“Yes, father would bring us into his study for one of his lessons.”

“I think that’s understating it. He would have you fuck me while he watched, your goal was to get him to orgasm. Howard would watch from the door, jerking off as you pounded me over his desk.”

“The fact that he’s getting hard just listening to us reminisce over it, proves how much of a pervert he really is,” Blaine pointed out.

“Yes, and the fact that he always came back later at night and took me again for himself.”

“Is this why he’s here?” Trey asked, trying to absorb the information that Blaine and Dean were once regular sex partners.

“Partly, this is both his punishment and his reward for good behavior,” Dean explained.

He pulled out of his mouth and worked his way to his rear, sticking his fingers in to make sure he was stretched out enough. His light grunts made Trey look down at Blaine’s crotch, realizing the act was uncomfortable for him because Dean was the one doing it. So, that’s how it was?

“It wasn’t all bad, right Blaine? Some of those sessions were really enjoyable. Sometimes I wonder if you’re resigned to only admit to the bad ones. What about Trey? I’m sure you love imagining him beneath you?”

Trey then realized something else, Dean was fishing. If they had sex as much as he thought, then he would instantly know that Blaine wasn’t a top with someone he was sincere with. He only did top to satisfy his desires, not his heart.

Blaine looked stoic, like Dean had hit a nerve, but his eyes showed a flurry of emotions he hadn’t seen before. Trey suspected at one point or currently, that Blaine probably thought what he felt for Dean and Dean felt for him was just sexual friction. It was only Trey that realized it wasn’t, their love wasn’t like the love that Trey and he had come to recognize, but it was still love. This realization stoked a deep jealousy inside him.

Wait, backtrack, did he just admit to himself that he loved Blaine? Well shit, now he couldn’t back out no matter what. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen.

“Then perhaps you need another lesson?” Trey suggested, finally succumbing to his need to put Dean in his place.

Blaine’s eyes darted to him, not sure how to act. Dean wavered, not sure either. “I’m not sure what you mean?” Dean asked.

Trey stood, unbuttoning his shirt a bit and slowly walked towards him. He came up behind him and gently stroked his muscle down to his butt. Dean was on high alert, allowing his touch but being watchful of Blaine. So he was afraid to piss him off? That was the difference, Trey didn’t mind because he would accept his punishments and deal with the aftermath.

“I think you need to learn who the Dom here is exactly.”

“What?” he asked startled. He grabbed a hold of his hips with one arm and used his other hand to stroke his large cock. The startled moans got Howard hard, his own cock convulsing with excitement.

“You’re so focused on getting a good fuck from Blaine, I think you’ve forgotten that his dick isn’t the only one here. Kind of makes me jealous, but only for a moment. Let me give you a better memory, one that Blaine would be happy to reenact.”

His body shivered with anticipation as he helped him position his cock into Howard’s ass. Trey locked eyes with Blaine, happy to see the burning jealousy of his touch on Dean’s ass.

“Now put it in, slowly.”

Dean slowly inched his cock into Howard, gasping with satisfaction with every inch as Howard cried out due to his size. When he was finally all the way in, Trey slapped his ass. This earned a jolt forward which surprised Howard who made more noises and Dean began to thrust back and forth.

“That’s it, feel your cock inside him.” His eyes remained locked on Blaine’s as his own eyes darted back and forth between him and Dean’s thrusts.

His right hand slid over Dean’s back, going slowly down until he reached his ass once more and gently squeezed, earning a slightly louder moan of approval. He watched as Blaine breathed heavily, both in anger and a hidden desire of lust.

Howard let out pleasuring grunts, his cock leaking with pre-cum as Dean thrust into him, hitting his sensitive spot over and over again. The act making Howard’s legs shake, his thighs super tight in response as his hole constricted on Dean’s cock.

Dean let out a satisfied moan as he thrust. “Yes! You like this don’t you daddy? Is this how you felt every time you fucked me? Ugh, is this what you wanted to do to me every time you saw Blaine fucking me instead of you?”

