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A Few Magical Licks

Part 5

For Asbeoth

By Draconicon

With his brothers broken in, Paul was in seventh heaven. He knew, on some level at least, that there was something seriously wrong about what he was doing. The way that he used his tongue - and all the weird ways that it worked - to turn his brothers into little sex toys was something that most normal people would never even think of doing. He had enough consciousness of the way that society worked that he knew better than to show that he had gone that far, but that was not out of shame so much as it was out of self-preservation. After all, the last thing that he wanted to do was screw up the fun situation he'd managed to create for himself, and having someone clock that he had managed to corrupt his brothers would do that very, very quickly.

That said, Paul still wanted to have fun with them, and that meant that they needed more than just the toys in his room to really get into it. The dildos and the fleshlights were good, but for the sort of fun that a bunch of brothers deserved to have together, that meant going to a sex shop, or at least to a pet store.

The next day, he made them skip their showers. The musky smell of cum and sweat was all that his brothers needed, a way for everyone to know that they'd been marked as the bitches they were. As long as he didn't start to reek, his smell wouldn't necessarily be connected to them, but he wanted all the other guys out there to know that the stud and the womanizer had been turned to bitches.

As John and Daniel groaned, their eyes still a bit hazy from their night of fun, Paul got out of bed and pulled at his sheath. His cock was already starting to stiff with some morning wood, and he chuckled as he turned to face his brothers.

"Boys."

Jock-Dan and Stoner-John turned their attention to him, and then looked down at his cock. Almost as if on cue, they immediately leaned in, dragging their tongues up and down along his shaft, their eyes hazing over again, their lips turning up in a vague smile that showed that they had very little idea of what they were actually doing. They were too out of it, too high on his musk for them to really care what was going on. All that mattered was that it was fun and felt right, he was sure.

He chuckled, letting them clean his cock of old cum before finally pushing them back.

"Alright, boys. Get up. Dan, you got any jocks left?"

"Yeah, I think...think so?"

"Go get them. That's what you and John are going to be wearing today."

"Pants?" John asked.

"Maybe. If you're a good boy."

Dan nodded, leaving the room to get what he'd been told to fetch. That left him and John alone.

Heh, you were easy, he thought, looking down at his middle brother. Dan had some pride to him, but you? You were just looking for that next good hit. And this one was more than you could handle.

He petted his brother along the head and down the back of his neck. The other Doberman groaned, his tail flicking against the bed as he huffed and puffed.

"Ah, who's a good bro slut?"

"Me."

"Yeah, you are."

He chuckled, patting John on the head one more time before Daniel came back. The older brother held out a pair of jockstraps, and Paul took the heavier, wetter one for John. That left Daniel with the cleaner one, though he doubted it would be that way by the end of the day. He was going to turn them into a pair of musky, horny, eager Dobie-boys that were eager for anything that their brother was willing to give them.

As soon as the two of them were 'dressed', he had them stand up. They were completely under his control by this point, the pair of them too dependent on him for their pleasures to do anything but obey. He smiled as he ran his hands down their backs, slapping his palms against their bare asses.

The jockstraps held the cheeks apart just enough for him to see their holes. Daniel had the more used and abused one, that was for sure. It had been fucked and knotted so many times by now that the oldest brother looked like the corner whore, his hole turning into something that was closer to a slit than a full pucker, puffy and eager for business.

John, on the other hand, still had that twink look, the sort of boyish, not quite experienced hole down there. That would change soon, Paul knew, but for now, it was a cute sort of thing, something that he could show off to other people without them guessing what a whore John was going to be.

He smiled, patting their asses again, licking his lips.

"Hold them open, bros."

The half-hypnotized brothers did as he said, grabbing their ass cheeks and holding them parted for him. He dropped down to his hands and knees, leaning in and nuzzling his nose against cheek and cheek, and then between John's to get right at that little pucker.

It was definitely still musky, sweaty with a hint of seed still dripping out. It wasn't clenching quite the way that he wanted it to, though; the brothers needed another dose of his special tongue.

