BEWARE: some sexual teasing 

As days passed, and weeks went slowly by, time ceased to exist for me, making me feel trapped. Like that; I was having the sensation, but to my utter realization barely few hours gone by. Glancing at the two boys from the chamber, my eyes were starting to roam all over, trying to not feel Emilian hollow stare into mine. He was chained by the wall as a dog, shivering and squatting in a corner, looking lost. On the other side Oliver mind was absent, like an empty vessel. While his human appearance, was like; putting me in to a trance, as he pulled me in. His mind was as blank as a sheet of unused paper. Unreadable, staying still like a doll, on his bottom, his hands limp beside his body and sprawled. His head lean on a side, while his eyes staring in oblivion.

Sighing, I crouched down, moving away his tangled strands of hair; which were soaked in slime and blood. He looked astounding beautifully. His cheeks were pale, but defined, but my eyes trailed toward his lips. Which were rose and ample, ready to take a handful in my mouth, sucking them plump. Licking my bottom lip, for the first time! My heart was pounding in my chest; feeling attracted to him and making me feel odd, his seraphic shape for a reason aroused me.

"If I wouldn't know, I would think you're ready to let him fuck you raw, here and now!"

Hearing Yves voice, I blushed, feeling the heat rise. My cheeks were burning, but I only rolled my eyes, discarding Yves words. Love, sex and kissing someone, for me, was sadly impossible. One taste of my saliva would kill anyone.

"You know..." I open my mouth to say something, but Emilian gasping, as he moved slightly made me to stop. "I should wash both of them", I continued, holding the rag in my hand.

"I wash Oliver!" Yves intervened, rolling up his work shirt, while Ethan was pulling after him the hose, looking all dramatic. Snickering, I stood up throwing the rag to him, moving toward the other corner. "Yes, you wash that thing there!" Yves made a disgraceful sign toward where Emilian was trying now to get away how much possible he could, but it was impossible. He was trapped between two walls of steel and the chain wasn't long enough. Under him was a pool of pee and feces, while his face was stained with tears and dirt.

"Give me the hose, Ethan!" I said reaching my hand, trembling toward the boy, which obliged my command. "Forgive me..."I placed the hose into his direction, turning the knob, but as the first drops of cold water hit his skin, his screams flooded the room, making unable to go further, washing. I was afraid touching him, to see his thoughts and feelings, and washing him like this, made me feel pity. He wasn't an animal, was my little brother, trapped as a rat.

"I will wash both with my cute boy," Yves said making his favorite eye sign, the all known wink, while hopeless I let go of the hose hitting the floor. "Natty, you go and rest your eyes a bit. We got it!" His tongue came up and now I was afraid actually to leave.

"Do not worry, daddy!" Hearing the last word my mouth dropped instantly; at the same time Yves face remained still. "I won't let daddy number two, to hurt my uncle." He said confidently making me laugh while ruffling his hair, making Ethan whine.

"Our son just called me poo!" Yves chuckling told me, shaking his head, as he pushed me out.

"Poo?" I heard as I walked out, glancing a last time to Emilian, which looked terrified. "No daddy! Number two." They continued. Seeing them, remind me maybe was hope in this curse.

Walking at a snail pace, I rubbed my eyes, closing the door behind me and going straight into my room, discarding of all my cloths that were filled with a stench of blood. My head felt in a haze and my body felt like was grasped by a state of drowsiness, apathy and extreme emaciation. 'Fuck!' I spat, while tripped and fell on the floor, nearby my bed, but too tired to even to get up and sit on the bed. I hoped to be surrounded by a dreamless darkness, that it...

To my distress something woke me up abruptly. Was a silhouette hovering above me, with a vile vibe, blowing hot air on my neck, sniffing my body! Glancing at the small clock with the corner of my eye, felt like slept for days, but barely been fifteen minutes of bliss.

Our eyes met, while my breath caught in my throat, feeling as my body arched, as his fingers began to toy with my body! Like he was trying to remember each part of me, and "taste" me with his fingertips. As the door closed, the light started to fade away, both being embraced by darkness. It was a deep abyssal silence between us, as it was breached by my heavy breathing that started to accelerate, like my pulse.

His fingers started to roam between my thighs, gripping my flesh, while letting a small peek on my abdomen. A moan slipped between my lips, making me feeling shameful. A new sensation, unknown took over me, it was lust. I could feel his erection, rubbing against my groin, making my breathing hitch. His ashy electrifying eyes, enchanted me. I was craving for his wet lips, to devour mine.

At the realization that I wanted this too, his lips and tongue followed the trail of his fingers, dropping kisses and gently sucking my skin as he glided down my body. The heat of his lips and tongue mixed with the coldness of the floor, while the water showered both of us made me moan. He placed a finger upon my mouth and asked me to suck it, while his other hand slid down and his fingers curled around my shaft.

"Oh my, you have such a sticky tongue! He whispered in my ear in a husky tone, biting it until I let out a painful yelp, as strands of blood ooze down my neck. At that moment, into his stormy eyes, I looked so vulnerable, as slowly our fingers joined together.

I could not say a single word, beside some unacceptable sounds that escaped my mouth, making me feel like my all body was on fire.

He started kissing my neck in a slow, hot movement, sucking my skin gently. He felt my intake of breath, as he continued going down on my chest. His hungry lips founded my nipples and started sucking them.

I moaned, feeling my knees feeble, but at that moment I just bit my bottom lip to keep from making noises; that made me feel ashamed of my body reactions, seeing how he stared at me.

He was hungry... He controlled my body with his touches. Sadly I knew was just a dream...

"Babe, this is not a dream!" He said standing up on his knees.

"Theon!" I suddenly shouted, covering my mouth and suddenly losing my hardness, as reality hit me hard. "You fool, you will..."

"Die?" He tilted his head, chuckling devilish, taking out his wet strands from his face, while the door slams and Yves whistles. "Do not worry, babe, your sweet venom can't kill me." He told me as the light shined into his eyes and face; like switching off a light bulb, fainting upon me, making a gasp. Hitting me with his knee, as Yves burst in a heavy laugh.

"Crushed nuts!"

Biting my lip, I lifted my hand and showed him the middle finger as he was pulling Oliver from me and giving me a blanket to cover up. The pain dissipated fast, due my healing power, that the mutt! Gave it to me.

"Daddy's!" Heard Ethan voice as the toiled flushed. "The boy is gone?"

"It is here!" In a husky voice I shouted, watching Yves wiggling his eyebrows, knowing well he let him go. He wanted to see what would happen further after seeing my lustful face in the chamber. Oliver soften, as he started to suck his thumb, like a young boy, cuddling in my arms.

"He woke up and asked for you..." Yves said innocently, sticking his tongue to me.

It was clear now; all four will be the death of me...