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A Few Magical Licks 2

For Asbeoth

By Draconicon

Paul's magical tongue stood him in good stead during the night, and not once did his older brother stand up to protest against the treatment he got. Dan was too busy moaning to be able to think straight, let alone act straight.

The Doberman grinned as the sun shone through the window the next morning, sighing to himself as he popped his knot free of his older brother's muscular ass once more. The audible pop filled the room, and his brother let out a gasping whimper as it slid free, reminding the other dog just how it felt to lose something so big in his ass.

Almost instantly, his brother was pushing his butt back, those bubble-butt cheeks clapping together from the muscles going insane. They wanted something inside them again, and it was clear that the emptiness was almost overwhelming the formerly-straight jock. Paul snickered to himself, getting to his feet and giving his own knot a good squeeze.

It was already going down, and no surprise. He'd bred his brother's ass no fewer than five times through the night, and that was with breaks to tease his brother's body with his tongue in other places. His cursed tongue had done a number on the jock, not just giving him an addiction to anal, but...

Well, why think about it when he would see it at school today? College was right around the corner, and try as he might, he doubted that Daniel would be able to hold onto the treasured college stud image that he had cultivated throughout the year.

"Bro...what...nnngh...oh fuck...fuck..."

Daniel ground his face into his pillow, whimpering in a way that was most unbecoming of an older brother. That was all the better for Paul. It meant that he had done his job perfectly. The naked Doberman laughed, grabbing his brother by the ankle.

"Mmmph! AH! What did...fuck...fuck..."

"Heh, it seems that my tongue's even better than I thought..."

He stroked a thumb along his brother's foot, and Daniel whimpered, his cock throbbing between his thighs as he groaned in pained pleasure. Considering how many times the former stud had been milked of his seed, he was probably shooting blanks at this point. That boner probably stung like hell.

And that was perfectly fine with him. He pulled his brother the rest of the way off his bed, gave him a slap across the ass, and pushed him toward the door.

"Go on. Get out."

"But...but John...and dad..."

"You better run to your room fast, then, if you don't want them to see you hard as a rock."

That was all that the other Doberman needed to hear. As much as he had been cursed in body, in his mind, he doubtlessly still considered himself a stud, still considered himself straight. That would last for a little while, Paul supposed. It was only a matter of time until he completely lost that point of view.

The youngest of the Doberman brothers laughed as he flopped out on his bed again, not caring that he was lying in a puddle of his brother's 'product.' The fact that it was still hot, still messy, only made it all the sexier to him.

In fact, it'd probably make a damn good lube for jerking off, now that he thought of it. Paul laughed, reaching under the small of his back and gathering some of it in hand, then bringing it to his dick.

It was just as slick and messy and raunchy as he had hoped.

The morning passed quickly, though not quickly enough for Paul's tastes. John was his usual bitchy self, grumbling about the fact that he'd been cut from a team due to bad grades. Dad was reading the paper, barely conscious as he got ready for work. Daniel was as quiet as the grave, probably hoping that if he stayed completely silent, he wouldn't get noticed, or wouldn't out himself as the anal-obsessed slut that he had become.

It worked, for the most part. The three brothers eventually left the table with no-one being the wiser, and they walked down to the bus stop. Or rather, Paul walked down to the bus stop, while John and Dan both got into their cars and rode to school that way. It was a little annoying, since it meant that his oldest brother was out of sight for a while, but that was the issue with forgoing driving lessons in high school, he supposed. You lost out on the chance to get a car when you graduated.

He leaned back on his seat, the chug-a-lug of public transport giving him the occasional kick in the small of his back. Familiar as the feeling of giving a good slut a slap on the ass, he thought with a smirk. He closed his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest.

Nobody really sat by him. That wasn't surprising, when it came down to it. They never did, what with the smells that he collected. This morning, he still smelled like Dan's cum, since he'd rubbed it into his dick and along his balls and hadn't had the chance to shower after his brothers' took all the time in the world in there. Probably Dan doing more to clean himself off, and experiment, if all other things were being equal.

