatsuka certainly wasn't the kind of woman who'd indulge if he asked. Hiro should be grateful his brother was helping him try new things. Making him bleed was an honor and delight for the career criminal who'd come in here, uninvited.

Hiro continued to fall apart in his wrath. The pain of having the big object exploring him should have been enough, should have shut him off to other stimuli, but he was still letting Aki's words get to him. No wonder he couldn't concentrate on being assfucked alone. Every motion inside Hiro was celebrated with his sounds. Oh, he was an angry hive of bees. It was exciting sticking him with cock when he was like this. A never ending vat of fun. They all laughed when he repeated they should shut up. He didn't really have the authority when he was taking it in the ass, and being kind of bad at it.

Amusement gargled in Aki's throat as he was moving his cock to stir his brother up, when Hiro received the devastating news of his foreseeable future. Finally something was getting to that part of his spirit. "That's right, Mr. Lawyer man." he said and then squinted one eye, as his brother's tight ass tried to take out its toll even on the very well trained giant cock inside it. The blood lube helped, among the other things already helping it slide. He knew it was torture, but also saw the continued erecting of the little penis Hatsuka had sworn herself to.

The fucking did well. Despite the initial vigor, poor Hiro didn't last very long. Soon his ass was tamed and his legs, even when free, wouldn't move against the body-intruder. "Now that's a good bitch." he whispered in his brothers ear. He grabbed his brother's thigh and held it to his own side, changing the aim of his cock as he continued to fuck Hiro the way he wanted. From the side, Kede thought it looked like a kind of aggressive love-making rather than rape. Aki's other hand palmed Hiro's face. "You say no, but you're letting me fuck you, aren't you?" he asked darkly.

His hips moved faster, and his huffs were selfish and grotesque, coming out every time the thrust. He spit on his brothers face and then smeared the saliva all over his formerly proud features. "You're always going to be my bitch from now on." Now was the time to instill the kind of hopelessness that would keep Hiro in line, going forward. The table protested, shrill, when Aki fucked harder. He simply just wrapped his hands around his brother's neck and squeezed, the raised position helping him thrust in a new way. He was intentionally choosing angles that would agitate the torn hole. Either Hiro would feel the beginning pangs of becoming a painslut, or he would simply suffer. Either way, it was good incentive.

"You want me to stop, you better ask me to cum." he said, but at the time Hiro couldn't say shit. He squeezed even harder, bringing his brother closer to darkness, closer to death while being ass-raped until that little penis swayed, even as its balls were being crushed by the little brother's forward motions. But eventually, his fingers left Hiro's throat to let him plead, and if he did it well, Aki would grant him the seed he asked for, right up into his ruined belly. It would be accompanied with sadistic laughter, and comments on how Hiro's cock was still hard. And eventually Aki would just hold his hair and smear his cock all over his face, after having dragged him down from the table, making him kneel on his own kitchen floor again, because his legs sure as fuck wouldn't work right.

"Look at the man of the house, huh? He can't even keep my cum inside." The coated cock would leave streaks on Hiro's face. "Well, what are you waiting for. I'm being nice. I'll let you jerk yourself off finally. And then we'll go."

Of course, if Hiro chose not to oblige, there were other ways to fuck things out of him, and Aki welcomed that too.

 

[oropherion]

The act being played out on his body was a combination of violation, humiliation, demeaning, and absolutely criminal. The kind of acts that he’d denounce and cry for the highest sentencing in court because monsters like this didn’t belong on the streets. Kazuhiro never imagined that he’d be the victim of the same horrendous crimes he heard daily in his line of work, the same crimes that made his stomach churn, especially when he knew there were lawyers willing to defend those monsters. What made it worse was that it was his own younger brother doing it to him and he was powerless to stop it. The fact that he could literally feel his brother swell with arousal while lodged deep in his ass made him want to vomit. He was unable to understand how his brother could get off on this, could even think of doing this to him in the first place no matter what kind of bad blood they had between them. Whatever little bond had been left between them was completely severed the moment his cock drew blood from his anus.


Hiro felt like he was being gouged open. It was impossible that Aki’s cock could fit comfortably in the tight space of his intestines, but he was forcing him to regardless of how it was making him feel. His mocking only stung worse as Hiro attempted to glower at him and cuss him, but the energy and fire that had been lit since reuniting with the other was depleting. “Fucking….sicko. You are fucked in the head, Aki.” He managed to hiss out, but there was no acid to the words because there was nothing they could do. His limbs were useless in their state, even when the men let go of his legs, he couldn’t find the strength and willpower to even use them to knock his brother away. He was completely locked in position, feeling his brother’s cock slice through his guts, exacerbating the damage he had already caused by brushing over them with each inward thrust.


All he could concentrate on was the pain and horror of what was happening to his body. The burning fire of agony was creeping up his spine and the idea that his own blood was lessening the friction of Aki’s entry was horrifying in itself. His guts twisted and churned and he felt the bile rise in his throat when his brother made it clear what his plans were for him. His heart dropped and he went cold, like a bucket of ice had just been dumped over his head. His skin pallor lightened considerably as he stared up at the smug and twisted expression his brother wore, zoning out the snickering fools on either side of him continuing to keep his arms pinned above his head. True fear swept into his eyes and the previous vigor seeped out of him as he realized there was no jest in his brother’s words.


“Y-you can’t…,” Hiro whispered until his throat felt tight and dry, like he suddenly lost the ability to argue and fight because reality was crashing all around him. He had already been forced to submit and he let out another sharp hiss that sounded more like a whimper when Aki began to rock into him now that he had spread him open for his cock. What power did he possess to stop what was being set into motion now that Kasaki had stolen this from him? He wouldn’t be able to stand with his head held high anymore, his ego broken and shattered along with his anus, and knowing Aki had enough leverage to score him to his side was what made it worse. Hatsuka was just as much an easy pawn for his brother to use and Hiro would much rather take this suffering and abuse than let his poor fiance suffer it. Even if it was incestous and unlawful and against his will. He’d protect her. With his body and his life if he must.


