Lost Time

“Little brother, come here a moment.” The voice always stabbed Ren deeply in the chest. It was the sickly sweet tones of the one he feared above all others. The one he called his older brother. A brother, who was a great deal older than him, because his father’s mistress had had him, and not the queen. They weren’t even brothers, and that was why he could get away with this. That’s why no one ever stopped Kai'lari. No one dared to stop his half brother from coming into his room at night and pinning him to his bed. It didn’t matter that they were both males. It didn’t matter that they were related. All that mattered was that Kai’lari thought that his young flesh and small frame was good enough to eat.

It was never gentle. Never. The other was always harsh with him. Kai’lari loved to bite. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed trying to rip chunks of flesh from his pale frame as Ren was pinned down and helpless against the strength of his elder half-brother. Those were his kisses. Kisses that rented flesh and left him in such great pain. If he cried out, his bother would just do more. Do worse. He loved it when his child brother fought and struggled. It just meant more fun and more blood. As if in a way Kai’lari was trying to spill the blood they shared between them. As if he felt threatened by this young boy who was the king’s favorite child.

It was never long before he flet hardness force itself where nothing so hard should be. It always hurt and he always bled. Like his outside flesh, his insides would tear as well, to make room for his much larger sibling. He would always scream. No matter hwo quiet he could make himself, he would always cry out in pain and suffering when his brother entered his small body to violate him once more. After the pain, Ren would try to take himself elsewhere in his mind. He would try to distance himself to the brutal thrusting of the body against him, making the bed he lie of shake. He tried to block out the scent of blood heavy in the air and on the sheets mixing with the scent of sex. He tried to forget the fact that as the other raped him again, that he was reminded that he was a whore’s child. Thus he was a whore too. Kai’lari’s little whore.

Not that he was so little anymore. Which was why his half-brother was growing more violent towards their meetings at night. Ren was close to his tenth birthday. He was growing older. Soon enough he’d be old enough to be declared the heir. Perhaps he might even grow strong enough to win the fight for the throne from his brother. But he could not. He feared Kai’lari. Whenever he heard that voice, whenever he saw those pale eyes looking at him like the next meal, his heart would stop and he would relive these nights of pain and blood all over again. Nights that cane all too often as of late. Nights that were at first random and less painful had turning into this.

When he had been brought to the palace as a half brother, he had been five. His elder brother had taken no time. That very night, Kai’lari had come into his room and told him that as younger brother, he had to do whatever the elder wanted. He then was forced to submit himself to touches and little love bites that felt very wrong. Yet as he grew larger and older, the wrong touches became brutal fuckings. He couldn’t count the number of times he had tried to get away to be thrown back onto his bed and taken while he shook in terror at the brutal male above him. A male that would forever be larger and stronger than himself. A male that at present was nearly at his climax. Always, the pain was worse right before Kai’lari came. Always, he could no longer distance himself to the feelings of pain and the smell of blood. And always right before the end, his own dark eyes would roll back to mimic his bother’s and become nearly white.

At the end, he would always try to keep the other from cumming inside of him. As if to save himself that last violation. It was always something that was rather unpleasant for the both of them. When Ren fought back. It was like a demon possessed him. Even with his brother burred to the hilt inside him, he too would bite and claw and spill far more blood. Blood that would paint everything a deep mesmerizing red. And in that short moment, he forgot. He forgot what was happening to him. He forgot the fear. All he knew was the blood and the feel of flesh being torn. Yet it was never enough. In the end, he could never stop that final violation. His fighting only made Kai’lari work at him harder. As if to cement that no matter how strong Ren became, he would always be stronger. His half-brother would always have the power to throw him down and show him how weak he truly was.

Even as he felt jets of heat enter his bleeding and torn opening, he felt other pain as well. Pain keeping him there. A piercing pain though his eyes. There was the smell of more blood. And there was a scream of pain before the other pulled out of him and held before Ren his own right eye. “A momento, little brother. After all, tomorrow morning, father is sending you away to become a priest. Be honored. I gave you the last fucking you’ll ever get.” He felt a tongue drag over the river that fell from his missing eye socket. “I’ll keep this forever as a reminder of my sweet little whore.” He watched as the other closed a hand on his now missing eye and moved to give him a soft but demanding kiss to his lips. He felt like throwing up. Never had Kai’Lari kissed him and never had he felt more violated. “You’ll make a cure priest, little brither. And when you manage to find your way back here, I’ll make sure to give you a good long lesson of who’s still in control.”

The crimson blood that was smeared between them smeared into his white hair as the other pet it. “Now, sleep, little brother. So you’ll be well enough to see me tomorrow. I’ll make sure to give you a proper good bye right before morning comes.” Once again, Ren’s stomach churned. One last time…He was going to have to endure this one last time. Then...then he could just forget. He could forget all about the pain he was feeling and the scent of blood and semen as if flowed from his ruined hole. He could forget about whatever beast the other had awaken inside him…he could maybe…if he was lucky…forget about everything. But for now, he couldn’t. He could only lay there, in his own blood, hand over the eyes now missing, watching as Kai’lari left again. Once he was gone, did Ren cry. He cried hard bitter tears of a boy broken and batter and ruined. He cried knowing full well that he would have to go though t hell again tomorrow morning. And not for the first time, Ren wished he could just die.