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The Dirty Den

Finally. About time that meathead got back.

Zak sat up on the sofa, roused by the sound of a familiar car engine. He stretched, and gave a wide-jawed yawn. Reaching for the TV remote, he turned down whatever show was on - he'd barely been paying it attention anyway. Then, he pricked his keen yeen ears, hearing the doors of the car open and shut. He knew whose car that was. And in a few short moments, that animal would be coming through the front door of this very apartment. Zak glanced around him. Clothes and belongings were strewn around the living room, the sofa was all rucked up, cans and pizza boxes littered the living room table (some open, some empty), the table and the carpet were covered in pizza crusts and beer stains, and in the kitchen, the bin and the sink were both overflowing. The place was, in short, a mess. Zak grinned, and kicked back again. Exactly how a yeen's den should be.

Keys rattled and turned in the front door. Zak remained prone, picturing the great animal who was about to walk right in. The door burst open, and Zak heard the creature grunt and force his way inside. Well, the guy was lugging some extra weight these days. The apartment door closed again, locking Zak in here with the animal. What sounded like a heavy bag dropped to the floor, and the animal growled, low and relieved.

"Fuckin' finally the weekend," it scowled.

"Heya bro, how was practice?" Zak called out. This gained a non-committal growl in response. But Zak simply shrugged and smiled. Marcel wasn't always the most conversational after sports practice. He always pushed himself hard in his physical pursuits, so Zak could excuse him a little rudeness. There was some more rummaging, and some boots being kicked to the side. And soon enough, there appeared the big animal himself. Marcel, Zak's brother, was a beast of a hyena, a forward in rugby with more than apt physique. With a scowl on his heavy sharp-fanged maw, he stood stock still in the doorway of his own lounge, surveying the carnage of his apartment. Zak stared at the spotted hyena three years his senior and over twice his weight, never losing his grin.

"Typical," Marcel said, flatly.

"What, is something the matter?" Zak retorted. And there it came. The bristle of the mane, the tight scowl which bore a couple extra teeth, and the tense pad of those big hyena paws. True, he was keeping a check on himself. But Marcel had never been the best at hiding his annoyance.

"I knew this would happen. I just knew it. I've only been out since this morning, and in the course of a day, you've somehow managed to trash my entire place."

"Oh, I thought I was just here to house-sit. After all, you did tell me to, as you so vaguely put it, 'make myself at home'."

Marcel got ready to answer, but held his tongue. He was well-used to dealing with his little brother by now. Instead, he carried on pacing around the lounge.

"I don't believe this. Look, you've left your shit all over the floor..."

"Now that's one thing even I don't do. I'm not some kind of animal."

"Did you have those gazelle twins over?" Marcel suddenly snapped, waving one claw at his brother. "Because if they did this, I _will_fucking eat them. I don't care if that _is_illegal nowadays."

All this while, Zak didn't budge an inch. He simply watched the big hyena, prowling around his den, taking in its state, and cursing anew when he entered the kitchen and saw the state of it. He called back through to his brother.

"You know I'm doing you a favour, letting you hide away from Mom and Dad, letting you use my sound system like you've been bugging me for ages. The least you could do is keep things tidy."

Zak shook his head. "Come on bro, you're a yeen. You finally got your own little den, so don't follow Mom's rules any more. Come on, live a little."

When Marcel stalked back into the lounge, Zak grabbed an unopened beer-can and lobbed it towards the older hyena, who caught it in one paw on reflex. But he didn't open it. Instead he stood square on, his red eyes narrow and gleaming, looking as though he were about to disembowel a small animal. Zak merely quirked a brow.

"And don't give me any of that 'my body is a temple' shit. I know how many of these you knock back, college boy."

"Listen. You..." he pointed with his claw, "... are not getting away with this. I've had a fucking hard day, and this is the last thing I need. So I'm going for a change and shower, and while I'm gone, you are going to clean up all of this mess you've made. And if you don't, you're not coming around here again. But hey, maybe that's not such a bad thing. I know Mom and Dad would love your company next weekend. Hey, you could help Dad out in the yard. That may even help you put a bit of meat on. Or, you could join Mom on movie night again. You always loved watching those chick flicks with her, didn't you?"

