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A Few Magical Licks 3

For Asbeoth

By Draconicon

The rest of Paul's day at college was all the hotter for the fun that he'd had with his brother. Daniel was going to be completely out of it for the rest of the day, he was almost sure of it. The fact that his asshole had been left even more sensitive, the fact that his cock probably couldn't get hard, the fact that the other Doberman's feet were so sensitive that his bro would be oozing pre just from walking around...

It was more than enough to keep Paul tenting his own pants throughout the day.

Yeah, stare away, bitches, he thought as he walked along, smirking to himself as people stared disapprovingly at his boner. It's not for you, anyway.

With the day of learning coming to an end, the Doberman would normally be making his way down to the bus stop to catch a ride back home. Today, however, he planned on abusing his older brother just a little bit more. He turned towards the parking lot, hitching his bag a bit higher along his back, and hummed to himself as he left the main building.

Dozens of other students were making their way to their cars, too, but his brother was nowhere to be seen. Knowing Dan, he was probably limping along, trying to keep from attracting attention now that he had been corrupted. The Doberman grinned at the idea of his brother, the stud, the star jock, walking along with his head held low and his eyes on the ground, trying not to raise his tail all the time and trying to keep people from staring at his ass.

It was just perfect. The most wonderful revenge for all the time that he had spent on the bottom, all the time that his dad had been pushing him to be like Dan.

Now, Dan was slowly turning out to be like him.

He walked over to his brother's car, leaning against the passenger door while he waited. Other students of various species went by, some of them staring at him, wondering what he was doing, but none of them said anything. He imagined that they didn't want to be associated with the school pervert, all things considered. Someone might think that they were interested in him.

He smirked whenever someone looked a bit closer, reaching down to heft his bulge, showing off his knot and sheath to them until they looked away. It was always fun to see their discomfort, their guilty awareness of just how hung he was.

Yeah, that's it. Stare until you can't bear it. Stare until you can't stop thinking about it...

Not that it would be the same sort of corruption that he had pushed into Dan's ass and through his feet. His older brother had had the misfortune to suffer from his tongue, and that...that was all that it took.

Eventually, the parking lot started to clear. Half the cars had already left, and the other half were students coming in for the night shift of classes. It wouldn't be long before Dan showed his face.

And it wasn't. Merely five minutes after the crowd faded, the older Doberman walked out of the school, descending the steps to the parking lot with his head down. He was muttering to himself, his mouth moving furiously, and his hips were barely short of swaying.

Mmm, you're starting to like that friction on your hole. You need more, don't you, big brother? You want to be a good little bitch again...

God, this was intoxicating. He licked his lips, squeezing his cock through his pants as his big-brother-bitch walked across the parking lot. Better still, Dan didn't notice him until he was at the car, and even then, the older Doberman only looked up and stared.

"Heh. What's the matter, bitch? Thought that you were riding home solo tonight?"

"Nnngh...what...what do you want this time?"

"Just a ride. And maybe some fun on the way..."

"..."

"Get in, bitch."

The older brother didn't have a choice, and this time, Dan seemed to know it. The bigger Doberman walked around the car, getting into the driver's seat, and unlocked the passenger door. Hopping inside, he put his feet on the dash, kicking off his shoes and flexing his toes in his dirty socks.

"Mmmm, that's what I needed."

"You...you are an asshole...When I tell dad..."

"Heh, you mean when you tell dad about what you've been doing? Come on. You know that he's not going to believe that I made you do it. Who could make the star Dan do anything that he didn't want to do?"

"..."

The other Doberman whimpered, and the sound was music to his ears. If there had ever been any doubt who was top dog after this little experience between them, it was put to rest with that sound. From now on, he was the one in charge. From now on, he was the one that called the shots.

Paul smirked as he opened his pants, flicking his cock out in the open air. The closed windows trapped his musk, and he sniffed hard.

"Mmmm, ain't the smell of cock hot?"

"No."

"Heh, don't lie. I bet your ass is twitching like crazy."

"...I...No. No, it's not."

"Liar."

"It's not!"

"Take off your pants, bitch."

"We're -"

"Take 'em off, or you're not getting what you need tonight."

He could finally threaten his brother the way that he wanted, heh. He stuck out his tongue slowly, running it along his fingers, making the gesture that much more intense. There was no doubt what the older Doberman needed, now. That hole, that desperate little hole, needed more of his rimming, more of his tongue. It needed to be stretched, filled, warmed with something that wasn't fingers. It needed him.

