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Sibling Rivalry: Life and Death by: BerserkerB

"And done!" Eric Samson shouted just before he slammed his glass on to the table. "I win this round, little brother."

Richard Samson grumbled defiantly before setting his glass down. He wiped the milk mustache from his lips and sneered at his big brother. "Yeah, yeah, lucky break."

Despite the terms little and big, Erica and Richard were both the same age - in fact they were twins. The Doberman brothers were only born a minute apart, with Eric being the first. Ever since the boys were little, their father had trained them to compete and be the best. And of course, the boys had succeeded in doing just that.

Throughout the years the twins had bested their peers in any and everything. Whether it was athletics, academics, eating contests, video games, board games, and everything else under the sun, Richard an Eric succeeded at beating out anyone who stood in their way. However, everything changed a few months back, around their sixteenth birthday, when their father called them into his den for a chat...

Richard and Eric nervously knocked on the door to their father's den. Their father, Cyrus Samson, was one of the most powerful men in the world. He had attained a status of fear and respect worldwide for his ruthless actions. It was rumored that he would eliminate anyone who stood in his way, be they man, woman, child, or adorable woodland creature.

"Enter," said his voice through the thick redwood door.

The twins slowly opened the door and crept into their father's private quarters. It was the first time they had ever been allowed in, and what they saw sent a shiver of fear down their spines. Their father sat in the middle of the den, resting on a dark green leather armchair. At the end of each arm were two canine heads.

"Hey Eric," Richard whispered. "Don't those heads look a lot like father?"

Richard peered at them and gasped, "T-Those are his brothers. I recognize them from the photos."

Eric's eyes went even wider. "T-Then that means our father really is a...a..."

All around the room, mounted on every wall like hunting trophies were numerous heads of various species and genders. Richard noticed out of the corner of his eye the head of a banker that his father used to consort with several years ago. Eric noticed the heads of a couple of his former classmates. They had been bullying the twins for over a year, but mysteriously disappeared in the middle of the school year.

But the room was full of much more than mounted heads. Statues made from the stuffed corpses of Cyrus's victims adorned the den. Richard nudged Eric when he saw one that griped his heart with fear. Near the fireplace was the headless, stuffed body of their mother.

Upon seeing his sons' gaze fall upon their mother, Cyrus addressed them. "I have brought you both in here today because you are closely drawing upon the age of adulthood." His powerful voice brought Richard and Eric's attention back to him. "You are now sixteen, and throughout the years you both have excelled in everything I pushed you to do."

Richard stammered, "F-Father what is all-"

"Do not speak until I have finished speaking!" Cyrus snarled and leered at his son. The look Cyrus gave him almost gave Richard a heart-attack. "As I was saying... You have both excelled and beat out your peers in everything you have done." He leaned forward, clasped his paws together, and rested his chin upon his knuckles. "I am very proud of you both, but...now it is time for you to strive for a new goal."

There was an awkward pause and an eerie silence between them. Finally, Eric spoke up, his voice weak and quivering. "W-What ki-kind of goal, f-f-father?"

Cyrus gave them a grin. It was an unnerving grin, as if the devil himself was smiling at them. "Quite simply, it is now time for your two to start competing with each other."

Eric and Richard quickly looked at each other, and then back at their father. "What do you mean?" they said in unison.

"You see these two heads I have upon my chair," he pressed his fingers onto the foreheads of his brothers. "When we were sixteen, our father told us that we had to compete with each other. Whoever had the most accomplishments by the age of eighteen would be declared the winner. The winner was allowed to do whatever he wanted with the losers...and you can guess what I decided to do with my brothers."

Eric and Richard unconsciously rubbed at their necks. Both boys let out an audible gulp as they imagined their own heads in place of their uncles' heads.

Cyrus leaned back in his chair, uncommonly relaxed in spite of the serious nature of their conversation. "And so I now extend the same challenge to you boys. By the time you are eighteen, the one with the most accomplishments will be the winner, and the loser shall be beheaded, and his body will become a toy for the winner."

