Bond of Brothers 5
Here is is at long last.... the much wanted and asked for continuation and conclusion of Bond of Brothers. It's taken me quite a bit of time and a horrible stint of writers block to finally come up with where the story would continue. I decided that Part 4 was left on too much of a cliff hanger, so I relented and finally got around to completeing the story. Plus, 5 parts sounds snazzier than 4 right? Right.
I also suggest that if you are unfamiliar with the story, that you read the first four parts as this is basically a direct continuation and if you're reading this without the others, you may be confused as to characters and what's going on.
Now I move onto the ever so fun DISCLAIMER!!!! This is an adult story 18+ years old. It's got gay male on male action between two brothers, some light gear fetish themes as well, fairly graphic violence, blood and death. If you don't like these things, then I suggest that you click that back button on your browser. But, if you're okay with these, then by all means, read on.
-Bond of Brothers 5
The Plymouth cut through the thick humid southern night air with a muscle car roar. Typhoon picked up a soda cup from the center console and sipped the sugary contents inside, intently watching the expressway they were driving down.
He placed the cup back in the holder and looked over in the passenger seat. Tundra was asleep, his head resting on the edge of the door and the car seat he was reclined in.
Typhoon smiled seeing his brother sleep so peacefully. He turned back to the road with a sigh, his ears drooping a little.
His brother's muzzle had ceased bleeding an hour after their father had smacked him, and he was still upset about the abusive treatment his brother had received.
The nose of the car was pointed due south, roaring over a bridge across the bay, the line of lights lining the coast of the bay, a mere string of lights in dark blackness of the water and sky.
He looked back to his brother, dimly lit by the soft orange glow emitted by the back lighting of the gauges, his arms crossed tightly, sound asleep. He brushed his paw gently over his head and gave a gentle scratch behind his ear.
Tundra let out a small sigh of contentment from his slumber and shifted a little, continuing with his soft, soothing breathing of his sleep.
They came off the bridge and the sides of the highway were soon lined with tall pines and palm trees, whiffing past the car that drove through the night; the only vehicle on the whole road. And to Typhoon, the only car and the only two furs in the whole world.
He turned off at the first exit they came to and down shifted, slowing the car to a stop at the red light on the end of the exit, he turned right and drove a block or so to a 24 hour waffle dive restaurant and pulled the Fury to a stop out front in a parking space.
He turned the car off, leaned over and gently kissed his brother with a smile. He gently shook the young pup and Tundra snorted and woke, relaxing a little when he saw his brother and yawned.
"Where are we?"
"I stopped to get something to eat. We're about 8 hours south of Tyras. I need gas, food and I thought you might be hungry as well."
Tundra nodded a response, letting out a big yawn. He straightened up in the seat and unclicked his seatbelt.
"Eight hours south? Where are we going big brother?"
"I have an apartment in Port Fargo, Lockter; that's where we're heading."
Tundra nodded, still a little sleepy and got out of the car. Typhoon got out as well and closed the door behind him. Tundra yawned and they headed inside.
After a tasty meal, Typhoon filled up the gas tank, they were underway again on the expressway heading south once more.
Tundra fell asleep again, the ordeal with their father having worn him out. They were another six hours in the car until Tundra was gently shaken awake again.
The purple husky blinked and looked around. The car was stopped in a parking lot, lined with gently swaying palm trees, in a quiet apartment complex dimly lit by the deep dark blue of the early dawn hours. It was a lot warmer than where they're parents house was and the air was far thicker with humidity.
Typhoon unbuckled his seatbelt and helped him out of the car, his little brother yawning and stretching. It was around five in the morning and still Tundra was still tired from the last two years of abuse and lonliness that he had endured.
Typhoon closed the door and taking his brother's paw in his, led him into a common hallway and up a flight of stairs to the second floor.
He opened the door to a dark apartment and closed the door and locked it behind them.
"If you live here... how did you get to Tyras so quickly?" Tundra asked still a little sleepy.
Typhoon kissed the top of his head and scooped the swaying sleepy puppy up in his arms. "I was already on my way to come get you. I knew that school was just about over for you. So, you just have amazing timing lil bro. Ya called me when I was nearly to the house."
"Ah..." Tundra said with a yawn.
Typhoon gently kicked open the bedroom door and carefully laid his brother out on the bed. He pulled off his shoes and tossed them to the floor, taking off his socks, then his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of briefs.
Tundra smiled at him, then closed his eyes, and in no time at all, was asleep again.
