The Unwanted Twin

Chapter Eight

*Ezekiel Creed, just imagine he has black framed glasses^*

Trigger warning: Punishment, swearing, violence.

Please comments your thoughts, this is a safe place.

Oliver laid shakily on the floor, staring at Ezekiel waiting for to beat him.

"I'm very disappointed in you, look at all the mess you made." Ezekiel said pointing to the pooling pee surrounding Oliver's terrified form.

"You dirtied my floor, how do you think the maids will feel when cleaning it up?" He said lighting a cigar, walking up to his desk and getting a key that was made of as an necklace.

"I haven't opened this drawer since I had my last girlfriend here, she dared to question my authority." He said shaking his head and smiling, reminiscing the way he made her cry and beg him no more.

Oliver whimpered and closed his thighs tight, embarrassed and scared beyond belief. He just bumped into him, why was he getting punished? His casted arm throbbed, a cruel way that he has to remember Adam and Jess.

"You and Jessica may be twins but you are completely different, she is nicer and knows her place." Ezekiel said, shaking his head and clicking his tongue like he's upset at Oliver for whatever reason.

Oliver started wide eyed at Ezekiel, stabbed with the constant reminder that Jess will always be better than him.

When Ezekiel was done grabbing whatever was in the drawer he turned around, holding a blindfold and hand cuffs.

He laid them down on the bed and walked to the closet, pulling out a black sweater and white boxers that definitely didn't look his size.

"Put on these new clothes and go wash up, I am going to go get a glass of water and a few things."

When the door closed Oliver stood on shaking legs and walked into the washroom, stripping off his clothes and got into the shower.

He was confused of course, not knowing how to start the shower. It had all kinds of buttons, he pressed the one that said 'on' and hoped for the best. It sprayed him with cold water, he gasped. He was used to very cold water because of the lake and rivers he used to clean himself off.

He washed his entire body and his hair, only using the water, scared that if he used so he will be punished more severely.

He got out and avoided the mirror until his clothes were on, he inspected the underwear. They were white cotton and lace out lining, they looked like they can fit him. The tag said xxxs, he slipped them on, for the first time ever clothing clung to him. He picked up the sweater, it was definitely Ezekiel's. He looked at the tag and it was an xxl, he put it up to his nose and smelt it, it smelt strongly of man musk. He pulled it over his head and it immediately engulfed him, going all the way down to his knees and his arms swam in the sleeves.

He quickly walked out of the bathroom and went into Ezekiel's bedroom, he was sitting down on his bed with a big glass of water in his hand and the cigar in the other.

They met eyes and Oliver quickly looked down, breaking the eye contact.

"Come stand in front of me."

Oliver slowly walked to Ezekiel, standing right in front of him where his legs were spread.

Ezekiel lifted Oliver's head with his hand on his chin making him look him in the eye, his 'dead' eyes half lidded naturally looking at Oliver.

"Here drink all of this, every last drop." Ezekiel said giving Oliver the humongous class, whereas Ezekiel had to use one hand for the glass Oliver had to use both.