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  "description_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Yes! The Kaz is still alive and well! My deepest apologies on the delay. I&#039;ve been writing during my silence, I just haven&#039;t been able to publish until now! This was a treat to write and the commissioner is a good friend. I hope you enjoy the brothers as much as I did!<br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />WARNING: INCEST AHEAD<br />WARNING: FILTH AHEAD<br />WARNING: SMEGMA AHEAD<br />WARNING: HYPER FORESKIN AHEAD<br />WARNING: UNDERAGE/MINORS AHEAD<br />WARNING: MILD BESTIALITY AHEAD<br />WARNING: FORESKIN FIXATION AHEAD<br />WARNING: ORGY AHEAD<br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />As always, feel free to like/comment or drop me a watch! Also my PMs are always open, here or on any of my linked contact methods. Don&#039;t hesitate to reach out, I love chatting! Commissions are wide open also &hearts;</span>",
  "writing": "“Oh, Brother” - Story by Kaz \n\nChapter 1: A Humble Bard \n\nThe morning burst spectacularly over the waters of a calm, brilliant ocean. A sprawling city, one of the largest port towns on the continent met the ocean with gusto. The city of Anaheim boasted a breathtaking docks district. Everywhere one would go, they’d find bustling activity. Loading cargo, crating supplies, handling the haul of a wild fishing expedition. There seemed no end to the life of the Anaheim Docks. The rest of the city kept up in tempo to make a lively, thriving atmosphere no matter where one found themself within the city. \n\nPast the vast Docks District, one would find a market that stretched clear into the heart of the city, lined with market stalls and shopfronts peddling goods from across the world. Foreign exports were eagerly received, and locals bought them up. It would not be a far reach to say that the market was the busiest part of the city, that is until one visited the Entertainment District. \n\nTo the east of the city center, northeast of the docks district was a moderately sized series of streets with few buildings dotted among them. The sparse architecture was quite misleading however. Each and every one of these buildings hosted jaw-dropping gatherings each night, some more than others. When the sun set on Anaheim, she truly came alive. Neither the Docks nor the Market could compare to the Entertainment District at sundown. \n\nTo the west, wrapping around the city center to the north as well one would find the Residential District. Closer to the city center were near-literal mansions while further out towards the outskirts of Anaheim one would find smaller and smaller homes. The lowest class occupied the homes against the great wall surrounding the city. These were typical of what one might expect from poverty. Though it must be said that even impoverished these folks found a means to survive and own a home in the greatest city on the continent. \n\nIt was in one of these lower-class homes that lived ironically one of the most popular musicians around. Fifteen year-old Martine was making quite a stir in the city’s taverns and pubs. He had begun to gain a reputation for being more energetic than other bards and musicians. The boy had charisma and knew how to handle a drunken crowd that was for sure.  \n\nMartine was a lithe anthrompomorphc fox, standing at just over five feet. His main fur color was a bright crimson, accented with a deeper blood red coloring from his elbows and knees down to his paws. His chest and lower face were brilliant white, tail tipped in the same color. He sported short wavy brown hair that was pushed off to one side, a few vividly colored feathers stuck out of his hair on the left as an accessory of sorts. Martine’s face was sharp and intelligent, belying his crafty nature as a fox. \n\nPersonality wise, Martine was typically joyful and warm with a bit of a mischievous streak to him. He was fond of having the upper hand in most situations, especially when it came to his performances. He was no stranger to using his charm, wit and appeal to pick a few pockets during a performance. This was part of how he made a living and survived in the slums of Anaheim. Performing musicians didn’t exactly bring home tons of money after all. \n\nMartine lived in a small home in the middle of the slums district, sharing it with his older brother Dorian. The two had lived in the same home since their parents had left them when Martine was only a small boy. Something about grand adventure, heroism and lots of promised money. Whatever the lure that had called them away, they had never returned. Martine had developed without really caring or needing them much. His brother had raised him from that young age. \n\nDorian had just celebrated his twenty fifth birthday a few weeks prior, the older fox strikingly similar to Martine in appearance. He bore the same beautiful crimson fur with the same markings as Martine. His hair was the same shade also but instead oe wavy his had turned out sort of spiky. He kept it short like his brother, though his was a tad longer. He kept it brushed back, giving him a sort of hedgehog-style haircut as the spiky nature of his brown mane stood out in back. \n\nThe brothers didn’t see each other too often. Martine was never home anymore and Dorian had a job working the docks. Occasionally Dorian would set out on a voyage with a crew. He was a maintenance worker for the shipyard. The pay was enough to keep his home stable, even if he thought Martine spent too much time at entertainment venues. Some days Dorian wanted to sit down and talk to Martine about his future, but he just never got around to it. As a result, they were more like comfortable strangers or roommates than brothers even if they shared the same blood. \n\nThe mid morning sunlight shimmered through Martine’s bedroom window. His wake-up call. He drifted out of his dreams and into consciousness, eyes opening wearily. The boy sat up and stretched, the thin woolen cover falling off of him to reveal his slender form. Martine swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed off the cover entirely. He slept in the nude, clothes messily tossed across the dingy wooden floor. His room was nothing to be proud of, just a simple bed with a nightstand and dresser. He did have a rather nice tall mirror he admired himself in from time to time. This morning was one of those times. \n\nMartine grinned as he stepped up to his reflection. He couldn’t deny it, he liked looking at himself. His body was just right in all the right places. He couldn’t go five minutes out in the streets without someone catcalling him or making lewd grabs at him. He’d endured much worse during his shows, and the attention gave him a confidence boost. He knew he looked appealing, but it was so much better to get affirmation from others. \n\nHis fingers trailed idly over his collarbone, brushing against the fur where crimson became white. The change was sharp and sudden, crisp. It would look unnatural if it wasn’t for the fact that the white fur was thicker than the red and so tufts of it overlayed the sharp edge of the color change. Almost made it look blended and smooth, but Martine knew it wasn’t. \n\nHe slid his fingers down over his small, taut nipples, letting out a soft giggle as he squeezed them. Supple and receptive to his touches, he felt a shiver of pleasure shoot up his spine at the teasing. Better not linger or he might not make it out to the city center in time to do his daily pickpocketing rounds... \n\nDown his smooth, warm belly his fingers slid. They sank into plush pubic fur, dark to match his hair and building the beginnings of a handsome ‘happy trail’ above his groin. He smirked as his fingers met the greasy, sweaty patch of fur. Something like his ‘pride and joy’. His fingers raked through the soft fur before he brought his hand back up to his face and flared his nostrils, taking in his own scent. It was filthy. \n\nHygiene wasn’t really a sticking point for Martine. In fact it was anything but. He kept up appearances as best he could to appeal to a wider audience but the things he did under the cover of night required a more...raunchy touch. He quite deliberately skipped cleaning anything below his smooth belly. The fur may have been soft but it was anything but clean. He had a thick, sickly sweet stench around his groin partially from his fur and partially from his blooming manhood. \n\nMartine sported a healthy size for his age. He brought his sweat-damped fingertips down to brush against the slick, shimmery flesh of his phallus. It was greasy with old sweat. Martine couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually spent time washing his genitals. That only made him more excited as his fingers traced down a thick red shaft, kneading over a bulge at the base.  \n\nUnlike most anthropomorphic canine types, Martine was gifted with a human style phallus though with an odd addition. A bulge at the base seemed to emulate a knot, but it wasn’t quite large enough to truly be called one. At the tip, he was gifted with a rather healthy amount of foreskin, enough that it was something of a chore to roll it all back and reveal his cockhead. That was one reason why he never washed under his foreskin. There was just too much! It bunched up and hung over the end of his shaft, slick and greasy to the touch like the rest of his package. If he had rolled it back, he’d have discovered a rather putrid growth of excessive smegma clinging to every wrinkle and fold inside his foreskin, completely smeared across the head of his cock. The smell wasn’t contained at all, mingling with the smell of his average-sized balls, creating his ‘signature scent’. \n\nMartine sighed as he brought his now-filthy hand away from his genitals. Now was really no time to play with himself. As much as he’d like to explore and tittilate, he knew he had more important matters to deal with. He snatched up the clothes he’d worn the day before. A rather nice pair of velvet crush trousers in a deep brown and his favorite silken puffy-sleeve top. Both had been...gifts from some rather indulgent fans of his. The memory of how exactly he’d earned such kindness sent a fiery blush across his face as he tucked his shirt in and adjusted his trousers. \n\nHe didn’t bother with undergarments. In his line of work, his clothes would be off by the end of a day or night anyway so why waste time with needless things? It was one of his most well-kept secrets. He wasn’t just a well-known and energetic musician with a strong stink...he was a slut. There was no