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This is the story of how my relationship with my older brother was changed forever. It's also the story of how he and I--two young males, me just out of high school and him waiting to begin his post-grad program--found our place in the world; with each other.

It was a hot and steamy Saturday afternoon; the middle of summer, after all the bullshit from senior year had finally melted into a distant and hazy memory. And the anxiety of starting college in the fall was distant as well, a problem for future Dan to deal with. Life had settled into that comfy in-between where one could just relax, laze on the couch after finishing off a bowl of cereal, and tune out the world while staring at the various shows on tv.

Oh, sorry, I haven't introduced myself. The name's Dan, as you probably caught; short for Daniel, and only a very few people--my mom, my dad, and my big brother--have the privilege of calling me Danny. Back then I was just your average eighteen-year-old wolf; not too tall, a little on the scrawny side, and with the usual paws, snout, ears, and tail. I wouldn't call myself an alpha by any means; I had plenty of friends from school, but it's not like I was popular or anything, and I mostly just tried to keep to myself.

Not so for that big brother I mentioned, Jake.

You'd probably be able to pick him out of a crowd at a glance; and that morning, as I lounged on the couch, I could hear him moving around in the upstairs hallway and bathroom long before he came down. Tall and musclebound, with the pounding footsteps and careless strength to make the doors, cabinets, and toilet seat slam just a little to go along with it. His fur thick and shaggy, his demeanor boisterous and carefree, and his presence like an overwhelming pressure which could be physically felt. And behind his burning eyes and wide, toothy grins, a wildness that would put our most distant, feral, savage ancestors to shame. Jake was popular. Jake was outgoing, to the point of being overbearing at times. Jake was a real alpha, and both of our parents were joyously proud of him for it.

Neither mom nor dad could figure out where he'd gotten it. Dad himself was a strong, masculine male--as masculine as they came--but neither he nor anyone on his side--nor mom's, for that matter--possessed that sheer dominating alphahood which exuded from Jake's every pore; not dragging my father or uncles at all, it's just a fact of life and wolf biology. They and the doctors who'd done Jake's checkups all concurred that it was a quirk of genetics, a couple of alpha genes that had gotten together from ancestors all down the line in just the right way. Not that anyone in the family was complaining, least of all me.

That Saturday morning--just like all the weekends before since school had ended for the both of us, and Jake had come home from college--I was treated to the sight of my big, hulking, hunky older brother clomping down the stairs. His fur still slightly damp from his morning rinse-off; an everyday necessity to keep his abundant alpha pheromones from stinking up the entire house. His rumpled t-shirt straining over the bulging and flexing musculature of his chest and arms; his hulking body barely fit into any clothing, so large and bulky was he. And of course, the not-so-little problem he had downstairs straining the thick fabric of his sweatpants in a similar manner around its own considerable bulk; I blushed and looked away, hoping Jake hadn't seen me ogling his morning wood.

He was obviously pent-up, and had been for a long while. I could hear the frustration in the faint rumbling which vibrated in his chest as he padded to the kitchen, and see it in those wild, flashing, handsome eyes of his as he grumbled out a muzzy 'good morning'. Yes, Jake was--is--handsome; everyone knew it, and the many girls he'd brought home over the years spoke well of how experienced he was. But that Saturday morning--for about a month before, ever since he'd come home from college--he'd been suffering from a dry spell of eligible bachelorettes with which to satisfy himself.

I couldn't stop a brief smile from spreading on my muzzle as I listened to him banging around in the kitchen. In truth, I was a little bit happy for that dry spell of my brother's. Seeing him laughing and chatting with all those girls. Hearing them giggle and simper to him. Knowing as he'd lead them up to his room that they'd be ravished to the core by my massive alpha brother's massive alpha tool. It made me jealous, to be honest; although not exactly of the older and more popular wolf.

Yeah, I'm not gonna beat around the bush anymore. I'm a pervy gay-boy who's deeply attracted to his older brother. I have been ever since I knew what it meant to be 'attracted' to someone; to look at them and feel that heat blooming in your belly while sparks of electricity tingle up and down your spine. Even back when we were kids, I'd take every excuse I could to hang around with him and spend as much time as possible with the big guy; that's right, I was the little tagalong kid who did anything and everything necessary to stay in his older brother's good graces. And when we grew up, first him and then me going through puberty and starting to pop boners at the slightest breeze, the one thing that would get me throbbing and hard and needy the most often would be Jake.

I'd fantasize about doing stuff with him; comparing our cock sizes, jerking off together, and--as I browsed the internet and discovered the wonders that porn had to offer--having sex with each other. I'd do anything I could to sneak a peek of him--while he was changing, in the shower, even on the toilet--or get in as close as possible to feel his larger, stronger, more muscular body against my own. I'd rifle through his hamper or the laundry basket for his dirty underwear--always stinking of rich, overpowering musk; the musk of an alpha--so I could huff the smell of his balls and sheath and taint right off of the heavily-stained fabric. And as the years passed, and my attraction to him only grew more intense--made bittersweet during his time at school, and then rekindled into a roaring inferno every time he'd come home for Christmas or summer break--my fantasies had only grown more elaborate.

