Surprise Substitution
#1 of Bluebane's Inimitable Saga
The first of undoubtedly several commissions from the inimitable Bluebane. As a special bonus, at the time this is being posted, it's currently nowhere else--it is awaiting illustration before being posted on FA, but here it awaits no such hindrance, so it's available for your viewing pleasure here and now.
Expect more. The series is still in the process of active creation, so feel free to leave suggestions about what you might want to see in future installments.
The lithe, tall lupine removed the last traces of his clothing-in fact, the only clothing he'd been wearing, which was a simple but effective loincloth-and stepped into the shower cubicle. The thing was notably spacious, for a shower, but then everything in his brother's house was slightly large. Bluebane sighed as he turned on the water, standing aside slightly to avoid the first blast of rather chilly water that had been sitting in the pipes since the shower had last been used. Heavens knows he had enough room in there. Thomas -was-, after all, at least a foot taller still and far more massive than his younger sibling, what with being a professional bodybuilder.
Once the hot water made it to the shower from the heater in the attic, Blue stepped into the stream, sighing again-this time with relaxation-as the hot water soaked into his plush fur, warming his body and helping to soothe away the miscellaneous tensions from the day. He twisted and turned slowly under the deluge, applying the hot water to each side of him before he reached for the shampoo.
The container was a massive pump bottle, as having fur (and having lots of surface area, to boot) meant needing a lot of shampoo to clean it all. Blue slicked a squirt of it through his headfur, lathering it up substantially before gathering another handful to start spreading on his torso. Meanwhile, he considered the issues of the day, as he often did his best thinking in the shower, mostly because of how relaxing taking one usually was for him. He was a student at a local art college, and had moved in with his brother to save on costs (mostly at his family's behest). He'd needed a nude model for a make-up assignment from his figure drawing class-he'd come down with a nasty cold that day, and the professor insisted that he stay home to avoid making everyone else sick, too-but no one he knew was particularly keen on helping him out. The other students in his class all claimed to be too busy, too fat, or both (though he knew that most of them were, in all reality, neither), and the personal friends he'd asked were generally uncomfortable with the idea of posing for their buddy in the buff. It was proving rather frustrating, as he wanted to make sure he made up the assignment so that he'd have a little "wiggle room" when the final grades came around. He'd exhausted his preliminary mental list of who to ask, and was beginning to wonder if he'd ever get the thing done.
The bubbles were beginning to fade under his fingertips, and he'd only gotten to his lower abs, so he pushed the little lever on the shampoo bottle down again and was rewarded with another splurt of the shampoo. He began to work lower with his fingers, smoothing the cleansing fluid into his neatly-trimmed groin region, and making sure he got into all the folds and creases around his sheath and scrotum. You could never be too sure-sweat tended to turn into ickiness in those confined areas-and so he always slicked them up with care and attention to detail.
Besides, a case of pubic mange would never go over well with the eligible bachelors. Blue was only somewhat experienced when it came to sexual encounters, though the few he'd been with had been vehement that he was extremely good when topping, and extremely tight when serving as a bottom-not to mention that just about everyone considered his lean but chiseled form quite appealing. A lifetime spent primarily in the midst of the wilderness, mixed with some hunting and fervent tribal dances, often mystical in nature, had made his body nimble and acrobatic, and with a wiry strength that could often surprise doubters.
His tail was always difficult to lather, but he managed, using his own flexibility to his advantage. His thighs and calves were much easier to handle, and he was rapidly finished applying the bubbly substance to himself. As he began to rinse himself down, carrying away the dirt and dander of daily life with the steamy currents, his mind wandered the mental catalog of people he knew, trying to find a suitable subject to ask next about his homework assignment. His ideas flew by his awareness, becoming rejected about as quickly as he came up with them. For a few moments, he simply ran his hands through his fur, smoothing the lather away into the flowing water.
And then his eyes settled upon his brother's "Claw" brand bodywash. The stuff was fragranced like no tomorrow, but "Red"'s excuse was that it saved on cologne and still did the job. Sure, it was designed for anthros with slightly less plush fur than wolves-it was extremely popular with some of the reptilians-but that didn't make it completely useless on fur, either. And the fragrance perhaps held better with so much surface area to cling to. Given the amount of working out that the large wolf did, it was probably a good thing, as it kept him from becoming overtly stinky after his extensive exercises.
Of course! His brother knew a bajillion people in the bodybuilding industry, and who better to ask to show off musculature and physique than a bodybuilder? Granted, most would want to be paid, but Thomas' friendly nature and helpful personality had resulted in a large network of people who owed him favors that he rarely called in. He doubted Thomas would necessarily want to do it himself, as he wasn't sure what his brother would think about the idea, but he was nearly completely certain that Tom would know someone who would do it.
Not to mention that it would be wonderful to make sketches of someone so buff and studly. He'd probably even be able to sell them the next time he went to an art show or convention, if he made sure to make some high-definition scans before turning them in. This, he decided to himself, was going to be a homework assignment worth remembering.
He finished his shower, and used the side of his hand to slick the excess water out of his fur before stepping out into the mini-sauna next to the shower. It was generally impossible to towel-dry the water out of one's fur in anything resembling a timely manner, and so an ingenious inventor had designed something like a closet-sized hair dryer, patented it, and made a quiet killing after it became essentially an industry standard for home architecture. Improvements that made it more efficient, aesthetic, and otherwise added nifty functions were later incorporated, and indeed some were designed to be able to serve as a still-air sauna in addition to the usual fan-blowing drying capabilities. Such was this particular one, and Bluebane used it with some frequency in that alternate capacity, as he enjoyed the experience, and it reminded him of various cleansing rituals he'd performed with his tribe back home.
He tapped the luminous "Dry" button, and did several turns as he toweled down in the blast of comfortably warm air that issued from the holes in the wooden lattice that made up the sauna's floor. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his nose out of the stream where possible, as it tended to dry out his sensitive nostrils for a length of time afterwards. It wasn't terribly detrimental to experience, but the sensation was prickly and annoying.
