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When we got back home, I noticed that both mom's car and dad's were still missing from the driveway. They both had work that day, and so had left Jake in charge of the house; in charge of me. Part of me had been hoping they would've returned already, and could put a stop to what was about to happen. And at the same time, another part which had been lurking in the back of my mind all along sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. No help would be coming. Jake and I would be alone for the rest of the day.

I was completely at the alpha's mercy.

As soon as the front door slammed shut, the panes of the small window at is top rattling in their frames, Jake's voice barked out his first order for me: "Strip." No, it wasn't an order, not even a request; it was a plain statement of fact, of reality, of what would happen next. And my hands moved to obey as soon as the word rung out into the cooler air of the house's entry hall. I tugged my sweat-damp shirt up and tossed it aside, and all the while I could feel Jake watching every one of my movements, his burning eyes locking onto my slim chest and hips and thighs as they were exposed in turn. My shoes and socks and pants quickly followed, and then--with one last whimper as his younger brother--I pulled my briefs down and off and kicked them aside.

Then, with the soft whine of an omega bitch, I looked to Jake for his next command.

"Good boy..." When Jake purred those words out, licking his chops while staring at my nude body, I almost collapsed into a babbling puddle on the floor; how many times had I fantasized hearing him say those words? Seeing him looking at me like that? Waiting with bated breath for him to grab me, grope me, do whatever he wanted with me? But a crook of his finger as he brushed past me, bumping my shoulder and nearly sending me sprawling to the floor while he made his way into the living room, made it clear he had other plans.

He stood tall and proud near the couch, waiting impatiently for me to approach, and then tugged on his outermost shirt.

"You like sucking the sweat outta my clothes back in the park?"

"Yes." There was no point in denying it.

"Yes, what?" The alpha's brow furrowed, and the faintest hint of a thunderous rumble sounded from his throat.

My ears pressed tight against my skull. My tail tucked itself between my trembling legs. I swallowed hard. "Y-yes, sir."

"Good boy." Again, those words just made the trembling of my limbs--the lustful aching in my crotch--even more intense; especially when he began to tug his outermost shirt up and off, giving me a peek of his stomach fur underneath while releasing a waft of masculine B.O into the air. He looked at me. He smirked. He balled the sweat-soaked garment up, and then chucked it right in my face. "Then you get sucking while I get comfy, bitch."

Heat. Humid stench. Wet fabric stained and soaked through with my brother's alphahood. I clutched the shirt in a tight grip, and started huffing his smell out of the fabric between every panting, whining breath. Just like I had with his clothes, with his socks, with his rank and stinking underwear for years. I sucked on every pungent spot I could find, my saliva renewing the scent and flavor, and swallowed down every bit of it. Letting it tingle on my tongue. Letting it burn in my throat. Letting it stain me inside and out; letting it mark me as his.

And as I watched, glancing over at him through half-closed eyes, Jake stripped down. Slowly. Like the pornstar he could easily become; every other guy certainly paled in comparison to him. His muscles bulging and flexing under the layers of his clothes. His confident grin nearly knocking me over with the force of its charisma. The sheer, burning heat of his gaze almost setting me alight, making me gasp and sweat under the intensity of his stare. He pulled off another t-shirt, tossing it to me, and I began to lick the sweat and musk out of that one as well. Another t-shirt. His jeans, and then a pair of his boxers; and I whimpered while grinding my nose into the fabric which had cupped and rubbed against his groin all day.

On and on. Layer after layer. Garment after garment; when Jake kicked his shoes off, I even grabbed them up to lap all over the outside and stick my snout down into them, sniffing the musk-stained inner lining. And as I continued to slurp and lick and clean every article of my brother's clothing with my lips and tongue, the smell grew heady, and then cloying, and then choking. The pungent flavor intensified until it was stinging my eyes, and it became a struggle to force my mouth onto each garment. Every new layer stripped off of him tipped the scale further and further from raunchy to outright rank; when I turned the last pair of boxers Jake had been wearing inside out, pushed my snout into them, and breathed in, I forgot completely that Jake had just showered that morning.

It stank. It seared my nostrils and lungs, and nearly made my tongue shrivel right up in my mouth. It was like Jake hadn't bathed in weeks; and for a shameful moment, I wondered how strong it would be were that actually true. The brief whiff of his dickstink I'd gotten in the park earlier had nearly bowled me over, but now I was breathing in his sheer, concentrated musk.

I gagged, and he laughed.

"What's the matter? Can't handle a real male's smell?" I could see him plopping down to lounge on the couch, wearing only his sleeveless undershirt, his socks, and a jockstrap. That dirty garment had deep yellow stains all over the pouch. It was visibly stiff and crusty even from where I was standing. It strained around the fat and pendulous bulge of his sheath and balls, leaving pretty much nothing to the imagination. "Didn't you say you loved huffing my underwear, Danny? Though I guess you only found my boxers, huh?"

'Only' his boxers; so then what was up with the jockstrap?

