Caged

10

The royals had finished their dinner and Queen Lydia requested Sullivan and Judinne to follow him to his study where they would discuss the kingdom's future. Zwei strolled the palace halls, enjoying the sunset view, finally at peace without having to worry  about if he were acting presentably. He rested his chin in his palm, perching his elbow on the window. "Quite the beautiful sight, no?" He heard a voice say, turning around quickly. "O-Oh! Desmond!" Zwei sighed of relief. The older boy nodded, a small smile on his face. "The view? It's nice isn't it?" Desmond reminded. "A-Ah, I agree," Zwei beamed. "...How's life with my brother?" Desmond questioned. Zwei's breathing seemed to get quicker on the subject of Sullivan, frantic almost. "H-He's wonderful..!" Zwei assured, waving his hand in a dismissive way. Desmond, being very skilled in body language, chuckled and looked down to his feet. "You don't have to lie, Zwei..." Desmond looked up, meeting Zwei's beautiful eyes. Zwei's timid and meek voice would make anyone want to scoop him up and just hold him or keep him like a possession. Desmond saw the slight fear in Zwei's expression, gently taking the younger male's hand. "I know you aren't happy with him, Zwei. Why are you with him if you know there are people who'd treat you like a prize?" He questioned, kissing the boy's hand. "Because he-!" Zwei held his tongue. "I thank you much for your kindness, Desmond, but I believe I should be going now.." he mumbled, a terrified tone lingering in his voice. Desmond gave him a sad look, "I can help you, Zwei. Why will you not accept my offer?" "It is going behind Sullivan's back, and I cannot do such thing.. Do you have any idea what he'd do if he found out you and I were in cahoots with each other?" Zwei whispered. "He'd see right through my lies and acting like glass, can't do it! I just can't..."

Desmond sighed, rubbing his thumb over the back of Zwei's hand. "I'll visit twice a month, I'm sure we'll be great.. friends..." Desmond'a heart hurt at the last word, wishing that they could be more than that. Though he had only met this beautiful creature a few hours ago, he had fallen deeply in love. He raised Zwei's hand to his mouth as he gently kissed it before caressing the younger's cheek and leaned in.

"DAMN YOU!!"

Zwei flinched heavily and Desmond turned his head, fixing his tie as Sullivan stormed up to them both. Zwei gulped, gasping as Sullivan grabbed him by his wrist. The man tried to keep his anger in control as the Prince and Princess along with the Duchess came from the side room hearing all the noise. "Sullivan! What happened?!" Princess Amelia questioned. Sullivan grit his teeth, if looks could kill Desmond would be dead 9 times over. "If you ever get near Zwei again, Desmond, I will harm you in ways that have not even been invented." Sullivan mumbled, knowing only his little brother could hear him. The younger male grinned, turning on his heels and walking away. "Zwei and I will be leaving. Now." Sullivan grumbled, dragging his husband along.

Getting back inside their room, Sullivan snatched Zwei by his arm, slapping him across the face. "YOU FUCKING HARLOT! WHO DO TOU THINK YOU ARE?!" He yelled, a murderous look in his eyes. "Every damn time I show you kindness, you think you're free to do whatever you want, I give you an inch and you go a fucking mile!!!" "I-I didn't-!" Zwei was cut off, "I AM DONE LISTENING TO YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSES!!" Sullivan raised his fist before stopping himself, a grin forming on his face.

Zwei had worn only a pair of tights that the legging part had been cut off at the beginning of his thigh. Sitting on a soft pillow, his hands and feet had been bound together while a cloth covered his eyes.

Sullivan walked in with what seemed to be multiple people from Zwei's perspective. "Alright, so where do you want it?" A man with a thick southern accent asked Sullivan. "Right here," Zwei felt a finger tap on the side of his thigh, flinching from the sudden contact. "You sure you wanna do this?" Someone else asked, clearly they weren't of high status by their terrible grammar. "Yes. I've tried everything to get him from sleeping around but he just doesn't listen," Sullivan sighed. "I-I haven't s-slept with anyone bu-but you!!" Zwei defended himself. "This one's talkative.. Welp, how about we start now?" The man with an accent asked rhetorically. Metal clanking and shuffling was heard as Zwei felt someone turn him on his side and hold him down. He felt the radiation of heat near the skin on his thigh moving away from it quickly. The grip on his leg tightened as he was pinned down and the heat returned as a gag was stuffed into his mouth.

Muffled bloodcurdling screams left his mouth as he bit into the gag.

Unable to move from the pressure on his body made him shed nothing but hopeless tears into the cloth while Yohan Estate Crest was branded into his thigh.

(If u see this uploaded more than once jus know I had some technical difficulties...)