For once, Zak stayed silent. Now Marcel was grinning, the same wild grin for which hyenas are rekowned, proudly showing off his own meat-ripping teeth. Then, he cracked open the beer can, and gulped down its entire contents in seven seconds flat. He was crushing the can with his bare paw, when he suddenly gulped, and let rip with a loud belch. Zak chuckled through his nose and licked his teeth.

"Nice. Someone needed that."

The big hyena wiped his maw with his arm, and dropped the can where he stood. "That wasn't an empty threat, by the way. So get to work."

Zak rolled off the couch, further rucking up the cushions. He grumbled, just loud enough for his brother to hear. He let the ensuing silence hang there a few seconds, and when his brother sighed, he laughed through his snout. He picked a couple of the empty beer cans off the table, while Marcel unzipped his tracksuit jacket and tossed it over the sofa. Great, more work. Brothers can be right dicks sometimes. But Zak didn't react outwardly. He didn't want to provoke his brother further. He did however cock a sideways glance when the hyena took off his rugby top and cast that aside. Underneath, his brother wore shoulder pads. They were compressed around his muscled frame, and wet through. Now the younger hyena had to stop what he was doing. He watched Marcel breathe deep, growling and shaking his maned head, before peeling away those shoulder pads. Zak watched from the waist up as more of the animal was revealed, from his tight and toned core, up to that deep chest, and on to those great broad shoulders. His front was covered with the same dark brown fur as his brother, while his back was adorned with the same two-toned spotted coat. But there the similarities stopped. Marcel continued, slipping his tracksuit pants down his legs and past his already-bare paws. Tough, strong and digitigrade. By now Zak was doing little other than stand there, his tasks abandoned for the time being, trying his hardest to keep his paws from his crotch. And that musk... there was no escaping that scent radiating from his brother. Not that he wanted to escape it. Especially when Marcel slipped off his rugby shorts, too, adding them to the pile. Now the big hyena was standing in nothing but his underwear. Even with the loose-fitting boxer briefs that his brother preferred, the outline of their contents was more than plain to see.

So? Was he going to take those off too?

He wasn't. In fact, he wasn't doing anything at all.

"Somethin' wrong, squirt?"

Besides stand there, crossing those arms packed with muscle, and stare back at his motionless brother. Well, motionless save for a certain heavy twitch within the confines of his jeans. And for a moment Zak was lost for words. Just a moment, mind.

"Not at all, boss."

"Good. I'll be in my room when you finish. And fucking knock before you come in this time, okay?"

He didn't even wait for Zak to answer before turning tail. Zak watched his brother's tight, spotted-furred flanks all the way to the bedroom door opposite, which he yanked open and slammed shut behind him. Zak adjusted his skinny jeans and carried on tidying up. It wasn't fair. It wasn't his fault his brother was moody after college. And if he really desperately wanted things cleared up that badly, he could have just asked. There was no need to flip like that.

With the drinks and food wrappers cleared away (in other words, tossed into a pile on the kitchen counter), Zak returned to the lounge. And that was when he noticed the scent again. Of course - Marcel's sportswear was still draped across the sofa. Zak crept across the room, barely managing to disguise his hyena-laugh, his muzzle watering a little. He rummaged through the pile of clothes, until he found what he wanted: the shoulder pads. Still damp with his brother's musk. And damn did they smell nice. Zak picked them up, and pressed them to his nose. The combined scent of the tough-wearing sports fabric, and that strong hyena musk, especially under the arms... and the hyena was hard in seconds. He could picture his brother now, wearing these shoulder pads. And nothing else. And yes, that meant Marcel's sheath was on full display. That same sheath he had caught glances of, all through his life. Hanging heavy, and hanging low. Remarkably similar to his own, but proportionately that much thicker. Especially so now, as he stepped closer, his hyaenid leer fixed dead on his brother, and the slightest sliver of black flesh slipping into the open. Much the same as happened to him that very moment. Damn it felt good getting tight in these jeans.

With a paw idly teasing his crotch, he listened. He hadn't heard the shower start yet. And if he knew the older yeen (and he did), that meant he was taking care of something else first. Of course. Big lump always kept some energy in reserve, didn't he?