"But why?" Richard blurted out. "Why would you have us do this?"

Eric added, "This is...this is crazy, father! You even killed our mother! Why!?"

Cyrus eyed both of them calmly. There was something far more dangerous about his cool disposition than if he was visibly angry, and the twins could sense it. They shrank and backed up closer to the doorway. Their father's icy stare was nothing new to them. He had given them that same glare several times throughout their lives, but this time...it felt murderous.

"You are my sons," he said calmly. "As such, you will obey me without question. It is cliché to say, but I brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it." His voice, though calm, grew dark in tone. "If neither of you strives for success, then I shall simply disown you." He turned his head and gazed upon a bare spot on the wall nearest to him. "I could always use a couple more heads for my den."

Hearing their father's cruel intent for them if they disobeyed caused the two brothers to huddle together in a mass of quivering alarm. Eric looked at Richard, and Richard looked at Eric.

"I suppose..." Eric began.

"If there is no other way..." Richard added.

"Then we have no choice but to accept," they said simultaneously to their father.

Cyrus let out a smirking grunt and spread his legs. "Good boys, I knew you were smart enough not to defy me. Now then..." He reached down and undid the button on his pants. "I think it is time for your first competition against each other." He unzipped his fly, and out popped his massive canine erection.

Richard and Eric felt their stomach drop when they saw their father's huge cock poke free from his trousers. Like the Doberman it belonged to, his shaft was big and powerful. The pink flesh throbbed with power, and the knot looked as thick as his fist.

"Come on boys, kneel before your father." Cyrus slowly stroked his thick cock while he beckoned them. "Which of you sucks my dick the best will have achieved his first accomplishment over the other." He raised a brow and grinned. "Chop-chop you little cock suckers!"

The brothers remained motionless while their father beckoned them to do, what they thought, was an unthinkable task. Cyrus, sensing their reluctance, tapped on the mounted heads of his brothers. This clicked a realization within Richard and Eric, who now understood that there was no escaping the fate their father had laid before them. With apprehension in their steps, they knelt before their father and leaned their snouts close to his massive erection. They eyed each other carefully, and then, with eyes closed and mouths somewhat agape, pressed their lips onto their father's cock.

Richard was the first to go at it. His throat rumbled as he moaned around his father's shaft. The young Doberman's muzzle slipped as far around the thick malehood as it could. His wet tongue curled under the older canine's throbbing meat, coating it with a generous helping of saliva. Cyrus placed a gentle paw onto his son's head, as a sign that he was doing well.

Not to be outdone by his brother, Eric licked up one side of the thick member until he reached the tip. With his father's musk invading his nostrils, Eric felt a surge of heat rush to his loins. He clamped his muzzle over the head of his father's cock and commenced to suckling the broad tip with all the strength he could muster. He too felt his father's paw upon his head.

It was clear to Cyrus that his boys had already dabbled into exploring their sexuality. "My, my...what good cock suckers you both are." He leaned his head back; a content smile pursed his lips. "Ooooo-ye~ah, that's it, work your muzzles for your daddy." He leaned his eyes toward Eric. "You're doing very well," he moaned.

Upon hearing his father praise Eric, Richard sensed a knot of contempt twist within him. He stared at his brother with piercing eyes, though the young Doberman was too busy engorging his lust to take notice. Richard swung an arm around and clasped his paw around the knot at the base of his father's shaft. He maneuvered his tongue down one side of the firm member, and began circling his paw around the knot. He continued to savor the taste of his father's shaft by massaging the length with his rough, wet tongue. Soon, he felt Cyrus's paw scratch behind his ears.

"You are both doing very well," the older Doberman sighed. "But there can be only one winner...and I am getting - Ah! - getting close!"

Cyrus's abrupt gasp signaled the final stretch of the game. Richard looked over at Eric. The older brother had his grubby maw clasped nicely around their father's tip, ready to enjoy the fruits of their labor. He remembered something their father had taught them: That to be the best, one has to be willing to do anything and everything in order to win. He grit his teeth, and tucked his arm against his chest. He thrust his body to the left, throwing his weight at his brother. His elbow connected with Eric's ribs, causing the young Doberman to howl in pain and pull away from their father. Richard then threw his arm back, the momentum carrying Eric with it. Eric never knew what hit him, and his head hit the floor with a loud THUMP!