Hiro blanched as he was called a ‘good bitch’ and flinched away from the palm pressed against the side of his face, but there really wasn’t any room to move away. He couldn’t get away from Aki now if he tried and he just stared up at him with a hurt expression and a scowl on his face. “Think what you want.” He muttered, a clear broken man but still defensive even though there wasn’t much pride left to do so. His eyes squeezed shut, breaking the intense eye contact and the almost intimate feeling of the way his brother held his leg and fucked him, hating how he could feel his breath on his face and the soul penetrating gaze. He let out a cry of agonizing pain as Aki picked up speed, rocking into his sore and abused body harder, until he bit down on his lip once more. He grunted and snapped his eyes open when he was spit on, feeling it smeared over his face, just another humiliating act as he glowered up at the younger Jun.


“You. wish.” Hiro ground out through his teeth, tilting his head forward and glowering up through his sweaty, loose bangs as if in a final attempt at intimidation. It didn’t last long though as the intensity of the raping increased and he slammed his head back down on the table and clenched his jaw harshly. All the tendons in his neck jutted out as he tried to bear through the overwhelming and agonizing ass-fucking he was received as the table rattled and danced beneath their bodies. His jaw relaxed though when hands wrapped and tightened around his neck and his lips parted to let out a thin hiss of air as he gaped up at his brother, as if he couldn’t believe the younger would take it an even worse step further.


The slow and sudden lack of oxygen slowly began to make Hiro panic, made him try to start thrashing again even if it made the pain worse. The way Aki was thrusting into him was tearing those torn walls open more, drawing more blood to coat his cock and leak past the taunt barrier of his sphincter. The pain should have rendered his cock soft and uninterested, he had never been a fan of pain. But for some ungodly reasoning his brain couldn’t comprehend or accept, was his cock was still hard, slapping against his lower abdomen. Droplets of pre were smeared across his flexing abdominal muscles, rubbing in the humiliation that his body was not complying so well with his heart. Like it was its own separate entity.


Hiro’s face scrunched up in the struggle, raw fear and desperation started to filter into his wide-eyed gaze. His lips trembled and spittle frothed at the corners of his clenched mouth before he wheezed out loudly when his brother’s grasp relaxed, allowing a sudden flow of oxygen to be drawn back into his screaming lungs. He coughed and choked on it for a second, wheezing as he felt lightheaded, but his cock pulsed strongly and that was something he didn’t want to think about. His brother’s taunting words played over in his head and he did want this to end. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out and he winced as he heard his broken voice pleading, “Please. Cum. Just please.” A line of tears left a clean trail over his flushed and sweaty cheeks as he flopped back and accepted it, feeling his belly swell as it was dumped full of his brother’s seed. The feeling was strange and uncanny, and made him feel gross. His body shuddered and trembled when Aki pulled back and out, his still hard cock dragging along those torn grooves along his intestinal walls that made Hiro want to just shrivel up and die. There was no fight left in the older Jun, even when he gave a cry as he was dragged by his hair to the floor, legs crumbling underneath his weight as he was forced to kneel before Aki. He was forced to accept his face was a rag to his brother’s cock, feeling the mixture of blood and cum and coconut oil smeared across his face, making his stomach do a flip in disgust, but unable to stop it from happening.


Hiro hung his head in shame, the lightheaded feeling from before returning as he knelt there, feeling fluid leaking out of his torn anus onto the floor. He couldn’t even try to clench the muscles there to stop it, the pain was too much. He tried to ignore Aki’s mockery and the snickering voices of the other men, and tried to yank his head away. His taunting words almost made him want to give in. To do anything to just get Aki out of his presence and out of his home, but then he’d have to get off on what just happened to him and the idea of cumming from this abuse just didn’t sit well in his stomach. Even if he imagined the punishment would be worse, he had already given Aki too much, he wouldn’t give him this.

Even when his cock throbbed between his thighs, Hiro lifted his head to glare weakly at his brother in defiance as he spat. “No. I’m done with your games for the night. You got off, now get the fuck out.” He hissed because he knew he wasn’t done completely with Aki. Not with the other’s promise to make him his ‘bitch’, but he had suffered enough for one day. He would figure out how to handle that threat later. Right now he just wanted to crawl into a hot bath and maybe drown. That sounded nice.

 

[Verse]

More and more Hiro lost to him. Though there were some insults left, they were just going through the motion. It wasn't hard to see there was no more bite in his older brother, the harder he got fucked. Sick in the head? What was that, an attempt at a diagnosis? Why would that bother Aki, when he'd already done so much. It didn't matter, in the end, if he was sick, because he didn't want to fix it, and he could reshape the world around him to cater to him. Wasn't fucking his older brother on his own kitchen table proof of that? And Hiro's growing weakness made it all better. It enticed and spurred the younger sibling on more. "What's that, bro?" he asked at all the weak comments. Not a lot of weight behind those noises, when Hiro's legs were flapping, still parted, while his anus received the hard attention from the harder cock. There was something to be said about fist fights, but being able to beat your brother into submission with your cock, now that'd boost your ego. And Aki had already come in here with a big one. He grinned down at his anal fuckdoll. Yeah, this was the best bonding time they'd had in quite a while, wasn't it?

And then even the venom in Hiro's bickering waned. Hiro understood his role now. Aki seeded him with pree when he looked like that. He could even feel the heartbreak inside Hiro's body, some of that pushing tension gone to allow more of brotherly cock to destroy him. Hiro liked to say he was a creature of the mind, well, it would make sense even for his brains that he belonged to Aki now. "Look at how attached you are to your freedom, brother." he said and fucked him harder. "When you were about to leave me in there, without mine." he pointed out. He made sure a couple of merciless pushes reminded Hiro that was the mistake that had caused all this. Though, who's to say the little, volatile brother wouldn't have been just as insistent on this kind of relationship, even if Hiro had come to his rescue. Maybe a little amicability would have gone a long way, though. At least he wouldn't be grudge fucking Hiro. They might have been a softer pair, Hiro fierce in the courts, and Aki acting outside the law. Mother and father would have liked for them to stay friends, right?

No. That was part of why he was punishing this clean-cut sissy. He'd always been the favorite.

