Warning: This story does contain homosexual themes. And blatantly hints at non-consensual sex. If either of these thoughts disturb you, please don’t read this. Oh there is also some hinting at a possible incestuous relationship. As I am fairly new to this fan-fic writing I feel it is your duty to give me C & C, no matter how bad you might think it was.

Braking Carrot
By: Wyllow

If anyone had asked Carrot Glace, notorious womanizer, what he thought of girls right now, they would defiantly get shocked down to their toes by his response. Most of the words he would have used would have been four lettered, and none of them would have been good. His body was bruised and cut in many places, and the ropes securing his limbs cut into his wrists and ankles painfully, leaving him spread eagle and naked face up on a bed. He didn’t know exactly how long he had been tied up but if the soreness in his muscles were any indication it had probably been years.

He heard the door to his chamber open, it wasn’t a bad room, if one was to ask about his cell. In fact it was down right cozy with a large soft bed, that cradled him and soaked up the blood that ran from the new wounds that were inflicted on a daily basis. It also had soaked up more then it’s fare share of tears that had been shed from pain, agony and despair. The room was large, well lit and heated to just the right temperature. In fact Carrot would probably begin lamenting the fact that there were not iron bars and hard floors to make him more aware that he was in a prison. But the ropes sufficed to remind him of that.

Oh and the collar, that also would get an entire length of moaning and complaining (if he was the type to give into moaning and complaining , which he was). For in this lovely prison there were spells and magic tossed around with little care, but something about the collar prevented him from transforming. Not even the horrors of what he was being put through could brake the wards or what ever it was that was holding zentropy back.

But you wouldn’t know, because there was no one to ask him, no one who wanted to know what he thought of his surrounding or of girls. So he didn’t have a chance to say anything. Thus he kept to himself closing his eyes tightly whenever someone entered the room, wishing that he could also cover his ears.

"Good morning, Brother." Came a voice from the doorway. "Are you going to not look at me again?"

Carrot winced, not wanting to brake down and beg his Brother to be release from his prison, it was almost as if Marron took delight in seeing his pain and suffering, and adding to it, with his refusals to free him. Oh, he knew he was being silly, His Brother loved him. Marron never came out and said anything, but sometimes there was a glint in his eyes whenever Carrot was reduced to sobbing and pleading, one that spoke volumes whenever Carrot noticed it.

"Come now Brother, I am here to heal you today. I have brought herbs and medicine to help you get well." Carrot turned his head away from the sound of his Brother’s voice. Not wanting him to see the tears beginning to spill down his face. "Carrot, you know I am as much a prisoner here as you are. Please cooperate, or they may not let me take care of you. Brother do not shut me out."

Carrot knew that if Marron was truly a prisoner here, then at least they were treating him better, at least they weren’t trying to brake him. "Thank you Marron." He finally managed to creak out. "Are they holding Tira and Chocolate?"

"Brother, you asked me that last time." After a moment of hesitation Carrot heard his Brother sigh, "and the time before that, and the time before that. No, no one else from the group was captured." There was a strange bitter sound to Marron’s voice as he said this.

Carrot heard a tray being placed on a table not far from the bed, and light foot falls as Marron approached. He felt Marron’s hand rest over his stomach briefly in what should have been a comforting gesture, but caused him to shiver. Marron was so cold, his hands, lips, every part of him, was so very cold. "Just you and I were taken Carrot. Now lay still while I clean you up."

A damp cloth began to glide over Carrots skin, it was soft and warm, gently cleansing his wounds and cleaning away dried blood. Carrot opened his eyes and looked at his Brother, collected enough to have stopped crying for the time.

Did Marron always have that chestnut shading to his hair? And were his eyes always that shade of gray? He could have sworn that Marron’s skin was lighter. Carrot had been cooped up for so long he no longer trusted his memories, not knowing which of them were real and which were fake. His Brother’s voice was more soothing in his mind, while here it had a sort of gravely texture to it. But then again, they had a drug that they gave him, one that twisted reality, made him see things that weren’t their, they took delight in crushing his dreams. He had seen Dota and Big Mama many times. They had been there to help him, set him free, only to have reality brake through the illusions with the cut of a knife against his skin.

