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The Bottom Brothers for Sanmer by Draconicon

Pollux felt more than a little strange as he watched the stripper act on stage. The dragon on it looked so...familiar. He swore that if he hadn't had as many drinks - or if Castor had been a little bit more sober on the tele-fi - that he would recognize the latex-wearing Rock Hard. It was right on the edge of his brain, but the buzzing fuzz that filled his mind was just too much to look through.

Not that it matters. He's hot, but not as hot as Castor, the wolf thought with a small chuckle. He looked over at his twin brother. Ever since...that night, their bond had grown deeper and deeper. It was hard to deny that there was something there, even if everyone else would have called it wrong or depraved.

At least here, they could have a little fun. The drunk wolf looked around, glancing at the faces in the shadow as Rock Hard's act slowly came to an end. Just like with the stripping dragon, he swore that he should know half of them. While their faces were in darkness, their bodies were familiar. Like he'd felt them against him in the past. Lovers? People he'd fought? He honestly didn't know, and soon, he didn't care. Considering that they hadn't protested when he kissed and fondled his 'little' brother, they were better than most people in his life.

Turning to do just that, Pollux met his brother's lips and held a kiss with him, their hands busy under the table groping each other. Their latex costumes were stained inside, wet with pre, but neither of them cared. So what if they were hornier than ever before? So what if it started as soon as they'd walked into this strange club? So what if they were doing it in front of other people? It was still fun.

They were halfway towards an orgasm when the music for Rock Hard's act came to a halt. The dragon stepped off of the stage, and a small, chubby looking rat walked onto it, clapping his hand as the latex covered dragon made his way to the back stage.

"Wasn't that something, everyone? Wasn't that something?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Pollux shook his head, turning back to his brother. Despite the drunken feeling in his head, he wasn't at all wobbly in his chair. It was weird. He thought he'd be more clumsy. Nope, he was just fine, and he groaned as his brother's fingers fondled at his balls, rubbing them, squeezing them as the announcer went on.

"I hope that you got all warmed up with that act, because we got a new one here tonight that's sure to get you all off. Coming all the way from the other side of the city, we have not one, but two new performers."

Two performers? Whatever.

"Not just two new guys, though, but brothers as well. Can you imagine that? I know I'm not the only sicko here that wants to see two hot bros get it on, am I right? Am I right?"

Heh, at least the guy admits it. I guess we are somewhere safe, huh, Castor?

I guess we are, bro. Heh...

"Now, let's give a warm, welcoming hand to a pair of sluts that will warm your hearts and then your beds. The Bottom Brothers!"

Pollux had never heard of those guys, but no sooner had the music started playing than his body started moving. The wolf went wide-eyed as he stood up from the table, his brother doing the same as they started walking up towards the main stage. Pollux reached out -

• only to grin as he grabbed the stage rather than frown. A tingle went through his body as he made contact, and he felt the echo of it go through Castor on the other side. The pair of them grinned at each other as they leaped onto the stage, their costumes going from pure black to an aqua green for Pollux, and a purple for Castor. The latex around their crotches disappeared, and he moaned as his cock leaped free, standing up as tall as he did as he took the stage.

Castor stood at his side, and they turned to face each other as the music got louder. Pollux reached down, grabbing their cocks and pushing them together. They moaned in unison as he rubbed their shafts together, running up his and down his brother's, then vice versa. Pre flowed from their shafts, already aroused beyond measure before taking the stage, and the wolves growled in need for each other.

They walked slowly towards the center of the stage, off of the cat-walk as they stroked each other. Castor reached around him, stroking his ass, while Pollux kept up the steady cock stroking. The pair of them were shaking as they moved back, their knees weakening from the constant stimulation they gave each other.

They broke apart as they reached the stripper pole at the center of the stage, Pollux taking the position on the right, Castor taking up the left. His little brother faced the audience, standing in a wide pose that showed off his front, his throbbing cock, his balls - which the costume shaped itself to show - everything that a virile, powerful male should have.

He, on the other hand, turned his back to the crowd, bending forward and spreading his ass cheeks, showing off the way that the costume pulled away from his hole. It flexed as the crowd hooted and hollered, and he smiled. The feeling of appreciation from them was good, but not as good as -

"Give him a toy!"

