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My foot taps nervously on the floor as I glance at my phone for the third time in less than a minute. It's 11:45AM. Still no message from him. I try to appear casual, paying attention to the professor as he drones on and on about something math related, my mind simply too far gone in its own imagination to care about whatever he's saying. My orange foxy tail makes its presence known as it swings around behind me, another display of my obvious nervousness. God's dammit what's taking him so long-

A silent buzz comes from my phone, and I rush to turn it over, its screen lighting up with a message. It's him.

"3rd Floor. Bathroom. You have five minutes. Better be there or you know what will happen to you."

I bite my lip, a wave of fear and excitement coursing through me at the tone of it all. A part of me briefly considers not going, curious as to what "punishment" he'd give me, but end up deciding against it. At least this time.

I waste no time in getting up from my chair and speedwalking to the door, quietly excusing myself from class. No sooner does the door close, I break into a sprint.

I get to the bathroom in less than a minute. I stand there for a bit, just staring at the door, mustering up whatever courage I have to actually open it. It's the first time we'll be doing something like this in place so... public, and I wonder if it's a good idea. The tingling on my groin quickly dispels the thought, hormones and a horny brain taking over.

Opening the door, I'm greeted by the visage of my older brother Flynn. The much taller wolf's deep yellow eyes track onto me almost immediately. He walks forward, large and intimidating, his dark furred muscular frame quickly closes the gap, pushing me back onto the door as one of his large paws wraps around my neck in a tight squeeze. There's a small click when he locks the door, giving us some much needed privacy.

"You came. Good." His deep voice is calm, serene even. But the piercing, wild gaze tells me a different story. It's a hungry, predatory gaze of one who's found its prey.

His free paw reaches around my neck and grabs the fur on top of my head, pulling it to angle my muzzle upwards, our lips now barely touching. And then they meet. I shudder in bliss. It starts slow, gentle, loving even - a complete contrast to the position we're in - but it soon develops into something more. My muzzle parts, allowing his massive canine tongue to explore my mouth. And that he does. The kiss deepens as he delves further, exploring every single inch of my muzzle and into my throat.

I choke at the intrusion, but he presses on, completely ignoring my body's pleas for air. His thick drool coats my throat completely, and whatever escapes dribbles down the underside of my chin and onto the floor. The grip around my neck tightens a little more as he lifts me up and off the floor for better access, leaving me to hover a bit.

I'm not sure for how long it goes on, but it's enough that dark spots start to form at the edge of my vision, until in a moment of mercy, he finally breaks the kiss. I gasp for air, coughing from the soreness in my throat.

"Good bitch."

I don't even have any time to respond before I feel his heavy paw connect with my face in a loud slap. It echoes around the entire bathroom, the sheer amount of force leaving me disoriented. It feels like the entire room is spinning, the only constant being the sting of where he'd hit me, until I finally fall to my knees. That was probably what he intended though, as soon after he steps on my face, smushing it against the cold ground.

"Just where you belong, right bitch?" There's a hint of aggression, mixed in with the waves of wild lust that seemingly exude from him.

The pressure on my head builds as he lets more of his weight rest on me. I whimper and try to make myself small in show of submission. To show him what he already knows. That I'm his little bitch. My cock twitches at the thought, desperately trying to expand and escape my sheath. But the cage Flynn made me wear prevents it from doing either.

"Y-Yes sir. J-Just where I belong."

He's seemingly pleased at that, the pressure on my head relenting as he lifts his foot off me. "We don't have much time. You know what to do."

I nod, quickly approaching his footpaw, kissing it in reverence, and slowly trailing up towards his covered groin. The fabric of his underwear is barely holding onto the monster underneath. I pull it free, the massive meaty pole barely missing my face. He must be really pent up if it's already out of its sheath like that.

Even to this day I find it hard to believe how big it is. The entire thing is as long as my arm and quite a bit thicker. I looked in awe for a moment. The veins that bulge and pulsate with each throb. The constant stream of leaking precum. I barely notice that I'm drooling. An angry growl from my brother drags me back to reality though, as he pushes my head against his crotch.

