Saturday, October 19th; 5am (CW)

(Demetri’s POV)
“Noooo! Please mama! Don’t do this!”
A young boy in his teens screams and fights as he is dragged down the hallway by an older woman and man to an open door. His fight intensifies as they enter the room.
“Don’t do this! Please! What have I done to deserve this?!”
He stops his fight just long enough to look up through his right eye. I roll uncomfortably in my bed as the pain this young lad is already in creeps into my body. His sight holds the telltale signs of his left eye being swollen as his vision is partially blurred and it’s painful to open. The man that held one arm of the teen lets go as the child freezes in terror.
“You have no right to say a thing about what happens in this room between us. You have a harsh lesson to learn in keeping your mouth shut.”
A grown man twice the boy’s size growls as he towers over him. His mother lets go of his hands before hurriedly leaving the room. The sounds of the door clicking shut and a bolt on the outside being locked meets my ears.
“Please dad. It was only us at breakfast.”
He pleads quietly but I can feel deep inside him that he knows it’s hopeless.
“Daddy please.” He whimpers as his tears involuntarily fall.
“Two days ago you fought your oldest brother. He went easy on you.”
“Broken ribs are going easy on me?” He interrupts in a whisper.
Within seconds he’s on the floor crying from a hard punch to the side of his face.
“Kristoph has been begging to play a little game with you. One that only adults engage in. While a male sibling doing this to his brother is a bit archaic, even for me, when I asked him what he wanted to give you for your birthday this is what he wanted to share with you.”
He chuckles evilly as the boy attempts to crawl backwards to the door.
“Is it comical to think that Kristoph raping you is archaic when I taught him how to rape? I personally took the virginity of all three of my girls the day after their tenth birthday. It was after I beat the shit out of him for sodomizing you three years ago that I tied Ashley up in just her night clothes to the bed in this office. I had long ago diminished any thoughts she had of fighting against what was going to happen to her. I used the link to tell him how to do it and supervised him during the rape of all three of his sisters. Ashley and Krista handled him with only some mild whimpers but Chloe being the youngest and smallest had the roughest time. Apparently he has a bit of a size difference as I had been raping Chloe monthly for two years by then.
After a year of rotating between each of his sisters he started getting bored. He wanted more. My solution was to start using him to punish the preshifts. When a parent, usually the father, called requesting a paddling I would set a date and time for them to bring me their daughter. She would get locked in this room, tied to the desk and, to prevent any suspicion, she would receive her age to her bare ass. The girls always scream during corporal punishment so instead of adding hits I added Kristoph.
It’s taken me years to accept his bisexual desires, but last year I started allowing him to experiment with his male on male desires. As a loving father I wasn’t willing to just let him do whatever he wanted as that could be traumatic and dangerous for him. I explored the pack and came up with three homosexuals that were interested in casual sex. Kris and I met with all three men and I laid out the rules. If Kris really wanted to explore this side of his sexuality then he must learn first, by receiving. I did this because I have learned through your mother that accepting someone through the back door can be very damaging and I didn’t want that. I laid out the rules, the main one being no injuries, and allowed the four of them to decide how to teach him. After six months of doing everything with these three men I allowed him to take his first male preshift as punishment for screaming during his belting.
Unlike when I deliver corporal punishment, the victims are allowed to scream and cry while they are being raped as I’ve yet to find anyone who doesn’t and he needed to get used to it. Now, after a year of practice, he gets to try his skills on you.
If there’s anything I have taught all of you kids is that I live up to my word. You have my word that this will only happen once. You take this like a man, let Kris do whatever he wants for thirty minutes, and this lesson will be over. I’ll even get you started in warrior training.
Now, you get to make a choice. Get naked, bend over the desk and submit to being his bitch and he’ll take his time. It will hurt. There’s no doubt about that but he has been trained well on how not to injure the one he’s assaulting. I’ll even give you the freedom to cry as long as you don’t fight him. But, if you refuse to submit…”
He pauses as he finally notices the young boy has pressed himself against the door. He’s bawling in fear yet knows there’s no way out.
“If you refuse to cooperate. Well, it’s going to happen either way. It’s all about the amount of pain you get to endure.”
It’s as he finishes that another man, only a third smaller than the first, emerges from the bedroom. The boy rushes to his feet, facing his brother with bravery no child should ever have to find. He fights valiantly within the confines of the room but it’s not enough. His broken body screams as both his father and brother land repeated hits that he can’t escape. It’s only when he’s flung against the desk that the chaos comes to a pause but it’s no reprieve. His arms are grabbed by his father and chained to the desk. It’s only when he looks up that I realize how diminished his sight has now become. His face is so battered and swollen that he’s mostly blind.
Everything screams in pain. A level of pain that I am unable to compare with any battle I have experienced and I grew up during the war times. I started fighting to maintain our borders from the ferals and rogues as soon as I turned sixteen. Yet nothing I encountered compares to the mental and physical pain that this young teen is going through.
The room is now silent. All that is heard is the shuffling of Kristoph’s feet. His hands grasp the sides of the boy’s hips as he tugs him away from the desk. His hands can be felt snaking their way around his pants, unbuttoning them before allowing them to fall to the ground. The boy whimpers as his hand finds the opening in his boxers. He strains against the leather straps that bind him to the desk as his brother’s hand moves between his legs.
“Please don’t do this.”
He whimpers softly before he yelps and screams. He fights a battle he can not win as his manhood is crushed within the fist of his brother. Thirty seconds seems like a lifetime before the boy is released from his torment. Only he’s not done. His boxers are pushed to the floor before the sound of a zipper and clothing falling to the floor renews his fight. He yelps and screams as his bare skin is touched. It’s only when a force from behind slams his stomach into the desk that he hurls.
I wake from the dream suddenly. It only takes me a few seconds to gain my bearings and dart for the bathroom. My prayer to the porcelain god is fortunately short lived as I find myself standing in front of the sink, brushing my teeth, just a minute later. I can’t help but ponder the nightmare I just woke from as I’ve never experienced such a thing before. I know that was Cole, Charles and Kristoph in that room but he never mentioned being raped by his brother. Was he so traumatized that he forgot it even happened? It’s a struggle to say the least as I have no idea how it is I even ended up dreaming his reality. How do I know it’s even real?
I shake my head as I put my toothbrush away. I make my way back to my bed and lay back under the covers. Everything is quiet in the pack house and I feel like I haven’t slept at all. Looking at the clock I barely register that it’s 5am before closing my eyes and being greeted by peaceful blackness.