--
Tundra awoke in the late afternoon, and in a still awakening mode, wondered where he was. He looked around at a dimly lit bedroom that was alien to him. He panicked a little until he looked down at his bare chest and saw an arm draped over his side.
His gaze then turned over to his older brother whom was still sleeping soundly after a very long drive. He then remembered the previous day's events and smiled, his tail tip wagging under the covers. He laid his paws on his older brother's arm and gently caressed it lovingly.
After a quick kiss to the sleeping husky, Tundra slipped out from under his brother's arm and crawled under the blanket and snuggled him closely in a warm hug, pressing his head against his big brother's chest, listening to his gentle breathing and the beat of his heart.
He smiled, closing his eyes and just being happy to hold him tightly for a few minutes, until he noticed something pressing into his stomach. He pulled back slightly and looked down to see that his brother was completely naked and fully erect in his sleep.
Tundra licked his lips, looking up to see Typhoon still in deep sleep. He grinned and slipped a little further down the bed and gently licked over the tip of his brother's cock. He let out a soft murr, remembering the smell and taste of his older brother and almost in disbelief about the fact that he was where he was.
_If it's a dream, I don't want to wake up._Tundra thought to himself, then with a smile, he licked up the entire length of his brother's shaft slowly, wrapping his tongue around it.
Typhoon stirred a bit, but remained asleep.
But this didn't deter the younger husky in the least. After touching his brother's cock with his tongue, he instantly wanted more, and he parted his lips and pulling back slightly on the hard cock before him, his muzzle slid down the length.
Typhoon's knot began to form in his sleep and Tundra murred over the shaft in his muzzle, stroking and rubbing the thick, hard not at his brother's cock base.
His head slowly bobbed up and down the thick shaft, murring more and more each time, and even more so when pre cum began dribbling out. He tasted his brother's hot pre cum, and wanted more. He wanted it in his muzzle, all over his body, buried deep inside his tail hole.
Tundra couldn't believe himself and how submissive he had suddenly become. He began working his brother's shaft harder, rubbing and squeezing the throbbing knot, quickly licking up any more pre that came out and swallowing it.
Typhoon snorted awake, blinking as he looked down at the bobbing lump under the covers. His whole cock was tingling with delight at the pumping, warm motion over it. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it back to see Tundra deep muzzled on his shaft, now sucking out pre cum and tenting and hard in his underwear himself.
"Well then..." Typhoon gasped as his knot was squeezed again. "This certainly wasn't something that I was expecting."
Tundra slowly slid his muzzle off the shaft, leaving it wet and throbbing. He smiled and wagged his tail. "Well, I found that I missed it more than I thought, and well... I need it."
Typhoon chuckled, but then flopped back on the bed with a moan when his brother wrapped his paw around his thick sac and tugged on them. He looked back down at the purple dog and grinned, motioning for him to come closer with his finger.
Tundra wagged his tail and climbed on top of Typhoon wondering what his older brother had in mind. The black husky gave a devious grin, grabbed the waist band of Tundra's tighty whiteys and ripped them off of his body.
The young pup blushed as he was suddenly stripped clean of clothes, but tipped his head as his strong brother lifted and turned him around. Tundra was suddenly an inch away from Typhoon's still throbbing shaft, and without even thinking about it, dropped his muzzle and began sucking once more.
He gasped on the cock with surprise when Typhoon grabbed his brother's shaft and slipped it into his own muzzle, putting them in the 69 position. The older husky quickly started bobbing on the younger's shaft, murring as it too had been far too long since he had tasted and smelled his brother.
Typhoon took the whole cock in his muzzle, using his neck to bob on the throbbing, dripping shaft of his brother, hearing him moan over his own rod, and feeling him occassionally buck his shaft deep into his throat.
Both dogs kept bobbing, sucking each other, their paws pulling on each other's sacs, squeezing the other's knot, begging for each other's load.
The desire between the two became so great that they started humping each other's muzzles, still sucking, pawing and licking as well, becoming increasingly more turned on as the room filled with their musk, driving them even more wild.
Typhoon couldn't resist any longer, he was struggling to hold himself back as long as he could, but the sensation was too great. Tundra apparently knew from his knot swelling in size, as his was as well that they were both going to cum.
Sure enough, that's just as it happened, both dogs started to howl as their balls began to empty, but were soon silenced by gushing ropes of cum filling each of their maws with their hot, creamy dog seed.