"I thought I made it pretty clear that you should get to work." He says that through gritted teeth, patience clearly wearing thin. Not wanting to push my luck, I quickly get to it.

Considering I'm already face-to-face with his crotch, I just move my muzzle over to the underside of his cock, placing my head right in-between his balls, as the beast rests atop my head, pre mixing with my fur. As soon as I take a whiff of his musky scent, I can't help the whine that comes out. It's always been a weakness of mine, and when it comes directly from the source like this, it's hard to control myself. It's a deep, masculine earthy scent, with a very powerful musk behind it all. It's not unpleasant though. Far from it actually. The more I inhale the more I want to bury my nose in it and never leave.

My paws reach up to cup his massive orbs, gently massaging them. My tongue gets to work, as I slowly run it from the very bottom, up to just about the root of his sheath. Flynn growls, though this time it's not angry: it's a growl of pleasure. Judging by the wet, sticky feeling on my back, that's not very surprising. The precum is basically seeping into my clothes and fur. We'll definitely need to rush out to have any hope of not getting caught.

No matter. I refocus on my duty, doing a few more rounds up and down his balls until they're completely drenched in a mix of saliva and sweat. His growls get deeper and wilder as he thrusts into the air, clearly growing impatient by the minute. Considering we don't have much time, I decide to not keep him waiting, now making my way up the underside of his cock with my tongue.

I stop at the tip, my gaze traveling upwards while I nurse on his tip. His eyes are closed, face contorted into a snarl. His hands are balled up into fists, exerting what little self-control he has left to not just shove his cock down my throat. My own member twitches at the thought.

He thrusts again, prompting me to turn my attention back to his member. I can see the very obvious bulge of what could only be his knot, still stuck in his sheath. I wrap my paws around it, finally letting it free.

I barely have time to register what happens next, as Flynn suddenly pushes me against the wall, burying his cock halfway down my throat. I struggle against the sudden intrusion, trying to push him back and give me some time to breathe, but he doesn't relent. His growl is louder and wilder, lust evident.

"Fuck it, you asked for this." He pulls back slightly, allowing me to breathe a little, before shoving roughly shoving himself back in. I keep on struggling, pushing him back, but it's futile. He's bigger and stronger, completely overwhelming me. I gag over and over as he continues his assault on my throat, every thrust shoving himself deeper.

Despite that at the tears in my eyes from the strain, my cock can't stop twitching inside my cage, more than likely a dark spot of pre growing on the front of my pants.

Eventually his pace becomes erratic, throbbing wildly as the ropes of precum become thicker. He's close. Really close. Knowing we don't have time for him to tie my mouth right now, I use the little strength I have left to wrap my hand around the back of his knot and squeeze.

The result is pretty much immediate. Flynn let's out a loud growl, shoving himself as deep as possible, just short of actually pushing his knot in, as a torrent of cum gushes from his tip. It's salty, thick, and god there's so much.

He keeps me there, cock deep in throat for who knows how long. Each throb sends in another wave of cum deep in my stomach, mouth, and then dribbling down my chin. I start to go slack, the dark spots filling my vision again, when he finally pulls back, his cock coming out with a satisfying pop.

Even then he's still shooting, completely covering my face. I just stand there and take. Like a good bitch. His bitch.

"Good boy." He pets my head. I whine, my tail wagging uncontrollably. When the torrent of cum finally stops, he grabs some paper towels and start to clean both of us up, intermittently peppering me with kisses.

"We should go, the class will be over soon." Still wobbly from the lack of air, he helps me and leads us towards the door. The floor still has a massive puddle of cum on it. Oh well, the janitor has definitely seen worse.

Just as he's about to unlock the door, he turns me around and looks into my eyes, before giving me one last kiss.

"Next time, the knot is gonna go in, puppy~"