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Dante leaned back on his pillows, phone balanced in a single hand as he mindlessly scrolled through endless posts. The hum of heated air flowing from the floor vent added a soft white noise to the occasional rustle of Dante’s younger brother Gabriel flipping to the next page in his book. It was a comforting backdrop, one that both doberman had grown used to over the years.

Gabriel lay on his stomach on the carpeted floor with his face only inches away from the thick fantasy book. He sighed heavily, eyes glazed over in thought. The young doberman had been staring at the same page for a while now. He sighed again.

Dante worried often about his little brother. Gabriel was sensitive, often overthinking things that Dante wouldn’t have given a second thought. That’s exactly what he loved about his younger brother too, how thoughtful the dobie was.

“You okay, bud?” Dante asked his brother. “You’re sighing a lot.”

Gabriel blinked as if waking from a trance. “Oh, sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” Dante chuckled. He set his phone down on the bed. “Is there something on your mind?”

Gabriel rolled onto his back, discarding his book to the side. His dark brown eyes, so similar to Dante’s, stared straight up to the ceiling, deep in thought. “Are you getting back together with Jack?”

Dante’s ears twitched, caught off guard by the question. Jack, his asshole of an ex boyfriend. He cleared his throat, taking time to fully process the question. “Jack?” he forced a laugh. “No. Definitely not. Why do you ask?”

The younger dobie shrugged, as if trying to seem disinterested. “You two just seemed pretty cozy a few weeks ago at the movie marathon.”

Of his brothers, Gabriel was by far the more perceptive one. Dante and Jack had been cozy for sure, in the sense that Jack had cozied his dick up to the hilt in Dante’s ass while the movie played in the next room. Dante had thought they’d gotten away with it, but apparently not. Maybe Gabriel had seen the pair playing footsies beforehand. Or god forbid, smelled the sex on them afterwards. Either way, the younger dobie had put the pieces together. Dante scoffed and folded his arms together. “Cozy isn’t the word I would use. Jack and I… Well, it’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t seem all that complicated. I thought you two hated each other.”

“No,” Dante said quickly. “We used to love each other and now we don’t. There’s a lot of other feelings left behind though. But we don’t hate each other.”

“Oh,” Gabriel said, clearly unsatisfied with the answer. He went back to staring listlessly at the book, not even bothering to pretend to read.

“Really Gabriel, why do you ask?”

The younger dobie hesitated, knitting his brows together. “There’s this guy at school. Things are complicated with him too.”

Dante tilted his head, his ears perked in rapt attention. He always tried to be a listening ear and source of advice when Gabriel needed it. Especially since his little brother was in the most difficult years of high school. “Yeah? Do you want to tell me about him?”

“It’s uh… Kyle.” Gabriel picked at the carpet as he spoke, fixating on the simple task of removing lint from the fibers.

“Kyle? Like Kyle from next door?”

“Well, we only see each other at school. He’s such an asshole. He’s always pushed me around, made fun of me. It’s gotten weird lately though.”

“Weird how?” Dante asked.

Gabriel glanced away, a strained expression on his face. “A few weeks ago, after our tutoring session, he grabbed me in the hallway and he…” the dobie trailed off, unable to finish the thought. His face burned red under his short, dark fur. He bit his lip, struggling to find the words.

The image of Gabriel, cowering underneath Kyle in the hallway flashed in Dante’s mind. Whatever happened, it was serious. Dante took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm for his younger brother’s sake. “What happened after he grabbed you?”

Gabriel pressed his face into his hands. “Kyle… spit on me. Right on my face. It was like some sort of joke to him,” he murmured. The poor dobie looked like he wanted to disappear into thin air.

It was a humiliating confession in and of itself. So why did Dante feel like there was more to it than that? He decided not to pry any further. His brother had already gone through enough. It took Dante every fiber of his willpower to contain his rage. He ignored the drumbeat in his chest, the involuntary clenching of his jaw, the pulse throbbing in his temples, the protective instinct that urged him to tramp over to Kyle’s house and pummel him to the ground. He needed to stay calm for Gabriel’s sake, at least for now.

“I’ll handle it, Gabriel,” said Dante, keeping his tone steady. “He’s never gonna do anything like that to you again.”

“No!” Gabriel shot up suddenly. “Don’t get involved Dante, it’ll just make things worse.”

“How’s it gonna make things worse? I just wanna talk to him, make sure he knows not to mess with you.”