He still smelled like musky sweat and gay sex, he supposed. Not a lot of people wanted to sit with that, even if they were into that sort of thing.

Still, at least it meant that he was left alone all the way to college, which was a plus on the slow mornings.

As he got off the bus at the bus stop at the edge of the parking lot, he scanned the lanes of cars for any sign of his brothers. John was easy to find, the other Doberman rushing up the steps towards school, but Dan's black car didn't seem to be anywhere in sight. He cocked his head to the side, puzzled, but imagined that his brother had to take a pit stop on the way to school. Either for coffee, or...

Well, if he stopped for other stuff, I'm going to be annoyed. I want to see.

Shaking his head, he walked up the steps to the main square of the campus. The large lawn was wet with rain from the night before, and the place was muddy as could be. Most people were avoiding it, with only those in a huge hurry running across the muddy square and risking slipping and sliding.

Paul chuckled, taking off his sandals and walking right through the middle of the square. The squelch-squish of mud between his toes was a lovely feeling, another messy thing that was a complete self-indulgence. He deliberately stepped down harder than he had to, feeling the mud rising between his toes, squishing against his soles as he walked along.

There were several students that turned to him with shock and a bit of disgust in their eyes, but that hardly bothered him. After all, he was just having a bit of fun. If they found it that disgusting, then they were allowed to. It wasn't like he was making them do it.

Step, squish, step, squish, the soft mud squelching beneath his feet and sqwooshing up along the sides of them. He deliberately pressed down more firmly, trying to sink his feet in even deeper, and he groaned under his breath as he felt the messy mud swallowing him at least an inch or two into it.

Sadly, it didn't last very long. He pulled his feet free at the other end of the square, then followed the edge of the building until he found one of the janitor's hoses. The Doberman washed his feet clean, put his sandals back on, and went into the main building.

The first room was a cafeteria, one of those that had four different food sources and two different drink dealers, with a coffee stand right in the middle of the room. He walked up to the latter, grabbing himself a latte before picking out one of the benches. As he didn't have his first class until the afternoon, he could sit and wait for Dan to show up.

Eventually, he would. The oldest brother wouldn't risk losing his sports scholarship due to some awkwardness. He'd show up and try and attend his classes. The question was, of course, whether he had the strength to pull himself together and make it work.

Paul was betting that he didn't.

As the Doberman sipped at his latte, he watched a number of students come in, most of them avoiding him like the plague while others just simply didn't notice he was there. They walked past him to the food court, then to the drinks, then to the coffee, and when they came to take a seat, they deliberately moved around him. Sometimes, they seemed to be trying not to look at him, but most of them were more happy to give him a judging glare before moving on.

Paul was used to that. He liked the fact that most of them were aware of what sort of pervert he was. It was kinda hot to be acknowledged that way.

Nearly half an hour late, his brother finally showed up at the door. He smiled at Dan over the top of his coffee cup, smirking as his brother saw him. There was a hint of fear and shame on the jock's face, but it faded quickly as he darted through the room, finding his way to the breakfast burrito place.

It wasn't enough of a disguise for Paul, though. He could see the way that his older brother shimmied around, the way that his ass shook as he walked, like his body wanted to flaunt his butt but his mind was trying to keep it from happening. The humiliation was just delicious, and a big part of him wanted to shove his brother over the edge with a bit more teasing.

More than that, he could see his brother walking gingerly across the floor, almost like each step was hitting him with some sort of pain or shock that wasn't very comfortable for him. That was just perfect, as far as he was concerned. It meant that the licks over his brother's feet had cursed him with a bit more sensitive soles, and that it was lingering despite a shower and a bunch of padding down there. The sheer amount of socks that Daniel was wearing was ridiculous.

As much as his brother was obviously trying to ignore him, there was nowhere else to sit when he finally got his food. The other Doberman looked all around the cafeteria, the desperation to find a different seat clear as the nose on his face, but there was nothing left to take.

Daniel sat down across from him at the middle table, and Paul chuckled under his breath.

"Something the matter, bro?"

"Don't talk to me."

