White Whine

Story by StGeorgesHorse on SoFurry

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#3 of Bottled Whine

Sorry if the editing is a little sloppy. Got a call that an aged relative is not doing well (102 years old), so I am heading out the door after I upload this. Not sure when I will be back on. Hope you enjoy this story. Slapped up a few tags, so if you think it needs more, be my guest.


                 Yeah, I

get it. You think that I just made my little bro my humping toy. Nothing doing. Just

because he was a little uncontrollable shit doesn't mean I didn't love him. He

was my brother after all. Still, I could see where people would tend to get

irritated by him. He had a mouth and he often forgot he could shut it up once

in a while. My cock in it tended to dissuade him from getting lippy with me

anymore.

                So it

came as no surprise when I found out through the grapevine that he was having

trouble with a kid at school. Apparently he had been calling the guy a faggot

(and worse) and this guy was getting pretty pissed off. I was going to have a

talk with Daryl about it, but life beat me to it. Funny how that works.

                It

started one day when I was home just ahead of him. There was a note from mom

and dad that they had left for my great aunt's house a few towns over.

Apparently she fell or something. I had no more than read the note and had

grabbed a soda when Daryl came running it like a cheetah. I couldn't even

swallow my sip before he was in his room with the door slammed.

                I

assumed he was in some sort of trouble, so I looked out the window onto the

street. There was the guy he had been pissing off. Funny thing was, he did sort

of look like a what I would call a faggot. But then, arctic foxes are all

rather soft and cuddly looking. This one was staring up at the house with a

look of pure hatred on his face.

                I was

torn. Part of me wanted to invite the guy in. Daryl was a lot of things, but he

was foremost my brother. Family stuck together. So while he might deserve a

beating, I would have to take care of it myself.  The guy stood out there for like ten minutes

before he finally walked away. I went up and knocked on Daryl's door.

                "He's

gone. You wanna talk about it?"

                "No,

Now go away!"

                I

jimmied the door open and walked in. "Well tough shit little bro. It sounds

like you've been pissing this guy off. It's pretty bad when he follows you

home."

                "Eric

is a shit head. He likes bullying other kids and I stood up to him."

                "You're pretty good at starting trouble, aren't you?"

                "He

started it. He threatened to beat me up if I didn't give him my lunch money. I

told him to fuck off."

                I found

that to be as likely as not. Despite his looks, I had a feeling this snow white

fluffball was trouble, maybe a much as Daryl. And while I wasn't always happy with my little bro, he

was still family. If anyone was going to be dishing out punishment to him, it

was going to be me.

                "Well,

stay away from him. And keep your fucking mouth shut. I can only imagine what all

you said to yank his chain. Bullies hardly need egging on."

                Sadly,

my advice went unheeded. A few days later, as luck would have it, dad was out

of town on a business trip and mom was gone to back to my great aunt's house.

Therefore, when I can home to find Daryl in the front yard getting his ass

kicked I was hardly surprised. But I was properly indignant. I slammed the car

into park across the street and transverse the pavement with a heavy flashlight

in my hand.

                By the

time I made it to them, he turned just in time to see me swing the Maglite. It

connected with his head with a resounding thud, dropping him to the ground. I

immediately thought that I had killed him. Daryl struggled to push his limp

body off.

                The

little guy had blood running down his nose. His fur was a mess. It was a good

thing mom wasn't home or there would be cops here tearing this other guy up. I

had him help me drag the guy into the house. He was still alive, and breathing,

but a lump was forming where I had struck him.

                "What

are we going to do with this fucker?"

                I

looked at Daryl. "Like I know! I guess we could call the cops."

                "I'd

like to beat the shit out of him, is what I'd like to do. He's always bullying

everyone."

                I was

struck with an idea. It wasn't a good idea, but then, some of the best ones weren't.

"Hey little bro. How would you like to dish out some of what you've been

served?"

                "What?"

                I

lightly kicked the unconscious bully. "Him. I bet he has a nice tight little

ass."

                His

eyes went wide. "I'm not a faggot! Maybe you like that kind of stuff."

                "Shut

up, you little jerk. That was to get even when you were being an asshole. If

you behave the rest of your life, then you're going to be safe."