The question must have been plain on my face, because he smirked, ground a palm on that filthy pouch, and gave himself a squeeze. "Yeah, I just wear those over this thing. Makes them actually washable, since all the sweat and stink gets sealed up nice and good in here."

All the times I'd snuck a pair out of his hamper, flinching at the rich waft of musk from the fabric. All the times I'd sniffed it, snuffled all over the inside groin, feeling so perverted for loving that rank, raunchy scent. All those times, and I'd only ever smelled the little that had soaked through Jake's actual underwear. The thought sent a shudder down my spine, even as my sore crotch pulsed.

Jake laughed again. He sat back on the couch, proud and arrogant as a king on his throne, and lifted his arms up to rest them behind his head. He grinned, wide and toothy, at my apparent distress. "What's the matter? Back in the park you said you liked my stink, right?"

I stuttered and stammered; and when his brow perked upward, expectant, my throat loosened to let me answer. "Yeah..." His stare grew sharper, and I whimpered. "Yes, sir."

"You said you wanna be my musk-huffing, stink-loving bitch, right? That you'll sniff me anywhere I tell you to?"

Part of me already knew where he was going with that; and even as I felt my shame punching me in the gut, I gave my alpha big brother a nod. "Yes, sir."

"Then get over here and get your nose in my pits."

How many times had I fantasized about hearing him say those words? Fantasized about the sight before me, Jake lounging around and showing off his nearly-nude body? Fantasized about indulging every gay, kinky, perverted little fantasy I'd ever had about my alpha stud of a big brother? My knees kept knocking together, but my legs moved to obey his order. Moved me closer, closer, approaching him as my eyes locked onto that dank, reeking armpit.

"That's right." Closer. "Good boy, Danny." Closer. "There's my little musk-slut omega bitch." Closer; until my eyes slipped closed, and my snout pressed into the wiry forest of fur which filled his underarm, and I took in a slow, deep, appreciative sniff of him.

Rank. Raunchy. Stinky, pungent, cloying; no word could describe the aroma which blasted through my mind and nasal passage alike. The fur was soaked through with his sweat, and I could feel it smearing onto my nose and lips; smearing that rich, masculine odor onto my face, marking and staining me without any hope of it ever being washed away. The only thought I could form under its assault was that everyone--Mom and Dad, Scott and Olly and Brad, every one of my friends and everyone who'd ever meet me in the future--would be able to smell it on me.

Would know exactly what it meant.

Would know exactly what I was.

Half of me wanted to pull away, reeling and coughing and gagging. The other half wanted to push in deeper, fill my lungs to the brim with that alpha B.O., and accept my position as an omega; my older brother's omega. I shuddered and shivered, and then I felt Jake's massive hand land on the crown of my head. Stroking between my ears. Scritching in just the right spot to turn me into a whimpering, tail-wagging puddle.

Keeping me in my place.

"Yeah, breathe it in, omega." My lungs inflated, following his order. "You love it, don't you. Dirty little slut." My head bobbed--nodded--as I smothered my whining in his raunchy-smelling armpit fur. "Fuck, Danny... little fucking bitch..." I flinched at every scornful word spoken in that domineering voice, but I couldn't find me in it to deny a single one.

"Nngh... J-Jake..."

"That's 'Alpha' to you, bitch."

My jaw worked. My eyes rolled in my head. Another deep whiff of his stench nearly knocked me out. "A-Alpha..."

"Good boy..." He hummed in satisfaction, and then gave the crown of my head another pat. "Hm... that walk you took me on got me real fucking hot and sweaty. Might need to take another shower. Or..." Fuck, I could almost feel his wide and toothy and pitiless grin. "Say, Danny... you wanna give your Alpha a nice tongue bath?"

"Ghg..."

"Ha! Don't try to wiggle out of it, dude." He pressed me deeper into his armpit. Ground my face into it. Held me there as I struggled and squirmed in vain against his superior might. "Bet you've been getting off to the thought of it for years by now, huh?"

My soft, pleading whine seemed to be more than answer enough for him.

"Come on, I want you to do it, bitch. So do it... Lick me clean like the disgusting little omega you are."

I licked him. How could I refuse? I pushed my snout into his armpit, took another whiff of him, and began to slurp the sweat and musk right out of his pit fur. He was right, after all; I wanted it. Had gotten off to it for years at that point. Had jerked off and blown the best loads of my life to the thought of being his personal bath slave; he'd never need to shower again, my tongue would be the only thing cleaning up his pits and pecs and paws and crotch. I'd lap at each toepad, and suck the smegma right off his dick, and even lick his swampass clean; and I'd thank him for it, too.

I was finally getting what I wanted, and it was way more than I'd ever dreamt in my dirtiest fantasies.

He was so sweaty, one would think he'd just run a marathon. His musk was so strong, one would think he hadn't showered in months. Every flare of my nostrils and flick of my tongue brought that stench, that acrid-salty flavor into me; and the tingling on my tongue and in my lungs of his masculine alpha pheromones kept me frozen in place. Even as my belly roiled, and sourness stung my throat. Even as I whined and squirmed, feeling my mind sinking into a haze. Even as I clung to him, clutching his undershirt in my clenched fist and feeling his chest rumble with laughter.