Hiro was so pretty, moving away from his palm and saying those girly things. To Aki it was a bit like flirting. And the spit he applied and moved around on that face was just as good as makeup. It was becoming on his brother features, especially when they winced while being fucked. The hole was more accommodating now, blood or not. Hiro was taking it up his intestines and stomach, and he was giving a lovely, maidenly theater of his face too. It was as though he wanted to seduce Aki. And Aki wouldn't leave his brother hanging. He had some loyalty, after all. So he fucked him harder and Hiro's pitched sounds made sure to tell how he felt about it; Aki's interpretation was that he loved it, and was asking for much more like it. It was easy, being in Aki's head. He just had to think whatever he wanted, and then make it so. His cock rung with the friction, fueled by the taboo of the moment.

He choked Hiro as he came closer to his own climax, and even if Hiro had tried to stare daggers at him, he melted too. He tensed his neck less and he took his cock better. Like any whore. So, there was a masochist inside Hiro worthy of the worst of the sluts? After all, he'd not had a lot of dark intimacy before. This level of hardness and arousal at this point would take some real talent. It made the younger demon chuckle. "You're such a fucking whore for my cock, aren't you?" he asked the breathless piece of fuckmeat under him, rocking harder to make a point, probably messing the table up. He groaned as the increased flow of blood made it slicker for him, like fucking a female so hard she creamed. "Would you calm down, you greedy slut." he hissed and his tone made the other to laugh and shake Hiro by his caught arms. It was an honor to get to deflower his brother, and it felt like brotherly compatibility when Hiro took it so well. Hiro would have to consider how he'd felt and reacted to the whole thing alone, later. Perhaps most of all, Aki was looking forward to living in Hiro's head, rent free, after this.

He gasped at hearing his brother beg to be impregnated, and like the good sibling he was, he complied. It was a very good, painful orgasm, seeding that dirty, bloodied hole, and he wondered what Hiro was more grateful for; his little brother's sperm or the oxygen? Either way it left the big brother weak enough to be brought even lower. He didn't do anything until he was flopped on the kitchen floor, his prick still full of lust as he knelt. Against the tile, Aki thought he looked as he always should have, especially with the bigger cock hovering over him, and eventually painting his face. The cockhead smeared his hair as well as his features, that in some ways reminded of Aki's.

He felt a bit sorry for the lump, crumpled right there. He grinned over him and shrugged at Hiro's refusal. A quick shove had Hiro on his back, he didn't have a lot left in him. "So I'm going to do everything for you?" he asked as he zipped up. Easily kicking Hiro's thighs apart, his foot came down on Hiro's cock and balls. The harsh sole of Aki's boot started rubbing down on the inflamed flesh. The brutal crushing and treatment form the outdoor footwear would put immense pressure on the tender little limb. Coldly Aki stared on from above. He didn't even need to control Hiro's other extremities because they'd proven to be no threat, especially now when he was assfucked into oblivion and weak. With the ready pree, Aki knew they weren't far from Hiro's orgasm. He rubbed down harder on the cock and crushed the balls too. His brother was either being made a masochist, or he already was one, either way, he'd learn to fucking cum when asked to. And, if it happened, there'd be shared laughter between the still standing men. It'd look like Aki had squashed Hiro's dick, and that it bled cum under his boot, because the boot would cover the whole of Hiro's genitals.

He'd lift the boot and put it against Hiro's face, having him open his mouth for the pressure, and lick it or risk dislocating his jaw, not to mention scratch up his face. "Fucking clean it." and when he had, the three would finally correct their clothing and head for the door. "Hey, Hiro." he said and looked back over his shoulder. "You think about what happened here tonight. And remember this was just me having some fun with my big brother. What do you think will happen if I'm actually upset? I've got your number." he sang and opened the door. "Tell your wife hi from me, yeah?"

And then they were gone, but there was plenty of proof left to show Hiro it hadn't just been a nightmare.

.


The following week, Hiro would be hounded over his phone by all three of his tormentors. The organization that Kasaki had behind him was wide spread enough to keep tabs on him, and some moves he made were reported so fast and in such detail he may suspect someone within his on company was on their take. There was barely an hour, let alone a day where he wasn't harassed and made to relieve that moment in his own kitchen, where his life has changed forever. The result would, of course, be plenty of pictures and clips with an assortment of humiliating poses and tasks, sent from Hiro to his brother's phone. They had, after all, done way worse to him.

And Kasaki felt pretty good about it; remotely training his brother. He talked about it with Kede and Honzu while they were alone. It had driven the other two wild, and they cherished the footage. Sometimes, they blew Aki while talking about it.

Aki was at a mall, pestering his brother a bit over the phone. He had just finished a small protective detail in the area, and was killing time before the night. Still young, he fit right in with the other people at the cafe. He was dressed in black, comfortable pants and a big jacket, with a baseball cap on for some kind of anonymity among the real folk. As he sent of his latest message to his brother, a strangely synced vibration could be heard to the side. Aki frowned and narrowed his eyes, turning toward it. His eyes then blew wide when he saw Hiro, casually dressed up, with Hatsuka holding his arm, going in to the higher end clothing store just beside the cafe. Aki dropped his jaw and took up his phone again. With the myriad of blackmail material he had on his brother, he simply sent one where Hiro's asshole was the main feature, but his face still showed.

"I'll spread this around if you don't dump your bitch in one of the dressingrooms, and go into the other, and film yourself while putting a stolen object in your ass. I know where you are." he sent it quickly and heard the corresponding vibration. He got up, tall as any destiny, and went into the store as well, making sure he stayed hidden. Hiro could assume he was tracking his phone, but even then it'd be hard to know he'd been going into a clothing store. But now Aki got to see his brother try to shoplift, and lie to Hatsuka to get her in a dressing room.

This was going to be fun.

 

[oropherion]

Of course this was all about the fact that Hiro hadn’t dropped everything he was doing just to bail his brother out. Aki thought the best revenge on him was to assault and rape him in his own home just a few rooms away from his fiance. The younger Jun was lost in his criminal affairs, so seeded in the dark bowels of hell, that it seemed adding this horrendous crime was just another notch on his belt. A badge of honor along with his blood staining the cock that was tearing his anus apart. Hiro hated that he was related to someone who could become this much of a monster because how could they both be raised by the same parents, same teachings, and yet he strayed so far from the light? He could be called rigid and asskisser and all sorts of names in regards to his high morality, but he’d take that over this cruelty any day.