Richard closed his muzzle around his father's throbbing cock. The salty pre of the older canine tasted divine, and only furthered the young Doberman's desire to suck down his father's seed. He squeezed his paws tightly around the pink shaft.

Cyrus clasped his claws into the leather arms of his chair and felt his whole body tense. "Rraaaah! Here...it...comes!" He let out a howl as the ecstasy from the orgasm hit him. Hot ropes of white cum shot into his son's maw. Richard's powerful throat muscles went to work guzzling down the salty cum the moment it struck his tongue. Cyrus placed a paw on the young canine's head and shoved him down over his entire length just as a huge wave of jizz flooded from his cock.

Richard could barely keep the mass of white liquid in his mouth. He tried frantically to work it down his gullet, but still some escaped. It dribbled down his father's shaft and pooled around the top of his knot. Richard took in a deep breath and patted his son's head.

By this time, Eric had finally awakened from the shock caused by the bump to his head. He wearily sat up and shook off the dizziness. As his blurry gaze cleared, he saw his brother hungrily lapping the excess cum off their father's cock.

Cyrus looked down Eric with a smirk. "Too bad son, you lost the first challenge." He scratched behind Richard's ears, and with a warm smile, told his son, "I am very proud of you. You took advantage of your brother's distraction and stole the win for yourself. That's my boy."

Richard murred at the tender touch of his father. He peered at Eric with narrow eyes and a cocky grin.

Eric returned the look with a scowl. He balled up his paws in rage, and swiftly stood up. "If that's how you want to be, then fine!" he shouted as he pointed to his brother. "I'll beat you in the end, little brother, and I can't wait until I have your head mounted on my wall!" He stormed out of the room, tears streaming down his face, screaming bloody murder.

While Richard cleaned the dishes - the condition for losing the bet - he hummed a happy little tune and smiled gaily.

"What are you so happy about," Eric asked. "You lost."

Richard went about drying his glass, the smile never leaving his lips. "Simple. Because even though I lost, you are still two wins behind me." He set the glass down and nonchalantly sighed. "I can't wait until we turn eighteen, and I get to silence your annoying voice for good."

Eric sneered and grumbled something under his breath. It was true that over the past several months after his initial defeat he had never really been able to catch up to Richard in wins. Every time he managed to close in on his brother, Richard would somehow manage to pull a reverse and take an extra win or two. At this rate, Eric thought, he would never catch up.

Just imagining the penalty that awaited him at eighteen made the Doberman unconsciously touch his neck. He trembled as he imagined his brother sitting smugly in their father's lap, with Eric's mounted head looking down at them from above the fireplace. The image filled him with fear and jealousy.

"All done!" Richard announced. He tossed the cloth onto the counter gave his brother a mocking bow. "I shall take me leave. We have that history test coming up next week, and I want to be sure I get another hundred." He began to saunter off towards the hallway.

"Wait!" Eric cried.

"Huh? What now?" Richard eyed his brother curiously.

Eric opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His head twirled with the unthinkable image of his own death. His heart raced as he pieced the rest of his life together, only to watch it end on his eighteenth birthday.

"Eric, you want something?" Richard was getting impatient and started tapping his foot.

"I was just thinking..." His heart pounded inside his chest. He had an idea, a quick and irrational idea. "Why should we wait until we're eighteen?"

"What?" Richard looked at him like he was crazy.

Eric took a deep breath. "I...I challenge you to another contest... And this time the loser gets his head chopped off!" It was a stupid, irrational idea that only a teenager would think up. But at this point, with the future prospect of death looming in front of him, that was what Eric was, a stupid and irrational teenager.

Richard scoffed. "Hell no! I'm not taking a challenge like that, especially while I'm winning."

