A pair of black-tipped claws grasped the man’s coat, clutching it a little tighter to himself. “Mmnn, why’s it so fucking cold out today..?” he mumbled, fixing his glasses. The spotted moth was only a little irritated at this sudden cold sweeping in from the north. The same could not be said of his reptilian friends, however, who spit and hissed at the mere mention of it. Every so often, a little puff of condensed air left his open, strangely fanged mouth, his two antennae pinned back by a rather thick beanie. Even moths, for all their fluff and fuzz, could still succumb to the harsh January weather. Taking a few steps forward, that same arthropod approached the small flat on the side of the street, reaching forward to knock on the door. However, he paused when heard a rather interesting sound.. Slapping? No, not quite, it was a little louder than that. Joining each little crack was the sound of a whimpering moan, which, quite frankly, was all he needed to hear. “C’mon, let me in, it’s fucking freezing out here!” he called, rubbing his fingers together in an attempt to warm them. Immediately, the slapping stopped and the sound of a muffled squeal came from behind the door, followed by sliding, and perhaps a few objects falling to the ground. “Eliiiiiii!” The girly, cute voice grew louder and louder, till the door itself flew open and he was hugged by something green, white, and shiny. The something appeared to be a snake, clad in shiny black leather gloves traveling up to his shoulders, a similarly composed belly shirt, and a blindfold tied around his eyes. “Heheh, hey there Xanth. I didn’t.. Interrupt anything between you two, did I?” Of course he did, the only proof you would ever need was the look on the black-haired snake perched right beside him. Scorn, jealousy, and pent up frustration clung to the much more masculine, leather-wearing male’s features. Not that this was anything new by now, Eli had learned to ignore the death glare of Xanthus’ brother. “You damn well know the answer to that, moth.” the snake growled, turning his slitted eyes off towards something in the distance. “H-Hey, he might not have known we were—” He was interrupted by the crack of a paddle, striking right where the submissive snake boy’s ass WOULD be, had he a more traditionally humanoid body. This resulted in a helpless squeal of pain. “Quiet pet, I did not ask your opinion.” Eli could not have looked any less entertained. “Yes yes Xerxes, we get it, you’re the big scary snek in charge, we’re all so very impressed. Can I get out of the fucking cold already?” This got a derisive snort from the dark-haired reptile. Both brothers turned around without a word, slipping back inside at the exact same time, as conjoined snakes were apt to do. In all honesty, he still hadn’t gotten used to them in that regard, and the fact that the dominant, controlling one of the two hated his guts did not help one bit. Still, he shut the door behind him, removed his coat and hat, and shook off any remaining snow that still clung to his fuzzy body. Their home was, as usual, a little too hot for his tastes, but reptiles were often not fond of the cold. He figured it was an ancestral thing. “Why’re you so worried anyway? You’ll be literally right next to him the entire time. It’s not as if either of you actually have a choice anyway.” The two wheeled around to face him as soon as Eli finished speaking. Apparently, control was primarily in the hands of the dominant one. Obvious, once you considered it. “Because I am well aware of what sort of intentions YOU have with him. He is very impressionable, and I would hate to see my lovely little brother come home with a variety of nasty ideas in his head.” As he spoke, Xerxes’ voice grew lower and more sensual. One of his hands even rose to his twin’s cheek, tenderly stroking across the scaly flesh in just the right way to make the white-haired male squirm and moan. Even Eli had to admit that he found the sight rather appealing, though he’d never admit it. “I don’t know if there’s much more I could do to him that you already haven’t, buddy. Besides, he told me with his own words that he wanted to have a semi-normal date for once. And guess what? People who’re are dating each other go on fucking dates. Let him do what he wants for once in his goddamn life. You’re not his mother, as much as I’m sure you’d get off to that.” Xerxes rose to hiss some sort of nasty curse right back at the moth, but surprisingly, the timid creature that had kept quiet for the duration of this disagreement decided to speak up right then. “P-p-please, brother… I.. I want to try this. I know you’re not happy about it, b-but.. Eli