Brotherly Love

The bus rolled along the bumpy road, jerking and jumping at every crack. It was hot outside; the sun was directly overhead with no friendly clouds to shield the people below. A horrible day for the travelers, but there were no complaints. The passengers whispered among themselves, an aura of fear thickening the air.

The driver looked intently on the road, scanning the road for any threats, any spies that would ruin them. They could handle the check points with the bribery money, but if any other obstacles came up the driver knew that there would be trouble.

Jonas sat in the back with his brother, holding on to the older male’s arm. Saxon was silent, only occasionally rubbing his younger brother’s back or telling him not to worry. There had been an accident at the last stop, a mix up that had darkened Saxon’s mood. His right eye was bandaged up, along with his leg, and although he had been lucky enough to take the last of the pain killers he was not satisfied.

It would hurt eventually, he knew, but what then? What if another attack came, what if more people were injured? They had to make it to the border soon, and they were running out of time. Saxon had gotten this far safely, but since the attack he had changed. His hopeful perception had been dashed, and for the first time he felt fear instead of excitement.

Jonas seemed to be fine, but he mewled like a kitten. He wanted comfort and warmth, a security that Saxon had been providing, but the younger boy did not think it was fair to ask for it. He was trying to comfort Saxon, but as usual he was the one who needed protecting.

The bus came to a rough stop, with both Saxon and Jonas wincing. Jonas moved over Saxon, looking out the window to see why, but Saxon pulled him back with a hurried whisper to be quiet. The elder boy was afraid, and instead of checking out the window as well he sat straight forwards.

Jonas followed his example, sitting quietly with his hands in his lap, looking at the seat in front of him. They didn’t see the guards up in front, although they knew. The banging on the doors made them jerk, Saxon in fear and Jonas in worry. Jonas was ready to be the protector, the saint. He was ready to sacrifice himself for his brother, to stand up and take the blows he expected to come. It was apprehension, but he was ready.

One of the men that had stopped them met the open door of the bus, and the driver stood to greet him.

“Are there any problems, sir?” the driver asked the ‘guard’ who had stopped them. The man was dressed in a uniform, but it was unofficial. The old version of the nation’s guard, a sign that he was not with the army. It didn’t matter; everyone knew that they had to talk their way out of it or pay up, and money was running short.

“This is a toll road, didn’t you know?” the man said with a cackle as he looked over the passengers. There was a frown on his face, one that made those he looked on shudder. He was a greedy man, and his beady eyes went over each person’s neck, wrists, fingers… anything that could hold jewelry.

For a while the bus driver tried to argue and talk his way out of it, but the guard knew what it meant. There was no money here, none to spare.

“If you cannot pay the toll, then I will take something else,” he said, and again his eyes went over the terrified crowd. Jonas dared to look up, and at that exact moment the guard’s eyes found his own.

“Him,” the guard said, pointing to Jonas. “I’ll take him. That boy, right there, for half an hour. If you let me borrow him, then you will all be allowed to pass.” A lecherous grin was given, but Saxon wasn’t looking. The elder boy thought for an achingly long moment that it was him, that everyone was out to get him. He didn’t want to see or watch, and the frightened brother thought that if he didn’t look it wouldn’t happen.

Jonas found himself star struck, looking back at the guard with light confusion. His hands had curled in to fists, ready to fight, but there was no battle in front of him. He was still young and inexperienced, and although he knew a lot of things about war, suffering, and sacrifice he did not know what the guard wanted. He was not strong, he could not fix a car or make anything good to eat, and Jonas was honestly confused.

There were some loud murmurs and fearsome shouts, and the bus was split. Should they give the boy up? It wasn’t right, they knew that, but it was a small price to pay. No one wanted another fight that they couldn’t win, and half of the passengers were already wounded and hurt.

“Give him up!” a shout came, and only then did Saxon turn. The guard had moved forwards, reaching out to Jonas and grabbing his arm. The boy hit and punched, but the portly man seemed not to be affected.

