Ethan, Thu May 28th 2015

Work has been so tiring these last few days that I'm seriously thinking about selling my business just to get a month of holidays. On second thought, make that two months! At least tonight should be relaxing. We both need it, since my smart boy is working his ass off on his proof. I sent him my instructions a while ago and he texted me back, so I should find him in the position I requested in a few minutes. I am already hard, anticipating the rough session I have planned for us tonight in the playroom.

I probably won't be able to restrain myself from using his mouth as soon as I arrive, I just love it too much. Then, a bit of sensational play since he has been a bit tense recently. A long flogging with a lot of teasing should do the trick, it usually deeply relaxes. And of course I will conclude the night by fucking him until he can neither think nor walk straight.

I try to hide my hard-on as best as I can when I get out of the car and bid Glenn good night, but the smirk he wears when he replies tells me I did a poor job. Whatever. I spend the elevator ride focusing on the different ways I will enjoy my beautiful angel tonight.

It is precisely 9pm when I enter our apartment, like I warned my angel. The little fantasy I was envisioning is immediately shattered by the vision of my little brother holding himself against the wall. I can't see his face but his clothes are bloody and torn apart in several places. Fuck! I rush over to him and see my boy standing in the living room, naked with a cushion covering his crotch. Double fuck! Of course Luke doesn't need to be introduced so the doorman didn't call and he surprised my angel in the position I had ordered him to take. This is all my fault!

A sudden wave of anxiety crashes over me as I take in the situation, a feeling of complete helplessness that I used to have all the time before joining this lifestyle. It's as if my mind suddenly shatters and chaos slowly creeps in, while the grip I have on my life eludes me. Control. I need to take back control! I think to myself as I take deep breaths. I need to take charge!

"What's going on?" I ask as soon as I manage to put my uneasiness at bay. "Luke? What happened?" I add, unable to contain the panic in my voice when I finally see his face. He has two large bruises and his lips are busted in several places.

"Father..." he whispers. "He went mad when I told him about your wedding."

"Why the fuck would you talk to him about it?" I reply angrily. Shit! I really need to calm down! I don't want to scare him more than he must already be right now. I take a deep breath, noticing my Sub making a run for our bedroom. Good boy! I make a mental note to check on him later before focusing on my younger brother again. "You know he doesn't like it when you talk about me," I tell him more gently. "So why did you tell him I got married?"

"I'm sorry," he answers and tears begin to fill his eyes. "He wasn't supposed to be home tonight. I had just organized a small party. Nothing much, just a bit of music, a few beers, and some friends were getting high. I swear I wasn't!" His voice breaks at that point and he starts to sob uncontrollably. I can guess what happened next and I don't like where this is going. I try to hug him, but he hisses when I touch his back.

"When he arrived," Luke continues in small voice, "he threw everyone out and began to hit me with his belt." I try to suppress the memories that begin to form in my mind when he says this, with little success. "He kept saying how much a disappointment I was, how much better you were, how he was going to throw me out and make you his heir again. I just lost it and told him he would have to welcome you back with your husband."

That man is definitely purely evil. Does he really think I would willingly greet him back into my life? I have made one without him, and I fully intend to keep it that way. I feel the anger I managed to keep contained all these years slowly rising.

"I don't know what I was thinking," my baby bro adds, sniffing. "That made it worse than anything. He hit me everywhere... with his fists, his feet... I passed out at some point. When I woke up, I just walked here as fast I could."

By now, rage is flooding into me. Both my fists are clenched so tightly I can sense my fingernails drawing blood in my palms. My teeth are grinding so hard I'm surprised I haven't broken any. I feel like a bomb ready to explode. If the man responsible for this was before me right now, I would gladly beat him to death.

But he is not. And right now two boys need the Dominant inside me, the one who does not panic or let his emotions rule him. The one who can think coolly and act fast. I take a few deep breaths, trying to get all this anger back into check. There will be a moment to let it out, but it's not now. Of course when I have managed to get in full control again, memories of my childhood creep in, but this is not the moment for that either, so I block them as best as I can.

"We need to get you to the hospital!" I eventually say, texting Glenn so that he comes back here as quickly as possible. Fortunately, the nearest Emergency Room is not far. "Just let me tell Anthony where we are going, I will be right back."