cares. He really does, I can tell. He won’t do anything to.. Hurt me, or take me away from you. It’s.. It’s just a date!” Xerxes looked utterly astonished at this display of brief confidence. Yet, even as his head tilted to one side, his expression seemed to maintain that eerie stillness. The silence alone was enough to make the blindfolded snake cower a little, clearly expecting punishment for such imputence. “What. Did I say. About speaking without permission, pet.” That last word was emphasized with a particular amount of spitting fury. “I-I-I’m sorry sir, that was n-not right of m-me, I beg you to f-f-forgive this lowly slave..” By now, Eli had really started getting a handle on just why his new boyfriend was so damn afraid to ask for pretty much anything. It was getting on his nerves. “Aaaalright, let’s just knock this shit off for two seconds. Please, listen to your brother for once. Does he sound happy right now?” The dominant man turned his head towards his brother, observing him for a brief moment. He was shaking, visibly so, but not so much in the usual way that involved a great deal of moaning and arousal. To be sure of this, he even reached towards the young man, carefully pulling his blindfold upward. Xanthus’ pupils narrowed from the harsh reaction to the light pretty much immediately; His eyes locked onto his brother’s, and a few tears clinging to his cheeks. “...You truly do want this, don’t you?” Xerxes asked. His voice had softened considerably from its much harsher tone. “...M… Mhm… I’ve never... had a date before.” he mumbled, those lovely orbs of his shifting their attention to the ground. “I see.” A long hiss of air left the frustrated snake’s nostrils. Had he been too careful? Too… clingy? He shuddered to even consider the notion. In either case, Xerxes attention finally shifted back to the moth, who lifted his brow. “So can we go? Before it gets any colder?” “...You may, yes. However, there is one thing I must take care of, before we leave.” One of the snake’s hands dragged up along his brother’s lower body, a gentle, teasing sensation that utilized his fingertips. They brushed across his hip, around to Xanthus’ front, where he’d permanently chastised himself. A round piece of polished metal and hypoallergenic rubber covered his slit entirely, four holding points implanted in his body… it would never come off, and his neglected member would never be touched again for the rest of his life. A single touch to that very device was all it took to force a gasp from his twin’s lips; it had been years for him, after all. “...My brother… my dear, lovely twin.. You love me, do you not..?” One of his hands cradled the submissive snake’s cheek affectionately, thumb wiping tears from his eyes. “You are mine, and belong to me, forever… You will always come back to your Master, won’t you?” Xanthus’ back arched as if in a trance, forked tongue hanging out of his mouth and eyes rolled back in his head. Unable to become erect, his hips bucked towards his lover’s touch, a fruitless but inevitable gesture. “Nnnnn.. Of c-course, sir.. I-I’m yours..” he whispered. Xerxes dragged that same torturous hand upwards, to his chest, pinching one of his nipples through the thin, shiny rubber covering them, and tugged. Hard. It was enough to force a cry from his lips, a single line of drool flowing down the side of his mouth. “Are you certain?” The commanding reptile inquired. “Haaahhh~! Y-Yes, yes I’m sure Master! I’m yours, your pet, slave, slut, whatever y-you want me to be!” Those words seemed to satisfy Xerxes, enough to press his mouth right up against his sibling’s. Forked tongues danced, twisted around one another, their saliva mixing together in a mess of pure lust and affection. It was the black-haired one who broke the kiss first. Satisfaction in his visage, he gave his brother one last stroke across the top of his head. “We will return shortly, moth. This weather is not suited for our kind, and we must be sure we will remain warm on your… date.” Eli waited patiently near the door, already dressed up once again in his coat and winter hat. A full ten minutes passed before the sound of slithering down stairs was heard. The oddly distinct noise grew louder with time, and soon, the twins came into view. Despite the events that had just unfolded, the sight before him was enough to make Eli burst out into a wide, amused grin. It was simply too damn cute. Xerxes wore a rather thick, standard Winter coat, a scarf around his neck and a winter hat to keep most of his face hidden from view, save for his eyes. They were not amused, as if forced to appear bored or uninterested, not even bothering