Jake walking in on me sniffing his underwear, giving me that dominant smirk of his, and offering to let me huff his stink right from the source. Jake dragging me into his room, laying me down on his bed, and fucking my brains out. Jake confessing to being attracted to me, too--far more than any of the girls he'd usually bring home--and the two of us starting up an intimate relationship; becoming secret boyfriends, moving in together, and spending the rest of our lives as incestuous lovers. I was certain back then that something like that would never happen in a million years, but one could dream, right?

"Yo. Outta my spot, Danny."

I jumped, jerked out of my thoughts by that low voice. Jake was looming over me, staring down with one expectant brow perked up. Feeling my ears pull back and my tail tucking downward of their own accord, I gave that massive alpha a nod. "Sorry Jake." I slid down, down, until I dropped onto my rump on the floor with a quiet grunt; and with the couch vacated, Jake plopped down to enjoy his coffee and bagel.

It had been like that since I was a child, and Jake was a blooming adolescent. His alpha genes had awakened, and he'd become bigger and stronger; more dominant. The other kids his age, his teachers, and even our parents had started treating him better. Letting him get away with--almost--anything. Giving him the largest portions at dinner, letting him stay up and stay out late, and encouraging him to do--again, almost--anything he pleased. And I'd been encouraged in turn to do the same; to do what he said, follow his lead, and keep him happy. And so I sat at my older brother's feet on the floor--even letting him rest his hindpaws in my lap, acting as a footstool for him--while he lounged on the couch, as I had so many times over the years.

You might think I resent him or something, but I want to reassure you now that's hardly the case. Again, it's just wolf biology; wolf culture. An alpha leads, and the others--the betas--follow. An alpha does what he wants, when he wants--within reason and the law, of course--and the betas do what he says. And honestly, it had always felt right to me, even before I started puberty and developed my crush on him.

Jake grunted, once more jerking me out of my thoughts. "Hey, rub my feet, would you?"

"Sure." Without a second thought, I took one of those--strong, massive, and more than a little pungent even after his rinse-off--hindpaws into my hands to begin kneading over and between the pads.

He huffed, and I shifted my grip to make sure I was massaging where he wanted me to. He let out a quiet rumble, and a brief thrill ran down my spine at the sound. He hummed, and my tail began thumping against the floor at the thought that I was making him feel good. Had Jake ordered it, I would've put his hindpaw right onto my nose, filled my lungs with that buttered-popcorn-and-corn-chip aroma, and used my tongue to really work him over; then again, I would've done a lot of things if my hot, hunky alpha of an older brother ordered it.

With my snout and ears burning, I pushed those thoughts away. "So, uh... how'd you sleep."

"Mm." He took a slow, slurping sip of his coffee. "Fine."

"Good, good."

"And you?"

"Pretty good, too." I'd been kept awake for a good while by the loud snoring from his room, which was right next to mine; it was still taking me a while to get used to it now that he was home again. "Uh... so, any plans for the day?"

Another slurp. "Nah."

"Really?" I switched to his other hindpaw, and continued to take slow and furtive sniffs of his scent while digging my thumbs between the pads. I gulped, hesitated, and took the plunge. "No dates?"

My ears pulled back and my entire body froze at the quiet snarl from above. I didn't dare look up at Jake, and did my best not to make any sudden movements. I'd known he was pent up. I'd known he was frustrated. But I hadn't realized that it was that bad. Finally, after a long moment, he huffed. "No."

"Not even online stuff?" I kept my head ducked, my eyes downcast, and my voice quiet and gentle; the perfect picture of submission to a far-more-dominant male. "I mean, I bet there's a bunch of girls on hookup sites and stuff that you can chat with, at least."

One tick of the clock. Two. Three. And then, a snort. "A couple, I guess. But honestly, not anyone really worth my time."

I knew--hoped, at least--that wasn't his actual feelings on the matter. I knew for a fact he'd been chatting with plenty of people online, and even sharing nudes. I knew, since I was one of them.

It had started halfway on a whim; I was fresh out of high school, legal, and--not to toot my own horn--fairly attractive in a twink-y kind of way. Why shouldn't I try to have some fun over the summer before taking up responsibility once more and heading off to college? I'd found one of the more popular and active sites--one with plenty of hot, available singles in my area--and made up a profile for myself. No real name or face pics, of course; I was young, but not stupid. But I'd made it clear what I was into--big, strong, masculine males, especially if they were doms--cast out my hook--making sure I could only get messages from other like-minded guys who wanted to chat and maybe see where things went--and started looking through profiles of other users who caught my interest.

Imagine my shock when I found my brother on that exact same site.

