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After the news about Alex’s transfer broke, Kevin and Ederson couldn't sit still. So after training, when the dressing room was almost empty, they locked eyes and decided to take matters into their own hands.
— Alex, can we have a quick word? — De Bruyne asked.
Zinchenko nodded and followed his "brother," completely failing to notice that the goalkeeper had stepped out right behind them. They walked into an empty staff room with a small couch, and Zina sat down on it immediately.
— Zina, do you happen to know what kind of rumors have been floating around the internet lately? — the Citizens' goalkeeper asked.
Only now did Alex notice the goalkeeper standing next to his "twin." He also couldn't help but notice that the door was locked.
— What rumors?
— About your transfer to Arsenal, and you being a childhood "fan" of theirs, — KDB said, making air quotes with his fingers.
— A-ah... what's wrong with that? I really did support Arsenal as a kid, and the transfer news isn't just a rumor.
— Really? — Ederson asked sarcastically.
— Listen, guys, what's the big deal? I'll get more game time there...
Kevin didn't let Zina finish his explanation. He pinned his wrists firmly to the couch, glaring down with furious eyes.
— And who gave you permission to do that? Huh? Ederson, did you give my "little brother" permission to leave?
Stepping closer, the goalkeeper began pulling down the younger player's trousers.
— Of course not.
— Zinny, do you know what happens to disobedient boys? — It was a rhetorical question. The youngest of them began to thrash and struggle.
— L-let me go!
— Oh, are you scared of us? Don't worry, little one, we'll take good care of you and your naughty ass, — Ederson said, finally pulling off the blonde defender's trousers and boxers.
— I-I don't want to! L-let me go!
The defender started kicking his legs and trying to wrench his hands free, but to his great misfortune, the two of them were much stronger. Ederson grew tired of the thrashing and slapped his buttocks with all his might.
— Stop it! Give up your pathetic attempts to break free, or it'll only be worse for you.
Zina panicked, fighting back with even more strength, twisting his entire body.
— STOP IT RIGHT NOW! — Kevin had no intention of letting his "brother" slide, so he pinned the slender wrists in one hand and flipped the boy face down with the other.
— If you move even once more, we'll tie you up and take you home. You won't be so brave there. Though, if you're that eager to end up in the "Blue Room," by all means, keep going.
At those words, Alex froze, barely even daring to breathe.
— Kevin, why are you scaring our little boy like that? — the goalkeeper said, stroking the defender's back. — But of course, if you keep acting up like this, I won't protect you anymore. I'll gladly join in on the punishment.
— P-please, d-don't...
— We have to, Zinny, we have to.
Ederson tied his wrists with a piece of cloth, freeing the ginger midfielder's other hand. Meanwhile, Kevin began to caress the younger boy's buttocks while unbuckling the belt from his trousers.
— W-what are you doing?
— What does it look like? Getting you ready for a little disciplinary talk.
Alex tensed and curled up, trying to shrink into a tiny ball. But his boys had entirely different plans. The keeper gripped the younger lad's cheeks tightly and kissed him passionately, forcefully, completely dominating him. Kevin wasted no time; swinging his arm back, he delivered a resounding slap to his bare skin.
— Mhmmm...
Ederson squeezed his cheeks with maximum force—there would undoubtedly be marks left there, just like on his buttocks.
— Alex, you've never dared to be this insolent. So expect a severe punishment. This time, it won't just be Kevin punishing you; it'll be me too. Brace yourself, your evening is going to be very long.
Zinchenko looked at the keeper with terrified eyes, and in response, Ederson gently stroked his cheek.
— Yes, Zinny, you messed up big time today, so the consequences will match.
— I-I'm still g-going... I only have to sign the c-contract. My transfer is already 90% done.
— Oh, what a huge mistake you've made... Do you really think we're going to let you go?
— If we have to, we'll keep you in the "Blue Room" for a year, or even for the rest of your life. You won't see your friends, and you won't see your family. What's more, you won't even see a single ray of light. Do you finally understand who controls your future now?
— Y-YOU WON'T DO THAT! — Alex screamed, and at that exact moment, a sharp slap hit his face.
— A-ay!
— Don't scream. I won't repeat myself. Try raising your voice again and I'll gag you, understood?
The boy remained silent.
— He asked you a question. Do you understand? — Another slap echoed.
— Y-yes...
Tears streamed from the younger boy's eyes. His body trembled as two pairs of hands groped him unceremoniously.
— You are ours. You are our property, and you should have carved that into your memory a long time ago.
