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A Few Magical Licks 4

For Asbeoth

By Draconicon

After knotting Daniel for the fifth time, he knew that his brother was completely and totally broken in. The oldest of the three Dobermans had been twisted completely and utterly into being a good little bottom slut for his brother, and Paul couldn't help but grin at the sight of that broken hole, at his brother's twitching dick, at the much-shrunken balls of the once-super-stud.

Smack. He spanked his brother, watching the slippery flow of hot seed roll out of that pucker and over the shrunken sac. Dan barely groaned, his head leaning against the top of the couch. Paul got up, rubbing his cock a few times as he looked back down the hall. With no sign of John yet, there was no way that the little brother had any clue what they were doing.

Mmm, but I bet his feet are starting to bother him...

He still remembered how clean they'd been against his face. A few pockets of sweat here and there, yes, but not enough for the smells of a proper dog house. They had both been too inducted by their father to really know how dogs were supposed to be. A bit messy, a bit musky, and much more willing to throw their weight around to secure dominance.

That was what he had to teach them. That was what he was doing, showing them that he was the top dog, and that they were going to listen to him, one way or another.

His cock was gradually going down again, sliding into its sheath. His knot still bulged a bit on the way down, but not enough to keep it out in the open. He rubbed his fingers along the edge of his sheath, collecting some last little bits of cum and pre-cum, rubbing it along his older brother's ass cheeks.

"Good boy."

"Mmmph..."

"Now, go get that credit card of yours. Order some pizza for us, and we'll have a little night in."

"Mmmph...I...you're not...you're not going to..."

So, Dan still thought that he might be able to protect John. A pity that he thought like that.

Grabbing the older Doberman by the tail, he yanked him off the couch and threw him to the floor. The jock grunted at the impact, but before he could get up, Paul stood on his face. He curled his toes, the claws tapping against the side of his brother's muzzle, his sweaty sole rubbing right against that soft, black, wet nose.

"Breathe in the smell of your alpha, bro. Time for you to remember where you belong."

One breath, and the older brother shivered from head to toe. His ears laid back, not aggressively, but submissively. His head tilted down, pressing his nose more firmly into Paul's foot, and his breath came a bit more firmly, sucking the smell down. The old Dan wouldn't have done that, would never have done that, but the new one? The bitch-Dan? Oh, he would do it, and he'd do it happily.

"That's it. You know where you belong, don't you, bitch?"

"Under...under you..."

"And what does that mean?"

"That means...that means that I can't question you."

"Yep. That means that I do what I want, when I want, and you let me do it."

"Yes..."

"No. It means that you help me do it."

Another shudder ran down Dan's body, and he knew that his older brother was fighting everything that had been done to him for the last day or so. The tongue up his ass, the addictions that he'd been given, the new fetishes that he had, his new submissiveness. All of that was weighing on him, and he was trying to get away.

It didn't happen, though. The big guy's muscles meant nothing against the strange power that Paul had, that he'd been using on him. Eventually, Dan slumped down against the floor, pressing one hand to the top of Paul's foot and pressing it more firmly against his face.

"Mmmph...I understand..."

"Good boy."

He curled his toes once more, scritching his brother's face. The older Doberman whimpered softly, tilting his cheek up against the affectionate gesture, but not entirely willingly. There was obviously some wish to not have to do that.

That didn't matter. What mattered was that the older brother wasn't going to be a problem. What mattered was that Dan was going to help.

As he pulled his foot back, the naked jock got to his feet, his cock still throbbing and dripping despite being fucked through multiple orgasms. It twitched up and down every time that Dan took another breath, probably feeding off the musk that Paul was putting off. It was a flattering sort of idea, that his smell was so thick and strong that his older brother enjoyed it that much. He grinned, rubbing his balls a bit before sitting on the cummy puddle that was left on the couch.

"Now, get the card...faggot."

The word obviously stung his jock brother, but at the same time, he could see the shiver of pleasure that ran through his older sibling from head to toe. The way that the Doberman bit off a moan, the way that his cock twitched, the way that his tail went up and his toes curled all screamed that it was a hidden thing that he hadn't expected to work. One little word, and he was a shivering little slut all over again.

Paul smirked as his naked brother walked off, knowing that the shame of submitting to the family pervert would linger. The big jock would be thinking about it all night long, broken, shivering, moaning for more. Probably would be finding some way to justify shoving his fingers up his asshole, fingering the broken-in hole, pushing it to be more and more slutty, to take in bigger things.

By morning, he expected Dan to be little more than a mewling slut, someone that would struggle to hide his real self at school, someone that'd fight to keep his old persona. Someone that didn't know how to hide his kinks, someone that could no longer get hard with girls, someone that started looking at the other guys in the locker room as a good little bitch did.

