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Liked the last one so did another. Different characters but same universe.

I sat in my room royally pissed. A growl steadily rumbling from my chest. My idiot older brother used my computer to work on a University paper. After which he raided my history, and after finding some juicy bits, decided to be an asshole about it.

The whole thing sparked a family argument. Gay son, conservative parents, never a good mix. The whole time there he sat, wide grin on his face while I was being lectured and picked apart. Ultra grounded my dad said. No friends, no cellphone, no computer. Worst part was he tasked his precious Johnathan with driving me back and forth to school.

I was 18, had a license and a car. A car I paid for with my own money after working part time all Summer. But no, ultra grounded. Car was on jacks in the garage, tires were who knows where. He was dead, fully and completely dead.

I didn't know how I would get him back. I just knew that it would be without mercy. The days were all the same. School, ride home, ride to work, ride back home. John had a laugh about it for a while. But soon the fun started to wear thin. My punishment had become more of a chore for him by the end of the first week.

“This is such bullshit, you're the fucked up one."

“Should have thought things through Johnathan," I said his name in a tone mocking our mom.

“Get fucked, they should have just tossed you out. Save us all the hassle."

When he pulled into the parking lot I slammed his car door shut and stormed into clinic. I was so done with him. He was bigger than me and had that not been the case. Had I been the muscled one and he smaller I would have destroyed him. But I just grit my teeth, ignoring his cursing before he peeled out and drove off.

“Aaron my boy, what's eating you?"

I took a breath and shook off as much anger as I could before smiling weakly at the skunk who was my boss.

“Just family drama, sorry Doctor Mills. I finished transcribing all of your notes last night."

“Don't worry about that. No patients are in right now, how about we step into my office and talk?"

I just nodded and followed him into his office. He shut the door behind us.

“Now tell me everything."

I snorted, but did so. Telling him what my brother did. How many parents handled it and how my brother was making it worse by taking it out on me that his fun little game had run it's course. Doctor Mills just nodded thoughtfully. Letting me finish my story before he sat back in his leather backed chair.

“Normally I'd let things run their course. But it seems you're in a tough spot. If you don't mind a helping hand and maybe even a nudge. I could give you something most interesting."

I raised a furred brow at that.

“What do you mean? Nothing you can do will smooth things over Doc."

“You say that, but what I said was true. A friend of mine tested something for me. Had a similar problem. His friend, and I offered up this."

He pulled a vial from his desk. The corked top sealing in some clear liquid.

“What is that?"

“Not something I prescribe lightly. This will make the mind of anyone who drinks it malleable. All you need to do is make a few suggestions and put in some work to cement the changes. Musk is best, musk and time. So how about it Aaron? One drink and you'll be able to adjust your relationship in any direction you want."

I sat in front of the clinic sitting on the sidewalk. The vial carefully tucked into my front pocket. My brother was late, deliberately. No doubt he'd wait until one of our parents told him to get me before I could find a new way to ruin the family image in the eye of the public.

He showed up nearly an hour late. The clinic had closed for the night and Doctor Mills was long gone. Having wished me luck before he called it a night.

“You're late," I half snarled at the larger lion.

“Shut it bitch and get in. I have better shit to do than chauffeur your faggity ass around. Got a smoking college chick to bone."

He was pushing all the buttons. I was committed at that point, I'd use it. Didn't care if it worked or not. Didn't care if he ended up roofied, or screwed up. I was angry and done with his attitude. He pulled up to the house and I stormed inside as he drove off to have his fun.

I climbed the stairs not even looking at my mom who stayed up. To ensure I made it back no doubt. She didn't speak to me anymore. When she would it was always indirectly and about how she hoped the neighbors couldn't tell a gay lived under our roof.

Slumping across my bed I held the vial in my hand. When John came back I'd find a way to slip it to him. I'd stay up all night if needed. Follow him wherever he went. Whatever it took, he was drinking this stuff tonight.

