Bound and Gagged
"Sorry bro, too bad," I heard my older brother Tom say as he strapped me up with various leather fixings, "Those were the rules of the bet. You have to do it, even if you don't want to."
As I opened my mouth to protest, a red rubber ball gag was hastily stuffed into my mouth and strapped behind my head. I didn't even know where my brother had gotten these things, let alone where he kept them (heck, I don't even remember how he got me naked), but wondering didn't do much to prevent him from covering my slender wolfen body until it showed almost as much shiny black leather as it did white fur.
Then, just as quickly as I had been somehow lured into his trap, he heaved me up over his shoulder and plopped me down onto a pile of laundry in his closet. "Be a good boy for me," he whispered as he slid the door closed, leaving me in darkness. My brother's scent was getting to me, and I found my thoughts drifting continuously back to what had happened less than an hour earlier.
"Welcome home, little bro!" I was so enamored with my brother's smiling face, that I didn't hear the sinister tone buried in the warm message that gave away his plot. As I walked in the door and dropped my backpack, he picked me up and spun me around in the air. Then he threw me onto the couch and got on top of me, tickling.
Kicking and screaming and laughing, it was all I could do to shout, "Stop, STOP!" but I don't think what I tried to say came out as words. It came out as nearly incomprehensible laughter. When Tom felt I had had enough torture, he climbed his grey furred body off of mine and sat down next to me, picking my head up and laying it in his lap.
Looking up at him, I asked, "Did something special happen? You seem extra happy today."
He looked down with a grin, "Oh, nothing. Just that mom's friend is having a baby, so mom and dad are going to be out late celebrating with her."
Before my brother could even continue, I had already shouted, "Aw Sweet!" and ran off to get some major game on. I ran back to the door, ripping open my backpack and pulling out a green plastic case that might as well have been solid gold. By the time my brother caught up with me in my room, I had already started a new game and was well into the carnage.
"Oh wow, is this Soul Splitter 7? I heard they have a Co-op mode."
"You wanna play?!" I shouted happily.
"Nah, I'll just watch you."
30 gory soul splitting minutes later, I had just slayed the first demon general and devoured his heart to gain his grappling hook ability, when I suddenly remembered I hadn't used the bathroom yet. I left the room quickly as my brother picked the case up and started leafing through the manual. When I returned he was still reading. He didn't look from the pages as he said, "You know they have a versus mode too? You wanna fight me?"
"You bet!"
"So you're betting? I bet you won't even be able to land three hits on me."
"You're so on!"
"Okay, the loser has to do the winner's chores!"
Instead of actually saying yes, I was already getting the second controller out, taunting, "You'd better be ready to do my chores!"
"You should get yourself ready, little bro."
The fight started with an overly dramatic, deep voiced announcer shouting, "COMMENCE!" and 5 matches later, I still had yet to even land a single hit on my brother! I was shocked and frustrated. How was he so good? Finally, my brother told me, "Sorry bro, but you know the rules, you gotta go do my chores now."
"No way! Those were just warm up matches!"
"I never said anything about warm ups."
"B--but..." I hung my head dejectedly.
"But how about this," Tom continued, "I'll let you have one more match. All you have to do is hit me three times, like before. But we're changing the rules of the bet."
"You're on!"
"The loser has to be the winner's slave for the rest of the day, and has to do whatever the winner says."
At this, I was quiet with thought. I didn't want to have to submit to that, but I also didn't want to finish my brother's chores for him. Deciding that the last 5 matches were all consecutive flukes, I readied myself and accepted the new challenge.
The match started with the dramatic intro, and our chosen characters rushed towards each other. My brother attacked first, but I dodged and got a hit in right away. My first hit! I was excited. I could do this! My brother counter attacked, but I blocked it. A slew of exchanged blocks and counter attacks later, and I got my second hit in. All right! Just one more. That was all I needed. One more. I got this. I so got this.
Another block. All I have to do is hit him one last time. Then a dodge. I'll make him eat those words! A counter attack! Oh, but he was too far and I missed! Wait a minute...What will I even do when I do win? I mean, what kinds of things could I even possibly ask my brother to do for me if he were my slave?
As I lost my focus and concentration, my older brother took a hold of the opening and let loose a combo that I did not even see coming. By the time the flurry of jabs and strikes was over, the dramatic announcer was telling me I had lost. Wait...he was telling me what?
"I lost?! But I was soooo close!"
"Sorry little bro. But that's that. By the way, you borrowed this game from Jeremy?"