I opened my mouth to suckle on that tuft of fur, and gulped down everything I could get out of it.

"Fuck yeah. Love it, don't you, little bitch." Smirking down at me. "You want more?" Holding me close in the vice-tight grip of his arm. "You've still gotta do my other pit, then you can get the rest of me." Smothering me with his musk, with his stench, with his overwhelming presence as I licked and lapped and slurped all over.

Across the wide expanse of his chest to his other armpit, staying trapped in the rank valley under his arm until I'd swallowed down every single drop of his sweat. Down his arm to his hand, whimpering in submission as I sucked on his fingers and kissed his boulder-like biceps. Pulling his undershirt up until he tore it off himself, and then worshipping every flexing and bunching inch of his massive pectorals; over the rise of each peak, into the cleft between them, and around the pair of thick, firm nipples which crowned those stony mounds.

"Good boy." He flexed under every flick of my tongue, letting me feel his raw, untamed strength. "They're a lot bigger than yours, aren't they? Then again, everything's bigger on me. Right?"

With my ears tucked against my skull, I nodded. He was right, and I knew it well. He was a hulking beast, whereas I was a scrawny little loser. Every inch of him bulged with built and sculpted musculature, whereas my chest and shoulders and arms were slim and skinny. And just from glancing down at his cotton-clad bulge, I could see that it was far larger, far heavier, far more ample and virile than my own malehood.

And so, it only made sense for me to do what I was doing. For me to lick at his neck and shoulders, and slurp between the ridges of his abs, and edge my way down towards that gargantuan package between his supple thighs. He was the alpha, and I was his bitch; even if I had denied it back at the park, even if I had balked at the idea, it felt so fucking right while I was sitting there on the couch and giving him a thorough tongue-bath.

"You wanna lick my dick clean too?"

"Mmhm..." I wriggled my tongue into his navel, both gagging at and moaning in appreciation of the pungent flavor I found in there.

"Haven't washed it in a while. Didn't really need to, since I haven't had a bitch to stick it in."

"Mmgh..." I could already smell how bad it reeked from where I was, but I didn't--couldn't--resist his hand on my head pushing me downward towards it.

"That won't be a problem for you, will it, Danny."

Not a question. And still not an order nor a request. A plain statement of fact, of reality, of what would happen next. "No, sir."

"Then get started. Don't have all fucking day."

I moved to obey, pushing down between his spread legs towards his bulge; and the next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor while staring up at Jake, my head pounding and my eyes watering from the burning in my snout.

He laughed again, mocking and sneering, as he moved one hindpaw to prod at the groaning heap into which I'd collapsed. "Aww, poor little bitch. Got knocked right out by a real male's dickstink." He snorted and gave me another prod as that hindpaw settled onto my chest. "Fuck, you're such a little bitch, Danny. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're a fucking girl." A smirk. A rumble. His other hindpaw lifting up to give my hip a light kick. "Could probably pass for one, at least."

I whimpered and groaned, squirming on the living room carpet as his pawpads kneaded my chest and thigh. The former flat, the latter cushy and soft. Squeezable. Girlish; and fuck me if the thought didn't have its own appeal.

"Well, little girl?" The curling of his lip twisted the word into a biting mockery as his one hindpaw moved up to my chin. To my cheek. To press right onto my nose, giving me a whiff of its odor; no light, corn-chip smell, but a sweaty and heady stink much like what I'd sampled from his armpits. "Gonna finish giving big brother that tongue bath you promised him?"

I whimpered. I whined. I nodded, and began to lap at his pawpads. Over each ridge, down into the musky nooks and crannies between them, and then finishing off with a suckle of each toe in turn. Bathing them. Worshiping them, like I'd thought about doing when I'd rubbed them that morning. And then repeating the process with his other hindpaw, giving it a nice and thorough cleaning.

His ankles and calves. His shins and knees. His thighs. I licked and lapped all over, trying to get every inch of him; and at the same time, trying to delay the moment where I'd be back in his rank, stinking, pheromone-rich crotch. But there was only so long I could delay the inevitable. His hand on the back of my head became insistent, and the rumbling from above became impatient, and so I let myself be pulled towards my brother's jock-clad package.

But instead of the irreparably-stained fabric, my nose sunk down into the swampy pit under his balls.

"Mngh!"

"Come on, bitch. Don't you wanna get me clean everywhere?"

I did, and yet it was a struggle against the fog filling my brain and the sour bile in my throat. His ass smelled almost worse than his groin, the bitter earthiness which tinged the scent leaving no doubt about what waited for my tongue in that crevice. But my body wasn't my own anymore, and all I could do was lick and swallow and try not to gag too much as my tongue pushed into his taint. Pushed into his asscrack. Squirmed around, not daring to push far enough to find the rim of his asshole. After all, a part of me had long wanted exactly what was happening; had fantasized about sniffing and licking and exploring every bit of my brother's firm and solid and supple ass, even as the certainty that he'd pound my face in for even thinking about it had lingered at the back of my mind.