"You don't have a choice!" Eric felt a surge of adrenaline flood his senses. "Remember what father said, if someone issues a challenge and you fail to accept, then by default that means you lose!" He was starting to sound hysterical. "That means...you have to die if you don't accept the challenge!"

Richard looked squarely at his crazed brother. "You are right. But what are you challenging me to?"

"I thought... Well we could..." Eric blinked dumbly and gave his brother a blank stare.

Richard sighed and shrugged. "You didn't even think that far ahead? Boy you are stupid. I'll choose then... The challenge that will decide our fates." He grinned and rubbed his chin. "Whoever tops the other, wins." He knew Eric would never accept.

"I accept!" Eric replied instantly.

Richard was taken back at first, but rebounded quickly. "A-Alright. We'll do it in the great room. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"What, feeling a little scared, brother?" Eric smiled conceitedly. "Are you a scaredy-cat."

To canines, being called anything feline was an insult of the highest order. "Oh I am so going to enjoy pounding my cock in your ass." Richard stormed off, followed closely by Eric.

The great room had plenty of space for their purposes. They moved some of the furniture around, and laid out a big rug in the middle of the room to act as a boundary. They stripped naked and stood at opposite ends of the rug. Due to their upbringing, both boys were incredibly fit. Their toned bodies were identical in every way, except for the placement of various scars on their bodies.

"It's been a while since he wrested naked," Eric said. He started to stretch, showing off his muscles to his identical brother.

Richard cocked a grin and also started to stretch. "Yeah, I think the last time we did it was five years ago. I still haven't forgiven you for breaking father's vase with my BB gun and then blaming me for it."

"But he found out it was me!"

"Yeah but I also got punished for being 'irresponsible' with my stuff."

They stared at each other in silence for a few minutes. The weight of what they were about to do and what the outcome would entail weighed heavily upon their souls.

"Oh, yeah!" Richard exclaimed. He sprinted over to a small bag sitting on the couch. He pulled out a couple of items and returned to the rug. "I thought we might use these to make things easier." He tossed a rope into the middle of the rug.

Eric smiled. "I see. That'll come in handy."

In Richard's other paw he held a bottle lube. He sprayed a generous helping onto his palm and tossed the bottle over to Eric. Eric looked down and realized that his brother was hard as a rock. He glanced down at his own erection, and was amazed that he had not noticed it sooner. Both boys lubed up their cocks well.

Eric tossed the bottle away before spreading his legs and arms in a wrestling stance. "I'm going to miss having someone as handsome as me around to look at."

Richard took the same stance. "That's 'I' not 'me.' You were always the worse one at grammar."

"And you were always the smart-ass."

They let another minute of silence pass between them. Then, as if on cue, they lunged for each other at the same time. Their paws clasped and their bodies pressed against each other. Both growled dominantly at the other, barring their fangs like feral animals. They pushed and shoved with all their might, but neither could make the other budge.

Richard slid his back foot in and bent his knees slightly. With a loud growl, he threw all his weight forward, knocking his chest against his brother's chin. The shock sent Eric sprawling backwards. Richard held on and fell with Eric, landing on top of him as his brother hit the ground.

But, Eric was not done. Seconds after he hit the ground, he pulled his right leg, and flattened his foot over his brother's belly. With a tremendous kick, Richard went flying off his brother and came crashing down upon the rug. Eric scrambled top his side and grabbed the rope that was nearby. Pulling himself to a kneeling position, he then lunged at Richard, who was momentarily dazed. He landed on top of Richard, and used his knees to hold down the Doberman's lower body. Eric's quick actions won him a momentary advantage over his brother. He pulled Richard's arms together, and went to work tying his wrists together.

However, the momentary lead was fleeting. Richard came out of his daze just as Eric was about to tie his wrists. He began to struggle, but Eric's pin on him was too strong.

"You lose this round!" Eric laughed triumphantly. He stopped tying the rope and leaned his face in close, nearly touching nose-to-nose. "I'm going to enjoy hearing you moan like a bitch."