After that, it didn't take Daniel long to completely submit. The older brother slowly reached down to his pants, his eyes flicking back and forth across the parking lot. He wanted there to be a witness, a reason to stop doing this, but there wasn't going to be one. And if there happened to be one and Paul was wrong...

Well, it wasn't like he cared about his brother's reputation. He had stopped caring about his own a long time ago.

Finally, the older dog pulled his pants down, the front of his briefs utterly soaked with pre-cum from the long hours of the day. Paul grinned, reaching over and groping his brother without a care in the world. One little tug, one little squeeze, and the stud Doberman was groaning, panting, shivering.

"Mmmm, you've been pent up all day long, haven't you?"

"Mmmph. Not...not fair...you did...you did something..."

"I made you a bitch, bro. That's all I did. And you deserved it."

"Nnngh. I didn't - ah!"

Hearing Dan gasp as he grabbed those fat balls was all the hotter as his brother thrust forward. The potential for further corruption was right there. He could put his tongue to work on those orbs, make them beg for attention. Maybe he could make them bigger, maybe he could make that cock all the more impotent, unable to get hard even with something inside of him. That would be quite the revenge, he thought, something that would linger for even longer for the 'poor' stud.

But no. He had something that he wanted to see, and he was going to see it. He let go, smirking.

"Pull those down, and point that ass towards me."

"Paul...if anyone sees..."

"I don't care. Do it, or you're not getting what you want."

"Nnngh...I...I..."

"Do it, bitch."

His brother must have been hungrier for it than even Paul had realized. The fact that he not only pulled his underwear down but turned to face his ass back like a good little bitch told him everything that he needed to know. The little slut had been fighting his urges all day long, and the rimming in the bathroom must have done a whole lot more than he had expected if his brother was willing to risk all this just to get a tongue down his hole again.

That was hot. That was real fucking hot.

But not as hot as that hole was. He spread Dan's muscular ass cheeks, pulling the bubble butt apart to look at the hole. It was soft, warm, and puffy looking, still holding that slight gape from when he had jammed his tongue inside. Oh, that was sexy, he thought, sexy as all hell as he rubbed his thumbs around the rim. He imagined it getting more inflamed, more puffy the more that he teased it, and by the time that he was done giving it the fucking that it deserved, he imagined that it was going to look like a split, inflamed pussy.

That was going to be a fun day.

He smiled, spitting on Dan's pucker and rubbing his thumb over it. His brother gasped, arching his back like a good bitch, thrusting his hips back.

"Oh, you want it now, huh?" he asked, chuckling. "You that horny that you want to get your ass eaten in the parking lot?"

"N-no..."

"What was that?"

SMACK!

Daniel gasped, arching his back again, his pucker puckering, thrusting back against the younger brother's thumb. That twitching hole felt like it was trying to swallow his finger up completely, trying to take it in and then clench on it. He didn't allow it, of course. It was a tease, not a promise of pleasure.

However, he did keep rubbing that hole, teasing it, encouraging it to keep putting itself on offer. He smiled as he watched it twitch and clench on nothing, the gape slowly opening up that little bit more, trying to entice him.

"Now, how bad do you need it?"

"Nnnngh...bad."

"How bad?"

"Really...really bad. I hate you..."

"You hate me, but love my tongue?"

"Mmmph..."

"You love my cock?"

"Nnnnnngh..."

"The less you talk, the less you get."

"Ass...you fucking...fucking ass..."

"You want me to fuck your ass, you mean."

He smiled as he worked his thumb along that hole again and again, teasing it, flicking it, forcing it to slowly submit to the pleasures that he could give it. There were so many things that it could learn to enjoy, and he wasn't about to allow it to forget who owned it.

Paul leaned in, allowing his drool to ooze from his mouth over that pucker. The first string fell from his lips to the hole, and Daniel gasped, arching his back, shoving his hole back even further, even going so far as to reach back with one hand and spread the cheeks a bit.

"Please..."

"Please, what?"

"Please...something, anything...just...something in there..."

"You need it more than you need your dignity."

"God...fucking..."

"Just hold on."

He smiled as he worked his thumb over that hole again, pulling it open this time. He could easily fuck this hole, now. It was wet with spit, it was eager, it would be a simple thing to just dive in and eat that ass. It was still wet and it was musky from earlier, too, and that musk had built up over the course of the day as his brother had gone from class to class, trying to keep his head on straight and probably utterly failing.