Trey felt at a boiling point as he unbuttoned his pants. Blaine glared into his eyes and then relaxed, seeming to finally give him permission. His gaze never left him as he placed his fingers against Dean’s ass and stroked intently.

“Joining in?” Dean asked in a huff.

“Didn’t I already?” he asked, shoving his fingers in and stretching him out. This earned an overexcited response from Dean as he suddenly came inside Howard, not stopping even though they were both were dripping onto the floor.

Trey stretched and stretched him, his moans getting louder as his face became redder from the heat. He could see from where he was at, that Blaine was getting hard, but the look in his eyes remained conflicted.

“You said Howard receives this as both a punishment and a reward right?” he asked Dean. Dean simply murmured a response as he was already concentrated on what Trey’s fingers were doing. “Then let’s make this playdate even better.”

He pulled Dean from Howard and brought him around until he was in front of Howard, leaning against the pillory. Howard looked down at them with wide eyes as he forced Dean to his knees, getting total submission. Trey’s eyes locked with Blaine as he positioned himself and then shoved his cock into Dean’s hole.

Dean let out a surprised half scream-half moan, which led to Blaine visibly twitching. He thrust hard, noticing that Howard was already turned on as he watched Dean cry out in pleasure. Howard’s cock twitched and released over the floor as Trey forcibly shoved himself inside Dean until he came.

The action, which was demeaning for Dean, made Dean want to punish Howard. As a result he went back to his ass and thrust into him with rage until he earned sobs. Trey walked over to Blaine, who hadn’t moved an inch and studied him.

It seemed like his body was frozen, unable to move to participate in breathing until it all came to an end. He kneeled down and nuzzled into his pants, feeling his thick and hard shaft heat his cheek through his clothes.

“Did that turn you on? Watching me fuck him?” he asked.

Blaine looked down at him, the rage still there. He knew it, he was jealous. Of what act, he wasn’t sure. Was he jealous because he fucked Dean? Was he jealous because it was Dean? Or was he jealous because Dean had touched what was his? Perhaps it was just because he had touched Dean?

His chest heaved as his eyes landed on Dean who was still forcibly taking Howard. He was lost in his shame and anger, too lost to notice them anymore. He unzipped Blaine’s pants and began licking his sacks, sucking softly.

Even though he was still mad, the fire not fading from his eyes, Trey heard a deep moan finally release from Blaine. The sound startled Dean, who snapped his head in their direction and watched as Trey sucked on him.

Blaine’s hand landed on his head, pulling him closer as if desperate to keep him as close as possible. Trey’s hands found his ass cheeks under his pants and then pulled them down to his ankles.

He sucked him, taking him into his mouth fully and watched as Blaine’s expression became filled with pleasure as he let out louder moans and huffs of ecstasy. Dean watched the interaction, completely overcome with longing and need.

He pulled out of Howard, leaving him behind like he was just another piece of furniture in the room until he reached Blaine’s side and kneeled to the floor. He stroked himself, watching as Blaine succumbed to Trey’s advances.

When Blaine let out one last final shout of release, his load spilling into his throat, Dean came into his hand. Trey swallowed, and then glared at Dean dominantly.

“Remember this well Dean, he belongs to me now.”

The threat was very clear as Dean finally realized the significance of what had just happened and swallowed. He watched submissively as Trey gently leaned Blaine down on the couch with his legs raised and slowly entered him.

He kept his eyes glued on Dean’s reactions as he fucked Blaine in front of him in the most tormenting slowest way possible. Still, Dean jerked off again and again as he watched. It seemed at least one of his siblings was open to the idea of just accepting his dominance.

Blaine tried to hold it in, knowing Dean was watching, but couldn’t as Trey seemed to be pushing into his most sensitive spots. Trey finally let his eyes leave Dean and nibbled at Blaine’s earlobe, finally succumbing to his ever growing need to make it known that Blaine was his and his alone. He really didn’t like sharing.

