Tears dripped from his eyes, trembling against his cheeks in the heat of the night. The pain was horrible, but the pleasure was even greater. The feel of the knife slicing across his skin, so sharp, so delicious. It was thoughtful of his brother to use such a sharp knife. Blood welled from the wound at his hip, and he gasped in pleasure. The tight ropes that bound his limbs rubbed cruelly against his flesh, adding to the agony.
"More," he whispered, his lips contorting into a sick grin as his brother complied.
His erection throbbed with the pain, desiring more still. The knife cut rather deeply into his leg, more blood oozing out than had been intended. He panted with enjoyment, some distant part of his mind recognizing that he was bleeding to death. His arms strained against their bonds, needing more, a quicker, more beautiful death. It was all he had ever dreamed of. The warm blood trickled down his battered flesh as his brother brought him more joy, more agony. His eyes squeezed shut as the knife carefully grazed his groin, replaced by a rough hand. The object penetrating him jerked as it was struck, causing him to scream out miserably. His torn flesh pulsed as he was stroked, everything spiraling into a dizzying end as the knife was lodged into his stomach. His eyes weren't able to open anymore, and he struggled to feel the pleasure his dear brother had brought him as his life ebbed away.

"Now," he heard his brother say as his life left him. "...let's give our younger brother a gift..." He heard his elder brother walk over to their seven year old sibling, and he smiled as he took his last breath, happy that this gift would be shared with the little boy.