They both murred with delight, drinking up the loads of semen that had filled their muzzles. Typhoon slipped his muzzle out from under Tundra, smiling happily in the afterglow, and musing at his brother, cleaning every single drop off of his meat, murring as he did so.
After a quick check, he too came up and turned back around, laying on top of Typhoon and slipping his arms under him, holding him tightly.
Typhoon wrapped his arms around his brother smiling up at him, then leaning up and pressing their muzzles together as they came into a deep, romantic kiss.
"I've missed you so much Tundra." The black husky said gently stroking the sides of his brother.
"As I have for you."
Typhoon beeped his brother's nose with his own, then the two of them got up and stretched. The black husky cracked out a few joints and shook, fluffing up his fur some, then took his brother's paw in his and took him on a tour of his apartment.
It was sizeable in appearance, although small in size. There were large windows opening to a view of the courtyard and pool in the center of the complex, brightly appointed and furnished, giving Tundra a warm homely feeling.
Typhoon sat Tundra at the counter on a stool and made them both breakfast while they caught up on what the other had missed.
Tundra told Typhoon all about the treatment that he had received during the two years that he had been gone, which upset the older husky greatly and Typhoon told Tundra about how he had just kept driving south until the Plymouth broke down in the current city that he was in, about his job, and how things had been going.
"But..." Typhoon said. "Regardless of anything... I am just glad that I have you back in my life and away from that crazy psycho we sadly have for a father."
Tundra nodded, looking down at his feet. "What happens now?" he asked.
"Now we go about living our lives. We survive. We can do anything we want to Tundra now that we have each other." Typhoon smiled ruffling his younger brother's head fur.
"Now, go and get ready, I'd like to show you around."
--
Tundra grew to like Port Fargo. The tropical climate was a bit of an extreme shock to him, being used to far milder summers, but he was happy. He got himself a part time job over the summer to help his brother with expenses and bills although Typhoon assured him that it was completely unnessasary.
He had gone over ideas and plans with his older brother, and at his agreement, applied for college and after the summer wound to a close, began his classes.
It had been nearly a month since he had college, going to classes every day in the week easily as the apartment that the two huskies shared were not far from where he was attending. They got to see each other every evening when Typhoon would come home from work and make dinner for the both of them.
Tundra was ecstatic, feeling free and for the first time in his life, truly happy. These days continued on until he awoke one early afternoon on the weekend, alone in the bed.
His paw felt for his brother's warm body, but was not there. He sighed and frowned. He knew that it was Typhoon's birthday and he was a little saddened that his brother was gone at work.
He got up out of the bed, and opened the dresser, pulling out a purple thong swimsuit and slipping his feet through it, and pulling it up over himself, tucking it neatly between his buttcheeks.
His tail wagged and he opened the bedroom door and headed out into the living room, his ears perking when he heard the television. He quickly headed in, and saw his brother sitting on the couch wearing only a pair of shiny gold football pants, tight on his body, clearly defining his crotch bulge, thigh and knee pads.
His arms were sprawled out on the back of the couch, his right paw clutching a bottle of beer.
"Typhoon?" he asked excitedly.
"That's my name lil bro. Morning." He said smiling and looking up at him, murring slightly at seeing his little brother's impressive package bulging against the small, spandex swimsuit.
Tundra's tail wagged and he held up his finger. "Wait there... don't move."
Typhoon nodded and turned back to the T.V. watching the news as it changed to the weather. Tundra came back out a moment later, bounding across the living room and leaping into his brother's lap.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" he exclaimed excitedly, his tail wagging so fast, Typhoon swore it was going to snap off.
"Well thank you little brother." He said leaning up and kissing Tundra's lips. The purple husky let out a small murr, and pulled a paw he had behind his back out holding a wrapped box to Typhoon.
The older husky looked at it rather surprisedly, leaning over and setting his beer down on an end table. "A present? Tundra, you know you shouldn't have."
He smiled and ripped open the packaging, revealing a plain cardboard box. He tossed the wrapping to the side on the couch and opened the top of the box setting this aside as well and looked inside.
In the bottom of the box was a shiny new set of cooking utensils and a blue collar with a tag that read, "Typhoon. My wonderful brother. I love you." Typhoon grinned, looking up at his little brother and giving him a kiss, his tail thumping on the couch. "I love them Tundra."
"I have one more present for you of course that goes along with that one." He smiled, slipping himself closer to his brother and rubbing his now more bulging crotch against his bare chest.
"I'll bet I can guess at what that one might be." He grinned setting the box aside. The purple husky reached down behind and under him and felt his older brother's bulge, rubbing at it gently.