The choice of representing Kasaki was no longer his. The younger brother made sure of that with each painful stab into his guts. Kazuhiro was now just a toy to him, to be played with until he was completely broken and useless to him. He held no grand dreams that once Aki got bored of him, he’d toss him aside, perhaps kill him, and move on with his life with no remorse, no second thought on the brother he had tortured. He laid there with no choice but to take his brother’s cock threading through his guts like a hot piston, searing through his torn flesh and dragging out gutted, pained sounds. His words were taunting and humiliating and his ears and cheeks burned with it as he just scowled, trying to ignore his brother even if Aki made it absolutely impossible to do so.

To end the torture though, he had to speak and for his own sanity he did beg. Even if it made him sick with vile to do so. To beg for something that filthy and degrading made him feel worse than the actual physical pain. Alas he couldn’t take much more of it and sucked up his pride and felt his intestines become flooded with warm, sticky liquid that made him feel bloated and stuffed, and even more uncomfortable than before. Then Aki was pulling out and the feeling of his cock dragging backwards along his sensitive, swollen, and bloody channel was torturous and he cringed and grit his teeth until he was finally empty. Not that he had much reprieve as he was dragged off the table and he crumpled to his knees upon his floor, swaying and feeling the blood flow back into his arms now that they were free, but still too weak to put up a fight.

The fact that he had enough pride to deny himself any sort of ‘relief’ to please his brother was a testament to what little pride remained in the older Jun brother. Alas it didn’t help him much as he was kicked onto his back and gave a wounded cry and gagged when Aki’s booted foot crushed his genitals. The crushing pain immediately made him try to curl up into a ball and bile immediately rose up his throat to the point he even turned his head to gag up the mess of saliva and vile. He groaned as he flopped back down to the cool floor, writhing in pain as Aki’s foot crushed and stroked his swollen cock until he pushed an orgasm from him against his will. He didn’t know how his body could even produce anything, especially after having his balls smashed like that, but the evidence was on his lower stomach.

Hiro didn’t even have the strength or will to fight or glare or speak. All he could do was make noises of pain when his face became the next target. He pushed through his own breakdown to follow the command, if only to get Aki out of his home sooner. What he licked up ended up joining the saliva/vile pile on the floor next to him, and wheezed as he glowered with less heat than before all of this had started. “......” He wanted to curse, but he just let it go as Aki finally departed with his loons. It took several long moments for him to drag his clothes back on and to clean the mess up on the table and on the floor, hissing and sobbing quietly through the pain before he managed to limp to the bedroom. Hatsuka was distraught when he finally joined her, approaching him, but he dismissed her quickly and rushed to the bathroom, locking the door behind him so she couldn’t follow. He ignored her calls as he fixed himself a bath and broke down inside of it. Aki’s threat floated around his mind, staying his hand at telling his fiance and from calling the cops.


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The following days Kazuhiro managed to keep Hatsuka in the dark about what had truly occurred in their kitchen. Since he had already come home battered and bruised, it was easy to play off the limp and skittish, flinching behavior as part of that. He made sure at night he was always the ‘big spoon’, refusing to let anything touch or be near his ass. Sitting was excruciating and he did his best to avoid it. While it probably would have been best if he had requested time off at work, Hiro forced himself to return back to the office only because he held a strong sense of loyalty and dedication. When his boss inquired as to why he had randomly disappeared the day before, he explained in short terms that he had been jumped and mugged and spent some time at home. He apologized for not informing them sooner and certainly left out the grittier details and that it was his brother who was the culprit.

They cut him some slack and even offered to let him take time off, but Hiro declined. He figured work would keep his mind off of what had happened to him, even when his body physically remembered every last detail. He got only a couple hours of peace before he began receiving messages, harassing him, demanding photographs and videos. It confused him how these strangers got his number, but he knew who was behind it all and Aki’s threat the night before he left flashed before his mind and he thought of Hatsuka. He hated that he would lock himself in the office or in the bathroom and comply, sending crude photographs or videos to the messenger before trying to busy himself.

After a few days of the constant demands and harassment by Aki’s men, Hiro had a breakdown. He had become incredibly short with his colleagues and couldn’t seem to hold it together when a client was being interviewed to the point he had to be let go on a two week detention. Hiro hated that it had come to this, but he knew it was for the best as he came home in a cold sweat and immediately took a scolding shower, scrubbing himself furiously as if that would get rid of the filthy acts he had committed in private at work. He was miserable and the once joyful, flirtatious relationship he had with Hatsuka began to crumble as well. He could tell she constantly wanted to ask if he was okay, to dote on him, to help him, but he kept her at arms length. Not because he wanted to, but because he was afraid she’d figure out what nasty things he was sending his brother and would leave him.

By the end of the first week, Hiro knew his mental health had deteriorated by a lot and he was like a shell of his former self. Worse, he was witnessing the same effect happening to his fiance. The light and shine that seemed to glow around her was gone and she appeared dull and sullen as they ate meals in silence or watched movies together. After a while, Hiro couldn’t stand it anymore and he suggested going to the mall, making a date out of the whole day. The suggestion seemed to take his fiance by surprise but seemed to cheer her up, at least temporarily.

It even started off good. The two of them had breakfast the next day at a nice little diner, avoiding any discussion related to that night or his brother in general, then they took a little stroll down the boardwalk before making their way to the mall. A little retail therapy always helped and Hiro actually found himself cheering up and smiling and joking again as he shopped alongside Hatsuka. He mostly let her choose the stores and let her get whatever she wanted, always slipping his credit card out at the register to pay, earning him the dazzling smile he missed and a quick kiss. It felt good to spoil his fiance again, to have a small resemblance of normalcy again. He thought perhaps he’d get this one day of bliss without hearing from his brother or any of his goons.

Alas that didn’t seem to be the case as the texts came flooding in. Hiro did his best to not show his annoyance or that they were getting under his skin as he gave short curt responses. He refused to let his brother ruin this day for him, but he should have known that when it came to Kasaki, he’d never get what he wanted. As they were entering a high end clothing store, Hiro felt his heart jump into his throat at the next message he got, felt a hot spear of shame shoot up his spine as he saw the picture of his own asshole and flushed distressed face on his own phone. He quickly tried to cover that up as he read the rest of Aki’s message. He shook with rage and fear because he felt trapped. He didn’t seem to be able to get away from his brother, and he was sure Aki had found a way to track him or pay someone to keep tabs on him in order to know where he was twenty-four seven.

