suck.

There is no God up in the sky tonight..
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight...
All that was true is left behind..
Once I could see now I am blind...
Don't want your dreams you try to sell..
This disease I give to myself...

How does it feel...
How does it feel...

He makes it sweeter than the sun..
I get too tight I come undone...
I bow my head to confess..
The temple walls are made of flesh...
Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track..
Itches my skin right off my back...
I'll heal your wounds..
I'll set you free...
I'm Jesus Christ on Ecstacy.

How does it feel...
How does it feel...
I am so dirty on the inside...
How does it feel...
Suck.

A thousand lips, a thousand tongues..
A thousand throats, a thousand lungs...
A thousand ways to make it true..
I wanna do terrible things to you...

Matt lie in bed, curled up on his side. Beautiful wisps of dark spirals spilled down his body, shadowing his handsome face as he slept. His lips were slightly parted, bruised and swollen from heated kissing. He was completely nude, his well-toned backside pushed back against the silky linen. His body glistened with perspiration, his breathing heavy as he inhaled the thick, humid air.

His muscled arms lay lifelessly at his stomach, hugging close to his abdomen. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, his fingertips dangling against the rounded curves of his hips. His back was turned to Jeff, exposing himself totally. He trusted Jeff. Hell, he was his baby brother, his confidant, his lover. There wasn’t anyone else he wanted, or even needed as much. He subconsciously smiled in his sleep.

Jeff lay on his back, his body completely stretched out against the white linen. A large, hunting knife rested in one of his palms, his fingers threateningly gripping the leather handle. The jagged blade was incredibly sharp. He had made sure of that.

His bare body contrasted against the clean sheets, the toned muscles of his thighs clenched and relaxed. His abdominal muscles, tight and exquisite, inwardly contracted with each breath. His jaws were firmly locked, pronouncing his clefted chin and upturned nose. One hand rested against the mattress, and the other was tangled amidst his own hair. He occasionally tugged at the colorful strands of teal and bright blue, just to occupy himself with something other than thoughts. Those sickening thoughts that made him smile. Not that he wanted to be so happy about them, he really had no choice. The images alone were sadistic. Maybe not so much sadistic as violent and immoral. Not that he minded.

Jeff stared straight up at the ceiling, his mysterious emerald gaze glinting in the darkness. Blank. Empty. That was almost how he felt. He smiled. There had been one thought on his mind for the past couple of months, and it ate away at his brain. Sometimes he couldn’t take it anymore, and sometimes he would just sit and think about it for days. Trust. He enjoyed it, but not fully understood what it was. For once, he wanted to know what it was not to just trust, but to tear that away from someone else. Unsuspectingly.

He smirked. He had an erection. Quite a raging one at that. His cock throbbed against the sheets, pre-cum already oozing from the tip. He didn’t even bother to wrap his fingers around it and bring himself off, because it wouldn’t go away by those means. He laughed quietly to himself, rolling his head on the pillowcase to drink in the sight of his brother.

Wonderful, trusting Matt. Innocent? No. Unaware? Jeff grinned. Yes. He almost cursed outloud, biting back a few words as he rolled over to wrap his arm around his older brother, hugging him close to his chest. The other hand tightly gripped the knife, slipping it underneath his pillow. He leaned down to nuzzle his shaven chin into the crook of Matt’s shoulder, grinding his dripping cock against the perfect globes of Matt’s ass. With a soft moan, his lips pouted, kissing at his brother’s pierced earlobe.

The question still burnt in his mind, wickedly controlling his thoughts and even his body. He closed his eyes briefly, his skin meshing with Matt’s sent shivers up and down his spine. He could tell Matt trusted him more than anything. And that turned him on. He didn’t want to be trusted anymore, maybe feared. Hated. Jeff grinned, his lips parted as he spoke softly into Matt’s ear.

“Do you ever wonder what it would feel like to be raped?”, Jeff breathed out, his hands slipping down to roughly fondle Matt’s cock, which was still slightly hard from their heated fucking a few hours ago. His hand immediately clamped over Matt’s mouth, squeezing his jaws shut. He didn’t even want to hear a fucking response. He had enough.

Matt’s eyes shot open. Raped? He frowned, nervously glancing around the side of the room. His muffled screams were absorbed by Jeff‘s fingers, which distinctly smelled of his own arousal. His body twitched against Jeff’s, frightened thoughts running through his head. He could feel Jeff’s breath at his ear, his skillful fingers already drawing him to hardness. Fuck. Jeff was hard too.

