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A Few Magical Licks For Asbeoth By Draconicon

Any canine household tended to have a strict regimen regarding hygiene, bathing, and general scent management around the house. With all the powerful noses around, it was considered rather rude to spend any amount of time more than a little bit dirty or sweaty, and regular showers were encouraged. Despite that, everyone had a distinct smell, and everyone in the family tended to know when certain 'desires' started popping up. It wasn't something that made anyone uncomfortable, at least, after the initial onset of puberty, but it was something that took some time to get used to.

Well, most of them got used to it. Paul, on the other hand...

The youngest of the three Doberman siblings in the house, and the last born to their shared father, Paul was the most...unique...of the siblings. He had a harder time being made to keep clean, and seemed more inclined to spread his scent marks across the house than either John or Daniel. They were both very well-behaved older brothers, while he...

The speckled sheet incident was well-remembered, and one that his brothers tried to shame him over on a daily basis. It didn't bother him, even though they kept it going far beyond the time where it should have died.

His mother probably would have had something to say about it, if she was still around, and his father was more annoyed than anything else about the amount of laundry that went in and out of Paul's room compared to what went through Daniel's or John's. His brothers tended to just use tissues, while he used his bed.

However, as he left high school behind and college loomed over him, Paul had one more thing that he wanted to try before he flew the coop, before he left the nest. He had been considering the option of using something more than his hand for years, and with his dad out for the week, and both John and Daniel a bit out of it after a night of bar hopping, he finally had the chance.

The youngest of the Doberman brothers poked his head out of his room, dressed in nothing more than his boxers as he looked up and down the hallway. The bathroom door was open, and he could smell the bitter, unpleasant scent of someone having used the throne for puking. It was overlaid by the smell of air freshener, but it was only enough for a dog to not be left sick themselves rather than enough to get rid of it entirely.

Despite that, he grinned. It meant that one of his brothers was completely out of commission. No matter how healthy the other one was, it meant that he could have as much fun as he wanted without getting interrupted.

Paul crept down the hallway, his feet finding the sturdiest wooden planks in the floor. No creaking for him, not tonight. He had studied the floor for this very reason, to sneak about without being noticed at night, without making a sound. The Doberman tip-toed his way along, resisting the urge to hum showtunes to himself as he crept along.

The middle brother, John, was flopped out in bed, looking miserable and groaning in his half-asleep way. Still dressed, his shirt half pulled over his head, curled up in a ball, he was probably the one that had been throwing up. Not the one that he wanted to practice his seductive arts on, then, not if he wanted to have a good time. He kept walking.

The bedroom just before the master one had the door closed, but not locked. Carefully, Paul twisted the knob as quietly as he could, pushing it open to look through the crack.

Daniel was stripped down to his briefs, his head against the pillow and his eyes closed. He was breathing slowly, probably in that haze of an alcohol buzz that didn't quite allow for complete unconsciousness. That was fine; as long as he was careful, anything he did could still be dismissed as a sort of hallucination under the influence.

Creeping to the foot of the bed, he nosed his brother's feet apart. That slightly hot, slightly sour smell of sweat caught his nose, and he grinned at the thought of taking some of his other kinks in hand, but he put it out of his mind for now.

He needed to make sure that his brother was completely out of it, first.

Sliding up the bed once he made space between his brother's legs, he gently rolled down the back of his brother's briefs. The former quarterback of the high school football team had a tight, taut rump, one that bubbled out just a bit under his nubtail, one that begged for a bit of play. If he had the time, if he knew that his brother wasn't going to wake up...

But he didn't. He only had a few minutes, and he had to make use of them.

He gently dug his fingers into those muscular cheeks, pulling the tan and brown and black rump cheeks apart. The pucker between them was as tight as one could imagine, untouched by fingers or cock or toy. The urge to just mount his brother, to take the perverted pleasures that he had imagined so many times, was nearly overwhelming.

Nearly. He had enough self-control to hold back this time.

Instead, he leaned in, taking a few sniffs. The hot, bitter musk that came from that pucker was just perfect, warm and eager and almost heated. He drooled a bit, some of his spit falling down into the briefs and lathering over the back of Daniel's balls.

His brother stirred in his sleep, groaning. Paul held still, waiting, seeing if his oldest brother would wake up.