Someone that embodied the word 'faggot.'

He grinned, leaning his head back against the top of the couch, feeling the wet drool spots that had been left behind after Dan had been fucked silly. There was no denying it, either. There was no way for anyone in the family to pretend that something hadn't happened between them now.

And soon, John would be joining in the fun.

He could already imagine his more willowy middle brother getting bent over the same way, the swishy little boy getting fucked up the ass, showing off how good he could take it. Sucking down weed, getting higher and hornier with each puff he took, each hit that he took. The way that his little brother's eyes would go red with lust and his little high, and getting worse and worse with each passing night.

I should make them buy dildos soon, he thought. Plugs, too.

And they wouldn't be allowed lube other than each other's spit, or his. They wouldn't be getting the chance to get used to the feeling of something like that inside them. They'd be constantly wanting more, itching for it, craving it.

They'd be his little bitch-hounds, his bitches, his faggots. And they'd be willing as could be.

He groped his knot as the fantasies got stronger and stronger, and he leaned his head back all the way over the couch as he stroked himself. Yessss, this was going to be good.

John stayed in his room for the rest of the night, only opening the door when Paul knocked on it and offered the pizza. He saw the usual red eyes peering out, knew his brother would be eager for food.

"Heh, you gonna let me in or not?" he asked.

"Just give me the box and go away."

"Yeah? Why?"

"Because you're an asshole."

"And that's going to stop me from coming in?"

"Just fuck off and -"

"You want your munchies? You're going to let me in."

"You fucker."

John tried to slam the door, but Paul was already ready for that. The younger slammed his foot in place, blocking it before it could build momentum, and he grinned as he leaned in.

"You're getting weird feelings, aren't you, bro?"

"..."

"The weed feeling a bit weird? Making you feel all tingly in places?"

"...How..."

"Maybe making your feet all itchy...all sensitive?"

"..."

"Yeah, I know what's going on."

He'd expected there to be some sort of reaction to his brother's weed habit. While he still didn't know just what his spit did to people, he knew that it had some weird reactions to people's skin, that it did things to them that they weren't keen on. Sometimes it was just a swelling, while other times it was more of a sensitizer. And when they were on other drugs, either the legal or illegal ones, they were likely to get even weirder symptoms.

John, obviously, was having a harder time relaxing than usual, probably distracted by a feeling that he wasn't supposed to have. The youngest Doberman was looking at him with confusion and paranoia at the same time, obviously fighting his instincts to keep him out.

Paul, on the other hand, was just wiggling the box of pizza and waggling his eyebrows. He knew what was going on, and he made it clear what his price was. He needed to be allowed inside, or there was going to be no deal, no knowledge.

Finally, John broke down, pulling the door the rest of the way open. The smoky, herbal smell of weed was thick in the room, permeating everything, and there was almost nothing that wasn't touched by it.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he was used to it from the junkies around the back of the college, he would have choked.

"Alright...fucking hell, you can't be worse than trying to read about this online. Fucking pervs."

"Call me that again, bro."

"What, a fucking perv?"

"You know I am."

"Fuck you, man."

"Oh, it should be the other way around for anyone."

"Ugh."

The banter was as usual, though he was pushing it a bit more than he might have done if John had been completely sober. That said, he enjoyed the sight of his brother's swaying ass as they walked to his bed, sitting down on the side of it together. He offered the pizza, and the older Doberman took a slice from it, taking a few munches of the cheese pizza.

"Ugh...greasier than usual."

"Yeah, well, you know this place."

Though it wasn't the pizza place's fault. He had taken the time to lick the different slices from one end to the other, soaking them with his spit. It wouldn't have the same effect as if he had licked his brother's mouth, but it would start swelling those lips into a proper cock-sucker's face. He imagined that by the end of the night, his brother was going to have a hell of an itch in his lips and over his tongue.

Of course, he would be able to fulfill that itch, hehehehe. He was looking forward to that, too.

"Now, you want me to take a look?"

"Yeah...guess so."

Knowing his brother was still ill at ease at the idea of a 'freak' looking him over, Paul nevertheless wasn't going to alter his behavior. He grabbed John by the ankle, pulling one of his feet up and onto his lap.

Almost instantly he popped a boner in his shorts, but he didn't act on that just yet. Instead, he pulled that foot up in the air, looking at the underside. The flesh and pads were starting to get a bit wetter, already starting to sweat more than they had been doing in the past. The underside was shiny, and as he brought his nose down to it, he could already detect more musk coming from the pads than there had been.