Chuckling, Paul leaned in and dragged his tongue right over that little wrinkled hole. The taste of his own seed didn't bother him, nor did the way that his brother's hole suddenly pulled in, sucking in like it was trying to get away. He just chased it between the cheeks, pinning it under his tongue and lapping at it, licking over it, teasing it until it started to pucker at him again, clenching on nothing. It took almost nothing for that hole to start pushing out against his tongue, opening slowly, puffing up in desperation.

He grinned, running his fingers along the dancing pucker as his middle brother moaned up a storm, panting hard, pushing back, obviously wanting to have more in there. He gave the little guy what he wanted, too, sliding one finger in as he kept licking around the edge, getting that skin puffy, sensitive. He wanted it to be nice and wet and ready for when they started playing again later.

John was panting hard, too, the older Doberman huffing and puffing above him. Fingers shook as they held the cheeks apart, and Paul knew that if he turned his brother around, he'd see that knotted cock slapping against his brother's belly, begging for attention.

Not that John would give his dick any attention now. He was more of a buttslut, now, more of a butt whore. It wouldn't take long before he started forgetting about his cock entirely.

"Mmmph...ah..."

His brother's moans were music to his ears, and it took some willpower for him to keep on his knees, licking and nuzzling into that hole the way that he was. He wanted to give it a good rut-fucking, but he knew that they didn't have the time for that.

At least, not yet.

And there was still Daniel to get prepped, too.

When John's hole pushed out enough to be nibbled, he shifted over to the other, older Doberman. He leaned in, nuzzling along the crack, feeling the muscle under the bubble butt cheeks. They were stiff and hard, and just big enough to give him a bit of cushion when he was doing the pushin'. He chuckled, giving one cheek a good smack before leaning and licking again.

Almost immediately, his brother arched his back and pushed his butt out like a good little whore. The jock-stud had long since forgotten anything that had to do with fucking if it meant that he had to use his dick. All the magical licking and spitting back there had turned his hole into his new sex organ, the new way for him to get off.

Heh, I bet he'd let the entire football team fuck him if he had the chance, he thought, slowly dragging his tongue from balls to hole, and even sliding the tip of his tongue past that pucker for a moment or two before pulling it back. He'd be the new cheerleader. No need to pull the girls in after the game. Just drag this slut in and break his hole...

The thought was hot, but at the same time, he knew that he'd need to break that hole in again after every game. Just because he might - might! - allow his brother to slut around didn't mean that he was going to let Daniel forget who his real master was, who the real alpha of the pack happened to be.

As he dragged his tongue out of his brother's ass once more, drawing a moan from Daniel's lips at the same time, he finally got to his feet. They were both panting for him, leaning forward against the wall with their hands on their asses, their holes puckering exactly the way that they should be. Their jocks were stretched in the front with throbbing boners, and he could smell the musk in the air getting thicker by the second. Oh, if their dad had been home, they would have been read the riot act, but he didn't care. This was the way that dogs were supposed to be. Hot, horny, and a bit musky.

"Let's get out of here, boys. We've got some shopping to do."

Daniel drove, and in the back, John and Paul played. John leaned forward against the passenger seat, and Paul had his fingers deep inside of his brother's asshole, working it open, teasing it, rubbing the prostate so that his brother was panting like mad.

"That's it, boy. Get used to that feeling. No need to think about your cock when you got this little button in ya, right?"

John didn't answer, but that wasn't surprising. He was getting held right on the edge of orgasm, and had been held there for nearly twenty minutes now. Paul knew the exact spot to press every time that he wanted to get a moan out of his brother, and it was almost too fun to keep him in that frantic, needy headspace.

As they drove around, he could tell that Daniel was struggling to keep his eyes on the road. The oldest brother probably wanted to be where John was right then, getting his ass fingered, giving service to the alpha of their little family pack. Not that he would be left out of it for long, though. They just needed to get to the store, and then they could start doing a bit more.