A couple hours after my mom went to bed I heard his car pulling up. My ear perked at his door closing. I stealthily slipped downstairs and into the kitchen before he opened the front door. He walked in as I was pulling a glass from the cupboard.

“Shouldn't your prissy ass be in bed?"

“Getting something to drink. Want something?"

“Yeah sure, may as well get used to being a little wifey. Grab me a Gatorade from the garage. Going to chill in the living room."

Works for me, I thought to myself. I watched him leave the room and heard the TV come on. With a shrug I stepped out into the garage and pulled a bottle from the case. Buying in bulk was clearly paying off.

I put a few ice cubes into a glass before emptying the vial. Pocketing it before I topped off the glass with the blue colored sports drink.

“Thanks bitch, you'll make some lucky stud real proud wont you wifey?" He said taking the glass from me. Nursing on it while watching a replay of some football game or another. I slipped back into the kitchen. Watching from the shadows so he wouldn't get suspicious. Waiting for him to finish the drink.

Doctor Mills didn't say how long it would take. I just kept hoping that it would be soon. The minutes seemed like hours. John not seeming interested in downing his drink. Always taking a few sips here and there. After what felt like an eternity, the cramp in my leg from kneeling wasn't helping, he tilted the last drops into his mouth.

Finishing the drink, ice and all. But how would I know if it was taking effect? Damn it, why hadn't this been discussed? It was important. With a quiet sigh and a silent prayer to Doctor Mills I stood best I could with my prickly leg. Wincing with each step thanks to the pins and needles.

John noticed me and turned to look back before I made it halfway. His pupils looked dilated. Maybe he was drinking before. I couldn't remember if smelled like alcohol before. This whole plan just kept feeling like it was going downhill.

He just gave me this odd grin and fell to his side across the couch. I decided now was the time to strike. Either the drugs were working or he was drunk. Either way he wouldn't fight back much. I rounded the couch. Eyes falling on his large feline body. Powerful muscles, thick golden mane and a very visible bulge in his pants.

I was on him before I knew what was going on. My legs straddled his head. Putting him at sexual ground zero while my face was just above his tented shorts. I stifled a moan as he nosed into my growing erection through my slacks. The thin fabric being all that kept my now rock hard cock from him. Underwear being ditched to help my scent travel.

I gasped, his broad tongue running over my trapped lionhood. I'd have given it to him then and there but I had enough sense to know better. We needed to take this somewhere private and soon. I let him get a few more licks in before rolling off the couch. Taking his padded hand in mine.

“Come on big brother, let's go snuggle upstairs."

He just gave a nod, getting to his feet. He didn't make it far before he was shoving his flat nose under my arm. Taking in a long, deep whiff. It took longer than I wanted to coax him out of the living room and up the stairs.

The slightest sound could wake our parents and my musk drunk brother kept going back for more. Another sniff under one pit, a quick lick under the other. Huffing along the back of my neck with every step I convinced him to take.

My heart was on the verge of exploding out of my chest by the time I finally got him into my room. Didn't want to ruin any progress by having my musk overpowered in his. So we would have to deal with my smaller bed.

I quickly removed my shirt, scattering buttons and tearing fabric in the process. My brother wasted no time. Diving right on into my unshowered armpit. Sniffing it for all that it was worth while his tail swayed behind him.

“That's it big brother, it's all yours now. As much as you want and more. Now we need to go over a few things. So listen up."

His ears flicked at my words, standing up to take them eagerly.

“You're my slave now. Got that? I own every single bit of you. From ear tips to the end of your tail."

“Yes," he huffed into my underarm giving a nod.

“Good, you'll do every single thing I tell you from now on. You love serving your little brother don't you slave?"

He gave another nod, his rock hard cock straining against his tight shorts.

I spent several minutes explaining his new role to me. His new sexual identity. He wasn't straight, he was just confused. He felt ashamed, so he forced himself to try women. But he couldn't deny who he was. He liked men and only men. Twinks were his favorite sort. Twinks like me.

His hands were all over me after that. Rubbing my body, front and back. He squeezed my ass and kissed his way up and down my chest.

