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Dominated by His "Little" Brother

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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"Get it all down there..."

In the changing shack at the beach, beachgoers passing by only a few feet from the canvas walls, Vance smirked, forcing his dick down his brother stallion's very willing throat. Larsen moaned around him, a grey stallion with a very light coat that was speckled with tiny dots of black, grey and, occasionally, brown, his paws up on his brother's thighs, begging for more, wanting more, hips rocking, thrusting. His pink shaft throbbed out and ready, even though he would probably not get to use it. That was the thing about submitting to his brother, not very often getting off even though he got everything that he could ever have wanted otherwise.

Sometimes, that was the trade that one made for such fun.

Larsen's eyes half-closed, though he already knew what the godlike image of his studly, thickly muscled brother was in his head. He was a golden brown bay stallion with a richly shining coat who turned all the ladies heads even though he was more into blokes, swinging both ways - did that stuff even matter anymore? He liked who he liked and Larsen's heart knew that he liked him the best of all. That was why he'd been dragged off to the changing shack when Vance had gotten a number off a cute twink of a feline with a swish to his tail, the cat not having been wearing much beside a pair of too-tight speedos. If speedos could ever be said to be too tight, that was...

"Yeah... Fuck, your mouth is good..."

Vance didn't just take his mouth though, pulling at the corner of Larsen's lips as he forced the gagging stallion to take his dick even down into his throat, a light bulge showing there. Gagging was merely an instinct though, some discomfort present even while there was no actual gag reflex to be had. He could still breathe shortly and sharply through his nostrils, laughter, music and other sounds of the busy beach filtering through, though no one could possibly know what was happening in there.

Even if no one on holiday down in Cornwall, the sunny south coast of England, knew that they were brothers...they had to keep things on the down low. They had to keep things quiet, Larsen struggling, eyes streaming merely from the strain of keeping quiet while he gulped down every inch of stallion dick that his brother fed him.

There was nothing like it, desperately pushing his tongue up to the underside, adoring his brother's muscles with his eyes and paws, wherever they could be reached, grunting, groaning, need rising more and more, throbbing up thick and fast. His balls may have ached and churned, not getting off once since jetting off with his brother, but that was the way he wanted it to be, constantly kept in a state of need and wantonness unlike anything else.

"Yes... Fuck... Damn it, Larsen..."

His dick throbbed deliciously within that muzzle, though Vance was not so enduring that he wouldn't take a chance to get off in lieu of stamina. And that was how Larsen found himself bent over, nose shoved into a corner of the canvas tent, snorting and heaving, blowing hard as his brother knelt behind him. Inch after inch of thick horse cock bored into his anal ring without any lubrication, worming its way deeper and deeper, for they did not need much when his brother was willing to take it slow - at least to get his cock in there.

After that, it was long, deep, overpowering strokes, the kind of strokes that made Larsen weak at the knees. For that matter, it was just as well that he was down and whimpering on the floor of the shack, not at risk of taking a tumbling, his need quaking, cock out and hard, drooling pre-cum. It was not as big a dick as his brother's, and Vance often reminded him of that, but it was just as hard, throbbing and twitching, the flow of blood to his dick and the flex of muscles in his lower abdomen rendering him needier than ever.

It was not up to him whether he climaxed or not, but sometimes it could happen purely by accident, his brother's hips slapping his arse with every thrust. Larsen needed it, biting into a beach towel to quiet himself, for his brother's grunts were already worrisome enough, the risk of getting caught bringing a further flare of arousal to him. Oh, yes, oh, yes, that was what he needed, to feel like there was always something at risk, something that could rip all their privacy away, everything he held there so previous, his cock hard and dripping thickly.

Vance snorted heavily, ears twitching as he too struggled to be quiet, but it was the more dominant little brother who had to clamp his paw over Larsen's nostrils to stop him shrilling out the highest pitched whinny that either of them had ever heard. It was not enough to silence his older brother completely, but it was just enough to make sure that they got by without any trouble coming to them, his cock throbbing, thrusting deep, ploughing boldly over the edge himself. He snorted and grunted, rolling his head back, ropes of seed flooding his older brother's tail hole while he thrust and ground, driving deep, barely pulling back before thrusting again. The stallion shuddered. It felt too damn good to draw out for any length of time.

He thrust and thrust, enjoying the spoils of Larsen's tail hole through the pound of orgasm, need tingling through him. He thrust rampantly, caring for his brother's pleasure but not enough to jack him off himself, wickedly letting Larsen spend himself without even the use of his paws, his orgasm wasted as it spattered heatedly into the sand. They'd kick sand over it before leaving, the gritty grains helping conceal what had been a furtive liaison, if not their only one of the day.

For there would be more still for the studs, the stallions that wanted one another over and over again, the heat of their bodies coming together more frequently than ever out on holiday. They needed it and why should they not have what they wanted, even if others said that it was wrong for family to fuck? Larsen snorted, his nose dipped, touched with damp sand that clung to the fine hairs and whiskers of his nose. How could it possibly be wrong when every inch of his brother's cock felt so damn fucking good?

He'd submit to his little brother any day, but to start the day like that...well... Larsen smirked faintly, hide quivering.

That made it a very good day indeed!