It was a paintbrush with gold residue on the bristles.
"Gene!" I shouted. "What have you done? Where is he?"
Before I could control it, my asthma returned tenfold and I gasped for breath while my mind went through all the different scenarios of what he could have done to my innocent little brother.
"Stop," he commanded me and I had no choice but to stand still as he set the paintbrush back down. "On your knees, boy."
My legs turned to jelly while my lungs were on fire from not being able to breathe properly. I was suffocating and there was nothing I could do about it.
Gene.
What had he done to Gene?
The monster. The fucker. The demon.
I hated him. I hated him with all my might.
"You know what you need to do," he said and guided himself into my mouth. His dick seared my insides. My eyes went so blurry I couldn't even see anymore. All I could do was cry and blow my master. "Don't you?"
I nodded, barely, but I nodded.
"Speak up!" he shouted.
I pulled back long enough to say "Yes, master," and then he drove himself into my mouth once again.
"Good. And don't worry, boy. Your brother is fine. For now."
I closed my eyes and fresh tears ran down my cheeks.
"As long as you do what you need to do, he'll be fine. Consider him a…an insurance for your continued devotion."
I tried to breathe but I was still having an asthma attack. He wouldn't let me go until I made him come.
And that was what I did. Brought him all the way to absolution and just when he was about to spill, he pulled out, released me from my command and he came in his palm.
I immediately reached for my inhaler and took a puff and counted down. Counted down to what felt like the end.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three…
I exhaled, unable to hold it in any longer.
I had to find a way to free myself. I had to free myself and save my brother.
It was now or never.