Like my own, his profile hadn't had any kind of identifying information, but I knew it was him; I'd ogled those pecs, those abs, and that underwear bulge for long enough to recognize them at a glance when I'd scrolled through the pics he'd been sharing publicly. And something about the way he'd described himself in his profile--a dominant alpha who'd leave a bitch shaking and begging for his fat breeding tool in her--sounded exactly like him; and had made me blush at the echo of my own thoughts about what a stud he was. I'd taken a glance through his preferences, most of it riling me up and getting me hard and throbbing, and I still remember the surprise I'd felt when I hadn't seen him specifying himself as straight or looking for females only. It must've been a mistake. Maybe he'd thought it went without saying. There was no way, I remember thinking as I'd moved my mouse over to the 'Match?' button; just on a whim, just to confirm that it wouldn't work. That it would pop up with a message saying we didn't match, or some kind of 'this profile is not accepting matches from males' thing.

I remember the way my heart had leapt into my throat, choking the breath right out of me, when the pop-up had instead congratulated me on a match.

I had stared, uncomprehending, at the words. My entire body had been overcome with trembling anxiety. And then there'd been a ping; a new message from Jake's profile. 'Yo.'

'Yo'. So like Jake; familiar and comfortable. It had set my mind at ease, and had made my fingers move of their own accord to type out a response. A greeting. An admiring comment, and a few flirtatious insinuations; which he'd actually returned, to my surprise. Under the veil of anonymity, the both of us had been able to communicate much more openly and freely than I'd ever felt with him in person; it had helped that I was just some 'anonymous twink' online instead of being related to him, and so could lust over his body--the very, very many dickpics and other nudes he'd send--and encourage him to lust over mine--sending some hole pics and body shots, while still being careful not to let my face or anything identifiable show--without it being 'weird'.

And so, he and I had started talking. Chatting. Flirting and fantasizing with and about each other. And we'd even get more serious and personal about his alphahood, Jake venting to me thoughts and feelings I'd never even considered. I'd asked if he'd been with any guys before, and he'd admitted to fucking one or two in college. But with his alpha instincts, he'd admitted, it was hard to hold himself back from going too far--both online and in person--and turning one of the few guys willing to choke on his cock and take it up their tailholes from his bitch into his omega.

'Omega'. Even back then, that word had sent a thrill down my spine and made the pit under my tail hot and itchy with need. It was something forbidden, taboo, not meant for the more civilized modern day. You see, way back in wolf-kind's savage history, masculinity was all that defined males. You had your alphas--the most masculine, and therefore the leaders of the tribes--and you had the betas--basically all the rest of the males. But someone who wasn't masculine enough, wasn't dominant enough, couldn't hold his own in the hierarchy would be taken by the alpha as an omega; the tribe cumdump, lifting his tail for any male who needed to blow a load. He'd be forced to ingest his alpha's fluids--all of them, sweat and saliva and cum and even piss--which would make him both sterile and impotent; lesser, not a real male, just an omega bitch only worth the tightness of his ass. It was degrading. It was humiliating. It had been one of my deepest, darkest, and most shameful fap-fantasies--the kind that always comes with a gut-punch of post-nut clarity which can leave one shaking and nauseous--since I'd looked it up online, searching out more information than just the sanitized summary taught in history classes.

But online, chatting with my unknowing older brother, we could both indulge in the fantasy while knowing that it'd never happen in real life. I could beg Jake to force me to my knees, and spit and cum and piss in my mouth until my already-slim body withered into an omega's petite and near-feminine form. Jake could talk about pounding me hard and deep, and giving me a deep and scarring mating-bite on my shoulder that would be impossible to hide. We could both push each other further and further, until I at least was left a panting, cum-smeared mess trying not to moan too loud and let him hear me from next door.

He'd always apologize after, worried that he'd taken it way too far beyond my comfort zone, and I would feel the flutter in my chest and the heat in my face as I typed out my responses. He didn't need to worry. It was so fucking hot that he was such a dommy alpha. He deserved to find a little bitch he could claim, just like nature intended. I'd liked to think that I was helping him, giving him more confidence--not that he needed it, but still--and giving him an outlet for his more feral and savage side; and when I'd log off and head to bed, I'd always dream of us cuddling and talking face to face as he held me and thanked me for giving that to him.

"Danny?" Something soft, calloused and firm, and faintly musky pressed on my face. "Earth to Danny, you there? Can you let go of my foot now, man?"

"Sorry!" I felt my blush burning on my cheeks again--and not just at letting myself get lost in my thoughts a second time--as I pulled my hands away from Jake's one hindpaw and ducked my face away from his other one. "I was just... thinking."

"About?"

"Uh, well..." As he stared down at me, that heavy gaze of his pressing down upon me like I always imagined his weight would, I hunched over a little bit to hide the tent in my own pants and shrugged. "This and that. What to do today and all."

"Well, if you figure something out, lemme know." A huff. A sigh. Shifting on the couch as I tried desperately not to look back at him. I knew if I did, my gaze would be immediately drawn to his crotch, and it would be a struggle not to dive right in between his legs. To tug his sweatpants down and free the morning wood that still bulged and strained the thick fabric. To sniff his ball-stink, lick his sack, and beg him to fuck my mouth right there and then.

"Hey, let's go out to the park!" I ignored the strain in my voice and burning in my cheeks, and hoped Jake would too as I looked up at him with a wide grin. "Since you can't find a date online, I guess I'll have to do for today. It's my job as your little bro, right?" I forced as much little-brother sarcasm and playful scorn into my expression as possible, even as the hardness in my pants twitched again at the thought.