"Why not? Aren't you feeling a bit...needy?"

"Don't...I'm trying...Nnngh. Trying to ignore it."

"Heh, and how's that going?"

"Not very fucking well, thanks for asking."

Yes, that was pretty obvious. His brother was grinding his ass back and forth on the seat under him, looking almost like he had worms or something along those lines. The fact that he was shifting around all the time made it hard to ignore him, and the temptation to see if he was hiding something else under the table was too great for Paul to ignore.

He pulled one foot out of his sandals, then extended his leg. He pushed right between his brother's thighs and -

"NNngh!"

Found exactly what he was hoping to find. Daniel had a boner, a hungry one, and he could feel it throbbing against the damp sole of his foot. He smiled, curling his toes around the head of it, jerking it around like a joystick.

"Fuck! Get that..." The jock growled under his breath, even as his face flushed red. "Get that fucking thing off me."

"Why? You're getting harder."

"Get it off!"

"You want to show off how hard you are, hmm? Because if you keep growling, people are going to start staring."

That was enough to silence the other Doberman, though it wasn't enough to make that boner go down. He chuckled, rolling his toes down the length of that bulge, bringing his toes all the way down to the throbbing, churning balls further down. He poked them with the tips of his toes, his claws nudging along the bulge that they made.

"Already filling back up?"

"Leave them alone...please..."

"Oh, I will. When I'm done."

The fact that he could tease his brother like this was like a drug, an addictive one at that. It made him feel powerful, strong, capable, something that he hadn't been feeling for a while around the other man. He pulled his foot down further, sliding it under his brother's balls, all the way back to his brother's ass.

That bubble butt didn't part for him, and he didn't expect to be able to grind against that pucker through his brother's jeans, but he could sure as hell feel the cheeks clench. He smirked as his brother's face turned redder than ever, Daniel hissing under his breath in raw anger.

"You...bitch..."

"That was you last night. Bet you that thing won't stay hard if you try and put it in a real one."

"You...you..."

"You're thinking with your ass again, huh? I bet you that you can't help but think back to that rimming last night," Paul whispered, sipping at the last vestiges of his drink. "I bet you want it again."

"..."

"I knew it."

He smiled to himself, putting the cup off to the side as he leaned back in his chair. His foot continued to grind against the bottom of his brother's ass, something that nobody else seemed to be aware of. Daniel even slid forward a bit, almost pushing his ass down to sit on Paul's toes.

That was what made it hotter than anything else. The fact that Daniel couldn't help himself, that he was as much an addict to the feelings he was getting as Paul was an addict to being able to make his brother want them, to humiliate him. It completed the circuit, for lack of a better word, and made the whole thing that much better.

"Tell you what. I'll head over to the bathroom at the other end of the cafeteria. There'll be a few empty stalls there. You want something...you come get it. I'll wait three minutes for you; if you don't show up...you get nothing until the end of the day."

"We're in public, man...why are you..."

"Because I can."

That was the only reason why. Maybe there really was a bully buried deep down inside of him. Maybe there was something clinically wrong with him with how he enjoyed doing this to his brother. Maybe there was something worse going on that needed to be seen to by a doctor.

But whatever it was, he enjoyed what he was doing, and he knew that his brother, deep, deep down, wasn't going to turn down the chance to get the pleasure that he needed, now.

He stood up from the table, swaying away like some bitch. He knew that there were eyes on his ass, some of the perverts in the cafeteria considering taking a run at him and trying their luck, others judging him for flaunting the sheer raunchy nature that he had. It didn't matter. He liked showing off, and that's what he did.

Paul made his way to the bathroom, pushing inside and looking around. It was about 10 AM now, the sort of time where people either crammed into the bathroom between classes or where it was completely empty. It seemed to be the latter for the moment, though it could change at any time.

Smirking, he picked the stall nearest to the door, shutting the door most of the way and sitting on the toilet. He hooked his toe against the bottom of the door, making sure that he could pull it shut and keep it there if he really had to. No need to be completely stupid, after all, even if he did have a magic tongue.