He chuckled as he slid the tip of his claw into that pucker, giving it a little stroke from the inside. His brother gasped, lowered his head down even further, his tail flagged up high.

"Nnngh..."

There was so much need there, so much that he could abuse...

And he stopped. He pulled away, smiling as he got comfortable in the passenger seat again.

"Drive."

"Nnn...what?"

"Drive. Don't put your pants back on, but drive. We're going home."

"But...but you..."

"You were the one that said you didn't want to do it in public."

"Nnnngh!"

"Unless you want to get out of the car and do it..."

Dan stared at him for a second or two, then put the car in gear. They backed up, then drove off, heading home. All the while, Paul slowly jerked his cock, spitting pre-cum all over the leather seats and carpeted floor.

It was time to mark his property.

By the time that they got out of the car, the front passenger seat had been thoroughly marked by him. Everything from the seat to the dash smelled of Paul's own lust and need, and by the end of it, he had seen that Dan was looking his way, his older brother staring down at his cock and looking more than a bit hungry in the process.

Just as planned.

A glance around confirmed that their father still wasn't back. He was probably still off on that week-long business trip, something that he insisted that the boys weren't grateful for. That wasn't entirely true, of course. Dan and John showed their gratitude on the daily, praising their dad, while Paul...

He was plenty grateful, of course. Grateful for the opportunities that it presented.

As Dan reached down for his clothes, though, Paul stomped down on the pants and underwear down by the pedals.

"Ah ah."

"What the hell?!"

"You're going in bottomless. Not like dad's home to stop you."

"But...but the neighbors...or John..."

"Ain't gonna stop ya. Unless you don't want to get fucked."

The threat worked just as well as it had done in the college parking lot, and his older brother whimpered before obeying. He smirked at that bare butt sliding out of the car, and didn't fight Dan's sudden run for the door. Wouldn't help him; after all, John always locked the door when he got home - the middle of the three brothers always obeyed dad's urges to keep the house secure - and the keys were in the ignition still.

He reached out and took them, grabbing Dan's pants in the process. Tucking his cock back into his own pants, he hummed to himself and walked around the car, making his way to the front door.

"You...ass," Dan muttered as he realized what had happened.

"Your ass. And it's hot."

Spanking it, he unlocked the front door. Dan was off like a shot, and Paul was pretty sure that their brother - sitting in the living room - would have only had a chance to see a blur before their older brother was out of sight.

John blinked, looking up from a comic book, and Paul smirked as he saw how minimally the middle brother of the Dobermans was dressed. Though he was technically doing well in college, John had graduated high school by the skin of his teeth, and was attending college on more of a sympathy scholarship than anything else. On campus, Paul knew his brother was a bit of a womanizer, someone that had those connections to 'get things' that would make him more popular. Drinks, a bit of drugs (nothing hard, mostly weed and the like), and other things that parties needed. In exchange, he got all the pussy he liked.

At home, however, he ditched the fake letterman jacket and jeans for a pair of tight shorts and a loose shirt. It showed off his more willowy frame, and it meant that ass was more fully on display. That package, too.

Paul smirked as he imagined John on his knees, serving him the way that their older brother was almost ready to do. The idea of both his brothers sucking him off was hot, but not quite as hot as the idea of putting that ass up in the air and fucking it.

You two, laying on one another, showing off your asses together...

He would have loved to see that, and he knew, deep down in his heart of hearts, that it was going to happen. Paul would make it happen.

John blinked again, gesturing down the hall.

"The fuck was that?"

"Dan missed the bathroom at college."

"Jesus. Must have needed it."

"Oh, he did."

He tossed the pants down the hallway, not surprised that John hadn't noticed. His middle brother got a little unobservant when their dad wasn't around to enforce good behavior. He imagined that the middle brother of the Dobermans was savoring his own 'product' while they were alone, letting whatever smell it had dissipate before their father came home later in the week.

The perfect time to take a little pleasure, he supposed.

Walking into the living room, he gave John a bit of a shove. The other Doberman grunted, but sat up again. Another shove, another shift in position. Another shove -

"That's it!"

And the predictable wrestling began. Paul smirked as he was tackled, shoved off his feet, but he was already rolling. He might not have been the athlete that Dan was, but that didn't mean that he didn't know how to handle himself in a brotherly scrap. He had been doing this all his life, and John had never gotten around to making himself the thick-shouldered, burly man that the oldest brother was.