He nods, still sobbing, while I go into our room. Things are not going great here, either. My boy is seated on the bed, holding his knees against his chest, panting. I haven't seen him in this state in the last two months, and I won't even be able to be here for him. This whole situation sucks! I only have a few minutes, sadly, so I just hug him tightly.

"I'm really sorry you were surprised by Luke like that, Pet!" I whisper in his ear. "And I'm even sorrier to have to leave you now, but I need to take him to the hospital. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Yes, Master!" he replies, his voice shaking a bit. He is definitely more upset than he shows, but I really have to go. I will try to think of something to help once my brother is settled with a doctor.

"I will come back as soon as I can to take care of you!"

It breaks my heart to leave him alone in the apartment, but right now, Luke needs my help more. He walks down in the street and into the car with my support, thankfully Glenn wasn't far and it didn't take him long to come back.

"We are going to get you healed in no time," I tell my little brother. "And you are not going back there ever, is that clear?" He doesn't answer, just keeps on sobbing quietly. I'll have to ask Tanner's advice later on how best to deal with this situation, as a police officer he should know. I already have a few ideas myself, I'll just have to manage to convince Luke to press charges this time.

We quickly reach the Emergency Room and fortunately, we don't have to wait for long before he is seen by a doctor. I clearly explain to him this is linked to an abuse case, that we may press charges and that we will need a detailed report of his injuries and as many pictures as he can to help our case. Then I'm left waiting.

All of his has shaken me deeply, and once again memories try to creep into my conscious mind. I don't have time for this now! I still have another boy to care for. A boy I left alone at home after he just had some kind of anxiety attack. I don't trust my voice enough to call him right now, so text messages will have to do.

Me – 9:47 "I'm really sorry I left you alone, Pet. We just reached the hospital. How are you doing?"

Anthony – 9:49 "Don't worry about me Master, you have enough on your plate already. I have invited Zach here to have some company, I hope you don't mind."

I don't, it was a great idea. I am not thinking clearly tonight, or I would have arranged something like this myself.

Me – 9:52 "You did very well by inviting your friend over but you didn't answer my question, Pet."

I also send a message to Aiden explaining the situation, and telling him I will have Glenn drive Zach to their loft later in the evening. I'm not sure his Baby kept him posted on his location and I don't want my best friend to worry.

Anthony – 9:57 "I managed to get a grip on myself, so please don't worry about me for now, Master. Zach will be here soon."

I suddenly feel like our roles have been reversed and he is the one taking care of me when it should be the opposite. Even if I am extremely proud of him for trying to be strong for me, this bothers me a bit, and we will definitely have a conversation about this when I get home. I should be the one in complete control! It feels like my grip on our lives tonight is extremely loose and another wave of anxiety crashes over me.

Of course this is the moment the memories I have been trying to suppress all evening long choose to come back. How my father used to belt me for every little mistake. How I begged him to stop with no success. The blows, the kicks, the nights in a closet, standing and hungry, the mental punishments. How I was so scared of doing anything, fearing to displease him. Until I finally managed to escape.

It has been a very long time since I have felt so helpless. Usually, when something like this happened in the past, I got a grip on the situation by reasserting my control. It used to be control over things: I would lay down all the objects of my environment in a neat, precise and very obsessive-compulsive fashion. When I discovered this lifestyle, I found a better way to cope with those crises that eventually completely removed them and my OCD. Complete dominance over my Sub is the way I deal with these issues now.

I will have that when I get back home, I'm sure my sweet and perfect boy will help me with what I need. In the meantime, I can already take back control by planning the downfall of my father. With a man of his stature, I would be very naive if I thought that bringing charges would be enough. He will easily wriggle his way out of any trial. If I want to win against him, I will have to be more cunning than this, and I think I know just how to do it.

"Mr. Wells?" a voice pulls me out of this train of thought and I quickly wipe away the tear on my cheek.

"Yes, Doctor?"

"I have finished examining your brother," he explains. "Sadly the most obvious bruises on his face are the least serious of his injuries. He has two broken ribs, his left shoulder has been dislocated and he has multiple belt marks on his back. Those will heal on their own, as will the ribs, with a lot of rest. For his shoulder, it will require immobilization in a sling. I don't think there is anything else, but I would like to keep him here overnight to be sure there is no head trauma of any kind."