Hiro looked around quickly but saw no one outright staring at them or seeming to stalk them as he hunched up his shoulders. He sent a single word, “FINE”, in capital letters in response so that his brother could get the hint that he was fuming. His heart was pounding as he turned to Hatsuka who was looking at him curiously and confused and flashed her a quick assuring smile. “Hey, how about we find a couple outfits each to try on and show each other? See how well we can match one another?” He suggested as if it would be a cute couple’s activity to relight the spark that had been somewhat lost between them over the past week. The suggestion seemed to pique her interest and she immediately nodded her head.

“Let's see how well you know my tastes!” Hatsuka challenged with a smirk before she leaned up on her tippy toes and met him halfway for a kiss before she went off to shop. Kazuhiro watched her go before he stiffly stalked towards the men’s section of the store, looking through the options of casual wear while thinking of his brother’s orders. What could he even steal to fuck himself with? He felt sick just thinking about it and it made him cringe knowing just how painful it was going to be. He was starting to sweat as he found a few articles of clothes that suited his style and would possibly match whatever Hatsuka might choose. Along the way, he passed a rack of accessories and saw a thick cylindrical leather case meant for glasses. It was the closest thing to an object that could be insertable that he could see. It made his asshole clench in pain just thinking about trying to force it into his body, but he knew if he didn’t comply that Aki would definitely leak all of those photographs and cause him to lose his job, his standing, and everything, even possibly his relationship. Worse than that, if he knew where he was, he could attempt to go after Hatsuka and he wouldn’t let that happen.

Begrudgingly, Hiro took the case and stuffed it under the clothes he had picked before slinking towards the changing rooms. He met Hatsuka along the way and flashed her a tight smile, seeing her dip into a stall at the other end while he went to one of the first few open stalls. His hands shook as he hung the clothes up on the bar and stared down at the case in his hand. His mouth felt dry and his throat felt like it was closing up on him as his vision blurred. It was almost like he was having a panic attack, but he managed to ground himself before he fully lost himself to it. The looming threat of his brother was far too powerful to ignore. He managed to set up his phone camera to video the mirror that would capture the filthy act as he slipped off the cardboard packaging that surrounded the case.

Hiro clenched his eyes closed as he unbuckled his pants and pushed them alongside his boxers down, bending over after a few deep breaths. With one hand leaning against the bench in the stall, he looked over his shoulder to make sure the act would be caught in the mirror and made sure the phone was actually recording. Because if he did all of this and it wasn’t, he’d lose his mind completely. He made sure to glare into the camera, hoping to radiate as much hatred through it as he could, as he looked miserable at his fate. Shaky fingers lifted the case up, sweat making the leather shimmer in the dim lighting, but enough to truly slick it up to prepare it for what he intended. His whole body tensed up despite knowing what he was going to do as he spread his cheeks and found his puffy, red abused hole.

He made a couple attempts to push but he kept stopping in fear. He was not prepared for this and certainly didn’t have anything beyond his own spit to lube him up, but his pride refused to let him suck on his fingers and open himself up. That would mean humiliating himself further and make Aki think he was enjoying this or something. Instead he went for the more brutal, ‘manly’ approach of facing the pain head on, even if it was torture. By the third push, he managed to actually press the thick rounded end of the case against and into his tight pucker. It wasn’t easy to convince his body to open up to something so blunt and unnatural especially without any lubricant. He kept grunting and heaving, pausing and pushing until he didn’t feel as much resistance. After a few tries, he got a sliver of the case inside, his whole arm shaking from the effort and sweat formed over his lower back and ass, dripping into his crack and onto the case itself.

Hiro had to bite his lip to stifle the sounds as he had to give a more forceful shove to get a few more inches of the object inside his ass. The immediate spread of his muscles made his knees almost buckle and made him almost cry out in pain. By some miracle, he managed to turn his head and bite into his shirt to keep the noises in as he breathed through the pain. His legs trembled and he leaned his knees briefly against the bench to keep himself from toppling over, even when he felt like collapsing and giving up. He didn’t know how he was going to survive inserting more of the case in, but he knew if he didn’t complete this task, he’d suffer much worse. Or Hatsuka would. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the case in and out slowly, managing to push it a little further each time. His toes curled in his shoes and not directly from pleasure. His asshole felt like it was burning, like claws were scraping along his walls, and he wanted to rip the case out now but he took a few gulping breaths as he grabbed the phone and stopped the recording.

“Good enough? What else do you want?” Hiro wrote sarcastically as he sent the message with the video to his brother before dropping it down in front of him on the bench. He could hear footsteps and muffled voices outside of the stall from people going about their shopping, not knowing what was going on in his stall. He just stared, zoning out and trembling, waiting on further instructions because he knew this wasn’t it. That his brother would demand a whole lot more just to humiliate him and make him suffer.

 

[Verse]

Aki lived off the high of having broken his brother. He thought often on the older sibling's ass, looking back at him bloodied and submissive, a testament to his triumph. And it helped that he'd documented it on his phone, along with the state Hiro was on his own kitchen floor, and how he'd coughed up his phlegm. Not to mention the stellar performance when he got his package crushed. It was a beautiful display. And with Hiro's arms free for the last of it, it did look as though the beaten and fucked man complied. Hiro, Kede and Honzu had a lot of fun with that footage, after. And they liked to remind Hiro of that often. Maybe that's why they got so much material out of the lawyer since? Or maybe the intelligent, older brother realized his new position in life, after the harrowing experience, in which his own ass, and his little brother's big cock had featured. They both felt differently on how the information had been fucked into Hiro's brain. There'd been no loss of anger in their continued interaction, but there was no edge left in Hiro's bite. It was only an aesthetic which which he was still forced to send incriminating, prevented material. It was good that Hiro learned that's all his pride was good for, anymore; to keep his brother rock hard.