Then, he pulled his pants open and dragged out his cock.

The damn thing was hard as hell, eager to be put to use, eager to get the attention that all the fantasizing had promised it. The fact that his brother was throbbing at the cafeteria table told him that the addictions and the curse of his tongue had settled in deep, and it wouldn't be long before it got worse.

I bet he's not going to be able to get hard at all after this. Make him an impotent bitch. Make those balls swell and that cock shrink...

The idea was a hot one, and he wondered if it would really happen. He jerked himself to the thought, regardless.

Nearly two and a half minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened up. Daniel's voice, muttering and bitching to himself, was just barely audible. Paul smirked.

The stall door opened, and his brother looked down at him. That blush returned, the rage flared in his eyes...but he didn't complain. He just stepped in, shut the door and locked it tight.

"We're...gonna do this?" Daniel asked.

"If you're man enough."

"Fuck you."

"Heh, I think it's tongue-fucking you want, isn't it?"

Paul stuck out his tongue, running it between two of his fingers. Like all canines, it was very long, very wide, and very wet, and his was longer than average. He licked between his fingers for a few seconds to really drive the point home, then put them back at his side, holding his cock tight in his other hand.

"Unless you just want to get reamed."

"Fuck...fuck you. Just...use the tongue."

Doubtlessly, his brother was trying to pretend that getting rimmed by a 'faggot' was not that unacceptable. After all, that was something that one did to put them in their place. It wasn't like getting fucked, not in the same way.

Of course, it was one more mistake that his brother was making, one more little thing that would drive him down the path of lust and perversion.

He grinned as he grabbed his brother's ass, pulling those jeans down, and the underwear underneath them. The sight of that bouncy bubble-butt, squeezing itself tight from all those muscles and all that tension, made his cock throb all the more as he imagined pulling it apart and giving it the fucking that it so desperately needed.

Not yet, though. Not yet. Not when he needed to break his brother down just a bit further.

"Let's see what your hole is looking like after last night..."

His brother whimpered, quietly, but the sound was still there. Humiliated, embarrassed, the sound of a bitch that was trying not to be a bitch. It was the sort of sound that he loved to hear, and now, it was his big brother making it rather than one of the jocks at high school.

Grinning, he pulled the cheeks apart, holding them that way so he could get a good look. That pink pucker was already twitching, clenching, pulling together, but every time that it relaxed, he could see the gape that he had left behind the night before. That pink flesh had been teased, forced to grow, to puff up, and now, it looked like something more like a horse butt. It had a puffy, donut-like shape that looked like it was inviting people to fuck it.

He grinned, kneading the cheeks as he sucked in the hot, spicy smell of a good ass. It was a thick smell, the sort of thing that pulled at his cock, one that demanded him to take charge and use it.

He stuck out his tongue, dragging it against the taint and then up to that puffy hole. The instant that he made contact, his brother hissed and shivered, growling and then whimpering in turns.

"You better be quiet," he said between licks. "Otherwise, someone might find out that their favorite jock is in here."

"Shut up...Shut up and...and eat my ass..."

He knew that Dan was trying to sound like he was in charge, but it was a complete failure. There was no way that anyone would believe that he was the one calling the shots when he sounded like that, like some pup that was trying to take control of the situation.

Nevertheless, he gave his brother what he asked for. Ass-eating 101. Do what the guy asked for, and then make them beg for more.

He ground his tongue against that puffy pucker, pulling at it, biting at it gently before licking at it again. Each little lap pulled at the raised bit of flesh, making it part slightly, then slightly more. The taste of that bitterness faded into the taste of salty sweat, and then from there into the taste of hot skin, something that was different at each layer.

He was something of a connoisseur of ass, and he was loving the different tastes that he was getting as he ate into that flesh, pulling the cheeks apart, letting his brother really get into the feeling of being rimmed, eaten out, giving him the full treatment.

Lick, lick, lick.

Lap, lap, lap.

Nuzzle.

And then, finally, he thrust his tongue forward. The rim parted around his tongue, squeezing down for a split second before he thrust his tongue in even deeper, forcing it far enough inside that it couldn't be pushed back out.