"Brother, some of your wounds are very bad this time," Marron said calmly. "I will go to them after I am done and beg for them to send a healer to you once I am done."

"No," Carrot whispered, knowing that if a healer were to be sent in the worst of his tormentors would be brought in, to drag him as close to death as they could, before letting him be brought back. Carrot silently wished that his Brother could heal him, but Marron had no way to use his magic here, for he too had been warded against it, with strange manacles that were always around his wrists.

Marron cleaned out his towel and began cleaning around Carrots shaft. Groaning in pain at having the most abused area of his body cleaned Carrot tried to move away. "Calm yourself Brother. I do not mean to hurt you. I am almost finished." The towel enclosed his limp member and began to stroke up and down softly, causing a rush of blood to that area. Carrot gave a strangled cry as the lacerated and bruised skin of his cock stretched and grew stiff.

A small gasp from Marron had blood rushing to another area of Carrot, His face. Unfortunately it did nothing to diminish the erection he was now sporting. "Oh, my poor Brother, did they cast That spell on you again?" Carrot’s face grew redder still at Marron’s words. That spell, their favorite spell to cast on him, one that would cause him to be sexually stimulated by any type of activity in that area, by anyone. Be it hitting, kissing, cutting or stroking, by Girl, Boy or even his own Brother.

Marron finished cleaning Carrot quickly and began smoothing a cream over some of Carrots wounds. It burned terribly causing Carrot to hiss in pain. "There I have taken care of your minor cuts, I will go now and ask for a healer for you My Brother." Marron turned and began picking up his equipment.

"Marron!!" Carrot gasped, "Please don’t leave me yet!" Carrot knew that as soon as Marron walked out those doors, girls would begin coming in one by one, to hurt him, play with him, or merely use his body for whatever pleasures they wanted.

Marron looked at his Brother from over his shoulder. "But, Brother, you need help for your wounds." Hesitating in picking up his tray he turned more towards his sibling on the Bed.

"Please Marron, don’t leave me…" Carrot’s voice was cracking now, in an attempt to hold his fears in check. Tears however once again began to spill down his cheek. He knew that his eyes were pleading and begging with his Brother to remain, but he also knew that he had to speak if he wanted Marron to stay, too many times Marron had left far too early for Carrot’s tastes because he hadn’t said anything.

Marron glanced towards the door, as if debating on weather or not he should stay. "Very well Brother, I will stay for a little while."

Marron walked calmly over to the bed and sat, cocking his head to one side as he watched his Brother gain a little of his composure back. He idly ran one of his hands along Carrot’s chest up to his collar. "Is it too tight Brother?" Marron asked. Carrot shook his head, shivering from Marron’s Icy touch, and remembering the last time he had said something about his collar, the next day he spent most of trying to get enough oxygen to his lungs to keep from passing out.

Marron leaned forward and kissed the prone man’s cheek. "Be strong Brother," he whispered soothingly in his gravely voice. "I know we will escape from our prison soon enough and be able to exact revenge on those who have betrayed us." Carrot made a small, confused sound as Marron’s arms came around him and held him closely, in a chilly embrace. "Come Brother, surly you realize that only three people could possibly have betrayed us, other wise they would be here sharing our torment. And those three are Tira, Chocolate, and Gateau." Marron’s voice was hard and cold as his skin when he said that last name, causing Carrot to remember the times when Marron was so enamored of the man. Now it sounded as though Marron could quite cheerfully plunge a blade through his heart.

Marron lay down next to Carrot, using one of the outstretched arms as a pillow, "Don’t worry my dear Brother, I will take good care of you."

