It was just an ordinary day for the pair of Granbull brothers, the older one, Brandon, and the younger one, Gordie. Brandon was much bigger than the other one, having a large musclegut build while Gordie was short and chubby. Brandon had decided to crash with his brother over the summer and was making himself good and comfortable in his younger brother’s apartment, helping himself to whatever was available to him, knowing that his meeker and weaker sibling would do nothing to stop him. 

Brandon decided to do nothing more than sit around and play video games. On this day in particular he was playing online, wanting to go for a streak in the lobby. He was talking with some of his online friends and others that were in the same lobby. While he was having a good time, laughing at a joke that was said by someone else, the huge granbull was sitting on the living room couch, his legs spread out and between them was his younger brother. 

While he was still waiting for the next match to start, Brandon was groping his huge thick cock and the balls that hung under it. Gordie had his face sitting close to his sibling’s package, making small noises as he was taking in the strong musk that was being roused from the fat fingers ruffling the dark purple fur. When the match was ready, Brandon brought his other hand back up to fully wield the controller. 

“Get back to it,” Brandon muttered to his brother. His attention was on the match as it was starting, talking to those who were on his team and hurtling playful insults at his opponents. 

Gordie did as he was told, getting his head in closer to press his muzzle against his brother’s balls. Contact was made with the sack, starting right in the center. He was used to doing this, being ordered around by his larger brother and it was a source of excitement for him. The sexual thrill was even stronger than usual as Brandon was just talking with other people. While just making casual conversation through his microphone, the bigger fairy-type was making light groans in reaction to the slow drags of his younger brother’s tongue. 

“Good boy…” Brandon said a bit quieter, addressing the smaller granbull that was running his tongue along his large left orb. The other canine’s tongue was sweeping over the musky purple fur, tasting the sweat that was set in it. The light dampness was increased by the wet muscle’s movements. Gordie himself couldn’t help but make his own sounds in reaction to the strong flavor and taste that were constantly stimulating his senses. 

Being praised, even if it was in a more offhanded way, gave Gordie the motivation to keep going, moving his tongue out further to touch more of the sack. It was getting wetter as more of the surface was being brushed over by the smaller granbull’s tongue. The sweat’s flavor was stronger in some places and so was the smell. Brandon wasn’t all that keen on washing so his body always had a noticeable musk attached to it. Brandon’s focus on the game spared Gordie his sibling’s rough hand pushing his head along, roughly shoving it even closer to the sack. As long as he did what Brandon liked, he wouldn’t be pushed around and berated as much. And it wasn’t as if he didn’t like doing this. He was very aware that it was taboo to do something like this with his brother, especially one that had been his very first bully, but Gordie just couldn’t help but melt and feel his own length throbbing as he kept working his tongue and sniffing, basking in his brother’s masculine potency and virility. 

Even as he managed to cover just about all of the sack’s surface with his saliva, the scent clinging to his brother’s balls was still just as strong and offensive. He took deep breaths of it, filling his nose and lungs with the pungent earthy tang of sweat that was left to build on top of itself. It was making his mouth water and his body tingle. 

Above him, Brandon was still focused on the match that was still ongoing. While talking to his teammates he was feeling the fur of his balls being ruffled and made all the wetter and warmer by the other granbull’s saliva. He was doing a good job of keeping his tone steady while being licked all over down there. Even with the audio of the game and his friends directly in his ears, Brandon could still hear the light groans, sniffs, and licks all being made by Gordie. He knew that his little brother was enjoying all of this. The match came to an end and he was able to return his attention fully to Gordie again.

“Alright, Runt,” Brandon said, looking down at his still-sniffing sibling. “Get that mouth up here.” He brought his hand down to first stroke his cock, gripping the huge and meaty thing and waggling it like a bone that would no doubt entrance the other canine pokemon. Since there was some queue time left, Brandon’s other hand was free to also reach down, gripping the back of Gordie’s head, moving it, and then pushing it forwards so that the tip was being forced past his lips. 