No, Daniel was just shifting position, moving his head from one side of the pillow to the other. Nothing else.

He heaved a sigh of relief, then turned back to that pucker.

It worked on some of the jocks in high school, he thought. Let's see if it'll work on you too, bro...

The Doberman slowly stuck out his tongue, long and wet and dripping with spit. He pushed it down, running it along his brother's taint, dragging it up from the back of the other Doberman's balls all the way up to his hole.

As soon as his tongue made contact with that pink rim, Daniel groaned in his sleep. Not merely the groan of pleasure, but that sound that someone made when there was that hot spark of bliss. Something that was different, very different from the mere feeling of being rimmed.

He grinned to himself, but kept up the licks, slowly lathering that pucker with his tongue, smearing it with saliva, covering it with his spit. Every lick made his brother make that groan again, and he felt Daniel's pucker clenching, squeezing, begging in the way that only the unconscious body could for more.

Lick, lick, lick, lathering that hole with spit and plying it with attention, giving it that teasing touch that only another guy could. Lick, lick, lick, dragging his tongue over that pucker, feeling it squeezing down, then going loose, then clenching down on nothing again. His brother's hips raised slightly, the little nubtail trying to lift up, trying to give a bit more room that wasn't needed.

After a few more licks, he pulled his head back, examining his handiwork.

The pink pucker was slightly puffy. Not quite to the donut extent of a horse, but definitely pushed out a bit more than it had been, and certainly more active than the average guy's hole was. His brother was nothing but a straight-arrow guy, out with so many ladies that it wasn't even funny, so he imagined that the clenching, squeezing feeling back there was going to be very new to him.

He hid a chuckle against his brother's ass cheek, giggling to himself as he imagined how Daniel was going to feel in the morning. The first touch of the magical addiction was already planted, and it wouldn't take long for this particular seed to grow into something intense, something amazing.

Knowing that he was pushing his luck, he pulled away, tip-toeing out of the room and back to his own bed. He pulled the covers over his head and forced himself to go to sleep.

The results would speak for themselves in the morning.

And indeed they did. He went to the bathroom, lining up behind John who was in turn lined up behind Daniel. The three brothers were used to this, all getting ready for their turn in the shower, but this time, something different was going on.

This time, Daniel was shifting back and forth, his hand twitching down towards his hips and then stopping when he realized that he wasn't alone. He could see the way that his brother stood, the way that he wiggled his rump against the wall, how he wanted to...explore. Touch. Figure things out.

It was delicious.

"You getting in the shower or not?" John grunted.

"Huh?"

"Dad ain't here, you getting in the shower or not?" the middle brother asked again.

"Oh...yeah. Sorry. Still asleep up here, you know?" Daniel said, tapping the side of his head.

"Just shower. I want to get clean. I stink."

"Didn't notice."

"How the fuck didn't you notice?!"

"...Nevermind."

Their oldest brother disappeared into the bathroom without another word, his cheeks burning and his ass cheeks almost clapping from the suddenness of his departure. Once more, Paul had to stifle his laughter, shaking his head as his middle brother looked back at him.

"The hell's with him?" John asked.

"Couldn't tell ya."

"You need a fucking shower, too. You smell like ass."

"Oh, I know. I had some fun last night."

"Perv."

"You know it."

The day passed quickly, though probably not quickly enough for Daniel. More than once, Paul managed to sneak up on his older brother - who had called in from work - and spotted him posing in front of a mirror somewhere in the house. The pose was nothing but a show, though, as he found out as soon as Daniel thought he was alone.

The older Doberman would turn around, pulling down his pants and his underwear, and pull his ass cheeks apart. He'd look at his hole, staring at it, and then blush, obviously trying to figure out what had happened to his asshole, why it was clenching, why it was...cursed, for lack of a better word.

There was no better word, of course, because that was what it was.

Paul smiled, licking his lips every time that he saw his brother doing that, knowing that it was only a matter of time before that oversensitive hole would demand some experimentation, and considering that he was the only one in the house that had any experience with other males, or might have other toys for that sort of thing...

Well, suffice it to say that Paul wasn't all that surprised when a red-faced Daniel knocked on his bedroom door later. Paul called out for his brother to come in, not bothering to put his porn mags away as the oldest Doberman stepped into the room.