Jake hemmed. Jake hawed. Jake scratched at his shoulder and up to his neck. "You know what, why the hell not? Could use some fresh air. And it's better'n laying around the house all day." He looked back down at me with a face full of big-brother sarcasm and playful scorn. "Even if it is just gonna be with you."

"Alright!" I hopped up, surreptitiously adjusting myself when he turned to set his plate and mug on the side table. "Lemme hop in the shower too while you get dressed, and I'll wait for you."

"Sure, sure." With a vague and distracted gesture, the alpha dismissed his underling. My tail wagged behind me as I rushed up the stairs, eager to spend a day out with my big brother; not exactly on the kind of date I wanted, but details.

But first, taking the chance to deal with my raging boner.

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The sun was shining. The birds were singing. The air was fresh and cool, giving brief and intermittent relief from the growing summer-day heat. I meandered along the path, listening to the sounds of the park--rustling leaves, faint children's voices from the playground, the tinny sound of music from the occasional jogger--and took a few peeks up at my looming older brother every few steps.

The poor guy was panting already, and the scowl on his face had only grown more deep-set. The many layers of clothing he was wearing rustled with every one of his steps beside me; it was a necessary precaution for alphas like him, to avoid subjecting everyone and their grandma to the overpowering scent of their alphahood. One of Jake's conversations with 'the anonymous twink online' had involved how much he hated having to wear so much--shirts under and over his shirts, and a good few pairs of underwear on top of each other--to avoid embarrassment, especially in the summer. On the other hand, I knew that those layers would be soaked through with salty sweat and heady musk by the time we'd get back home, and I was already looking forward to sneaking into Jake's laundry hamper once more to indulge.

Was I a bit of an asshole? Probably. But hey, I was sure back then it was the closest I'd ever get to fulfilling my fantasies about him.

And so we walked side-by-side down the path around the park, Jake forcing out a hum under his breath while I carried a sloshing bottle of water for him. In truth it had been mine--we'd both ponied up for a bottle from the vendor at the park entrance--but when he'd guzzled his in one gulp and then held his hand out with an expectant arching of his brow, I'd handed over what was meant to be my bottle without question or complaint. And though I didn't mind the thought of--anticipated, even--wrapping my lips around it, tasting both Jake's saliva and the water he'd tainted with his backwash, it was only when he'd offered to let me do so--meaning 'ordered me to'--that I'd indulged; and I'd forced a grimace onto my face as I glared up at him, acting the part of the put-upon younger brother.

"So."

"Mm."

"Nice day, huh?"

"Mmhm."

Even if he wasn't the most talkative that day, I still enjoyed being in my older brother's company. Pressing in against his side while trying not to be too obvious about it. Wagging my tail behind me as I felt heat gathering in my cheeks, ears, and gut. Though I'd only been half-joking when I called what we were doing a 'date', it was easy to allow myself to get lost in the fantasy.

We were dating. My brother and I were on a date. And when we got home--or maybe when we found a secluded, private spot--he'd pull me into his arms, kiss me, and growl into my ear about how much he wanted me.

"Yo, Jake!"

I have to admit, I jumped a little at that call. I looked up, watching as the other wolf who'd bellowed out my older brother's name--as well as the Labrador and hulking Rottweiler tagging along with the grinning male--trotted over to clap Jake on the shoulder. "How's it, man?"

The change in my brother's expression was instantaneous. His own muzzle broke into a wide and toothy grin, and he gave the wolf and Lab a few playful punches as they pushed in close to him. "Yo, Scott, Olly!" Then he reached up to pat the Rottie's shoulder. "Yo, Brad." All four older canines' tails were wagging furiously as they greeted each other and exchanged pleasantries. "Just hanging with the little bro. What's up with you guys?"

"Eh, figured we'd come out here and shoot some hoops a bit. Maybe swim later." The Lab--Olly--let out a chuckle. "Wanna join us? You can tag along too, Dan."

"Eh, nah. Not too in the mood."

Olly let out a quiet 'aww', but didn't put up any argument. The wolf--Scott--and Rottweiler--Brad--let their own ears and tails droop a little as well, as though they'd been looking forward to spending time with my older brother as much as I had. You see, those three were Jake's childhood friends--they'd all known each other since kindergarten, and stuck had together over all the years since--and the ones Jake usually hung out with; when he wasn't at home or scoring with a female, of course. They were his confidants, and his betas--'beta bros', he'd call them--and his closest companions.

"Come on, man, we gotta do something together sometime this summer." Brad may have been large, and hulking, and intimidating, but right then he was giving Jake his best pup-eyes.

"Sorry, big guy." Scott let out a dramatic sigh, slinging an arm around the larger dog's shoulders. "Jake here's forgotten all about us. Too busy at college fucking every bitch that looks his way."

"Yeah, I wish." Jake rolled his eyes and shot another punch at Scott, which the other wolf dodged with a laugh. "Haven't gotten my dick wet since I came home."