He crept to Marcel's bedroom door, keeping nice and quiet. Marcel was keeping quiet too. Or as quiet as he could, anyway. It was a valiant effort, admittedly. And yet, there was no ignoring those soft huffs of breath, nor those occasional gentle purring growls, the kind which set the younger hyena's mane bristling. Zak wasn't a kit anymore. He knew exactly what was happening in there. And if he listened particularly extra close, he could just about make out that soft sound of slick flesh which all teenage male mammals are intimately familiar with. That was the cue. Zak turned the door handle and pushed it open in one go, startling the big naked hyena lying on the bed with one paw wrapped around a fearsome-looking erection.

"Zak! I, I... I told you to knock."

"Yeah yeah, so you had a chance to stuff your dick back into your pants. It ain't a big mystery what you get up to after sports, and ain't no point hiding it, neither. Mom, Dad, me... we all know."

Marcel stayed where he was. Zak closed the bedroom door behind him.

"And speaking of dicks... that's what you've been packing all these years? Fuck me, bro."

Marcel raised a brow. "Is that a request?"

"No, it's a fucking demand."

And he leapt onto the bed. He straddled the big, naked and now-motionless yeen, before lying down, so their noses were just inches apart.

"Er... Zak?"

"Yeah?" He touched noses to his brother. "What is it?"

Another moment's pause. Just long enough.

"Never mind, I know what it is. You're mad at me, and not just for trashing your apartment. You want me to get off, and tell you what the fuck I'm doing. But you know full well what I'm doing. And another, rather big, part of you does not want me to get off at all. Because, by the looks of things, only one of us really needs to get off."

He placed one paw on the bed for support, and slipped his other paw between their bodies, slowly, finally, taking a firm grip around the big hyena's arousal. He had to smile. Yes, it was really happening. He had his brother by the cock and balls. And it was fair to say, the big guy did not disappoint in that department. He even throbbed, hard, in his brother's paw. Fuck, he needed a closer look at that. He slid down his brother's body, smirking to himself when the big hyena spread his haunches wide. That furred sheath had pulled back, revealing the hyena's thick black erection, while underneath hung a dark brown sheath housing the animal's weighty orbs. That was where Zak started. He dipped his nose underneath that soft-furred pouch, and brought it into contact, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of musk and precum which clung there. With a soft growl, he rubbed his muzzle on his brother's barbed flesh, feeling its warmth and an impressive smear of precum tainting his maw, which he quickly and gently lapped off. Tolerable... and pleasantly similar to his own. He breathed in his brother's scent, teased him with one soft exhalation, then another, before tentatively, he glanced his rough tongue across that barbed, bone-hard arousal. Amazing. Rising to his knees, he took his brother in both paws, feeling the heft of those yeen balls. Then he brought one paw back to his brother's thick pole, and he wasted no time in getting to grips with the guy, stroking him nice and firm, the way he himself enjoyed it, pressing his thumb on the top-side near the base while his other paw slid underneath his brother's balls to massage the taint. And judging by the barely suppressed grunt which his brother gave, and that trickle of sticky yeen pre, he was right on the money. He glanced up at Marcel, keeping a hold of his brother's length.

"So... what's got you all worked up anyway, hm?"

His brother's phone was lying on the bed. Zak grabbed it before Marcel could stop him.

"Tsk tsk. I keep telling you, bro, put a lock on your phone."

The phone opened up to the most recent picture. And Zak's eyes widened. He swiped a few more pictures, while a slow smirk rose on his maw.

"I'm seeing a lot of cock in these pics."

Marcel tried snatching his phone back, but Zak pulled it out of his reach.

"Don't worry Zak, I still like girls."

"Ain't all you like, though."

Zak continued browsing, holding the phone in one paw, while the other continued that lazy stroke on his brother's arousal, which despite everything, was as hard and as drooling as ever. And it wasn't long before the attention brought forward the first soft pleasured little growl from the big yeen. Zak perked his rounded ears.

"So which guy in your phone are you thinking about now? That snow leopard in the gym? Or that weasel maybe. Because his swim trunks were not leaving very much at all to the imagination."

Marcel grunted and bucked, rocking the whole bed and the hyena on top. His erection throbbed in his brother's paw, and that string of precum dripped onto his muscled stomach.