“It’s not worth it. I’m almost halfway through senior year. I’ll just stick it out for another few months and then I’ll never have to see him again.”

Dante stared at his younger brother. It was wrong for Gabriel to have to endure even one more day of Kyle’s harassment. And with Kyle’s family just down the street, it would be impossible for Gabriel to avoid him forever, even after graduation. This needed to end.

“I won’t do anything,” Dante fibbed. “But you have to promise me that you’ll stand up for yourself and tell me if he does anything again.”

“I will,” Gabriel said.

The rest of the evening, Dante lingered on what his brother had said. Or what was left unsaid. Whatever Kyle had done, it had to be something bad, something even worse than spitting on the dobie’s face. The idea of anyone laying a finger on his brother left the dobie stewing in a broiling anger that lasted well into the next day.

Several days later, Dante found himself perched in the shadows underneath stadium bleachers, watching Kyle dominate a pickup game of touch football. Field lights lit up the players, giving the dobie a clear view despite the waning afternoon light. The pit bull was surprisingly swift, given his bulk. He won multiple rounds by dodging and leaping over the opposing team. Every time he delivered the ball to the end zone, he threw his hands in the air and hollered. He was a sore winner, yelling obscenities at the losers.

The players thinned out with every round until only a handful remained. Dante watched the final round, waiting for the perfect moment. He’d scoped the place out yesterday and the day before, not finding the right opportunity. But the dobie was persistent. His plan was simple. Grab Kyle by the scruff, snarl in his face a bit, and let him loose. All the pit bull needed was a little scare, something to show him who he was fucking with. Dante stayed put, patient. Timing was everything. If anyone saw a twenty-seven year old doberman intimidating a high school student… It would be bad news.

Finally, Kyle broke away from the group and the other players dispersed. He looked a little worse for wear with a massive splotch of mud coating his side, and ripped holes in the knees of his jeans. He grabbed his bag from the bleachers, thankfully not noticing Dante peeking up at him through the gaps. The pit bull slung the bag over his shoulder and strolled to the locker room, alone. Dante waited a minute. Then followed.

The stadium locker room was split into two sections, divided by a solid wall. One side for changing and the other for showers. The changing area was outlined with lockers, some open and some not. A wooden bench stood in the middle. On the ground lay a pile of muddy clothes with a damp jockstrap tossed on top. On the bench, a neatly folded shirt and shorts. A shower hissed from the other side, accompanied by the sound of splashing water. Dante couldn’t believe his luck. His target was naked and vulnerable. This should be easy. He locked the door, plopped himself down on the bench, and waited in silence for the pit bull to finish his shower.

It came soon enough. The shower shut off, and after a few seconds, Kyle came sauntering around the corner in the buff, leaving a trail of water behind him. His usually silver-blue and white undercoat were soaked to a milky white with dark gray patches. Up close, the pit bull looked even more solid, with thick veiny arms to rival the dobie’s, a wide chest, and a tight stomach. His plump testicles swung low, persuaded out by the hot water.

“Hey, Kyle.”

The pit bull jumped back in surprise, eyes narrowing to a tense glare. His pointed ears spun forward in caution. He made no attempt to cover himself, which was no surprise. Even the dobie had to admit that the pit bull’s body was well-sculpted. It was probably part of the reason he was so confident.

“Do I know you?”

Of course Kyle didn’t recognize him. Last time the two had talked had been back at a neighborhood gathering at least a decade ago. From Gabriel’s description, the pit bull was dumb as rocks. “Mind if we chat?” Dante said flatly. More of a command than an ask.

Kyle scoffed. “What about? You some kinda faggot, coming in here looking for some dick?”

That was all the dobie needed. Without warning, Dante moved, landing a swift blow on the pit bull’s abdomen. Kyle doubled over, giving Dante the chance to grab his scruff with a vice-like grip and pull the dog back into the showers, ignoring growls and curses. For all the bravado he showed in a game of football, the pit bull hardly had any fight in him. The pit bill flailed to get free, but Dante didn’t relent. The shower floor was still wet, making Kyle slip and fall on his ass. He hit the ground hard, soaking his legs once more in a puddle of soapy water. His face twisted in shocked anger.

“What the fuck, man!” Kyle shouted, spittle flying from his mouth.

“Doesn’t feel so good being shoved around, does it?” Dante asked. He stood back, letting the pit bull look him up and down.