But it was finally happening. And no matter how bad his backside smelled or tasted, that part of me loved what my older brother--my alpha--was doing to me. Loved servicing him in any way he pleased. Loved being his dirty omega bitch.

Resisting the roiling in my stomach, I ground my snout into that dank cleft. I licked and slurped all around. I pressed my nose into the stiff, dingy fabric of his jock; and with every breath, my burning nose grew used to the stench.

Until I could move up, lapping at a particularly set-in yellow stain--cum or piss, I couldn't tell; the acrid and salty flavor could've been either-or--until my entire mouth tasted of his malehood.

Until I grew bold enough--or lust-drunk, or too lost in what his alpha pheromones were doing to me; either way, my body moved to his orders instead of my will--to pull down that final barrier between me and the dick I'd been craving for so long.

Until at last, I was face to face--one more waft of sheer masculine musk hitting me right in the snout, hard enough to almost send me reeling backward--with Jake's sheath and balls.

I'd seen them plenty of times before, of course. In peeks and glances under the shifting of the towel around his waist after a shower. Through his cracked-open bedroom door when he would be occupied with changing out of his clothes. In all the pics he'd sent to 'boihole_03'. But being there, kneeling between his spread thighs and looking right at that alpha package, was almost a religious experience. His ballsack was as big as my two fists together, and the fleshy tube above it was as thick as a soda can. I could see the aroused pulsing of his flesh. I could see how heavy the twin testicles in that furry pouch were as they hung down low. And I could see--and smell--the off-white flecks of smegma caught in his pubic fur and crusted around the opening of his sheath.

Rank. Sharp and acrid. Dirty; begging for--no, demanding--a good, thorough tongue-bath.

"Ja-... A-Alpha..."

"Yeah, sorry." He snickered, voice rumbling and completely unapologetic, as the grip of his paws on the sides of my head tightened. "Like I said, haven't had a reason to really clean down there for a while." I could feel the weight of his gaze as he stared down at me; domineering, expectant, and insistent. "But you don't mind... do you, Danny."

"Nngh..." I swallowed. "N-no..."

"You wanna suck the dickcheese right out of my cock pouch, don't you."

"Gh..." My musk-stained tongue flicked across my slack lips. "Y-yes... sir..."

"Go on, then. Clean me up, bitch."

I cleaned him; how could I not? It was an order from an alpha, and I couldn't disobey. I dragged my tongue all over his fuzzy, silky sack again and again, slurping up every bit of sweat caught in the fur. I took one of those big, heavy orbs into my mouth--one was all I could fit--and suckled on it, then did the same with Jake's other testicle. I pushed my tongue deep into the crevices of his thighs, sucked on his thick and wiry pubic bush to clean out every nugget of smut caught within it, and then latched onto my brother's sheath to work the grime off of its tip. And no matter how much I gagged, and heaved, and whined at what I was being forced to do--what my body was doing--I swallowed down everything my alpha had to give.

"Fuck, good boy, Danny..." The throbbing grew more intense as I kneaded that plump cock pouch with my lips. "Lick me clean, fucking gross bitch..." Flecks of smegma fell away, undoing my work as the hidden flesh stirred. "Shit... so... fucking hot..." I groaned, and whimpered, and stared wide-eyed as Jake's malehood pushed free of its hiding place, twitching and pulsing to erection.

Six inches. Eight. A foot; no, more than a foot. It rose up like a gargantuan spire, long and thick and absolutely reeking of overripe musk and alpha pheromones. Again, I'd seen that monolith of an erection plenty of times in the nudes he'd sent me. The girthy shaft. The pair of bulbs which bulged out his sheath on either side of the base; four knots instead of the usual two, a very rare quirk seen in only the most virile alphas, according to the doctor's Jake had seen. The heavy balls hanging below, completing the impressive--irresistible--view. But having the real deal throbbing right in my face, leaking thick streams of precum which soaked through the clinging layer of dick cheese all along its considerable length, was another thing entirely.

"Holy fucking shit, Jake..."

"Fuck yeah, you like?" He grasped it. Squeezed it. Waved it in my face, wafting yet more raunchy malestink right into my nose. "Bet it gets that little bitch-cunt of yours quivering, doesn't it."

I ducked my head, but didn't deny it.

"See, bitch? You think you could ever be my boyfriend, when I've got this fat breeding tool? Think you could ever be man enough to keep up with a fucking alpha?"

"I-I..."

"In fact, you know what? I've got an idea..." His massive hind paw moved up to my chest, pushing me away. My older brother stood, stretched, groaned in appreciation of his own masculinity; and then glanced down to me, scornful at how pathetic I must've looked. On my knees before him. Whimpering and whining in submission. Muzzle still smeared with his cock smut and pre-cum, cheeks blushing, and ears tucked against my skull. "Come upstairs, my room. But get the tape measure out of the laundry room first. You're gonna see the differences between you and me... Maybe then you'll understand why you'll always be nothing but a little omega bitch."