I remember making the exchange with the fox earlier. I gave my friend a few cheat sheets that I put together myself. In return, he let me take home the Soul Splitter game. "Yeah, I did. How did you know?"
"I go over there every weekend and play this with James."
How could I forget that my best friend's older brother is best friends with my older brother? Tom was a pro, and I just barely got to play the first world!
"H--hey! That's not fair!"
"Sorry bro, too bad. Those were the rules of the dare. You have to do it, even if you don't want to."
Now I'm sitting here in the dark, taking in my brother's scent and waiting for him to return. Not because he told me to wait, or because I wanted his permission to get out of the vault of his scent, but because I was bound and gagged and couldn't move. After what felt like hours, my brother returned, informing me that fifteen minutes had passed, and he asked, "How do you like the smell?"
I tried to tell him is was disgusting me, but I only managed to drool a little out the ball gag. "Oooh, such a cute puppy," my brother said in a coo, "You like it that much that you're drooling for it? Here then." And he took a smaller hamper that contained all his underwear and piled it on top of my head. "Now be still. My friends are gonna be over soon, and then we can start playing. Be a good boy."
As the darkness set in again, the smell was stronger than ever. Socks and boxers were the extent of my world and, as my mouth was blocked up by rubber, I had no choice to inhale the scent over and over. No matter how shallowly I tried to breath or turn my head, there was always the sole of a well worn sock, or the crotch of boxers that were worn during Tom's workouts right on top of my nostrils.
At first the smell was overpoweringly putrid to my senses. I tried to shake them off my face to get a breath of real oxygen, unfiltered by my brother's scent, but the more I moved, it seemed like even worse smelling pieces rolled right onto my nose, so I eventually just stopped resisting and had to inhale the mix of sweat scent and musk.
At that point something weird that I can't explain started happening. I'm not really sure what happened in that closet while I waited for who knows how long for my brother to return, but I remember that by the time he came back, I was actively sniffing and smelling up that junk, trying to get as much of it in as I could like it was the last air I'd ever breathe.
I'm sure that my blush was visible through my white fur when Tom came back and saw me and started laughing. I was so embarrassed, I was ready to cry, but I didn't have time. Tom told me, "James and Alex are almost here, so you've got to make yourself presentable."
He brushed me off and set me on his bed before strapping me to a spreader bar. The next thing he did I remember very very clearly. He picked up a smallish sized butt-plug and showed it to me. "Gotta make sure you're prepared by the time they get here." He told me to hike my tail, which I did, and the next thing I know, I feel his breath on my exposed tail hole.
He started licking my tail ring, something I had no clue how to respond to. It tickled a lot, but it felt good. Better than I know words to describe. Feeling my brother's tongue rubbing on my tail ring was so amazing, so you can imagine my dismay when I felt the cold cold air as he withdrew his head.
Then he aimed the tip of the plug right at the bulls eye and jabbed it forward, causing me to jerk and shriek through the gag. "Whoops! Sorry bro. I forgot you're not used to this. Don't worry though. By the end of tonight, you sure will be." Then he put the plug back against my ring and started pushing slowly. I winced as the rubber penetrated me.
From what I saw earlier, it was only about 4 inches long and barely half an inch thick, but I still whined as my brother pushed this thing into me. He pushed it a little forward, then pulled it out a little, then pushed it in more than he pull out, then pulled out less than he pushed in. Pushing in, pulling out, moving deeper and deeper each time, eventually I was able to fit the whole thing in with only moderate discomfort.
"Great!" Tom said. Then he slapped my ass. Hard. And that cause me to accidentally squeeze with my ass and I was rewarded with a sharp pang from down there. I turned to glare at him, but he had already run off. Apparently, the doorbell had rang and I didn't even notice.
A minute or two later, and I heard the gawking of a voice I knew very well. "Oh my god, dude. Dude...DUDE!" I couldn't tell if this voice was shocked and appalled, or excited at the sight of me in that state, but the way his voice got deeper and kept repeating, "Dude...duuuuude" told me he was losing whatever inhibition he might have had at first.
"Quite a sight, huh Alex?" I heard my brother ask.
"Dude. He's like....is he gonna....dude...I don't even..." Alex, my brother's friend went on like this for some time as I recalled the way he looked. Alex was a tall husky, about the same height as my brother, and they both had the same amount of muscle. Lean and toned, perfect for hunting prey or trapping hapless siblings.
