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Stay Steady for Freddy for SeththeTolf by Draconicon

As soon as his brother walked through his door, Seth knew that the other tiger-wolf was in one of his bad places. Seth didn't even sit up, too afraid of sparking off a reaction from Freddy to even move as his older brother walked over to the bed. The ten year old didn't even fight when his older brother ripped the blankets off, and snorted.

"Get up."

He followed orders as fast as he could, almost jumping out of bed in fear. He didn't want to get in trouble, and he didn't want Freddy to get in trouble if things started getting out of hand. The last time that his brother had gotten in one of his bad places, and Seth had resisted, the whole house had been woken up. Freddy had gotten sent off to juvie, and Seth had felt utterly terrible. It didn't matter what his brother had wanted to do, or the bruises that were left behind. Losing his brother was unthinkable.

So he followed his brother's orders, and stayed quiet when he was in the bad places. He needed to keep Freddy here. Brothers stuck together, no matter what.

Freddy suddenly grabbed him by the crotch, and Seth bit his lip to keep from making a sound. His older brother lifted him up on tiptoes, and then kept pulling, making the little tiger-wolf fight to keep from whimpering. It was something that happened almost every time, his older brother showing who was bigger, who was stronger, and he wasn't going to fight it. Freddy needed to know that he was the big brother, and Seth wasn't going to dispute it.

He thought that his little balls were about to be pulled off when Freddy finally let him go, dropping him back onto his heels. The tiger-wolf gasped, a little whimper getting past his lips when his brother leaned in, grinning from ear to ear in one of the most frightening faces that he'd ever seen.

"Heh, you like that, you little bitch?"

"Mmph..."

"What's that? I didn't hear you. Did you like having your balls tugged like that, you little faggot?"

"...Yes."

He didn't dare say anything else. The way that his brother was while in the bad place, it would mean that he would be beaten up. And then there'd be signs that his brother was still bad, and he could be taken away.

Instead, he just got grabbed again, his balls pulled down this time. Seth went with them, falling to his knees as Freddy squeezed and pulled them, making him whimper. All through it, his older brother kept grinning in that bad, bad way, holding him down with that pressure between his legs.

"Look at you. Weak little faggot. I'm supposed to be your big brother. Do you know how hard it is when you act like a sissy all the time?"

"I'm sorry, Freddy, I'm sorry!'

"Not yet, but you're gonna be."

Freddy let go, and it took everything in Seth to keep from toppling over. He shuddered, leaning back as he felt his pajamas sliding down, his undies doing the same. It wasn't comfortable, but like moving, he didn't dare pull them back up. He didn't dare do anything that Freddy didn't tell him to do.

His brother looked at him, and he could see something there. Seth knew that his brother loved him. He knew it; he heard it all the time, even when his brother was in the bad place. But seeing him now, with that toothy smile and the evil glint in his eye, it was hard to remember it. He had to, though; he had to remember that Freddy was a good guy, that he wouldn't actually do anything too bad.

With a chuckle, Freddy grabbed him by the arm and pulled Seth to his feet. He swore that it pulled on the back of his pants, but he tried to ignore it, even as the older tiger-wolf pushed him towards the door.

"My room, sissy. Get over there. We have some stuff to do tonight."

"Yes, Freddy."

He got walking, keeping his steps as quiet and as fast - but more importantly, fast - as he could. His brother was obviously in a hurry, and he wasn't going to slow the big guy down.

Soon, they were in Freddy's room. The place was as binary as his brother was; part of it was ordered, gentle, even cared for looking, while the other half was messy, chaotic, and with little sharp, dangerous things hidden in the mess. There'd been a time or two when Seth had actually hurt himself there, and he didn't want to think about having it happen again.

They'd barely stepped inside before Freddy shut the door and locked it shut. Seth closed his eyes in nervous anticipation as his brother grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled it off. The little tiger-wolf bit back a whimper, but couldn't stop his blush as he was left naked from the waist up, and Freddy laughed.

"Heh, you'd think that the little sissy would like taking his clothes off."

"I...I do, Freddy."

"Then take off the rest yourself, you little bitch. You enjoy it so much, you take it off and show me."

It was new, but he wasn't going to push it. And this time, it might mean that he could keep his pants from being all ripped for the morning. He didn't think that their mom would keep buying that he was ripping them while at school, and he didn't think that the principal would believe he wasn't coming to school on purpose with ripped up pants and underwear.

Reaching down to his shorts, Seth undid the button and pulled down the zipper, keeping his whimpers back to the best of his ability as he shucked his shorts off of his body. The little briefs left beneath were already a bit stained, a bit of sweat pressed against them, and more where Freddy had squeezed him. His brother, however, laughed and nodded down at the briefs with a smirk.

"Still wearing those stupid tighty whities? Little sissy bitch like you should have something better. Panties or...or something."

"I - I don't have those, Freddy..."

"Heh, we'll see. Maybe steal a pair from mom and make you wear 'em."

They'd never fit, but he didn't say that. Hopefully, Freddy would be out of the bad place by morning, and then they'd go back to normal. They'd go back to the good place, hang out, play video games, do something.

His brother sat down on the bed, pulling down the front of his own pants. Seth knew what was coming, and lowered himself to his knees between Freddy's legs as that big cock was pulled out. The older tiger-wolf waved it back and forth, and Seth watched the thing sway in front of his face like a metronome.

"Heh, you know where this is going tonight, bitch?"

"Wherever you want it to -"

"NO!"

He flinched at the shout, glancing out of the corner of his eye towards the door, his ears pricking up. No footsteps, but there was no guarantee about that staying the same. He was forced to look back up at his brother a second later.

"I don't want you to say that. Where do you think it's going, bitch? You have one guess, and if you get it wrong, I'm gonna...gonna...I don't know what yet, but I'm gonna do something."

Seth shuddered. He hated it when his brother asked him a question like this. It never meant that good things were coming, and it always meant that he had a chance of getting it wrong. When he was quiet, then Freddy just did the things that he wanted to do, and Seth went with it. Now, he had to participate.

And he only had one chance.

"It's...It's going..."

"Yes?"

"U..."

"Where do you think it's going, sissy?"

"Up my a-ass?"

"Up your a-ass?" Freddy snorted at his stutter. "No, you don't have an ass. You got a little pussy. A little hole for your brother to fuck, don't you?"

Seth nodded.

"And where is it?"

"B-back...here."

He reached back and clutched his ass, even as his brother laughed. At a gesture from Freddy, he slowly turned around, pulling down the back of his underwear to reveal his bottom. Freddy's big hand grabbed it, squeezing it as he was pulled back onto his brother's lap, the tiger-wolf's cock throbbing under his little butt.

"But you know what, sissy Seth?"

"W-what?"

"That's exactly where my cock's going."

That was just what Seth thought, but it could be worse. It wasn't the first time that Freddy had done this, and he doubted it would be the last. And it was a little easier to take it back there than it was to take it down his throat. At least this way, the worst that would happen would be a little bit of blood rather than a lot of puke.

As he was lowered onto that thick cock, he bit his lip and tried to think of all the good times that he'd had with his brother. All the times that they played games, all the times that they went out and had pizza together. Good memories, good times; he wanted them, but they kept slipping away, pushed aside by that memory of the scary grin and that glint in the tiger-wolf's eyes as he looked at him.

Whimpering as his hole was forced open with that dry cock, Seth pulled an arm to his mouth and bit into it, holding back his sounds as he was forced down on the bed, taken hard from behind. He had to keep quiet. He had to keep quiet, or his parents would hear and they'd take his big brother away.

He knew, because Freddy told him they would. And Freddy would never lie to him, no matter what.

The End