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"Thanks! Come again!"

Oliver waved out the last customer and blew a long sigh of relief as he rounded the counter and shut the door behind them. He flipped the sign so that 'closed' was displayed outwards, and he arched his back, stretching himself as he let out a long, tired groan.

Today had been hectic. Midterms for university students were in full swing, so places that were quiet and served coffee were often quite popular for them. For Oliver in particular, the place had become more and more busy as the day went on, until he was left scrabbling around to keep everything in order. But, at least, it had hit 5pm and there wasn't another customer in sight. He could relax, for now.

He flopped down onto a nearby chair and pinched the bridge between his eyes. His body ached. He was completely and utterly exhausted, and for good reason, of course. Despite wanting to rest, he knew he'd have to get up eventually to clean up and close the cafe for the day, but part of him just wanted to remain seated for the rest of the evening.

He groaned tiredly, and the Wolf finally hauled himself to his feet, trudging across and back around the counter. He turned away from it, dipping his hands into the sink on the corner of the workspace and retrieving a cloth. He dampened it under the water, and began wiping the slightly dirty counter down.

Felix was in the back, he knew that much. He had brung his 3DS with him again today, so the older canine could only assume he was engrossed in that, for the time being. That made it easier for Oliver to clean up: the 10 year old cub could get anxious and pushy when they were about to leave, presumably because he just wanted to go home.

"Felix!" The canine called, tilting his head back slightly as he looked through into the storeroom to his right. "You want something to eat?"

There was a moment of silence, before Felix padded out of the storeroom, dressed in his usual attire. He sported a loose shirt and shorts, and walked around barefoot, like most beastkin. His eyes flicked to the fryer on his left, before he met Oliver's gaze.

"Can I have a sandwich?" He asked with a grin, and Oliver nodded, turning towards the prep board. He ducked down to pick up a baguette from the cupboard, prizing it open with a knife.

"What do you want in it?" Oliver asked simply.

"Ham and Cheese." Oliver had expected this answer, and was already getting the ingredients ready before the boy had said it. Felix had very simple tastes when it came to what he wanted, and Oliver knew most of them by now, having made him food for the past year or so. He placed the baguette on a tray in the mini oven and nuked it for a minute, before handing it over. The cheese was warm and melted, and the boy looked pleased, gingerly holding it in his hands, trying not to burn himself.

"Alright, I'm going to start packing up shop. You should get your things ready." Oliver suggested, and the cub nodded, stepping back into the storeroom with the sandwich in hand. He returned a few minutes later and set them out on a table in the cafe, placing things into his bag.

Oliver was clearing up the surface opposite the main serving counter, when the heard the jingling of a chain. His ears perked and he didn't quite know what it was at first, but he heard something clatter against the counter behind him. The older Canine turned, and stared down at the source.

Felix had placed what appeared to be a leash, with a metal chain attached to it, on the counter. Oliver frowned, planting his hands on the clean surface and leaning over it.

"Did a customer leave this behind?" Oliver queried, and Felix nodded.

"I found it underneath the seats in the corner." He replied, grinning down at the collar and toying with the metal chain.

"Hmm. Well, I'll put it under the counter, see if he comes in tomorrow." He placed his hand on the collar, but Felix did the same, trying to pull it away from him.

"Wait," Felix began, a wicked grin spread across his face. "Wanna try it out?"

"...Pardon?" Oliver narrowed his eyes, not sure what his younger brother was getting at.

"Y'know. Do you wanna...put it in?" Felix smirked, and Oliver felt as if he his heart skipped a beat. Had he heard the boy correctly? He wanted him to put on a collar, of all things? the insinuation in itself was staggering.

"You're joking, right?" Oliver tried to play it cool, even though he knew his skin was tingling. To be fair, the idea turned him on. He didn't want to admit it, but it did.

There was a moment of silence between them as their eyes locked, and Oliver could tell that his brother wasn't joking. Slowly, he gulped, his will wavering under his brother's intimidating stare. Slowly, he grabbed the collar and gingerly unclasped the buckle, bringing it to his neck. He felt the coolness of the leather on his skin and fur as he wrapped it around his neck, tightening the buckle when the strap joined it. Felix held firmly onto the chain, smirking at his older brother. They stood there for a moment, before Felix gave the leash a sharp tug.

Oliver buckled immediately, leaning forwards over the counter and pressing his clothed stomach against the coolness of the counter. He knew he was being dominated, and he wondered when and where Felix got that dominant streak from. It was only a couple of weeks ago that the two of them had engaged in something wholly...well, morally wrong, but both of them have loved in. During that time, Felix had become a lot more demanding, and a lot more sexually involved.

