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Darkness. There was no light entering Dexter's eyes, but they were open. Blindfolded maybe? Dexter's head pounded with a sickening ache, other senses heightened due to his current sightlessness. Dexter tried to move, but he had been restricted to mere wiggling. He was tied up too, it seemed. He felt rope constricting around his arms and legs, holding them behind his back almost in a hogtie. Was he laying on his back? Dexter felt disoriented, like he was spinning. He heard footsteps, then soon recognized the nauseous smell of menthol in the air, Biney and his damn cough drops. What's going on?
"Have a good nap, baby brother?" Dexter heard the crooning voice of his older brother, he gulped.
Dexter turned his head to where he assumed the voice was coming from, "Where am I? What do you want with me?" He whispered, answering his brother's question with more questions.
"That's not important." Brian responded, voice getting closer, louder. "What's important, Dex," Brian hummed, and Dexter felt strong hands around his head, "is that you listen to me." He felt the blindfold come loose, now resting at his neck.
"Biney," Dexter murmured, flinching slightly as light suddenly filled his eyes. He quickly looked around, assessing his surroundings until his eyes landed on the one other living thing in the room. Brian was half-kneeling in front of Dexter, smile too wide for his face, charming in all the right ways.
Brian wrapped his arms around Dexter's waist hoisting him up over his shoulder with a small grunt, "You're getting heavy, Dex." He teased, walking to the other side of the room, setting dexter down on what appeared to be a surgical table topped with a plush blanket, baby blue.
"You had to tie me up to move me fifteen feet?" Dexter grumbled while trying to wriggle himself off the table. It was no use, Dexter's body felt exponentially weaker with each struggle. Brian hushed him, pinning his shoulders down firmly.
Dexter felt Brian's hands on his sides, jumping instinctively at the touch. He felt his shirt lifting, exposing the pale skin of his belly. "Stop." Dexter tried to roll over, falling back pathetically.
"I just want to give you a check-up, first." Brian giggled, cold hands roaming up Dexter's sides, to his tummy. Brian gave the fat a quick squeeze, rubbing it in circles. "Look at that," he seemed mesmerized by the action, gripping and patting the flesh, "you're so soft." Brian practically moaned, dipping his head down to leave about a hundred kisses to Dexter's exposed tummy. It tickled a lot. Dexter thrashed around as much as he could, trying to hold back laughter that would certainly be seen as encouragement to his brother. Brian stood up straight, gently massaging his kisses into Dexter's sensitive belly.
"This isn't why I brought you here, Dex." Brian smirked, trailing his hands higher up Dexter's shirt, cupping his soft pecs, feeling them up like a girl's tits. "I have a surprise for you." Brian grinned sweetly, not at all befitting for the current situation. Dexter cocked his head in confusion, nothing Biney had in mind would be good for either of them.
Brian reached down to the floor for something Dexter couldn't quite see. He placed it down on a side table out of sight and reach. "Let me getcha ready, little brother." Brian hummed, rolling up Dex's long sleeves, he was wearing his go-to henley that was a bit too tight around the chest.
"What are you doing?" It was more of a demand than a question, Dexter knew he should try to get out now or never, but his body felt weak and his head was still swimming and pounding.
Next were Dexter's pant legs, which were rolled up sloppily to the knee. Brian traced shapes down Dexter's arms and legs, scratching lightly with his too sharp nails. "Good baby." Biney praised. Dex felt helpless, what was going on, he couldn't speak or feel or think anything except for 'biney biney biney'. It must be drugs.
"You wont even feel a prick." Brian snickered, picking up the object that Dexter hadn't seen, now in full view. It was the same tool Brian had used to dismember one of the hookers, an electric chainsaw. No no no no no no no. Biney was going to kill him. Dexter whimpered, tried shaking his head, but he couldn't tell if he was moving at all or not. He knew tears were streaming down his face, he could see it in the look on Biney's face, animalistic and cruel. "Don't worry, Dex." Brian cooed, wiping Dexter's tears with the back of his hand. "I'll make you all better."
For some twisted reason, Biney's words and careful touch made Dexter feel safe, but they shouldn't, he shouldn't trust Brian. Against his better judgement, Dexter let himself relax, putting his body in the mercy of his big brother.
Brian took hold of Dexter's left arm, caressing it thoughtfully. He plucked an object from the side table, a tourniquet. Brian fastened it to Dexter's arm, leaving space between the elbow and bicep for the cut. 'Biney.' Dex tried to whimper, nothing came out. Brian sauntered around the table, clicking some things into place, locking each of Dex's wrists and ankles down securely. "Be a good baby for me while I do this, okay?" Biney sounded like a concerned mother.