— Doing things behind our backs was your biggest mistake, Zina, — Kevin said, striking him again.
Dark red marks were already clearly forming on the boy's buttocks, but neither of the older men intended to stop. They needed to teach him a proper lesson so he would never dream of going against his boys again.
— And now, let's move on to the disciplinary talk. When I ask you something, you answer immediately, understood? — Another strike.
— A-ay! Y-yes.
— Good. When did you start the process of your transfer?
— At the b-beginning of J-Ju-ly.
Two hard strikes landed simultaneously from both partners.
— So you've been acting behind our backs for two weeks?
— The question was rhetorical, but Alex still received another blow. — Good, next question: if we hadn't found out, when were you going to tell us?
— A-after signing the c-contract...
Ederson snapped completely. He roughly pressed his palm against the defender's throat.
— You were going to tell us at the end? Oh, boy, I don't envy you... Kevin, text the gaffer that we'll be absent tomorrow. And you, — he looked down at the younger one, — you're going to cancel your transfer. I don't care if you stay at Manchester City or retire from football entirely, but you are staying here with us. — The keeper brought his face right up to the blonde's. — And don't even think you'll be able to go anywhere by yourself after tonight.
Kevin kept delivering blows with the belt across their boy's buttocks. After the twentieth strike, he decided to speak to the younger one again:
— Don't you want to say something to us?
— I-I'm s-sorry... I j-just w-want to go to A-Arsenal...
Choking on his tears, Alex couldn't utter another word, but his answer only infuriated Kevin even more.
— YOU! — STRIKE — STILL! — STRIKE — DON’T! — STRIKE — GET IT?! — STRIKE, STRIKE.
— You want to go to Arsenal, do you? Too bad that's never going to happen, — Ederson said in a deceptively calm voice, though his eyes and movements remained harsh.
Ederson suddenly punched the boy in the stomach. Shocked and breathless from the pain, Zina’s eyes widened, and he began to lose consciousness.
— Kevin, change of plans. He's going straight to the "Blue Room" after all.
— Just thought of that myself.
Kevin scooped the unconscious Alex up into his arms, while Ederson gathered Zina’s things and threw his own hoodie over the boy to hide his tied hands from prying eyes and cover up the fact that he was without his trousers. They quickly headed out to the car and laid Alex across the back seat.
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Alex opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. He knew this ceiling and these walls all too well. He tried to sit up quickly but found he couldn't move. Looking down, he noticed that his arms and legs were tightly bound, and an active, buzzing vibrator was inside him.
— Awake, my boy? — the keeper said in a gentle, yet chilling tone.
— Y-yes...
— Now, don't be afraid of me. You're a good boy, aren't you?
The blonde didn't answer, only looking around in sheer terror, scanning the room and the towering goalkeeper.
— Don't make it worse for yourself, Alex. If you ignore
me, things definitely won't get any better.
— I'm n-not i-ignoring you... I'm j-just s-scared...
— Oh, baby, — Ederson stepped right up to Zina. — He's scared... Don't be frightened too early, it's going to be a very long night for you after all.
With those words, he gently stroked his cheek and kissed his forehead.
— Ah, I see you're finally awake. Perfect, — Kevin said as he entered the room, locking it behind him and walking over to the bed. — You know, Zina, if you hadn't come up with these stupid ideas, we'd be lying in our bed together right now. Instead, we'll spend this time on your education.
— Of course, it's partly our fault too. We took our eyes off you and gave you too much freedom. But from this moment on, everything changes, — Ederson said seriously, the resolve in his voice leaving no room for doubt: this was no joke, but his new reality.
— Absolutely, everything changes. There will be new rules for you. If you don't follow them, you'll be punished and you'll spend the night right here, in the "Blue Room".
— First of all, you are forbidden from going anywhere without one of us accompanying you. Break this rule, and you get a whipping.
— Secondly, if you try to do anything behind our backs again, we will take you as much as we want. And don't forget about the phone restrictions: we will be fully monitoring your devices, and if we find anything suspicious, a severe punishment awaits you immediately. In short, total control starts tomorrow.
— Don't forget that you are under house arrest. There is nowhere for you to run from us. If you try to escape, consider that you've dug your own grave.
— Try pulling something like that, and you're finished. Except for official training sessions, you will spend all your time locked up. We're taking your phone, your passport, and all your other documents.
— And by the way, your voting rights are revoked indefinitely. I hope you understand everything perfectly clear?
— Y-yes...
— Now, now, why is your voice trembling so much? You should have thought of that earlier, — Ederson said, slowly opening the "torture drawer," as Zina usually called it.