They rolled together, forward, back, forward. Eventually, Paul managed to flip John onto his belly, grabbing the Doberman's ankles to keep his leverage as his brother grunted and tried to throw him off.

"Heh, weak."

"Man, get your stinky ass off me."

"Dan's not here to make me."

"Dude, come on. This is nuts."

"Nah. This is."

He leaned in, a soft sniff of his brother's feet telling him that John had already showered, already washed off the sweat of the day. Not what he wanted, really; he wanted those feet to be nice and wet with sweat, nice and musky. This was a dog house, after all. They should be good and hot to mark territory.

Easy fix.

He stuck out his tongue and dragged the long, slippery thing along the bottom of his brother's foot. John gasped, a quick, sharp sound that told him that it was already feeling better than it should for the middle brother, and he grinned.

Belatedly, John squirmed harder, trying to kick him in the face.

"Hey, fuck! Stop that! That's dirty!"

"Nah. Just fun."

"Pervert! Get the hell - ah!"

Another gasp from another lick. He was already soaking the underside, the pads, the toes, with his spit. He looked down the hall, already seeing Dan coming back around the corner. The oldest brother spotted them - though there was no way for John to see that - and stopped stock still.

Paul smirked, deliberately dragging his tongue around John's toes, putting on a small show for the oldest brother. He licked between the digits, flicked at the tiny bits of sweat that were hiding from the shower water, coated them with his mouth slime.

That's right. You're not going to be the only bitch, Dan...you're all going to be my bitches...

It didn't take long before John's toes were curling like mad, and his little brother was squirming in embarrassment. However, that didn't mean that the other Doberman was completely out of tricks.

Thunk! A lucky kick caught him on the side of the head, knocking him off to the side. Paul rolled onto his back, groaning, rubbing the side of his head, but before he could get up, skinny little John hopped onto him.

"Pervert! You think you can just do what you want? Here. How do you like it?"

And with that, the eighteen-year-old sat right on his face.

Paul could not have planned it better. The tight shorts were pulled all way up between the cheeks, and there was no way to avoid missing that hole between them. He grinned wider and wider as he stared up at the swiveling butt, and he took the opportunity that John gave him.

He spat right against the shorts, soaking the area right against his brother's asshole. The spit slid through, and he knew it'd start a curiosity, an itch, a hunger that would never entirely go away. And at the edge of hearing, he caught Dan gasping in shock.

Yep. You're not going to be the only bitch, stud, he thought again. Little brother's gonna join us, soon.

However, the spitting did get John to jump off him, grunting and going 'ew' again and again. Paul sat up, chuckling as he wiped his muzzle.

"Shouldn't have tried that, bro."

"Ass."

"You fed it to me."

"I can't believe that we're related to you."

"Sometimes, I can't believe it either. You're too nice."

"Hey, break it up," Dan said, finally taking his role as big brother seriously. He walked over, pulling them apart. "John, you shower yet?"

"Of course."

"...Then go to your room."

Paul knew what that had been about. Big brother hoping to save little brother by telling him to wash off the spit before it sunk in. It was just as predictable as one could hope. But there was only so much that one could do in this house, particularly when dad forbade more than a shower a day for the boys in order to save water.

He smiled as John walked off, grunting and bleck-ing as he walked from the slime on his feet and against his pants. Dan, however...

"You...you leave him alone..."

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Because he's my brother?" Paul chuckled. "That's all the more reason to do it."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I just can do things that you can't...and that's why it's fun."

He licked his lips as he imagined taking it further. In a few more days, he'd have both of his brothers completely under his thumb, and when their dad came back, he'd be able to complete the set. They'd be all his, all his.

His cock was throbbing up again at the thought of it, and he knew that Dan could see it. The older brother turned away, even though he was shivering at the same time. The front of his pants were already darkening from pre-cum dripping into it, and Paul smirked as he reached over, groping it, feeling the wetness.

"And you...you're still going to be a good little bitch...if you want to get what you want. And you want it...don't you?"

"Mmmph..."

He curled his fingers, finding his brother's balls and giving them the slightest of squeezes. His older brother gasped, arching his back, thrusting his hips forward to try and relieve it in a futile gesture. Paul repeated his question.

"Don't you?"

"Mmmph...yes..."