"Good boy." Felix muttered, reaching over with his free hand to pat his brother's head, as Oliver wrinkled his nose, not sure what to think. He knew one thing though: this turned him on. A lot. He was already stiff and aching in his pants, but he didn't want to admit that he liked this. Giving Felix any more leverage could be a bad thing.

"You thirsty?" Felix asked, and Oliver knew exactly what he meant by that. The young cub stepped around the counter with the leash in hand, avoiding knocking anything over as he went. He stepped into view, and Oliver could see that he, too, was enjoying himself a little too much: the bulge in his brother's pants was far too obvious, and he knew in an instant that Felix saw his, as well.

Slowly, the cub unzipped his pants, stepping forwards as he shimmied his hips out of his shorts and letting them fall to the floor. He exposed his tight, tenting briefs, and it took him very little effort to tug down the front of them to expose his twitching, erect knotted member. 4 inches of canine cock twitched in Oliver's direction, and one sharp tug on the chain forced him onto his knees.

Oliver's knees connected with the floor harshly, but he had braced for the impact, so it didn't sting as much. The member waggled inches from his nose, and slowly, he opened his mouth. He knew what was coming, so he was ultimately prepared for it. He closed his eyes and listened to his brother's breathing, hearing him taking in sharp breaths. He sounded incredibly turned on, and Oliver couldn't blame him: he was too.

After a moment of intense anticipation, Oliver felt the warm wetness of a liquid on his tongue, and he flicked his tongue back to swallow it. He knew what it was: urine. His younger brother was emptying his bladder right into his mouth. The liquid splashed lightly against his tongue and occasionally dribbled down his chin, splattering the front of his apron.

"That's it. Drink down all my pee, brother." The cub rolled his hips forward, deliberately smearing the tip of his peeing member against his brother's tongue, making sure every drop of his urine went into his brother's mouth. Oliver's face felt flushed and he closed his eyes, trying not to get too flustered as he gulped down drop after drop.

Eventually, that warm trickle of urine began to subside into tiny droplets, until the cub's bladder was completely empty. His knotted member twitched against the warmth of his brother's tongue, before he stepped back, sighing contently. He tugged the leash, and Oliver obeyed, getting to his feet. He had grown much more aroused since before, and his own tenting erection was now sporting a damp spot right at the tip that seeped through his underwear and pants, as well as the apron itself.

"Someone's pent up." The cub sounded amused, reaching his hand out and curling his fingers around the tenting bulge. Oliver gritted his teeth and groaned out his sexual frustration. The mere touch of his member sent sparks of pleasure down his spine, and he wanted more. So much more.

Slowly, his brother began sliding his hand up and down his brother's cock, feeling the way it throbbed against his palm as he openly groped him through his clothes. Oliver's breathing quickened and his heart pounded in his chest. He knew it was wrong to want his brother to jerk him off, but he so desperately needed it that he almost didn't care.

"Very pent up." Felix sounded rather amused at his brother's predicament, and he reached around to untie the apron from his brother's waist. Presuming he wanted him to take it off, Oliver tugged it over his head and let it drop to the floor, exposing his plain black trousers, and the tenting erection beneath. That hand went to his cock again and he exhaled sharply, curling his hands into fists and trying not to thrust against his brother's palm. The tension on the chain leash was held firmly, making him slightly hunched over.

"Please..." Oliver practically begged, and the cub quirked an eyebrow, slowly pulling down the zipper on his brother's trousers. He wrestled with the button above the zip, and finally managed to part the trousers completely. Oliver's erection sprung to life, only held back by his loose boxers.

"Oh? Are you begging?" Felix questioned, amused, dragging a finger up the underside of Oliver's cock. The wolf exhaled shakily, his knotted member throbbing and pulsing in response, desperate to be touched. He'd never been so turned on in his life.

"Yes. I am." Oliver quietly responded, and the tension on the chain tightened considerably. His head was pulled down further and further, until his face was mere inches from Felix's smirking mug.

"I want you to say the words. Say my name." The cub demanded, and the way he spoke made the wolf's hair stand on end, and a chill run up his spine. His mouth went try, and he felt the warmth of his brother's cock wrapping around the tip of his canine member, the thumb tracing right over the urethra. The gentle pressure that was applied was enough to make Oliver groan.

"Felix, Please. I want you to...to get me off." He mumbled quietly, almost ashamedly, knowing that he shouldn't have ever uttered the words in his lifetime. Felix, however, seemed rather pleased at the response, and his hand slowly dragged down the member, before sliding up and dragging down again. The cub loosely and sloppily ran his hand up and down his brother's cock, his fingertips gliding across the fabric as he went. The stimulation was enough to pleasure Oliver, who leant over his brother and panted gently, trying not to get too handsy.

