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A Few Magical Licks

Part 6

For Asbeoth

By Draconicon

Keeping John and Daniel in their subby head-space was surprisingly easy, particularly once he got them to help make the house nice and messy like a doghouse should be. It didn't take long before the different plants in the house were marked with musk-stains, before the blankets had been made a bit crustier with cum - though not filthy - and the perpetual scent in the house did a lot to keep them both in the horny, subby moods that he preferred them to be in.

As they drifted through their days together in a horny haze, their eyes half-closed and their eyes glazed over as if they were high on some of John's weed, the two older brothers often groaned and panted for each other, even going so far as to play with each other's bodies without Paul having to tell them to do it. When that happened, the youngest brother loved to watch, often stopping whatever he was doing to sit down and jerk it to the pair of them.

And what a pair they had become. Both brothers had gotten their nipples pierced, though Daniel had the bigger set. A pair of steel hoops adorned his chest, the weight of the thick metal pulling his nipples forward a bit more than they needed to. The nipples themselves had been pumped again and again, making the thick pink bits of flesh poke out through the brown fur of the Doberman's chest with ease, and the steel kept them there. As far as Paul was concerned, it was the perfect look for the jock.

Daniel, on the other hand, had a bit more of a barbell look in the chest. Not much more than that there, but if the Doberman ever turned around, the middle brother showed a series of taint piercings, as well as a hoop that adorned his asshole, something that hung just at the part nearest to the taint. More than once, Paul had hooked a leash to that and dragged his middle brother around the house.

But that was just part of the fun. The big part, the really big part, was being their alpha.

He sat on the couch in the living room, his legs pushed forward, his toes resting on either side of their pumped dicks. They both sported Prince Albert piercings now, their cocks sagging down from the constant pumping and the way that it made them thicker, heavier, and the way that they humped against his toes only made them look like even bigger perverts. He could hear the soft pop, pop, pop sounds of the dildos that they were riding slamming into and out of their asses, training them still further for him.

"Heh, you like that, boys?" he asked.

"Yes, Alpha," they answered, panting as they humped his feet, then sat down on the dildo, then humped forward again. "We love it. We love it. We love it so much."

They always said that, and over the course of the week, he knew that they meant it. Whether it was due to the addiction to his touch that they'd gotten from his magical tongue, or whether it was from all the training that he had put them through, they were both eager for whatever they could get from him. Even if it was as slight as a grope, they would eagerly beg for more, hoping to get him to take them and use them like the alpha that he had become.

It was perfect. It was just fucking perfect.

He groaned as he jerked his cock to the show of his debauched, conquered, corrupted brothers. The jock and the stoner, the muscle-boy and the pussy-chaser. So much for either of them ever conquering college. From now on, it would be him that led the way, him that pushed forward and did what he wanted.

And when dad got home...when he walked through that door...

The musk was not just to keep his brothers zonked out so that they were willing to get into whatever sort of horny event that he came up with. It was also to make sure that the oldest of the family was also willing to hop into bed when the time came. Paul had a special plan for him, a very, very special plan.

He was still jerking himself off when he heard the sound of a car coming up the drive. The youngest Doberman smirked, pulling his feet back.

"Alright, bros. Get behind the couch and watch your alpha at work. It's time for dad to see who's really in charge."

His older brothers nodded, slamming their asses down and just about slurping the dildos on the floor right into their holes. They clamped, and then jumped, leaping behind the couch as if they had never been in the room in the first place.

Paul, on the other hand, leaned back against the couch, his arms over the back of it. His cock was still out; he didn't bother putting that away, particularly since it was adding to the scent in the room.

Just a few minutes, and I'll have him. He never could turn this down when mom was around, so I bet he's just the same now...

The Doberman relaxed, letting his scent fill the air around him, letting him just get nice and comfortable. There was no point of wearing more than the jock that he had tucked around under his balls, and he doubted that his dad would feel any better seeing him in more clothes when the house was in as much of a state as it was. He smirked to himself, crossing his legs at the ankles, wiggling his toes in anticipation.

Click, went the lock.

Rattle, went the knob.

Thump, crack, shatter went the bottle of liquor that his dad had in his hands as he walked through the front door and saw the state of the living room.

"What...the fuck..."

The older Doberman was dressed in a button-up shirt, one that was tightly tucked into a pair of slacks that were just a bit too tight for him. He was showing off more than he probably wanted to, his cock starting to pop from his sheath, and visibly so, too, the tube starting to rise in the front the more that the older male breathed in.