"Well whoever's on your mind... you like them a lot."

Zak set the phone beside the bed. He leaned right in, maw to bone-crunching maw.

"So why are you holding back? 'Cos I'm your brother?"

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Too scared to jerk one out when your little brother's around? Ain't like you to be hesitant."

Stroke. Grrrowl.

"Well, you're not completely hesitant."

Fuck, what a delight for his eyes. And his nose. He had picked up that scent before from his brother, in the stale air of their hyena-den, and yes on his clothes too. But now to sample it, fresh from the source... the little hyena licked his upper lip.

"So what's the big deal?" Marcel finally retorted. "You seen it before."

"Not like this I haven't."

"However much you wanted to."

"Oh dear, I really am that fuckin' obvious." Zak tossed his multi-coloured mane back and chuckled. "And yeah. I seen it before. Back when you were living with Mom and Dad. Like those times when you'd finished in the bathroom, and you had to dart back to your room 'cos you forgot your towel."

"Yeah. 'Cos as I remember, back in those days, my little brother used to leave his bedroom door open."

"There may have been a good reason for that."

"The same reason I stopped "darting back", and started taking my time. Because the first time I saw you gawking, I knew that somebody enjoyed the view."

Zak's jagged-toothed grin said it all.

"Fuckin' called it." Marcel stroked his crotch once more. "So yeah, you may have seen this. But you ain't ever seen it hard before."

"With the number of boners you pop?" The scrappy little scavenger let rip with a hearty laugh. "Don't think we haven't noticed. And yeah, that includes Mom and Dad. They might have told you to stop "scratchin' yourself", but they knew what was going on. And I knew too. Saw it myself plenty, as well. When you're on the couch, in the car, at the dinner table... you're a fuckin' hornball man, own it."

He gave his brother a playful punch on the arm.

"Ow." Marcel glowered up at him.

"Not to mention when you're watching them sports shows... I know you don't just watch 'em to catch up on the scores."

"I don't deny there's a certain appeal to watching those athletes."

"And hanging around them. Just think. All of those hours you spend with your muzzle pressed against the backsides of those big, sweaty men. That must be torture for you, big bro."

"A crude simplification, but yes, it can make things hard."

"Mmm, I can certainly picture that. No wonder you've kept it up for so long."

"Well actually Zak, surprisingly, there are several other reasons why I play rugby. The athleticism, the teamwork, the sheer physicality of it all... plus I'm damn good at it."

"Yeah you are. Congrats on the scholarship too."

"Cheers. And as for the eye candy and nose candy, that's just a little perk."

"Just... a little one?" Zak traced his little finger over the surface of Marcel's cock, teasing the cat-like spines which adorned it.

"Now you don't seem anywhere near as mad about me interrupting your jerk-off."

"Yeah, well, let's just say when I left my sports gear within your scenting range, I had an inkling you'd be in here after more."

"Ha, you're almost as sly as me, knucklehead."

"Yeah, it's a yeen thing. But I do have a question for you."

"Shoot."

"I fully intend to later. But first... why on earth are you still wearing those pants? Or anything else for that matter?"

"Oh?" Zak tilted his head. "You want me to get rid of them?"

Scoff. "Like you need an excuse to get undressed."

"What? I'm being polite around family."

"Zak, shut up and get naked."

The younger yeen gasped. "So demanding."

Still, he slid off his brother, and stood beside the bed. Marcel turned to face him, idly stroking his half-erection with one broad paw. He watched the younger hyena stretch right up, before sliding his paws down his slender body. He took his T shirt, and slid it up his body and past his muzzle. He cast it to one side, and stood before his brother with paws on his jeans. And then, with the subtlest of licks to his maw, he unfastened his belt. And down came those pants. Now there was no ignoring his big brother's soft swallow, or that paw stroking that hyena cock just that little bit quicker. Fuck, it was too cute watching Marcel try to hold back. Once those skinny jeans were out of the way and discarded alongside his shirt, only his underwear remained: black silk briefs, framing a rather noticeable bulge. He couldn't hope to match what his brother was blessed with, but that certainly didn't stop him from straining. Slowly, he pulled away his underwear, until his own dark yeen meat sprang from its confines.

"This ain't a new interest for you, is it? You've wanted to do more than look for a while, haven't ya?"