“NO!” Saxon screamed, standing and limping forwards. He didn’t grab at Jonas, nor did he fight. Saxon was reduced to words and scared out of his actions, and the guard was not ready to give in so easily.

“No?” he asked, grinning at the boy. “Should I take the both of you?” Saxon’s face visibly paled, and as Jonas saw the fear on his face he decided to be brave.

“N…no, I can go,” he said quickly, looking from Saxon to the guard. “I’ll do it,” he squeaked meekly, his voice unheard.

“Perhaps I should call my guards in, and they can have their pick of you all!” the guard called to the passengers, forcing murmurs in the crowd once again. “Is there a hidden stash on this bus? Money? Drugs? What is it! I’m sure we could tear it apart and find it,” he threatened.

That was all the encouragement they needed, and with a forceful shove the man sitting behind the two brothers pushed Saxon’s shoulders down. “Sit down, boy. Do you want us all killed?” he hissed, and Jonas was again confused. Saxon did not move from the seat, and his eyes looked wildly from the guard to Jonas. He knew what was coming, what the evil man wanted, but he did not know how to help. He felt helpless and weak, but more than that he was afraid.

Jonas looked to Saxon, ready to give him a reassuring glance, but as his hopeful gaze was turned away from he felt dread. “Saxon?” he called as the guard began to pull him away, towards the front of the bus. “SAXON!” he called again, but the guard had taken him out of the bus and away from the crowd.

The guard continued to pull Jonas along, and although the boy dragged his feet he walked along. Once away from his brother the boy began to cry. He didn’t know why; he had been trying to be brave and strong, but that final glance had killed his spirits. Where was his hope, his aspiration? The fact that Saxon could not look at him was enough to fill him with fear, but he walked bravely to a cluster of shacks.

Once they were hidden from view, just Jonas and the guard, the man began to grin. “Pull your pants down, boy,” he said forcefully. Jonas was again confused, but luckily his honest expression worked in his favor. “I said pull down your pants. Go on, do it,” the guard demanded, reaching forwards to help. “Bend over, against the wall.”

Jonas looked nervously from the guard to the corner, wishing he could look around it just once to see his brother looking back. He felt the powerful hands on his hips, moving his pants down, tugging them lower, but he still did not understand. “What are you doing?” he asked, fear in his voice as he reached to his pants. His fingers brushed against the fabric but he did not pull them up; no, it was his job now, his turn to take one for the team. Although he turned to the wall and put his hands against it, Jonas turned his head back to look.

He watched as the guard smiled and leered, and a shiver came over his skin as the heat hit his bare thighs and bottom. “What?” he asked again, his voice becoming more desperate as the silence continued. A yelp came from his parted lips as a hand came to his ass, running along his skin. His body shivered with a fear of the unknown, but his mouth had stopped working.

“Keep your mouth shut, boy. You wouldn’t want me to go back for the others, would you? Take it like a man,” he growled, although Jonas was more of a boy than anything. He continued looking back, watching as the second hand came to the opposite cheek. He cringed and whimpered as they were spread, and he felt air between his ass that forced him to know how exposed he was.

The guard did not stop there, and soon one of the hands left the ass to move upwards. It snaked around to the boy’s front, moving underneath the shirt and to the chest. “Perky nipples,” he called out as his fingertips grabbed one, twisting and pinching lightly. Jonas gave a wince, but did not move. If there was going to be pain, he would take it like a man…but none came, only an awkward exploration of his body and the feeling of a callused hand. It moved back down, until it reached the nearly hairless crotch, but it was clear that the guard wanted something more enticing. Back to the ass it went, squeezing and toying with the boy.

“Can they see?” he whimpered as a thumb moved between the crack, over his little hole. No answer came, and Jonas’s breath came quicker. “C…C…” he began, looking to the corner and behind him. The fear was rising quicker, and the guard was doing nothing to help him. “S..sir…” he tried again, but a gasp stole his words as he felt something inside of him.

“No!” he thought, but all he could say were gasps and incoherent words. He didn’t want it there, no! It hurt as he clenched his muscles, trying to keep the invader from going in farther. The guard’s growl was not helping, it was only making him more nervous, and Jonas was beginning to wiggle.

