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I was annoyed about my long days at uni; a full schedule, people to learn to know, not to speak of the long commute home. I had to concentrate on the lectures and on communicating with my peers rather hard. Building connections and also not failing your classes immediately seemed like important parts of life. But my mind slipped easily to think of the fun I'd be having once I got home again. I could only imagine Liam struggling with the same issue.

After we started ourselves off on Saturday, by Tuesday or so, we had got comfortable enough to just ignore the taboos and the awkwardness and instead do what lust and love made us want to. Liam had made it very clear he likes to bottom, and I was more than happy to let him. We had tried anal by Sunday, and were more than happy with the roles we picked. Liam was a bit concerned about how much it'd show on him on Monday at work, but while he later said he was indeed a bit sore, it was nothing he couldn't manage to hide. He had almost sounded like he was challenging me.

Monday we hadn't had much time for anything, mostly because Liam's work had been a shitstorm all day, and he was stuck doing overtime late. He opted to go to sleep early, and was content with spooning in bed. That was until it got too hot and too cramped for two grown dudes to share a one-person bed, not helped by the past day having been exceptionally warm. I voluntarily headed to my own bed to sleep the rest of the night.

And thus we arrived at Tuesday. A few days before our parents returned, but that was still far away in our minds. I arrived home to an empty house; Liam usually came home a little bit later than me. It was the perfect moment to take a shower, and then sit down and watch some series everybody had been telling me to check out. I washed myself quickly, but then did not watch the show immediately. By the time I got to the episode list, I decided that the normal TV sound wouldn't be enough, and went to get the fancier speakers. They had hyped the soundtrack as amazing, after all. I headed to the room next to our entrance, that we had ended up storing everything in. But boy was that place ever filled to the brim with stuff; old furniture, various tools and things I barely even knew we had, with no sign of the speakers. I did find something else that caught my interest. A bunch of zip ties.

I had to empty part of the room and move a bunch of heavy boxes out of the way before I finally laid my eyes upon the speakers. Large ones with great audio, in a tangled mess of cables, and also dusty beyond conception. I was excavating them out by the time Liam made it home.

"Are you blockading me from coming home?", he asked. "Why's all this shit here?"

I emerged from the storeroom. "A little birdie told me you've had your brother fuck you in the ass. That's gay, and simply won't cut it in a good Christian household. You're banned from coming in." I grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him deeply.

"Did you miss me?", I asked as I leaned back again.

"Not after I saw your face again.", he quipped at me.

"Anyway", I rolled my eyes, "I'm digging out the big speakers to connect to the TV."

"Why?"

"To record your bitchy squeals as I fuck you and then play it back full volume to forever annoy you."

"You know, I wouldn't-", Liam said, as I smacked his ass, making him let out a loud yelp.

"Go, don't stand in the way. I'm gonna watch a show and I really need it to have good sound."

"Whatever.", he replied, rubbing his buttock, before moving over a couple boxes to slip through. "I've gotta shower, it was chaos at work again and I smell like shit."

I managed to get all speakers and cables out, and somehow also managed to stuff the boxes and other stuff back in without dying in an avalanche I expected to happen as I stacked heavy boxes on top of each other. Carrying the speakers, cleaning them, and finally connecting them to the TV was a lot of work, but I managed it well enough. I sat back down on the sofa, and tried the speakers out. The intro sequence of the show, a dramatic display of mountaintops, rugged wastelands, and rows upon rows of marching soldiers, with suitably grandiose music was a perfect test of the sound quality. I turned the volume way up, and it was great, it even drowned out Liam's yelling from his room, whatever online game he was losing at in there.

I was captivated by the storytelling and the indeed amazing soundscape, but a couple episodes in, I was pulled out of the trance I was in when I realised I was hungry. Luckily, I had saved some snacks just for these sorts of moments, just something quick to chuck in the microwave and stuff in your face. I sprang up, went to the fridge, opened it and -

The snacks were gone. A comically very well timed dramatic riff from the TV accompanied my discovery. The detectivework didn't take very long. The bastard.