The rat announcer's shout was answered by a thrown dildo, shaped like a horse. Considering all the superpowered individuals in the city, Pollux wouldn't have been surprised if someone with a detachment power had taken off his cock and thrown it up. But he didn't mind. He grinned, turning around and placing the cock down with the headpointing him, standing on tiptoes over it. Castor hurried over, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Wait, brother!"

"What is it?"

"You need to be wet first..."

Pollux grinned, and turned around, spreading his cheeks again with one hand and gripping his ankles with the other. He felt his brother's finger - and more importantly, his tongue - sliding along his ass cheeks. Even through the latex, it was easy to feel, and when they got to his hole, he moaned.

"Ooooh yes..."

He panted, squeezing his ass as he felt his brother's tongue flick over his hole, teasing him, wetting him. Each lick left behind more saliva than he expected, making his hole feel so slick and wet and almost slimy. His tongue hung out of his mouth, and he drooled onto the toy below him, slicking it up with his own spit.

Not long after the first lick, he felt Castor's finger slide past his rim. It entered easily enough, but he still grinned at the feeling of being pushed open by it, feeling it spread him open wider for the crowd to see. He wiggled his ass, and the crowd cheered.

"They like us, brother."

"Indeed. Let's give them a show."

Castor suddenly pushed in a second finger, and Pollux nearly fell over. His hole puckered around the pair of fingers, and he moaned louder than ever as his brother finger-fucked him for the crowd to see. His cock oozed pre onto his face, dripping down onto his chin and running down his muzzle onto the floor.

The wolf lifted himself up on tiptoes, his tail wagging slightly as he was fingerfucked harder and harder, Castor's tongue flicking over his rim every so often to keep it nice and wet. It was so good, and he almost forgot about the toy as he thought of his brother's cock right next to him, so close and so eager.

Then Castor pulled back, and Pollux panted as he recovered from the sheer lust. He stood up again, grinning as he grabbed his brother's cock.

"Thank you, bro. Now lick my face clean..."

He leaned forward as Castor licked up the pre on his chin and his cheeks, the crowd going nuts as the 'younger' brother licked up all the pre. It left Pollux with his fur sticking out in all directions, but he chuckled, giving his brother a lick on the nose in thanks.

Turning back to the toy, he knew it was time to give the crowd the penetration that they were looking for, particularly as another silhouette threw up a second toy for Castor to use. That one was accompanied by lube, thankfully, so neither of them had to wait any longer for their fun. Pollux knew that he didn't want to delay any longer in giving the crowd the shot of his ass spreading open, and he knew Castor felt the same.

With his ass still dripping his brother's spit, the wolf lowered himself until he felt the flared head of the horse cock rub against his hole. It was so wet, so warm, and he shuddered as he leaned back so that the crowd could watch. He felt his brother doing the same on the other side of the stage, and looked at him.

Ready?

Ready.

In unison, the two of them pushed down, spearing themselves on the biggest shafts that they'd ever taken. Their eyes rolled back in their heads, and they came together, squirting a load across the stage to the applause of the entire audience.

As the crowd were treated to more and more perverted acts, Olly and the White Tail were watching the Gemini Twins get more and more perverted, more and more corrupted in turn. The pair of them no longer seemed at all concerned with their modesty, their latex suits more and more formfitted to them. They called up volunteers after their third orgasm, and had a full on orgy going after the fourth.

"It looks like we're doing pretty well, eh, Olly?"

"You bet we are. With the recommendations that this slut's doing -"

The olinguito broke off, smacking the ass of the dragon between them.

"- and what we'll get from those sluts? We're going to have more business than we know what to do with."

"Excellent. And the other villains are on board for our expansions?"

"Yep. Gyroman is ready to trade his territory for a mind-zonked DynaDude, and I have at least four others willing to settle down if we can get them the hero slave of their dreams."

"Very - mmm - very good."

The fox grinned as Rock Hard continued sucking at his cock, rubbing the dragon's head. Every time that he saw the stripper, he remembered their old battles years ago. Before his long, forced retirement, White Tail might have been tempted by some of the deals that he was passing around the other villains. Now, he just wanted the full, total slutification of the heroes of the city, regardless of the time it would take.

And with Olly on his side, he had the perfect tools to do it.

The End