“Stop moving, they can’t see. Relax, or I‘ll use my knife to do it for you,” came a barking order behind him, and a meep came from the boy’s lips. He looked back again, down at the hand he couldn’t quite see doing something weird and odd. He felt it inside of him, pushing deeper, spreading him more. The boy tried to relax, but the fear was incredible. It took a lot of effort, but slowly the muscles relaxed as he realized that nothing bad was happening yet.

The thumb removed itself, and a few pats were given to the pert ass. “Nng…” the boy groaned, but he kept his lips tightly pressed together to keep from saying more. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe correctly, but something else was pressing against him. “Ahhh…!” he yelped, a sound everyone was sure to hear in the bus. He leaned heavily against the wall, pressing his face in to the bricks and trying not to scream, but it felt so weird, so horribly bad. It was wet and hard, but as he looked back the guard only grinned.

“Do you like that?” came a cold hiss, but Jonas was too scared to ever like whatever was pressing up against his anus. The smooth, slick thing--- was it plastic?-- continued pushing and twirling, moving it’s wet surface against a private, sensitive part of his body. “I asked you a question, boy,” came the growl.

Jonas may not have known many things, but he knew when the answer should be ‘yes’ and when the answer should be ‘no,’ and right then he was not expected to answer honestly. “Yes,” his voice choked out, and to his horror the hard object at the entrance to his anus began to shake.

A yelp came from his lips, but Jonas bit down hard to stop more from coming. What was that? That feeling, down below?

“Oh, my,” came the slow drawl of the attacker. “You must really like that.” The guard’s hand moved around, forcing Jonas to jump as he felt a hand on his manhood. He had not known it, but at the first hint of vibrations he had begun to get hard. His young, boyish cock was not experienced to such pleasures, and in that moment the good feelings outweighed the fear. It didn’t last long, and as the fingers curled around him he was already soft again.

The plastic object was pushed farther in to him, still vibrating and still pushing Jonas up the wall. He whimpered and moaned in pain and discomfort, wiggling at the strange sensations. Still the boy knew he had to accept it, that it would be over soon. He was waiting for the pain-- a missing eye, a severed limb, something more like those injuries of the people on the bus, but all he felt was a finger pushing a foreign object deeper and deeper inside of him. Soon he felt only the object, and as the finger withdrew itself Jonas knew with a spike of horror that the vibrating thing was not coming out. It was short, perhaps an inch in length, but the vibrations were driving him crazy.

“Take it out, please,” he whined, but a reassuring pat was given to his bottom. The guard pulled him away from the wall, jerking his hips so that Jonas was forced to face his attacker. He tried to avoid the guard’s eyes, but a harsh hand demanded that his face peer in that direction. The young eyes peeked outwards, wide with fear even as he cringed.

“Damn, you have a fine ass,” the evil voice came. “And look at that blush! Hell, I don’t want to see you any other way… but there’s better things for you.” Another evil laugh was given, and the guard’s fingers moved to Jonas’s behind. They found a small string, and with a slight tug the vibrator inside of him began to move back out.

Jonas pressed his legs together and gave a strangled yelp. He tried to move back against the wall where the hands could not reach him, but there was a firm jerk on his hip to let him know where he was allowed to stand. Something bad was coming, something worse, and Jonas felt a new bout of fear come. It crushed all of the ‘good’ feelings he had felt for a moment, sending his heart in to overdrive. It was hard to breathe, hard to think, and for a second the boy felt ready to pass out.

“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” a loud voice called out from several buildings away. The guard cursed under his breath, quickly reaching down to grab Jonas’s pants and jerk them back up.

“Nothing, Commander,” he said quickly, rising and ruffling the boy’s hair. “Just escorting this boy back to his bus.” To make the story more believable, the guard grabbed on to the smaller shoulder and forced him back. “Feel that inside you? That’s my best toy, and you’re taking it out. You mother fucker,” he hissed, but the eyes of his commander was enough to get the guard in the right frame of mind.