He reached around, fondling John's jock. The front was already getting rather wet, though it had been rather drenched right from the start. Daniel's sweat had soaked the inside, as well as probably a bit of piss, a bit of cum, too. Now, it was getting soaked with John's juices, the middle brother soaking the inside with a flood of pre-cum that was begging to drip through and fill the car.

Not that he would let it. Those jocks were good for improvised chastity, and the boys whimpering as they were touched through it was just perfect.

Paul looked out the window, noticed that they were getting pretty close to the sex shop. He whistled, and Daniel looked back at him.

"Make sure that you park further back. No need for anyone at the windows to see my boys in the nude."

"Yes, Alpha."

That was the new title. That was what they were going to call him from now on, and Paul loved it. The feeling of being in charge of his own pack, knowing that he was going to drag his dad down into it, too, was just an intoxicating idea. It was going to keep him hard and horny for a long time, he knew.

He finally pulled his fingers free of his middle brother's ass as they drove into the parking lot, rubbing his fingers off on the jockstrap. There was no mess, only a bit of slime, but he didn't want to carry that around.

As they finally came to a stop, he allowed them to get dressed. Well, 'dressed.' Neither of them were allowed shoes or socks, or even sandals, but they were allowed tight booty shorts, and he had a pair of crop tops that they were allowed to put on. The sight of them in that made them look completely gay, eager to serve any cock that came their way, and more than willing to put their asses on the line if they were told to do so.

In other words, they looked perfect.

Getting out of the car in jeans and a t-shirt, he was the only one of the three that looked normal. The other two winced as soon as their bare feet touched the pavement, and they winced again as they tried to take a step forward.

"Aw, what's the matter? My boys too sensitive to go barefoot?"

"Mmmph. It's hard, Alpha," Daniel said, groaning as he took another step, and then another. "So...sensitive..."

They were definitely enjoying it, though. They might be wincing from how rough it was, but with how much he had been licking their toes last night, they were both sensitive enough for the pain to turn to pleasure, for their bodies to like it even if their brains hadn't quite caught up to the idea yet. They were already bulging the fronts of their shorts showing off just how horny they were.

That was good enough for him.

Leading them into the sex shop, they got the attention of the clerks immediately. A dingo and a rabbit, both of them looking rather curious as they walked in. Paul grinned at them, and they immediately rolled their eyes.

Yep, that was the reaction that he had been expecting. They had seen him come in who knew how many times, and they were used to his more extreme kinks. Not that they would be used to the stuff that he would be doing this time, though.

They perked up as his brothers walked in, looking at them, and then at him. The rabbit blinked, the dingo stared, and eventually, the long-eared one waved him over to the counter. He was happy enough to come up, and he strolled forward with a throb in the crotch that he felt no shame in showing off.

"Who...um, who are they?" the rabbit, Carl, asked him. "They look a bit like you."

"Oh, that's because they're my brothers," he said.

"..."

The two guys stared at him, jaws dropped. Paul grinned.

"Apparently, they've been hiding that they're gay from dad all this time, and they wanted me to show them around the place."

"What, seriously?" the dingo, Jerome, asked.

"Yeah. Seriously. I walked in on one of them using a butt plug, and the other one riding a dildo."

"..."

"Gross, man," Jerome said. "I mean, hot guys, but...brothers?"

"Hey, you know how that sorta porn sells," he said with a laugh and a light punch across the dingo's shoulder.

Brother porn. Now that was an idea. If he filmed what they were doing and sold it on the right part of the internet, he might be able to make some serious bank. Enough to retire from any sort of job - not that he had one - and make his father stay at home so that they were just a live-in harem. Debauchery, here he came.

Paul knew that wasn't going to happen instantly, of course, but it was still a hot enough thought to start getting him hard in his pants. It took Carl snapping his fingers to get him focused on the here and now again, and he blinked, looking down at the rabbit.