His brother’s cock throbbed and pulsed at his entrance, almost dangerously resting against the cleft of his ass. He blinked hard, closing his eyes momentarily. He couldn’t help to lose himself to what Jeff was doing, the way his baby brother moaned into his ear. He wasn’t exactly sure what Jeff was getting at, but he really didn’t want to be a part of it. Or did he? His hips rocked up into the warm heat of Jeff’s hand, willing himself not to tremble.

Jeff smirked. His teeth bit at the smooth flesh of his brother’s shoulder. His fist pumped up and down Matt’s shaft, which was already slick with his arousal. His older brother’s ass moved back against his cock, Jeff’s eyelids fluttering shut momentarily. Jeff fought hard not to just bury himself within the tight, un-lubed heat right then and there, but something stopped him. He still had Matt’s trust. He didn’t want it. He was quite sick of it, as a matter of fact.

He could hear his older brother’s moans, and he growled. He almost didn’t want him to take pleasure in this. He was selfish, yes. He was the only one that would get off on this, that he would make sure of. He expertly stroked Matt to orgasm, harshly squeezing the base of his cock to stop his release. Now, what fun would it be if Matt came, especially willingly? Tsk tsk.

Jeff frowned. His body rolled over on top of Matt’s, one hand still closed tight at the brunette’s mouth. His brother’s gorgeous curls spilled down his back. The ones that everyone loved so much. Jeff smirked against Matt’s neck, his tongue snaking out to lick up and down the tense muscles. His free hand slipped underneath his pillow, grabbing the sparkling knife and holding it up in the air. With a lick to the wide blade, Jeff lifted the beautiful dark spirals, nearly giggling as he cut into them. The blade easily sliced through the long strands of hair, the grin never leaving his face until there was no more to cut. Piles of hair clumped against the sheets, Jeff laughing evilly as he thought of making a rug with it.

Matt groaned against Jeff’s hand. He could feel his hair being chopped off. Jeff hadn’t completely scalped him, but he knew the remnants of his curls were barely 3 inches long. The same curls that Jeff had washed and conditioned the day before. He felt fear, deadly fear. He didn’t know whether to moan or cry. He loved Jeff. But right now, he couldn’t even think of him in the same way. And for some reason, he knew that wasn’t enough. It would never be enough for Jeff. He was terribly hard to please.

Matt shamefully pressed his face to the pillows, attempting to struggle out of Jeff’s hold. His cock chafed against the mattress, sending sparks of electricity shooting through his body. This only seemed to fuel Jeff’s desire, or intense need. He was almost afraid that Jeff would stab him, but he let out a tiny sigh of relief as he listened to the clink of the metal falling onto the bedside stand. He could feel Jeff’s chest pressed against his body, his burgeoning cock nestled between his ass cheeks. His terrified gaze flickered closed, their usual chocolate depth gone.

Jeff held Matt down, shamelessly grinding his cock against his older man’s ass. His sticky pre-cum smeared against the smooth, supple skin, almost burning into his brother’s flesh. He sat up on his knees, pressing them deep into the small of Matt’s back. He removed his hand from Matt’s body to grab the knife once more, nearly grinning as he knew what his older brother was thinking. He had his trust that he wouldn’t hurt him with the knife. Jeff shook his head, a mockingly sympathetic sigh leaving his lips as he trailed the apex of the knife against his back.

Tiny slits of blood formed on the skin, which lit up Jeff’s gaze. Red. Crimson. His favorite color. He grinned, stopping suddenly at Matt’s hip. So beautifully curved. Jeff smirked as he spontaneously pushed the blade into Matt’s side, briefly twisting the knife deep into the wound before yanking it out. That would do. He listened in delight to Matt’s screams and shrieks, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Jeff watched the blood dribble from the open cut, moaning softly as he grabbed his own cock, dabbing his cockhead into the warm plasma.

Matt attempted to screech, but it was caught in the back of his throat. He blinked. The pain was astonishing, overwhelming him for a few brief moments before shock overtook him. The pain eventually numbed to the point where it was just a faint throb in his side. He sucked in huge gulps of air, his breathing erratic. His trust was gone. He wasn’t even sure he could say he felt surprised. His heart thumped inside of his chest, his jaws still clamped tight as he felt Jeff’s cock pushing into his dry tightness.

He wanted to die. Everything he had stored within his brother was so quickly taken away. He was in a daze, his blinking slow and labored. Despite it all, his cock was still hard, still pulsating between his thighs. How could someone that brought him so much pleasure in the past, be so distant and hurtful? Matt’s head slumped against the pillow, the blood-saturated sheets sticking to his sweaty skin.