“Don’t you take that out. If you do, I’ll track the bus down and kill you all, every single one of you.” The threat was taken heavily, and Jonas felt his breath leave him once again.

Back to the bus they went, silent tears running down the boy’s cheeks. “You’re free to go,” came the gruff order, and before Jonas had made it back to the safety of his seat the vehicle had lurched off.

He tumbled in to Saxon’s arms, and with the help of his brother he was led back to his seat. “S…Saxon…” he sobbed, the fear welling up inside of him, the shame and the anger. His older brother pulled the boy in to his arms, soothing him, stroking his hair. Jonas clung to the elder male’s cloths, but no words came.

“H..He…” the boy began, but Saxon pressed his head to his chest and hushed him. Jonas cried more, but as he calmed down in his brother’s arms he felt the toy vibrating inside of him. “Ahh…ahh!!” he whimpered, and out of what he thought was kindness Saxon parted his legs. A small hole between them was given to Jonas’s bottom, a courtesy that the elder brother thought was needed after the rape of his brother. He was still afraid, and he didn’t want to hear any details. No, that could wait until later when they were both stronger.

“Don’t worry, he’s gone now,” Saxon said, pulling Jonas even closer, keeping the boy in his lap. The whimpers and moans were killing Saxon, forcing his blood to boil with rage and shame. How could they do that to his brother? How could he let them?

What he did not know was that Jonas was no longer whimpering in pain, but in pleasure. The little toy had rested itself on the outside of his pleasure spot, and sitting in his brother’s lap had moved it in to an even better position. Without fear and in the safety of a loved one’s arms, Jonas was not afraid enough to keep from liking it. The little vibrations inside of him made him cling to Saxon’s cloths, and he could not stop from whimpering and moaning.

“Saxon…” he began, but once again he was hushed. He remembered the threat of the guard, but it was not enough to keep him from whimpering. He wanted it out, out! Jonas moved forwards, pressing his body closer to Saxon’s. He wanted comfort, not the new friction that came to his front side. It was too much, that friction, and Jonas again writhed in the lap. “It feels…” he said, again being hushed. He whimpered and started to cry, not able to understand what he felt and why his body was reacting like this.

He was achingly hard in his pants, and his member ached with precum. As his brother hushed him and the toy worked it’s magic, Jonas felt the tug of fabric against his manhood like he had super sensitive powers. He could feel the strong arms comforting him, and the hush of his brother’s lips was loud in his ear.

With the comfort and the pleasure, Jonas experienced his first orgasm in his brother’s arms. Saxon didn’t notice; he assumed that the muffled cries were that of pain, and he only clung to Jonas more and rubbed his back to ease the struggle.

The wetness in his pants confused Jonas, for he had never cum before, but soon enough he was whimpering and moaning once again. His erection sprouted up again, and he found himself rubbing it up against Saxon on every bump in the road. It felt so good, so comforting, and as he closed his eyes and clung to Saxon the bus and his outside life were forgotten. It was only his body and his brother on that bus, and nothing else mattered.

By the time they made it to their hotel for the night, the batteries had run out. Jonas was just about to orgasm again, but the pleasure stopped and left only a minimal amount of satisfaction. He whimpered even more at the lost sensation, but there was nothing anyone could do. Saxon had prevented him from speaking, and there was no others he could trust.

To his shame he was forced to walk out of the bus and bare his wet crotch for all to see. His cheeks heated in shame and the last of his erection died down quickly. Everyone else thought it was blood, but Saxon did not give them much time to think. He ushered his brother away, past the staring strangers and uncaring passengers to the room just for them. He only stopped to get some medicine for his torn, aching brother along the way, looking protective and angry the entire time.

Saxon had gained his strength and his bravery throughout the ride, and now he was prepared to help Jonas. It wasn’t fair, what had happened, but it wasn’t him. No, he was safe, and although it made his heart ache and his eyes sting to think it, he was glad it had not been him. He could protect Jonas again, and be the caring brother. He would help him, talk with him, do anything that Jonas wanted. Anything.