“That's it, worship my body slave. It's all you'll ever need now. All you'll ever crave. Every sexual fantasy has brought you right here with me."

He tried to kiss me but I turned my head catching him with my cheek. I told him how he planted everything on my computer. How he didn't want to be the gay brother and tried to hide his shame behind me. Then I really twisted the knife. Telling him how he got off on that shame. He loved being shamed, humiliated.

If this all took hold for good like Doctor Mills said he'd come out of it with a raging boner for humiliation play. With a grin I pressed on. Telling him if he really wanted to be with his hot twink brother he'd need to shave his mane in the morning. Buzz it clean off for me. He'd be embarrassed to do it, a big stud of a lion. But if he wanted such a hot twink, well he had to do it.

He eagerly agreed, nodding and whispering promises to do it. To prove to me that he was willing to do what was needed. I undid my slacks, kicking them off before moving to remove his shorts. He helped me get them off, shucking off his tighty whities as well to free his drooling cock.

I took both our shafts in my paws. Rubbing our barbed tips over ourselves from tips to base. His was bigger than mine but not by much. My balls were larger though. He moaned and bucked his hips. Until I told him to hold still.

My larger and older brother let me take the lead. I frotted with him for a few thrusts of my hips before we moved onto my bed. I had him lay on his back before returning to the position we started it all in. He eagerly took my barbed cock into his muzzle. Suckling on it, giving his first blow job his all.

I leaned down and returned the attention. His cock smelled and tasted of latex. I put that out of my mind, too horny to care. Both of us sharing a first. But any time I did something he enjoyed he'd mirror it. Each of us getting better and blowing the other with every bob our heads made. Moaning to each other, covered in a thin layer of sweat.

We raced to get the other over the edge. A quick flick of his tongue was all it took to get me there first. I tensed, moaning loudly into his fat tool as my thick spunk flooded into his waiting and eager maw. He drank down every spurt before licking my tip clean. When I came down from my high I doubled my efforts.

Working his cock with my muzzle faster. I cupped his balls, working his barbed tip further and further back. I wasn't able to throat him, but I did my best to make up for it. He leaned his head back, moaning loudly. His balls emptying for the second, to my knowledge, time that night. I drank him down. Letting some of his cum pool in my maw.

Once I'd pumped him dry I rolled my body around and shared my prize with him. He returned the kiss eagerly and didn't even flinch as I drooled some of his load into his muzzle. It was swallowed without hesitation and he even licked my tongue clean. I broke the kiss, tapped my nose against his before resting my head across his large chest.

He held me protectively in his arms. We slept just like that. Holding each other until my alarm brought us out of our little slice of paradise. I groggily reached over to silence it. My brother starting to stir. Our eyes met and I hoped beyond hope that the drugs did what Doctor Mills said. Lasting mental change.

There was a small look of panic and concern. But I watched as it faded. He gave me a tight squeeze before settling back into the bed under me.

“We should just stay home today." He said breaking the silence between us.

“Cant, we both have school and it'll look suspicious if we both claim to be sick while staying in the same room."

“Fine sexy, get dressed and see if the coast is clear."

I gave a nod before pulling on a pair of shorts from my dresser and a clean shirt while my brother threw on what he wore the night before. I casually stepped out into the hall before giving him a nod. He silently slipped into the hall, opened his door and vanished behind it.

Dad was in the kitchen getting ready for work. He growled when he saw me and grabbed his lunchbox. Hastily leaving the room without a word. Mom was already at work so it was just me and John. I was about to yell at him to hurry up when he came down.

My mouth hung open, he'd shaved his mane. Best he could himself anyway. He just gave me a nervous smile.

“Can you help me with the back."

With a nod I followed him up. Making quick work of the thick fur. Trimming it down to just the base coat. He looked so much younger. Shifting nervously he looked at me behind him in the mirror.

“It looks good on you. Nice and proper for a tail raising fag boy."

He winced at the words but the bulge in his shorts was plain as day.

“Come on stud, you've got to get me to school. We can play more later."

