[He makes a ragged noise, too pained and soft and miserable to be a scream.]

[It's not going to stop. Not until he gives his brother what he wants. He closes his eyes and turns his face away and down, hating himself for being weak. For being helpless. Feeling guilty and gross for giving in so easily. His voice rough and uneven around tears and pain and humiliation.]

Master. You're my master. I'm beneath you. I'm... Yours. Please take them out.