With shame knotting up in my gut, and clenching in my throat, and stinging behind my eyes, I nodded. I hopped up at his command. I obeyed my alpha. "Yes, sir."

---

A short while later, when I knocked on Jake's bedroom door and entered at his command, I was greeted with another view which I'd been fantasizing about for years: Jake was sprawled on his bed, idly stroking and caressing and teasing his massive erection to keep it at full, throbbing length. He looked at me, grunted, and crooked a finger; and almost of their own accord, my legs brought me over to kneel down between his splayed legs once more. "Good boy. Now, you're gonna measure how big my dick is. See how 'big' your big brother is..." He gave me a smirk. "How much bigger of a male I am than you. Understand?"

I gulped. I nodded. I tried to keep my trembling limbs in check. "Y-yes, sir."

"Good. Start with my shaft, bitch."

With an obedient nod, I grasped his fat, throbbing, virile cock. Pressed one end of the plastic measuring tape to the base, and pulled it up along the underside of his shaft. Measured along the length, my eyes growing wider when I saw the tick at the very tip of my brother's erection. "Th-thirteen inches long..."

"Thirteen inches." Jake was staring right at me, his eyes burning with lust. "More than enough to fill any bitch right up, huh? And let me tell you, this thing's been up to the hilt in plenty of pussies." A considering hum, and a downward flick of his gaze. "You've measured yours, right?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"And how long's your little omega dick, Danny?"

My cheeks burned, and the knot in my throat tightened. "Not... thirteen inches..."

"How. Long."

I squirmed. I whined. I held out as long as I could under his impatient, darkening stare, and finally blurted out, "F-four..." With a quiet whimper, I added under my breath, "A-and like... a half..."

"Four and a half...?!" He laughed. With his head thrown back as his chest heaved, my older brother laughed at my embarrassing confession. "Shit, I didn't know you had a baby dick, Danny. No wonder you can't get anyone to touch it."

His words stung, and I couldn't stop myself from flinching and ducking my head as though they were a physical blow; but they weren't exactly wrong. I was a virgin. Inexperienced, aside from jacking off to porn and my own perverted fantasies. So totally unlike my alpha stud of a big brother, who probably had bitches--female and male--throwing themselves at him non-stop.

Well, apart from his dry spell, but details.

"And how big around is it?" His hips rocked, grinding that gargantuan length against my hand. "Go on, see for yourself."

I saw. I wrapped the measuring tape around my older brother's thick, ample shaft. And again, my voice came out in a shaky, awe-struck whisper. "T-ten..."

"Hell yeah. Ten fucking inches." That smirk of his was definitely handsome, even if it was filled with scorn at the moment. "You know how many females cream themselves just from getting something that thick in them? 'Cuz I do." Another laugh at my expense. "Knots next, bitch. Then the balls."

Again, I obeyed; what else could I do? Even if it was embarrassing, even if it was humiliating, even if it was an excuse for Jake to boast about his malehood while emasculating me, it was my excuse to touch that hot, twitching erection I'd been dreaming about. I wrapped the tape measure around the lower set of his knots. "T-twelve and a half." Then I hefted his balls, wrapped them up to measure the circumference of that hefty sack, and sucked a breath in through my teeth. "S-sixteen..."

Another rock of his hips. "Nice, huh? You know how much fuckin' cum is in these bad boys?" Another. "How many pups I probably have running around from all the bitches I've fucked?" Another; and I could almost feel the churning of his balls as they pulled up with the flexing of his groin muscles, making his erection bob and bounce and gush precum onto his abs. "Get their pussies plugged up with my fat fuckin' knot to make sure every drop takes..."

I could imagine it. Jake flooding womb after womb with his virile seed. Breeding bitch after bitch, siring litter after strong, healthy litter of pups. I wouldn't be surprised if many of them turned out to be strong, healthy, virile alphas like him; and despite how wrong it was, my tail hiked up and my own--small, pathetic, omega-sized--ballsack roiled at the thought.

"You see, little bro?" Once more, his tone twisted the words into a sneering mockery as he looked down between my own thighs. "You really think you can measure up to a fucking alpha? A puny little omega bitch like you? A little baby-dicked virgin?"

Shame. Humiliation. Burning, surging arousal. I panted and whined, swallowed down my answer a couple times, and then finally spat it out. "N-no, sir..." His expectant stare was like a weight pressing down on me. "I... c-can't. I'm... a worthless little omega bitch."

"That's right." His legs closed around me, the mere brush of his fur on mine keeping me pinned in my place. "And what's the only thing omega bitches are good for?"

"P-pleasing their alpha..."

"And who's your alpha, Danny?" He was looking at me. Stroking his long, thick, virile alpha cock. Panting with arousal as he waited for me to answer.

"You are."

I was looking back at him. Staying still and keeping my legs spread to show off the goods to him. Whimpering as I looked him over in return, gazing at my big, strong, sexy alpha of a big brother. In that moment, I really would've done anything he asked of me, and been grateful for the opportunity; I would have licked the rest of the smegma off his dick, bent over and lifted my tail, and let him mark and claim me as his omega. But instead he chuckled, sat up, and reached over to rifle through his bedside drawer.

