My Brother, My Doe
Frustrated, a Mule Deer Anthro, called Ivan returns home about 2am, failing to find any willing customers for his 'services' at the Velvet Underground. An exclusive and semi-secretive nightclub that caters for Cervid kind - and those who love to breed to, or with, them. His brother, a Whitetail, helps to aleviate his brothers anxiety and frustrations in a most pleasurable way...
My Brother, My Doe...
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
27thOctober, 2021
All Rights Reserved.
Ivan come home and slammed the door to the apartment, dropping his keys on the table. Frustrated, the Mule Deer slammed his palms back against the wall. His anger rising and his sexual frustration, he clenched them into fists, the hooflets biting into the pale fur.
"Gods damn it," He growled, as he leaned back against the wall and sighed. "Have I lost my touch? I went to the Velvet Underground looking to make some extra cash. Usually I get a lot of clientele wanting me to rut them silly..."
One long ear twitched as he heard the quiet clip clop of cloven hooves coming from the bedroom. He quickly suppressed his anger and frustration, before he smiled and turned his antlered head to look at the sweet young Whitetail who was not only his lover - but his brother as well.
"Bad night huh?" Chase asked, as he stopped before Ivan and placed a paw gently on the other stag's chest.
Enfolding the smaller, antler-less stag and holding him gently, Ivan nodded.
"Not one customer...not one!" Ivan groaned. "Here it is, coming into rutting season, the club will be shut for months and..."
"You're left sexually frustrated and..." Chase looked up, then reached up and gently placed his fingers under his larger, masculine brothers chin and tenderly caressed him. "I might be able to help with that..."
Ivan blinked, then looked down, before he lowered himself down, almost squatting, as he looked into Chase's eyes.
"You... I mean, we haven't...since we were..."
Chase smiled that adorable smile of his, then licked Ivan between the eyes. "No time like the present, besides, I bought some new...things, I've been just dying to try them out!"
"You...what?"
Taking the larger stag by the paw, Chase led him to the bedroom and gestured graciously. A black nylon rope was attached to a clip, which in turn was attached to two hobbles that sat on the bed. Up on a pillow lay two manacles and a broad, thick collar.
Ivan blinked, then walked over and picked it up, gazing at it.
"You like it?" Chase giggled shyly, as he pointed at the ceiling.
That rope lead up from the bed, through a pulley in the ceiling then down to a large hook on the wall.
"I think this will be _so_much fun...let me demonstrate for you!"
Chase lay on the bed, then sat up and clipped the hobbles around his ankles, making sure they were tight and secure. Ivan threw the collar to him, then watched as Chase slipped it around his neck and quickly did it up. Slipping a black leather halter from under the bed, he pulled it on and turned his head.
"Do it up please? I can't reach it properly..."
Ivan frowned, seeing the two clips at the back of the collar, then the third which would lock the harness to the collar behind Chase's head.
"What about..." Ivan asked, holding the hobbles.
"Oh, them too!" Chase smiled, as he placed his paws behind his head.
Ivan locked them in place, staring at his smaller sibling, before it started to dawn on him.
"Oh, I get it...these lock into the neck collar and...then that in turn holds you down to...this..."
Tapping a hooflet against the chain that lay between the pillows, Ivan finally figured it out.
"Ankle hobbles hold your legs up, neck and paws are affixed to the chain there...leaving you...completely restrained! Oh..."
"Well?" Chase smirked wider. "Two birds with one stone and all that..."
Ivan quickly bound the smaller whitetail to the bed and pulled on the nylon rope until Chase's twin cloven hooves were pointing at the ceiling. It was tight, but his legs were slightly bent, so it wasn't painful.
"You're...looking very...vulnerable - " Ivan growled, feeling his lust growing within him.
"That was the idea - " Chase squirmed and tested the restraints, then nodded. "Well? Going to keep this poor doe all tied up all night? Or are you going to show her a good time?"
Chase giggled as he could smell how quickly the pheromones began to work on his mule brother. They had cost a fortune, but Chase knew it was worth it.