nice way to put it. If any of the men or boys at his show wanted to have a good time he’d give himself freely. It never mattered that some of the men were decades older than him. What mattered was that he’d embraced this kind of pleasure. For a few years now he’d been exploring such a vulgar lifestyle. \n\nFirst were the sneaky back-alley bangs. Then he started using the establishments he performed in for ‘room service’. He found as time went on that he cared less and less about hygiene and began to develop something of a fetish for it. Sneaky flings quickly turned into groping while he was prancing around and singing or strumming his lute. Then, someone bent him over a bar table in a crowded tavern one night mid-show. Eventually it devolved into what it was now. He’d spread his legs for anyone anywhere, anytime. How the entire city hadn’t already heard about his...proclivities was a mystery but somehow he’d kept the truth of his activities secret from everyone, most of all his brother. Even though they weren’t close he couldn’t bear to imagine Dorian knowing what he was really like... \n\n \n\nChapter 2: A Day in the Life \n\nMartine was dragged out of his inner musings by the sound of a knocking on his bedroom door. Curses. Dorian really did have the worst timing when it came to Martine enjoying himself. Heaven forbid he’d been in the middle of masturbating when Dorian had knocked, that surely wouldn’t have ended well for either of them. \n\n“Just a sec, Dori!” Martine hollered out as he tugged on his clothes with haste. He made sure he was decently covered and ran a hand through his hair, sprucing it up a bit as it were. He also made sure to nudge the bag of stolen goodies he’d accumulated so far that week under his bed. Didn’t want big bro finding his stash. He wouldn’t really have any way to explain that. “Alright, I’m dressed now.” He idly gazed at himself in the mirror as the door opened and his older brother stepped into the room. \n\nMartine knew they were related by blood, but honestly with his depraved mindset he sometimes found his thoughts wandering to rather...unsavory places when he looked at Dorian. The older fox had so many of the qualities that appealed to Martine, and he knew that if Dorian was anything like the younger fox below the belt he was surely packing a helluva good time down there. Ugh, social norms forbade him from taking those thoughts any further and honestly he got enough action to be alright without it. \n\nDorian strode over to his younger brother with his trademark dopey grin plastered on his face. Martine barely had time to turn away from the mirror before he felt a strong arm around his neck, pulling him into a sort of pin as Dorian’s other hand balled into a fist and came down to give the poor younger fox quite the noogie!  \n\n“You and that damned mirror, Mar. Why don’t you just marry yourself already? Y’stare at yerself more than some of my lady friends y’know that?” Dorian held the struggling boy tightly, his muscles more than sufficient to stop Martine from being able to escape so easily. The younger fox wasn’t enthused by this move, scowling and using both hands to try and pry Dorian off of him. The two brothers may not see each other very often but Dorian made sure to make the most of their time together. Brotherly shenanigans and fun-poking all around. It was hard not to love him when he did stuff like this. \n\n“Alright, alright Dori – hngg – let go of me. I’ve got a performance tonight and I can’t show up all brusied and battered y’know. They’d have your hide!” Martine sighed with relief as his older brother finally relented, giving the younger fox a loving headrub as he pushed him gently away, looking around the room and fanning the air lightly. \n\n“Yeah, yeah. You really ought to take a bath y’know? Wouldn’t kill you and it might make your fans happy, eh?” Dorian nudged Martine aside to stand in front of the mirror instead, adjusting his own spiky hair, turning to face the smaller fox with a grin. \n\n“Oh I know what makes my fans happy. Besides, since when did you turn into my parent? Aren’t you a bit young to rock a beer gut and corny jokes? Oh wait, you’ve already got that second one on lock...” Martine snorted and gave Dorian a playful shove before gesturing towards the door. He really didn’t want to be late and as much as he enjoyed spending these moments with his brother he had a schedule to keep. He knew his performance that night was going to be less financially productive than normal and he planned to try and make up for it with stolen goods along the way. \n\nDorian took the hint and helf up his hands in a sign of surrender, shaking his head with a chuckle as he headed out of the small bedroom into the cramped main area of the home. Martine already had one hand on the door when Dorian closed his brother’s bedroom door behind the two. Dorian did find it a little odd that Martine was in such a rush but honestly he never knew anymore with the younger fox. Maybe his performance started earlier than usual? “Hey, you be careful out there. Starting to make a name for yourself and not everyone will like that Mar. Come home safe?” Dorian’s voice expressed genuine concern, the joking demeanor gone as he addressed his younger brother. \n\n“Yeah, yeah I’m always careful Dori. Don’t work about it! You’ll probably be dragging me out of bed late as usual tomorrow too. You watch yourself too. Your jobs aren’t always the safest either.” Martine stopped to wrap his arms around the older fox, giving him a gentle but affectionate hug, nuzzling softly against his chest before turning and waving, disappearing out into the city, leaving Dorian with his own thoughts. Man, that kid was gonna get himself into trouble one of these days.  \n\nMartine sighed as he ducked down the narrow side streets between cramped houses, pacing the familiar path towards the city center. He always took the back alleys on his little forays. After all, he’d met more than a few eager guys along the way. Fond memories of those encounters...fond memories. \n\nIt seemed today would be no different as the fox approached one of the alleyway exits into the large city center market. Huddled against the wall between two buildings in a secluded enough alcove was a regular ‘customer’ of his, Gerald. Gerald was one of the unlucky homeless in the city with a strong penchant for pickpocketing just like Martine. Unfortunately, he also had a super week spot for young boys. The rat was older, at least in his forties but couldn’t keep his eyes – or hands off of Martine when the young fox passed by. So Martine would help himself to the rat’s haul while the rat helped himself to Martine’s body and hole. It was a fair trade-off really. It had gone on so long that there was no way Gerald wasn’t aware of it. Still, the rat never said a word about it...\\ \n\nMartine feigned ignorance of Gerald’s presence as he attempted to slip by the alcove housing the rat. A strong wrinkled fleshy hand grasped his wrist and yanked hard, tugging the fifteen year old fox right into the embrace of the older rat, twinkling beady eyes staring into Martine’s as Gerald pressed his body against the boy’s. Martine sighed out, his nostrils flaring as he was assaulted by the rat’s poor oral hygiene. Being homeless wasn’t eactly the cleanest way to live in Anaheim after all... \n\n“Hello to you too, old friend. I take it you need your – ohhh fuck – fix again?” Martine’s breath caught in his chest as the rat’s hand slid carelessly into the back of his trousers, cupping his bare ass, fleshy fingers prying apart his bubbly cheeks to slide through the fox’s sweaty crack, slipping two agile fingers into the muscled ring of Martine’s anus without any resistance. That answered that question... \n\nGerald didn’t speak much, if at all. He just took what he wanted. And today he made it clear that he wanted Martine’s tender young boyhole. The rat growled a bit as he spun Martine around and shoved him against the wall, forcing the teen to brace himself with both hands against the wall, his breath short and ragged as the horny rat yanked his pants down to his ankles, baring his ass for anyone who walked by to see. \n\nMartine bit down on his lip as his sensitive ears and nose detected the exposure of the rat’s member. The soft wet squelching noises of the cockhead emerging from foreskin nearly glued shut with creamy smegma, caked up and down the sweat-slicked length of the throbbing fuckrod. Gerald wasted no time in spreading his funky essence between Martine’s cheeks, the slimy tip of that cock sliding into the hole with little to no resistance, greased up by anal sweat and smegma to make a truly foul concoction that had already begun mixing into a sickly sweet froth that smeared into his ass fur. Schlurrrrrp. Within seconds, Gerald was balls deep and thrusting like mad. Martine’s entire frame shook, his own stiffening cock flailing like mad between his thighs. He didn’t miss the opportunity to reach back and grip the rat’s hip tightly, egging him on but also nimbly slipping his fingers into the rat’s pocket. What’s this? \n\nMartine gingerly slipped the hard lump of smooth rock he’d found out of the pocket and brought it to his face to examine it. Oh, no way! It was a hunk of sapphire! He grinned at the find and carefully brought the gemstone down to his swinging cock, using two fingers to brace the swinging shaft while Gerald sank into his tender innards again and again, sliming his asshole up with rat spunk and smegma, just on the edge of a climax it seemed. \n\nThe other two fingers pried his foreskin open at the tip, and he eased the palm-warmed smooth gemstone into the foreskin, careful to close the hood around it. It sank into the mire of dick cheese in his wrinkled foreskin folds with a disgusting squelch, splattering sweaty residue onto the ground as it sank in. It was no bigger than an average egg of course, so it disappeared into the mess inside with only the slightest of bulges outlined on his cockflesh.  \n\nHe’d finished hiding his procurement just in time as Gerald howled out and sank himself to the hilt, shoving his groin hard against that slimy crack as he painted Martine’s tender warmth with his own potent heat. Rope after rope of hot adult rat jizz painted his bowels and Martine felt every tensing spasm of the muscle as it filled him. With a contented sigh, he felt the slimy member vanish from his hole, leaving him to hoist up his pants and turn to wink at Gerald. The rat had already gone back to leaning against his alcove as if nothing had happened. \n\nMartine shook his head and chuckled as he reached back, swiping two fingers along his now very-greasy asshole, pulling away a clump of fresh rat cheese mingling with cum and his own ass sweat. He popped the morsel into his mouth before securing his pants and re-tucking his shirt, feeling the firm gemstone slide deeper into the folds of his foreskin, kissing the head of his teen shaft. That sent a right shiver up his spine. After all he hadn’t been far from climaxing himself back there. Just something about being grabbed so roughly and randomly by a guy he barely knew to get fucked raw in an alleyway in broad daylight, AND get rewarded with a large gemstone? Yeah he really liked Gerald. \n\nHis day progressed in the same manner. He’d seduce some rich looking guy into the nearest alleyway, fuck his brains out and slide more loot into his special nature’s pouch. By the time the sun hung low in the afternoon sky, his long foreskin was obscenely bulged out in every direction with varying shapes and sizes. He’d made quite a good haul, and taken more than a few loads. It was always a miracle that nobody wanted to suck him off during these encounters, otherwise he might have lost his treasures! \n\nMartine had a huge smirk on his face as he sauntered back towards his house. He knew by now Dorian would be long gone to work, giving him the privacy he’d need to unload his haul and really prep for his performance.Just thinking about the sensations his treasures always gave his cockhead and cheesy foreskin on the way out made him stiff in those velvety trousers. Yeah, tonight was going to be a good night, he just knew it. \n\nChapter 3: Caught \n\nMartine pushed the door closed with a soft ’click’ as he made it into the safety of his bedroom. He felt absolutely exhausted, but he knew he had shit to do before his performance tonight. He groaned as he pushed his velvety trousers down from his hips, grimacing at the harsh odors that poured out from his undercarriage as the trousers hit the floor. The crotch and ass portion of the pants were completely smeared in cummy smegma. \n\nThe fox quickly grabbed his hooded cock, bulging out obscenely at the tip due to the treasures he’d snuck into his foreskin throughout the day. Ingenious how he’d come up with such a hiding spot, really. But it was way easier to hide than bulged out pockets full of someone else’s loot. Plus nobody was fishing around in his filthy foreskin for his goodies anyway... \n\nThe fox plopped his cock onto the bed, squeezing the excess foreskin right where his cockhead stopped and squeezing up the length. The tip of the wrinkled foreskin pouch made a squelching spluttering sound as a thick glob of creamy pre-slicked smegma oozed out, making him shudder as he felt the first of his baubles stretch the wrinkled opening, sliding out and shimmering in the light of his lantern, quickly joined by the other trinkets. A locket, some rings, a large sapphire stone...all gunked to hell and back with rancid dick cheese that tore through the air in a sharp fishy stench. \n\nWith his foreskin satisfactorily emptied, he grunted and hoisted his pants up again, feeling the greasy moisture of his ass crack as his sweat-soaked cheeks slid against one another. The filthy fox scooped up his haul and added it to the soggy bag of trinkets he’d been stashing under his bed. He reckoned he had amassed a small fortune at this point, he just hadn’t managed to sell any of it yet. \n\nWitht hat done, he wiped his filthy fingers off on his trousers and grabbed his lute from beside his dresser, snuffing out the lantern candle and slipping out of the house into the darkening streets, setting his course for the tavern he’d be performing at that evening. The Rooster’s Crow they called it, some sleazy tavern where the only clients seemed to be men. Not just any men either...Martine remembered this place fondly for the shenanigans that would go on in the open tavern after dark. It was where he’d gotten his first taste of smegma after all. He smirked at the memory as he rounded the corner of the narrow street that housed the tavern, not even paying attention to who may or may not have been following him. It was a mistake he’d pay dearly for a little later unfortunately. \n\nThe moment he stepped into the place his nostrils flared, a loud cheer rousing the crowd as they noticed their favorite fox boy saunter in, lute slung across his back. He couldn’t stop the soft blush and waved away the attention, making his way to his favorite seat, already feeling a hand untucking his shirt and sliding up his bare, sweat-soaked chest. Thick, meaty fingers squeezed his nipple and made his lip tremble as he struggled to push away the eager man. \n\n“Now now then! I came here to sing, and that’s what I’m going to do! You lot can wait until I’ve---” He didn’t get to finish that sentence, as a particularly large beagle shoved two very salty and bitter fingers into his mouth, smearing a creamy substance along the inside of his muzzle. His eyes shot wide as he looked up at the grinning offender, then down. He noticed a rather fat and throbbing cock on full display, foreskin peeled back to reveal a yellowish-white garnish dotted across the pale pink flesh of the head. Some of it had been scraped off recently it looked like. \n\nMartine sucked on the fingers as his lute clattered to the ground. A rowdy voice nearby called out “Yeah boy, we’ll make ye fuckin’ sing alright. You’ll sing our praises tonight!” Martine swirled his nimble tongue around the digits as strong muscular hands grabbed him ‘round his midsection and lifted him out of his seat, setting him down on the table. Those same hands tore his shirt in two, tugging the tatters away and tossing them aside. \n\nThe bench of the table he was sitting on groaned loudly as that beagle stepped onto it, raising his crotch to a better level for what he was planning. Meanwhile, the other man – an absolutely hulking gator – had leaned in to lick and suckle at one of Martine’s exposed, throbbing nipples, hands running low to slide thumbs under the waistband of his pants. A third man joined the fray, soft porcine lips and wiggling wet snout pressing against his neck as a fat pig man started working on a hickey. \n\nMartine didn’t protest as his trousers were discarded, his hooded cock springing to life as the beagle shoved that fat slimy prick right into Martine’s throat, bulging it out obscenely. A bundle of slimy foreskin rolled back as the smegma-coated glans pressed hard against the roof of Martine’s muzzle before tickling the back of his throat, the fox boy’s lips curling around the cock as he slapped it with his tongue. The salty, sour scent of unwashed pubes heavy in his face as the man pushed himself balls-deep, rubbing on Martine’s muzzle appreciatively. \n\nThe sudden sensation of someone else peeling back his foreskin made his back arch slightly, and a low whistle came from the gator who’d been undressing him. The slick flesh of his foreskin met the humid swampy air of the musky tavern as a warm maw engulfed his shaft, tongue sliding expertly low underneath his sweaty balls, sliding back and forth gently as the gator started to suck. It wasn’t long before two meaty fingers pried apart his well-used slimy hole, easily slipping inside on account of the many loads of cum he’d taken that day. Some of it even oozed out, dribbling down to the table as Martine was completely taken advantage of, but god did he love every moment. \n\nHis tongue curled around the beagle’s cock as the man groaned out, sliding back and forth and further rubbing that godawful bitter flavor into the fox’s mouth. Every time he pressed balls-deep he’d bury Martine’s nose in his patch of greasy unkempty pubes, making sure that every breath the fox boy took was laden with his stench. There was a sudden jab at his cheek – the pig man to his right had gotten impatient and was pressing his own vile cock into the fox boy’s face insistently, heavy sweating belly almost sagging over his erection as he  jabbed and rubbed his greasy cockhead to and fro over Martine’s soft cheek,completely staining it with the yellowed smegma on his own cock. \n\nIt seemed that every man here had an abundance of smegma. Some of them had thick, drooping foreskin that had to be peeled open. Others had impossibly tight foreskin that couldn’t move much. But all of their dicks absolutely reeked. Martine’s eyes lidded over as he swapped from the beagle to the pig, rolling his head and taking the heavy man’s cock into his gullet, using a free hand to caress those balls. He moaned out into the fleshy, sweaty pig’s groin as his fingers slid through the grease caked onto the underside of the overly large balls.  \n\nThe gator sucking him off pulled back, sliding the tip of his tongue inside of the fox’s foreskin and scooping out a huge helping of the teen’s smegma with a snort, lifting the boy’s legs high and kneeling down to put his face at ass-level. While Martine was occupied with swapping between two filthy, hard cocks the gator spat that tongueful of smegma right onto Martine’s already loose and slimy hole. Using his tongue to spread it around, he effectively lubed up the fox boy, giving one of those gorgeous young cheeks a firm slap, watching Martine’s ass jiggle. \n\nWithin moments, the gator was balls-deep inside the boy. The gator’s cock had to be the thickest of them all so far. It stretched Martine so much it actually hurt a bit, but it wasn’t like he could exactly complain at the moment. Not with two dicks grinding his face. He’d splayed his arms out on the table as the men began to really use him, grunting and flexing his fingers around two more cocks, one for each hand. He felt an impossibly fat but short meat in one hand. The other cock had so much foreskin it was almost like a second cock draped across his palm and wrist as he grabbed the heat of that cock. \n\nMartine started stroking the men off, the gator really working up a frothy mess of his hole as the thrusts got louder and wetter. From the sounds and smells in the tavern, you’d think there was some sort of fish fuckfest happening in there! The rowdy shouting and moaning, Martine’s youthful cries of lust in between sucking those cocks. Heavy, swollen ballsacs spreading across his face and smearing him in greasy old sweat, congealing into his fur and making him absolutely reek. The pig had even spread his ass so the could lick out his sweaty crack and hole, giving him a whole new vile flavor to contemplate. It was when he’d felt the third man squirting into his asshole that he turned his gaze towards the door and felt his heart nearly literally stop. \n\nThere, standing just inside the door with his eyes locked on the underage fox boy getting molested by no less than five men at once, was Dorian. Time slowed to a stop as Martine stared, open-mouthed. The heavy sweaty balls dragging across his face didn’t stir him, nor did the sudden sharp slap to his cheek as the pig lifted up his cock and brought it thudding down onto the distracted fox’s face. The sudden gaping sensation of a sweaty knot ripping his hole open didn’t even phase him, not a sound came from him as he stared and felt his world come crashing down around him. \n\nHis older brother, the one person he’d wanted to keep his secret from so badly. He hadn’t even told Dorian he was gay, let alone the fact that he was pretty much a public use slut during his ‘performances’. Hot ropes of cum splattered up his body, another load hitting his cheek and neck.  