Carrot began shivering uncontrollably as the chill from Marron’s body began to invade seemingly every nook of his body, but he did not pull away when Marron raised himself a little and kissed his neck, along his chin, and finally touching their lips together. Carrot knew better then to pull away. The last time he had, strangely clad guards came in and forced Marron to leave, and soon after the girls came in.

Carrot had guessed that he was being watched at all times, and that the ones watching him loved to see him do things that were against his very beliefs, things that would hurt him in one way or another. Marron was by far the preferable choice of evils. At least Marron didn’t hurt him, much.

Carrot’s mouth opened hesitantly to his Brother’s tongue, allowing it to slip inside, as cold hands moved along his sides, touching him gently. "Carrot…" Marron whispered gently as he began kissing the bound man’s eyelids, one of his hands gliding over a taunt hip to the still hard shaft of his Brother. "I love you Brother, dream of the day we escape and can bring the traitors to justice for what they are making us do." Carrot arched his back as his body responded eagerly to the gentle touch of Marron’s strokes against his cock.

"Marron…"

"Dream of the day that you will no longer be tied to this bed, and the day your dreams will not be haunted by women who want to cause you pain." Marron stopped stroking Carrot and reached into his robes to pull out a small vial of liquid, which he poured into his hand. He then delved his fingers into Carrots butt, gently opening him to spare him some pain.

"Marron…" Carrot whimpered.

"Do you want me to go now Brother?"

Carrot shook his head violently. "No Marron, please stay. It just hurts a little, that is all."

"Brother why did you not remind me that I need to go get a healer for you, here Let me go get one now." Marron began pulling away from Carrot, as if to leave the bed.

"Marron!!" Carrot practically screamed, "please don’t go I am fine!" Carrot pleaded as he looked up into his Brother’s cold eyes.

Marron smiled softly, "very well I will stay for a bit longer." Marron shifted about removing his clothing before settling between Carrot’s legs. "I don’t want to hurt you Carrot." Marron said positioning himself to enter Carrot. "Always remember I love you Carrot, that I will always love you over everyone else." And with that Marron plunged deeply into Carrot’s ass, their voices twining together as they cried out one from pleasure, the other from pain. As it normally did Carrot’s body began to respond to his brother’s gentle strokes inside his body, and on his cock, causing him to orgasm only instants before Marron came inside him.

Marron collapsed against his brother, breathing heavily. Tears ran unchecked down Carrots face as one brother hugged the bound one closer. Carrot’s body seemed to be drinking in the chill that was coming from Marron’s body.

"I love you Marron…" Carrot whispered brokenly before braking down into rasping sobs.



Gateau stared out at the night sky. Everyone was so moody anymore. He never realized how much he would miss Carrot’s antics until he had vanished without a trace. Tira and Chocolate both seemed so meek, almost lifeless without their darling to fight over. And Marron, his love was so out of sort he almost wondered if he would ever be the same. Ok, Gateau admitted he missed the little pervert too. Carrot’s simple outlook on life was so innocent and pure, even though he was a sex-starved maniac, that it was like part of the soul of the group was missing. Six months he had been gone, and no one seemed to be able to find him. Not any of the other hunters, Big Mama, Dota, Onion, Apricot, Milphy, no one knew even where to begin. The only thing they could hope was that he was still alive. And when ever Gateau brought up the possibility Marron was the first to protest saying that he would know if Carrot were dead. Those were the nights that Marron wouldn’t talk to Gateau for long stretches of time let alone allow him close enough to cuddle or make love. Unfortunately tonight he had once again put his foot in his mouth, and suggested that very possibility. Frustrated he picked up a rock and sent it hurtling into space. "Damn it all anyway," he muttered as the stone disappeared from sight.

Suddenly a shrill scream split the Air.

"DARLING!!"

‘Chocolate!’ Gateau thought, ‘but she only uses that tone and word when…’ Gateau ran at full tilt back to the camping area and gaped at the gaunt man standing slightly beyond the fire’s reach.