Brothers LaFon, Part 1:
by Joseph Lance Tonlet
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Alexander LaFon lives a nightmare, but he deals with it. Deals with the fact that his mother abandoned him as an infant, deals with the fact that his father is never home, and deals with the fact that his older brother, Jeremiah, tortures him.
He dreams of escaping his mobile-home prison and finding a normal life. Of breaking free of his agony, finding a woman to love, becoming a teacher.
But some horrors you can never outrun. There’s nowhere to hide. Some nightmares chase you in your sleep and steal your freedom like a brutal thief. Some brothers never give up and never answer why.
Note: This book contains graphic violence, non-consensual sex, child abuse, and animal cruelty.
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An Excerpt from Brothers Lafon, Part 1: Crucial Lessons
As he popped the buttons of his 501s, revealing a blond, short-cropped patch of pubes, Alex glanced up and met Miah’s intent eyes.
“Please,” he whispered again.
“That’s two warnings. You wanna try for three?”
Alex let his jeans fall on the dingy yellow press-and-stick tiles next to his shirt. He stood naked and scared in front of his own brother and, not for the first time, thought about how fucked up the entire thing was. Normal brothers didn’t get naked in front of one another—at least not like this. Normal brothers didn’t beat one another—torture one another. No, he saw normal brothers all the time and, for the most part, they loved one another.
Alex carefully closed the lid of the toilet—a bang would only annoy Miah, and that’s the last thing he wanted—and sat down on the slightly tacky plastic, just as he was expected to.
Miah stepped up to him, an irritated sigh accompanying a boot-clad kick to his knees, forcing them further apart.
“You know how this goes. The more you make me work, the worse it is for you. Are you just fucking stupid, cunt?”
Miah didn’t bother waiting for an answer. Instead he took another step in, placed a finger under Alex’s chin and lifted it up. Forcing their eyes to meet, he almost cooed, “It’s been almost six weeks. Way too long, little brother. Get on with it.”
Withdrawing the strong finger, he clasped his wrists behind his back, and waited for Alex to continue. His confident, casual stance—the one he always assumed—was so at odds with Alex’s overwhelming fear.
Alex didn’t want to start, didn’t want to get on with it, but his choice had long since been stripped away. He glanced back down and saw Miah’s hardon was on the left side of his jeans—his brother liked it on the right, and he forced himself to get on with it. Gently, he grasped Miah’s cock by the edges and maneuvered it over to the right side while making absolutely sure he didn’t touch any part of the center ridge.
Above him, Miah hissed in pleasure.
Alex slid the flap of his brother’s belt out of the loop and started undoing the latch, making a mental note that the belt was new—an important fact.
One of the most difficult things for Alex was ensuring he followed every step exactly—not missing a single thing—while being wholly terrified. Any misstep would aggravate Miah and intensify the whipping.
Miah didn’t generally start off angry; the beatings weren’t because he was upset at Alex or upset at anything for that matter. As far as he could tell, the shellackings actually came when Miah was in a good mood. But if he fucked up, if he missed something, the ire was immediate.
Once the ends of the belt were free from each other, he took hold of the buckle and started sliding the end of the belt slowly—it had to be done slowly—through the loops.
As it slid, he ran a fingernail over the ridge of Miah’s cock—lightly, from root to tip—exactly the way he’d been taught.
“Ahh, now you’re focusing. Good. Perhaps you’re not a complete idiot after all?” he smirked. “Even a fucking dog can be taught simple tricks.”
With the belt free, Alex was overcome again with the desperate need to try and stop the inevitable. Reluctantly, he leaned forward and rested his nose against his brother’s flat, hard stomach. “Please, Miah…don’t…do th-this.”
“And here I thought you were trying to be good. That’s three, Alexander.”
Alex’s slim shoulders shook; he knew he couldn’t take a fourth. He’d only made it to four warnings once, and he hadn’t been able to get out of bed for two days afterward. As it was, with three warnings, he’d have to miss both school and work tomorrow. And going anywhere tonight was completely out of the realm of possibility. He’d have to call in to work and then call Beth to cancel their date. But he knew there was a very real chance he wouldn’t be able to do either—not after Miah was finished with him.
Tears slid down his face as he nodded in both acknowledgment and resignation.
As if reading his thoughts, Miah soothed, “You’ve done it to yourself.”
If Alex hadn’t been used to the complete paradox that was Miah, the almost caring statement would have confused him. But he knew Miah meant every word; that at least part of the brutality this afternoon held was completely out of his brother’s control. As far as Miah was concerned, the three warnings were Alex’s fault, and his alone.
“Three,” he said with a slight shake of his head. “You know what’s expected of you. I’ve been very clear, haven’t I?”
“Yes,” Alex whispered into the blue plaid fabric at his brother’s stomach.
The shaky breath he drew in brought with it Miah’s spicy, aroused scent. A fuzzy, pink sweater flooded his mind along with the smell of honey and jasmine: Beth.
Miah leaned in slightly, pushing Alex’s nose more firmly to his stomach, before taking a step back—a clear indication he was ready to move on. Alex started to raise himself up, but Miah pushed him back down.
Alex knew what the next step was; they both knew. He was supposed to take the belt to the sink and prepare it. He looked up in confusion at Miah.
“Slide your ass forward.”
Unsure of what was happening, Alex lifted himself slightly, peeling his ass from the cheap plastic lid, and slid forward.
“A bit more. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
He continued to slide forward, and just as his cock and balls hung over the side of the stool, Miah ordered, “Stop.”
Lifting his heavy boot, he slowly placed it on Alex’s genitals and began to bear down.
“This is just because you’ve earned warnings,” he said matter-of-factly.
Miah hesitated, the thick, deep tread of his boot just grazing the sensitive skin, and Alex understood his meaning. Today would hold three additional, painful elements—all of them under Miah’s knife—one for each warning he’d accrued. However, what was about to happen now was punishment for Alex’s disobedience.
About Joseph Lance Tonlet
Joseph is a born and raised Southern Californian—with a twenty-year stint of living in the Midwest. He loves the laid-back lifestyle of San Diego and considers himself lucky to live where people dream of vacationing.
A lifelong reader of m/m fiction, he began his writing career one night sitting at his MacBook and has never looked back. He writes to bring the characters he dreams about to life.
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