“Yes Sir, I cant wait." He said with a slight purr. His tail brushing against the front of my shorts.

This was the first morning he was pressing the buttons I wanted.

I gave his sculpted ass a hard smack as I followed him out.

“Better keep our secret. Wouldn't want the parents to turn on us both."

“Yes Sir, I know."

I couldn't focus in class. Every time I tried to get my mind on track it would wander to that buff bottom boy I'd created. If not for our parents I'd pound him in an instant. It was a struggle, fighting my sexual desires while avoiding being homeless. Maybe John could get a part time job and we could get a small place of our own.

The desire was sexual and not at all aimed at ruining what future he had planned. Before he graduated he wasn't such a dick. A small correction and he'd be just as he was. I licked my lips, as he was and more.

John looked around nervously as we pulled up to the clinic. Seeing no one around he went for a kiss. I returned it, holding our lips together in his car. I wanted more but we didn't have the time. Time, privacy, I finally had a hunky guy and couldn't even enjoy him fully.

Work was pretty normal. Mostly administrative stuff that Doctor Mills and front desk lady, Sandy, couldn't get to during the busy parts of the day. Doctor Mills popped into the small back office I was set up in. I was transcribing more of his notes onto the computer.

“How did it go?" He asked closing the door.

“He drank it slowly, but it took less than an hour to kick in. The effects are lasting even when consumed over a period."

“Sound like you're talking about an experiment."

“Aren't I though? You said you tested it, well a friend did. But you never said anything about how long it took to kick in. Never said how you'd know it did. Lot of unknowns Doctor."

“Well then, I appreciate how thorough your note taking was. Type up something for me. Everything you remember. I have a couple new ones if you're up for further testing. Mixed them up last night. They may not even work as intended. But if they do, well, given you wanted some revenge it may be up your alley."

I wasn't even waiting when John pulled up. He was already outside by the time I clocked off. But we weren't leaving just yet. I needed privacy and Doctor Mills offered up the clinic as host. I walked up to the windowed door of the clinic and motioned for my lion to come.

He didn't keep me waiting. John was out the car and shoving his keys in his pocket within seconds. Eagerly making his way up to the door of the closed clinic. I unlocked it and let him in.

“Come on kitten, let's have ourselves some alone time."

His tail swished at that and he was on me in a flash. Our lips met, arms around each other. He was hard from excitement as was I. Excitement from the heat of the moment, and to see what our new vials would do. I broke the kiss and led him back into one of the lesser used exam rooms. A camera had been set in place to capture the whole thing.

“Strip kitten, show your King how sexy you are." I said as I slipped my button down shirt off.

He grinned, working his tight fitting tank top off nice and slow for me. My slacks were far, far too tight. I shucked them off, kicking my boxers to the side to free my hard cock. Getting a purr of appreciation from my big brother.

With a sway in those hips he slowly popped the button lose. Inching his fly down while working his body back against an unseen stripper pole. I was torn between letting him finish and telling him to just get it over with. The part that wanted him to finish won out. His body was beyond a thing of beauty. Hand crafted through countless hours of hard work on his part.

He was everything that made my cock throb. And thanks to some mind altering drugs, I was the same to him. Slowly he worked his shorts down. Stepping out of them to stand in just his briefs. The fabric stretched beyond the limit to contain the basket of goodies he was carrying.

I huffed, his scent was heavy in the air.

“Hop up on the exam table kitten."

He took a few steps and laid on his side across the barely padded table. His nearly naked body laying right on it. The paper strip hadn't been pulled over it. I panted at the thought of his sweat being stuck in that plastic covering for days.

A grin crossed my muzzle as I stepped over to my pants. Retrieving the vials from the front pocket. I held them up, one in each hand.

“Kitten's choice, right or left?"

“Oh? What's my boy have there?"

“A surprise, you have to pick though."

“Hmm...Left then I guess."

I held it out to him and he took it. Looking at it curiously.

“Drink kitten."

He just gave a shrug before easing out the cork before downing it all in one go.