The whirring-ish, buzzing sound of the chainsaw made Dexter's heart stop. If he could move, he'd be on the other side of the country by now.
Down, down, down. The painfully slow lowering of the chainsaw worried Dex more than anything. Was Biney really doing this? Of course. All at once, Brian pushed down the tool, slicing, chopping, tearing. Brian was skilled with the chainsaw, using the perfect amount of pressure to make it seem like a hot knife through butter. Bone, flesh, and muscle, torn off, to shreds. There was still blood, he could hear the drip, drip, drip. What was the tourniquet even for? Dexter felt even more lightheaded and dizzy than before. He couldn't feel a thing, he felt like he wasn't in his own body. He couldn't gag or scream, but he could choke on his own tears and snot.
Dexter looked down at his arm. Disconnected. Severed. Removed. He lost consciousness...
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Dexter slowly opened his eyes and turned his head, he could move now. He caught sight of Brian leaning down over his side, face hidden in dark curls, needle in hand, stitching Dex together like a broken stuffed animal. Not a great thought. It was Dexter's right arm, the left already finished, so he assumed that he'd been passed out for quite some time. "Why can't I feel it?" Dexter's unexpected voice making Brian jump.
Biney frowned at Dex. "Localized anesthesia, thought that'd be something you'd be able to figure out on your own." He continued sewing Dexter's skin shut. "I wanted you to stay asleep, it's safer for you if you go to sleep."
Brian cut the end of the thread with a delicate pair of scissors. Dexter observed his new stumps, cut off just above the elbow, he felt ill. "You're taking this surprisingly well, little brother." Biney smirked, sickly sweet. He took the short limbs in hand, playing with them like Dex was a posable doll. The humiliation made Dexter blush, tears welling up in his eyes, he tried to retract the useless stumps back to his sides, Brian wouldn't let him. "You'd let me do anything to you right, baby?" Brian hunched over Dex, crashing his lips against closed ones in an unwanted kiss. He ignored the way Dexter twisted his body in attempt to slip out, the way he tried to hit at his shoulders with his pathetic 'arms'. Biney laughed into the kiss.
"Do you want to go night night when I get rid of these?" Brian baby talked, stroking down Dexter's thigh and leg. Dex felt vulnerable once more, trembling against his big brother's calculating touches. He nodded. Why wasn't he trying to leave? He could move just fine. Get up and leave, goddamnit!
"Biney," Dexter squeaked out, voice sounding as small as he felt. Brian approached with a syringe, certainly full of tranquilizer.
"Sweet dreams, Dex."
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Here we go again. Dexter awoke with pain ripping though every inch on his body, feeling like he'd done a hundred thousand squats and deadlifts. His breaths came out shallow and weak. Dex clenched his eyes shut tight. "Brian!" He cried, feeling dependent on his brother who was nowhere to be seen. Dexter could tell he wasn't on the table anymore, he assumed he was on the floor, stuffed in the corner with some pillows and blankets.
Clack, clack, clack, the sound of footsteps immediately relieved Dexter's pain. Brian entered the room, kneeling down several feet away. "Biney!" Dex whimpered.
"Come to me, baby." Cooed Brian, motioning Dexter towards him with wide open arms.
Dexter leaned forward to crawl, flopping down on his face. No arms, right... He tried shuffling forward with his legs, nothing happened. No legs.
No legs?
Dex looked back, checking where his lower legs would be. In their place we're stumps, wrapped in clean bandages. How hadn't he noticed? He had no limbs left and it took him this long to figure out. Dex started to panic, trying over and over again to set himself upright, failing every time. "Brian, I can't do it." He sniffled, laying limply on the ground, shaking his arm stubs in frustration.
"It's okay." Biney comforted Dexter, easily sliding across the few feet to him. "It's my responsibility to take care of you now, Dex." Biney dragged Dex into his lap, stroking his hair lovingly. Dexter felt a soft kiss on his cheek, his eyelids fluttered relaxedly, it was nice. No! It wasn't nice, Brian cut off his limbs. He had to stop this. He wasn't thinking straight, hadn't for a few hours.
Brian stood up, lifting Dex, supporting him against his hip like a mother with her toddler. Dexter nuzzled his chin in the crook of his brother's neck, unable to cling onto him like he wished he could. "I'll help you get used to your new body, little brother." Brian walked them through the house, eventually stopping in what must've been a bedroom, Dex assumed because he saw a large bed in the room. The bed was piled high with quilts and furry blankets in every color, a few pillows and plushies sat at the edges. Dexter couldn't help but want to cuddle into it.
Dex was dropped onto the plush mattress, he rubbed his face on a fluffy pillow, the smell of laundry detergent filling his nose and lungs. Brian rolled Dex onto his back, patting his hip. Dex squirmed a bit under the touch.