Jeff moaned, grunting as he forcefully pushed his cock up into Matt’s tiny entrance. He dug his fingers into the gooey wetness of his older brother’s wound, forcing him to thrust his hips back against his thick cock. Jeff let out a tiny breath as he sunk into Matt’s ass, completely filling him to the hilt. Without another breath, or warning at that, Jeff brutally began pumping into Matt’s opening, his body violently rocking into his brother’s.

He relentlessly humped into Matt’s backside, the sticky sound of their bloody bodies meshing together filling the room. He could feel Matt’s body squirming and trembling beneath him, twisting and writhing against his cock. Jeff smirked. Didn’t his brother know that rapists always adored someone who played the victim? The more he fidgeted, the more Jeff would want to hurt him. Apparently, Matt wasn’t watching the special on the Lifetime Channel last night. Jeff softly murmured against Matt’s ear, his breath burning into the back of his brother’s neck.

“How does it feel, Matt? Huh?”, Jeff hissed, his hips slamming against Matt’s, “How does it feel to know I’m the one in control now?”, Jeff’s lips curved into a perfect smile, his face deviously innocent.

Matt shook against the bed, his eyes clenched tight in pain. He had never felt anything so horrid in his life. To know that the one person he trusted the most was robbing him of all he knew, actually hurt more than anything he could ever imagine. He insistently squirmed against Jeff’s body, actual tears spilling from his defeated eyes. He was almost intent to beg. Beg for him to stop, for him to continue. In a sick way, he enjoyed it. He knew Jeff could tell. That’s what he got off on the most. He sobbed against Jeff’s hand, flawlessly playing the role of the helpless victim.

He did feel controlled, used, and maybe even sacrificed. His head swum with endless thoughts, dizzily clawing at the sheets as he felt his tight opening being stretched over and over again. Jeff’s dick rammed up his ass. That’s what it came down to. He was ashamed for feeling this way, his body trembling and shuddering at each hard thrust.

Jeff’s cock pounded at Matt’s prostate, expertly manipulating how he wanted his older brother to feel, think, and ultimately be. Sweat rolled off his temples, tiny blood vessels straining at each violent snap of his hips. Matt’s ass bled. Bled for him, for the beginning of an end to his torture. The scarlet liquid provided excellent lube. He aggressively slipped in and out of the scorching heat of his older brother’s ass, his tongue-spike flicking against the tiny, silver hoop in Matt’s right ear. The clink of the jewelry rang in his ears, setting his body afire as he fiercely drove his pulsating cock into his older brother’s ass.

With a feral roar, he yanked Matt’s body back against his lengthy cock, spilling deep into his ass. Spurt after spurt of cum filled Matt’s bruised insides, the white essence mixing with the thick, red blood. His nails tore into the wound, his fingertips dragging against the ripped flesh. With a deep breath, he slumped against Matt’s back, his stained lips pressed to his brother’s warm skin.

Matt’s cock pulsed beneath him, Jeff’s final thrust jabbing against his prostate. He gasped, his eyes squeezed tight as he came. He whimpered out Jeff’s name, his cock twitching at it shot out jets of his boiling cum. He collapsed against the bed, his eyes fluttering shut. He had no trust for Jeff. All that was gone. He still loved him, as sad it was. He couldn’t ever truly hate Jeff. His love was eternal. So was his pain. His brow furrowed as he felt consciousness slipping away from his grasp. His cum absorbed into the sheets, remnants of his release. His fingers squeezed the blood-soaked sheets before his mind overtook his body. He fainted. Gone from the world, gone from the pleasure, from the perpetual ache. Even if it was only for a few minutes. Now that was true release..

Jeff rested inside of Matt’s ass for a few moments, smirking as he slipped out of his invaded opening. He ran his tongue over his lips, watching intently as his own cum dribbled from Matt’s ass. It was stained a light red. Jeff smiled, twisting his finger in the unique mixture and bringing it up to his mouth for a taste. His tongue swirled against his nail, swallowing the tangy blend. He crawled back to his space on the bed, slinging an arm around Matt’s bloody waist. His brother had a new haircut, a brand-new ‘piercing’, and a newly-attained view on life.

Jeff smiled. The sincere truth was that he didn’t even trust himself anymore. He really never did. But nothing was better than stealing someone else’s devoted trust. Jeff chuckled. Trust wasn’t something that lasts forever, or even something to be devoted to. He had successfully proved that to Matt, and he was quite proud of himself. Never really know who you can confide in, can you?

The end. return to slash jazz.