"Yeah 'dude'," came another voice in a sarcastic tone, "Weren't you listening when we talked about the plan?"
"Shut up James!" chided my brother's voice, "He wasn't supposed to know we planned this."
"Oh well. He knows now, don't you Little?" The fox called me by my nickname and leaned over me from behind as he spoke, grabbing the toy that was buried in me and twisting it. I whimpered loudly, not because it hurt, but because it felt good. I whimpered because I was embarrassed. Embarrassed that I was bound and gagged in front of my brother and his two friends, embarrassed that I was put on display like this, and embarrassed that I couldn't even move or speak out to tell them to stop.
But mostly, I was embarrassed that I wouldn't have told them to, even if I could.
As my young wolf cock began to get hard, I heard them laugh, "Hey, he likes it!"
"Wow, I didn't think he'd actually...dude..."
"I knew you'd enjoy this little bro."
Then I heard them planning on how they were going to handle me. I heard Alex call dibs, his exact words were, "Dude! I wanna be the first to break that sweet ass!" But he was quickly shot down by my brother who said that, since he was the brother, he had the right to be my first.
Small banter and argument broke out between Alex and James between who would go next. They talked about trading things for me like I was just another object. They talked about "giving me a ride" and "filling me up like a good puppy" and about how "I wouldn't be able to walk or sit right after they were done" and how "they wanted to hear me squeal and moan while I was taken".
And the more they talked, the more and more aroused I became.
Now, I had never been exposed to anything sexual before, so I wasn't quite sure how I was supposed to react. All I knew was that even if I did know, the leather straps and shackles would have prevented me from doing so.
Eventually, the order was hammered out. I would first be taken by my brother, Tom, then be mounted by the husky, Alex, and the poor fox, James, would be the last to give me a pounding.
Tom came closer while Alex sat down next to my head, and James took at seat at my brother's computer desk. Tom first got on top of me and started grinding his hips into my rump, pushing on the toy so that it touched and tingled me deeper and at new angles.
He started by just applying "gentle" (I use the term loosely) constant pressure. Then he started moving his hips in circles while keeping the same pressure. "Mmm. You squirm so cute little brother." The toy inside me swished side-to-side and to-and-fro as I was ground against. I tried to hold my body still, but the weight on my back and rump was making it hard to do so.
Then my brother did a mean thing.
He thrust his hips into my backside quite rudely, slamming into my firm butt cheeks and into the toy as well, which caused the toy to jerk forward and further into me. I squealed sharply and growled weakly. "Dude...That was like...such a cute noise, dude. Make him do it again, Tom." And my brother did it again, much to Alex's amusement and my dismay. He did it again and again and again, hammering the toy into me like a nail into wood. It was torture. Unbearably sexy torture that I wanted to end.
But I was so sad when he stopped.
"Well, you've had enough of that, I think. Time for some real fun," I heard Tom say.
He pulled the dildo out of me slowly, enjoying the pathetic whimpers I gave him in return. The feeling of emptiness that suddenly plagued me was quickly replaced with the feeling of warmth that came from Tom mounting my raised rump, lifting my tail, and lining himself up for entry.
"Okay, relax kiddo. This is going to feel so wonderful."
He didn't even have all of his tapered head in me when I began whimpering and thrashing about. He had a good grip on my tail by the base, so I couldn't cover myself. "Whoops, sorry. I meant wonderful for me. This is probably gonna hurt a bit for you, but just try and bear it for your big bro, okay?"
Not like I had a choice.
"Just hold still, bro."
I was surprised when I actually did, and I was surprised when I involuntarily moaned through the ball gag despite how much it fucking hurt. But Tom was kind to my while he took my virginity. Treating me gently just like he did when it was the toy, he managed to ease his impossibly sized cock into my tight, untaken depths. Somehow, he made me enjoy being stretched to the point of breaking.
He pushed just the right amount with every thrust. It was never too much, but it was always a lot. (To me anyway.) Then he pulled himself out all the way to the tip so that my tail ring could relax. I think he just liked to hear the noises I made whenever he penetrated me again. They ranged from whimpers, to moans, to grunts, to groans. Almost always high-pitched and effeminate. And he would let me know how much he was enjoying my discomfort with a pleasureful exhale, or a lick on the tip of my ear, or a nibble on my neck, or a slap to my ass.
Somewhere along the way, he stopped trying to get deeper. (It might have been at the point where I was literally screaming through the gag from him being too deep.) At that point, he just started taking his time. His thrusts were deliberate and thorough. I never knew what it was like to be completely under the influence of anything until I knew what it was like to be utterly and entirely owned by my brother.