"Biney, what are you doing?" Dexter looked up at Brian with his usual piercing stare. He could tell Brian was up to something sinister, something dirty. Biney wouldn't do something like that, though. Would he?
Brian reached for the hem of Dexter's shirt, "Just helping you out, that's all." Brian pulled the shirt over Dex's head. His sleeves had been cut to the length of his stubs, so they hadn't gotten in the way, Brian had also done the same with his pant legs. Dex shivered.
"I don't need your help." Dexter hid his nubby arms at his sides shyly.
Brian grabbed the end of one of Dex's arms, shaking it lightly, "I'm sure you don't." Brian started undoing Dexter's jeans, frustrated with how much he was struggling. Dexter would be stupid if he didn't know what Biney was doing. "Fucking sit still for a minute." Brian gripped Dex's jaw tightly, making him whine. His face softened. "I'm sorry, baby," Biney patted Dexter's head apologetically "I didn't mean to scare you."
Dexter's jeans were removed without so much as a single protest. He should be biting and writhing, though. Find a way to stop Biney. Why did he keep having these thoughts if he wasn't going to do shit. "Stop," Dex whispered, the best he could muster. If he couldn't fight back at least he could scream, but that might make Biney mad. Why does it fucking matter if Brian is mad?
"I have another surprise for you, baby brother." Brian was beaming with delight. He stripped Dex of his boxers, a cold chill went between his legs. Dex sobbed, pressing his thighs together. Something felt wrong. "Look down." Biney pushed his legs apart, dipping his head between them to lick a stripe up Dexter's... Pussy? That can't be right, Dexter by all means should have a dick and balls.
"Where's my fucking dick?" Dexter cried, thrashing around under Brian's violating tongue. "Stop it Biney." He resisted, but his head was clouding over with bad thoughts. Feels so good. Deeper please, Biney. "Why did you chop off my dick?" He growled, snapping back to real life. He tried to shake Brian off, but his efforts just pushed the intruding mouth further. Biney sucked and lapped, the tonguefucking too much for Dexter's virgin pussy. Dex was going to cum with his big brother's mouth where he used to have a cock. Brian bit down on Dex's clit, making him yip like a dog.
"So the vaginoplasty was a success?" Biney kissed Dexter's clit and pussy over and over, it didn't seem like it could get wet on its own. "I've never done one before, but I knew my fucknugget baby brother had to have a pussy." Brian started undoing his own pants. "I'm glad it works well."
He's gonna stick it in.
"Please don't do this, Biney." Dex squeezed his thighs together. Brian's dick can't go in! He hasn't even had fingers in his pussy yet. More bad thoughts. If it has to be anyone at least it's Biney, he feels safer than anyone else.
"You know," Brian tapped his chin, "I'd settle for a handjob." The cruel joke made Dex whimper. Brian freed his cock from his underwear, rock hard already. Big. So big. "Too big for your new cunny, little brother?"
"It's like you read my mind," Dex huffed. He looked away from his impending doom. "How will you fit it?" Dexter's leg stumps trembled. He wished he could kick Brian.
Biney pushed in with one hard shove. Dex bawled, it felt bigger than it looked. "Like that." Brian humped Dex, thrusts so shallow Dexter barely noticed them. He felt queasy. No more please, Biney. No more bad thoughts. No more fucking. Brian held onto one of Dex's nub legs, angling him to fit as deep as possible. "You're gripping my cock so fucking tight, Dex!" Biney used his free hand to pat Dex's tummy. "So cute, I wish it was like in the pornos where you could feel my dick here," He squished Dexter's belly gently.
"Just cum already!" Dex cried, Biney's cock was filling him more than he thought was safely possible. Dex felt like he was going to pass out or vomit or both. "Too much, Biney!" He retched with each thrust, nothing ever came up. Brian leaned down to kiss Dex, shutting him up. That made him feel much better. Dexter tried wrapping his limbs around Biney. He forgot that that wasn't possible, so it was more like he was holding Brian with his useless nubs.
Brian fucked into Dex harder, evidently nearing his orgasm. "Can't wait to fill you to the brim, baby brother." He rammed in and out of Dexter's pussy painfully. Dex felt something tear, he knew Biney could fix it, but he still really needed to stop anyway. The pain overtook the pleasure. Brian was counting down, then Dexter felt something slimy and gooey coating his insides, filling up his guts past their limit. Dex sobbed. Was it over? Please be over. Biney pulled out, cum oozing slowly from Dex's abused pussy. Sweet relief.
"Thank you, Biney." Dexter stretched out as far as he could on the bed, but it wasn't so far anymore. Brian cuddled up next to him. Dex frowned, "Don't fuck me ever again."