                Daryl

was looking at the limp form on the couch. "What's it like?"

                "It's

sort of like a pussy, only tighter."

                "What

if he wakes up?"

                "I hope

he does. What fun would it be if he slept through the whole thing?"

                My

little brother stamped his feet. "I mean, what if he wakes up and tries to beat

the crap out of me whiling I'm screwing his butt?"

                "That's

one of the many uses for rope!"

                I

dragged him upstairs to Daryl's room and secured him to his bed, making sure to

pull his jeans off first. I have to admit, from the back, this guy made a

pretty convincing looking chick. Big white fluffy tail, nice backside. The only

thing that spoiled was the pair of furry white balls. You couldn't have

everything.

                "What

do I do?" Daryl sounded both scared and excited.

                "Get

your cock out first stupid. Then put some lube on it. Then stick it in him.

It's not rocket science."

                I was

struck with the thought, that like Daryl, this guy might best be kept under

future control if he knew there was a video out there of a younger kid pounding

his ass. I got the camera and set up the tripod, while Daryl tried to work out

the mechanics of sex.

                He was

pretty hesitant at first, poking around but not making any headway. I didn't

want to get into the frame, so I made some motions from off-screen. He finally

got the idea and nailed his foe's puckered bunghole. His cock went in like a

knife through butter. He grunted in joy and pushed until he was in. He was

really going to be enjoying himself when he knotted up.

                About

this time the bully came awake. He was groggy, so it took him a while to figure

out what was happening. When he did, he bellowed in rage. "What the fuck is

going on?"

                It

nearly scared my kid brother senseless. I reluctantly came into camera range.

"You fucked with the wrong person. Now you're getting your ass nailed by the

little kid you were trying to hurt. How does that make you feel?"

                He

struggled against his bonds, and Daryl freaked some more. He tried to leave off

what he was doing, but his knot had him trapped. His eyes were wide, but I held

up my paw for him to chill. I said to him, "Take your time. This fluffy piece

of girly ass isn't going anywhere."

                "Girly

ass! I'll cut your..."

                I

leaned down and slapped him. He screamed at me, so I slapped him again. All the

while, my kid brother was seemingly terrified. I came around behind and pushed

his hips into the bully hard. Then I grabbed his tail and yanked him back hard,

hard enough to make both of them squeal.

                "Now

get moving, you little trouble maker. I don't have all day!"

                He

tentatively grabbed that big fluffy tail and pulled himself into the arctic

fox's ass a little tighter. I could see on his face that he was starting to get

into it. I stepped off screen, allowing him to do his thing and recording the

whole event for posterity.  The bully meanwhile

was still fighting his bonds, but I had tied them well. He wasn't going anywhere.

                Daryl

worked away, eventually tuning out the distraction of the ever diminishing

yells and curses. I could see on his face he was really getting into it. His

foe either was giving up or tiring out. Either way, if was fun to watch. I

didn't know this other kid from Adam, but in this world, I was the only one who

could beat up on my brother. Me and no one else.

                After a

while I could tell Daryl was getting ready to blow. He was going faster and

faster, jerking on that tail with increasing speed. He let out a yell and went

into a frenzy of pumping, culminating in his body being pressed up tight against

the other's ass. He fell back with a tired drop, dragging his victim with him.

His knot might not be big, but it was big enough.

                We had

to wait for it to drop down enough for him to slip out. He was feeling pretty

heady about the whole thing, though in the back of his head he was thinking

that he was going to pay for that little bit of fun. I knew better.

                I

wanted a little fun too, but I thought that playing a joke on this fluffy, cum

filled bully would be hilarious. I was getting undressed, out of sight, and I

called to Daryl. "He Daryl, is that all you got in you? I say you should stroke

your piece of meat until it gets really big!"

                He

looked at me like I was crazy before noticing my hand movements. It took him a

moment to catch on, but when he did, he played his roll perfectly. "Why would I

do that? This guy couldn't handle me when I'm supersized."

                "Oh,

just do it. Teach him what happens when people mess with you."