Kyle frowned in confusion. The realization dawned across his face. “Oh shit, you’re that fag’s bro, right?”

The dobie narrowed his eyes, crinkling the top of his nose in a menacing scowl. “His name is Gabriel. And you know that.”

“What, did he send you down here?” Kyle laughed. “Too scared to show up himself?” Kyle straightened up, sitting more comfortably on the wet floor.

“Gabriel doesn’t know I’m here,” the dobie said. He stepped closer. “And you aren’t going to tell him. In fact, you’re never going to speak to him again, got it? You so much and look at him wrong, and I will fuck you up.” he said, clearly enunciating the last three words.

Kyle raised his hands, glaring up at Dante. “Fine, fine. Whatever. I’ll lay off the dork.”

Dante held his gaze. The pit bull’s face faltered for a moment, letting a trace of fear cross his eyes. Kyle seemed to be telling the truth. Dante backed up, sneering at the pitiful wet dog at his feet. Satisfied, he turned to leave.

“I bet that little slut will come crawling back soon enough anyways.”

Dante froze in his tracks, the words hitting him like a fist to the chest. He locked his gaze back on the pit bull, who sat smugly in place. “What did you just say?”

“I said your brother slobbered all over my dick like a bitch.“

The pieces fell into place. The reason Gabriel had been so hesitant to tell him what happened. Why things were complicated. The restraint Dante previously held snapped. He lunged, grabbing Kyle and hauling him to the wooden bench. Kyle thrashed and swung his fists to no avail as Dante caught them and forced them into chicken wings behind the pit bull’s back. He pressed the pit bull face down on the bench, ignoring the muffled shouts. Dante positioned himself on top, thanking god for the countless hours he’d spent on the wrestling team back in high school.

“Get the fuck off me freak! You’re fucking crazy!” Kyle screamed as he tried to writhe out of the stronger dog’s grasp. Dante made quick use of his limited resources, tying Kyle’s wrists tightly together with the used jockstrap. The dobie scanned the room. There, sitting in an open locker. A roll of athletic tape. The dobie snatched it and bound Kyle’s legs to the metal poles at the corners of the bench.

The dobie stood back to look at his handiwork. Kyle strained desperately against the bonds, snarling with fury. Dante crouched in front, bringing his face close enough that his breath made Kyle’s eye flutter.

“You have one chance to tell me the truth.” Dante said, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt his face drain of color, his ears flattened back. “What did you do to him?”

Kyle leered defiantly up. From the way a smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth, Kyle knew that the dobie was beyond rattled. The dobie may have him bound, but in a way, the pit bull had the upper hand.

“He took my knot too. First try if you can believe it. Nasty little mutt.”

The doberman’s anger, taken root deep inside his chest, coursed through his veins like a raging forest fire. His heart thumped so hard he felt it in his fingertips. Faint lights danced on the edges of his vision as his sight tunneled on the pit bull. He ignored Kyle’s renewed shouts as he began undressing himself.

Dante sat on his haunches behind Kyle. In front of him was Kyle’s wet furry ass. It was massive from years of being a quarterback. So bubbly that Dante could’ve bounced a quarter off of it. It smelled of cheap soap with the hint of lingering sweat. The silver fur bristled at Dante’s breath. The pit bull tried to turn around, but he was firmly held in place.

“Wait, hang on man. I was just fucking around, I didn’t mean it.” he said, suddenly panicked. Dante didn’t believe it. The closer Dante got, the more frantic he became. He began to threaten as he realized what the dobie intended to do. The threats turned to pleas, then shouts for help. It was all for nothing. It was all for nothing. Kyle had hurt Gabriel, and now he had to hurt too, to know the pain Gabriel had gone through.

Kyle’s body tensed as Dante pressed a firm tongue perfectly centered between his naked ball sack and hole, questing it slowly upwards towards the target. Wraps of athletic tape prevented the pit bull from kicking the dobie away.

“Please man, knock it off. Just stop.”

“Did Gabriel tell you to stop?” asked Dante.

For once, Kyle was silent.

Nothing swayed Dante after that. Not even the pit bull’s hair raising growl as Dante pierced his entrance with a forceful tongue tip. The virgin hole tightened around the tongue, fighting uselessly to shut it out, the nubby tail above trying to swipe him away. The dobie dug his tongue deeper into the center of the pit bull’s most vulnerable area, gaining more purchase with each passing moment. The more he licked, the deeper he dove. Dante’s goatee brushed against Kyle’s weighty balls, no doubt scraping rough facial hair against sensitive skin. Kyle tried to clench his cheeks together, tried twisting out of tongue’s reach. It was pathetic. Dante wished Gabriel could see the pit bull’s struggle.

