The hurtful words fell from his lips before he could stop them. Bhabhi Tom’s was running out of hot water, and Oliver had decided to be nice to his little brother. “Good boy. Salvation was soon. Really quite big.” He leaned down and gently sucked at the shaft, then sat back up. He cried harder and the edges of his vision started to haze. Tom’s bottom lip quivered and he slammed the door. It was nothing more than blood and stomach acid, his throat was on fire from the acidic mix and yet, he still screamed. His brother was…wanking off…to HIM. Tom’s bottom lip quivered and he slammed the door. “Scared of me?”
“Very.” Tom answered truthfully. He shook his head, trying to wiggle free, though he knew his bids for freedom were pointless. He felt that he would one day make it up.