to look towards the overtly tall insect. Xanthus, however, was an entirely different picture; Dressed in a big, almost trendy faux fur-lined coat, the subby little snake wiggled back and forth, anxious for his first date. A brightly colored blue striped scarf was wrapped around his neck, and a thick, wool-knitted hat with little hanging balls of fabric on both sides almost completely covered his hair; only a few tufts of white sticking out near the edges. The coat itself was thick enough to give the poor guy a little trouble moving, but he hardly seemed to care, opting instead to wave at his date. “We’re ready!” Xanthus called, steadily slithering over to Eli. Although he looked excited, the reptile also appeared to be fidgeting; One of his arms would lift just slightly, then drop, as if thinking better of it. After a few moments of silence, his head turned towards his counterpart’s body. “...Um. M-Master..? Is.. Is it okay if I.. um.. You know. Hold onto Eli?” Xerxes let out a long, irritated breath, rolling his eyes and allowing his head to fall to the side. “Yes yes, you may, let’s simply get this over with already.” The twin’s body suddenly lurched towards the moth much more quickly than one would expect, and considering the surprised noise that left the disgruntled snake’s mouth, it did not appear to be his doing. Instead, Xanthus clung to one of Eli’s oversized arms with both of his much thinner, effeminate ones, peering shyly up at him. That alone brought a smile across the moth’s jagged mouth. Standing close, he opened the front door and lead them both through, happy to have finally been given a chance. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Xanthus had gone through many awful, teasing things that stimulated him in ways not many could empathize with. They were feelings that belonged to him, and him alone, sensations that he’d allowed his brother to inflict upon him at his will. Yet somehow, the submissive, almost girly snake boy had never been with more than one person in his life, let alone two people who made their decadent wants so readily apparent. The young male quivered where he stood, unable to see, his permanently trapped cock pulsing in its cage and ejecting slow, steady fluids from the little hole in the device that kept him that way. His arms were tied together in front of him by a soft, but tight cloth, clad in cute, shiny-rubber gloves that went all the way up to his shoulders. A cute shirt of similar composition clung to his chest, though it left his smooth, flat belly exposed for anyone to toy with. The main difference from his usual attire, however, was the strange gear in his mouth. It was a ring gag, but not truly. Instead, it had a piece of leather that covered a significant portion of his lower face, the full length of his mouth really. A very short bit of air-tight, plastic piping pushed just past his teeth and under his tongue, specifically so it could maintain free range of movement. However, at the entrance of said pipe, a sort of drain-plug was pushed inside, keeping his mouth sealed away from anything that may have tried to escape. “What do you think, Xerxes? Is he ready?” came Eli’s deep voice, though it sounded even huskier than usual. “I do believe so,” his brother replied. “It is quite rare to see his body quiver this way.. You are a fortunate man.” A claw, likely belonging to his sibling based on the scales, brushed up against his neck and under his chin, forcing his head to tilt slightly upwards. “I’ll go ahead and get to it then.” A small popping noise was heard, followed by a rush of slightly cool air in his mouth; the plug had been freed! Remembering his training, Xanthus willingly slipped his long, forked tongue out of the gag and into the air, an honest, quivering whimper of need leaving his throat. “Aaawwhhh~!” It was almost cute, the way the young male used his tongue to beg for whatever the moth had to give him. What greeted his mouth was, as guessed, something thick, warm, and lightly musky; except it was way bigger than the snake had ever anticipated, and continued to slip itself further and further into his throat. After six inches, he let out a lewd little gag, but it wouldn’t stop! Seven, eight.. He was choking by now, saliva ejecting from his mouth and coating the pulsating cock within. Even tears had begun streaming down his cheeks. Yet, despite this, his tongue was diligent. It curled around the enormous meat, stroked along the bottom, and otherwise did absolutely everything it possibly could to make it happy. He wanted this, he wanted to be used, choked, made to gag and retch around the invading member. This very desire