His dad was a muscular man, the sort that had gone into middle age with a good body and had worked hard to keep it. Looking at him, it was easy to see where Daniel had gotten his body and his muscles from, but their father had worked hard to keep it. Some of his fur along the sides of his muzzle was prematurely going gray and silver, but not much. Not enough to call him a graymuzzle just yet.

And then there was that tail. Stubby and short, it was kept clipped close to the body, something that kept their father from ever revealing his real emotions. It was a downside to everyone in the family, since it meant that they never knew how their father felt.

Except now. The rage in the old man's eyes was perfectly clear, and yet, Paul still managed to smirk.

"Welcome home, old man."

"What the hell did you do to my house?"

"You like it?"

"I am going to beat you for this..."

"Oh, are you?"

Paul chuckled, folding his arms behind his head. The musk in the air was not as good an aphrodisiac as the touch of his tongue, but he had spread that around, too. The spit that would normally get a body going was on every leaf of every plant, soaked into the carpet with sprays that he'd had Daniel and John do throughout the house. Even the doorknobs had been drugged with that.

It was getting the older Doberman's bulge to grow that much fatter, that much bigger, that much more eager. He chuckled to himself, giving his cock another little stroke.

"I think you're going to want something else, soon enough."

"You pervert. Where the fuck are your brothers?"

"Oh, somewhere."

"Where?!"

"Somewhere, dad." Paul smirked. "And I'll have them come out when I'm good and ready for them."

"I should have reported you to the cops the first time you jerked off on your brother's pillow, or when the school said that you'd pinned someone in gym and..."

"And what? Fucked them and showed them what it's like to be a slut?"

"You always were a complete degenerate. It's time that I deal with you properly. A beating, and then the cops."

"Oh, dad, you won't be beating me...though you might be beating off with me."

That was enough to enrage the other Doberman. His dad slammed the door, stomping across the room. Already, his breathing was speeding up, and his face was turning as red as a drunk's. His tongue was starting to hang out, and his cock...well, his cock was starting to throb harder than Paul's was.

His dad made it halfway across the room before he realized that something was off. He stopped, his eyes going wide, and he looked down at his crotch. Paul chuckled as the older dog grabbed his dick through his pants, and then chuckled more as the older male looked him right in the eye.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm going to make sure that you learn your place, just as much as my brothers did."

"What did you do, Paul? What the fuck did you do?"

"Oh, just what I wanted. What I've always wanted."

"You - that's not an answer!"

"Oh, no? Then why don't you come over here and fuck the answer out of me..."

It was the biggest threat that he could have made to the macho male that loomed over him. More than once, the Doberman had looked down at him and threatened violence. More than once, Paul had been threatened with being evicted out of the house, kicked out and thrown onto the street if he was going to act like some sort of whore in the other man's house. It was always followed by a spanking at best, and more than once, he had been made to go to a hotel to recover before he could come back.

Yet, this time, he had the power. This time, he had set it all up to make things work out his way.

Paul held that shit-eating grin on his face as his dad's body processed all the spit, all the power, all the musk in the house that had been building up for days. He spread his legs wide, and he held one hand over his face, flicking his tongue between his fingers.

"Come and get it, stud," he said with a smirk.

"You rotten...you little..."

"You're already losing it, dad. You lost it the minute you stepped inside."

He whistled, and his brothers hopped over the couch. In the space of a second, they had already grabbed the old man, thrown him to the carpet, and had pinned him down. The older Doberman gasped in shock, staring at his sons, at his naked sons, and he squirmed, trying to pull himself free.

"Let me go! You don't know - let me go! I can save you!"

"They don't want saving, dad," Paul sad as he got up from the couch, cracking his neck as he rolled his head from side to side. "They don't want to be saved. They want to be good little bros for me. Treat me like the alpha I am. Isn't that right, bros?"

"Yeah..."

"Little bro is the real alpha..."

They groaned, their eyes staring straight ahead, their cocks still hard, their asses still plugged with the dildos. He chuckled at the sight, shaking his head as he knelt down by his father, rubbing his fingers over those slacks. Oh, there was a boner in there, alright. A big, hard, stiff one that was eager to pop out. He decided to help it out.

A little pull of the zipper showed it in the tight little briefs that his father liked to wear, and he smiled as he kneeled down between the old man's kicking legs. He held the thighs down, dragging his nose along the bulge.

"Mmm, a nice bouquet," he teased, giving the tip a tiny lick, dampening the briefs slightly, making the shaft inside that much more visible. It twitched. "Yes, that's a good cock, alright."