Another push jammed a good portion of it inside, forcing the smaller granbull’s muzzle even wider. Gordie gagged from this, feeling the length instantly stretching his throat. Out of instinct, Gordie tried to resist what was happening, having his mouth and throat spread so wide around his brother’s thickness. The discomfort of this happening made Gordie want to pull back but he was stopped by Brandon’s greater strength, instead pushed down further yet again. 

Using his greater strength, he was making Gordie take every inch of his fat dick. His younger brother’s nose was pressed firmly to his hot, musky crotch fur. Still holding Gordie’s head still, Brandon began to thrust into it, keeping the younger granbull’s head between his large legs and most of his cock stuck down the smaller one’s throat. Gordie was making a series of muffled noises from the fat girth swabbing the walls of his windpipe, leaving behind a sheen of thick and musky precum that was quickly making the passage sloppy. 

The next match was ready and Brandon returned his hands to his controller. To keep Gordie in place, he brought his legs closer and crossed them, locking the other canine pokemon’s head in between his legs’ bulk. 

“Try not to get carried this time,” Brandon said with a laugh as he began playing, maneuvering his character on the screen while also humping away, still grinding his fat shaft against the walls that were keeping themselves snug against his girth. 

It all happened so quickly, his head being locked in between the big and slightly sweaty legs and then the harsh penetration of his mouth and esophagus. His head was only being moved about a bit while the thrusting continued, pushing all of the inches down and only tugging a few of them back. It was a bit hard to breathe against this but Gordie was managing well enough. He could see nothing but his brother’s crotch and the inches that were being pulled out. Musk was all around him and it was hard to think about anything else, his senses being clouded by the rich scent that came pouring in from every angle. 

Brandon’s talking to the other gamers just became white noise as he started swallowing down the precum, feeling the extra sticky substance sliding down into his stomach. That feeling was making him tremble along with the sharp tang of sweat that was being rubbed into his taste buds from the shaft’s pistoning. 

The bigger male’s growls became more prominent and so were the sounds of Gordie’s sucking and swallowing. Brandon told them not to worry about all of that and to focus on the game. There was a grin on his face as he continued to use his brother’s mouth, enjoying the tightness and slipperiness that just got better as more of his precum was spilled into the throat. It was so easy for him to push all of his inches down into the bulging passage over and over again. 

“Almost there...” Brandon muttered. He put more speed into his thrusting, tugging his cock along with more speed as well, listening to the way that Gordie would groan and gag a bit against his moving shaft. All of his length was slathered in fluids, be it precum or saliva from the other granbull. With every push and pull, the throbs were getting stronger and stronger. It was clear to them both that he was on the cusp of blowing his load. 

Another thrust came that wedged the throbbing length back down as far as it could be. Just after that it swelled and seed began to shoot out from the wide tip. Gordie was groaning from his throat and mouth being quickly filled up. There was a large amount of seed being ejected from the erection. He began to swallow even harder, attempting to keep up with the flood. Most of it was going into his stomach while the rest was leaking from the corners of his mouth, leaking down onto his own chest and the floor. Brandon was still playing as he was blowing his loads, his breathing being a bit heavier for the duration of his climax. 

Even when he was finished, Brandon kept the smaller granbull’s head in place, Gordie was left to wonder what would happen next as the last of the seed was gulped down. That didn’t last long as there was another liquid rushing out from the tip. With the tip already so far down, Gordie could feel it rushing down into his stomach, this new substance joining the loads that were just given. Gordie instantly knew that it was his brother’s piss and he acted accordingly, letting out another muffled whine as he began to  drink it. 

Brandon sighed from the relief and pleasure of draining his bladder right after blowing a load. He had a lot for his brother to drink down as well. While he was still playing the game, Gordie was left to endure the fat stream of fresh and hot fluid that was going directly into his gut, making it feel all the warmer and heavier. In his throat, Gordie could feel the force of it all spraying out. He continued to swallow as even the power put into ejecting the stream wasn’t enough to make it all directly splatter down into his stomach. The taste of it was strong, deep and bitter. It made Gordie groan but he made no attempts to stop any of this. Even though he didn’t have much of a choice, running the risk of being drowned in the fluid while also being stuck in place by his brother’s legs, Gordie continued to drink it all down and endure the taste when it came up to coat his tongue. 

