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Matt's toes curled up as the constant pain occurred in different places, like his inner thigh, the back of his leg, his bicep, and such. Matt sucked in a deep breath, ready for more as he watched his young brother very closely. Chris, who picked up a smoking habit during their time in LA, brought his cigarette back down to Matt's skin, this time on Matt's inner bicep where his cigarette has never touched before.
"You have such a beautiful body. It's a shame you like to ruin it." He spoke, his words slurring just a little bit.
Matt whimpered at his brother's words before letting out a loud cry once he finally felt the sudden burn. His brother put out the cigarette finally, twisting it which would create such an ugly scar. But Matt loved it. He found a weird fascination in the pain. His moans were wild as was his desperation for his brother to talk to him some more. He didn't care if Chris was saying nice praises or harsh words, he loved every bit of it. It went along great with the torture that the burning caused.
"Mmm-" Matt looked at Chris.
Without realizing it, he was pouting, he was sad, devastated even.
"Pl-please.." He whimpered, his hand reaching out for more. Chris stepped back, admiring the view of his naked brother begging for a simple touch, anything to please him even if it means pain. Matt was so desperate for someone to get him off that he allows his own brother to put his cigarettes out on him. "How sick." Chris smirked to himself. Matt could feel himself blush.
"You like this? It's pathetic." Chris smirked, ready to take his lighter and torture his brother some more.
"Please, please, please." Matt moaned, frantically squirming as the vibrator was held in place against his ball sack. It was all overwhelming for him, he could cry.
"Go on, Matt. Use your words." Chris smirked.
A cloud of relief came over Matt the moment Nick walked into the room, shocked to see Matt a writhing mess on his own bed.
"Matt?"
"Nick, Nicky please." Matt choked on a sob.
"What is it baby?" Nick said, a fake pout on his face yet he sounded genuinely concerned. He walked over to Matt's bed. "Is Chris neglecting you?" He asked, shooting his brother a glare.
"Y-yeahhh" Matt cried. "I- I need"
"Tell me honey, tell me what you need." Nick said, his hand wrapped around Matt's twitching, angrily red cock.
"I need to c-cum please." Matt sobbed.
Nick glared at Chris once again. "Really? You're not letting him cum? What'd he do?"
Chris' smirk was devilish, as he shrugged. "Nothing. I just like seeing him cry."
"You're awful." Nick said, his voice low. His attention turned back to Matt, turning off the vibrator since he knew it must have been driving Matt crazy. "Go ahead honey, cum for me." Matt's toes curled, his back arching as he felt like he was forcing himself to piss. That's how badly he needed to cum. It was like he held in a very long pee and it was starting to hurt. Very bad.
He can always count on Nick for saving him from such a terrible thing such as denying his orgasm for Chris' own pleasure.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Matt breathed out, sweat dripping from his forehead. Nick still stroked Matt's cock, admiring every drop as his other hand wiped Matt's tears from his face. "Shh. You're alright, sweet face." Nick said, his voice soft and sweet. Even though Matt heard him, Nick knew for certain he'd continue to thank him at least fifty more times throughout the night. This was common in the Sturniolo household.