Slowly, Felix stepped back and hoisted himself up onto the counter, dragging his brother closer with the leash and leaning in, groping his member faster and faster as Oliver leant over, planting his hands on the cool surface of the counter. He wanted to touch Felix, to grope and squeeze him, feel the way he squirmed, but he also knew that his brother was in charge. He wouldn't defy him for a moment: the thought of Felix calling the shots in such a domineering way was too much of a turn on to pass up.

"Yes..." He panted out quietly, his eyelids fluttered as the hand slid up and down his member faster and faster. Thick globs of pre-cum bubbled from the end of his thick, 8 inch canine member, and it soaked the interior of his boxers, dampening it all along the underside and making his brother's hand movements sticky and wet.

"Wow, you give out a lot." Felix murmured in surprise, watching the way the pre-cum frothed at the tip of his brother's member, watching the way it pooled down and seeped through the boxers and onto his fingers. It was viscous and sticky, hanging in strings between his fingertips. An idea dawned on him, and he rolled onto his side on the counter, pressing his legs together and reaching down with a hand.

"What...?" Oliver didn't understand at first, but his eyes lit up and watched eagerly as his cock was pointed down. At first, he thought he was going to get to penetrate him, but his thick member was instead guided between his brother's thighs, sliding between the plush flesh. The tapered end of his member came out of the other side, and he felt his brother's legs squeeze down, the flesh wrapping around his cock as best as it could. He elicited a small groan, and one quick tug on his leash forced him to lean over more.

"I'm giving you the liberty to thrust. Don't squander it." Felix grinned toothily, but his eyes were lidded over with a hidden desire. He'd been learning some new words lately, and he was putting them to good use. Oliver gulped nervously, before he did as he was told. His hips slid back and his body shuddered from the pleasure of the stimulation around his member. He was still trapped within the confines of his underwear, but it wouldn't be for long. He reached down to unbutton to one thing that kept his member housed: a single button that held an open flap on the front of his boxers together. With it now free, the flap parted, and within a few rough thrusts, his member slipped forth.

Felix had seen his brother's cock on a number of occasions, but never had it been this close and in his face. He watched, his eyes wide, as the thick redness of his brother's cock slid between his thighs, stickying his fur with pre-cum. He tugged the leash a little tighter and watched his brother really get into it, each thrust and hump getting wetter and wetter. He could visibly see the pre-cum oozing forth, dripping down onto his thighs and sliding between his fur, making it sticky and matted.

"Yes...yes...!" Oliver grunted his approval, the pleasure building within his system. His balls hefted and moved, slapping lightly against the back of his brother's calf as he abused Felix's thighs like the boy wanted. The 10 year old was beaming from cheek to cheek, watching the way the cock slid back and forth. He was incredibly turned on himself, but he was saving his pleasure for something much sweeter.

Soon enough, the pleasure was too much for Oliver to handle, and his thrust grew irregular and uneasy. His body quivered from the physical exertion, his cock pulsing and his knot swelling at the base of his cock. Suddenly, he felt that twinge that had told him he was going over and edge, and his groaning turned more laboured and intense.

"F-Fuck..." He groaned out suddenly, and thrusting his hips forward. Felix squeezed down as much as he could, and watched in awe as a thick jet of cum shot from the end of his brother's cock, sailing across the counter and splattering on the floor of the cafe in front of them. Another soon joined it, along with a couple more, before the force of his orgasm began to die down a little. Subsequent ropes of cum splattered at varying angles across the counter top, some of it bubbling and oozing down in thick, gooey globs onto Felix's thigh. All in all, his brother had made quite a mess, and Felix loved it.

"Good boy. Good..." He murmured, staring down at the sheer amount of cum before him, hearing his brother panting above him. He glanced up at Oliver's pleasured face and smirked, slowly turning around and spreading his legs to expose his own small, 4 inch member. He loosened his grip on the chain a little, and Oliver took the liberty and stepping back for a moment, his cock twitching and throbbing. His balls were still housing within his boxers, but his cock was way out in the open, and still stood to attention even now.

"It's my turn." Felix demanded, and Oliver wouldn't deny him that right. Slowly, the pup slid off the counter top and reached over to the stool that he occasionally used to serve customers himself, dragging it further into the centre. Oliver knew what he wanted, and he obeyed instantly, turning towards the cum-stained counter and leaning over it once more. Felix hopped up onto the stool and turned to face him.

"Yeah...it's good that you know what I want. Makes this a lot easier." Felix sounded amused as his fingers tucked into the waistband of his brother's boxers, sliding them down enough to expose the pink ring hidden between his brother's cheeks. He lightly stroked Oliver's behind, and watched as the Wolf raised his tail.