"Damn." Olly sighed. "Guess that means our bones'll stay unburied, too."

The heat in my cheeks only grew more intense. Though Jake had never talked about it with me, I knew he and the guys were open with each other about their conquests. I knew my brother had acted as wingman for all three of his beta bros, mostly with the girls he'd already had his fun with. And though I didn't know for sure if it was true, I'd always fantasize that they would jack off or share a girl together all the time; and more than a few times, I'd fantasize about them leaving the girl out of the equation entirely.

"Come on, you got nothin' at all, man?" Scott joined in on the pup-eyes too, before once more dodging a swat from Jake.

"Eh." A shrug. A grunt. A sigh. "Nothin' but that guy online I told you about."

My ears perked up, and my breath caught in my throat.

"Oh, yeah, the twink." Scott grunted as well. "Pretty nice ass for a guy."

"Still can't believe fuckin' one guy in college got you into that, man." Brad scratched at one of his flicking ears.

"You complaining?"

A huff as those ears tucked against the Rottie's head. "Well, no..."

"Hey, a hole's a hole, right?" Olly let out a chuckle and elbowed Brad in the side. Then he turned to Jake with a grin. "He send you any new ass pics, man?"

It was a struggle to not let out the whimper gathering in my throat. I had, just a few nights before. And Jake confirmed it with a grin back to the Lab. "Yeah, a couple. I'll send 'em over to you guys later, okay?"

"Sweet!"

I gulped, shifted from hindpaw to hindpaw, and begged the sudden tightness of my shorts to go away. Jake had been sharing my nudes. Every one of his beta bros had seen my asshole; and by the sound of it, they all liked what they saw. It was easy to imagine all four of them fapping--alone or together--to the thought of sharing that 'anonymous twink'; and in that moment, I started thinking about it, too.

Each one of them taking turns pounding my hole, shooting their loads into me before making me clean their cocks off. Jake ordering them to clean me up--with their tongues, of course--before they settled in to jack off while watching my older brother breed me. Them shoving their dicks in my face as they touched my brother and each other. Ground against each other. Kissed each other.

I cleared my throat. "Hey, Jake, think it's a bit cooler in the shade. Should we go, man?"

"Aw, what'sa matter, Dan?" Scott reached over to ruffle the fur between my ears. "Don't like listening to the big kids talk about grownup stuff?" He chuckled, then his voice dropped out of that patronizing lilt. "I mean, you don't got a problem with it, do ya?"

"N-nah. Like Olly said, a hole's a hole, right?" I forced my muzzle into a smile, and tried desperately not to blush as the Lab clapped me on the back.

"See, Dan here gets it!"

Jake huffed, shifting from hindpaw to hindpaw as well. "He is right, though, this heat's killing me." He looked to his beta bros and nodded. "Catch up with you guys later, 'kay?"

"'Kay." Brad nodded. "Later, man."

"Smell ya later, alpha-bro!" Scott made a show of wrinkling his nose, and then patted Jake's stomach before dodging away from one last swat. He led the other two older canines off, and once more Jake and I were alone with each other.

We walked a few steps further in silence. "Scott's a dick."

I just shrugged, following Jake's lead as we meandered down the trail into a shady thicket of trees.

More silence. "So." A grunt, and then a huff; embarrassment? From that big, hulking, hunky alpha? "You really don't have a problem with it?"

It took every ounce of my willpower to keep my expression and voice neutral. "No. Been, uh... thinking about it myself a couple times." I cleared my throat, hesitating. "You, uh... you fuck a lot of guys?"

He looked at me with that smirk which always left my knees weak, and mussed up the fur between my ears even further. "You jealous, little bro? Thinking about all the tail I get, huh?"

I forced myself to huff and shove at him, though we both knew that my far-weaker body wouldn't even be able to shift his bulk. "No, you asshole. I'm just curious." No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't hide the hot flush spreading across my muzzle and up into my tucked ears. "I mean, you've always seemed so... you know... and... all the girls..."

Jake slung one large and muscular arm around my shoulders, and it was a struggle not to press in against him. To cling to him. To duck my head under his arm, sniff the--suppressed, but not completely hidden--stink of his armpit, and hump against his thigh like the horny gay pervert I was and still am. "Eh, girls are fine and all. Feels great to breed a bitch in heat. But guys, well..."

For a moment, I was sure my heart would burst right out of my chest with how hard it was pounding. "Yeah...?"

A long, low, sighing huff through his nose. "Fucked a guy or two in college, and... it was good. Really, really good. So good that it was hard to, uh... hold myself back." His breath began to quicken, and his voice began to grow husky. Raspy. Like it always did when he'd work himself up into one of his savage, near-feral moods. "Smelling all the bitch-pheromones they put out while they begged for my dick, sticking it in and hearing them whine for it, having another male let me do all that shit to him... it was real fuckin' hard not to take it too far." He breathed in and then out, a faint rumble in his chest and throat. "...But you knew that already, didn't you." It wasn't a question.

Both my mind and my body froze. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't stop myself from staring up at him, wide-eyed and guilty. "What?"