His brother moaned, arching his back, thrusting his hips back despite himself. Even though Paul was the one in charge, he could feel those strong muscles begging for more of that tongue, more of that penetration.

And he gave it.

He moaned as he pulled his tongue back, taking his time to lick around that puckered, puffy rim again before forcing it all the way back inside. The Doberman in front of him moaned, arching his back, the smell of pre-cum filling the air as he was filled like a good little bitch.

The curse was definitely taking effect. Paul could smell the pre-cum, but when he reached around his brother, he didn't feel a hard-on. He felt nothing, nothing but a flaccid sheath that had a lot of pre-cum flowing out of the hole at the tip, almost like it was being pissed out rather than being oozed and dripped from a dominant cock. That was just what he wanted, too, something to humiliate his brother further.

Flick, flick, flick went his tongue, sliding past that pucker to the depths, and then pulling back. In, out, in, out, each thrust of that tongue leaving behind a bit more of that addictive feeling, doing more to shape that hole, to open it, to turn it into a good little fuck-chute for someone else later.

In and out, in and out, his tongue flicking in and then pulling back. The wet slurp and slap of his tongue going past that rim was getting louder, and he could feel his brother shaking, those hips, those legs close to giving out from the intense pleasure that was being forced on him.

That only made him work harder, only made him stick his tongue in and go deeper. In and out, in and out, his lips glued to that hole, his own cock forgotten as he grabbed those ass cheeks and owned them, squeezed them, pushed them together to make sure that his brother understood just where he belonged.

He was an ass-bitch. He was Paul's ass-bitch.

In and out, in and out -

"Nnnngh!"

And just like that, his brother went over the edge. He smirked as he felt the trembling against his tongue, the sudden spasms that meant an orgasm had taken control. He pushed his tongue back, pulling it to the prostate and flicking it over that, the curse of the tongue making it grow, making it more sensitive, making it more and more eager.

By the time he was done, the damage was complete. His brother was panting, leaning against the door of the stall, and as Paul pulled back, he could see what had happened.

His brother's hole had swollen again, becoming big and puffy enough to be just barely visible between the cheeks. It was wet with spit, too, and as he dragged his finger along the rim, Daniel gasped with pleasure, his body shaking from head to toe.

Yep, nice and sensitive. He's going to be a perfect little butt-slut for someone. Me, or one of his teammates.

He smiled as he patted his brother's hips.

"Turn around."

"Nnngh..."

"Turn around, I said."

Daniel did as he was told, spinning in place. To Paul's delight, the other Doberman's cock was completely flaccid, not even the tip sliding out of his sheath any longer. There was plenty of cum there, admittedly, pooled right at the tip, but it hadn't come squirting out. All that had happened was that it had oozed out, milked free from his prostate.

"Good, good..."

He smiled. That was going to make it very hard for his brother to attract any women that would keep his straight side going. Soon, he'd be completely addicted to anal, unable to get off any other way...

Well, maybe one other way.

"Hey, bro? How are your shoes feeling today?"

"What...what are you talking about?"

"Heh, I guess that was a stupid way of putting it. How are your feet feeling today?"

The blush on his older brother's face was all that he needed to know that it was going just as he had hoped it would. Those soles were probably all kinds of sensitive, all kinds of easy to abuse, and he chuckled as he reached down, pulling his brother's left foot off the ground. There was no resistance. Daniel was probably still reeling from all that had already happened to him. The fact that he was still twitching, too, probably meant that he was sensitive as all get-out, too.

Undoing the laces, he pulled his brother's shoe off, tossing it to the floor. There was one sock, two, three, four on that foot, each one a bit damper than the last, as if his brother had been sweating through them like a madman.

At the end of them, when the foot itself was unveiled, he could see Daniel shivering, biting his lips, bracing himself. Was it that bad? Had that much changed?

Paul hoped so.

