A killer, who is a lion, has kidnapped me and my older brother, both leopard black panthers. I was only six years old and my brother was 13. The killer puts us in a basement where he spends his days pleasuring himself with us whenever he feels like it. He will stop having sex with me, however, if my brother asks for it. Sometimes he makes him beg hard for it, but ultimately, he will stop fucking me and do my brother instead if he pleads enough. This is all a ruse of course, the killer doesn't actually care about my brother's concerns, he is trying to create a dependency in my mind. To make me feel as though I can always depend on my brother. This works. Over the days I come to know that my brother always has my back, that I can depend and rely on my brother, even if there is no one else in the world to rely on. My brother soon becomes my world and I trust in him with all my heart to protect me.


During this time the killer also sometimes unlock me from the chains in the makeshift dungeon area he keeps us in to have me watch videos with him. He shows me videos of people dying and teaches me of what death is and how people never return when they die. He makes sure I know of the permanent, irreversible cessation of death. This all goes over the head of my young mind, but one day the realization washes over me and I get scared and tell the killer that I don't want to die. The killer smiles.


This all comes to a head one day when the killer comes into the basement where me and my brother are chained and announces that he has grown bored with us and is going to kill us. We naturally start to cry and beg for our lives, to return home to our families, but our tearful requests are ignored, and the killer starts to fuck my brother's ass. He has a hacksaw in his hand and brings it up to my brother's neck. My brother starts to really freak out and struggle and fight off the killer more, but the killer is stronger and bigger than him. I myself am crying harder, knowing what death is now, knowing that my brother may soon be gone and that he will never ever return to me. The one pillar in my life I have to rely on, the one person left I can trust and find comfort in will soon be gone. My mind cracks and I lose it. The room is filled with crying and shaking and panicking. The killer ignores it all and starts to hack away at my brother's throat. My brother gurgles and clenches at the hacksaw but only gets his hands injured and bloody in the process. The killer keeps hacking away while fucking my brother and then, once my brother's head is fully separated from his body, he cums hard.


I can do nothing but sit there and sob, my leg chafed and bloody from struggling against the chain so much. The day has become the worst day in my life by far and the killer still isn't done with me yet. He takes his cock out of my dead brother's hole, passes him over to me, and then commands me to fuck him. I just sit there weeping in disbelief of what I just heard. The killer gets angry and brings the hacksaw up to my throat and demands that I fuck my brother now or be killed, too. Fear makes me grab hold of my brother and start to hump against him. Nothing much happens though, and with a sigh the killer reaches into his pocket and takes out a blue pill. He commands me to eat it. I do, and soon after my body starts to feel hot and fuzzy inside. My cock surges out of its sheath as hot and red as it can be and soon, I find myself entering into my brother's still slightly gaped anus leaking the killer's cum. The pressure feels good on my penis and even though my mind is still not mentally there and in agony, pleasure overcomes just enough to allow me to have a dry orgasm in the body. After the pleasure subsides, I start to feel worse again and move away from my brother, crying at what I have just done, but the killer grabs hold of me in his hand and forces me to kneel up and look at him. In his other hand is my dead brother's head. He orders me to kiss the head. I panic again and tell him no, struggling harder. He becomes pissed off once more and let’s go of the head to start punching me in the stomach and face. I try to place my hands in front of my face and body and protect myself. One of my arms is grabbed firmly by him and he pulls hard and pops the arm out of its socket. I scream in pain and fall down to the floor. He then grabs hold of me and the head again and tells me to kiss it or else he will hurt me more. I give in and kiss my dead brother's head. I cry and despair more while doing it but at this point, I have no more tears to give, and no more hope to live for.


The following days the killer would fuck me and continue to have me fuck my brother's dead body and make out with his head until it started to rot, at which he then made me take it outside and dump it in the trash. He began letting me out of my chains and live around with him upstairs, knowing that I'm too broken now inside and out to fight against him anymore. Sometimes he would threaten to kill me, but he never did, instead always keeping me around to serve as a fucktoy for him. He also made sure to never stop reminding me of my brother and how good it felt to snuff him out that day.


"Hey kid, come over here and suck me off."


I did, always doing whatever he asks for now, knowing my place beneath him.


"Ahh fuck yeah, suck off the cock of the man who killed your one and only brother. Hey, want to go watch the newsreel of your parents begging someone to find you and return you home to them again" the killer laughed.


I just continued doing as I told, feeling nothing at his words, mind too broken and submissive now to do anything else.


"Fuck, here it comes! Say 'thank you for feeding me your cum, brother killer' when I'm done, okay?"


He came long and hard, and at the end I swallowed it all, looked at him, and said "Thank you for feeding me your cum, brother killer" as he asked.


The killer chuckled, loving his new slave toy. Maybe he'll kill me soon when he's bored again, maybe not, but for now he's going to continue doing everything he can to push my limits and get whatever pleasure he can out of me- and who knows? - maybe he can even get me to wail again like I did on that one brother killing night.