"You done fantasizing about whatever sick things were in your head?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Anyway. I'm looking for some leashes, some collars, butt plugs, some piercing clamps -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jerome said. "What the hell are you planning on doing with all of that?"

"Getting them someone to show them the ropes, of course."

"You think that they're ready for the deep end? If they're just starting with dildos -"

"Trust me, they're ready."

He grinned, looking over his shoulder. Ready for the deep dive, to be marked as sluts for the rest of their lives. Even if he somehow lost control, they'd have marks to remember everything that they had gone through up to this point. It was going to be a fun time getting them properly set up for when dad got back.

And it'd be hotter still to be the only one allowed out of the house without permission, and then come back to have both his brothers thrusting their asses out for him to welcome him home.

"Trust me. They're ready."

"Well...alright, if you really say so, but I want to make sure that you know that this is against a bit of the rules. We're supposed to do all that stuff here."

"You know that I know my stuff," he told Carl.

"Yeah, I know...that's what scares me."

As the rabbit hopped into the back room to get more of the extreme gear, Paul turned back to his brothers. They were slowly wandering through the store, both of them looking a little overwhelmed. He joined them, chuckling as he walked them through the aisles of cock rings, past the pumps - he grabbed one cock pump, one nipple pump, and one special pump - and through the aisles of medicinal supplements. More and more of the gear went into the shopping basket, and so did the drugs.

He even threw in a couple of costumes, tossing some leather in, some pirate gear, and more. There were plenty of things that they could make from that, and plenty of little games that they could have later.

By the time that he had everything that he wanted, Carl had finally come back from the back room. The rabbit looked at him, then at the brothers, and then back at him.

"You're sure that you want to do this? This stuff leaves marks, you know."

"That's the point."

"They're sure that they want this?"

"Hey, John. Daniel."

His brothers perked up, their ears rising up along the sides of their heads.

"Tell Carl here that you want to do something like this."

Oldest brother and middle brother met each other's eyes, and then nodded. John went first, the weedier of the two smiling wide.

"I've been thinking of this for a while. I want to see how many cocks I can get up my ass, and Paul told me that he can help me look like a slut."

"As for me," Daniel said, "I've been the top dog on the team for too long. I want to take a break, and if that means taking a few marks, then I'll do it."

Not the best explanation in the world, but it was something that would have to do. He gestured at them as if that explained everything, and Carl groaned.

"I guess that'll do for consent..."

They paid for it all, and as soon as they were back to the car, Paul held out his hands for their clothes. This time, he made them strip outside the car, though he did allow them to do it one by one at the back of it, where some trees hid them from the road and the car hid them from the store.

It was utterly delicious to see the two of them lined up at the back of the car with nothing on but a jockstrap, and each stained with their own juices, throbbing and dripping with their own lusts.

"You boys are looking better and better by the second."

His sluts blushed, looking down at the car, and he walked behind them, rubbing their asses again.

"Present."

They grabbed their cheeks, pulling them apart to expose their holes. Both of them were starting to stay wet now, whether from sweat or something else, he wasn't sure. Either way, they were still clenching as bad as they had been that morning, and he knew that they were more than eager to be of service to him, to have their butts played with, to be reminded of the pleasure that came from their holes.

He pulled two of the plugs from the bag. They were both made of metal, and they were both fairly large, about two inches across and about five inches long. Not really the beginner sort of plug, but then again, neither of his brothers were beginners anymore. They were both rather good at taking dick, they just needed something to keep them stretched when they weren't.

And now was the perfect time to apply them.

He spat on each plug, and then wiggled the metal tip against their holes. They both jumped, then started moaning without any sense of shame. Whatever his tongue had done to their holes, it had taken away their ability to feel that. They moaned, they wiggled, they went up on one foot to try and get the plug in a bit better, and their cocks continued to ooze and drip in the jocks.

Eventually, he pushed on the plug a bit more than he needed to, making it sink in a bit faster, a bit further. They gasped, but only in pleasure, never in pain. Both brothers were raising their tails high for him.