"What the fuck, bro?"

"I'm just checking. You know, you can smell things that are wrong, sometimes."

"You fucker..."

John must have been really desperate. He hadn't thrown him out yet, despite the little perverted display. He chuckled to himself, pulling the foot up against his face, taking a few more breaths of it. Yeah, that was the stuff. A nice, salty, sour musk that was getting stronger by the minute. That was going to be a hell of a nice thing to have around the house, to have his brother tracking a good smell here and there.

Of course, John probably wouldn't see it that way, and he knew that his dad wouldn't. Good thing that he had a few days to get this done.

"You said it itches?"

"Yeah, like hell."

"So, if I did this..."

He ground his thumb against the pads along the underside, rubbing from the arch to the toes. Almost immediately, John groaned, pushing his foot more firmly against his fingers, grinding the sole of his foot right against that point of pressure.

"Ooooooh, fuck..."

"Heh, feel good?"

"Way good...fucking weed...must be making me a perv..."

Not that that was a bad thing, Paul thought. It was definitely easier than trying to push him into another forced thing, and it was a nice change of pace from the rough stuff that he had needed to push Dan through to get him to submit.

That said, a moan wasn't nearly enough. He grinned, starting to scratch at the bottom of his brother's foot, half soothing, half-torturing it with his claws. The pressure drew groans of pleasure, but when the points pressed -

"Ah!"

It made John gasp almost like a boy getting his first blowjob. Yes, that was going to be a fun little corruption, he thought. Make the Doberman take this pleasure like the bitch that he was, take it good and deep.

He worked his fingers up and down along the sole, making his brother gasp, moan, whimper, whine. He pushed against the arch, against the sole, slid his fingers between the toes and scratched along the pads. Every time that he put a different sort of pressure on his brother's foot, he got a different sound.

And the more that he played, the harder that John got.

It was impossible not to grin as he watched his brother's boner get harder and harder in his pants, and he licked his lips. If he pushed much further, he was pretty sure that he was going to start seeing pre-stains on those pants, see the fabric start going wet and messy. He chuckled at the thought of that, knowing that his brother would blush up a storm, knowing that John would never live down the humiliation of being pushed that far.

Of course, he knew that it was going to get worse than this. He wasn't going to stop just at giving his little brother a foot fetish. He wanted John to be his bitch. He wanted this little fuck to be his fuck-toy.

"You got a boner."

John blinked, looking down slowly. He tilted his head one way, then the other, the drugs obviously settling in and making it harder for him to think. The way that he stared at his boner, one might have thought that he had never had one before, that the concept of an erection would have been foreign to him. Yet, at the same time, he thrust his hips forward a bit more, showing it off like a good boy.

"What...what the..."

"Heh, looks like you like having your feet scratched."

"You...what did you..."

"Tell ya what. I'll take care of yours...if you take care of mine."

"You - Nnngh!"

Another press of his claws to the pads, and John groaned, his protests dying on his tongue, falling away as he moaned under his breath. There was no hiding how much he wanted this, no way for him to completely deny how much he needed to get off at this point.

And it was clear that he was just high enough that he'd consider some incest at this point.

"Fine. I'll get you off...how you...how do you want me to do it?"

"Oh, just use those feet. I'll use my mouth."

"Mmmph..."

His brother looked like he was trying to sort it out, to find something wrong with that sort of proposal, but there was nothing wrong with it. Besides, a few more little pushes, a few little scratches, a few rubs between the toes, and his brother was moaning up a storm again, begging for that touch, begging for a bit more against his feet.

The door cracked ever so slightly, and he saw Dan looking at the pair of them. The oldest Doberman was blushing worse than ever, and he knew that the oldest brother was thinking that he had failed somehow. Buried deep beneath the broken bits of his psyche, he was feeling that he had failed.

Nope. He had just enabled the three of them to get that much closer.

Pulling his shorts down, he allowed his cock to flop out. As soon as the dripping tip touched the soles of his brother's feet, John moaned. The Doberman leaned his head back, shivering, his toes curling around the sides of Paul's shaft, almost like he was already getting sucked off.

"What the fuck...this feels...so weird..."

"I know. Feels awesome, doesn't it?"

"Why the hell...my feet..."

It was the same sort of reaction that he had expected. Paul had been showing similar things. Spit got it started, and then the application of pre-cum seemed to trigger some sort of high-pleasure chemical reaction that forced the person affected by it to go into paroxysms of pleasure. Already, John was shuddering, the boner in his pants starting to spread a dark stain of excitement through his clothes.

"Come on...start stroking..."