A much toastier, fluffier Bluebane emerged from the dryer a bit later. He plucked the fresh loincloth from the towel rod he'd set it upon prior to taking his shower, and strapped it along his waist before snatching the old one from the floor and returning to his room.
He was on his way to the kitchen to get a snack when his brother arrived from the garage.
"Oh, hey Tommers!" Blue called, not stopping his snackward meanderings in the process.
There was a small shuffling noise as the door's weatherstripping skidded across the carpet of the laundry room's floor while Thomas was closing it, followed by the requisite slam as it came to rest in the closed position. "H'lo Blue." There was a moment's pause as Red peeked inside towards his brother. "Oh, while you're in there, could you grab me a protein bar from the cabinet?"
Blue grinned slightly into the refrigerator as he scanned it for snackish comestibles. "Sure, yeah." Tom's stash of protein bars in the cabinet over the dishwasher was immense. It had only run dry once, to Blue's knowledge, and that particular incident had proven nearly on the scale of a national crisis. Since then, Blue had rarely seen it drop below half of its usual level, yet he almost never saw Thomas restock it in person. He began to wonder if perhaps his brother had enslaved a small force of Costco elves to do his bidding...
He swiped a bar from the cabinet, closing it and turning to face the laundry room doorway in one smooth motion. "Hey, catch!" He flung it with an expert flick of the wrist as his brother turned his face to see what was en route.
His brother had been sorting a gym bag full of laundry into colors and whites, and he caught the protein-laden projectile mid-air in a towel-festooned mitt of a paw. "Thanks, bro. You're a lifesaver."
Blue made a face. "What, do I have a hole in the middle and taste like raspberry?" He stuck out his tongue.
His older brother chuckled. "I wouldn't know, but you probably don't qualify: you definitely aren't bite-sized."
Blue grinned and loudly chomped his jaws a few times, prompting a few more chuckles from his older brother. "Oh, Tom-before I forget, I have a favor I need to ask ya."
Thomas didn't look up from his laundry as he answered. "What's up?"
"I have to do some quick perspective sketches for my life drawing class, but I can't get anyone to model for it."
"Really? None of your friends will do it?" Red's voice carried a note of surprise, provoking a momentary bit of confusion in Blue's mind.
"What?...Oh! No, no, that's the catch: it has to be a -nude- model."
Tom paused momentarily in his sorting to process this. "...Ahhh. That would be a good reason why not."
Blue grimaced. "Yeah. So, given that most bodybuilders like to show off their hot bodies, I was wondering if you knew anyone who might be willing to do it pro bono for me. It would only be like 30 minutes to an hour, tops-the sketches aren't anything too detailed, and I'm fairly quick with them."
The older wolf tossed a few articles aside. "Hmm...yeah, I'm pretty sure I can get someone to do it. When do you need to have them come by?"
"Could we do it tonight? I really want to get this assignment out of the way-it's been looming over my head for a while."
A momentary pause. "...I'm not sure who I can get, but I should be able to get someone to come by around, say, 7. Will that work?"
Blue grinned overly toothily. "Spiffing. Thanks a lot, Tom."
Red smiled serenely back as he turned his head to face his brother. "Not a problem in the slightest."
Thomas smiled more carnivorously to himself later. He was oily and faintly matted from working out, and thus needed a shower, so he was taking one. The steam danced around him as he considered the turn of events from earlier in the day: his brother wanted a nude model, and as such, Red knew precisely who to select. As a matter of fact, he'd already selected himself as the candidate, but Blue (as of yet) knew nothing of it. But Blue would still get a bodybuilder, and a disrobed one, yes? He would not have to pay, no? It was the perfect setup; Red could scarcely have asked for more.
Blue had always been somewhere between a godson and a brother to Tom. The younger wolf had spent far more years at home with the tribe of mystical wolves from which the two of them were descended-partly because he was more of a mama's pup than his older, larger sibling, and partly because he was more entranced with the mysticism the tribe still practiced. Thomas, on the other hand, had proven more fascinated by the modern world and all of the technological wonders that had come to fruition because of it, and had moved away to a more urban locale at a far earlier age. He was undoubtedly successful, and worked odd jobs for a surprising variety of individuals, in addition to his rather well-decorated career in photo shoots and bodybuilding tournaments. He was never short on funding, though also never excessively rich, either. He'd helped to build a small residential community with a contractor friend of his, and was rewarded for his efforts by a rich subsidy on one of the homes-the one which he now owned, and shared with his little brother. But his little brother, whom he'd been away from for quite a long time, had metamorphosed into quite the specimen over the years. He'd left behind an eager young pup, who'd been sad to see his brother go...and now a wiry, handsome wolf had rejoined him with slightly less enthusiasm than had previously defined their bond. He still felt a semi-paternal sense of protectiveness over his younger brother, but now his attitude was beginning to range towards a greater degree of admiration for his shorter sibling.
The admiration was not all platonic, either. Tom was certainly a rather sexually-experienced wolf, as his body was nigh-upon worshipped by many individuals of both genders...and he was hesitant to deny them opportunity to show their admiration firsthand. While he usually assumed a dominant role with regards to penetration, he was still flexible, and had even been known to, on rare occasions, proposition other bodybuilders (albeit ones he knew rather well) in his weight class for a good bit of romping, with him doing the "catching." Heavens only knew the others of around his size were the only ones he'd found who could really make him feel filled.
Yet, while Thomas generally found himself aroused more by bulkier, more heavily-muscled individuals, he could not deny the fact that this older version of his once-small brother turned him on powerfully-a fact which, as one might imagine, filled his emotions with an intense amount of dissonance. Incest was, of course, a taboo in many cultures, and while his own tribe recommended withholding it in terms of marriage simply to prevent inbreeding, there were no doctrines passed down regarding siblings of the same sex...