"Mmmph...when I get out of this...when I get your brothers to snap out of this..."

"Oh, you won't be snapping out of this..."

He pulled the briefs down, letting the tapered cock slip into view. The smell and the spit on the old man's hand had done enough to get him horny as hell, and it was only going to get worse the longer that his cock was out in the open, throbbing and bobbing and twitching and swelling.

As it started oozing pre, he gripped it right at the base, making sure to give it enough pressure for the knot to start growing. His dad groaned, arching his hips despite himself.

"Last warning, boy. Let me go...let me go, and I won't call the police."

"By the time I'm done, you won't want to."

"I ain't some fag, you shit!"

"Heh...not yet."

He leaned down, opening his mouth just enough to allow the very tip of that cock to slide into his mouth. It was hot, it was hard, and it was more than a little salty with pre-cum. He swallowed the first little blast of it across his tongue, then guided it further into his mouth, allowing it to run over his tongue, through his muzzle, all the way to the back of his mouth.

One long swallow later, it was lodged in his throat, and his father was gasping for breath as he slathered the shaft with his tongue's attentions. It didn't take long for it to start throbbing, for it to start getting heavier, thicker, for it to start oozing more into his mouth.

"Ah...ah..."

He had considered turning his father into another bitch boi like his brothers, but there was something just a bit off about that idea. The old man had always been something of a stud, and it seemed a waste to turn him into a carbon copy of the other two. So, he'd decided to take a different route. His father would never be a full stud again, not for females, but he would have a dick-brain.

He sucked from the base all the way to the tip, taking his time to really milk the shaft, to tease it, to make it throb and grow and swell for him. He groaned as he felt it getting nice and big in the back of his mouth, feeling it twitch like mad. Pressing his lips tight to the shaft, he worked himself all the way back, taking his time to really press down, to really suck, to really pull with his mouth.

All the way back, until it popped out from between his lips. It throbbed, bouncing, twitching, and it was different.

As ever, his mouth had worked its magic, and this time, it had turned his father's cock into something that more closely resembled a dildo than a proper shaft. It was bigger, a full two inches bigger, and it was nearly a foot long in total. The shaft was fatter, too, almost as wide as Paul's fist, which was saying something.

But more than that, it was darker, redder, looking like something artificial, and it had a reddish shine around it that was different to what it had been before. It was more than just the shine of spit, either. It was almost...almost like it had been turned to something like silicone.

Hehehe...

He gripped the base again, giving it a few squeezes, and this time, his father positively humped the air. One thrust, two, three, shoving his hips right off the floor and into Paul's hand, slamming his cock between the dog's fingers.

"Fuck!" his father shouted. "What the FUCK did you do to me?!"

"I'm turning your cock into a toy...into a good little dildo on legs...and making sure that you can't think with anything but your dick ever again."

Just like his brothers couldn't think with anything but their hungry holes ever again. Just like they couldn't stop thinking about their bare feet, and how much they wanted them slimed. Just like they couldn't stop thinking about how much they wanted to suck on cock, to feel it parting their lips, to feel it using them and owning them over and over and over again.

It was the pleasure of being a cock-slut, and his father was going to discover it for himself, today.

The pleasure of that cock was just perfect, too. It was the right size, and it was going to last for however long he told it to last. Paul leaned in again, dragging his tongue from the base of his father's sheath all the way to the tip of the shaft, his spit clinging to the rod almost like it was applying some sort of condom. He could feel the shaft getting stiffer and stiffer, almost like it was losing the ability to go soft, almost like his father was going right to the edge of orgasm...

And then, with one more lick to the head, he managed to stop it. The shaft continued to twitch, to throb, to beg to cum, but Paul had taken that ability from his father. There was no way that this big dick was going to cum anymore. Not without permission, at least.

He sniffed at the shaft as his father started whimpering like a good little bitch, humping away at the air as he tried to get himself off. The big guy obviously hadn't figured out what was going on yet, but it wouldn't take long before his dad started realizing that orgasm was no longer a possibility for someone like him.

Soon enough, he'd know that he'd been chastised, left all but impotent. He might be able to get it up - hell, at this point, he was pretty sure that his dad would have a harder time going soft - but cumming? Heh...not likely.

He slobbered over the shaft again, working down to the balls. His father moaned, alternating between thrusting his hips forward to get more and pulling back to try and resist the pleasure. The latter happened less and less as the seconds wore on, and he knew that he was going to be the winner this time around. He was going to be the one that broke his dad, rather than his dad breaking him.