I don't know how long he was thrusting into me. Just like the closet, I felt like it was taking hours. And his friends were watching me the whole time, waiting for their turn. It was hard to focus on them though. The pleasure, the pain, the stretching, the stimulation...all I could focus on was my brother and his thrusting.
In. I felt my insides all shift, my muscles all contract and squeeze and massage his cock as it invaded my body. Out. And my muscles would hurry to relax, becoming soft and tender; easy prey. In. My muscles were tired and didn't put up much of a fight. Even though my energy had diminished, the tightness did not. Out. His skin dragged against my skin, sparking up all the sensitive areas, and I felt all of it. In. He penetrated my tail ring for the hundredth time, splitting me wide open and filling me deep. Out. I was suddenly so empty. I longed for him to fill me again, but I would need to brace myself and prepare for it. In.
It stung a bit. I wasn't used to this kind of rough treatment. But I couldn't have moved out of the way even if I wanted. Somewhere along the way, he had begun increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I didn't even notice until it was beginning to be too much, so I assume he was speeding up slowly, over the whole course of it all.
I tried to hold him back, but the only thing that had any freedom to do such a thing was my tail ring, and that was no match for all of my brother's muscle. I had no choice but to lie there and take it as he began to pound into me with an almost brutal pace. I was panting heavily through my nose, trying to focus on something else, anything else. It was then, that I noticed Alex had moved so that his crotch was right in front of my nose.
His musk was powerful, and my first instinct was to hold my breath. But with the hammering I was being forced into taking, that did not last long. Soon, I was panting even more heavily to just catch my breath. If you walked in at that moment, you would have thought I was a little slut, trying to take in as much of that musky scent as I could. Which would be completely wrong, of course.
Well, maybe not completely wrong.
Then I heard the sentence that I never wanted to hear. The one I was waiting this whole time for.
"Sorry bro," Tom said, "I've been holding back this whole time, cause I didn't want to tear you." Then he grunted and added, "But I just can't stand it anymore."
With that, he let go of the base of my tail and gripped my hips with the tips of his claws, squeezing tightly to gain a good purchase. Then he resumed his pace, just as fast as before, with the added bonus of going to any depth that he pleased.
And he did please.
His first few thrusts were so forceful, that they pushed my whole body forward to the point where I was burying my muzzle into Alex's crotch. Just the stimulation of my breath from earlier was enough to coax the head of his member from his sheath, and he had no qualms about grinding his equipment up against my defenseless muzzle.
I could feel my body being ravaged. My sensitive and inexperienced passage was laid bare to anything my brother desired. And all he desired was to fuck me raw. While he proceeded to use me as his personal plaything, I was constantly being distracted by Alex who insisted on exposing as much of himself to my nose as possible, thrusting against my face every now and then.
The dull ache in my ass had grown, needless to say. But even so, I was pushing my rump back against my brother's hips as soon as I could feel them. I knew what stood in between them meeting, my brother's knot, and I wanted it in me.
"What a good little bitch, thrusting back on me to make it easier to tie you? How sweet! I had better not disappoint you, then."
Tom began thrusting with a new liveliness. A terrible and delicious second wind. I knew what he wanted, and he knew I knew. And he knew that we both knew that I wanted it too. Long having abandoned any concern for my own comfort, and having only being concerned with pleasuring himself regardless of the cost to me, he was already ready to thrust into me with wanton disregard for the plaything he was using. In fact, he had been doing so for a while already.
It wasn't long before he won out in the battle between him and my tail hole. Eventually, my muscles gave way as his thick knot sank into me, stretching me even more than he already had. It was a good thing I had the gag in, otherwise my scream would have been clearly audible from clean across the street. Though, even I didn't know whether I was screaming in pain or pleasure.
I felt my used backside being filled up with something warm. It came in waves and there was a lot of it. With every spurt of seed from my brother, he backed it up with a weak and meager thrust, just to emphasize who was on top of me and what he was filling me with. Despite the dull ache that arose whenever he did this, I was grinding back against him every time.
Even after the ordeal was over, Tom stayed buried in me for some time. He was panting and I was panting. I turned to look at James who had become quite hard after watching us, and he was touching himself lightly. Then I looked up at Alex. I could hardly make out his face, because his jutting cock hovered over my eyes and blocked a lot of my view.
But I could make out that he was grinning when I heard him say, "My turn."