He leaned back, spreading his legs and putting his arms behind his head. His cock throbbed slowly, and he twitched it deliberately. John responded with a gasp, a shiver, a moan, almost like he was getting fucked right then and there. It was an impossible sort of reaction, but all the hotter for it.

"Go on. Stroke."

And so, the littlest Doberman did. He dragged his feet up and down Paul's shaft, his toes curling along the top, pulling it forward, then pushing down again. His feet never strayed from the sides of Paul's cock, always working it harder, faster, pulling and pumping his legs up and down.

It was a good footjob, if an amateurish one. It wasn't good enough to completely hold his attention, though, and he soon started looking at other things for inspiration. His little brother gasping, panting, trying to deny that he was getting off just from giving a footjob? That was hot enough, he thought, but he wanted more.

So, he looked at the door. He looked at Dan, and he grinned as he watched the jock pull his pants down and start stroking his cock, jerking off to the show of their brother's corruption.

That's it. You get it now, faggot. You know what you are, you know what you need to be. A good little bitch that watches his alpha fuck his sluts, make more sluts, make a better pack for all of us.

That was what the little bitch had become, and that was where he belonged. At the bottom of the pack. At the bottom of the group. There was no need for any more pushing from Dan, no more domination from him.

From now on, Paul was the one in charge.

He grinned as he slid forward a bit, pushing his cock more fully between his middle brother's pads. They were getting wetter and wetter with pre-cum and sweat, and the slight stink of feet and cock were filling the room, banishing the herbal smell of the weed. He grabbed his brother by the ankles, pulling his feet down a bit harder, faster.

And just like that, John started gasping like a virgin getting pounded. He groaned, tried to call for a halt, but Paul wasn't having it. He wanted to cum, and he wanted to move on to the next part of his brother's corruption.

Hump, hump, hump. Each thrust pushed his brother further, stained those feet with more pre-cum. John slumped back against the bed, his feet half-raised in the air, his cock throbbing so hard in his pants. It was perfectly outlined in pre-cum, the sight of it making it clear how much of a slut the youngest brother had become, how eagerly he was embracing his fate as a good little faggot bitch.

He got on his knees, holding his brother's feet against his crotch, and he slammed forward. He fucked the space between them, using the friction of the wet pads against his shaft to get him closer and closer to climax. He groaned, he growled, he made every sound under the sun as he felt the pleasure climbing, as he felt his need reaching its peak.

The pressure of those soles was perfect, just as good as Dan's sloppy ass, better than his brother's mouth was going to be. Thrust, thrust, thrust, fucking the space between them, grinding the drumming toes along the top of his shaft, feeling the way that it was pressing down on him, feeling the way that the feet were milking him. Thrust, thrust, thrust, his balls beating against the heels, marking them with the cock musk that would rule the middle brother.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, and then, it was done.

With a groan, he pulled back, squeezing the base of his knot, forcing his seed over those soles. He watched as the ropes landed on his brother's feet, as the thick, white goo spread between the toes and ran along the pads.

"Ah! Ah! Oooooh, fuck...so close..."

John slumped back on the bed, gasping for air, sucking down anything that he could get as he gripped his bulge. The youngest brother was right on the verge of cumming, alright, but that didn't mean that he was going to be allowed to.

Not yet, at least.

He grabbed his brother's hands, pulling them back, holding them to the bed. John groaned under his breath, his toes curling madly, his eyes crossing as he stared up at the ceiling. He pressed his feet together, rubbing his soles along each other and smearing in that corruptive cum bit by bit. It was completely unconscious, unordered, but it was a sexy sight indeed.

He chuckled to himself, holding his brother down until the spasms of utter need began to fade. Then, and only then, did he toss his head to the side, summoning their other brother into the room.

John was still panting as Dan opened the door. He blushed, but didn't quite cover himself, obviously not in a headspace to completely think about the consequences of his actions. If anything, he seemed rather curious, rather than offended or embarrassed.

"What the hell do you want, Dan?"

"I'm...I'm helping Paul..."

"You're on the perv's side?"

"He's...he's the stud now...the alpha..."

"That's right," Paul said with a chuckle. "And that means that there's just one position open for the pair of you."

"What...what's that?" the completely out of it brother asked.

"Bitch..." Dan muttered.

"That's right. Now. Come here, bitch."

He dragged his older brother over, forcing the other Doberman to lean in close. They pressed their lips together, slowly, gently, but far from cleanly.

There was a moment of struggle as he forced his tongue into Dan's mouth, forcing his older brother to kiss him with tongue. That moment passed quickly, his tongue opening up his brother's muzzle, giving it a different feeling just as he had done with the rest of his body. Feet, ass, and now mouth...

