Summary: Joel pushed himself backwards slowly, desperate to escape his brother. And hide the fact that he was getting turned on. Benji followed Joel until they reached the wall. Picking his twin up easily, Benji shoved him up against the wall roughly.
Benji shoved Joel back angrily, watching his brother trip over the edge of a coffee table before standing over him with brooding eyes.
“You fucking say you love me and then you go and kiss Matt?! How the fuck can that be forgiven, Joel!?” Benji exclaimed, choking back the tears that threatened to fall at any moment.
Joel pushed himself backwards slowly, desperate to escape his brother. And hide the fact that he was getting turned on. Benji followed Joel until they reached the wall. Picking his twin up easily, Benji shoved him up against the wall roughly.
“Benj… I still love you…” Joel leaned forward in an attempt to pull Benji into a soft kiss, but Benji pushed him away.
“You don’t fucking love me!” Benji yelled.
He stopped quickly as he heard to door open and saw Tony come in. Both Benji and Joel faced Tony and smiled.
“Hi Tony!” they greeted in unison, straightening their clothes quickly.
“Were my boys arguing?” Tony asked in a low voice, stepping slowly towards the twins. When he received no reply he pushed Benji up against the wall with a gentle force. “Well? Were my boys arguing?” he repeated, grabbing Benji’s package and squeezing hard.
Benji screamed in pain and shook his head frantically. Tony squeezed harder.
“Tell the truth, Benjamin. You know it’ll be easier on you both.” Tony lifted Benji off the floor. Tears sprung to Benji’s eyes, and knowingly he nodded and sighed when Tony put him down. “Good boy. Now give me a kiss.”
Benji leant in and kissed Tony deeply, his tongue fucking the mouth he knew so well and could usually get moans out of. But no moans came out, no emotion what-so-ever. Benji groaned when he pulled away, missing the tingles Tony usually sent through his spine.
Tony glowered at Benji. “You expect passion from me when you fought with your brother? You expect me to REWARD either of you?!” he slapped Benji sharply across the face.
“N-No, Master…” Benji stammered, touching his cheek lightly.
“And you. Joel. I see that erection! Whatever happened to self control?! Did I give you permission to be turned on!? NO!” storming over to Joel, Tony shoved him back onto the lounge and ripped his shirt off harshly. Joel whimpered and shrunk back from Tony.
“I’m sorry, Master… I… It just happened…” Joel stuttered, pouting softly and squirming as Tony straddled his hips.
“Come here, Benji.” Tony ordered, climbing off Joel.
Benji walked over to the lounge. “Yes, Master?” he asked, looking at Tony in hopes of something good happening, rather than a punishment.
“Carry Joel into my room.” Tony walked ahead into the bedroom and pulled a small lever, he watched as a cage about the height of himself. It wasn’t big in width, though. He unlocked it with a small key that was on his bedside table and grinned as Benji bought Joel in.
“Would you like me to put him in, Master?” Benji asked, looking at his twin, then at Tony.
“No. Put him on the bed.” Tony replied sinisterly.
Benji dropped Joel on the bed and stepped back slowly. Tony walked over to Benji and kissed him, roughly forcing his tongue into the older mans mouth. As he did he pulled Benji’s belt off, letting the leather at the top edge graze over his skin and leave a red mark. Once the belt was off Tony stepped back over to the bed and rolled Joel over, hitting his back hard with the belt, the slap echoing through the room. Joel cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, gripping the blanket below him.
Sitting on Joel’s torso with his back to his face, Tony looked at Benji. “Strip.” He ordered.
Benji slowly stripped, each item of clothing lying at his feet in a pile. Tony grinned as he lightly stroked Joel’s member, still covered in the thick material of his dickies. Joel let out a low moan. In return, Tony reached back and slapped him hard.
Tony climbed off of Joel and led Benji over to the cage, standing him just outside the door of it and keeping his gaze steadily on Benji’s.
“I…” Benji started nervously, his hands behind his back nervously.
“You’re no longer counted as a human in this house, Benjamin.” Tony decided suddenly. “Get on all fours. You don’t speak, you don’t sit on lounges or sleep in beds. You’re a dog. That’s all you are.”