Zak chuckled, stepping out of his underwear and re-joining Marcel on the bed. "Oh, big brother, I've been wanting that for ages."

"No surprise there. We've always been close, haven't we, even when we were kids. We were a right rough pair of little yeens, weren't we?"

"Yeah, you used to love playing rough with me."

"Almost as much as you loved me pinning you."

"Fuck yeah. And then your balls dropped."

Marcel went quiet, tilting his head a little at the younger yeen.

"'Cos that was when things got proper interesting. That's when our little wrassles changed. I loved all that attitude you started bringing into play. How you'd flex your claws and bare your teeth, little signs of dominance like that. And then you'd pounce, and pin me, and start grinding on me. Took a few times before I realised what was going on. But boy do I know now. And you won't hear a word of complaint from me. My big, dumb, horny bro, showing me who's in charge. Course when I got that little bit older myself, that just made things even better."

"Yeah." Marcel scratched Zak's mane. "I noticed."

"Of course you did. Oh, and you do not have to hold back your growls on account of me. We're not at Mom's place. This is your den. Go wild."

Zak lowered himself, until his arousal was resting on his brother's. Equally hard, equally wickedly spined, the first contact between their fraternal flesh. Their barbs flexed, stimulating one another, and Zak couldn't help but utter a pleasured chuckle as the first of his own precum began to drip.

"And bro. Do me a favour."

"Mhm?"

"Would you yank up my tail and fuck my pretty little spotty-furred ass?"

He let the words hang there, between them, in the air mingled with their musk. His brother's wide-eyed expression was adorable.

"Y-you serious?"

"Oh gods yeah," Zak replied without a moment's pause. "We've got this far, and we are not chickenin' out now."

Another moment's silence, before Marcel let rip with an uproarious hyena-laugh, right in his brother's face. "You haven't even done this before, have you?"

Zak shrugged, his voice somewhat muted. "I still know how it works. I do have paws, you know. And toys. And internet access."

But Marcel, still laughing loud, clapped Zak on the back. "Oh brother, you are in for a shock. Ain't met anyone yet who can take me fully. Guy or girl."

"Pfft. They should have tried to relax more."

"Mhm, yeah, sure. That's all they needed to do."

Suddenly those paws gripped him tight, and before he knew it Marcel had rolled him around and dumped him onto the bed. Stunned, Zak could do little except lie there, sprawled among the sheets, now underneath his big brother. Marcel turned him onto his front, and he was dutifully shuffling into position when something hard and firm rubbed on his lower back, making him gasp and go rigid. Back, and forth. Back, and forth. So this was it, his first real cock... and damn did it feel good. He perked his ears, listening to his brother's steady breath, and a shiver rippled down his back, all along his spine, until with next to no conscious effort, he was lifting his tail. Marcel uttered a low rumbling chuckle. He combed his claws along his brother's sides, and he slid that firmness back, barbs catching on fur, and a trail of fluid marking the passage back to Zak's slim spotted rump. Now the big hyena hunkered down, the bed and the mattress complaining at the big male on top. It had been a while since he and Marcel had pressed this close... fuck, he'd definitely gotten stronger. But he'd certainly never ground like this before. And those nuzzles and velvety growls behind his ears... He reached back, spreading one rump cheek wide.

"Come on bro. Betcha it'll feel better than that big rough paw of yours, or even that cock sleeve you hid under your rugby shirts."

But Marcel had to laugh. "You are cute when you have no damn idea what you're talking about."

He dismounted his brother and climbed off the bed, before swatting Zak's rump lightly.

"So, I'm gonna suggest that you settle down, and let me take the lead."

"Suits me." Zak nestled down into his brother's bed, head amongst the pillows, keeping his rump on display and his tail raised nicely out the way. He glanced sideways, watching Marcel take some items out of a drawer: a pack of condoms, and some lube. He held everything in one paw, leaving himself free to stroke that big black length with his other paw while he returned. Zak faced forward and waited while over two hundred extra pounds of growling hyena joined him in the sack. Moments later, a good measure of liquid he guessed was lubricant landed on his rump fur. It was slightly off to the left, but a gentle claw swept it inwards, making the smaller yeen tense and shiver.