I pause the show, swing by to get one of the zip ties I found, and walk over to Liam's room. I open the door to see him watching some video. The evidence is strewn around him on the desk. He notices me, and takes off his headphones.

"What do you want?", he asks in an eager tone.

"Would you mind telling me," I said, while leaning on the doorframe, "where you got that food from?"

"Where'd you think? What about it?"

"Those were mine and there weren't any left when I went to get them."

"They were yours?"

"I explicitly told you that only twice."

Liam leaned back in his chair. "So whatcha gonna do about it then?"

I smiled mischievously. "Oh, I'll come up with something." Walking towards him, I pulled out the zip tie. He saw it, and he knew my intentions.

"Oh noooo", he said excitedly, "am I being arrested?"

"Time to capture a criminal and enact justice. Hands behind your back."

I pulled him up from his chair, and he pretended to resist. His wagging tail broke that façade quickly. I grabbed his arms, put them behind his back, and bound them with the tie. I escorted him to my room, and sat him down on the bed.

"Time for your punishment.", I declared. A bulge grew in his pants, and he responded to me with an impatient look.

"On your stomach, and lift your ass up.", I commanded, and he did not hesitate to do so, lifting his tail up invitingly. I sat down, resting my back against the wall, and had him lay sideways over my legs. A couple gentle claps on his buttocks made the situation clear to him, and he wriggled in anticipation. I pulled his pants down and rubbed his ass, before finally giving it a firm smack. Liam yelped, in pain and in pleasure, turning into moans as I continued striking his buttocks. After a moment, I stopped to pull down his underwear, revealing his beatiful ass, and his dick, wet with precum, hard as a rock. While I continued spanking him with one hand, I slowly stroked his dick with the other. He responded with loud squeals and moans.

"You like this, don't ya?", I asked him, as my palm struck his ass once again.

"Ohh, yeah... Gimme... More...", he moaned to me between the smacks.

"Harder?"

"Yes!", he begged. His moans and yelps became even louder as I struck with more and more force, with each strike also giving off a resounding smack, all the while my other hand was covered in yet more precum. Liam leaked like a broken faucet by this point. A few moments later, in the midst of his moans, he shouted "WAIT."

It was too late, however; by the time I reacted, I had smacked him a final time, and he let out a long, loud grunt as he came on my hand. I waited for him to finish, while he shot cum multiple times yet. As his orgasm finally passed, he lay in place, breathing heavily.

"What was it?", I asked.

"I... I just didn't want to cum yet.", he huffed.

"Welp, here we are."

I reached my cum-coated hand to his face. "Clean up.", I told him. And he cleaned, licking his mess off me.

"What did you learn about taking my food though?", I asked him when he was done.

"That I should do it more often."

"You think so?", I asked, giving him another firm strike on the ass. "My little brother is a bitch who loves a good spanking?"

"Yeah."

A moment passed, with me stroking his fur and tail. "Time to wreck that ass more, now it's my turn to have fun.", I said, while pulling off my pants and underwear. I had been aroused myself as well, and I felt it a relief to get my dick out from my pants. Before I sat up on my knees behind Liam, I pulled off his pants and underwear completely and threw them on the floor to be out of the way, adjusted his pose, and started rubbing myself against his ass. I hotdogged him just to tease, and then got up from bed.

"Hey, where're you going asshole?", Liam yelled.

"I forgot the goddamn lube."

"Oh."

A second attempt, this time with plenty of lubricant, I teased him a bit more, touching my tip against his ass, but not going in. He cursed at me, until I grabbed his tail and pushed myself in, slowly. He had taken me once before, and it made it slightly easier, but it was still better to take it easy. Bit by bit, I went deeper, with him moaning with pleasure again. After a moment, I was all in, and grabbed his sides. Slowly again, but not quite as slow, I pulled outwards, and back in. He pushed into my humps, and I fastened the pace. My breaths became heavier, going out with low grunts. All these sensations were still very new to us, and we revelled in all their euphoric glory. I leaned over Liam's body, breathing into his neck, holding him by the shoulders. His moans and grunts only made me more and more aroused. He grabbed me by the fur with his bound hands to keep me down, and I rested my body on top of his, fucking him faster and deeper again. Our bodies, close, warm and sweaty, were almost as one in the moment, and with every hump I felt myself getting closer to cumming, with my knot swelling.