Since Blue's arrival at his older brother's house, Thomas realized that trying to hide the effects of Bluebane's delectable physique upon him would be an extremely difficult enterprise. Thankfully, a career in bodybuilding required the development of a Zen-like degree of physiological mastery (an erection while wearing a swim brief would be a rather embarrassing thing, and one which would not likely be well-favored by the judges, regardless of how very attractive his maleness was), and during the few times in which Tom had lost control of his engorgement around Blue, his younger brother had evidently either not noticed or not cared, or possibly both.
Bluebane's choice of the loincloth as his favored article of clothing was, in many ways, one of Thomas' favorite serendipitous facts about his younger sibling: it left little to the imagination, and showed off oh-so-much of his tattooed body. (The markings on Blue and Red's bodies were curious in that they carried through into their respective pelts, but could also be altered at will, provided sufficient skill was wielded in attempting to do so. Blue had learned to move, create, and reshape the markings quite easily, but Red, having learned far less of the abilities of his native tribe, could generally only turn his own markings on and off. He still planned to get his brother to help him tinker with their arrangement some day...) However, what little that Bluebane's loincloth left to the imagination was -quite- often imagined by his older brother. Tom even found ways and excuses to place himself in scenarios when and where he'd be able to witness his sibling in the buff, and had been rewarded on a scant few occasions with a complete view of his brother's entire shaft and sheath, along with a precious rare number of clear views of Blue's tail (and what lay beneath it) and rump.
The material gleaned from those voyeuristic endeavours carried him over in the times when he became a captive of his own hormones and desperately sought materials to bring himself release. Though Red had quite often sampled erotic arts for his genital pleasure before his brother's arrival, he'd tended to avoid it since then to forestall embarrassing questions. Besides, his lesser obsession with his brother, and the continual presence of said wolf in his near proximity, more than made up for the difference.
He stepped into the shower, and while he was considerably more voluminous than his little brother, he still had plenty of space in the gargantuan cubicle. (At 7 feet and 8 inches tall, Thomas had a full 16 inches of altitude on his brother, and mere laws of proportion dictated a considerable increase in width of shoulders and other measurements accordingly. Red was a full several steps past even that minimum incrementation due to his bodybuilder physique, which meant that he was comparatively, in a word, massive.) He swiveled up the showerhead, which was mounted on a series of articulating pipes to accommodate that very difference in the sizes of he and his brother, and turned on the faucet. The initial blast of cool water felt rather nice on his ripped abdomen, and he turned the heat up only somewhat, choosing a more tepid temperature than he knew his little brother liked: his showers never generated nearly as much steam as Blue's, which was a factor that occasionally frustrated Red's attempts at sneak peeks.
He knew that he had a lot of surface area to cleanse, so he revolved a few times to render his body thoroughly wettened before helping himself to a few hearty pumps of the shampoo. He lathered up frivolously, saving the best for last: his torso and legs were thoroughly massaged with the foamy bubbles prior to his inguinal region. He then exhaled blissfully as he began to delicately grope himself to a state of higher sanitation.
At least, it remained delicate for a while. In that precarious fashion that accompanies most examples of male arousal, he soon found himself wishing, as a result of his fairly innocent cleansing maneuvers, to make things a little more down and dirty for he and his sheath-contents. Still, his higher brain functions held firmly on long enough for him to remember to get rid of the soap first-nothing like suds to unpleasantly dry out delicate, sensitive tissues-and to keep his erection at bay until that was finished.
Once suitably de-sudsed, he reached for the "pawpad moisture gel" on the shower caddy. The substance was an example one of those clever marketing coups that could easily convince a casual observer that it was quite an innocent product, but that would become readily apparent on further examination that it had more nefarious uses easily imagined by consumers. (A simple example, Red had reasoned, would be petroleum jelly. Who in the world ever used a tub of the stuff for "common household projects" before it started to grow colonies of mutated bacteria?) Bluebane had never inquired about the product (partially since, as Red had observed, the younger wolf had also discovered its unlabeled usefulness), though Red was prepared to easily explain it away as a necessity for keeping his fingers from becoming rough as sharkskin due to his work: no one liked to shake hands with a wallpaper remover.
The bottle, which proudly proclaimed its contents to be "all natural!" and "water-based for a clean feel!", contained a slick gel that washed off immensely readily, but which was unrivaled for a personal lubricant that didn't contain a frightening array of twentyplus-letter compounds. It was thus safe for semi-internal usage (or so at least Red hoped, since the package said nothing about it; he knew that Bluebane, having lived amongst tribal wolves in the wild for the greater portion of his life, would likely have little help to offer on that judgment), in addition to its topical (ahem) applications. And, simplistically, it just plain felt nice in between one's fingers and one's penis.
He splurted a good handful between his fingers as he mentally allowed his erection to have its way, causing his sheath to swell outward to full occupancy in a matter of moments. The looped piercings on the outside of the fleshy vessel stood outward like rungs on a ladder to the clouds as the pink tip of his shaft began to peek out of the sheath, as though checking to make sure no squirrels were hungrily watching. He used the heel of his palm, to which he'd not yet applied the lube, to run up and down the rings, causing a series of minute impacts of his sheath against his shaft and tickling plentiful nerve endings on both. He was rewarded with an inch or two of added protrusion from his cock, which was still somewhat floppy with its yet-partial engorgement. His slick fingers then went to work, with a series of tugs, rubs, and twists that rapidly brought about a full extension of his 18-inch member.
He'd always been proud of it. It was a delectable blood-reddened flesh-tone, completely ensconced with a multitude of veins that were nigh-upon artistic in their arrangement, and which added delightful sensation to any appendages or orifices that might be coming in contact with it (whether such items belonged to him or someone else). Its girth was gargantuan, and while he presently wasn't so incredibly aroused so as to fill it out to its maximum width, it was still thicker than any rod most wolves alive had ridden. Additionally, the knot at its base (which was presently dormant, also due to his only moderate state of arousal) was a bit of a crowning glory for both he and anyone he might happen to be penetrating: only the most accommodating of recipients could fit the thing past whatever opening might be attempting to receive it, and the sensation of being split open by the massive blood-hardened nodule was absolutely mind-blowing to experience (not to mention that Tom enjoyed the feeling of being the splitter in question). The head of the member, which was humanoid in appearance, was occasionally frowned upon by those who had a fetish for zoomorphic anatomies, but most of the objectors hadn't felt his particular specimen inside themselves, and he suspected that their complaining would likely cease if that fact were to change.