I'll admit, when something--as light as it was--smacked into my chest, I let out a pretty embarrassing yelp.

"Go on, then. Put that on."

A condom. Of course Jake had condoms in his bedside drawer. I shouldn't have been surprised, but still I stared down at the foil packet lying on the bed, idly brushing at the spot on my chest where it had hit me. "W-wha...?"

"Don't get any ideas." He moved to sit up against the headboard, crossing his legs and fondling himself while watching me with an expectant expression on his face. "You're gonna show me what a pathetic little omega load those balls of your put out. And then I'm gonna show you the kind of loads an alpha can shoot. Understand?"

"Y-yes." It didn't even occur to me to argue at that point; why would I? Hadn't I wanted something like that for so long? With trembling fingers, I managed to rip the foil open and fumble the condom out and down towards my crotch. But then I paused, frowning. It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Hotter than any of my wildest jack-off fantasies. I felt like I was about to explode at any moment; so why was my dick still tucked away in my sheath?

Sure, it still ached a little from Jake's abuse back in the park. And sure, the rich stench of alpha pheromones hanging heavily in the air was raising the hackles of a--tiny, barely-apparent, weak and whimpering and slowly shrinking--part of my own masculinity. But even as I kneaded my sore cock pouch, and teased a finger into its pre-flooded depths, and slowly tugged my half-soft shaft out into the open, it felt like the lazily-pulsing flesh just couldn't work up the will to stiffen into a full erection.

A grunt. Shifting on the bedspread, and then a muscular arm slinging itself around my shoulders. Humid breath tickling my tucked-down ear. "Can't pop a boner, little bro?"

I gulped, and whimpered in shame, and shook my head.

"Probably 'cuz you drank my piss earlier. And you've been huffing my alpha pheromones ever since we got home." Jake let out a quiet laugh, jostling me. "Your body already knows what you are. And it wants more, doesn't it. You wanna guzzle my piss, and drink my cum, and let me turn you into the omega bitch you were meant to be."

I squirmed in his grasp. I licked my lips, nervous anxiety clenching in my gut. But I didn't deny what he was saying.

"Y'know, I read online that when an alpha would claim his omega, it was normal for him to fuck the dirty little bitch's sheath." My breath hissed in through my clenched teeth when Jake reached down to pinch my not-erection between a forefinger and a thumb. Kneading it. Feeling it up. Demonstrating once again how small and pathetic my malehood was. "When they cum, some of their sperm actually gets inside of the omega's dick. It goes down in his balls and starts attacking 'em from within, eventually making him sterile."

I'd read plenty of similar things in my own 'research'. And while it could be reversed--as long as the omega stopped taking his alpha's cum loads in his sheath--it would take a long, long time for his malehood to work properly again. Even then, however, it wouldn't ever really work the same way afterwards; he'd always have more difficulty getting hard, and what sperm he could make would be a lot weaker. I knew all of that. I knew it was probably happening to me as we spoke. And even as I struggled to maintain my twitching half-chub, my balls roiled and my entire crotch felt like it was on fire.

I was so fucking horny for what Jake was doing to me.

"If we keep this up, you'll be completely impotent and sterile in no time. Won't even be able to get hard." His voice deepened into a rumbling growl as he spoke; trying to hold back 'horny alpha mode' for my sake, or so I like to think. "That little thing's probably gonna be the last boner you ever pop. And when you cum, it's gonna be the last load you ever blow. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"And that's what you want, Danny?"

I didn't hesitate. "Yes." I looked up at him, deep into his handsome, dominant, alpha eyes, and nodded. "I want it." My paw kneaded my tingling balls. "I want to be your cumdump, sir. Lift my tail and let you use my ass whenever you need it." Kneaded my sheath. "I want to give you a tongue bath any time you need it. I don't care how sweaty or smelly or... d-dirty... you are... I'll lick it all up and thank you for it." Squeezed my sheathed knot as it did its best to inflate. "F-fuck, Jake... make me your whore. Your slut. I wanna be your omega bitch so fucking bad..."

"Then get that condom on and empty your balls of their last pathetic load, bitch."

Scrambling to obey. Rolling the condom down over my half-chub. Blushing at how loose it was around the small, semi-soft shaft; and ducking my head under the blows of his sneering laughter as he smirked at the sight. I gripped my cock, pumping it, and whimpered as I gave him a pleading look. "Hey, Jake?"

"'Alpha', bitch."

"A-Alpha..." Again I swallowed, wetting my dry throat. "C-can I... smell your dirty underwear? Since it's... g-gonna be the last load I ever blow... I want it to be to your smell."

He chuckled. He grinned, wide and teeth-baring. He grunted and got to his feet, sauntered over to his closet, and bent over to rifle through the pile of his discarded clothes; and with another mingled surge of shame and arousal, I let my gaze wander over his firm backside as I continued jerking off. "Sure. Here, you can have these." Jake tossed a jock at me--the jock he'd been wearing earlier, judging by the fresh pre stains soaking the pouch--and I wasted no time grabbing it up. Pressing it to my face. Taking a deep, lung-filling sniff.