"Can I see him?"

"For a short time," he replies, "but he needs rest! Before that, you mentioned this was an abuse case, which is consistent with the injuries I saw. Can I ask you who is responsible?"

"Our dear father," I sigh.

"I will have to file a report since your brother isn't eighteen years old, yet. And I strongly suggest he also presses charges on his own."

"Our father is very wealthy and influential, so sadly, it will be a bit more complicated than that," I answer tiredly. "We will need a copy of your report with all the pictures, though."

"As long as I have your brother's approval," the doc warns me. That shouldn't be too hard to get.

The visit to my brother's room is quick. He is exhausted, still crying and I don't want to stress him. I just comfort him as best I can, and assure him I will be there tomorrow morning. Then I'm on my way back to the apartment. I begin to explain to Glenn the details of the huge assignment he will get soon so that he can prepare himself during the drive home. He doesn't complain or make a remark about the enormity of the task I am giving him, just nods. That's the thing I love the most about him.

My boy and Zach are giggling on the couch when I arrive, which is a small comfort. Whatever was going on in my Sub's head earlier seems to be halfway forgotten. They both look at me with concerned expressions when they hear me enter the living room.

"How is he, Master?" my cute angel asks.

"Not good, but he will heal, with a lot of rest," I reply. "He will live with us for a bit, Pet. I hope you won't mind, but I can't let him go back to my father's place."

"Not at all, Master. Of course, he can't go back."

"It will only be until the end of the school year. After that, I will send Luke on a holiday somewhere where my genitor can't find him, and we will see how we proceed for next year later."

"I understand, Master."

"Thank you for keeping Anthony company tonight, Zach," I add. "I've told Glenn to wait for you, he will drive you back to your loft."

"Thanks, Ethan! See you soon, Tiger!" he says before giving my boy a peck on the cheek and going out of the apartment.

"Kneel, Pet!" I order when the door is shut, taking a seat on the couch. Seeing my boy gracefully comply is a nice comfort. I revel in his perfect submissive position for a moment. Complete control! I sigh contentedly. "You can look up." Of course, he does, and I drown in his beautiful golden hazel eyes. "Like I said before, I am sorry about Luke finding you like that, and that I had to leave you to deal with it on your own. Now, Pet, I believe you were not entirely truthful earlier. Please explain to me everything that happened tonight."

"I'm sorry, Master. When you left, I felt an enormous urge to drink. I thought you had enough to deal with, so I didn't call you like I should have. I called Zach and cuffed myself in the playroom to be sure I wouldn't do anything stupid before he arrived." It takes me a moment to process what he is saying, perhaps because I am feeling so drained right now.

"That was a bit extreme, Pet, but smart. I am excessively proud of you for not yielding to your urges," I reply. I truly am, but he doesn't understand that far from being a burden for me, him asking for help would actually have been a great comfort for me. By reasserting my dominance and finding a way to help him – even if he was very smart on his own – I would have better coped with the way everything was falling apart. He couldn't know though, so it wouldn't be fair to punish him for this.

"Due to the circumstances," I continue, "I will let the lack of communication pass, but this is only for this time, is that clear?"

"Yes, Master."

"Let me make one thing clear however, Pet. You don't get to judge what is too much for me to handle or not. I am your Dominant, which means I have to manage all your troubles on top of mine. I chose this, knowing what a huge responsibility it was and I won't back out of it. So the next time something like this happens, you will call me whatever is happening, or I swear I will paddle you until you can't sit properly for a week. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. I'm very sorry," he replies meekly, shivering a bit.

"The thing I do need from you in those kind of situations, is your perfect submission," I explain. "I will never need as much control over you as when chaos disrupts our lives like this. This is my way of coping, as yours is to submit completely, do you understand?"

"I think I do, Master," he answers. "Thank you for telling me this. Please use me as you need, I want to make you feel better." I could come at those words only, and I can already feel the anxiety I had been feeling all night slowly recede as I am more and more in charge.