He was glad for having given himself a hearty aliquot of the lubricant, as an 18-inch boner was a lot of space to cover. He pivoted the showerhead out of the way (again making use of the heel of his palm, in order to avoid wasting the precious gel on other surfaces) and leaned against a wall, setting to the task of pawing himself off with a will.
A few rather hardcore memories involving other bodybuilders flitted past his awareness, prompting a staccatoed series of increases in the fervor of his masturbation before he settled again (as he rather often had in the last few weeks) on an image of his brother, disrobed as he'd been when the inspiring moment had taken place. Bluebane had been lying on his bed, and had removed his loincloth (as was his tendency) to make himself comfortable while sleeping. However, it was evident that Blue's mind was occupied with a few things other than sleep at the moment. Tom's stroking became more soft and delicate, sending faint arpeggios of stimulus through his member as he recalled how Blue furtively glanced around before reaching under his bed for his stash of personal goodies. (It seemed that Bluebane still had no idea that Thomas knew all about the container of lubricants, toys, and a few laminated erotic prints that lay hidden there.)
He sighed without any conscious effort on his part as he mentally re-viewed Blue stealthily opening the box and rifling carefully through its contents. In Tom's mind's eye, Bluebane selected one of the three lubricants he'd had at the time, and a jet-black toy comprised of several knots of increasing diameter along a smooth shaft. Red echoed the soft movements his younger brother had used to bring himself to full erection. Though of course Red was already at full staff, the mimicry and the memory made the touches even more sensuous and appealing to him. He continued to jack himself off in earnest as he watched his brother do the same through the time travel of memory, until the recollection came to the part where Blue had reached for the toy.
Naturally, Tom didn't keep any sex toys in the shower that he shared with his brother-he only owned one, after all, and he tended to reserve it for special occasions-so as the fantasy of his brother lubed up the toy, Thomas hurriedly procured another sizable sample of the "pawpad gel" and slicked up his right index and middle fingers. Then, as his little brother had determinedly forced the toy into himself, Red forced his fingers up his own rump, gasping with ecstasy much as his sibling had upon penetrating himself with the toy.
The sheer stimulation Red was receiving was causing him to lose control of the normal flow of the mental image. It began to deteriorate from the pre-defined set of events of memory into a fantasy, and Red was, naturally, enjoying it. He began to imagine that he had walked in on Blue stealthily as Blue had penetrated himself, and that he had slipped his fingers onto the base of the toy, around Blue's own. He imagined the gasp of surprise that his brother would have given, followed by a soft shhh from himself as he would have worked the toy carefully, lovingly in and out of his brother's rear, and his brother's ears flattening back in delight as he relaxed into the treatment. The real Red began to fap even more furiously, sliding his fingers in and out of himself as his fantasy showed him carefully lifting Bluebane and carting him off to the shower, where he held his little brother up against the wall, and pleasured Bluebane until his own "toy" was rock-solid, which he then used to replace the gelatinous one, taking his brother even further down Ecstasy Lane as he began to work in and out of him with that gargantuan, foot-and-a-half shaft...
He was balls-deep into his fantasized brother as his orgasm took hold both in the reality and the fantasy, his knot swelling to its immense proportions as he imagined tying his brother with it, the two of them howling with climax-he managed to keep the real sound to a strangled growl-and the feeling of his own seed pooling around his shaft inside his brother's body as the two of them rode out an orgasm of epic proportions...
He came to his senses gasping for breath, his real orgasm having blasted an immense load of semen upon the smooth walls of the shower cubicle. Immersed in the hormonal bliss of afterglow but with no one to share it with, he groggily popped open the cubicle door and grabbed a washcloth from the handy rack they kept just outside. He soaked it down and used the swiveling showerhead in one hand and the washcloth in the other to clean up the mess, his own erection still throbbing mightily between him and the wall.
Still, if there was one thing Red knew he had, it was endurance. He could have just as easily knocked someone up again right then and there, but he didn't have somebody to do, and he didn't want to have to clean up after the effects of another imaginary someone. Besides-he needed to get ready for his modeling for his brother. The evening waited for no one.
Bluebane, oblivious to his brother's fantasizing, had been working on an art history assignment when Thomas returned. To his surprise, his older brother was sporting only a loincloth (though this one was red in hue, which Bluebane wondered in passing if it was intended to be a tongue-in-cheek color choice).
He quirked an eyebrow at the bodybuilder. "Taking a page from my playbook, eh?"
Red grinned. "Well, y'know...I'm sure these things are easier to take off in a hurry, and I have nowhere I'm going."
Blue chuckled. "Whatever, goofball. Hey, where's my model?"
Tom's smile adjusted to best accompany the sagely nod that followed. "Let us go to the studio, yes?"
Bluebane sported a questioning look. "Um...OK...let me get my stuff, and I'll meet you in there."
The studio, which was originally intended to be more of a home office or den, had been a necessity for Red's intensive involvement in a photographically-based occupation. However, it also had served Bluebane on a number of occasions, due to its arrangement of windows that provided for pleasant natural lighting and its open spaces that could easily be used for a wide variety of subjects. It had a small drawing easel and comfortable chair, along with an array of photographic paraphernalia, which were moved about appropriately when needed, and which were shuttled from corner to unused corner if they were in the way.
Bluebane entered to find Red setting up a nice photography-quality diffuse lamp towards a pure white sheet that had been semi-artistically affixed to a stand in front of the wall. The setup didn't surprise Blue; he knew full well that his brother had been in an absurdly large number of photographs, and as such would have had no way to avoid picking up some artistic sense by osmosis at the least. He pulled over the easel as Red finished with the lamp, and propped up his jumbo sketchbook atop it as he settled down upon the chair.