Thrusting his muzzle forward, he sucked the whole thing down his throat once more, bobbing along the shaft, sucking it to the base. He felt the knot starting to grow, knew that his dad was trying to get off, was hoping that he would cum once he was back to getting sucked off. The older male had always been using his mom's face for that, had always been pushing her to suck him off rather than let him get off in her pussy.

And now? Now, every thrust was sealing his doom, making his cock that much more present in his life, that much more controlling, and that much more resistant to cumming. Paul grinned, looking at his brothers. He nodded ever so slightly, and they let go.

And just like that, his father lunged for him. Paul knew that it was coming, but he was still shocked at the sheer ferocity of his father's 'attack' on his face. He was slammed back against the couch, his head grabbed in two hands, his mouth shoved down so hard that he actually gagged for the first time in a long time. He coughed and sputtered as that shaft plundered his throat, and he swallowed hard around it.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you..."

One thrust after another pummeled his neck, but he took it. He swallowed, he coughed, he spluttered from time to time, but he took the throat-fucking as only he could take something like that. He groaned every time that he tasted his father's musk, his pre, his need, but he didn't pull back, nor did he fight.

If anything, he welcomed this. He might have been the alpha, but that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy being on the back foot from this. He liked having things inside of him, and he liked his father putting him to use in a sexy way.

In and out, in and out, in and out, that cock went. He could feel it pressing his tongue down, could feel it invading his throat, could feel it everywhere. It was trying to claim him, and it was doing a pretty damn good job. It was all the way in the back of his throat, those furry balls on his chin, and he could feel it throbbing, the knot swelling, trying to seal to him and get the big dog off.

Not that that was going to happen.

As John and Daniel knelt at his sides, humping their asses back against their toys once more, Paul let himself get lost in the rhythm of the face-fuck. There was a fine art to it, something that most males didn't quite understand, but he knew how to enjoy himself. He knew how to take it.

Swallow, breathe as it came out, then swallow again as it slammed in. The big man was using the full length of his newly-grown cock, trying to break him with it, and Paul allowed the big guy to go all out. He wanted to see how far it would go, how much he could take, how much he could enjoy.

He moaned as he groped his cock with his free hand, allowing it to throb and swell between his fingers. As violently as his mouth was fucked, his stroking was almost lazy, like it almost didn't matter.

Go on. Get your cock more and more desensitized. Turn yourself into a literal cock-brain. Soon enough, you won't be thinking of anything but your hard-on...

In and out, in and out, in and out, furry balls bouncing off his chin, thick cock plundering his mouth and throat. It had to have been ten minutes by that point, the face-fucking going on and on. He was almost bored, now, and he groaned under his breath.

"Mmmph...fuck you...fuck you..."

"Mmph."

"Fuck you...fuck you..."

He rolled his eyes, and eventually tapped his dad on the thigh. The big dog stopped, looking down at him, just as confused at the gesture as the fact that he had stopped.

Finally able to pull back, Paul dragged his head off of the thick shaft that had been just about raping his face. He coughed, clearing his throat, and looked back up at his dad.

"You might want to stop before you completely exhaust yourself. That cock can keep going, but you can't."

"Mmmph...you...you did...what...what's wrong..."

"You can't think, can you?"

The older dog pulled back, his hands on the sides of his own head this time. His cock throbbed and bounced, the dark red shaft drawing the former patriarch's eyes down, making him stare at his own dick.

"That's right. You gave in to the 'punishment' that I came up with for you. You just grabbed me and fucked my face, and now, you have a dick that won't stop throbbing. All you can think of is your dick. All you can think about is putting your dick where it will give you pleasure. All that you can think about...is fucking me."

His dad looked up, his face twisting as if he was trying to find an argument, but there was no way for him to find one. Paul had already sucked most of his thoughts right out through his dick, and that meant that there was almost nothing left for him to think with.

Of course, just like with John and Daniel, there would be a slight recovery. Slight. The big man would eventually be able to live normally, to do things that didn't involve fucking, but the moment that Paul opened his mouth or spread his ass cheeks, the moment he made contact with his dad, that would change. Everything would come back again, all that hunger, all that need, and the older Doberman would be humping away.

That would take days, though, days of being left alone, days of not stroking himself. Days that the youngest son, the youngest brother, didn't plan to give his father just yet. Instead, he grinned as he grabbed his father by the balls, pulling him close again, licking along the sac and right up to the base of the shaft.

"Oh, you like that, huh? You like the feeling of your son's tongue, now? You like having a fag down between your legs?"