That gift kept on giving, since it yielded fantastically begrudging office porn. The tears around Hiro's asshole were his doing, and he admired the bruising decimal as it was depicted in the shots sent to him by his now obedient brother. He heard about Hiro's weeks of leave after, and was happy he'd had the effect. But when he saw his brother in the mall, he thought there was a lack of that distress. That was, until he messaged him and that pretty stress returned. It was easy to follow him. Kasaki had a lot of practice. Would Hiro be happy to know his little brother utilized the skill of stalking and actually killing, to get near him? He listened to the lie Hiro told Hatsuka and trailed rather close behind when Hiro picked out clothing items for himself. How obedient! And Aki picked a few things up, himself, from both departments. These things were expensive, and he frowned. Just the kind of posh stuff Hiro would like. It was a good thing Aki was proficient at telling someone's style. Maybe it was from scrutinizing tailoring of the men who he worked with? In his line of work, the suit told you how high up you were in the ranks.

He followed the pair through their journey and was eventually with them as they split off to different booths. He smiled to himself as he lingered outside of Hiro's, listening to a few frustrated and pained sounds. How dramatic he sounded. Eventually, pretending to wait for a room to change in, he got the video, and was eager to play it. His eyes were wide at Hiro's self-torture, and the little brother got hard as he watched his older brother bend over, and get what comfort he could form both the bench and the wall as he tried to become intimate friends with that case. The ire in Hiro's eyes was delicious as always, and it was obvious he was resisting making this feel better for himself. Stubborn as always. He smiled to himself, pods in his ears to catch the sounds, as well. And then he shook his head, and sent a text back to make sure to keep his brother busy.

"You're nowhere near done yet. You think that's enough? I want to see some in and out game, you slut. ;p My suggestion is spit for lube, or you're going to be bleeding like a virgin again. If you want, you can just stream it to me. Nice scarring, though." and then he pressed send.

And then he went on doing what he'd planned to. He'd seen the saintly Hatsuka pick up a few things under her clothes when her fiance wasn't looking. She was a good partner, and she'd suffered with Hiro lately, according to Aki's sources. Now she was probably trying to make things more jovial, and exciting for her lover. He had to assume she'd stuffed some underwear under her collection of dresses. He was excited to see just what they were. If not, she had her own on, and he could barge in on that. Either way, the dark clad figure moved from outside of Hiro's booth to find the one with Hatsuka in it. He would have known it by her perfume alone if he hadn't seen her walk in.

 

[oropherion]

How had his life turned into this? Being scarred of his own little brother that he'd obey any direction no matter how humiliating and painful it was? The high ride of his life was over and it had happened in a split second. Kazuhiro felt his life was crumbling and he saw no light at the end of the tunnel because Aki was getting great joy out of tormenting him. Would there be an end? Would Aki grow bored and move on? Hiro had a feeling it wouldn't be for a long time, if it were to happen because certainly he'd lose interest when he ran through all of his options of humiliating him. Now Hiro was bent over a changing bench shoving a case up his ass for his brother's assignment and sending him the video. It was pathetically hopeful of him to wish that was enough to get Aki by, but when his phone buzzed with the following message, Hiro knew he should have known better. The minimal was never enough and his brother wanted to push him and push him until he was absolutely broken and shattered. The fact that he hadn't lost his job yet and Hatsuka hadn't left him was the only testament he had, so far, that Aki hadn't leaked any of these photographs or videos. Whatever small blessing that was.

Hiro grit his teeth, already struggling with just a quarter of the case in his anus and the idea of actually fucking himself with it almost made him have a breakdown. The comment on his scarring almost made him vomit because he had seen the damage that Aki had caused in photos he had taken before he sent them. It was horrifying the damage the rape had left behind, a reminder that would linger with him for the rest of his life. His heart pounded harder as he knew the dry entry of the case would only serve to damage him more and he hated that he wasn't even taking Aki's suggestion in the first place. With a nearly a cry being torn from his lips, he pried the case back out, stifled a sob, before spitting a copious amounts of spit upon the leather-encased object before attempting to push it back in once more. His fingers shook as he reangled the camera and pressed record, allowing it to stream to his brother whilst it captured him slowly trying to fuck himself with the case. His jaw clenched and the tendons in his neck poked out with his strain as he pushed the object in then pulled back and repeated the motions, feeling the metal edges scraping along his tender walls and make his legs tremble.

It didn't take long for his face and neck to be covered in a thin layer of perspiration, a bit of it soaking through his clothes as he fucked himself with the case. It slid in and out a little easier each time and he tried not to think if it was related to his spit or blood. His hole ached and throbbed, and no doubt looked puffy and raw around the object being inserted. He began softly panting, even while trying to control any sounds escaping him. He kept his head bowed, free hand digging his nails into the wall before him as he continued the filthy act for his brother. What was worse was the slow rise of his cock between his thighs, filling with blood and he almost shattered right there seeing his body betray him once more.

Meanwhile Hatsuka had no clue what was going on in private with her fiance and his brother. She wasn't oblivious to his struggling over the past week and had done her best to be there and be supportive. She figured being ganged up by his own brother and beaten up had been traumatizing, though she didn't know the half of it. So when he had suggested going to the mall, she had been elated because it seemed that perhaps Hiro was finally recuperating and they could finally spend time together like they had before the incident. And the day was going great and she had even seen her fiance smile and laugh a few times. She did sense his demeanor change a tad when he glanced at his phone, but brushed it off because she didn't want to ruin what happiness they had going and happily accepted the suggestion of gathering clothes and trying them on for each other. She headed off towards the women's section, perusing through the racks and shelves, finding shirts, shorts, and a few dresses she liked. She made sure some of the dresses would be enticing for Hiro because she felt he needed a little distraction from his own thoughts. She even stopped by the delicate section and picked up a few pieces of lingerie and some see through slips.