"Jesus Christ, Paul, do you have to be so obvious about it?" the oldest brother muttered.

"About what?"

"About all the stuff you...do? God, this room stinks. How many times?"

"Oh, about six this afternoon," he muttered, leaning back with his arms over his head, curling his toes as he stretched out his legs. "You know how it is. No work makes for a bored dog."

"Yeah, but you can do something besides jerking off. Why don't you read a book?"

"I got magazines."

"You look at those, you don't...ugh."

There was a clear moment where his brother looked back at the door, obviously debating whether he wanted to have this conversation at all. However, he knew that Daniel would not be able to resist. Not with that mystery yet to be solved.

And he was right. His oldest brother sat down on the foot of the bed, grumbling, unconsciously grinding his ass against the sheets. Paul grinned all the wider.

"What's the matter, Dan? Having some worms back there?"

"No! I mean, I don't think so...do you think that's possible?"

"Not likely, but it's possible. I mean, everything out there has a chance of parasites, these days. But what's up?"

"I'm...different back there. You know how STDs look, right?"

"You think some girl gave you something?"

"Well, I'd think I'd get it up front rather than back there, but...are there any STDs that just go after your ass?"

"A couple. You want me to take a look?"

"...Can't believe I'm saying this, but yes."

"Alright."

This was just what he was waiting for. He knew that this was going to be a bit risky, considering how huffy and private his brother was, but if he could get in just a couple of licks, it would seal the deal. Already, his brother's ass was starting to feel hungry. It was already puffy as he saw last night. A few more licks would take it right to the point of being what he wanted it to be.

Daniel stood up, his cheeks burning, and Paul savored the moment. His older brother had always been that kind of jock, the sort that rubbed other people's faces in their success, the sort that showed off without really thinking how much it meant that others couldn't reach their heights.

Now, the shoe was on the other foot. Now, he was the one in charge.

Finally, the other Doberman pulled off his shorts, then his underwear. He blushed as he sunk his fingers into his own ass cheeks, and Paul's cock throbbed in his own pants as he looked at the way that his brother groped his own ass cheeks. The dimples that formed in the muscles, the hot lines that formed in the softer tissue, the way that the cheeks themselves were begging to be spread.

Then they parted, showing a bit of wetness between them. Sweat from the day, perhaps, as well as something from all the grinding around, the flesh getting wet from all the friction and rubbing.

It had a stronger musk, now, too, that puffier pink rim clenching and begging for something to slide right in, for something to claim it. His cock throbbed in response to that sight, begging to be the thing to do the claiming, but he knew better than to just give in just yet. The guys at school had needed the second tongue-lashing to accept it, and he had no doubt that his jock of a brother was just the same.

He licked his lips, leaning forward as he held the cheeks apart for Daniel. His brother groaned, shaking his head.

"It just keeps clenching. I can feel it every time that it does it and it feels so...so..."

"So what?"

"Empty."

"Empty, huh?"

"God, it sounds gay when I say it that way, but fuck...You know how that sort of thing works. Do I got anything wrong with me?"

"Not sure just yet. Let me take a closer look."

He gripped the cheeks a bit harder than he had to, pulling them apart to allow for a better look at the rim. His nose was barely an inch away from that pucker, and he knew that it would be easy to just go at it.

And so, he did.

He dragged his tongue along the valley between his brother's ass cheeks, and he felt Daniel's tension, the sudden pull.

But he didn't let go. He pulled his brother back, forcing him to stay still for a few seconds, dragging his tongue up and down that pucker.

"Paul, what the fu-UUUUUUUCK?!"

That first touch brought that unconscious bliss to the conscious world, and his brother got his first taste of a good rimming. A magical rimming, from a brother that knew just how to use his tongue properly.

The Doberman grinned as he lashed his tongue over his brother's hole, flicking it against that twitching, puffy thing again and again, forcing it to get more and more pink, more and more eager, more and more musky. Each lick made it wetter, more open, making it look like a fuck-hole rather than just a thing for waste to paste through.

The squirming above made him smirk, too, feeling his brother's struggles to get free get weaker and weaker. It didn't take long before he didn't have to hold onto his brother's hips, and less time after that for Daniel's body to start pushing back against his long, lathering licks between the cheeks.