Red merely stood aside slightly as Blue flipped over the sizable pages until he found a blank one. Blue glanced up at Red, as though suddenly noticing him for the first time.
"Oh, hey Tommers."
Thomas smiled peacefully. "Hello there."
Blue glanced at the well-lit sheet, and then back at his brother. "Umm...so, where's the model?"
Tom took a few steps back, spreading his arms wide. "Right here." With a dramatic flourish, he expertly undid the loincloth's ties and tossed it aside, assuming a bodybuilder-ly pose with a practiced ease.
Blue blushed under his fur. "You...you're going to model for me?"
Tom's smile didn't waver an ounce. "Sure-why not? I'm here, I'm willing to do it free of charge, and I have nothing better to do. Unless you don't think I'm hunky enough...?" He struck a second pose.
Blue scratched behind one of his ears with slight embarrassment. "Er, no, you're fine. I just...had been expecting someone different." And someone possibly -less- hunky, he thought to himself.
Thomas dropped his pose and placed his hands on his hips. "Well, I'm still willing to go on, if you are. What'll our first position be?"
Bluebane blinked. "We'll go for a side view, I guess. Stand like you're in the middle of walking somewhere, OK?"
His brother nodded obligingly. "Sure thing."
Blue tried to remain objective, but as he sketched out the contours of his brother's nude body with a precise quickness honed by considerable practice, he couldn't help but notice that his brother had placed the leg furthest away from the easel forward, essentially turning his brother's sizable, pierced sheath towards him. He'd seen the monstrosity before, as his brother occasionally performed exercises in the nude, and had walked out of the mini-sauna completely in the buff one time when Blue had just about to get into the shower himself. However, out of politeness, he'd refrained from staring at the thing on those occasions. This time around, he had no choice: he had to not only look at it, but also to notice each and every one of its contours as he reproduced it onto the paper. The same had to be done for each carved muscle group on his brother's body, and when he had to carefully regard it as he was doing now, he began to realize just how exquisitely chiseled his brother really was.
He realized that he was sizing his brother up much like any other buff wolf he might see anywhere else.
He cleared his throat, hoping that his embarrassment at that fact might also be clarified in the process. It wasn't.
He hurried through the sketch. When it was finally complete, he placed his hand and pencil down upon the easel tray as he turned to face his brother more fully. "OK, thanks, Tom. Let's go for, hmm...how about one where you reach upwards with one arm, and drop back with the other one, kinda like a tennis serve? That would be good for working with how the muscles stretch and thin out during certain movements."
His brother dropped out of the mid-walk pose, stretching an arm idly. "Righto, I'll do my best." Once satisfied with the stretch, he placed one leg back and arched backwards in a pose any tennis pro would be happy to have in the middle of a serve.
Bluebane again set to work, and tried to remain objective, which lasted about as long as it took Blue to get to his brother's chest. The pectoral muscles on his brother, even when stretched in the pose at hand, were simply massive. Their tone was perfect, and they-he shook his head faintly and moved outward, hoping for something a little less exciting.
Instead, he came upon his brother's arms. The one extended towards the ceiling placed each individual muscle in sharp relief, while the fibers in the arm dropped towards the wall bunched up notably, showcasing just how huge his brother's arms were. They were like a living piece of artwork, and it wasn't at all unpleasant to look at-in fact, Blue was pretty sure that he could watch them all day, if that wouldn't be so horribly awkward. He sketched them out and silently hoped that the next group would be less enticing as he moved his gaze downwards.
Drat, he thought to himself. The abs. Bluebane had always been fascinated with abs, and of course his own were delectable, but his brother took abdominal definition to a whole new level. In a number of cultures, he'd read, abs were signifying of inner strength, but Blue simply found them indicative of sexiness. Thankfully, their lines were fairly simple, and given how defined they were on Thomas, there was no uncertainty as to how they should look. He sliced graphite onto the page about them as quickly as he could and-
He'd been doing a fairly good job so far of controlling himself, he thought, but his brother's pose was such that his sheath was now arched forward, and in fact was one of the anatomical features closest to Blue, aside from Tom's balancing leg. The testicles below it were twinned and perfectly shaped, though also quite large, like the rest of Tom's features. In an ecstatic version of agony, he forced himself to merely draw the thing and move on, though he found himself wishing that he could feel its contours instead of merely deducing them from the play of light on his brother's body.
Tom's legs were also, naturally, quite decadent. Bluebane certainly liked ripped legs, but they weren't quite as much of a turn-on as the features he'd had to pass already, and so he managed to get them onto the paper without excessive difficulty or restraint.
Finally he finished the second pose. He decided that he'd ask Red for a pose where his sheath simply had no way to be jutting out into the forefront of the image. "OK, and now for a back pose. Let's have you push your hands out forward and arch your back, like you're trying to stretch out your back after wearing a backpack or leaning forward in a chair for a while."
Thomas eased back into a comfortable stance and flexed one of his arms a few times. "Sheesh, that last pose sure was a test. Give me a sec and I'll get into that next one." After shaking some of the stiffness out of his limbs, Tom then assumed the pose that Bluebane had specified.
It was at this point that Bluebane noticed the hard-on that was stirring in his loins; up until that point, he'd been so focused on the drawing that it hadn't drawn much attention to itself. However, it was beginning to peek out of his sheath and brush against his loincloth, and that bit of stimulation, combined with the slight disruption of his stream of thought by the break for pose-change, alerted him to the fact. He had, however, none of the kung-fu-master skills that his brother had attained in that area, and, well...hormones began to take over, slowly pushing away any concern in his mind like a wall of riot police against a small army of Birkenstock wearers.
The surface of his brother's back rose and fell like a mountain range, with each tendon and muscle standing out in the sharpest of relief under the tautness of the stretch his brother was holding. It was sharply V-shaped, drawing his attention inexorably downward as he drew. By some momentary hiccup in his mental crowd control, he was able to restrain himself long enough to skip the details of Red's rump until he finished the legs and feet, though he was continuing to become increasingly aroused as he contemplated the uber-muscular details of his brother's body. The cascading columns of muscle running down his brother's legs reminded him of intertwined lovers; the veins clearly visible atop the tensed muscles made his own heart pound.
