Work It To The Beat(Off) 

 

The nightly calm that settled over the house at 101 Dalmatian Street was always a relief.  

During waking hours, the whole building was near constantly in a ruckus, a side effect of having so many pups in one place. There was always somedog around or under paw to keep one from getting a really good brood going, which usually required some solitude.  

That was why Dante most enjoyed it when everyone was settled in to sleep and the house came to a peaceful stillness. That was when he could slip off to one of the rooms least often occupied by any pups who had fallen asleep right where they dropped. Privacy was also something one needed if they wanted to brood... Contemplate the oncoming doomsday... bask in the despair of the end of the world that was surely coming any day now...  

...unleash some pent-up feelings... 

The black-furred teen pup slipped into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him with care to keep the sound from carrying. Knowing that the sound of the food storage place might wake any excitable younger pup that caught it through their dreams, and spoil his plans. Dante could see the spotless counters and stacked kibble bowls on them, dimly in the moonlight that streamed through the kitchen window. Dylan had spent his evening after dinner vigorously scrubbing everything to cleanliness like he did nearly every night.  

Dylan. The thought of his older brother made Dante tense up just a bit... perhaps tense in more than one spot, really. 

Even though it was kept clean and organized by the fussy elder brother of the family, the kitchen was still filled with laying cushions and scattered toys where pups would play during the day, and it was on one of those comfy dog beds pressed into the corner of the cabinets that Dante settled himself onto, reclined into a nice angle, and sighed as he let his body relax into the pillow. His hind legs splayed open, offering what must have been an enticing view of anybody that entered the kitchen. One forepaw rested against his own chest, the other traced it’s way downward his belly, claw tips brushing through his dark fur and white spots, inching toward the sheath that rested between his open legs. Already the pointed tip was peeking outward, just waiting for a little more help.  

Dante took a deep breath in as he reached his sheath and gave it the gentle prod. His eyes slid shut as he started to let his mind drift toward something to stimulate his urges, let him get his relief. Furred faces and figures popped into his mind, the ones that gave him those warm and tingly emotions... a dachshund shape... a poodle figure... then the one he wanted to focus on. 

“Dylan...” he breathed out quietly, as his paw caressed his sheath and he felt a pulse of arousal push the length further from inside, beginning to fill out. Dante had spent lots of times watching his older brother working his chores through the house, sneaking peaks where he could... picturing the neat freak dalmatian brushing through the kitchen earlier on, performing his nerdy cleaning dance as he worked, his tail wagging behind him, causing his backside to wiggle (Dylan had inherited that asset from their mother, Delilah, for certain), and beneath that wagging tail, a cute tailstar, and a set of handsome dangling jewels that did their own bouncing about with their owner’s movements.  

Dante pictured Dylans sheath, and what must have hidden inside it, and his paw caressed his cock, now nearly grown to fullness from his fantasies. The pup shivered as the sensation sent a tingling wave through his body, and the length twitched from his touch. His eyes still squeezed shut to let his mind focus on the image of his brother bending over to slide stacks of clean bowls into the cabinet, offering an inviting vision, making the dark dally’s bone bounce in his paw. Holding back a moan that he didn’t want to carry, he let his second forepaw slip down to join the first, working them both around his length to start a slow stroking. Biting his lip to stifle his sounds, he lost himself in the progressing fantasy of watching his big brother offer himself for the dark furred boy. 

Lost himself so much that he didn’t hear the sounds of a newcomer, home late from a gig and hungry for a late-night snack, quietly open the kitchen door and slip inside.  

Dante’s thoughts dwelt on the picture of Dylan’s rump, raised, shaking, his imaginary self slipping closer, climbing onto his big brother’s back... His paws working his shaft from base to tip in a steading stroking motion, feeling his breath start to quicken. Trying to savor the pleasurable sensations, he kept his eyes closed and focused on how it felt to work himself, with a drag up his length before a firm grip to tug back down all while another feeling traced up his dick at the same time.... 

...wait... another feeling...? 

Dante’s eyes flipped open, and he stifled a terrified yelp at the sight of another dog inches away from him, peering up intently from between his legs with an amused expression, one paw rubbing up and down his dick in a lazy fashion. Black ears with a couple identical white spots, and a set of Red headphones standing out on his head. His eyes had a little bit of a glazed look about them as he grinned up at the dark furred dalmatian. 

“DJ...?!” He huffed out, almost forgetting to keep his voice down to not wake up the entire house. “What are you...” 

“Heeeeey, Dante... you havin’ some fun, Big Bro?” DJ giggled out, his tongue lolling to the side of his cheek as he still rubbed his smaller paw across his brother’s cock.  