"Mmmph...what...what the hell...what is...this?"

"This...is my...magic," Paul grunted between his licks. "Don't know how it works. But - mmmph, you taste good - but it makes any guy - mm - any guy get all weak in the knees. Gets them all...hungry..."

Lick, lick, lick, each lick bringing a bit of the taste of ass back to his mouth, that hot, bitter, slightly spicy taste that always clung to the space under the tail. Another lick, another, and he felt that pucker starting to weaken, starting to push back, starting to open up.

Daniel whimpered, his older brother getting more and more bitch-like with each successive lick. He grinned as he felt that pucker push back against his tongue, starting to flex, to open, close, open -

And then he pushed it in.

His brother fell off the bed, and Paul followed, his mouth glued to his brother's ass as he shoved his tongue inside, forcing it past the rim, forcing his brother to bend to his will. The oldest Doberman gasped under him, moaning, hissing. He could feel his brother's body tensing up, some part of him trying to push that tongue out of his ass, while other parts tried to pull it deeper.

Paul pulled back, licking his lips, holding the cheeks apart and staring at what he had created. His brother's asshole was open now, not gaping, but with a slight opening at the middle of that tight, wet pucker. It was enough to leave his brother's hole twitching, clenching, grasping for something the way that a horse's hole was said to do.

He grinned as he rubbed a finger around the rim, hearing the unmistakable sound of his brother's cock slapping against his hard abs.

"Mmmph! No, no...I didn't...I don't..."

"You want it, bro," he said, chuckling to himself as he circled that wet pucker with his finger, feeling the hole pulling at him, trying to get that finger inside. "You want something inside of you pretty damn badly, by the feel of it."

"That's not me. That's you. That's the magic. That's the curse."

"That's you begging for something inside, considering you're shaking your ass at me."

That was the curse. It started pushing so much hunger into that hole that it would make the other person's body start wanting it, needing it, craving it. Their lower halves would become almost independent of the upper halves, pushing back, begging for cock in a way that only a wanton whore would do.

He leaned back, watching as his brother struggled against his new instincts. Seeing that swaying ass, seeing his brother showing off in a way that only a few jocks back at his old school had done, made him hard as a rock. He reached down to his pants, pulling down his zipper to free his dick.

The tapered head, the slippery shaft, everything was on display, and he grinned as he saw the mixed reaction on Daniel's face as his brother turned around. The jock looked like he wanted it and didn't want it, like he needed it and was afraid of it at the same time. He stroked himself, grinning wider and wider as he worked himself up into a frenzy, his dick throbbing and spitting pre across the floor, some of it landing on his brother's toes.

"Mmm, you look sexy down there, big bro. I can't wait to feel your ass clenching around my knot."

"You...that's incest!"

"Not if we don't have kids. What's wrong with a bit of brotherly love, huh? And besides, you want to go out there and look for someone that'll fuck your ass and keep a secret? Or do you want someone that you know will keep it a secret?"

The way that his brother looked back, he knew what the answer was going to be. His brother had a reputation to keep, something that was precious to him, something that he wouldn't dare give up if he had any choice in the matter.

There was no real choice to make, only a choice of whether he would be able to accept this sort of 'love' from someone that was related to him.

Gradually, the other Doberman backed up, shaking that muscular rump all along the way. Paul grinned as he grabbed his brother's hips, his cock lodging between the cheeks, the seven inches of hot dog cock hot-dogging between the muscular cheeks. He slid up, down, up, down, and he grinned every time that he heard the soft 'hiss' that came from his brother's mouth. It always meant that some bit of pleasure had taken the older Doberman by surprise, that he had shot a bit of pre across the floor.

Perhaps it came from the moments when his tapered tip touched that puffy hole.

Perhaps it came when his balls swung forward enough to hit his brother's sack.

Perhaps it came from the feeling of his cock just starting to slide into the gape of that rim.

Whatever it was, it was nothing compared to the sudden sharp hiss and gasp that came when he finally rammed half of his cock in. His brother seized up, whimpering, hissing...moaning.

"Heh, that's what I wanted to hear," he muttered, whispering to his brother. "That's what I wanted to hear from you. Moan, Dan. Moan like a bitch."