"Oh that's cold..."

"Yeah... always is when someone else lubes you up."

"You speak from experience, then, Mr Dom Yeen?"

"Yeah. Experience of little scraps of fur like you shivering under me before I rail 'em senseless."

That finger (or maybe fingers) teased over Zak's tailhole, remarkably gently. And then, the digit slipped inside, past his tight entrance. He winced and tensed out of instinct.

"Okay Zak, you're gonna have to relax. Forget what you've seen in them smut films: this cock of mine ain't just gonna slip in."

Zak nodded, and took a few, long, deep breaths. The finger moved within him, slowly, carefully, presumably to avoid catching him with the claw. And soon, it didn't feel all that bad. Back and forth it went, a weird sensation but a tolerable one. And when his brother slipped free, he actually found himself uttering a little moan. There were more rustles and grunts, and Zak glanced back as best he could, watching from the corner of one eye as Marcel ripped open a foil wrapper and sheathed himself up. Then came a grunt from behind, and Marcel rose to his hind paws, hunching right over the smaller hyena. Two paws gripped Zak's sides tight, hauling him into the centre of the bed, and before long the hyena had resumed his growling breaths, and the firm press of that thick erection returned, this time directly underneath Zak's little raised tail. Only this time, the tapered end of that yeen cock began to press right against his lubed entrance. Zak cracked a crooked grin, and a pleasured wave ran through his body - the same as he felt the first time he took a toy. Only this time, the shaft belonged to a big, gorgeous male hyena who happened to be his brother. Okay, that was true both times, but this did feel much, much better.

"Yeah, lube tends to do the trick," Marcel drawled. That pressing only got firmer, and firmer, until without warning, Marcel slipped inside.

"For paw play, anyway."

The little hyena gasped. Pain filled him from behind, shooting from his stretched tailhole straight through his body, making him shudder.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...

He pressed his paw back into Marcel, trying and straining to push the muscled hyena off him. Marcel grunted, and let his erection slip free. Yow! Zak collapsed onto the bedsheets, and he stayed motionless, his body and mind still registering the sudden pain which moments ago had filled his entire body. Hyena claws ran through his mane.

"Shhh... it's alright man. That's why we're gonna take it steady. You've heard how butt sex feels better as you go along? Well it's true. So try to relax, hard as it may be. Ha ha."

Zak nodded, keeping his face buried among the bedding, while Marcel leant back over, holding Zak still and re-taking his aim. This time, there was a dull pain when Marcel pressed his hyena cock to the target, which spiked when the big yeen suddenly pushed into Zak's entrance. Zak swallowed, letting himself adjust to the hyena within him. It nudged deeper this time, bit by little bit. That pain wasn't subsiding, but alongside it, another, altogether more pleasurable, sensation was beginning to win out. And when a sudden satisfied twinge shot through Zak, he bit his lip, and tried to pressed back. Marcel snickered, tightened his paw-grip, and thrust further still into his brother, whose jaw now hung unhinged and whose breath was hoarse and shallow.

"Oh fuck bro... we're doing it!"

He could feel Marcel - oh gods could he feel Marcel, his own brother, actually inside him! He was going steady, but that growl suggested clear as day that his brother wanted more. He sunk deeper, what felt like the tiniest fraction at a time, but still enough for Zak to bare his teeth, and growl, each time. And yet, through all the pain and the tenderness, the pleasure was building, and continued to build as Marcel drove in deeper. It still hurt, of course, but the thickness, the stretch, the heavy throb of his big, _big_brother... it was indescribable. He didn't know all the whys and wherefores, but that didn't matter. He knew this felt good, and he damn well wanted more. Marcel though was a considerate top. Or maybe he was revelling in this wonderfully slow penetration. Or both. Either way, he wasn't rushing. Every time he sunk deeper, he paused. Slow, rumbling breath glanced the back of Zak's neck, while a broad gentle paw caressed his mane and spotted pelt. Deeper he sank, until the friction built between them and Zak gritted his teeth together. But before he could protest, Marcel had come to rest. Zak listened to his brother's growls, feeling the power of the animal mounting him, mating him. He couldn't tell exactly how deep Marcel was, but he was very familiar with the place that yeen meat was pressing against.

"Now, this is where it gets interesting."

