My Brother's Secret Pain

Synopsis

My brother, Christian, had this weird habit of running to his "bro's" place every single day, whining about how his ass hurt and asking the guy to "help him out." One day, I followed him. And that's when I realized—oh, that's what he meant by help. I pulled him aside and said, "Chris, that's a one-way street, you know. It's not safe—you could get sick or worse." Love might be free these days, sure. But my brother? He took "freedom"to a whole new level. If he kept going down that road, he'd destroy himself. Eventually, he quit seeing the guy. Said he was done. A few months later, he broke things off completely and married this gorgeous, rich girl our family introduced him to. Picture-perfect bride, mansion wedding, the whole fairytale. But that night—his wedding night—he actually begged his new wife to use a toy on him. The same way his ex used to. She went ballistic. Screamed, threw things, called him every name in the book. By morning, the whole neighborhood knew. Christian's reputation was toast. And somehow… he decided it was my fault. He lost it. Completely. Broke my arms and legs. Dragged me to the backwoods and threw me into a pit full of snakes. "If you hadn't made me leave him," he yelled, eyes bloodshot, spitting every word, "I'd still be the happiest man alive! I wouldn't be a damn joke!" And then—darkness. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Christian first complained about his "backdoor pain." Back before everything went to hell.