Richard narrowed his gaze and growled. "You haven't won yet...brother." Instead of trying to pull his arms apart, he pulled them down to his chest. The sudden move caught Eric off guard. Richard then thrust his tied fists straight for his brother's chin. The resulting uppercut knocked Eric's head up and away. Richard grunted and threw his brother off. He quickly flipped to his feet and brought his knee down into his brother's abdomen. Eric gasped as the air was knocked from him. With his brother gasping for air, Richard took his chance and used his teeth to undo the hasty bindings around his wrist. Once free, he spun Eric over and pulled his arms behind his back. Eric was too busy catching his breath to fight back properly. Richard quickly wrapped part of the rope around his brother's left wrist, and then the right wrist. Using the skills he gained in Pupscouts, the young Doberman secured the bindings with a double knot, ensuring his brother was ensnared.

"You were too cocky for your own good, Eric," Richard smirked. He dropped to his knees and clasped his paws tightly on to his brother's hips. "Now we'll see who moans like a bitch." He pressed his firm member against Eric's exposed pucker. Eric gave a sudden yelp and tried to shoot up. Richard grabbed a hold of his brother's neck and shoved him back down. "Take your loss like a man!" He thrust his hips forward, cramming his slick cock deep into the tight reassess of his brother's ass.

Eric gave a sudden howl as the penetrating shaft forced his asshole open. Tears escaped his eyes as the pain washed over him. He grit his teeth, but more from the shame than from the pain.

"Mmm, brother you are so tight." Richard placed a paw on the top of his brother's ass. He eased back, letting his long cock glide along Eric's prostate. The older twin closed his eyes and issued a weak moan. "Heh heh, you like that, don't you bitch?" Richard's cruel words cut deep into Eric. The younger twin readied his hips before thrusting the length of his cock back into Eric's body. He pulled back quickly and shoved it in again. The hot, tight passage squeezed his broad shaft with each fuck. Richard murred contently as warm pleasure built up in his loins.

For his part, Eric could not hold back the wonderful sensations rushing through his body. As his brother humped his ass hard, filling him with canine cock, Eric let out moan after agonizing moan of pure pleasure. His closed eyes could not hold back the tears, and his still erect penis dripped with the pre that his brother constantly milked from him.

Richard stopped for a moment to lean over his brother. He moved his paw around and grasped firmly onto Eric's pulsing member. "Time for the final touchdown of the game, brother." He rocked his hips hard, pounding them against his brother's buttocks like a machine. His cock filled Eric's quivering ass with sticky pre-cum while he humped at the firm meat with all his might. The sounds of their bodies slapping resounded through the room. Richard's balls smacked against Eric's behind with each thrust, fueling his drive to come.

Eric's moans grew louder as Richard started to pound harder into him. "Oh god!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Without thinking, he groaned, "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" He could feel his own arousal building as waves of ecstasy flooded his mind. His head swirled with images of his brother, his father, and of death. Finally, he felt his brother give one last thrust and howl in victory. Richard's hot cum flooded into his bowels, filling him, claiming him, destroying him. The sudden rush of being topped sent his orgasm rising, and the young Doberman sprayed his final load onto the rug below.

Richard used his brother for support, letting the last mass of cum squirt out while he enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm. There was something special about this orgasm, something no other orgasm had ever given him. He knew it instantly: This orgasm had the thrill of victory with it, a victory of life and death over his brother. Still high on his sexual rush, Richard pulled out from Eric's ass and hauled the exhausted twin to his feet.

"Let's go," he nearly shouted. "I think father would like to hear of this." Eric was too distraught to put up a fight, and he went easily - although clumsily - when Richard shoved him forward.

Richard knocked hastily on the door to their father's den. There was no reply at first, but the moment he went to knock again he heard their father's voice. "Enter!" Cyrus shouted. "But this better be good!"

The young Doberman took a deep breath, and then went inside. He stopped suddenly in surprise. Their father was busy being balls deep in the stuffed body of their mother. "H-Hello father...Eric and I have something to tell you."

Cyrus eyed them curiously, though his gaze was narrow. "What is this about? Why is your brother tied up and..." he sniffed the air, "why do I smell the scent of sex?"