The sheer, overwhelming, cloying breath of his pungent stench made me whine in pleasure as I came; my sack drew up, my half-hard dick jumped, and I spurted into the condom.

Shaking. Shivering. Huffing and panting, grinding my nose into the heavily-stained fabric, letting it stain me with my alpha's masculine musk. I heard Jake suppressing a laugh, and looked down to see what he was grinning at; I'd barely filled the bulb at the condom's tip with a few squirts of watery cum.

"Damn, is that really all you can do?" Jake shook his head and snorted; and then he reached down to yank the used condom off of my softening cock, tying it off--pretty much right at the end--before setting it on his dresser. Then he grabbed another condom out of his drawer, and ripped the foil packaging with his teeth. "Lemme show you a real male's load."

I watched him roll the condom over that fat, girthy, gargantuan length of his, blushing when he glanced at me and smirked at how much it had to stretch over his malehood. I watched him move back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and spreading his legs. I watched him point to the floor between his hindpaws.

"Get down there and jerk me off, bitch."

I obeyed.

Once again, I moved to kneel between his splayed legs and get my hands on his package. The rich, virile stink of his groin filled my lungs when I dipped downward, nuzzling and snuffling into his sack as I grasped that dick I'd been wanting and dreaming of and fantasizing about for so long. With a deep, appreciative moan and a whimper of submission, I started jerking my brother off; gripping and squeezing the shaft, pumping it in a steady rhythm, feeling him bucking up against me with another growl of arousal.

"Mmngh. Squeeze my knots, just like that." Panting. "Love getting your hands on my dick, don't'cha, bitch?" Groaning. "Fuck, should've done this weeks ago. Should've gone in your room and bent you over right when I realized who the fuck you were..." Huffing and grunting and snarling with pleasure. I put my all into getting him off, loving every second of it--loving that I was finally getting to do that with him--while I used every little trick I'd use on myself while jerking off.

Gripping the tip in one loose fist while grinding my palm all over it.

Using my fingertips to knead along the pulsing, throbbing, bulging length of his urethra, all the way down to the base.

Making an o-ring with the forefinger and thumb of one hand, locking it tight behind his knots, and then going to town on the shaft with the other.

And with every soft croon, and deep growl, and strangled whine he let out, pride surged within me; after all, it was me making my older brother--my alpha--feel that way, not some female. I was getting him hot. I was getting him horny.

I was getting him off.

With one last howl, throwing his head back and thrusting upward into my grasp, Jake came. His long, thick, throbbing alpha erection twitched, and jumped, and erupted. Viscous, virile cum gushed out of my older brother's cock in ample shots; and I got a front-row seat to the show as he filled the condom.

And filled it.

And filled it.

Now, you have to understand something; just a single spurt of his precum was a lot more than the entire load I'd shot into my condom. Wouldn't be surprised if it was a lot more potent, too; probably could've gotten someone pregnant with his pre-fluids alone. So when I say he filled his condom up with his thick, sticky seed, I mean that thing was bulging like a damn water balloon. And even more impressively, even after he pulled it off and tied it up--all the while making sure not to spill a single drop--he didn't get soft. That long, thick, throbbing alpha erection of his stayed at full mast, ready to go for another round.

"Holy shit..."

"Mm, yeah..." Panting. Grunting. Grinning at me, wide and toothy and confident; purely alpha. "Like seeing a real male shoot, l'il bro? Can go a bunch of times to keep my bitches satisfied..." His eyes darted down to my crotch, where my own cock had retreated in shame back to its hiding place after spitting out all it could manage. "You be a good omega, and that's gonna be you. Every day for the rest of your life." My older brother nodded towards the bulging, straining, over-filled condom, and the thought of it--of taking load after thick, sticky load until I was just as over-filled with his virile cum--smothered the last of my fears and worries and doubts.

I wanted it. I wanted it so fucking bad. And I'd do anything--let him do anything to me--to get it.

"Fuck, Ja-... A-Alpha..." Whimpering. Whining. Gazing at him in complete submission. My tail wagged behind me as I swallowed down the dryness of my throat. "That... That sounds so good. I... I'm so sorry I didn't... Y'know... Th-that I..."

"That you thought you could be anything more?" He sat up. "That you and me could be anything other than an alpha and his slutty omega bitch?" He leaned forward, pinning me with the weight of his stare. "That you had the balls to say 'no' to your big brother?" He grasped my snout, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

"Mngh... Y-yes... Sir..."

Jake hummed in thought, long and low and tinged with just a hint of a growl. "Actually, I do still need to punish you for that, come to think of it. After all, I can't have my omega thinking he can backtalk his alpha, right?" With a jeering laugh, he shoved me backwards, and I fell on my back on his bed. "You've been a bad boy, Danny."