He leaned down, smirking wider as he stuck out his tongue. A few droplets of drool fell, landing on the top of his brother's foot. That sheath twitched, a bit of pre-cum flowing free, but that wasn't the only thing that happened. Daniel gasped, the Doberman flattening himself further against the stall door.

Just what he had been hoping for. He stuck his tongue out further, the tip of his tongue finding the damp heel. His brother's sweat was still just as strong as it had been earlier, and he dragged his tongue up and up and up, pulling it over the soft flesh, dragging it towards the arch, then the ball of the foot.

He made his way all the way to the toes, and by the time he got there, his brother was huffing, puffing, panting. Daniel groaned, biting down on his hand, shaking his head in a desperate attempt to beg for mercy.

Paul imagined that he'd give a bit of mercy...after he had his fun.

The Doberman pulled his brother's toes into his mouth, flicking his tongue along the underside. Each lick seemed to send sparks of pleasure up the other male's legs, making him twitch, making him gasp. That fist in his mouth went deeper, trying to plug it, trying to keep from making any more sounds. Yet, at the same time, that sheath jumped, pre-cum oozing through the cum load inside, that cock not doing a damn thing to get hard.

The curse was spreading, he knew. One lick after another, the sensitivity of his brother's soles was climbing, getting stronger, harder and harder to resist as each lick found a new spot to tease. It was going to give his brother the strongest foot fetish on campus, at least, with someone playing with his own.

He lapped at the bottom of that foot until it was shiny with spit, leaving it messy and slimy. Paul pulled it back from his face, licking his lips, and his brother was barely able to stop shivering.

"Look at that. A good little foot-slut, too."

"Nnngh..."

"You know, I could maybe make you like people playing with your nipples, too."

Daniel could not have shaken his head faster. Considering everything that happened in the locker room, he imagined that his brother having sensitive nipples would probably out him faster than anything else Paul could do.

The idea was tempting, but he was not yet that cruel. Not yet. He put the idea to the side, something for a later day.

"Heh...I guess that's probably enough for you right now. You came already, didn't you?"

"...Yes."

"Then I guess you're good for now, then, aren't you?"

"I hate you. I hate you...so much."

"Heh. I know. But it'll change, soon."

It always did. Hate turned to need, and need turned to affection. The more corruption that he pumped into the other Doberman, the more that his humiliation would transform into something else. It was just a matter of time.

Still, it was more than slightly amusing and arousing to watch his brother struggle to get back into his pants, to put his shoes and socks back on, to moan and shiver and tremble every time that he found himself getting aroused again. Daniel gave him one final glare, then left the stall.

Paul, on the other hand, leaned back and started jerking himself off. Slowly, firmly, taking his time to really get into it, he sighed and let the pleasure flow through him.

Bro, you're going to be the best bitch in the family by the time that I'm done with you...

It was the ultimate high for the pleasure junky. Not just turning someone else into a slut, but doing it to someone that was both the complete opposite of a slut, but someone that shouldn't be having sex with him in the first place. It was the hottest thing that he had ever done, breaking that taboo, and now that he'd started, he seriously doubted that he'd be able to stop.

John would have to be next, once Daniel was completely broken. There was no way that he could stop with just one brother. And then, when that one was broken, he would have to move on to his dad. It would be a hell of a lot better as a set, seeing all three of them under him, all of them broken with the power of his tongue.

Fuck, fuck yes...

He humped his hand, his knot forming as he squeezed his dick even harder. He could already imagine the shenanigans that they'd get up to, the lusty debauchery that would fill the house. The scent of musk and cum and sweat and sex would take over the whole place, rather than the strict hygiene that was instituted from the start. The whole place would become a den of pleasure.

The thought of taking it so far had him humping his hand all the harder, and it pushed him over the edge in short order. He painted the stall door white, his seed slowly running down along the wood. Panting, he shook his head and pulled his pants back up. He didn't bother cleaning the seed off of the wood. It wasn't like it was corruptive, really, though it was a fun fantasy to walk away from, thinking of corrupting things merely by leaving his scent-mark behind.

Maybe one day, he thought, already planning on how to ambush Dan later in the day...

The End