"But, first, I would like to take my wonderful big brother out to dinner to celebrate his birthday." Tundra said smiling and kissing Typhoon.
"Sure. Let me up so I can get ready." He said smiling, pulling his collar around his neck and adjusting it so that it was snug, but comfortable.
Tundra got up and gave Typhoon's balls a squeeze and winked at him. They both went into the bedroom. Typhoon changed into a pair of black shorts and, keeping in the spirit of his little brother, a white spandex thong as well. He pulled a black T-shirt on over his head and gathered up his keys and wallet while Tundra also dressed more appropriately in gray cargo shorts and a blue T shirt.
Once they were both ready to go, Typhoon followed along behind his little brother, slapping his butt and murring. They exited the apartment, Typhoon locking the door and they headed off down the hallway and out of the building.
They climbed into the black husky's Plymouth and not a moment later, were roaring off down the palm tree lined road. Tundra rolled his window down, letting the warm air pour into the car.
"Where are we going anyway?" Typhoon asked.
"So, it's up to you to pick where you want to go as it's your birthday." Tundra said looking around at the stores and shops around as they came to a stop at a red light.
"Oh, I thought that you might have had a place already picked out." Typhoon chuckled, tapping at his chin and looking up at the roof of the car, trying to determine where they should go, as if the answer was in the headliner.
"No, that wouldn't be very sporting on your birthday now would it?"
Typhoon laughed and shook his head. "No, I suppose that you're right. Well maybe..." he started, pausing as he looked in his rear view mirror. "Oh shit... hold on."
Tundra's smile faded quickly, but before he could ask what it was, the whole car shuddered, lurching forward into the intersection. Typhoon looked in horror as they were pushed out into cross traffic, a Toyota Avalon slamming into the driver's side fender of the car, spinning them around and down the side street thirty or so feet.
Typhoon groaned, the wind having being knocked out of him. He looked over at Tundra, who was in shock at what had just happened. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Tundra nodded. "I'm fine Ty... just a little shaken up."
"Now what cocksucker didn't see that the fucking light was red?" he growled, looking around out the windows. He looked behind them back to the intersection to see a mangled Dodge Ram halfway into the intersection.
The truck turned onto the street that they were on and accelerated. "Oh fuck! Hold on Tundra!'
The car was slammed again, shattering the back window, and rolling the trunk up. Typhoon was more prepared, but gasped as the lap seat belt slammed against his waist. He unbuckled it, looking back to the truck and his blood freezing.
Behind the wheel of the now too familiar Dodge Ram was their father.
The truck backed up, ripping the rear bumper off of the Fury, getting ready to ram them again. "That crazy psycho!" Typhoon said. Tundra turned around and saw their father and screamed as the truck plowed into the back of the car again, the front passenger tire rolling up onto the car, and lodging in the hole where the rear window once was.
The truck stalled and Typhoon turned, tugging at his door handle, but it wouldn't open. He slid across the bench seat and unbuckled Tundra's seat belt, opening the door.
"Get out. Out..." he pushed Tundra who scrambed out of the car on all fours, Typhoon right behind him.
Their father pointed at them, kicking open the door on his truck and jumping out. Typhoon looked over the wreck that was his car and watched angrily as he came around from behind his truck and glared back.
"What in the fuck is wrong with you?" Typhoon snarled.
"Shut the fuck up you devil spawn. Thought that you would hide from me and do whatever the fuck you wanted? Thought you were going to get away with kidnapping and assaulting me?"
"I'm calling the police!" Tundra yelled out, pulling out his cell phone and dialing 9-1-1.
"I didn't kidnap anyone you shit head. And I hope your crazy ass is insured after what you did to my car."
"Fuck you!" their father snapped back. "Figures that I would find you and him up to your faggoty things when I got here. Yea... wondering about that are you? Newsflash shit head, Tundra's college papers came back to the house. He's fucking stupid and you're a freak!"
Tundra angrily glared back at their father. But, screamed when he pulled out a Beretta from behind him and aimed it at Typhoon.
"What the fuck you crazy ass?" Typhoon screamed out, pushing Tundra out of the way.
A horn honked, turning their father's attention away from him. He didn't wait, he sprinted, grabbing Tundra in front of himself and rushing him away from the mad man.
He heard the gunshot, and the sound of brick cracking and exploding as they ducked into an alley. Another shot rang out with a deep metallic 'thunk' in the side of a dumpster.