And as he breathlessly flicked the shapes of the legs onto the page, his gaze finally returned to his brother's butt. It was so flawlessly curved, and yet indisputably muscular and masculine at the same time...his mind, deluged with erotic imagery and hormones galore, had become incapable of making sense of the contours of the surface by sight, and without a thought he set down his pencil and moved in so that he could study it by touch instead.
It was a moment he'd never understand but always remember.
He drew close to his brother's body, his hands cupping in front of him to delicately come to rest against the curves of the bodybuilder's gluteals. He turned his head and closed his eyes as he leaned his cheek against his brother's upper back.
Tom had occasionally encountered a number of somewhat unexpected events during past photo-shoots, and he held the pose itself while turning his head slightly, a faint sound of mixed inquiry and surprise escaping his skull while his mouth remained closed. It was not overly shocking to him to encounter in that moment that his brother was the one groping his butt, but rather that it his brother actually -was- groping it. Still, he'd not expected the allure of posing naked in front of his younger sibling to be quite so effective-but he certainly wasn't displeased with this outcome. He slowly contracted the muscles in each gluteal, providing a tactile sensation for his brother's questing digits to savor.
Bluebane, whose upper brain functions were wandering somewhere else, sighed pleasantly as the fibers under his fingers flowed over one another, providing a sensation like warm, plush-coated marble re-sculpting itself. His hands slowly slid over each cheek, fingertips exploring each hollow and mound that presented itself, and squeezing lightly with his palms to sample the resilience of the living tissue beneath them.
Red smiled as he felt his brother continuing to feel him up. He carefully and methodically backed up his feet, bringing his rear closer to his brother but maintaining the position of his shoulders so as to refrain from disturbing his brother's resting head. Once he was close enough, he waited for a few passing moments before reaching around himself and placing a sizable paw upon his brother's opposite shoulder.
Blue semi-sleepily blinked, and then turned his head to look up at his brother, a goofy smile upon his muzzle. Thomas slowly turned to face his brother, and took first the one, and then the other of Blue's paws in his own, slowly turning them palm-outwards and placing them upon the upper edges of his own abdominal muscles. Blue's smile faded slightly, as though asking a question. A mere nod from Red was the only direct answer he received; a more indirect one followed as Tom kneeled upon the sheet, and continued to hold one of Bluebane's paws to his torso as he leaned back to recline on the other arm's elbow.
Bluebane caught the drift readily, and slowly let himself down to sprawl his upper torso across Tom's. For a moment, he merely laid there, slowly rubbing one of his hands across the repetitive peaks of Red's abs, letting his fingers communicate to him their extreme degree of corrugation.
However, the fact that he was lying atop an extremely appealing wolf who most people would give a kidney to be in the same room with when naked did not escape even his presently-addled mind. He propped himself up slightly with his other arm and nuzzled the shelf formed by the underside of his brother's nearest pectoral muscle's underside. Red's smile became a bit more full-formed at Blue's pleasant and sensuous touch, broadening further and eventually extending into closed-mouth blissful sigh as Blue adding tongue-based ministrations to his actions.
The younger wolf began to murr quietly and intermittently as he moved his muzzle across his sibling's chest, switching between licks, nuzzles, and light applications of suction as he went, paying especial attention to his brother's prominently-supported, nerve-rich nipples and the deep canyons between muscle groups. His sibling responded with deep, blissful breaths, in part due to the fact that (while Blue didn't know it) he'd wanted something like this almost ever since Blue had come to visit.
Bluebane continued to savor every inch of his brother's carved torso, and with the hand further down it, he began to caress lower and lower upon it, drawing traceries upon the lower segments of Red's mighty six- (or was that eight?) pack. The sensation sent tingles into Red's groin, and this, combined with the erotic fantasizing that had already taken hold of his thoughts, began to erode his control over his own arousal; he felt his own member slowly beginning to swell.
Blue's nose was filled with the scent of his brother's body as he repeatedly dug it into Red's fur, and for several moments he simply felt the contours of it on every surface he touched it with, each curve and crevice filling his awareness in minute detail.
His mental flight was interrupted by something warm and heavy -atop- his hand, rather than the surfaces he'd been running it over. It was, in fact, Red's gargantuan puppymaker-which Bluebane had never seen more than a small bit protruded from its sheath-and his eyes opened semi-reluctantly to see what it looked like.
His reluctance was banished the moment his stream of consciousness was sufficiently diverted to it. The shaft was perfectly-colored, filigreed with veins, and continuing to progress upward and outward, its sheath retracting behind its immense volume. The head of it, which was beginning to glisten with a dewdrop of pre-ejaculate, was massive and immaculately-shaped, but from it Blue detected an intoxicating musk that caused primal stirrings within his mind, via his nose. His euphoric absence began to be replaced with something still rather ineffable, but more carnivorous in nature.
He placed a hand atop his brother's chest, and used it as a bolster to raise his own torso as he lifted the monstrous meat up to his muzzle. He sniffed the tip up close, inhaling more of the stimulating, pheromonal, vaporized lust, his eyes lidding closed momentarily from a moment of olfactory overload. He then parted the tip of his muzzle delicately, the very end of his tongue protruding from it to draw away the precious droplet of pre offered from the shaft's aperture. He felt his brother quiver underneath him in response, and knew he was doing the right thing-partially also because the shaft was continuing to grow, even though Blue knew it had to have been at least a foot long at the time. However, amazement was an emotion that failed to set in at the moment: desire was overwhelming it and most other higher brain functions.