"You like it, don't you? Getting your brother's dick in your butt?" Felix asked, and watched as Oliver slowly, hesitantly nodded. A smirk spread across Felix's face, before he shuffled a little closer, sliding his slightly dripping cock over his brother's behind, smearing the tip against the taut pucker and making sure the entrance was coated with whatever amount of pre-cum he could muster. With that, he pushed forwards.

Oliver's rear end swallowed up the cock immediately, and the muscles spasmed and squeezed down against the cock the minute it was in him. Felix shuddered slightly and closed his eyes, his knees already wobbling from the pleasure, but he tried his best to continue anyway. 4 inches of cock slid into Oliver's behind with little resistant, until the knot bumped up against the man's behind. Felix licked his hips, stroking the plush plumpness of his older brother's behind, his fingers digging into the flesh. The way his brother squeezed around his cock was pure heaven, but Felix wanted to last as long as possible.

With a sharp, powerful thrust, he forced his knot into Oliver's behind, causing the man to yelp out in surprise for a moment. In response, Felix snapped the leash taut, forcing his brother to arch his back. Oliver let out a whimper, but he didn't utter a sound after that, his muscles squeezed around the knot that slightly stretched his sphincter.

"That's it..." Felix groaned lightly, his eyelids fluttered from the feeling of the muscles squeezing down around it knot. That act alone coaxed a bead or two of pre-cum from the end of his tapered member, and he shakily pulled his hips back, slowly stretching his brother's ass before his knot finally popped from the hole. With that, he thrust again, forcing his way back inside, and then forced his way back out again.

Oliver had never been knot-fucked before, but it was a wholly arousing experience. He imagined that it would have been painful with a cock any bigger than his brother's own, but 4 inches of canine dick was just enough to satisfy him without any severe discomfort. Each forceful thrust into his behind made him groan slightly, and each yank back made him gasp in surprise. His insides squeezed and spasmed each time the knot forced it's way out of him, which only heightened his brother's pleasure even more.

"Yeah..." Felix rolled his head back for a moment as he thrust his hips back and forth, lightly withdrawing for a moment to give Oliver the full force of his thrust. His pre-cum had made his movements easier, as well as his inevitable knot-fucking. The air was filled with the wet popping sounds of his knot forcing it's way in and out of his older brother's behind, and the pleasure he felt from doing so accompanied those wet sounds with gentle, pre-pubescent moans of pleasure.

"Yeah, you like that, d-don't you?" Felix had trouble keeping up the dominant facade with the pleasure that swam through his body, but he tried his best nonetheless. Oliver was gullible enough to fall for it and whimpered, nodded eagerly, his tail wagging back and forth as the cub fucked and stretched his ass open, over and over. Soon, that pleasure was becoming too much, and the 10 year old canine began to pant and whimper himself. He knew he was on the brink, but he was tensing his body up, trying desperately to last longer.

Inevitably, the last few tugs of his knot was enough to make him cum, and he forced his hips up against Oliver's body, his knot swelling and tying with his brother. His member pulsed, spurting tiny dribbles of cum into Oliver's backside, seeping against his most intimate areas, as the older canine whimpered and panted, hanging his head. His tail wagged fervently back and forth from the pleasure, and Felix leant over him, cuddling around his waist.

"Ooh, fuck..." The cub mumbled, rocking his hips against Oliver's backside. The older canine would have normally scolded him for this behaviour, but the cub was still in charge. Slowly, Felix rolled his hips back, withdrawing completely, his knot still swollen and aching. He slipped off the stool, his knees shaky as he made his way to a seat around the counter, relaxing for a moment with his cock out in the open. He had let go of the leash for now, leaving the chain dangling down.

Oliver raised his head, panting harshly as he finally straightened up. His own member was hard as well, twitching and pulsing weakly in the air, but he was too exhausted and spent to go around doing anything else. He padded around the counter and grimaced at the sight of the cum of the floor, despite the hot flush it gave him.

"Clean that up." The cub demanded with a smirk, and Oliver flicked his gaze down, stepping back and turning to get the mop from the corner. He obeyed the cub, despite it not being a particularly sexual encounter. Was that a good thing? Not necessarily. He slowly began to mop the floors as the pup lounged, his legs spread, catching his breath.

When the cleaning up was finally done, they both began to get dressed to leave, and the older canine finally took the collar off, slipping it under the counter to keep it safe. The owner would likely come back for it, though he wasn't altogether sure if he would.

"If the owner doesn't come back for that collar, I'm taking it. I'm gonna use it for you." Felix insisted, now fully dressed, his backpack slung over his back.

"Okay." Oliver snapped his gaze down. He didn't even argue with him. He hadn't even meant to respond that way, it was as if his subconscious was doing it for him. Why? Was he just resigned to the idea of doing whatever his brother wanted?

Looked like Felix was in charge now.