He barely flinched as he made eye contact with Dorian. He felt his heart slowly breaking in his chest, something that even the hot jizz painting his tongue and throat couldn’t stop. \n\nIt felt like an eternity as the next man slid into his abused hole with a cock thicker than a forearm, thick wet squelches echoing out into the tavern as his abused hole spluttered and pushed out half a load of someone else’s cum around that massive shaft. His anal muscles rippled but not nearly as fast as his heartbeat fluttered. No words could have saved him in this moment...he was utterly debased and taking it all like a champ. \n\nOnly when his brother turned and sprinted out of the tavern wordlessly did he finally feel time resume normal flow, the fox lying there helpless as the night wore on, cocks and smegma rubbing on and inside him time and time again. He’d taken every man in the tavern, one of them had come back for seconds and thirds! By the time the crowd started thinning and the cocks stopped coming he was completely ruined from head to toe but more importantly he couldn’t think of anything except his poor older brother Dorian...The thing he’d feared most all this time had finally happened, and god what a fucking way for it to go down... \n\n \n\n \n\nChapter 4: Setting Sail \n\nMartine would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t expected to get caught at some point. Still, as the pit of disappointment ate away at his gut, that fact didn’t make things any easier.  The rest of his night in the tavern was a bit of a blur, cocks sliding in and out of him, cum oozing from his ruined hole and drenching most of his body. He’d completely zoned out, requiring a thick cock slap just to pay attention to the fact that someone wanted his dick sucked clean. When it was all said and over and the patrons began exiting the tavern to leave him alone, he didn’t know what to do.  \n\nHe scooped himself off of the table and put his head in his hands. Out of sheer frustration, he grabbed his lute and smashed it over the heavy wooden table. There was a resounding crack followed by a soft thump and a jingling of metal on metal. He was yanked out of his misery as he watched his bag of smegma-coated goodies fall to the ground. He hadn’t remembered sliding it inside of his lute but he supposed he must have. How else would it have ended up here? \n\nThe tavern owner cleared his throat and folded his arms, staring menacingly over at the cum-soaked fox, pointing at the door wordlessly. Okay, so property damage probably wasn’t the best idea. Martine waved his hand dismissively and snatched up what was left of his clothes, trying his damndest to get...presentable as he hurried out of the tavern door, clutching his valuables in his hand, lute laying shattered on the floor as he left. One thing was clear, wherever he’d go and whatever he’d do it was time to make his escape. \n\nThe sun was still down, it was the middle of the night, and he mindlessly wandered through the streets. Honestly it was a miracle he didn’t bump into his brother. Worn cobblestone scraped at the underside of his feetpaws. He was staring at the ground, his sack of loot clutched to his chest as he strolled towards a familiar scent – something strong and fishy. Of course it wasn’t what his wandering mind told him it was. Instead, as he mulled over the fact that he was now very alone in the world and had nothing to his name, he noticed the cobbled road becoming wetter as he walked. He stopped and looked up, noticing that he’d wandered all the way into the Docks district of Anaheim from the tavern. Jeez. \n\nThe Docks were bustling as usual. Even in the dead of night, crewmen worked in shifts to load cargo and unload cargo. The canteen was full of bleary-eyed early morning sailors fending off the dregs of sleep. Martine had no time for them however. A crazy idea had just stolen into his brain. His eyes swept from the sea-splashed woodworking of the intricate storage structures surrounding the circular main plaza of the Docks. His eyes flashed from ship to ship moored on the other side of the plaza. If he could slip on board one of them....it was a wild idea with a point of no return situation but he really felt like he was there. He couldn’t face Dorian. Not now, maybe not ever! \n\nThat ship was too small...that one was way too busy. That one was...hold on! His eyes were sweeping across the moored ships when he noticed a proud galleon vessel. He darted around the dockworkers as he made for the specific dock this ship was moored at, staring up at it. Yeah, this thing was massive. He should absolutely be able to lose himself below deck somewhere! The hull of the ship was a greyish green-tinged wood, the telltale sign of a vessel that had seen many an open water. \n\nThe bow of the ship boasted an impressive spire that jutted out over the plaza of the Docks, a wooden thing of majesty with a clinging mermaid sculpture entwined around the wood. He sucked in a breath as the sheer size of this vessel drew him in. Walking around the monstrous hull of the ship, his eyes swept upwards to the starboard side of the bow where a gilded yet peeling scrawl of letters declared the name of this vessel to be “Ye Olde Saltlick”. He suppressed a giggle at the weird name but shrugged. Ships were something of a new world for him. \n\nHe peeked at the narrow walkway that led up to the ship’s main deck. It appeared to be void of activity. He couldn’t see over the railing onto the deck itself but he didn’t hear any noises save for the gentle sloshing of water against the boat. Martine sucked in a breath and clutched his pouch of valuables to his chest, creeping as stealthily as he could onto the walkway and up to the main deck. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight before him. \n\nThe main deck of the ship was massive. Sprawling out with so much to look at. The main mast stood proud in the center, jutting upward into the sky. There were large cannons lined up in several places along the edges of the deck facing outwards. It looked like every ship in a fairytale he’d ever known of, honestly. It was just wild seeing it all in person. Like he’d jumped into the pages of some storybook. \n\nMartine noted that the captain’s quarters were set at the front of the ship, an ornate double door leading to the cabin underneath the forward deck. He wanted to steer clear of there. At least until the ship was out of range of Anaheim. He swiveled and began heading towards the swinging double doors that led into the below deck areas. \n\nDown creaking wooden stairs, Martine crept along as quiet as he could be. He peeked around the bottom of the stairs and noted that the coast was clear. This deck of the ship was formed by a long narrow hallway with doors on both sides. He crept along the hallway towards the opposite end where more stairs led further down, presumably to the galley and crew quarters. Still he peeked over the staircases and heard snoring, saw hammocks strung up all over the place. Yup, must be those crew quarters. \n\nHe clutched the bag of fineries to his chest, careful not to let it rattle too much as he crept back up the hallway. His only shot would be to find an unoccupied sleeping quarter and hope to god nobody checked it before the ship took off. He placed his ear against each door as he passed, hearing snoring noises from most of them. One though...he heard a strange panting noise. Curious, he twisted the knob carefully and eased the door open. The old wood creaked as the door swung inward and he was startled to see a massive dog curled up on the single bed in the room. \n\nHe thought he heard footsteps, so he quickly slipped into the room and pressed the door closed as quietly as he could, breathing heavily as he pressed his ear to the door. He hadn’t even noticed the panting had stopped. He only became aware of the huge great dane again when nails clicked across the wooden planks in his direction. He froze. What the hell was he going to do? A dog could tear him to pieces. He was an intruder, and that’s what dogs did, wasn’t it? He remembered hearing somewhere that if you show submission an animal may spare your life. Ugh.  \n\nMartine slowly lowered himself down to his hands and knees, keeping his head bowed. He also heard that showing fear was not ideal when confronted with a potentially vicious animal. He did his best to steady his breathing. That’s when the sheer tattered state of his clothes really hit him. He had no underpants, his shirt was torn, and he was coated in dried cum from head to toe from his escapades in the tavern. \n\nRealizing too late to do anything, he grunted as he felt a sudden weight on his back, and clapped one hand to his mouth. He tried to struggle, he really did. He tried to throw the weight of the huge animal off of him, but he was so small compared to this dog. Within seconds the panting resumed, and he felt something  very large and warm between his cheeks. Jabbing off-target, he tried to jerk forward, letting his weight collapse to the ground as the dog tried to breed a hole that wasn’t made for breeding. \n\nBy some great miracle, the dog was unable to continue its advances with him lying face-down on the ground. Martine took this opportunity to roll onto his back, staring up into the completely friendly face of the captain’s dog. A nametag hanging from the dog’s collar read “Sparky”. Martine was insanely embarrassed at what had almost just happened. Sure it may be a fantasy of his but right now he was not in the headspace for that kind of stuff. \n\nA cursory glance around the room as he sat up to frenzied licks from the dog told him that these quarters were the captain’s spare ones. A room designed to house the captain should his quarters be unavailable for any reason. The standing wardrobe held some rather nice looking silken trousers and pressed shirts, and the writing desk had a comfortable looking padded chair. The bed itself was quite plush, no wonder the dog wanted to sleep on it. \n\nMartine managed to strip from his ragged clothes, using them to mop as much of the dried cum off of his body as he could, grimacing as he tossed the rags down into the corner. That had been quite a nice outfit he’d just lost. Thankfully the captain’s spare wardrobe seemed to fit him well enough, just some overhang in certain places. He dressed quickly in the stolen garments, before opening a drawer of the writing desk and setting his bag of valuables in there, closing it gently and flopping up onto the bed. Mission successful? He wouldn’t really know until the ship was sailed. \n\nHe reached out a hand and patted the friendly dog as it bounded over, licking at his fingertips and wagging its tail. He hazarded a glance down at the dog’s groin, shuddering at unsavory thoughts as the dog’s balls swung heavy and low between those hind legs. Ugh, what was wrong with him? He had to figure out what to do about Dorian when he finally made it back to Anaheim, if he ever did. \n\nThe sway of the ship was comforting, and before Martine knew it he was drifting off to sleep in another man’s bed, dog comfortably curled up on the floor next to the bed. It was idyllic in a way. As he began to lose consciousness, his gut churned and he wondered what on earth was going to happen next. This wasn’t going to be like the fanciful adventures he sang about. This was going to be something else entirely. Could he survive? With no answers save the swaying ship, nuzzling dog and salty sea brine he drifted and everything went black. Goodnight, troubled fox brother... \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n \n\nChapter 5: A Confrontation \n\nMartine woke to the sound of waves gently sloshing against the exterior of the boat. At least, that was the first sound he heard. The next was far more concerning. Martine heard the sound of heavy footfalls quickly approaching in the hallway. What would normally be a gentle, bleary awakening became an urgent jolt. He sat up right in the bed so quickly he startled the dog snoozing on the floor beside the bed. Sparky barked, whether from the excitement of being woken so abruptly or the approaching person in the hall didn’t matter. \n\nMartine’s heart thudded in his chest as he heard the footsteps stop just in front of the cabin door. His worst fears realized as the sound of the doorknob turning seemed thunderous in his ears. Here he was, a total stowaway on the ship and in the captain’s private quarters no less, wearing the man’s clothes and sleeping in his bed. It was like the tale of the three bears and Goldilocks but the ending wasn’t going to be as sweet for the bard. \n\nHe swallowed hard as the door swung inward and he was greeted with the sight of the last person in the world he’d have expected. It was his brother, Dorian. The two siblings locked eyes momentarily as Martine struggled to come up with an explanation. His older brother looked crestfallen as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Sparky bounded over but received no attention from the speechless Dorian, taking in the sight of his younger brother reeking of sex, smegma and cum whilst occupying the captain’s personal bed. It was...unexpected on his part as well. \n\nMartine was the first to speak, lower lip trembling as he broached the silence after a noisy swallow of the lump in his throat. “I...I can explain, Dori. I swear it isn’t what it looks like...” He trailed off and stared at the adjacent wall, eyes tracing the wear patterns of the fine wooden paneling. What did it look like, anyway? The hell if he knew... \n\nDorian held up a hand and sat down on the edge of the bed, resting his hand in his palms and letting out a deep sigh. Martine found him to be rather unreadable. Was he angry? Exhausted? Surprised? Or something else altogether? Martine wasn’t sure. He did know he couldn’t run from his brother anymore. Not when they were locked in a cabin together aboard a ship out to sea. \n\n“Did you...are you running away from Anaheim?” Dorian’s question was simple but measured. His voice was swollen with the love and tender care of a brother, intermingled with the concern of a faux parent. If the teen boy really was running away, there had been a chance however small that Dorian may have never seen him again. This bothered him greatly. \n\n“I...didn’t know how to tell you about...y’know...what you saw in the tavern. You must think I’m some kind of stupid. Not to mention it must be incredibly embarrassing to be related to someone who’d do what I did for money and attention...” Martine was definitely afraid of getting his brother’s honest reaction but he also loved Dori deeply for having raised him and always been there for him. It had been part of what made this decision to flee so difficult. Now that they were in the moment, he could do nothing but be open and honest with his older brother, it was just how their dynamic worked. \n\nDorian remained silent for a few moments as he pondered what his brother had said. This seemed to be the moment for confessions, and Dori definitely had a rather large one to make. However inappropriate, he’d been nursing a different kind of love for his underage boy brother for several years at this point. He had never said a word nor let on how he’d felt, but he’d definitely paid attention to the way Martine’s body was developing and the smells and sounds coming out of the teen boy’s room. He wasn’t an idiot, he’d known his brother was up to something salacious for quite some time. He also knew he had fantasies of bedding the boy and sharing deep, tender moments with him. But he swore he’d never say a word of it. That all changed the moment he saw what his brother had been up to in the tavern and likely what he’d always been up to when he went out to ‘perform’. All bets were off now that they were confessing to one another. \n\n“Mar I...I love you.” Dorian finally turned his head, brown hair falling across his face and highlighting his handsome physique. He brought his eyes to Martine and they almost looked pleading. He saw the fox’s head tilt as he considered what was being said. \n\n“I love you too Dori, that’s why this was so damn hard for me to do. I’m ashamed that you saw me like that...I....” He trailed off as something began to click. The way his brother was now looking at him wasn’t exactly the warm, brotherly love he was used to. There was a glimmer of something more within Dorian’s eyes, and Martine felt a bit taken aback. How could he have missed the signs of this type of affection developing? “Wait you...Dori you’re not talking about...normal love are you...” The look in his brother’s eyes answered the question long before the older male could actually speak. \n\nRather than giving a verbal answer, Dorian opted to tug down the blankets to expose Martine’s smaller body clothed in those fine captain’s clothing. He shifted his position and began climbing up onto the bed, crawling his way up Martine’s frozen form, before gently grasping the younger male’s chin, holding it as he stared into Martine’s eyes. He murmured those words again as he leaned down, closing his eyes and pressing his tender lips against Martine’s. \n\nShell-shocked would be one way to describe the way Martine was feeling. He couldn’t move, couldn’t react as his older brother proclaimed his love for him and began kissing him in the way he reserved for the patrons of his shows. It was in that moment that Martine became aware of just how damned attractive his brother was, and how incredibly arousing he smelled. If he detached their familial relationship for a moment and considered Dorian as a potential suitor, he’d be exactly Martine’s type. Now, with his brother pressing those soft lips against his and caressing the side of his face he had to be honest both with himself and his brother. \n\nThe laws of nature forbade it but Martine didn’t care. He brought trembling fingers up and ran them through his brother’s thicker, longer hair, pursing his lips and parting them gently to return the beginnings of a passionate kiss. He felt Dorian’s stronger body press against his own and he opened his lips further to allow a gentle probing tongue to slide between his underage lips. Sucking on his older brother’s tongue like some degenerate, he began to stiffen between the thighs, though Dorian had beaten him to the punch in that regard already. \n\nMartine’s responses to Dorian’s electrified touches was all the permission and answer the older male needed. He plunged onward, excitedly lashing his tongue into Martine’s inner cheek as his strong hands caressed the boy’s body, untucking the underage fox’s stolen shirt and breaking the kiss only long enough to peel it off, revealing his stained furred body, which Dorian’s hands eagerly explored. A flurry of soft kisses graced Martine’s neck and he couldn’t help but let out a fluttering moan into Dorian’s ear as the older fox teased him so. \n\nDorian leaned back and hastily discarded his own shirt, rolling off of Martine long enough to pry his own pants and undergarments off, his thick overly-hooded cock wagging freely in the air. Martine couldn’t help but stare at his brother’s larger manhood. It looked so much like his own but larger. Even accmopanied by more excess foreskin, hanging and swaying like a pendulum. The moment his loins were bared, the salty acrid stench of unwashed male slapped Martine in the face. It was spicier than he was used to, a stronger stench. More like the men from the tavern than his own. His nostrils flared as he breathed it in, timidly working down his own pants to let his smalelr but equally impressive girth spring free, sporting the same overhanging droop of stretchy foreskin as his brother. \n\nDorian climbed onto the naked boy’s body, pressing his throbbing cock against Martine’s and returning to kissing and suckling at his neck. He let out a deep moaning sigh as he felt Martine’s greedy fingers begin exploring his overhang. The underage boy’s fingertips wormed into the bunched foreskin with ease, almost as though he’d practiced it many times before. Two fingers found their way into the slimy depths of Dorian’s foreskin and spread apart, releasing an ungodly stench into the room as Martine’s fingers slid through creamy cock cheese and stale dick sweat, old piss stains and precum. Knowing how good it felt on his own cock, Martine tugged on the loose foreskin and elicited a sharp moan from Dorian. \n\nSlipping his fingers free, Martine brought his reeking digits up to his upper lip and rubbed one hard across the cleft beneath his nostrils, wiping the other firmly across his lips before tossing his arms around his brother-lover and dragging him into another passionate kiss. This time the reek of his brother’s unwashed foreskin and dick cheese mingled with his sour breath and hot lust to invade his mouth and nose in the most unbearably pleasant way possible.  \n\nSparky was curled on the floor opposite the room watching the events unfolding, head tilting curiously as the two brothers began unleashing their carnal desires upon one another for the first time ever. Martine’s experience and Dorian’s pure unadulterated sinful lust for his underage brother met in the sloppiest, most primal way possible. \n\nDorian couldn’t contain himself as he broke the kiss, strings of dick filth and saliva mingling in a sticky web between their parted lips as he drew back, caressing Martine’s body as his soft lips planted wet stinking kisses down the length of his abdomen, heading for ‘uncharted territory’. It wasn’t long before he had one hand grasped firmly around Martine’s base, lining it up so he could slurp up the thick bulged out foreskin like a wet spaghetti noodle, lips pursed around Martine’s boyhood. Of course this brought the teen to the throes of orgasm as his sensitive foreskin was sucked daringly into Dorian’s mouth. \n\nDorian looked up from his position between the boy’s thighs and met his brother’s eyes, drunk with love and lust. His lips pressed tighter just above the cockhead and he proceeded to squeeze out the dank, sloppy foreskin like a tube of almost-empty toothpaste, the resulting murky lumps of slimy cock cheese overloading his palate while his tongue pressed into the warm stinking folds of Martine’s foreskin, swirling around and around again.  \n\nThe taste of his baby brother was something beyond incredible, he’d only dreamed of it before now. Such a potent masculine filth, so overpoweringly gross. Dorian’s nostrils flared and he continued nursing the filthy foreskin as dick sweat stained his muzzle, underage hands grasping his ears as Martine urged him on. Why hadn’t he done this years ago?  \n\nChapter 6: What’s Next? \n\nMartine let out a loud, squeaky moan. His voice had partially cracked mid-moan, fingers curled tightly in his brother’s hair. He pushed his hips ever so slightly upwards to help bury his cock into the older fox’s mouth. Dorian responded by reaching up and kneading into his baby brother’s belly, massaging the supple furred flesh there eagerly to show his appreciation. The acrid, salty flavor of his brother’s unwashed foreskin invaded his senses like nothign he’d ever experienced before. \n\nDorian’s lips pressed taut to the throbbing underage cock, sliding luxuriously down every last inch until he felt the sloppy loose foreskin bundle draped into his throat, oozing a thick syrupy mixture of precum and stale smegma chunks directly into Dorian’s gullet. Faced with no option but to swallow, he pressed himself into Martine’s crotch, nose rifling through greasy unwashed pubic fur. Every breath he took was laden with the sour smell of masculine stench. \n\nAs he lay there blowing his underage brother, he couldn’t help but wonder where this all was going to lead. He pulled back slowly, creating a tight suction with his lips while his tongue finally broke free from that loose bundle of overhanging foreskin to swirl and wrap around Martine’s cock as he pulled all the way off, letting out an excited sigh as the wet slurping sound hit his ears. He grinned and sat up on his haunches, staring down at Martine, watching his chest rise and fall. The blush spread across his young face was enough to send Dorian absolutely primal. \n\nThe older fox spun around carefully, backing up and climbing over his boy brother, adopting a standard sixty-nine position and lowering his face into Martine’s crotch, keeping his hips just high enough to dangle his own filthy foreskin over Martine’s nose, feeling it make contact and gasping out at the cool touch of his brother’s nose.  \n\nIt didn’t take Martine long to get used to this, reaching up with trembling fingers and grasping Dorian around the base as he opened his mouth and let the thick foreskin pour into his mouth, immediately assaulted by the overpowering vile taste of male filth. It was so much more potent than his own, hell even the smell was likely going to linger on his nosetip for at least a few weeks. He groaned and shoved a tongue into the loaded foreskin, eyes going wide as he felt a thick gelatinous glob of smegma slip out of the foreskin, almost as though Dorian’s cock had belched it into his mouth. He pressed it flat against his tongue to test the texture, feeling the powdery yet creamy substance crumble and smush into his tastebuds, spreading across his tongue. \n\nMartine’s eyes lidded over as his brother resumed sucking on his cock, now teasing him by roling the bunched foresin back enough to expose the over sensitive cockhead directly into his waiting mouth, rolling his tongue around it and causing Martine’s back to arch and jump as he fought the sensations. He tried to keep up and reciprocate the pleasure for his brother but he was quickly losing the battle of willpower, finding his jaw refusing to budge from a slack position, cheesy sweaty drool oozing from the cornr of his slack mouth as he grunted into his older brother’s smelly crotch. \n\nDorian could sense that Martine was nearly at his limt, so the older fox pulled off of Martine’s cock and slid himself out of the underage boy’s mouth, dragging his nuts from Martine’s forehead down to his nose and letting the sweaty, acrid orbs sag over his muzzle, staining his lips with a greasy residue before Dorian pulled off completely and adopted a new position. He was now rolling Martine over onto his belly, pulling him into a doggystyle position as Dorian adjusted himself behind the boy, using both strong hands to spread his sweaty cheeks wide, letting out a low whistle as he watched Martine’s butthole pulse and quiver, a bead of thick sweat rolling down the glazed muscle. \n\nMartine gripped the bedsheets, wondering if his brother was just going to shove his cock right in without any foreplay. Sure he’d taken things like that before but he really wanted to – OH --. Martine’s world froze as he felt hot wet sensations scraping from the bottom of his ass crack over his tender hole and up further, collecting his ass sweat and masculine funk. He shuddered and looked back, just at the moment Dorian’s fingers wrapped tightly around his tailbase and yanked upwards to fully expose the teen boy to the older brother. Martine couldn’t stop the startled yelp that came from his lips. \n\nDorian was ravenous, exploring his brother in every way he could. His other hand came up and squeezed around Martine’s balls, tracing gentle patterns around his inner thighs and stroking lazily up and down Martine’s cock. Meanwile, his tongue had punched a hole in Martine’s metaphorical defenses, spreading his anal ring around the probing muscle and suckling his brother’s tongue up his asshole. He felt it squirming inside like a horny worm, pressing hard against his anal walls and digging deeper inside, mashing up against his prostate along the way to send an electric jolt of incestual pleasure up his spine. \n\nDorian felt his trembling underage brother on the verge of orgasm and stopped, yanking his tongue out with such speed and force that it left a partial gape, the pink insides visible and slime-coated as the sweaty hole pulsated and flexed back into a closed position. Next came Dorian’s cock. With little warning, he did indeed slam himself into Martine. The rimming hadn’t been enough to totally prepare him but he definitely knew how to take a huge cock with little preparation. The shrieking grunt quickly turned to a pleasured cry as he was invaded so hotly by his older brother, feeling the drooped foreskin swell and spread into his anal passage, turgid cock sliding deep with ease thanks to the abundance of cock grease and anal sweat. \n\n“Oh fucking BREED me Dori!” Martine shouted out, forgetting in the heat of the moment that he was a very disrespectful stowaway on a ship already out to sea. Dorian seemed to forget as well, the thick rough slap he gave to Martine’s bubbly underage ass cheek was testament enough to that. Dorian wasted no time in thrusting, feeling the residue of a hundred other men guiding his path to victory as he drew back and pushed in. His brother was a slut. Not just any kind, but the capital S kind. The thought sent a chill of exhiliaration down his spine. He was determined to be the best lover his brother would ever have. \n\nDorian draped himself unceremoniously over Martine’s back, his sweaty chest fur mingling with Martine’s equally damp back fur, the two boys pressing firmly against each other in a rut as Dorian began thrusting his hips hard, hard enough to shake the bed. Even more than it was already shaking thanks to the gentle bob of the waves outside. All of the activity had caused Sparky to sit up and tilt his head, watching the two breed senselessly. \n\nMartine began rolling his eyes back and squeezing his hips with each powerful inward thrust, he did his best to squeeze his anal muscles into a pleasurable massage for his brother. He couldn’t help but let out his continued needy moans, his ass making sick wet squelching and frrting noises on account of the rapid expulsion of air thanks to Dorian’s frenzied thrusts. \n\nThe older fox leaned down and squeezed Martine tightly around the midsection, licking the underage boy’s ear nice and slow before whispering in a ragged, husky breath punctuated by powerful grunts from his thrusts, “I’m going to – hng – mark your insides – hufff – for my own – hrnggg – baby brother...” The words sent a chilling pleasure up Martine’s spine, something indescribable and orgasmic. Hearing his brother speak that way to him caused his synapses to fire into overload. \n\nHe slammed his hips back so hard against the next thrust that he nearly took Dorian off balance, bearing down with such pressure and tightness that he might as well be trying to tear Dorian’s cock off with his butthole muscles. The older fox cried out and dug his fingers into Martine’s belly, biting down on the boy’s ear and rocking his hips forward to achieve absolute maximum penetration before he came. Almost without warning. Thick creamy spurts of hot cum rushed into his underage brother’s bowels, carried forth by a surge of lust so powerful it almost made Martine melt. \n\nMartine wasn’t far behind, feeling his brother unloading so deep inside of him, a carnal fantasy he’d never expected to explore even in his wildest dreams. Feeling Dorian pulse and throb inside of him as sticky cum painted his guts. Marked by his brother, bred by his guardian. Pure incestual love made real in that passionate sweaty moment. He soared over the edge, the sound of his powerful spurts of cum splattering the bedspread below was loud enough to be heard over the ragged jerky panting they were both experiencing. \n\nWhen the orgasms died down, Martine fell forward and Dorian with him, still buried to the hilt and pulsating inside the underage boy’s ass. Arms still clenched around his midsection, he nuzzled into the underage boy’s ear and licked again lovingly, reinforcing his actions and words. “I really do love you Martine...and now you can feel just how much I love you...” He huffed out his hot breath over his brother’s ear, tickling the fur and feeling the ear twitch against his face. \n\nMartine was speechless and exhausted as his body continued milking his brother’s shaft. Even after it was long spent, Martine’s body seemed to be begging for more. That was just the nature of his body being used to such long sexual sessions. Still, this one was special.  