His arm around my shoulders flexed, and then tightened into a headlock. "Don't play dumb, 'boy-hole oh-three'. You aren't that slick."

He knew. I was certain that was going to be the end; he'd drag me off the trail to beat my ass black and blue for tricking him. He'd tell our parents and get me kicked out of the house. He'd ruin my life, all because I just had to think with my dick and got careless.

"Fuck..." A rumble. A growl. A puff of breath against my tucked ears as I squirmed in his vice grip. "Been smelling all those bitch-pheromones you've been putting out for years. You've been wanting it bad, huh? Want your big bro to fuck you like the bitch you are?" He did indeed drag me, kicking and flailing--but too breathless to scream--off the trail and into the thicket. Deep. Deeper. Until we were out of sight of the path, and then he swung me around to pin me against one of the old, thick trees.

"J-Jake..." I whimpered, nearly pissing myself as I stared up into his burning eyes; but even then, with my tail tucked between my legs as I trembled under his overwhelming force, I was hard. "H-how..." I gulped, still wincing in anticipation of blows I was sure would come at any second, and whined. "How'd you...?"

"I told you, you aren't slick. You type exactly like you talk, Danny." He leaned in close, and his humid breath puffed right on my burning muzzle. "And I could see the comforter you were laying and bending over on, dude. Your comforter."

I could've kicked myself. "Fuck."

"Yeah, fuck." His sneer twisted the word into a growled-out and husky mockery. "Which is what you've been wanting, huh?" When I whined and squirmed, he pushed harder on my chest and shoulder to keep me in my place. "Don't deny it. I told you, I've been smelling your pheromones for years." The paw on my shoulder moved up to grasp my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. The other moved down, brushing over my stomach, and finally cupped my crotch; he growled when my thighs closed around his wrist of their own accord, trying to shield my most sensitive--and achingly-aroused--area from him, and so with another whine I forced my legs back open to let him grope me. Squeeze the bulge of my roiling ballsack. Feel with his fingers along the length of my erection. "You like jacking it to my dick, little bro?"

The answer I tried to give him came out as a shaky whimper. He lifted one brow, expectant, and I forced myself to try again. "Yeah..."

"And...?"

"And... talking with you." I worked my jaw as he squeezed it, and the floodgates opened. "I like fantasizing with you about shit we want to do together. I... stole a bunch of your underwear to sniff, and I... I've been... thinking about... what it would be like to be with you."

"You've got a crush on me."

I tried to duck my head in embarrassment, but he wouldn't allow me even that. "Yeah..."

He hummed, as though thinking long and hard while grinding his palm on my tented crotch. "Well then... you're in luck."

I choked on my own breath. "Wha...?"

"I said, you're in luck." That wide, dominant smirk. Those eyes flashing with near-feral light; with arousal. That low, rumbling growl in his throat and chest as he looked down at me. "Your hole's pretty fuckin' hot, Danny. Nice and tight. I've blown a bunch of loads thinking about smelling and fucking it." He snickered at the question that must've been written plain on my face. "Yeah, even after I figured out it was you I was trading nudes with. And, well... some of the shit we talked about got me thinking."

This couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. I'd wake up at any moment; but why not enjoy the ride for as long as possible? "A-About...?"

"About how fucking hot it is to be such a dommy alpha." A huff. A snort. A low growl and toothy, lustful grin. "About how I deserve to find a little bitch I can claim, just like nature intended." I shivered as he spat my own words back at me. "...About how I've had an eager and willing little bitch right in front of me all this time."

"J-Jake..."

His paw moved to pop the button of my fly. To tug my pants open. To shove itself into my underwear. "Open your mouth, Danny."

I obeyed, even as he squeezed the hinge of my jaw with his thumb and forefinger to leave me no choice in the matter. And when Jake cleared his throat, hocked, and spat a thick glob right onto my tongue, my eyes fluttered as I soaked his palm with precum. He spat again, and then again, filling my opened mouth with the gamey taste of his saliva. And when I swallowed it down, feeling his loogies clinging to the insides of my throat, he chuckled and gave me an approving nod.

"You like that?"

I whimpered and nodded; his fingers squeezed my pulsing erection, and I bucked my hips against the contact. Then I felt the pressure of his hand on my junk growing firmer, more insistent. My shaft began to ache as he pushed against it, like he was trying to force it back into my sheath. "Y-yeah."

Harder. Harder. Smirking at me as I began to pant and whine; the ache was growing more intense, but I didn't dare try to move away or ask him to stop. "Are you a dirty little gay bitch?"

"Yes..."

"Show me." His one hand left my jaw, even as his other began to make progress in shoving my dick back into its hiding place; it was like my very malehood was putty in his hands. Jake lifted his arm up, baring the dark stain of his sweat in the armpit of his shirt. I knew what he wanted. I had wanted it for so long. And as I surged down to bury my nose in the reeking fabric, breathing in deep and filling my lungs with the smell of his musk, I nearly cried in joy at finally getting it.