As cliché as it may be, the words were like a knife being stabbed into my chest. I ducked my head, and tucked my tail, and let out a forlorn whine. "W-what... What are you gonna do...?" And yet, even as I stammered, there wasn't a hint of fear; after all, he was right. I'd disobeyed my alpha, and so deserved whatever punishment he could cook up.

Which, or so it seemed at first, wouldn't be all that terrible. He stood at the bedside, tall and looming, and grabbed his still-throbbing cock to give it a few good, solid pumps. "I'm gonna make you take this, little bro. All of it. You're gonna blow me all the way down to the knot." Again his voice dropped into that husky, near-feral tone. "And you're gonna beg for it, bitch. Beg me to choke you like the worthless fucking cocksleeve you are."

"P-please..." The words came out without me even having to think about it. I gulped, and whimpered, and begged for my brother's punishment. "Please, Alpha. Choke your worthless omega cocksleeve on your knot. Teach me how to be a... a g-good boy for you..."

And he did. Jake ordered me down onto my stomach, in a position that would leave my head hanging off the edge of the bed, and I moved to obey as soon as the words were out of his mouth. I watched as he padded back towards his closet to pull out a belt, and then put my hands behind my back at my big brother's order. I have to admit, I was just a little concerned when he wrapped said belt around my wrists a few times and cinched it tight, keeping them bound and immobilized; and there it was--that brief, icy touch of fear on my nape--when he pulled a ring-gag out of his bedside drawer.

I knew Jake was active. I knew Jake was experienced. But never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine Jake would actually be kinky. Sure, we'd talked plenty about all the perverted things he wanted to do to 'boihole_03', and there was all the stuff he'd made me do just a little earlier, but it had never crossed my mind that he'd actually go that far. However, even as Jake slipped the metal ring between my slackened jaws and buckled the leather straps tight around the back of my head--even as that icy finger traced down my spine to the base of my tail--the surging, roiling, searing heat in my gut and groin only got more intense. Burned hotter and higher. Grew into a raging fire of lust that consumed any reservations which might've still been lingering in my mind.

"There we go. You look good like that, bitch." Jake smirked down at me. "Might keep you like this from now on. All trussed up and ready for a nice hard fuck..." He grabbed the sides of my head in a crushing grip, holding it in place while grinding his still-stinking crotch right on my muzzle. "My fuckin' dirty little omega cumdump..." The massive club throbbing between his legs batted on my snout, smearing precum and cum and rank smegma all over my burning nose and straining lips.

"Ahng... Alhagh... hleegh..."

"Shh. Don't worry, Danny..." His thumbs stroked above my brow, right between the ears, in almost-tender half-circles. Jake looked down at me--looked down on me--and smirked. "Big bro's gonna give you exactly what you've been wanting." With that--and with one hand gripping the knotted base of his shaft--he started to feed his long, thick, dribbling alpha dick through the ring gag and into my mouth.

Then he rocked his hips forward, jabbing the tip right against the opening of my throat, and I coughed and gagged and heaved.

How can I even describe how it felt to have his fat, filthy, gargantuan cock in my mouth? Grinding its musky, pheromone-rich flavor right onto my tongue. Filling my maw and threatening to suffocate me with its masculine presence. Good, amazing, heavenly, like every fantasy I'd ever had was coming true at once; nothing can really give justice to the sheer sensation filling me in that moment. I couldn't move, couldn't squirm away, couldn't pull back or resist him. All I could do was lie there and take everything Jake gave me like the dirty omega bitch I was.

My older brother, my alpha, bucked and thrusted and rutted my mouth through the ring gag. With every slam of his hips, his rank pubic fur ground against my nose and his balls smacked against my chin. His throbbing length pushed against the opening of my throat again and again, until it finally forced its way through. I was being speared, impaled, dominated by my older brother's fat alpha dick, and there was nothing I could do about it as he moved in and then out.

In, and then out.

In, sat in place with his shaft choking me--quite literally, with its acrid funk and raunchy flavor and gargantuan girth--until my squirming and swallowing satisfied him, and then out to repeat the entire process all over again.

And again. And again. Harder and faster, working himself up into a growling, snarling, feral frenzy as he fucked my face like one of our wild ancestors. And with every thrust, I could feel all four of his knots inflating to brush against my lips and catch on the slickened ring of the gag which held my maw open. Again, and again, until at last he hilted and those fleshy bulbs locked him in place.

In my mouth.

In my throat.

And I was only allowed a moment to reflect on what was about to happen before he howled and came.

Again, I couldn't move with the belt around my wrists and his clawed hands gripping my head like a vice. So there was nothing I could do as his shaft slammed into my gullet, filling it right up, and began to pump what felt like gallons of his spunk down my throat. Keeping me pinned all the while. Keeping me in my place.

It was so much. It was too much. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I couldn't pull away from his raunchy crotch to take a breath of fresh air. All I could do was whine, and whimper, and let myself gradually pass out as Jake smothered me with his masculinity.

With his stench and pheromones and presence.

With his virile, potent, overwhelming alphahood.