manifested in the form of precum, little squirts of the sticky fluid ejecting from the hole in his chastity device. “Mmmm, my brother is a rather filthy thing, isn’t he? He utterly adores being used, to be nothing more than a fuckhole to those who need one.” Arms wrapped around his body, one shifting around his waist, and the other brushing across his bulged out, quivering neck. “This is how far it reaches, Xanthus. Feel it?” That very claw rubbed over a spot near his collarbone, right where his flesh protruded outward. “This is your worth, how far down you are capable of going. You want to have worth, do you not?” The sub’s mind was racing wildly. He wanted to be worth something, of course he did! His brother was the most dear person in the world to him, and if he lost that, well… what else did he have? With a gargling cry, the desperate fuckhole shoved his own face even further forward, forcing that last inch past his gag reflex. A wet, messy spray of saliva spurted from the plastic pipe, coating Eli’s groin and sac with the thick substance. He couldn’t help it, but he didn’t seem to care one bit. What mattered was how deep he could take this man’s dick, and how pleased he would be once he had. “Mmnnnn…! F-Fuck, he.. He fuckin’ did it..” The tall moth rasped, placing a claw right on top of Xanthus’ messy hair. “Indeed he did… He is easily the most determined, dedicated little slut I have ever seen. Give his mouth a proper try, I guarantee you’ll find it to your liking.” Suddenly, that claw casually resting on his head gripped it very tight, and freed about half of his girthy cock from the sub’s mouth. He whined, trying to push forward, utterly terrified of the mere possibility of his master’s disapproval. “Relax hun.. I know whatchya want.” His worries were swept away when that dick returned into its rightful place... Hard. So hard, in fact, that he gagged around the shaft like a deepthroating virgin, his streaming eyes rolling up in his head. Oh.. god. Finally. Eli pretty much ravaged the poor boy’s throat. He never went hard enough to truly injure him, but any chance Xanthus had of speaking in the next week or so was slowly worn away with each and every thrust. The moth’s balls quickly became soaked in the snake’s drool, feeling droplets splatter onto his feet. “You weren’t kiddin’, holy fuck this is great!” These words meant the world to the choking, slobbering creature once called a person. His boyfriend, his patron was happy with him, happy with his throat, his performance.. He’d done something right. A delighted squeal came from the depraved boy, distorted by his throaty gurgles and chokes. Encouraged by Eli’s reaction, he started moving his head in time with the pistoning member’s utterly savage pace. “Glk Glk Glk Gllkkgghhhhhh~” His head was held down against his groin for a few seconds, sending visible chills down Xanthus’ spine. This was what he was meant for, he thought. Surely Eli’s pleasure and the precum dribbling down his chastity device was proof of this. Would any proper male be so utterly fulfilled and satisfied from being someone’s oral cocksleeve? There was simply no question, no doubt in his mind about any of these things. Every buck forward, every wet gag that came from his sore mouth cemented his place amongst them, and it was depraved exultation. “Nnggghh, I’m tryin’ but I can’t f-fuckin’... hold this.. A-ah shit, fucking.. Oh fuck!” Xanthus felt a rush of thick fluid somewhere in his gut, but he couldn’t really discern where it was. Warmth filled every inch of him in the course of seconds, knowing precisely what his talented mouth had accomplished. It wasn’t important if he was allowed to taste it or not, his pleasure, his desires did not matter even one goddamn iota. After a full fifteen seconds of twitching, grunting, and shivering legs, Eli finally finished unloading into his gullet and pulled back, freeing himself from that overeager mouth. “Damn, that was… really something..” The moth panted, continuing to pat Xanthus’ head. “It looked utterly divine from my side of things, I must admit.. However, there is one more thing for our boy here to do. Surely you require a bit of relief, after such a vigorous workout.” At first, the exhausted snake experienced uncertainty towards the subject, his head shifting its attention from Eli’s voice back to his sibling’s. Relief? Wasn’t that what he just gave him? Then.. it hit him. Of course, how could he have been so stupid? He had to serve every part of his master’s needs, whatever they were. Head turning back towards Eli, he slipped his tongue right back outside the gag and wriggled it at him, begging for his drink with every ounce