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"Fuck, pet...you get tighter and tighter. Definitely a good idea with those flutterkicks..."

slap!

"Uuhh...Thank youuu M..Master..!"

That big, throbbing tool felt so warm and filling under his tail as it slammed home again. The barbs felt heavenly but the young, submissive teen knew something even better was coming.

The feline member drew back, those spongy barbs flaring as their owner flexed his pelvis and pulled probably an actual foot back and dragged out a long, needy moan from the digimon below him. Smirking in that predatory way only he could, the boy's owner and lover looked into his amber and brown eyes for a second before they went up un bliss with another hard thrust.

"slut...you love this, don't you? I don't even need to threaten you anymore..."

"a..ah! haa...uhh! Y..your slut SIR!"

Click

The young flamedramon was a light sleeper having the most erotic dream of his life when he heard his doorknob click open. His brain barely booting up faster than the computers in the school lab, Angelo bared had the awareness to flick his ears and gaze with clouded vision at the door. Of course, the teen did not notice his messy sheets nor his right paw wrapped just under the steel cage that kept him trapped and horny for the last month, both absolutely soaked in pre.

As the door shut with another click, a slightly deeper and very familiar voice quipped after a snicker.

"Wake up, faggot."

"uugh...what...do you want, Mateo?"

Blushing furiously in his silvery cheeks, Angelo rolled over to his left and tried to hide his nude body with the sheets. Much as he wanted to tell his younger brother to fuck off, the seventeen-year-old knew exactly what he wanted. The same thing he did every morning.

"Really? it's been two weeks and you're still gonna act like a shithead, little brother? fine."

A few heavy footsteps and the slim swimmer boy felt something grab the sheets and yank them off easily, tossing it and himself to the floor with a thud.

"o..ow! what's the big d..OW!"

Pain blossomed in his right arm where he landed on the thankfully carpeted floor, then both shoulders as a pair of larger scaled paws picked him up and pinned his upper body to the floor. A blue and white mass leered down at him wearing a snarl on that ugly, douchy face.

"You're just a slut. cock sleeve for me to use. You love being dominated and fucked, just bitch less than that wimp, Kevin."

"...I... I'm not...SLAP!"

"Did I fucking say you could talk?"

Vision dazed at the much-too-strong slap and adrenaline coursing through, Angelo panicked and tried to get his legs under himself and buck the bigger male off with a grunt.

Looking down past his tented jockstrap where his half-hard cock was, the exveemon scoffed and simply flexed, enjoying the sweaty body below him rub against his hard abs. After a few seconds of simply showing off his superior body to the slim boy trapped below him, Mateo let go of Angelo's shoulders and got up, crossing his meaty arms and staring down at his 'technically' older brother.

A week after night, the football star had been coming in every morning without fail to his room. Morning wood in hand, the younger boy didn't have to say much to get a warm, willing and very talented muzzle to deal with his hard-on. Sure he knew his slut of a brother went and got fucked or something by his so-called "coach" every day but he didn't really give a shit what those fags got up to long as he got off too.

Lately, though, the slim digimon had been more pouty and annoying before choking on his thick cock like a good faggot and he seemed more distant when he did, like Angelo didn't really see servicing such a stud like himself as a privilege it was. It being a saturday and their parents away on honeymoon getaway, Mateo was definitely going to put his brother in his place- firmly below him, on his knees and begging for his masculine dick.

"Get on your knees."

"Fuck you Mateo."

"No. everyone fucks you, you little cumslut."

"... get...get out. please..."

Shivering with rage but still laying flat on the ground where he was pinned and slapped, the flamedramon barely held back the tsunami of hopelessness and rage mixed with lust. God he wanted to just punch the little asshole out. Angelo couldn't really understand why his eyes drew down to that bulging underwear when he tried to look up angrily instead. Mateo, the little arrogant ass , didn't miss it of course.

"Say it properly. like I taught you and I might go easy on you."

"...Get...get out...please...sir"

"Good boy." That damn shit-eating grin. why did his ears feel so warm right now? Why couldn't he just man up and own it up to his parents so he could tell this as to go fuck someone else?

"Now suck me off like I know you want to and maybe I'll leave. Or you can just stare like you've been doing."

Glaring up at his sibling gave him no satisfcation. Noticing those yellow-red eye snarrow, the older boy scrambled up to his knees, trembling hands reaching up for the musky piece of underwear. Angelo didn't have to look up to imagine that ugly muzzle grinning wider nor did he have to inahle to smell the masculine musk from the white, cut cock and balls as he yanked the black cotton down.

Already almost fully hard at the very familiar length of seven and a half inches, the older brother flushed in shame as he wrapped his paws around it. God it was so girthy he could barely wrap around it and the head was still visible. Of course, Coach Drew was longer but this was definitely thicker. Angelo had to hiss under his breath at the image of both manly cocks spitroasting him-his Coach in his ass and this one in his throat while he moaned...