"Heh, good boys."

A little more pressure, a little more width, and they were wiggling like little sluts getting their bitch buttons teased. And in a way, they were. They were getting their prostates worked hard, their bodies teased and educated in how to take a dick the right way.

A little further, and their holes were stretched as far as they were going to get on the plugs, held right at the widest point. He smiled as he watched them wiggling, panting, shaking, their fingers digging into their ass cheeks to keep holding them open. Their puckers were spread wide, held open, looking like they were gaping messes, even when they weren't.

And then, pop.

The plugs slid in as if the holes were sucking them inside, and both brothers moaned. They shook, leaning forward, their holes pulsing and clenching, making the jeweled, metal bottoms of the plugs dance up and down against their holes.

"Holy shit...holy shit..."

"Yeah, that's what you want, isn't it?" he said, smiling as they panted and moaned to each other. "That's what you've needed."

"Thank you...thank you, alpha," Daniel said.

"Yes, thank you alpha," John added.

"Good boys. Now...let's get you home. I want to see how well you can make it with that sort of distraction. John, you're driving this time."

They hopped in the car, and this time, Paul had his fun with Daniel. However, rather than work with his plugged ass, he pushed his foot against his brother's crotch, squeezing that bulge in the jock between his toes. He gestured to his brother's feet, and they were presented to him. They were surprisingly clean, considering that they had been walking barefoot, and he smiled.

"Let's see how needy we can get these by the time we get home..."

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It was a longer drive, not helped by the fact that John was always distracted by the plug up his ass, by the way that his hole was getting pulled open. Every time that they hit a bump, the middle brother moaned, losing control for a short time before getting it back. They would slide around, and Daniel would moan all the more as he realized that he would have to 'suffer' the foot conditioning for that much longer.

That was half the fun, though. He knew that Daniel was only just accepting the pleasure of anal stuff right then, but the way that he was working his brother up with his feet, too, was something that the stud probably was still trying to fight. It was like he wanted to keep some sort of dignity, not be some moaning mess anytime that someone managed to flick a tongue between his toes.

Not that he had a choice.

Paul smirked every time that his licks drew a moan from his oldest brother, knowing that he was stripping away the ability for Daniel to wear much in the way of clothing. Every time that he licked something, he managed to make it more sensitive, more eager to be touched, more open to different sorts of pleasure. He had been lathering those soles and pads with licks for hours, now, and they were getting to be a new erogenous zone for the Dobie.

Now that they were home, he was looking forward to taking that further.

As they drove into the driveway, he finally let go of his older brother's ankles. Daniel shivered, putting his feet down, then instantly drawing them back up, his cock jumping in his jock as soon as his soles made contact with the vibrating floor.

"Looks like it's the bus for you, huh?" he teased his brother.

"You...mmmph...whatever you...say...alpha..."

There it was again, that acknowledgement of his authority. His ability to do what he wanted with them. His power to take and modify and corrupt and...

Oh, it sent a thrill right through his groin. He sighed happily, getting out of the car with the others. Neither showed much in the way of shame now that they were home, despite being dressed in nothing but their jocks. Despite having butt plugs that were just barely poking past the cheeks. Despite everything, they were safe enough at home, and they didn't have the shame to feel worried about someone seeing them like that.

Paul had no idea if the neighbors were watching, but at that point, he honestly didn't care. He was more interested in pushing them further, in taking them down a road of no return that they'd all love. He had already turned them into good little butt-sluts. It was time to turn the pack into something more.

They walked through the front door, his fingers pushing on the bottom of their little plugs to keep reminding them of their presence. Both brothers moaned, shivering, eagerly pushing their asses back. Weedy little John, stud Daniel, both of them helpless to the pleasures of the ass. He smiled as he watched Daniel groan every time that he took a step, almost taking painful levels of pleasure from his sensitive feet, but more than that ,he was grinding his soles into the carpet, rubbing them in, taking more sensation than he had to.

Oh, he was loving it, alright.