of his squirming body. “...Guess ya really do want it, don’tchya? Mmmm.. Alright, I won’t deny you.” Every footstep Eli took in his direction made his heart beat faster, made his breathing a little more rapid, until he could smell the sweat coming from his boyfriend’s body. “Awwhhh..!” He beckoned, actually shaking with more desire than he knew he could feel. After a few seconds of pure silence, something landed on his tongue, a faintly salty taste to it, and it flowed right into the back of his mouth. “You are only to swallow when your mouth is full, unless made to flush.” Those words were taken to heart, tilting his head back and allowing his mouth to slowly fill with that light, musky fluid, until he felt it reach the end of his lips.. Then gulped. Over and over again, it’d get close to the rim, and he’d swallow, his throat bulging visibly every time the warm piss made its way down to his stomach. After a good thirty seconds or so, the flow finally came to an end, leaving the girly snake with a mouthful of hot, delicious urine. A quick peek inside was all it would take to see the occasional bubble coming up from the back of his throat and bursting near the top. “Absolutely lovely.. Come now, show us how much you love it.” His open gag on display, he actively writhed his tongue around in the golden waste, making sure he wouldn’t lose the taste for hours, moaning through his mouth instead of his nose. This of course resulted in him gargling the nearly clear pool, frothing it up for all to enjoy. “Goooood, very good. Should we allow him to swallow?” A brief silence while the moth seemed to mull over the possibilities, until, “...No. Not right now.” As soon as this sentence was uttered, that very plug hanging from his gag was lifted and pushed back into its rightful place, sealing that collection of moth piss in his mouth. Any other person might have started squirming, or trying to do something, anything to change their fate. Xanthus, however, ejected a single, pathetic, creamy spurt of actual cum from his little cage, his entire body quivering with pure, debased happiness. He had not truly cum, no. He was still as pent up as he’d been for years, but this single act aroused him so very much, his body did the only thing it could to try and handle the sensory overload. “Ooohh, it has been quite some time since he has done something like this. See the color? His prostate was likely too full. No need to worry, it doesn’t help ease the desire one bit.” Xanthus couldn’t take it anymore. His eyes had been rolled up for a good ten minutes now, his body was firing off as many shots of dopamine into his brain as it possibly could, and the taste; he finally knew Eli’s taste, and it was everything he thought it could be. It was too much for one snake to handle, and with a happy little gargle, simply flopped over towards his brother. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Xerxes was there to ‘catch’ him, though really, he was just supporting the guy so they didn’t end up falling together. He looked almost surprised, but that expression quickly shifted to a warm, affectionate smile. One of his hands even pet the boy, fingers slowly dragging through his pale white hair. Eli, being the man he was, maintained his concern where he stood. “Is… Is he gonna be okay? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone get like.. That. I mean, Christ it was hot, but...” The dominant snake nodded his head in response. “Yes, he will be just fine, I assure you. He just needs a bit of rest. He’s a good boy, easily the best sub I have ever witnessed, but, he is still a person, and has his limits.” A moment or two passed, the black-haired snake appearing reluctant, as if he were struggling with something. “...You did well, Eli. I...” A deep, agitated sigh left his lips. “I would not have been able to give my brother this experience if it were not for you.” That got the big moth grinning his usual pleased grin almost instantly. “Ooooh? So you dooooo need me. Hehehe, I mean, I kind of already figured buuuut...” Xerxes scoffed at the man’s response, shaking his head. “Do not let it inflate your already enormous ego, moth. There is little else you are useful for, beyond a pre-heated toy for my dear Xanthus.” A real, honest laugh immediately came from Eli. “Even when you’re thankful, you’re still a massive dickbag. I love it, don’t ever change, buddy.” Xerxes did not bother dignifying that with a response. Instead, he turned his attention right back down to his brother, watching him shift and squirm in his sleep, and smiled again. “So long as my dear brother continues to approve of me… I do not imagine I will.”