Two more gun shots, rang out. One exploding into the concrete wall in front of them, the other zipping inches past his ear. He heard the sound of running footsteps behind him coming up the alley.
They turned a corner and Typhoon pushed Tundra behind a dumpster against the wall. The alley was too long to out run a gun. He slipped next to his brother and held his breath hearing the footsteps growing closer.
Their father rounded the corner, his running slowing to a walk as he saw they were nowhere to be found. He turned his head to where they were hiding, but Typhoon had already leapt from where they were huddled, tackling his father to the ground.
He grunted hitting the ground, but swung a hard punch, cracking Typhoon across the muzzle. He winced, and punched back then tried to dodge another swing, but took a blow to the other side of his muzzle with the butt of the Beretta.
A stream of blood splashed out of his lips at the blow, but, he reached for the gun, wrestling his father for it. "Tundra! Get out of here! Get the police!" Typhoon yelled out, worried that a stray bullet might hit him.
Typhoon gasped slightly as his father's free paw wrapped around his neck and choked him. He gasped, trying to pull the gun away from him still, kneeing the old husky in the stomach. The gun was now wavering all over as the father tried to aim it at Typhoon.
A shot was randomly fired, shattering a second story window. They rolled, and Tundra jumped up, screaming at them. "Stop it dad! Stop it! What's wrong with you?"
He shrunk back as another shot was fired. Typhoon bit their father's ear and ripped half of it off, slamming his head against the ground.
It was enough to get him to break his choke hold, returning to cracking Typhoon on the side of his head, causing him to sway. Two more shots rang out as they rolled back across the alley.
Tundra had tears streaming down his eyes, screaming for help loudly. Typhoon rolled them back over, and smashed his father's paw against the ground, making him release the gun, which slid under a trashbag leaning against the building.
They rolled back over and the old husky punched Typhoon on the side of his face, slamming his head to the ground three times, leaving him with a black eye, and bleeding. He then got up and kicked him in the stomach a few times, spitting on his unmoving body and turning to Tundra.
"You. You're a worthless piece of shit." He said pointing at him. Tundra cried and screamed for help again, shrinking back and tripping over folding chair in the alley, toppling over onto his back.
His father reached into his pocket, and pulled a knife. "I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place." He said grabbing Tundra by his shirt, the shirt ripping slightly as he picked him up.
There was a loud gunshot, and the old husky's face contorted slightly, the knife falling from his paw and clattering on the ground. His grip released and he collapsed on the ground in a heap next to Tundra.
The purple husky, looked around, wiping the tears from his eyes, looking over at their father with a gunshot wound in the back of his neck, blood pouring out and pooling around him.
He scrambled to his feet and saw Typhoon partially propped up on the trash bags, holding the Beretta lazily on the ground in his right paw, his left clutching his chest.
Typhoon looked at Tundra through his one good eye and smiled at him a bit, before wincing and groaning in pain, turning his head and coughing, spitting up a muzzlefull of blood.
"Are you alright?" he asked faintly, looking his younger brother over. "Ahhhhgggh!" he grunted, curling up slightly for a moment.
Tundra nodded. "I'm perfectly fine... we need to... we need.... A hospital." Tundra stammered, looking his brother over. He looked around and called out, "Someone help!" he heard sirens in the distance.
A cold shiver went down his spine as he saw blood dripping from Typhoons shirt, oozing out from under his paw clutching his chest, his white paw stained red.
Typhoon fell over, unable to support himself any more. Tundra caught him, holding him up in his lap. "Help is on the way Typhoon... I..."
Typhoon's eyes grew cloudy and he smiled looking up at Tundra with his good eye. "I love you Tundra..." he wheezed just barely above a whisper, his left paw slipping from his chest. "Never... never forget that." He said.
Tundra teared up, pressing his own paw onto his older brother's wound, keeping pressure on it. "I love you too Typhoon. But please... hold on. The paramedics will be here soon."
"I've... I've..." Typhoon started, coughing weakly, more crimson dripping out of the side of his muzzle. "... always loved you.... And... I always... will..."
The black husky's eye was swimming around, clouded over and searching wildly about for a moment before his eye lid closed and his last breath trickled out of his nose.
Tundra screamed through his tears. "Typhoon! Wake up!" He shook his brother, doubling over in his sorrow, tears dripping onto Typhoon's head. "Wake up..." he weeped softly. He pulled his brother up into his arms and pressed his head against his older brother's and wept into his fur.
He sobbed between long screams of anguish, "I love you Typhoon... I love you..."
-The End-