"I have a very good idea as to how you could make me feel better," I say huskily, lowering my zipper and opening my pants. After such an awful night, enjoying my boy's mouth, then ass, is the sweetest relief. But more than the physical release and pleasure I take from him, it is the way he complies with every single one of my commands that soothes me; when he spends all the time I am thrusting into him obediently parting his buttocks, his head buried in the couch; when he stops making any kind of noise because I wanted him to for a bit; when he doesn't come because I forbid him to, even if I'm making sure I brush his prostate with every push inside his ass.

After this, I take my time to reward him for his almost perfect behavior by sucking him for the longest time, sitting on the couch, a cock ring attached at the base of gorgeous shaft. I didn't tie him and I can see how he struggles to keep his hands behind his back, like I ordered him to, or to refrain his pleas to let him come. Sweet, sweet control!

He does enjoy himself in the end, if the screams of pleasure he lets out when I finally let him reach his climax are any indication. As for myself, I feel much better after this little scene, ready to take the bull by the horns.

* * *

The next morning, I ask Glenn to drive me to the hospital while I cancel the few appointments I had planned for the day. My little brother hasn't woken up when I arrive, so I patiently wait in his room, responding to my most urgent emails.

"Hi Sleeping Beauty!" I tease him when he finally opens his eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a train rolled over me," he replies, but his voice isn't as weak as yesterday. "What time is it?"

"A bit later than 10am."

"I guess I won't go to school today then," he says joyfully, making me roll my eyes. As if he was in any state to go there.

"Obviously not. Anthony is going to cover for you," I answer him.

"Having his math teacher as a brother-in-law has its perks then!" he says back with a half-smile. He is clearly in a better mindset than yesterday if he is capable of cracking such bad jokes.

"We are just waiting for the doctor to do his last check-up then we will go back to my apartment. You will stay with us for now," I tell him in a firm voice.

"Will we find your husband naked and kneeling in the living room again this time?" I guess it was just wishful thinking to hope he would forget that part.

"Very funny Luke, he will be at work when we arrive home. And I would appreciate if you could refrain from making comments about it, Anthony is deeply upset you found him like that," I reply sternly.

"Only if you tell me what it was about? Come on! Are you kinky? Is it like that Fifty Shades of Grey novel? Is he your sex slave?" Wow where did that come from?

"Calm down! He is certainly not my sex slave! How could you think that?"

"Well he certainly looked like a character in the stories the girls at school read," he answers. What do those crazy teenagers read exactly nowadays?

"What stories?"

"I don't know exactly, I don't read them. From what they tell me it's mostly about a master and his boy obeying every sexual command he gives him. Is it like this for you and Anthony?" Marvelous! Of course, he had to know about a distorted and abusive way of practicing BDSM. Now I will have to explain to him more than I wanted just to get those ideas out of his head. Fortunately, we are interrupted by the doctor coming to examine him. The look my brother sends me tells me clearly that the conversation is not over though.

Thankfully, there doesn't seem to be more damage than what the doc saw yesterday. When he leaves, a nurse comes in and teaches my brother how to put his arm in the sling, and instructs me on how to use the soothing cream for the belt marks on his back. As if I would need any help on how to provide aftercare to someone! I refrain from telling her that however. Then she reminds my brother that he should take it easy and have a lot of rest to let his ribs heal. Of course, he won't go to school next week either.

Then we are on our way, back to the apartment. I give Glenn the folder with the doctor's report and all the pictures he took; he knows what he will have to do with it. We will also have a very serious conversation with Luke on whether or not to bring up charges. At the very least, I will make him file for a restraining order. The drive home is pretty quick, and soon, I am helping my little brother settle in the guest room.

"So, is this your secret dungeon room?" he asks a bit later, stopping in front of the closed door of the playroom. Give me a break! Of course it is the only locked door of the apartment so it is bound to be suspicious, and of course, I can't really show him what's inside...

"You heard the nurse, you should be resting in your room!" I scold him.

"I was going to the bathroom if you must know. And you didn't answer my question!"

"We need to have a serious conversation," I sigh. "I'll wait for you in your room."

It doesn't take him too long to come back and lie down on his bed once again. He is putting on a brave face but I see him wincing pain when he walks.