His first time with his older brother, the two of them making love secreted away in the cabin of a ship at sea. It was bliss, pure bliss! \n\nThe two drifted into pleasant abstract thoughts together, simply enjoying the sensation of their bodies pressed together. Every gentle move would ensure Dorian stayed hard inside of his baby brother, and the heat of their bodies warmed them from the chilly sea air breezing through the windows of the cabin. Everything was calm, everything was right in the world. \n\nThe reverie was broken by a sudden needy whining coming from the floor next to the bed. The two looked over in unison at the dog, raising their brows and looking from Sparky and back to each other before looking back at the dog. Almost in a sort of cartoon humor kind of way. Sparky was staring directly at the two of them and pacing in place, tail thwipping back and forth as the great dog whined and grumbled. \n\nThe source of the canine’s frustrations was quite evident. Between his legs, his proud sheath had expelled quite an impressive length of turgid dog dick, veined and throbbing. The pointed and tapered canine tip drooled a thick clear substance into a rapidly growing pool between the dog’s forelegs as he seemed to be inquiring of the brothers ‘can I join, guys?’ The two boys shared a very knowing glance before Dorian began to slowly pull himself out of his brother’s butthole, leaving a slimy trail of his smegma loaded cum running down his ass crack and onto the underage boy’s balls. Together they were going to have quite the adventure, it seemed... ",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>&ldquo;Oh, Brother&rdquo; - Story by Kaz <br /><br />Chapter 1: A Humble Bard <br /><br />The morning burst spectacularly over the waters of a calm, brilliant ocean. A sprawling city, one of the largest port towns on the continent met the ocean with gusto. The city of Anaheim boasted a breathtaking docks district. Everywhere one would go, they&rsquo;d find bustling activity. Loading cargo, crating supplies, handling the haul of a wild fishing expedition. There seemed no end to the life of the Anaheim Docks. The rest of the city kept up in tempo to make a lively, thriving atmosphere no matter where one found themself within the city. <br /><br />Past the vast Docks District, one would find a market that stretched clear into the heart of the city, lined with market stalls and shopfronts peddling goods from across the world. Foreign exports were eagerly received, and locals bought them up. It would not be a far reach to say that the market was the busiest part of the city, that is until one visited the Entertainment District. <br /><br />To the east of the city center, northeast of the docks district was a moderately sized series of streets with few buildings dotted among them. The sparse architecture was quite misleading however. Each and every one of these buildings hosted jaw-dropping gatherings each night, some more than others. When the sun set on Anaheim, she truly came alive. Neither the Docks nor the Market could compare to the Entertainment District at sundown. <br /><br />To the west, wrapping around the city center to the north as well one would find the Residential District. Closer to the city center were near-literal mansions while further out towards the outskirts of Anaheim one would find smaller and smaller homes. The lowest class occupied the homes against the great wall surrounding the city. These were typical of what one might expect from poverty. Though it must be said that even impoverished these folks found a means to survive and own a home in the greatest city on the continent. <br /><br />It was in one of these lower-class homes that lived ironically one of the most popular musicians around. Fifteen year-old Martine was making quite a stir in the city&rsquo;s taverns and pubs. He had begun to gain a reputation for being more energetic than other bards and musicians. The boy had charisma and knew how to handle a drunken crowd that was for sure.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Martine was a lithe anthrompomorphc fox, standing at just over five feet. His main fur color was a bright crimson, accented with a deeper blood red coloring from his elbows and knees down to his paws. His chest and lower face were brilliant white, tail tipped in the same color. He sported short wavy brown hair that was pushed off to one side, a few vividly colored feathers stuck out of his hair on the left as an accessory of sorts. Martine&rsquo;s face was sharp and intelligent, belying his crafty nature as a fox. <br /><br />Personality wise, Martine was typically joyful and warm with a bit of a mischievous streak to him. He was fond of having the upper hand in most situations, especially when it came to his performances. He was no stranger to using his charm, wit and appeal to pick a few pockets during a performance. This was part of how he made a living and survived in the slums of Anaheim. Performing musicians didn&rsquo;t exactly bring home tons of money after all. <br /><br />Martine lived in a small home in the middle of the slums district, sharing it with his older brother Dorian. The two had lived in the same home since their parents had left them when Martine was only a small boy. Something about grand adventure, heroism and lots of promised money. Whatever the lure that had called them away, they had never returned. Martine had developed without really caring or needing them much. His brother had raised him from that young age. <br /><br />Dorian had just celebrated his twenty fifth birthday a few weeks prior, the older fox strikingly similar to Martine in appearance. He bore the same beautiful crimson fur with the same markings as Martine. His hair was the same shade also but instead oe wavy his had turned out sort of spiky. He kept it short like his brother, though his was a tad longer. He kept it brushed back, giving him a sort of hedgehog-style haircut as the spiky nature of his brown mane stood out in back. <br /><br />The brothers didn&rsquo;t see each other too often. Martine was never home anymore and Dorian had a job working the docks. Occasionally Dorian would set out on a voyage with a crew. He was a maintenance worker for the shipyard. The pay was enough to keep his home stable, even if he thought Martine spent too much time at entertainment venues. Some days Dorian wanted to sit down and talk to Martine about his future, but he just never got around to it. As a result, they were more like comfortable strangers or roommates than brothers even if they shared the same blood. <br /><br />The mid morning sunlight shimmered through Martine&rsquo;s bedroom window. His wake-up call. He drifted out of his dreams and into consciousness, eyes opening wearily. The boy sat up and stretched, the thin woolen cover falling off of him to reveal his slender form. Martine swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed off the cover entirely. He slept in the nude, clothes messily tossed across the dingy wooden floor. His room was nothing to be proud of, just a simple bed with a nightstand and dresser. He did have a rather nice tall mirror he admired himself in from time to time. This morning was one of those times. <br /><br />Martine grinned as he stepped up to his reflection. He couldn&rsquo;t deny it, he liked looking at himself. His body was just right in all the right places. He couldn&rsquo;t go five minutes out in the streets without someone catcalling him or making lewd grabs at him. He&rsquo;d endured much worse during his shows, and the attention gave him a confidence boost. He knew he looked appealing, but it was so much better to get affirmation from others. <br /><br />His fingers trailed idly over his collarbone, brushing against the fur where crimson became white. The change was sharp and sudden, crisp. It would look unnatural if it wasn&rsquo;t for the fact that the white fur was thicker than the red and so tufts of it overlayed the sharp edge of the color change. Almost made it look blended and smooth, but Martine knew it wasn&rsquo;t. <br /><br />He slid his fingers down over his small, taut nipples, letting out a soft giggle as he squeezed them. Supple and receptive to his touches, he felt a shiver of pleasure shoot up his spine at the teasing. Better not linger or he might not make it out to the city center in time to do his daily pickpocketing rounds... <br /><br />Down his smooth, warm belly his fingers slid. They sank into plush pubic fur, dark to match his hair and building the beginnings of a handsome &lsquo;happy trail&rsquo; above his groin. He smirked as his fingers met the greasy, sweaty patch of fur. Something like his &lsquo;pride and joy&rsquo;. His fingers raked through the soft fur before he brought his hand back up to his face and flared his nostrils, taking in his own scent. It was filthy. <br /><br />Hygiene wasn&rsquo;t really a sticking point for Martine. In fact it was anything but. He kept up appearances as best he could to appeal to a wider audience but the things he did under the cover of night required a more...raunchy touch. He quite deliberately skipped cleaning anything below his smooth belly. The fur may have been soft but it was anything but clean. He had a thick, sickly sweet stench around his groin partially from his fur and partially from his blooming manhood. <br /><br />Martine sported a healthy size for his age. He brought his sweat-damped fingertips down to brush against the slick, shimmery flesh of his phallus. It was greasy with old sweat. Martine couldn&rsquo;t remember the last time he&rsquo;d actually spent time washing his genitals. That only made him more excited as his fingers traced down a thick red shaft, kneading over a bulge at the base.