"Gooooood." He smiled, letting go. "Now, get those pants off."

"What?"

"John's gonna be busy for a while. You take those off, and throw yourself over the couch. Unless you want me to bury my bone in his ass instead of yours."

"You...you're..."

"Exactly what you need. Now..."

He leaned forward, licking his brother's bulge, smiling as he tasted the eager pre-cum oozing through his pants.

"Take them off."

There was no more resistance. His brother was out of his musky jeans in seconds, the smell in the house already shifting from the clean smell to something wet and slippery. Wet and musky. Wet and sexy. He rubbed his fingers along Dan's sheath, feeling it dripping, slippery and wet, and...yes, that was it. Messy with pre-cum, oozing down along the fuzzy tube to the low-hanging balls beneath.

He gave them a lick before slapping his brother's ass, sending him to lean over the couch. It was hard to tell, but it was fun to imagine that they grew a little bit in the process, getting heavier and thicker as Dan walked away. Seeing the other Doberman almost throwing himself down, seeing him raise his tail, showing off that puffy pucker between two well-muscled cheeks was just the hottest thing in the world.

The spit had done its job over the course of the last few hours. The hole itself was puffy, looking more like a feral dog's hole than it had before. He smiled, leaning in and giving it a soft kiss.

Almost instantly, Dan gasped, squirting a shot of pre-cum over the couch, staining the cushions. His brother groaned, cursing softly.

"Dad's gonna kill us."

"Not when I'm done."

"What - you can't be serious."

"I want all of you. And I'll have all of you."

He silenced his brother's complaints with another long, drawn-out lick, dragging his tongue from the base of his brother's balls over his taint, and then back over the pucker. It pushed out a bit, flexing, opening, gaping further, begging for something to go inside. He could taste the sweat and the slight heat and bitterness back there, and he loved it.

Grabbing hold of Dan's hips as tight as he could, he dove his tongue forward, forcing it in. The other Doberman's hole stretched wide around his tongue, and he wiggled it deeper, further, tasting the inner walls. They were slimy and wet, and they clenched down eagerly on his tongue as he wiggled it around. He fumbled about a bit, looking for -

"NNNNGH!"

And found it. His brother's prostate was definitely bigger than it had been, almost like all the tongue-lashing had made it swell, making it an easier target than it had been. He knew that his brother was going to blow one load after another in a few minutes, when he got his cock in that tight little pucker, but for now...

He spread the cheeks further, burying his face between them, making love with that pucker. It was hot and wet and sliding further and further apart, begging for a fat cock to be inside. Dan was gasping for breath every time that he forced his tongue deeper, digging at the eager flesh inside. One thrust, two, three, each one wiggling his tongue that much deeper, making his brother ooze that much more pre-cum.

The heady scent of sex and musk was getting stronger in the room, and he craved to see it get worse. More. More, dirty, wet, raunchy, hot and sexy. His brother gripped the back of the couch, gasping, whimpering, thrusting his hips back more and more.

"Nnngh...fuck...fuck...I don't...I want..."

"Mmm..." He curled his tongue on the next lick, dragging it back slowly. His brother moaned at the top of his lungs, and the only thing that kept John from coming out to look, he imagined, was the fact that he was probably taking in as much weed as he could before dad got back.

The lick was enough to make the older Doberman cum on the spot, shooting his seed over the couch. He gasped, his hole puckering hard, his eyes glazed over.

"Nnngh...ah...ah...fuck...so...so good..."

"You want it?"

"Want...want what?"

Paul stood up, his cock fat and eager already, and he slapped it against his brother's ass. The tapered tip oozed with pre-cum, dripping down, already begging to fill a hole. Dan looked back, and for the first time, he shivered in need.

Oh, it was need, alright, because that tail went even higher, and he reached back with one hand to spread his own cheeks. His hole opened up, wet and slimy from all the licks, and he whimpered.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please...please fuck me..."

"You want me to fuck you, stud?"

"You...you're the stud...please..."

His brother arched his back, grinding his rump back, sliding Paul's cock between the cheeks. Thrust, grind, thrust, grind, thrust, grind. He lowered his hips a bit, the next grind pressing his tip to that hole and -

Squelch. It was in. Paul grinned, Dan gasped, and the stage was set to ruin the house through the night. When morning came, all the musk, all the spent cum and sexual goo, would be there to welcome John to their little group.

But that was for later. For now, it was time to fuck.

The End