He encapsulated the rod's end between the tips of his lips, as though giving it a light kiss straight-on, his tongue flicking out from betwixt them to caress the sensitive, blood-filled flesh. The luscious flavor of his brother's pre rewarded him yet again, and he could feel it beginning to stream more rapidly from inside Thomas, indicating continuing increases in arousal. The primeval system of behavior and reward urged him on, and he withdrew momentarily before taking more of the shaft into his mouth, then again to the fringe of the still-expanding head. He applied faint suction each time, helping draw his brother's blood into the cavernous tissue, filling it out amidst his canine jaws as he hungrily siphoned away the savory fluids it emitted. Faint moans and murrs echoed into his torso through the flesh that was in contact with Red's cavernous chest.
Bluebane kept up this series of iterations until the cock's head was beginning to tickle his uvula with each pass-not to mention that its girth was becoming a bit expansive for his muzzle. He inhaled deeply through his nose-and with a surprising precociousness, slid the shaft clear past the opening of his pharynx into a deep throat maneuver. A hearty gasp came from his brother's skull behind him, but he was unfazed. Blue's concentration was near-meditative, in a fashion he could never describe properly, and with it came control of his gag reflexes that enabled him to down a considerable portion of the appendage with virtually no difficulty.
It wasn't that Bluebane was immeasurably skilled at the act, nor was he able to take an astounding portion of the shaft into himself, really. Rather, what excited Tom was how the act seemed so impossibly real, as though fevered dreams of haphazard arousals had suddenly coalesced into something so material that the ephemeral imaginings were pale imitations of the act in progress. Naturally, the feeling of hot, wet, living flesh around his chunky cock was blissful, yes, but that alone could not have brought him to such a peak of pleasure so quickly. He moaned and sighed faintly, immersed in the moment as his brother moved his muzzle and throat back and forth along his ample, throbbing length.
Bluebane's own hard-on had not waned in the slightest over the course of these adventures, and it was beginning to nudge at the corners of his awareness, questioning wordessly as to why Blue's own nether regions weren't getting any attention. Though the taste of his brother's flesh and fluids was decadent, he knew he wasn't going to be sucking him off for much longer. After a few more bobs of his head, he withdrew the shaft in its entirety, carefully running his incisors lightly upon its surface to provide stimulation as he did so, flicking them along the border of the head's fringe as they passed it.
The coolness of the outside air upon Red's saliva-slicked shaft, combined with the drop in sensation as it left his brother's maw, brought him slightly back towards reality. He watched as his brother planted both of his hands upon the larger wolf's chest, swinging a limber leg up and over Red to straddle his torso. Though it took a moment for him to figure it out, the realization of Blue's intent hit him full-force in a remarkably pleasant fashion-like a brick made of pure, solidified joy. His younger brother's eyes lidded half-shut as a knowing smirk spread across his muzzle. Blue's package, now engorged fair to bursting under the loincloth but restrained by its waistband, displayed itself prominently in front of Red's gaze; its aroma was tantalizing and telling. With a practiced ease, Bluebane's hands undid the ties of the loincloth, allowing his erection to be drawn upward as he swept the cloth leisurely away with a flourish.
Thomas exhaled in anticipation as it was dramatically revealed, the flesh something he'd seen a number of times from afar, but never so close and so accessible as it was now. He could almost feel his tongue wrap around it, caressing its marbled veins and flared head, coaxing it to form a knot, drawing forth ecstatic overtures from his brother...
He realized that he was trying to overlap a fantasy atop the one that was coming true atop him, and due to the superior nature of the real thing, there was no way he could maintain the ephemeral imagination at the same time. Still, it was a fleeting moment of enhanced enjoyment.
Bluebane reached behind himself, eyes still affixed on his brother's face, and lifted the prodigious poker behind him to a more perpendicular angle to Red's body. He scooted backwards, causing Thomas to grunt slightly from the change in weight placement, and the feeling of his brother sitting atop the higher reaches of his groin. For a moment, Bluebane arched his back and leaned a bit, rubbing the fur of his back against the top of the blood-filled member. His testicles rested in Red's pubic fur, which was soft and plush, but also somewhat untrimmed, lending a primal appearance to it-something of a contrast to Blue's own groin area, which was neatly kept: he thought it just made sense to trim that fur the same way. Still, after seeing how well Red pulled it off, Blue was considering a change of habit...
He planted his feet, and stood up part of the way, raising his rear over the tip of Tom's nearly-vertical shaft. There was a questioning look from his brother's eyes, but Blue just smiled: yes, he wanted it. With a slowness tempered by uncertainty as to what havoc the massive member might wreak upon his insides, he began to lower his hips again, the saliva-lubricated head of the schlong slowly parting his furry cheeks and penetrating Bluebane's tight rear entrance.
He gasped a few times as the first few inches found their way inside, progressively being stretched open by the flared head before its fringe slipped inside him, giving way to the relatively constant-sized shaft. Vibrations from the visceral moan his brother emitted traveled through the rod like a sonic conductor, thrumming Blue's insides with the ecstasy-laden rumble. Slowly but surely, Tom's cock entered Bluebane by simple gravity, leaving the younger wolf to quiver as the shaft seemed to go on and on, sliding a continuous stimulus along the sensitive nerves between his colon and his prostate..
Though it seemed nearly an eternity later, Blue eventually came to rest atop his brother's scrotum and sheath, the vestiges of the soon-to-form knot constituting curious expansions of the ample girth that filled him. He completely exhaled in relief at the touchdown, still amazed that he could take such a huge shaft.
Tom was also a pinch surprised at the ability of his younger brother to impale himself entirely upon his foot-and-a-half "third leg," but it was still so consistent with his fantasies that he scarcely noticed. He gave his brother time to accommodate the massive meat properly, though it was with effort that he restrained himself from bucking his hips and humping roughly against his brother's filled rump.
After a few deep breaths and a little torso-shifting, Bluebane felt ready to move ahead. He pushed up with his feet, a feeling of relative emptiness descending into his abdomen as his brother's cock receded from it. He didn't like it particularly much, and so he stopped some distance up and let gravity take over again, hilting himself once more on the pulsating shaft. He continued this routine, flexing his torso a number of different ways to twist the rod within himself.
Thomas was encased in bliss, much as his cock was encased in Bluebane. "You're...you're so tight, Blue!"