And more, as he tongued Dan's mouth, he pushed some of his saliva into his brother's muzzle, too.

He could already feel his older sibling panting, could see his brother's tail wagging, or at least feel it in the vibrations running through the jock's body. It didn't take long for the spit to do its job, for his tongue to leave its corruption behind, but that wasn't the only reason for the long tongue kiss.

Shoving Dan down, he gestured at the wet spot in John's pants.

"Suck him off. Show him what a good bitch does for his bitch-to-be."

"Mmmph...yes, Alpha..."

It didn't take Dan long to fish his brother's cock out of his pants, and even less time to get to sucking. Almost immediately, John was gasping for breath, flopping out on the bed, squirming around as he was sucked off. No surprise, either; Dan's mouth was stained with the corruptive saliva that had been pushed everywhere else already.

At the end of this, you won't even be able to cum from getting fucked, brother, he thought. You'll need me to give Dan a good, wet kiss and then send him after you...you'll be a chaste little bitch, begging to get off, begging for anything that'll let you cum. You'll obey me, if only to get off...

He chuckled at the thought of seeing his brother getting so horny that he might start humping furniture like their feral relatives, the image funny enough to get him grinning like a madman.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but smile for another reason. His brothers had always been firmly on their father's side over his, never quite embracing him or allowing his perversions the space that their father's order had been given. He wasn't allowed to fall out of line. He wasn't allowed to be anything but what they wanted him to be.

He'd never fallen in line, never allowed them to break him, and he wondered if they'd resented him for never changing. He had always fought their father's orders, being himself when they kept making compromises to make dad happy.

He wondered if that had made them hate him, or if they had just been like dad and he'd just been the odd one out.

But no more. They were his, now. His pack, not their father's. Already, the stink of sex and cum and sweat and musk was spreading through the room, marking everything, and his mark was the one that was strongest of all.

He stroked his cock up and down, up and down, teasing himself to the sight of the oldest brother sucking off the youngest, the way that John continued to grind his feet into his sheets for extra pleasure, the way that Dan was jerking himself off as he sucked his little brother to completion. It was as perverted as you got without bringing in the messy fetishes or the violent ones.

Maybe I should do that, too. Oh, that's going to be fun...

Licking his lips, he knew that he had to get in on the action again. Cum he might have, but he had more seed to spill, and he wanted to spill it all over his brothers. And John still had a face free.

Kicking his shorts the rest of the way off, he stood up and walked around the bed. Climbing onto it and putting one foot on either side of his brother's face, he used his ankles and heels to guide John to look up. He spread his ass cheeks a bit, putting his own pucker on display, and sat down.

"Mmmph!"

John complained for a second or two, but the musk back there, the feeling of a blowjob going on, and his own intoxicated state was more than enough to push him back down to being a quiet, eager participant to the threesome. As Paul wiggled about, grinding his asshole down on his brother's lips, it didn't take long before his sibling got the message. A nice, eager tongue pushed up, parting his pucker and sliding inside in worshipful licks.

Two brothers, eager to serve...

He looked down at Dan, meeting the oldest sibling's eyes. They stared at one another for a moment, the tiny remnants of the jock's stubborn resistance staring back for a second or two before it was banished away.

That's it...be a good broken boy...

He smirked, sitting down that much more firmly on John's face. There was a grunt of discomfort for a second, followed by a slow huff of pleasure. That tongue never stopped, either, worming between his ass cheeks, sometimes licking over his hole, sometimes plunging it. Whatever it did, it kept his cock throbbing hard.

Pushing down on the knot, he made sure that the tip pointed right at his older brother. He made sure that the dripping head was oozing onto his middle brother. They were both marked, marked as sluts, as bitches, as faggots. Faggots, the lowest of the low, not merely gay, but so broken and bitch-slutty that they couldn't ever think to be more than this.

Mine...MINE.

He growled in his throat, thrusting into his hand, then pulling back to sit on the slut's face, then thrusting forward again. Each movement brought him closer, drawing him nearer and nearer to orgasm.

Mine. All mine. Dad won't take them from me. I'll take him. Mark him. Collar him like I'm going to collar them.

Pet store. That'd be a good place tomorrow. Get collars, show them where they belonged. Shave them to be good pets, good boys. Maybe take them for markings that he hadn't thought of yet.

So much to do...

He squeezed his knot at the same time that John shoved his tongue inside of his ass again, and it pushed him over the edge. Paul howled as he came, shooting his seed over Paul's face, even as the oldest brother gagged and started swallowing John's seed. They came together, and the room smelled no more of weed, only of sex.

The End