“Jonas,” he began softly, leading the younger male to the bed. “Let me see it. I won’t hurt you, I just want to see it… I’ll put some of this stuff on it, and it’ll feel better,” he soothed in a voice like honey. Jonas looked like a frightened animal, though, and would not talk. He wouldn’t go near Saxon, although he did not stray far.

“Come on, I need to help you,” Saxon urged, reaching out for the boy’s hands. He felt no resistance as he led the child over to the mattress, nor as he began to put Jonas on his stomach.

“NO!” came the sharp cry, the first word Jonas had truly said since the incident. “No, please, no, I can’t…” he sobbed, turning to Saxon. “I need to see you, don’t push me against the wall… the bed,” he corrected, but the slip of tongue was enough to pull on Saxon’s heart strings. He gathered up his brother in a hug, soothing him and stroking his hair before nodding.

“Alright, lie on your back,” he said in a voice filled with understanding. “I’ll help you, Jonas. I’m here to help,” he reaffirmed, watching as his brother began to pull down his pants. Although he had vowed to help, Saxon’s eyes had not left Jonas’s face. He didn’t want to look down and see the blood, he didn’t want to see the proof of suffering. To prolong it, he gave instructions.

“You’re gonna have to spread your legs, so I can see,” he said in a flat voice, reaching out to the pants. He pulled them off of the boy’s body, along with his underwear, so that he would have a clean surface to work with. Again he stared up at the boy’s face, not wanting to look down.

“Saxon?” came the tiny, strangled call. Jonas was getting nervous again, from all of that waiting. Saxon could see that he had to act, but as he looked down a gasp left his lips.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked, looking up to a cringing Jonas. Saxon’s eyes went back down as his fingers moved out, grabbing on to the thread that came from the tightened ass hole. Slowly he pulled, looking to his brother’s face to make sure he wasn’t hurting him. “That fucking bastard,” he hissed, shaking with rage. He watched carefully as the toy was pulled out, falling to his hands. Something inside of the mechanical toy moved, and for a brief moment it gave a short period of vibrations. It stopped, but as Saxon toyed with the item it started again before it finally died out.

What he did not see was that the movement of the toy and the increased stimulation had begun to get Jonas hard again. That was his brother down there, looking at him, and to his horror Jonas felt aroused. He liked his brothers eyes on him, and knowing that the toy moving inside of him was being controlled by someone he loved made his little dick harden just like inside the bus.

“Saxon…!” he moaned again, forcing the elder’s eyes upwards. This time he could not miss the evidence, but Saxon didn’t know what to do about it. He decided to ignore it, instead looking at Jonas’s eyes. It didn’t make any sense, why his brother would be hard. What the fuck was wrong with him? Maybe it was drugs, yeah. The bastard guard had drugged him with Viagra…or something.

“Almost done,” he promised, looking down. He couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the hardened cock, but again Saxon ignored it. Surely the toy hurt, surely Jonas had been in pain this entire time and needed help. The salve was worked in to his fingers, and Saxon again looked to Jonas.

“I’m going to put my finger inside of you, so I can put the medicine on. Don’t worry, alright? I’m not going to hurt you,” he soothed one last time, before his finger pressed forwards.

The second Jonas felt the single digit penetrate him, he spilled his hot load. He moaned and whimpered loudly, and to Saxon’s horror the hips shifted down to push the digit in even farther.

The elder brother retracted his hand, watching as Jonas writhed and moaned on the bed in what seemed to be ecstasy. He watched as Jonas brought his hands up to his cock to catch the cum, as his eyes closed and his lips parted in a silent scream.

When it was over Jonas was panting and lying still on the bed. Saxon, too, was still, but he was in a state of shock.

“Jonas?” he called meekly, moving forwards on the bed and away from Jonas’s spent and limp penis and overly sensitive anus.

“Jonas?” Again he called, but there was no response. Gaining his courage, Saxon peered over in to the closed eyes, finding his brother to be fast asleep.


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A/N Hey, please read and review! Anything constructive will be welcomed.