Zak kept himself from whimpering. It wouldn't do to have his brother hear a whimper. Marcel uttered a bristling, almost feline growl, and began to pull his thick yeenhood out of his brother. Marcel kept withdrawing, and Zak opened his eyes and maw wide as he felt just how much yeen cock was sliding from him, only to back up and thrust forwards, straight into him and making him moan. In no time Marcel had picked up a steady pace, manageable for the newly-claimed youngster, but heavy and pounding nonetheless. Zak would have commended him for his impressive self-restraint, but nah, the big guy hardly needed any more ego-stroking. Eventually, after moments spent in sharp tingling rapture, he felt his brother slip free, and he relaxed and uttered a breathless yelp. He rested flat on the bed, a warm burn radiating from his freshly-claimed under-tail. Soon another yeen's muzzle appeared on the bed beside him, powerful like his but twice the size.

"Now... I want you on your back. I want to see the look on your face for your first time."

"As long as you get a picture. I wanna see that myself."

Marcel smiled, and rose up. While Zak was busy rearranging himself, Marcel grabbed his phone and opened up the camera. Zak hooked his arms under his thighs, giving his brother as clear as possible access to his underside. Marcel aimed the camera down, and taking his sheathed yeenhood in his other paw, he brought it to Zak's tailhole, and parted his brother's flesh in one smooth movement, capturing the entire penetration on his phone.

"Fuckin'... beautiful."

And with that, Marcel cast his phone aside, grabbed his brother's sides with a long hungry growl and mated the little hyena underneath him, rolling his great muscled haunches. Zak gasped for breath, his own erection hard between them and leaking precum onto his brother's solid core. No toy could have prepared him for such a large, powerful and pounding animal. And the fact that the animal in question happened to be his brother, someone he'd always been close to, made this even more amazing. And with such a thick maleness buried in him, there was little Zak could do besides lie there, and enjoy it. And enjoy it he did, clenching his claws and nearly tearing a chunk out of his brother's bedspread. No doubt Marcel really wanted to let loose and put him in his place. Anyone who saw him on the rugby field, Zak included, knew what an aggressive animal he was. But by sheer force of will, he was holding back. No matter, there'd be plenty more chances for them to get wild. And how he hoped there'd be other chances. But as for this chance...

"Guess what, kid. You're about to get your wish. You're gonna get your tail pumped full of my cum."

But Zak put a claw to his brother's maw. Marcel stopped. Zak bared his teeth.

"Our cum. One and the same."

And that revelation was all it took to push Marcel over the limit. Zak saw it in his brother's face: that African wildness which coursed through him, through that trim glistening spotted pelt, that great tough upper body, and that indescribable hardness, deep under his tail. He saw his brother trying, trying to hold still, trying to hold onto that last scrap of civility within him. Until Zak clenched down, hard, all around him, with the last of the strength he possessed, and Marcel yawned open his great jaws, the last of his control disappearing, and at long long last he gave in to the wild snarling growling bone-crushing beast within, pounding and claiming his brother with his first ever load from another male. And as Zak felt every heavy rhythmic pulse from that big black barbed cock, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He'd only gone and done it. After so many nights alone with his paw, here he was, in his first-ever carnal mating. And who had made that claim? Why, only his brother, Marcel, that beast of a yeen himself. His own more modest length strained between them. Zak gritted his fangs, pain and pleasure lancing through him in equal measure. He had to grasp himself. And he had to paw, quicker and more vigorous than at any point in his few years of adolescence, until his whole body was trembling and shuddering around his brother's arousal and he barked out loud while spraying his own body with his own streaks of their hot hyena cum, caring nothing for any neighbours who might hear.

When things settled down, and at long last both hyenas had regained a fraction of their breath, Zak leaned back, gazing up at Marcel, smirking at the pleasured exhaustion written across the hyena's fanged maw.

"Hey, now you can go get your shower."

Marcel gasped for breath, half of his erection still embedded within his brother. "Fuck, would you give me a few minutes? I'm enjoying this."

Zak settled back, sporting the most smug grin Marcel had seen in an age.

"Oh, and before you suggest anything Zak, I'm showering by myself."

Zak grinned wider. That could wait for another time.

By Ziegenbock