Dante couldn’t suppress a soft groan as his younger sibling toyed with him, the feeling of another dog’s paws on his bits caused the traitorous organ to twitch involuntarily. He eyed DJ with panic at both being caught playing with himself, his clear desire to join in... and his apparent state of mind. 

“DJ.. Are you High? Whats gotten into you?”  

DJ’s muzzle just turned up to an even wider grin. “Somedog passed around a little Catnip at the rave I spun tonight, I had a little dip, that’s all... I can seeeee why Deepak likes the stuff. ‘S really nice. You should try some and chill out.... or maybeeee... you just need to finish jackin’ off here, release some good vibes...” 

“...What?” was all that Dante could croak out.  

“It’s cool... I’ll even help ya’ out here.” 

“What??” came the reply... Intelligent, Dante! He could sense that Doomsday was approaching a LOT quicker than he anticipated. 

DJ, for his part, ignored the rising panic in his brother’s voice, as he added his second paw to Dante’s shaft and resumed the stroking off that the older pup had abandoned in his panic. Letting his clawtips ever-so-gently graze over the thick red flesh, putting his pressure on... DJ let his glazzy eyes roam over his brother’s entire body, and DJ licked at his lips. “You know, Dante... I never noticed before how much of a Hot Twink you are...” 

“WHAT?!?” Dante almost boomed out into the echoey empty kitchen.  

And still, his dick did the most awful thing it could do at such a delicate time. It throbbed in his brothers grasp and dribbled pre from its tip. DJ noticed, and as he built a rhythm on Dante’s meat, the musician pup let his head lean in and he dragged his warm, wet tongue across the head, lapping up a sample of what was building up to the peak performance.  This dragged a groan from his brother, who was clearly trying to hold back the sounds of pleasure.  

Silly Dante... DJ thought to himself as he leaned down to press his tongue at the base of the shaft, before drawing a sloppy, wet lick all the way back up to the tip, as his paws wrapped round it and stroked downward...this is happening, just enjoy it! 

Dante seemed to break down at the persisting actions of his younger brother, his own paws had abandoned his dick without his notice, to find themselves gripping at the bed pillow underneath him. Gritting his teeth, he whimpered and another pleasured groan slipped out. His rocket twitched and pulsed every time DJ made a move on it, pushing him rapidly toward his release. The dark dalmatians balls began to flex as they ached to burst.  

As DJ continued his tongues motions up and down his brother’s instrument... always fun to play a wood-wind hehehe... he let one of his paws abandon the strokes to the other, to slide down and cup the black, fuzzy orbs that rested at the base of the sheath, caressing and giving them the stimulating squeeze. Rewarded with another open and increasingly desperate moan from Dante, he took the sign that his poor pent-up sibling was getting close. Coming back up to lick another dribble of precum from the tip, enjoying the salty taste of his seed, he closed his muzzle over the tip and licked rapidly, his paw remaining on the shaft starting a rapid back and forth, jerking him off and waiting for his ovation. 

And it came hard. Dante broke, his back arching into the cabinet behind him, hips bucking upward. Balls tightening as they pushed their contents like a geyser up that pipe, flooding his brothers waiting maw with ropes of hit, sticky seed. “Nnnnngh! D...DJ...!!”  

DJ closed his muzzle around the head, and took in the powerful spurts of cum as they sprayed the back of his throat, gulping down the volume of seed that Dante had clearly been storing up for a good while. Unable to keep it all in, several dribbles escaped his lips, running down his chin. 

When it seemed the older pup had no more to feed him, DJ pulled his muzzle free of the drooping cocktip with a slurp, eyes finding Dante had collapsed backward, and was a panting, limp mess on his pillow. Grinning with satisfaction, DJ moved up to nuzzle at his brother affectionately. “See, Dante? A little fun isn’t the end of the world.”  

Licking his chin clean of the excess cum, DJ turned round to look through the kitchen... what do you know, he didn’t feel hungry anymore. Heh. He just grinned back to Dante, bid him a good night, and slipped off out the door toward his bed, Leaving the older pup to recover and collect his thoughts... it took a bit for Dante to sit himself back up, taking in the dark kitchen one more time, as more moonlight flooded in to light up the room a little clearer...  

His eyes widened as he caught a glint of light in an opposite corner of the kitchen, from a pair of round eyes that he hadn’t seen in the deeper darkness before. Someone who had been sleeping quietly on another cushion, having fallen asleep after all his cleanup late into the evening. Now wide awake, likely for the entire show.  

Dylan was staring with wide eyes and an open-mouthed expression of shock, directly across the room at Dante. 

Oh No.... Dante thought as he felt his heart stop in is chest... It’s Doomsday!