Sniffing. Snuffling. Grinding my face into his shirt--and the shirts he was wearing underneath--to smear the mark of his alphahood all over my cheeks and lips. When my tongue darted out to lick the fabric, he laughed. When I took it into my mouth to suck on it, he growled in approval. When I nuzzled into his armpit, he pushed one last time to get my cock tucked away; and he let me cling to him, panting and gasping, as the pain rushed into and through me.

"Good boy. You're a good boy, Danny." His voice, low and rumbling and so dominant, soothed the dull throbbing in my crotch. He petted and patted my head, and the paw he had down my pants slowly caressed my abused sheath and balls. "You love your alpha's stink, don't you?"

"I do." My hands closed into fists at his sides. I let him hear my sniffing again, taking one last whiff of him. And then I finally dared to look up at my older brother; at my alpha. "I'm... I'm a dirty little gay bitch, Jake. I'll do anything you want me to..."

"Anything?"

I gulped. I huffed. I gritted my teeth against another pulse of pain in my groin, and nodded. "Anything."

"On your knees, then, bitch."

Again, without complaint, I obeyed; honestly, my trembling legs had been about to give out under me even without his order. I felt and smelled the grass as I dropped down to kneel before him, tail and ears tucked and my jaw staying slack. Jake smirked, hocked, and spat one more loogie into my mouth, and I swallowed it down as my face burned. He didn't say anything, but when he reached for the fly of his own pants, I got an idea of what my older brother had in mind.

He unzipped. He reached in, rifling around. He grunted and growled in frustration, seemingly working through the many layers in between his junk and the outside world, and finally sighed in relief as he managed to fish the tip of his sheath out. I flinched once more, this time at the briefest waft of heady, sour, eye-watering stench. But then he set a paw atop my head to hold it in place, and gave me a glare which pinned me to the forest floor as firmly as his grip. "Don't spill a drop. You understand me?"

Comprehension flooded through me, and I could do nothing but whine and nod. I tried to close my eyes, but a tap on my brow forced them back open.

"You look at me while you drink my piss, bitch."

"Yes, si-" I was cut off by a spurt of acrid liquid on my tongue, right on the still-tingling spot where he'd spat. I choked and gagged at the overwhelming taste, but did my best to follow Jake's order; I wouldn't spill a single drop. And so, while my older brother loomed over me, his head falling back as he let out a sigh of relief, I stayed where I was and let him piss in my mouth.

It was degrading. It was humiliating. It was far hotter than I'd ever imagined; both temperature-wise and as a sex thing. I tilted my head backwards as his stream splashed and splattered on my tongue, letting his liquid waste pool at the back of my mouth. And when I felt his urine threaten to spill out the sides of my open jaws, I forced myself to gulp it down; it burned like alcohol as it traveled down my gullet to settle in my stomach, but I managed not to gag again.

Another gulp. And then another. And then Jake's stream began to taper off, and I moved to wrap my muzzle around his sheath-tip to suckle the last of his piss right out of his dick. Again I was smacked in the face with his nostril-burning stench--like he hadn't just rinsed off that morning, or indeed showered at all for at least a week--but forced myself to bear it until, at last, he stepped backward.

"Good boy." A huff. A nod. Another heavy pat on the crown of my head. "Stand up, Danny. Back against the tree."

I groaned, and panted, and ground my tongue against my teeth as I breathed in and then out. In, and then out. "G-give... give me a moment..."

Jake grunted, and then I felt him grab me by the shirt collar and haul me up. Once more, he slammed me against the tree trunk, and I yelped and then whimpered as he pinned me and growled right in my face. "You don't get a moment, bitch. All you get is the privilege of doing what I say, when I say it. Understand?"

I shivered, fear once more washing over me like a bucket of ice water. Jake had been rough with me before, but this was on an entirely new level. I didn't dare look up at his snarling expression, or move, or even breathe.

Finally, Jake huffed. Sighed. Pushed my fly open, and my pants and underwear down my hips. "Danny... if we're gonna do shit like this, then... you're gonna need to be ready for me to be that intense. If you understand, nod your head."

One second, two, three; and then my head finally bobbed up and down.

"Good boy." Another puff of breath on my muzzle, and a pawpad wiping the few tears that had spilled from my clenched eyes off my cheeks. "We can either do this, or you can say no and we won't speak of it again. Now, yes or no: do you want me to fuck you, little bro?"

My mind raced. My heart pulsed. Pain and arousal warred in my gut and my crotch. Finally, as I felt him push his hips forward to let the opening of his sheath kiss my own, I answered. "Mmhm."

He licked my nose, and I finally looked up to see my older brother smiling at me; just like I'd always fantasized. "Good boy, Danny." Jake reached down again, and once more I hissed and let out a half-hurt, half-lustful groan as his finger pushed into the pouch of my sheath. Probing it. Teasing my--softened now, but still throbbing--cock. Delving in to test its depths. "Are you my bitch?"

In, and then out. In and then out. In, wriggling around the very root of my malehood, and then out. I clung to his shoulders and bucked against the intrusion of his digit, burying my face in his chest. "Yes. I'm your bitch, Jake."

"My dirty, piss-guzzling bitch?"