When those warm lips finally wrapped around his white, slightly-tapered cockhead, Mateo grinned and sighed, unfurling his arms as that slim blue muzzle went to work. His sibling really seemed to be just a cock-hungry slut now: every day he fed the boy his tool, the flamedramon seemed to grow more skilled in serving cock. He probably got better at taking dick but Mateo wasn't a fag like his little brother-besides, he already got fantastic blowjobs.

At first, Angelo simply suckled and slid up and down the long white member, but as the familiar feeling of a full muzzle of male came over him, the teenager's body seemed to go into autopilot. That long, draconic tongue wrapped around the base of his prize, slurping and sliding along with his muzzle and twisting his head left and right, the exveemon was quickly in the throes of bliss, his thick tail slapping the floor as he groaned at his older brother's ceiling.

When those paws came up and started squeezing his heavy nuts and rubbing just behind them at the same time, Mateo hissed and gripped the blonde-topped head serving him so well. Almost as if he was expecting it (but then again, the slut probably wanted it) Angelo relaxed and focused on the cock in his muzzle as he was yanked up and down the teen boy's pride like some fleshlight. The quickening breath above him and the cock seeming to grow harder and larger only served to turn the digimon on more, his paws busy at work with the exveemon's balls in an attempt to keep them away from his owned locked cock.

Heat was quickly building up from there and spreading throughout the Angelo's body, the hours with his coach making him think back to that firm feline cock sliding in and out of his tailhole. The feeling of those red panties being pushed aside to make room for his idol's barbed tool... Doing squats for a full half hour while the snow leopard smiled at him so warmly but with authority... Licking and worshipping that well-sculpted body he dreamed of having one day...The feeling of those strong, furry, spotted arms wrapped around his stomach as they pulled him back harder... fuck he was so hard...

"fuck...mmh...yea, take it slut...you should've just...unf...done this from the...ah! yea that's it...beginning!"

Angelo briefly wondered how long it had been since he really came, not counting getting fucked in a dressing room like some cheap slut on porn and still jizzing through the hard steel. Was it a month? two? The boy didn't have much time to focus on that as he felt the other heavy paw clasp behind his bent-back ears, yanking his muzzle down flush right in the center of the muscled boy's v-shaped pelvis. Screwing his eyes shot even harder as he felt the thick, salty load hit the back of his throat hard, the flamedramon swallowed as he was trained dutifully, not getting off that throbbing cock until it was sucked clean and left oversensitive.

Panting heavily as he came down from his quick orgasm, Mateo marveled briefly again at how well his brother blew him: it was the best he'd ever gotten and he's had some truly slutty bitches from the cheerleading team. That smirk returning as his older brother's eyes opened and submissive gaze met his more domineering one, Mateo shoved the messy boy onto his back without a word with a foot.

Grunting as he landed, the flamedramon was still in a sexual haze of pleasure and trained submission as he lay there, fully aware of his once-again soaked groin. His slim, toned legs seemed to slide open a bit more almost automatically. The damned snicker broke him out a little bit, only to be placed back under when a heavy paw gripped his very needy cock and balls. If he could get the cage off, he probably would cum with just a touch.

"How long has it been since he let you cum?"

"t...two months..."

"Good. you don't deserve to. only real men get to cum, not slutty faggots."

"...yes..."

"you're only good for making other people cum. aren't you?"

Shuddering violently as the stronger boy squeezed his swollen balls, Angelo whimpered, fully submersed in the headspace his coach had so diligently trained him into day after day. He'd stopped bothering to tell himself it was because the older male had blackmailed him but something else instead.

"Y..yes... I love it..." He had to say it. Mateo wouldn't leave without humiliating him further.

Mateo, however, was definitely enjoying his position of power and dominance over his sibling. Snickering and squeezing those tiny orbs in his comparably huge paws, the exveemon relished the way his twinky brother whined and seized up, body arching upwards. Letting them go, the digimon smirked and grabbed his jockstrap, tugging it back over his softening cock.

"Tomorrow, don't act like a little bitch and just blow me. Who knows, maybe I'll fuck you if you beg nicely."

"..."

"See ya, lil bro."

Finally free of the musk and his coach's influence, Angelo sniffled and rolled onto his side, facing the comfortable bed he was enjoying mere twenty minutes ago. His jaw ached, throat felt raw and he could feel a bruise coming on his cheek where Mateo slapped him. He was such a jerk. Why couldn't he be nice and warm like Coach? Why couldn't he just tell his parents he was gay and just livea normal life? The flamedramon's vision grew murky and before he could control himself, the sweat-covered carpet below him became wetter.