"First, what are you going to do about Dad?" I ask.

"Are you trying to change the subject?" Yes, I am. "That's not fair!" No, it isn't. Tough life.

"How about this? We will return to the topic you are interested in when we have properly addressed the subject of our dear old man."

"Fine!" he sighs exasperatedly. "What do you want me to do about Father? I can press charges but we both know he will never be worried. He will do exactly what he wants, like he always does."

"First, you need to get a restraining order against him," I explain. "We will go to a police station where I have a friend. And then, yes, it probably won't be very useful, but you should press charges against him all the same."

"I'm scared he will make me live with him again," he replies in a small voice.

"With the file we have, I don't see how that could happen. He probably will manage to avoid going to jail with his fancy lawyers, but you should be safe from him at the very least. For now you will stay here, and then we will find you a nice secret place to go over the holidays where he won't be able to bother you. We will think about next year afterward, how does that sound?"

"What about my stuff, everything is at his place..."

"Give me your key and I will send someone to pick it up when our father isn't around. I'm sure we will manage, and if not, we will just buy you some more things."

"He won't like it and he will find a way to get back at you," my brother warns.

"I'm not saying it is going to be easy, Baby Bro. But we can't let him win this time!"

"Thank you, for helping me," he answers in a small voice. But then the little minx comes back. "Now that this is settled, why don't we go back to your kinky relationship with my math teacher?" he asks shamelessly.

"You have to promise you won't tell anyone, then," I sigh in defeat.

"Of course I won't, now spill the beans already!" he replies enthusiastically.

"Keep an open mind and don't judge, okay?"

"As if I would! You're my big brother! As long as you didn't force him to become your sex slave, I have no problem with whatever it is you are doing."

"Once again, he is not my sex slave!" I growl. "Get that into your thick skull. This is just a form of roleplay. I like to have control and he likes to surrender it to me, that's all there is to it. It is completely consensual and respectful."

"And what is in the closed room, then?"

"You don't want to know." Will this questioning stop at some point?

"Is it a room filled with whips and shackles like in the Fifty Shades of Grey movie?"

"I didn't see that movie so I wouldn't know," I sigh.

"You could always show me," he smirks.

"Will you shut up if I do?" I reply. Of course, a few minutes after we are in said playroom. I try to ease the guilt I feel at perverting my younger brother by telling myself it's better to show him the truth than let him imagine his own distorted version of it. The view clearly doesn't traumatize him though, he just bursts out laughing, which of course makes him hurt with his two broken ribs. Soon after we are back in his own room and he is lying on his bed again.

"I hope that didn't give you the wrong idea," I begin. "This is not something to try lightly and with just anybody. There is a training to take, especially for the Dominant, and it has to be in a completely consensual way."

"Oh no don't worry, I'm definitely not interested!" he replies joyfully. "The swing looked fun, but I will stop at that! I was just trying to understand what you do! I wouldn't have picked Mr. Dumont to be the kind of person who likes to be tied and whipped though."

"He doesn't like to be whipped," I reply sternly. "And as I said, please be nice to him!" I say seriously, as I hear the door of the apartment opening.

"I will, I promise!"

My boy is soon in the room, all dressed up since he is back from work, beautiful in his black suit and deep blue shirt. One of the inconveniences of having my brother here is the fact that I won't see him wander here in his underwear anymore. Or have him kneel by my side while we watch TV. Or have sex in the living room. We will just have to go to the playroom more often. Or the club for that matter.

"Hi Ethan!" he says. It's weird to have him call me by my name. Still his tone his full of respect and he lowers his eyes as soon as he greeted me. "Hi Luke, how are you feeling today?"

"Great! Don't mind me, you can both go in your playroom and have crazy kinky sex all night long!" my little devil of a brother replies, laughing, making my boy pale and me growl. It looks like cohabitation with Luke is going to be far from easy!

Published on July 21st 2017

So you got a nice peek into Ethan's head and why he is what he is. There was no opportunity to bring it up before now because Ethan is almost completely healed from his fucked-up childhood at the beginning of the book, so it only resurfaces during stressful times like these. In any case I hope it made his character clearer for you!

Fair warning, next chapter is going to be tough (but no mean cliffhanger I promise).