"Yes..." I swallowed, still tasting his strong-bodied urine.

"My musk-loving, stink-huffing bitch?"

"Yes..." I breathed in and then out, and once more his scent filled my lungs. "I'll sniff anything you want me to, Jake. Anywhere..."

"Good boy. Want me to fuck your face? Breed your slutty tailhole? Use your sheath like my personal pocket pussy?"

"Yes... y-yes...!" I whimpered. I whined. Just when I started to feel my abused cock start trying to push out again, I felt Jake yank his finger out of me. And then something hot, soaked with slick liquid, and throbbing-hard pushed against the opening of my sheath. Pressed into it. Sank into the depths of my suddenly-overfull pouch, making me yelp and cling to him all the harder.

Pressure. Stinging pain-pleasure surging into me like a punch to the gut. The feeling of my sheath opening being stretched around the tip of my brother's monolithic member. I shook, my knees trembling, and only stayed upright by the force of his body pressing against me. Chest to my face. Belly to my own slim stomach. Package to package, the bulge in his pants easily dwarfing my own. Jake reached down between us to wrap his paw around the fleshy tube rising from my pubic fur, and indeed began to squeeze and knead and pump it on his cock like a pocket pussy.

He huffed out husky growls right into my tucked ear. His rocking hips slammed into my own in a fast, merciless rhythm; the hard-fucking rhythm of an alpha rutting his bitch. I could feel his ample precum flowing into my sheath, and then overflowing back out to dribble down my drawn-up ballsack. To soak both my fur and my underwear. To stain me with the shameful evidence of how much more potent and virile his malehood was then mine. It didn't take long for him to cum, but until he did so I was waiting for the dream to end. Waiting to wake up in my bed, sweat-soaked and panting and sticky, to the rude awakening of reality.

Then at last he pushed forward, nearly crushing me against the tree trunk as thick, goopy, wet heat burst over my hidden malehood. Jake growled, and panted, and snarled in pleasure as he pumped out shot after shot of cum into my sheath, breeding it as thoroughly as I'm sure he always did his girlfriends. And then, in that breathless and post-orgasmic moment, he said the words I'll never forget; and I got the rude awakening I'd been anticipating.

"You're gonna make a fine omega, Danny."

The gears of my mind slipped, and then ground to a screeching halt. I choked on my own breath, and convulsed underneath him. I stared, wide eyed, up into that savage alpha's burning eyes as he loomed over me with a toothy, hungry grin. "What?"

"You heard me." He tugged his still-hard cock out of my sheath, leaving me to whine and whimper and grasp my aching crotch while he zipped back up. Then he grabbed the collar of my shirt once more, holding me in place against the tree. "You wanna be my bitch so bad? So be it. I'll feed you all the sweat and piss and cum and spit you want." He ducked down, and I trembled in fear as his sharp teeth brushed my shoulder. "I'm gonna mark you inside and out, so everyone'll know exactly what the fuck you are."

"Dude... Jake..." My paws wriggled up between our chests, trying in vain to push him away. I squirmed in his grip, a whine in my throat as I shook my head. "This... this isn't funny, man. You know that that's... that you can't do that."

"And why the fuck not?"

"Because...!" Pleading, teary-eyed, trembling and shuddering, I looked up at him. "You... you just can't!" My chest began to heave in panicked hyperventilation. "I mean, I know we... talked sexy about it, but that was just, like, fantasy shit, man."

"Are you saying no to an alpha?" I could see a dangerous glint in his eyes, and flinched as my tucked ears and tail did their best to sink into my body.

"No!" Again I tried to push against him, tried to get away, even though I knew it would be useless. "I just... I..." I swallowed hard. "I'll... I'll do anything you want. Drink your piss, let you spit in my mouth, bend over so you can fuck my ass anytime. But I... I didn't want this. I just..."

"You just...?" A quirk of his eyebrow. A rumble in his throat. A slowly-growing twist of his lips.

"I-if... if we... did stuff... I wanted it to be... you know... like we were..." Tears pricked my eyes and ran down my cheeks once more. "B-boy... boyfriends..."

Jake laughed.

I ducked my head, shame roiling in my gut as I took in a shuddering breath. Then I yelped when he reached down to tug my pants and underwear up, buttoned my fly, and then pulled me into another headlock. "J-Jake... let me go!"

"Shut up." He snarled right next to my ear, and I whined and fell limp in his grasp. Defeated. Submissive. "You think a little bitch like you deserves to be an alpha's boyfriend? What, you think we're equals, Danny? That you'll ever be good for anything but sucking dick and getting fucked up the ass?" A huff. "No. We're going home. And when we get there, I'm gonna show you just why what you think you want isn't possible. And I'm gonna teach you exactly what you really do want. What a dirty omega bitch like you deserves."

I couldn't resist as he dragged me along, his hold tight and unbreakable. I couldn't force anything but a few weak whimpers out past my slack jaws. I couldn't resist my alpha; all I could do was tuck down my ears and tail, letting him drag me along.

Perhaps even back then, I knew deep down that Jake's words--harsh and scornful as they were--were true.