He pulled himself back, oozing pre all the while, and watched as his slippery shaft left the hole, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting him to his brother's stretched rim. It was an enchanting, erotic sort of sight, and one that left him groaning with need to take it further.

So, he did.

He yanked his brother back, impaling him again with the end of his cock, working himself in deeper, deeper. That pink, puffy hole pulled on his cock, stretching out with his shaft as he pulled back, then slamming back in again when he thrust forward. Every time that he pulled back and forth, the sight of that pucker pulling along his cock, begging for more every time that he hilted, every time that he pulled out, only made him that much hornier.

In and out, in and out, each thrust cementing that curse that much more. He worked his brother up to a frenzy, watched as Daniel went from confused to scared to needy to whorish, his face becoming a twisted version of its former self.

Soon, the other Doberman's tongue was hanging out, drool running down the length of it, and Paul was hammering away at that hole, filling it up and then pulling out, looking at the gape, before sliding right back in.

Daniel collapsed to the floor, his front end flat against it like a bitch on the street while his ass was raised as high as it could go. He was moaning, panting, shivering, pushing his hole back against Paul's cock.

And Paul was loving every last second of it. He groaned as he bucked forward, sinking his growing knot past that pucker, feeling it get sucked in, feeling that pop and savoring it every time that he went in and out, in and out.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...gonna...gonna cum!" Daniel panted.

"You better. You gonna get the knot...and everything else..."

His brother panted, huffing and puffing against the carpet, his eyes obviously out of focus, his need climbing higher and higher by the second. He moaned at the top of his lungs, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, his balls pulling up. The sight of the big, powerful jock getting reduced to something like this was just what he had been hoping for.

Jocks were the bane of his life, but he had the perfect weapon to bring them to their heels.

In and out, in and out, pop, pop, pop went that knot. In and out, in and out...

And in.

He held himself there as the last pop filled the air, feeling his brother convulsing around his cock, feeling the spasms that rocked the other Doberman surge up and through him. He growled under his breath, shivering, gasping, groaning as he felt that powerful pulse of pleasure rock him to his core.

He leaned forward, grinding those few more times that he needed to cum, and he came, hard. His cock felt like it was exploding with need, with cum, like he was pissing cum into his older brother. One shot, two, three, four, five, rope after rope of seed getting splattered into his brother's depths, coming back and soaking his cock, drenching it.

As it settled into more of a dribble than an explosion, he pushed his brother a bit further forward, turning around so that they were ass to ass. He squatted down, stroking his fingers along the undersides of his brother's feet. They were just in reach, and he pulled one to his face, giving the toes a little kiss, a bit of affection for his broken jock brother.

"Mmmm, how do you feel, Dan?" he asked, chuckling. "How'd it feel to get knotted?"

There was a whimper from the other side, one that was followed by a hard squeeze along the base of his cock.

"Oh, you liked it, alright. You liked it good."

"You made me...mmmph...you made me like it. God...I want..."

"You want the tongue again?" Paul asked.

"Mmmph..."

"You're addicted now, you know."

"Shut up."

"You're addicted to the feeling of something in your ass. Tongue is best, but cock's not bad either, is it?"

"Shut up...mmmph...fuck..."

He smiled. It was always like this. The tongue was something that was inoffensive, gentle, something that they could let happen. They didn't know how easily the curse of rimming could affect their assholes, how quickly they'd come to crave something licking back there, something pushing inside.

His tongue was even better than the addictive pleasures that straight guys could get from a gay tongue back there. His tongue actually cursed them, making their asses their most sensitive parts. Daniel probably would never fuck a bitch again, or at least, not for long. He wouldn't be able to stay up, wouldn't be able to get off without something up his ass. Sure, his cock might make a good dildo for them, but that was it.

His time as a stud was done. His time as a cum-dump was about to begin.

Paul shifted his weight back and forth, feeling the clenching around his knot slowly stopping. It wouldn't be done for a while, but it would be something to enjoy when he finally was able to slide out.

In the meantime...

"So, bro, have you ever had someone play with your feet?"

"Nnngh?"

"Hey, I just figure, the way that you need to get fucked now, you might as well start learning some of the other kinks out there."

"Mmmph...why? What's it like?"

"Heh, let me show you..."

The End