                I

climbed up behind this guy, and since I was considering this a punishment for

attacking my brother, I went in dry. His hole was already loosened a little,

and there was lube and cum from Daryl, but I didn't use another drop.

                I

cranked in, grabbed his hips and forced myself in deeper. His head came up as I

strained past his sphincter, grinding myself in an inch at a time. I could

imagine his eyes bugging out. But if Daryl could take it, so could he.  I heard him cry out and his struggling resumed

with increased ferocity. That made it all the more fun.

                I

shoved so hard his legs came off the bed. That was all it took for me to be

snuggly entrenched in his pretty little ass. I could feel my knot growing, and

so could he. He started to plead, calling me Daryl. How he couldn't figure out

that it wasn't him is beyond me, because while I started this little charade, I

figured he would eventually it realize I was me.

                I let

him plead away. Sadly, I had gotten to like this sort of thing, and I could see

me keeping this guy as my bitch. Give his a dress and he wouldn't look like

such a tough guy after all. I grunted as I filled his ass to the breaking

point. My cock was as thick as Daryl's knot, so you can imagine how much his

rectum was straining at the load it was being force to handle.

                I

grabbed his hips and went into full pile driver mode. I normally only used that

on the experienced girls from school.  It

made quite the impression. It did here too. He screamed so shrilly he sounded

just like a girl. I could feel his ass trying to tighten up, but there was no room

for it.

                I

watched with grim satisfaction as my knot bulged out his ass with each

backwards pull. This was even more enjoyable than doing the little trouble

maker himself. Since I was knotted with this guy, I knew I was going to be in

it for the long haul, and settled in to a nice steady, if vigorous routine.

                I soon

had the bed rocking and swaying. I thought to myself how great this was,

because I didn't need a condom because guys couldn't get pregnant. There was also

the fact that an ass was almost always going to be tighter than a pussy. And my

knot make slipping out impossible. Find me a better combination than that.

                I

screwed him until he was begging for me to stop. There was no longer any

cursing, just tears and pleading. The problem was, I really couldn't if I

wanted to. Until I spilled my balls, I was going to remain in a knot, and that

meant mom would get home before we were ever untied.  That would be hard to explain. So I put aside

what little sympathy I had for this guy and went for it.

                I boned

him hard, slamming him back and forth like a rag doll. His head went limp, and

I didn't know if he had given up or if he had passed out. I sadly didn't care

at that moment. I went on and on, feeling his slippery tissues enfolding and engulfing

my cock with each pass. After a while, the feeling got to be too much and I

knew it was time to explode.

                I drove

it in and held it tight as the fluids sprayed into his ass, mixing with my

little bros. This guy's lesson was now a family affair. As it turned out, this

event was a turning point. Daryl realized that I wasn't against him, but I also

wasn't against using extreme measure. I would even use them on outside forces

when necessary.

                When my

knot decreased in size enough to allow me to pull out, I did. Daryl the little

horny shit, was right there waiting for another turn. I warned him it wasn't

going to be as tight as the first time. He didn't seem to care. Now that he had

his courage, he went into that ass with a passion. The bully was awake again,

and whimpering like the coward he was. I almost...almost felt sorry for him.

                We let

him go of course. What else were we going to do, kidnap him permanently? But I

played a little of the video for him, and warned him to leave my brother alone.

The alternative was me releasing parts of the video showing him being boned in

the ass by a kid younger than him. It would take some artful editing, but I

could do it so that Daryl didn't show up.

                Mom

came home later, and the two of us were on the couch playing video games. She

gave us a smile and asked how our day had been. Daryl piped up first.

"Great! Daryl showed me how to

stand up to bullies!"

                "That's

great honey. It's good to see you two getting along!"

                I just

smiled and patted the kid on the head. He wasn't bad, he was my brother.

                I was

thankful to have a TV in my room, and later that night, I replayed the video

with the sound off. It wasn't nearly as much fun, but the sounds were fresh in my

memory. I had insinuated to the guy that if I ever caught wind of him pestering

anyone else, I might have to look him up. The look on his face was pure terror.

I guess it made me a bad person now that I was envisioning that look, all the

while stroking my cock to life. It was going to be a lotion and sock night

tonight!