Satisfied with her options, Hatsuka had found herself a dressing room and hung up the items before slipping out of her current dress. She tried on a few of the shirts and shorts, putting aside the ones that fit and looked good on her and hanging up the others that didn't. Then she decided to slip on a black callalily play suit under a strapless tube dress. It was a little more revealing than she was used to, but both hugged her slim, slightly curvy shape nicely. Her B-Cup breasts just filled out the bralett, the lingerie pushing them together to give them more allure. She felt it'd be something Hiro couldn't resist and after fixing her hair a bit and posing in front of the mirror, she headed towards the door to step out and call her fiance to her. What she wasn't expecting was to walk right into his brother instead. Her eyes flew open wide and her jaw dropped and before she could say anything he was crowding her back into the dressing room. Her hands flew up to put some kind of barrier between them as she finally found her voice. "What are you doing! Get out!" She hissed, nostrils flaring in anger that he would show up and then impose himself on her privacy like this. "Don't make me call for Hiro!" She warned firmly, but felt anxious behind it all. Her heart was racing a mile a second and she kept glancing towards the exit nervously, but he had locked it back up behind him. She could scream and draw attention from the staff and her fiance, but something stopped her, and she realized it was fear.

 

[Verse]

Aki savored the moment between the two booths. He had sent the message to his brother and he grinned to himself, having to hold his breath around real laughter as he heard the strangled agony and frustrations of his brother in there. Just the audio would have been enough. He was tempted to stick his head inside to watch the live performance. Hiro had such pretty angry, sad faces when he got fucked. Aki was eager to see how his older brother would take it when he had to do it himself. It was almost enough to have the tormentor simply abort his more elaborate plan and simply get his gratification right away. He was going to get to Hatsuka when the stream started. He gasped quietly. Usually Hiro would just do the absolute minimum, and anything that sounded like a suggestion would be ignored. Maybe he was getting the idea of good service, and went the extra distance to stream it. Or maybe he'd just interpreted it all as an order. In a way, Hiro had saved his fiance, because the villain waited so he could see the stream. It gave her a few more seconds unmolested. His eyes were wide at the introduction of the stream, which already featured his bent over brother.

Aki tilted his head as he enjoyed what transpired on his state-of-the-art screen. The crowd he ran with also dealt with stolen phones, of course, and he made sure he had the best. Whatever business he did digitally needed to be vetted and protected by the techs of the organization, and they kept him with crisp hardware. Which meant it was a really good show, as far as definition went. He could see the scars radiating from his brother's asshole like sunrays. He grunted to himself as Hiro struggled with the case, and the hinges probably pulling at the sensitive, abused flesh. "Wow, look at that puffing. I really fucker you up, didn't I, big bro?" he commented on the stream. Hiro's contorted face was beautiful in its anguish, and there was blood on the case already, though not as much as it had been on his cock. Aki loved when his brother got hard from this messy ordeal, and this time Aki wasn't there to focus on his prostate, so that meant Hiro was actually growing twisted on his own. "And there comes your boner, ya perv" he added and listened in on the sounds coming out of the booth.

Like some kind of reward, Aki sent his brother a screenshot from their fuck in Hiro's kitchen, showing off Aki's cock with blood and anal juices on it, the hulking dick sure to bring back hated and heated memories for the slave sibling. The implication that Aki would think it'd do something other than bring bad emotions for Hiro would be infuriating, and, in Aki's delusional mind, also conjure a tainted kind of arousal. It was foreign to the criminal that his own sexuality wouldn't contaminate others when he forced it on them. It was this kind of thinking, that he could do no wrong, that had his parents all but disown him. It was a worrying sight, as he grew up. But Aki also had human parts to his heart, he just liked to use them to titillation instead of sympathy. If anything, he was resourceful. As Hiro found his pace, Aki was proud of him. It seemed when Hiro did something himself, he was rather good at it. His career and relationship case and point. But if current events proved anything, it was that no matter the steady structure, Aki could still come in and topple it with a few bats of his cock. So who was the best Jun sibling, in the end? It was clear who was happiest, at least.

And here he was, again, about to make Hiro's life better. Now it was by taking care of Hatsuka.

He would have gawked at the stream for longer if her beautiful face hadn't materialized out of the booth. "Keep going. I wanna see your slutty side! You're making me a happy brother." he encouraged in text, and sent a few kissy lips. There was also a few rattles in Hiro's digital wallet, signifying small dollar donations as tips for his efforts. All to add insult to injury.

Aki then went about subduing Hatsuka. "Fuck, girl." he muttered when he saw her, pushing her back in to her booth with his body and then looking her over. His brows raised as she gave him attitude. It was far more than he'd ever seen from her. But she was also not pushing through him, fighting back, and definitely not screaming like she said she would. Her protected life hadn't prepared her for this situation. Hiro had done too good of a job padding the world for her. Now she had no claws. He licked his lower lip, knowing exactly what to do with this kind of reaction. "You dressed up for me, didn't you?" he asked, slowly shrugging out of his jacket and hanging both it and the cap he'd been wearing on one of the available hangers. He bet there was some modesty keeping her from shouting, too, other than the air about him that he knew to be murderous at times. The primal parts of her brain knew he was dangerous, and that she should yield, even if her modern day sensibilities thought she should have a right to resist him. He even crossed his hands over the hem of his black t-shirt to pull it off. The younger brother had a lot more definition to his muscle than she knew Hiro to have. How many chests and arms of working men had Hatsuka seen? He bet it reset her brain, especially when his sweat and unwash filled the booth. He was a clean boy, so his personal notes were mostly just that, exactly him, which was testosterone ridden and promising of strength - the Neanderthal kind. Not to mention the smattering of tattoos he'd earned, following a mythical horror theme.

He just realized something. "You just stay there. Quiet." he said and unbuckled his pants, a gesture bound to have an effect on anyone, when it was done so threatening. Her lover was already familiar with the cock produced, the hanging, thick meat half-filled and he knew it was already dwarfing the smaller offerings she was used to, even when compared to Hiro at full hardness. He had cornered her as all this happened. "Scchhhh..." he cooed as he towered over her, his hand slowly finding the string at her side, pulling easily to undo that fastening of her already skimpy dress. "This is nice, but I wanna know what you picked underneath." His other hand was free to slap over her mouth to keep her quiet if he had to, and thereby keep her in place by wedging the back of her skull against the corner, but he had a feeling he wouldn't need to. Still, he'd be glad to.