As he climaxed, he bit into Blaine’s shoulder, leaving his mark for his siblings to see. Then in one hard thrust, he released into him and kissed his neck. Dean panted, his erection not fading and his face flushed in torment at Blaine moaning Trey’s name.

“So, Dean, what did you learn from this?” Trey asked.

“He’s yours now,” he let out breathlessly, twitching as he said it.

“And?”

“You’re in charge of him and you alone.”

“Good. Next one of you who wants to be accepting can participate as well, just let me know when you come to a decision and get back to me.”

The jab was apparent as Blaine pushed against his chest in protest to move him off, but he refused to budge.

“Yes sir.”

At his response, Trey moved and Blaine followed. He tried to hide his embarrassment as he pulled his pants up and fixed his clothes. Without a word, he left the basement, leaving Trey behind.

Dean watched him go, the sadness in his eyes surprised Trey. Did he overstep? Was there something else he had missed? It seemed like Dean had a sexual and instinctual desire to be with Blaine, but Blaine was only aroused by the acts he watched. He had no interest in actually following through with them, except when it came to watching Trey do it for him. He needed a vessel of sorts to act out his desires, at least when it came to his family anyway.

“You should tend to him, even if he’s upset with you.”

The suggestion should have irritated him since it came from Dean, but looking at the worry on Dean’s face, it made Trey anxious. Without pressing, he followed up the stairs and went back to the room.

He heard the shower running and went to open the door, but stopped short. He could hear the desperate sobs echoing in the bathroom and retracted his hand. It was clear that he felt ashamed, but why Trey didn’t understand. He hadn’t done anything sexual directly with Dean, he made sure of it. So why was he so upset? Did he want to?

He sat on the edge of bed, trying to wrap his head around it because he truly thought he had understood what was going on. It was clear he still didn’t and that was upsetting Trey uncontrollably.

When Blaine came out and crawled into bed without saying so much as a word, falling into a deep slumber, he knew he had messed up. Was this going to be the end between them? He could only dwell in his own thoughts as he showered and crawled into bed next to him.

In the morning he woke to find Blaine missing from bed, which alarmed him. When he went out for breakfast, he was sitting at the table speaking with the rest of them like last night had never happened. Even Dean was the same, and something unsettling occurred to him. What if his breakdown was a sign of his feelings rather than his rejection?

It was a hard pill to swallow as he took a seat and Leon handed him his food. Whatever transpired between all these siblings and their father, had deeply marked Blaine for life. So deeply that whenever he felt even the slightest bit of affection for one of them, he felt repulsed by it enough to break down entirely.

The act, the expressions, the conflicts, were all just tools to mask something he was hiding from everyone else but himself. Trey paused and looked up at the siblings, his eyes drifting around the table until they fell on Blaine. He tried to hide his suspicion immediately and reached for his orange juice.

He had an inkling what Blaine was hiding, but had no proof. If he was right, he understood to a degree the complicated mixture of affection and torment being twisted together. He didn’t want to think that their father had been so twisted, but at the rate things were going, he had to assume.

Even as the morning progressed into afternoon, and the siblings said their goodbyes, he studied Blaine’s reaction with each of them. He was closest with Dean, but openly showed the most affection to his youngest sibling Connor. While he was affectionate with his sister’s, he maintained a distance from them physically. He wasn’t sure if it was intentional or subconscious since he couldn’t read his reactions well.

The middle sibling was the only one he neither pulled away from nor was openly affectionate with. It seemed more professional, than personal. All the while, he noticed a significant change in the way Dean leaned in towards himself when he wandered around. He internally smirked, pleased he left him with a good impression.

Even as they boarded the helicopter to return from their weekend away, Blaine remained distant and silent. He wasn’t bothered by his siblings connecting with him at all, or at least didn’t show it. The silence made Trey wonder and ponder if he really had overstepped or just crossed into an unknown zone with Blaine.

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