His stomach was making room for it all and it was starting to feel a bit tight from the amount that was being put inside. The cum and piss were keeping his body warm and it was sloshing around as Gordie moved a bit, feeling his own body pulsing. Between his legs was his own erection, a slightly thick length that was just less than five inches, not even comparable to his brother’s immense size. 

Eventually the flow was slowing and easing up, giving Gordie some relief. Brandon sighed again as the match came to an end. He released the smaller granbull, letting his legs go back to their previous position. Gordie was free to let the shaft slip from his throat and mouth, able to take a proper breath when he did so. The air around him was still tainted with musk, the sharp scent kept his nose twitching and his body responding, most evident by his persistent erection, left to throb and leak between his soft, chubby legs. 

“Not bad, Runt. If you still want something to lick...” Brandon didn’t finish his sentence, he instead lifted his legs up again. Gordie didn’t expect his face to be squished between two sweaty surfaces again. But instead of brother’s large muscular legs, grinding against both sides of his face were the large and meaty soles of his older brother’s feet. He could feel their sweat being rubbed into his own fur, making his face smell of the riper footmusk, having more of a bite than the earthy tone that rose from Brandon’s crotch. 

But like the musk coming from his groin, the smell wafting from Brandon’s footpaws was just as strong, its unique tones striking him immediately. As the feet continued to rub into the fur of his face, Gordie was finding that all he could smell was their reek. He wasn’t trapped this time and had the chance to pull back if he wanted to. But Gordie kept himself right where he was. He began to moan softly and the sounds of him sniffing the air around him were easily heard. 

“Have at ‘em,” Brandon said, his tone being a bit dismissive as he focused on the next match. “...Just talking to my little bro...”

Gordie shivered and grabbed his sibling’s ankles, moving the feet attached to them at his leisure. He brought them to his muzzle so he could really indulge in the scent coming from them. It took no time at all for him to get lost in it, willingly drinking in the rich funk. It was making his short tail wag and his mouth water. Every sniff was bringing him a rush, his body would tremble a bit and his cock would throb all the harder. 

Now that the pair of feet were in front of him, Gordie couldn’t stop himself from pressing his muzzle to one of the soles. He began to lick it, moving his broad tongue upwards, starting at the heel and going up to the toes. He made sure to give those digits attention as well, taking his time to lick and even suck on them, getting them slathered in his own saliva. He could hear Brandon grunting and humming in response to the oral touching and that was making his heart race even faster. 

Gordie made sure to do the same to the other foot, giving it the exact same treatment. Moaning against the taste of sweat that was clinging to the sole, Gordie was dragging his tongue from the heel, sliding it all the way up to this foot’s toes, stopping to give them some licks and sucks as well. All the while he was making terrible attempts at hiding just how much he was enjoying all of this. 

Brandon knew it as well and made his own moves, yanking his feet from his brother’s grasp and moving them to press to Gordie’s throbbing erection. Now that they were made nice and slick, Brandon had no issue pumping them up and down. He chuckled when Gordie moaned from the contact, quickly shutting himself up so those on the other end of his brother’s headset wouldn’t hear. Still playing the match and not missing a beat, the bigger granbull was moving his feet up and down, giving the smaller fairy-type a series of strokes and squeezes with his soles. 

The footjob had just started and yet Gordie was shaking and breathing heavily from the waves of pleasure that were being forced into him. The pair of wet soles were being slicked up even more by his leaking precum. The pleasure just kept climbing further and further and it seemed that Brandon was having the easiest time doing it while Gordie was actually trying to melt into nothing. He was trying his best to hold off but a few more strokes was all it took for him to cry out and release his ropes of seed all over himself. While he was shaking and shooting his load, Brandon was above, chuckling and still pumping away with his feet. 

Gordie wasn’t given time to enjoy his afterglow. The now cum-marked soles were shoved back to his face, now needing another cleaning...