“Blech, what is this stuff?"

“No idea, Doctor Mills gave it to me. Said it would be fun. Let's see how much."

I closed the distance. Placing the second vial on a nearby cart. John did the same before I hopped up on top of him. We ground our bodies together. Kissing heavily as our cocks throbbed between us. After a moment I pulled back and looked down at his briefs. It felt like he was getting smaller.

“What the hell? My cock! What's it doing?" John asked half panicked.

“Looks like it's shrinking kitten. Wonder how far it'll go."

I grabbed a measuring tape from a drawer of the examination table and held it against his diminishing length. We watched together as it went from what must have been 7 inches of thick meat to under 5. With a grin I counted out each inch he lost as he just laid there whining. Four inches came within seconds, just over four and a half.

“Three inches. Your barbs are receding as well. Kitten has a smooth little nub now. Nice plump balls though so your undies are still filled out fairly well."

He laid his ears back. Whimpering as he looked at what was now his cock. It was rock hard, drooling and under half the original size.

“What's the other one do?"

“No clue, you're free to try it if you want."

His hand shot out in an instant and he make short work of the contents. Placing the empty vial next to the other on the tray before his eyes met mine.

“What if it stays small?"

“Well then you really are nothing but a little kitten then aren't you? Cant be a real lion with this little thing. Never taken a cock before but I sure as hell can manage that without problem. Little guy will need a strap on to please me."

His cheeks were so red I could clearly see them under his tan fur. The tent in his undies was barely noticeable at all. His larger package has stretched the fabric so now it was hard to even see the little cock throbbing. But it was throbbing, and spurting a lot of pre.

He groaned, watching his groin intently.

“It's working!" He cried out.

He was right, something was growing down there. His furry balls were what was growing. Going from the size of golf balls to matching mine in short order. We watching on in fascination as they kept growing like ripening fruit. Doubling in size until his undies were again stretched tight. His fat sack larger than an orange.

“Going to have to work that nub raw to keep these big guys drained aren't you kitten?"

He turned his head, face burning red.

I tugged on the waist band and he lifted his hips for me. Returning his attention so he could see up close what happened. The barbed tip was smooth as glass. The little pricks that jabbed his undies were all gone just like I thought. His balls were impressive though. I rubbed my paws over them drawing a loud moan from him.

“Sensitive!"

“I can see that. Hope it lasts, going to have lots of fun with that. Now let's get you bred so we can get home. Wouldn't want our parents to worry I'm up to gay shit."

I pulled a tube of ultrasound lube from a cabinet and squirted the gel over my length. John spread his legs, still blushing as I stepped up to him. I took him slowly. Working in little by little. He kept tensing up and would only stay relaxed for a brief moment.

“Never going to finish if you cant stay relaxed kitten. You want me to fuck you don't you?"

“Yes Sir, sorry!"

He finally eased up enough for me to bump my hips forward and sink the last of my throbbing lion dick inside. I moaned softly, drawing my hips back. He gasped, but tried to remain relaxed. My next thrust was steady. Working into him in a single motion without stopping.

He moaned and I felt his small cock throb between us. I panted, setting into a steady rhythm. My balls smacking against him heavily. He was finally taking it like a proper bitch. Relaxed, moaning, giving small clenches to coax me along. I wasn't going to last long. This was my first time and I'd been working myself up all day thinking about fucking him.

I slammed my hips forward and roared loudly. I felt my balls rise and tense as spurt after spurt of my spunk was released into his well bred hole. Panting heavily I looked at him and he whined.

“Please, finish me."

“Kitten...wants?" I asked through pants.

He gave a nod and another whine. I sat up a bit and took his small cock fully in my hand. Stroking it while giving him a few more thrusts with my spent and sensitive lionhood. He tensed and moaned weakly, hot ropes of his cum sprayed into my paw. Over my belly and chest. Matting my fur with a seemingly endless load that put my daily output to shame.

I just smiled at him and kisses his cheek.

“Good kitten, now let's get cleaned up and get home before we're missed."