"Do you want it?", I asked Liam, while lingering on a hump to make him aware of my knot.

"Tie me!", he begged. I could feel myself getting closer and yet closer, and the thought of knotting my own brother did wonders to my arousal, especially as he continued begging loudly to me, "Knot me, seed me! Cum in me!". Last time, I had pulled out to finish, instead of knotting, but now was the time to claim his ass.

I turned around while still inside, and pushed back into him to make the tie. My knot was swelling to full, as it finally went in, and it sent a wave of warmth and pleasure coursing through my body. Liam let out long, heavy moans, apparently he came again. A couple tugs and Liam's moans in my ears was all I needed to send me over the edge too, shooting cum deep into his ass, more than I had ever shot before. I was left panting, and Liam sank his ass back down, taking me with him to lay on top.

"I love you, Dylan.", he told me. "I'm yours now, for real."

"I love you too." was all that I had to tell him back.

After a few deep breaths and a final fading of our orgasms, we returned back to the reality of our situation. We were tied for however long it takes, Liam's hands were still bound, I was on top of him, and I was turned around so we couldn't even kiss and cuddle until I got my knot out.

"...so what now?", I asked. "I'd make out with you but you're the wrong way around."

"YOU'RE the one the wrong way around.", Liam informed me. "You turned around to knot, you idiot. But anyway, I don't mind."

"How so?"

"Remember my thing for your paws?", he said laughing.

"Oh right, that." I moved my legs around to locate his face, until my paws were in place. "There you go then, have fun."

"I will.", he said, taking deep breaths of them, and lapping his tongue over my toes and pads, sucking on them, and enjoying them to the fullest. I didn't mind it, he'd get to have fun. I rested my head on my arms and thought. I had no idea how long we'd be stuck like this, and there wasn't really anything within reach to occupy my time with. Goddamnit, stuck on the wrong side of bed, my phone would have been on the other side. All options I had were the mattress, Liam's legs, and some clothes barely within reach on the floor. I didn't consider Liam's paws as an option, I wasn't into that, now was I? I had to stop and consider again. Liam sure was doing a good job on my paws, it felt nice, maybe it is fun to do after all? I didn't have anything else to do anyway.

Hesitantly, I reached for one of his paws. He stopped licking mine, intending to ask something, but I cut him off before he could. "Shut up, there's nothing else to do." He resumed his worship, while I pulled his paw close. It smelled like... not really anything remarkable. Shower soap, and sweat he had worked up being horny. Fuck it, whatever. I licked his pads and toes like he did, tried sucking one for good measure. Maybe there was something to it after all. The feel on my tongue, the soft fur on his paws, the squishy pads. The ever lingering taboo of this being my brother's paws. The reciprocity of doing it to him back. The love I could show him in yet another way. I grabbed his other paw, and set off lathering them both in spit. Long licks, quick licks, toe sucking, all that was indeed fun. And we were now both enjoying ourselves to the fullest. Guess it could have turned out worse.

After some time, my knot loosened, and I popped it out of Liam's ass. Now free to get up, I put my paws on the floor, and was reminded that they were wet with Liam's spit, making the floor feel especially cold. I walked over to grab some scissors and cut the zip tie to let Liam loose as well.

"Oh, sweet freedom.", he said, shaking his arms. "That was great."

"It was. Better than expected." I kissed him, having waited for quite a while to do so.

"You learned to like my paws now then?"

"I guess so."

Liam was about to get up, when he got a reminder of what had been done to him.

"Ah fuck I'm sore.", he complained.

I cracked a smile. "Good luck hiding this tomorrow."

"Maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow."

"You think 'My brother wrecked my ass beyond comprehension' is a valid excuse?"

He laughed. "We'll see what I come up with."

The rest of the night, what was left of it until we had to go to bed, we talked. We talked about all the things that turned us on, what things we'd love to do. And ways we could slip away to fuck when our parents were back at home again. At the end of it, we had plenty of ideas to try out.