"Alright, boys. To the living room."

As soon as the sweaty Dobermans were seated on the couch, he grinned. They were leaving marks all over the house, now, making marks of sweat and musk that would take forever for dad to get out, if he ever could. This was no longer going to be the pristine show-house that they had moved into. This was going to be a dog house.

He pulled the bag of sex toys in with him, pulling one of the pumps. It was a twinned pair, and he smiled as he spun the small cups at the end around.

"Alright, Dan. You ever wondered what it'd be like to have pierced nipples?"

"No, alpha."

"Well, you're going to have them now. Push out your chest."

He could just make out the little pink nubs that were visible through the fur, and he licked his lips as he leaned in, rubbing his fingers along the little bumps. They hardened, but only slightly; it seemed that Dan didn't have much sensitivity to them just yet.

Oh, he could fix that.

Pinching his brother's pecs, he leaned down and dragged his tongue through the short, soft fur. What started as a soft sigh of pleasure jumped to a sudden gasp, Dan thrusting his chest forward even more as his nipples were caught on Paul's tongue. The strange magic that followed everything that tongue touched immediately started swelling those nipples, making them rise up a bit more, making them a bit more...visible. Sensitive. Eager.

He smiled as he pulled one up, letting it rest on his tongue, watching as it turned pinker, then redder, blood rushing to it and making it ever more sensitive. Bringing his hand up, he rolled it between his fingers like a knob on a board, and Dan panted for breath. His brother's boner was already rising up in his jock again, framed against the pre-stains that soaked the thing from top to bottom.

"Mmmm, are you becoming a nipple slut?"

"Nnngh. It just...it feels so..."

"You like it?"

"Fuck, yes, alpha."

He repeated the trick on the other side, making both nipples a bit more meaty and a lot more sensitive. They were almost cute, standing out the way that they did from his brother's fur, but there was more to be done than that.

As Daniel shivered, gasping for breath, he grabbed the pump. The twin nipple cups were perfectly sized for the newly swollen nubs, and he pushed them flat against his brother's chest. Daniel had just a second or two to see them flush against him before Paul squeezed the pressure bulb attached to the pump, and -

"AH!"

His brother immediately arched his back, gasping for breath, thrusting his chest forward in a way that was both manly and feminine, gasping and moaning, shaking and shuddering as his cock spat pre against the jock so forcefully that he could hear it. Paul grinned, squeezing the bulb again -

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

Yes, the pump was doing good already. He could see the little nubs swelling even further, puffing out to show through the fur, to attract the eye and the hands to play with them. They'd be nice and big for piercing in short order, and he knew that they'd be the star of the show when Dan went back to school - with permission - after this was all done.

As he got the older brother settled, allowing the pump to do what it needed to do, he turned to John. The smaller Doberman was blushing, but was more than ready for whatever was going to be done with him. John started to push out his chest, but Paul shook his head.

"Uh-uh. We're doing something different with you."

"What do you want, alpha?"

"Turn around."

John followed the order immediately, pushing his ass out and holding the cheeks apart like a good boy. The plug was bobbing up and down, and it was begging for a bit more play.

Well, it was going to get it.

Pulling the plug free with a soft, wet pop, Paul brought the other plug up. It was a bit thicker, bigger than the other ones, and it was meant to do something quite a bit naughtier than just suck on a pair of nips, or pull on a cock. This was meant to work the ass a bit more.

He wiggled it into place, getting it pressed around his brother's rim. It took a bit more work, this time, but he managed it after a few minutes. He smiled, and then squeezed the bulb. Almost instantly, his brother's rim pulled up, starting to puff up, getting a bit more red and fleshy, a little more inflamed.

"Ah...ah...what...what are you doing, alpha?"

"I'm giving you a good little bitch butt..."

And when he was done, he could give his brother some rather unique piercings around his rim, something to show off just what a perverted little deviant he was. John would get plenty of attention, he was sure of that.

All he needed was the time to apply them...

The End