And so Richard explained to his father the challenge Eric had issued. He shoved the defeated Doberman in front of him. Eric took one look at his father and started weeping.

The old Doberman sighed and pulled out from his toy. He walked up to Eric and gave him a pat on the head. "I thought I raised you to be smarter than that. You should know better than to make a huge gamble, especially this early in the game." His gentle touch turned hard, and he gripped Eric's throat with murderous strength. "You have bet your life and lost. You are no longer my son, just a piece of meat that needs beheaded."

He shoved Eric away and walked over to a nearby dresser. After rummaging through it, he pulled out a key and tossed it to Richard. "Use this to unlock the door behind me. I will join you in just a moment."

Richard nodded and led Eric into the next room. The room was dark and cold. When they stepped inside, the lights came on automatically. The walls and floor were a cold concrete, and there were no windows at all. In the middle of the room was a wooden block, with a small groove at one end. Several cuts lined the area of the groove. Richard pushed Eric towards the wooden block, a weary smile on his face. "I guess this is it, huh brother?"

Eric did not respond. He had become forlorn the moment their father had disowned him. The glassy look in his eyes betrayed his loss of his will to live

Richard grumbled at his brother's lack of response, but did nothing else. He helped Eric to his knees and bent him forward so that his neck rested comfortably within the groove.

Cyrus entered moments later, holding an axe in his paws. "I used this axe to behead my brothers." He handed the axe to Richard. "Now you can carry on the tradition by beheading your brother with it."

Richard took the axe with trembling paws. He stared at the shining metal blade and the sleek wooden shaft. Such a precious family heirloom was now in his possession. "Thank you father," he said as he gave a quick bow. After turning to face the chopping block, Richard took a deep breath. He looked down at his brother, who just stared blankly ahead. He tightened his grip on the axe and slowly raised it above his head. He took careful aim, and did his best to steady his trembling body.

Seconds passed, and then they turned into minutes. Suddenly, Richard felt a pair of powerful paws clasp around his own. He felt his father's strong body press up behind him, and the older canine's long, solid cock bury between his ass cheeks. "This is your first time taking a life, so I shall help you do it."

With his father's strength and confidence behind him, Richard once more took a deep breath. He tensed his muscles, and brought the axe down with a roar. The metal blade severed Eric's neck with ease. The canine's flesh and bone gave way easily to the powerful wedge, and the axe did not stop until it hit the wooden block with a loud and echoing THUNK! Eric gave a final gasp as he died, his face ironically springing to life just as the blade cut through. The severed mass thumped onto the concrete floor. Blood sprayed from the neck, coating the axe and Richard with crimson liquid. Eric's decapitated body shuddered violently before falling to its side.

Richard hardly took notice of the blood. Moments after he chopped his brother's neck, his father shoved him forward and began fucking him hard. It hurt like hell, and yet felt wonderful at the same time. It was his father's way of showing how proud he was.

Some weeks after, Richard sat in his cozy armchair, made of expensive leather. He leaned back and enjoyed the feel of having his own den. Cyrus had rewarded him by transforming Eric's old room into a den for him. He was expected to fill the walls with plenty of trophies, but for now he was content with just the one. Above the fireplace was the mounted head of his former brother, Eric. The dead canine's face held a smile, with his muzzle slightly open. Richard felt his brother should always be looking happy, especially since he was the one who made Richard's dreams come true. Richard sighed as he put his feet up on his new ottoman - Eric's body. Eric's corpse had been stuffed and mounted in a kneeling position. Richard wanted it to have a practical use, so he chose a kneeling position so he could rest his weary feet, and when he was in the mood, easily fuck his new toy.

Richard murred happily as he envisioned what new things lied ahead of him. He placed his fingers to his mouth, and blew his brother's head a kiss. "Thanks so much for being an idiot, little brother. I know you must be lonely, but don't worry... I'll be sure to give you company very soon." He started to chuckle, and the chuckling soon turned in to full blown laughter.

T he End