"Urgh..." Ivan grunted, as he stroked his firming penis in his fingers. "I'm going to rut you until you love me, little doe..."
"I already do..." Chase laughed quietly, then flagged his tail against the coverlet.
Ivan, his anger and frustration swept away by the pheromones of an oestrous doe.
"You're absolute...certain of this? I _am_rather...frustrated..."
Chase giggled and nodded as best he could. "To help my dear brother, I'm willing to be your doe...however, and whenever..."
Ivan walked to the cupboard, then opened it and pulled out a large bottle of lube. Quickly, he squirted some into both paws and rubbed his not inconsiderable Cervid length from base to tip and back.
"Last chance little doe..." He growled playfully.
Chase giggled and squirmed eagerly. "I'm ready..."
Ivan walked back to where Chase was restrained by the hobbles and manacles, before he stood at the end of the bed and looked down at his smaller, effeminate sibling.
"You better hope you're ready little doe..."
Chase flagged his tail, then he gasped as Ivan pressed himself against Chase's rump and slid home to the retracted sheath.
"Urgh - I forgot how...tight you feel..." Ivan moaned softly.
Chase giggled and panted, as Ivan was a big boy - thicker than most deer and Chase pondered, if their father hadn't been a feral - for Ivan packed it where it counted. Placing his paws on his hips, Ivan grinned at the gasping Whitetail and began to sensuously slide out - then ram himself back in again.
Every-time Ivan's furred scrotum slapped against Chase's rump, Chase panted and moaned in delight - a gasp coming from him as Ivan rocked his hips back and forth.
"Needy...little doe... You're already...receptive, you been naughty?"
His pace increasing, the loud slap of his scrotum against Chase's rump and tail getting stronger, Chase moaned and shuddered.
"Maybe..."
Ivan growled and began to enthusiastically pound himself into Chase's body, gazing down at the moaning and panting Whitetail who squeezed his eyes closed with each sharp thrust.
"I'm going to rut you until you bleat little doe..." Ivan snorted.
"Not...hard - " Chase gasped, eyes squeezed closed as he savoured the almost feral like mounting.
"Oof...oof...oof..." Chase gurgled, lost in the pleasure.
Ivan grinned and grabbed Chase by the restrained ankles and squeezed gently. "Bleat little doe, bleat like I know you do..."
"Nngh - " Chase ground his teeth and shook his head from side to side.
"Give...in...doe..." Ivan panted.
He felt his scrotum tightening - he was so close to his orgasm, yet he forced himself to hold out.
With a grin, he reached around Chase's thighs and gripped his brothers sheath in one paw and sensuously pulled it backwards. Almost instantly, Chase bleated and bucked wildly as he come to full arousal and ejaculate wildly, his semen splattering his chest and muzzle in a hot, sticky mess.
"Urgh!" Chase squealed. "You did that on...on...oh...."
A heartbeat later, Ivan slammed himself home and filled the young Whitetail with his thick, hot semen.
"Urgh...that was...so mean..." Chase panted.
Ivan gripped his brothers ankles, feeling the last of his orgasm squirting inside Chase, before he stroked his brothers shins.
"Maybe...so - " Ivan giggled and shuddered. "I warned you I was a bit...pent up..."
"Not...fair - " Chase gurgled and shuddered.
He blinked and titled his head down to stare between his legs at his brothers broad grin. Ivan gripped his brothers ankles and began to vigorously hump him again, just as hard and fast as last time. Chase bleated and squealed in arousal and pleasure at the frenetic and enthusiastic lovemaking.
As Ivan began to eagerly slam himself back inside Chase again, his Cervid length quickly coming back to full arousal within Chase.
"Oh no little doe...I'm not through with you yet..."
Chase bleated again and again, he couldn't help it. Every time, Ivan snickered and continued to rut the gasping Whitetail. He was determined to rut the young stag until he was a doe...eagerly giving his brother everything he had.
"I told you little doe - I'm going to rut you until you love me..."
"I...urgh, so...ooo... I do... I do!" Chase bleated and flinched in the restraints. "I do..."
END