He gripped those balls a bit tighter, but the touch only seemed to inflame his father's lusts that much more. Everything that could be done to those balls, all that could be done to that cock, would be pleasurable to someone that was this much of an addict now.

Licking from sac to shaft, and from base to tip, he let the long rod rest against the side of his face. He gripped it at the bottom, chuckling.

"Looks like you've blown your last load for a while, old man. How about you give my bros the chance to start sucking you off? They could use the practice."

"You...they're my..."

"You want something on your dick, don't you?"

"Nnnngh..."

"Yes, yes, you do. Little addict. Now, get over there...fuck Daniel's face."

And with nothing more than that, his dad did as he was told, lunging for the oldest of the boys and grabbing him, throwing him down and fucking his face with the same fury that he had shown for Paul's. The youngest of the Doberman siblings sat on the couch again, crossing his legs at the ankle to watch the show.

It was quite the thing, too, considering the sheer ferocity that his dad had when it came to face-fucking. There was no mercy there, no holding back, nothing to show that there was some kindness behind it. The loving dad, if he had ever been there in the first place, was long gone. He had been replaced by someone that only thought with his dick, someone that only thought about getting off. Even though it was impossible for him now, the old man would always be thinking about getting his dick in someone, always thinking of cumming and rutting and thrusting and fucking.

It was going to be amusing to see how long he could keep his job with that sort of mentality, particularly if Paul decided to mess with him on the way to work. It was going to be all sorts of entertaining, for sure.

As soon as his father was so deep into fucking Daniel's mouth that he wouldn't notice anything else, though, Paul got up and started walking through the house. A strange sense of nostalgia had gripped him, and he wanted to look around again, see where it pulled him.

He walked through the house, seeing the way that the carpet and wooden floors were all pushed down, damp, wet with the juices of sex and sluttery. He could see that there were many places where it had already caused permanent marks, marks that would remind everyone of what had caused it. He imagined that with all the rutting that they'd do, they'd leave more stains around the house as the years went on.

He passed by the various bedrooms, noting that they were all open, all of them exposed. There was no more privacy in the house, and he'd be surprised if they ever had the doors closed ever again. They were all open to each other now, and he felt like that was a better thing than what they'd had before. Privacy was overrated.

Paul walked down to his father's bedroom, smiling at the big bed. This was going to be his room from now on, and he had little doubt that it was going to be a mess before long, too. The only difference between it and his room when he was done was the fact that he wouldn't need the toys in his room anymore. He had three toys living with him, two that would worship him, and one that would fuck him.

There was a great sense of satisfaction now that he had managed to bring down his entire family. Two older brothers, one angry father. They were all his now, all able to call him alpha, all able to look at him and know that he was the one in charge.

There was really something immensely satisfying about that. His cock still throbbed, still begged for attention, but at the same time, he was...well, he was happy about something besides sex for a change.

No more jock that looked down on him.

No more stoner that ignored him.

No more dad that disapproved of him.

Now, they were all good dogs, good dogs under the alpha of the pack, and he would be the one calling the shots. He would be the one telling them what to do, and he'd be the one judging them.

This was not where he had planned to go when he had started all of the work he had done. He hadn't planned on corrupting them for his own emotional wellbeing. He had imagined breaking them down, using them, but his fantasies had never gone further than that. Instead, he'd ended up feeling better and better as he had taken down each one of them, safer, happier, and now...

Now, he felt invincible.

Let the world come at him. Let the world say that he was no good. Let the world try and paint him as nothing but a fuck-slut, someone that focused too much on sex and cum and pleasure, who ignored the real world. They could say whatever the hell they wanted, because he had an entire pack to tell them that they were wrong.

I'm on top of the world, now.

He sat on the edge of his father's bed, pulling his cock back into his hand. Pointing it down, he ground the dripping head against the sheets, marking his territory as he got comfortable. It was going to be a long day of getting his father properly trained, getting him on the pumps as well, making sure that big fat dick got to be the right size for everyone to get properly fucked with.

But that was for later. For now...

For now, he was going to lean back, enjoy his cock, and fantasize about what he was going to do with his father and brothers when they were done enjoying each other. He had his pack, and that should be enough...

For now.

As he stroked himself, he imagined other fantasies, of taking his pack to school and showing his family off. He imagined having his father pin someone down, using that big dick to train them until he could put his tongue to use. He imagined his brothers holding down his new toys-to-be, of using them as his thugs to bring more and more deviancy to the school.

Maybe he'd even do it...but not yet. For now, for now, his pack would be enough.

The End