That was enough. Just enough rimming to emasculate Kyle, but not enough to provide sufficient lube for a smooth fuck.

“Keep still,” Dante ordered.

“No no no, get away from me man, I swear I’ll leave Gabriel alone.”

“I know you will. Cause I’m about to show you what’ll happen if you don’t,” said the dobie. He shimmied forward over Kyle, grabbing a sizable butt cheek in each hand. He angled his dog cock between Kyle’s buttocks, sliding the tapered tip against the tight hole. “Faggot.” he spat.

The howl that Kyle let loose as Dante penetrated him rang in the dobie’s ears. Dante started pumping his thick red cock in and out of the virgin tail hole without mercy. He slammed into the big dog as hard as his body would allow, rage fucking like an engine. The pit bull’s toes splayed out against the floor, every inch of his body trying to escape.

“How’s it feel being a bottom slut?” Dante taunted.

Kyle groaned. Likely not from pleasure.

The dobie continued the same brutal pounding. With each thrust of his precumming length past the muscled ring, the pit bull clenched. The tightness was nothing to joke about, milking Dante’s cock like a new fleshlight. Although there was a pleasure to virgin ass, the main purpose never left the dobie’s mind. Whenever he felt Kyle begin to relax into the thrusts, he spanked that jiggly ass, forcing grunts of pain. Kyle couldn’t pull away as Dante ground his throbbing cock in and out.

“Please, man,” Kyle whimpered, the thrusting making his voice shaky. “Just stop.”

There it was. A broken pit bull. It was a sad sight that almost made Dante hesitate. Then he thought of his brother. Of the fear that the poor young dobie must have felt in the same position, under Kyle’s torment. His anger renewed, Dante laid his full weight into the pit bull, using his knot to stretch that used ring open wide like a gaping hole. The knot-fucking extracted cries of pain from Kyle and cusses that would make even those most seasoned sailors wince. The fat dobie knot raked over Kyle’s inner walls while the tip ground into his deepest areas. The knot grew bigger and harder to pry back out of the pit bull’s sore ass.

A minute went by with only the sound of wet plaps echoing in the room. The pit bull had grown quiet, opting instead to glare blankly at the wall, trying to convey a sense of manliness that had long since been stolen. Just like the pit bull had stolen it from Gabriel. There was one last thing to do, to utterly humiliate his brother’s bully. To show him that Dante was top dog, and no one would fuck with the doberman’s family.

Soon enough, Dante was hunched over Kyle, emptying his abundant load into the other canine. He left his cock all the way in as he came, painting the bully’s insides with thick creamy seed. Then he pulled out, popping the knot out with ease. A flood of Dante’s jizz rushed out over his shaft. It was quick and dirty, nothing romantic about it. Kyle, once an intimidating thug, now lay pathetically on his front with his legs as wide open as his ruined asshole, which leaked a river of cum down his taint.

“Now,” Dante growled dangerously, vibrating his entire chest. “Are we understood?”

Kyle ground his teeth together, remaining silent. His body heaved, still coming down from the rough pounding. He glared at the ground, a mix of sweat and shower water dripping from his forehead.

Dante lowered his face once more to meet Kyle’s. He bared his teeth. “I asked you a question,” said Dante, slow and quiet.

“Understood,” Kyle muttered. The defiance had left his voice, replaced with simmering anger.

Fully satisfied, Dante redressed. A potent mixture of scents filled the muggy air. Sweat, sex, soap, and the pheromones of raw canine anger.

The dobie released the pit bull slowly, wary that the other male might still have some fight left in him. Kyle winced at the athletic tape plucking fur from his legs, but he said nothing. It was clear from the pit bull’s limp body that he was utterly drained of his pride.

Kyle sat up stiffly, rubbing his raw red wrists where the jockstrap had been. His head bowed shamefully downwards. His legs shook like he’d just ran a marathon. Dobie seed dripped from his ass between the wooden planks.

“You might want to clean yourself up,” Dante suggested. “I think there’s a game this evening.”

With that, Dante unlocked the door and walked out, allowing himself a grin. That should be the end of Gabriel’s bullying. His younger brother was protected, and that was all that mattered.