Either way he groaned when his cock filled up further, a direct reaction to what he saw underneath. Elegant and provocative black lace. "Shit, sister in law." he breathed with that predatory light in his eyes. Having undone it only so much, it was just the bottoms he saw right now, but that was the important part of a woman, wasn't it? Hiro had never looked at her like that. He started pulling at the rest of it, and he'd take it slow, even if he had to subdue her by a grip on her face. She ended up without that dress, and Aki would be laughing quietly, darkly, at the lingerie in its full presentation. He had clocked her modest breast already, but seeing them peeking at her through the lace was something different entirely. He had of course always thought about fucking her, even when Hiro had just mentioned her.

"So, what kind of stuff are you and Hiro into?" he asked as his cock continued rising and growing. At this distance, it was soon touching her high up on her stomach, the monster having swelled and hardened enough to bridge the space. He knew the answer. It was missionary and probably in the dark. "He makes you do the work, doesn't he? You deserve to feel like a woman, and not some kind of sex ed teacher." he said. And it was obvious who should introduce her to this supposed womanhood.

 

[oropherion]

Kazuhiro hated what Aki had turned him into, hated the fact that he was continuing to let his brother control him and force him to do these despicable and harmful things to himself out of fear. It churned his stomach to admit and to acknowledge that the fear was founded because his brother had proven without a shadow of a doubt that he was every bit a monster. Even worse than the ones people told stories about. Shoving that case up his ass while playing it live to his brother couldn’t even be called the worst humiliation at this point. He had a feeling just when he thought it was, his brother would just amp it up. He did his best to stifle his disgruntled noises, trying to avoid drawing any attention to his stall, as he worked the object in and out of his bloody, sore hole for the camera.

Hiro blew out harshly through his nostrils at his brother’s static voice over his phone’s speaker and grit his teeth. “Shut the fuck up.” He hissed, hopefully low enough but Aki would hear him. The pain and discomfort was still evident in his shaky voice, not fully equipped with the strength and heat he needed to push back against his ill-minded brother. It was even more sickening for his cock to respond to the abuse he was causing upon himself. Why was his body now triggered by this pain and humiliation? His mind was screaming in horror while his cock hung and throbbed between his thighs.

Hearing a ding, Hiro pried his eyes open to see what his brother had sent him and almost felt his lunch repel from his stomach at the image. The sight of himself having been raped that first night, Aki’s cock coated in his blood. He felt dizzy and felt his heart pound harder in his chest that he almost wished it would burst and kill him, but then his mind wandered to Hatsuka and knew that wouldn’t be fair to her. He just had to get this over with and then somehow clean up and pretend he hadn’t just video taped himself raping himself with a stolen eye glass case. How was he even going to sneak that out without being spotted? He wasn’t a criminal and hadn’t stolen anything in his life, except maybe a pack of gum as a child and being scolded by his parents was enough to make him never do it again.

He shuddered as he continued to pull and push the object, legs trembling and growing weak. The pain was lessening, but he figured his body was just growing numb to the pain at this point. He was still tender and sore, but he pushed onward, trying to find some kind of pleasure that would trigger his release and end his torture. He just panted and groaned at Aki’s sick encouragement and kissing sounds and his stomach felt burning with nausea at the dings of money being spent on him. It repulsed him that he was a sort of glorified sex cam worker or something for his brother and he just wanted to scream, alas the sound died in his throat as he remembered where he was. He was building up a good sweat, drenched, as he worked himself to the point of almost sobbing and crying, sniffling to himself to try and get this over quicker. He just wanted to join up with his fiance again, but he had to do this in order to do so. All while he was unaware that Aki had actually found Hatsuka.

Hatsuka had indeed been found and crowded back into her locker by Aki. It was something she hadn’t expected and took her by surprise. Immediately she felt on the defensive and felt a hint of fear of being forced alone with her fiance’s brother. She didn’t trust him and his intentions reeked of something unsavory. His words made her blanch and scowl further at him as she shook her head in denial. “In your dreams!” She snapped, still keeping her voice level to not draw attention. Her inner voice was telling her to scream, to call for help, to call for Hiro, but something else kept her silent. Perhaps the idea of being in public and the idea of being too loud and attention seeking was looked down upon here had made her feel the need to remain unobtrusive to strangers. Even when she felt in danger. She felt her body begin to tremble as she backed into the corner, eyes going wide as she saw him beginning to strip. “W-what are you doing? Get out of here!” She ordered desperately, feeling like a cornered animal as he stood there shirtless, covered in ill-meaning tattoos that reeked of gang and danger.

Something about his tone, the way it rolled off his tongue like a weapon, made her snap her jaw shut tightly. Like it was a silent instinct within her as a human, as a woman, to obey in order for self-preservation. Like she instinctually knew if she didn’t, what the outcome would be. It didn’t make her trembling lessen as she watched him unbuckle his pants, removing his cock out and revealing the monster he was burdened with. The sight of it was the stuff of nightmares. It was large and covered in hideous veins, purple and girthy, and reeked of musk and danger. It was a weapon, not a tool for pleasure and her thighs squeezed shut as she tried to make herself smaller, invisible, though that was impossible with his predatory eyes trained so intently on her.

Hatsuka whimpered when his fingers undid the ties to her dress, feeling the fabric come loose and begin to fall. She did her best to quickly grab it to keep her modesty, but he quickly moved closer to her, hand clamping over her mouth. Her lips quivered against his palm as she let out a whisper plea, “No, please,” the words muffled by the weight of his hand over her mouth. He was slow, methodical, and there was nothing she could do against his strength to stop him from removing the rest of the dress, leaving her in the lingerie she had picked only for Hiro. Her eyes welled up with tears as she stared up at Aki, fearful and disturbed that her beloved could be related to someone like this.

She wriggled and tried to pull her body away when she felt his erection creeping up onto her stomach. She moved one hand to his wrist, clawing at them with her nails while her other pushed at his shoulder as her heels dug into the hardwood floor. Her stomach muscles clenched under the heavy, hot weight of his cock and her brows scrunched together in disgust at the feeling of his juices smearing across her pale, flawless skin. “I’m not telling you anything. It’s none of your business!” She hissed, glaring up at him though the fear written in her gaze certainly dulled the effect. “You have no business doing this to me! You won’t get away with it. Hiro’s a lawyer, he’ll make sure you are tossed in prison and serve a lifetime for this!” She threatened, not knowing what kind of twisted games Aki had his own brother involved in.