Blue merely nodded, his eyes seductively locked on Red's as he oscillated atop his older brother's groin. However, his own sheath was again pestering him for attention, and so as he came to rest with his brother's length firmly planted inside him yet again, he leaned forward, placing his torso parallel to and along the length of his older brother's. Then, using his arms to hold up his chest, he rocked his hips forward and back, driving his own dick up and down the midline of his brother's chiseled torso, its sensitive nerve endings caressed by his older brother's fur and physique as he continued to push and pull his brother's pride and joy in and out of himself.
The feeling of Blue firmly thrusting into his torso, combined with the continued extreme stimulation of his brother's tight ass around his engorged erection, was overwhelming his awareness with lust. Too many fantasies were being fulfilled in his brother's actions, and it was carrying away his last traces of control. With each hump from his brother, he began to growl, first so quietly that it was inaudible even to Bluebane's sensitive canid ears, but eventually growing to a vigorous, teeth-showing display. He began to thrust back against his brother's actions, causing his groin to thud against Blue's lithe rump.
Finally, he could take no more of being subjected to this passively: with a loud roar of a growl, he flipped over, landing with his hands on the ground underneath Blue's torso to cushion his brother's fall even as he placed himself above his brother's body, his roaring hard-on still inside Bluebane.
Bluebane seemed completely unfazed by this change of events, and even licked his chops hungrily at the sight of his massive older brother arched over him. Thomas let him down carefully, anchoring himself with one paw as he seized his younger sibling's shaft with the other and beginning to rut into the blue wolf forcefully. The vigor of his thrusts, combined with the paw on Blue's member, lifted the younger wolf's pelvis upward, allowing him a downward angle of thrust and more radical flexion of his gorgeous torso muscles. Blue's tongue lolled blissfully aside as he begin to murr steadily, savoring each and every second of the show and sensations delivered by his brother's actions, his own member beginning to leak copious amounts of pre to coat the larger wolf's talented digits.
The bodybuilder canine's pistoning thrusts continued to become more forceful, his groin pounding into Bluebane's rump and carrying it forward in an arc with the momentum of it, followed by a long withdrawal to increase the amount of sliding contact between his shaft and Blue's insides. His growls began to melt together into a bass rumble of ecstasy and lust, and his musk filled the air, mixing with Bluebane's to form a purely intoxicating atmosphere that pervaded both of the wolves with primeval passion.
The knots of both wolves began to swell as the pleasurable stimuli they gave each other stampeded through their minds. At first, the nodule on Red's cock simply popped in and out with each full thrust, adding sensation that caused Bluebane to yelp momentarily in surprise the first time it happened, but it eventually grew to such dimensions that Blue's tight portal refused to allow it such rapid entry, and it functioned as a stop along the path of Tom's thrusting. Red's fingers danced around the similar nugget upon Bluebane's shaft, pawtips sliding along with the greatest of ease due to the pre-ejaculate streaming forth from inside the younger wolf.
The inevitable orgasm bore down upon Thomas, and in a fit of bestial instinct, he pounded in as far as he could go, the knot forming an obstacle to his efforts as it thudded against Blue's entrance. Continuously pushing against the tight ring, he torqued against it repeatedly, the upper reaches of it slowly forcing their way against the sphincter with each jerk of his abdomen-until suddenly, the massive formation was admitted, the force of the accompanying thrust pounding Red's groin into Blue's backside. The complete engulfment of his knot blasted him over the edge, and he began to ejaculate into his brother with a powerful howl, his fist clenching tightly around Blue's shaft.
Blue's own awareness was filled to the brim with ecstasy by this point, the massive meat inside him having slid about a foot of solid shaft past his sensitive prostate with each mighty thrust from his brother. The feeling of his brother's knot ramming into him, and finally penetrating fully, carried him quite over the edge as well. As his insides filled with his brother's fresh, hot essence, he joined Tom's howl with one of his own, his foot-long rod being fed bolts of wolfseed by his sizable testicles, cannoning pearlescent shots across the ripped body of his brother above him, and the fur of his own chest and face. The surge of climax racked his body, igniting every nerve ending in his pleasure centers, and he arched his back in coital myotony as his semen was powerfully unleashed.
Their howls died away as their breath exhausted itself, Red's lungs'supply running out before Bluebane's, his chest heaving as he quested for air with moan-laden gasps. His orgasm itself was far from over; it was a well-known fact among those with an interest in Red's sexual abilities that his endurance was complemented by his mighty ejaculations, and his seed continued to blast into his brother's insides, the pressure of his massive cock squeezing some of the viscous fluid back out of the younger wolf's passages. Blue also continued to writhe as amounts of semen he'd never known he could produce convulsed from his shaft and scrotum.
In a minute or so, the flows subsided, and the two brothers simply stayed in place, breathing deeply to recover from the sheer inundation to which their united climax had subjected them. However, Red's knot was firmly tied within Bluebane, and so he soon rolled onto his back, smoothly returning Blue to atop his torso, where the younger wolf sprawled appreciatively.
"Man, Blue," said Thomas, "You're really good."
Bluebane murred drowsily. "You know it, Tommers."
The older wolf chuckled. "Well, I know you at least got most of those sketches out of the way. How about a nap?"
Blue nodded, his position atop his brother causing the nod to very closely resemble a cheek-rub of his brother's pecs. "I think I can budget the time for that. Besides: I can't draw you with your freakishly huge knot locked in my ass, now can I?"
Red laughed aloud. "True enough. And I tend to have a lot of stamina, so...we could be waiting a while."
The younger wolf lightly ran a hand across his brother's side. "That's fine by me, Tommers." He paused for a moment. "After all, you do make a pretty good pillow."
The jovial bodybuilder chuckled yet again, his eyes slowly drowsing shut as he and his brother passed into an afterglow-laden slumber. As his consciousness faded, he realized that he'd have to try this again some time-and since he now knew that Blue wanted it as much as he did, he'd be able to be a little more direct...next time.