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Unlike most anthropomorphic canine types, Martine was gifted with a human style phallus though with an odd addition. A bulge at the base seemed to emulate a knot, but it wasn&rsquo;t quite large enough to truly be called one. At the tip, he was gifted with a rather healthy amount of foreskin, enough that it was something of a chore to roll it all back and reveal his cockhead. That was one reason why he never washed under his foreskin. There was just too much! It bunched up and hung over the end of his shaft, slick and greasy to the touch like the rest of his package. If he had rolled it back, he&rsquo;d have discovered a rather putrid growth of excessive smegma clinging to every wrinkle and fold inside his foreskin, completely smeared across the head of his cock. The smell wasn&rsquo;t contained at all, mingling with the smell of his average-sized balls, creating his &lsquo;signature scent&rsquo;. <br /><br />Martine sighed as he brought his now-filthy hand away from his genitals. Now was really no time to play with himself. As much as he&rsquo;d like to explore and tittilate, he knew he had more important matters to deal with. He snatched up the clothes he&rsquo;d worn the day before. A rather nice pair of velvet crush trousers in a deep brown and his favorite silken puffy-sleeve top. Both had been...gifts from some rather indulgent fans of his. The memory of how exactly he&rsquo;d earned such kindness sent a fiery blush across his face as he tucked his shirt in and adjusted his trousers. <br /><br />He didn&rsquo;t bother with undergarments. In his line of work, his clothes would be off by the end of a day or night anyway so why waste time with needless things? It was one of his most well-kept secrets. He wasn&rsquo;t just a well-known and energetic musician with a strong stink...he was a slut. There was no nice way to put it. If any of the men or boys at his show wanted to have a good time he&rsquo;d give himself freely. It never mattered that some of the men were decades older than him. What mattered was that he&rsquo;d embraced this kind of pleasure. For a few years now he&rsquo;d been exploring such a vulgar lifestyle. <br /><br />First were the sneaky back-alley bangs. Then he started using the establishments he performed in for &lsquo;room service&rsquo;. He found as time went on that he cared less and less about hygiene and began to develop something of a fetish for it. Sneaky flings quickly turned into groping while he was prancing around and singing or strumming his lute. Then, someone bent him over a bar table in a crowded tavern one night mid-show. Eventually it devolved into what it was now. He&rsquo;d spread his legs for anyone anywhere, anytime. How the entire city hadn&rsquo;t already heard about his...proclivities was a mystery but somehow he&rsquo;d kept the truth of his activities secret from everyone, most of all his brother. Even though they weren&rsquo;t close he couldn&rsquo;t bear to imagine Dorian knowing what he was really like... <br /><br />&nbsp;<br /><br />Chapter 2: A Day in the Life <br /><br />Martine was dragged out of his inner musings by the sound of a knocking on his bedroom door. Curses. Dorian really did have the worst timing when it came to Martine enjoying himself. Heaven forbid he&rsquo;d been in the middle of masturbating when Dorian had knocked, that surely wouldn&rsquo;t have ended well for either of them. <br /><br />&ldquo;Just a sec, Dori!&rdquo; Martine hollered out as he tugged on his clothes with haste. He made sure he was decently covered and ran a hand through his hair, sprucing it up a bit as it were. He also made sure to nudge the bag of stolen goodies he&rsquo;d accumulated so far that week under his bed. Didn&rsquo;t want big bro finding his stash. He wouldn&rsquo;t really have any way to explain that. &ldquo;Alright, I&rsquo;m dressed now.&rdquo; He idly gazed at himself in the mirror as the door opened and his older brother stepped into the room. <br /><br />Martine knew they were related by blood, but honestly with his depraved mindset he sometimes found his thoughts wandering to rather...unsavory places when he looked at Dorian. The older fox had so many of the qualities that appealed to Martine, and he knew that if Dorian was anything like the younger fox below the belt he was surely packing a helluva good time down there. Ugh, social norms forbade him from taking those thoughts any further and honestly he got enough action to be alright without it. <br /><br />Dorian strode over to his younger brother with his trademark dopey grin plastered on his face. Martine barely had time to turn away from the mirror before he felt a strong arm around his neck, pulling him into a sort of pin as Dorian&rsquo;s other hand balled into a fist and came down to give the poor younger fox quite the noogie!&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />&ldquo;You and that damned mirror, Mar. Why don&rsquo;t you just marry yourself already? Y&rsquo;stare at yerself more than some of my lady friends y&rsquo;know that?&rdquo; Dorian held the struggling boy tightly, his muscles more than sufficient to stop Martine from being able to escape so easily. The younger fox wasn&rsquo;t enthused by this move, scowling and using both hands to try and pry Dorian off of him. The two brothers may not see each other very often but Dorian made sure to make the most of their time together. Brotherly shenanigans and fun-poking all around. It was hard not to love him when he did stuff like this. <br /><br />&ldquo;Alright, alright Dori &ndash; hngg &ndash; let go of me. I&rsquo;ve got a performance tonight and I can&rsquo;t show up all brusied and battered y&rsquo;know. They&rsquo;d have your hide!&rdquo; Martine sighed with relief as his older brother finally relented, giving the younger fox a loving headrub as he pushed him gently away, looking around the room and fanning the air lightly. <br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah, yeah. You really ought to take a bath y&rsquo;know? Wouldn&rsquo;t kill you and it might make your fans happy, eh?&rdquo; Dorian nudged Martine aside to stand in front of the mirror instead, adjusting his own spiky hair, turning to face the smaller fox with a grin. <br /><br />&ldquo;Oh I know what makes my fans happy. Besides, since when did you turn into my parent? Aren&rsquo;t you a bit young to rock a beer gut and corny jokes? Oh wait, you&rsquo;ve already got that second one on lock...&rdquo; Martine snorted and gave Dorian a playful shove before gesturing towards the door. He really didn&rsquo;t want to be late and as much as he enjoyed spending these moments with his brother he had a schedule to keep. He knew his performance that night was going to be less financially productive than normal and he planned to try and make up for it with stolen goods along the way. <br /><br />Dorian took the hint and helf up his hands in a sign of surrender, shaking his head with a chuckle as he headed out of the small bedroom into the cramped main area of the home. Martine already had one hand on the door when Dorian closed his brother&rsquo;s bedroom door behind the two. Dorian did find it a little odd that Martine was in such a rush but honestly he never knew anymore with the younger fox. Maybe his performance started earlier than usual? &ldquo;Hey, you be careful out there. Starting to make a name for yourself and not everyone will like that Mar. Come home safe?&rdquo; Dorian&rsquo;s voice expressed genuine concern, the joking demeanor gone as he addressed his younger brother. <br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah, yeah I&rsquo;m always careful Dori. Don&rsquo;t work about it! You&rsquo;ll probably be dragging me out of bed late as usual tomorrow too. You watch yourself too. Your jobs aren&rsquo;t always the safest either.&rdquo; Martine stopped to wrap his arms around the older fox, giving him a gentle but affectionate hug, nuzzling softly against his chest before turning and waving, disappearing out into the city, leaving Dorian with his own thoughts. Man, that kid was gonna get himself into trouble one of these days.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Martine sighed as he ducked down the narrow side streets between cramped houses, pacing the familiar path towards the city center. He always took the back alleys on his little forays. After all, he&rsquo;d met more than a few eager guys along the way. Fond memories of those encounters...fond memories. <br /><br />It seemed today would be no different as the fox approached one of the alleyway exits into the large city center market. Huddled against the wall between two buildings in a secluded enough alcove was a regular &lsquo;customer&rsquo; of his, Gerald. Gerald was one of the unlucky homeless in the city with a strong penchant for pickpocketing just like Martine. Unfortunately, he also had a super week spot for young boys. The rat was older, at least in his forties but couldn&rsquo;t keep his eyes &ndash; or hands off of Martine when the young fox passed by. So Martine would help himself to the rat&rsquo;s haul while the rat helped himself to Martine&rsquo;s body and hole. It was a fair trade-off really. It had gone on so long that there was no way Gerald wasn&rsquo;t aware of it. Still, the rat never said a word about it...\\ <br /><br />Martine feigned ignorance of Gerald&rsquo;s presence as he attempted to slip by the alcove housing the rat. A strong wrinkled fleshy hand grasped his wrist and yanked hard, tugging the fifteen year old fox right into the embrace of the older rat, twinkling beady eyes staring into Martine&rsquo;s as Gerald pressed his body against the boy&rsquo;s. Martine sighed out, his nostrils flaring as he was assaulted by the rat&rsquo;s poor oral hygiene. Being homeless wasn&rsquo;t eactly the cleanest way to live in Anaheim after all... <br /><br />&ldquo;Hello to you too, old friend. I take it you need your &ndash; ohhh fuck &ndash; fix again?&rdquo; Martine&rsquo;s breath caught in his chest as the rat&rsquo;s hand slid carelessly into the back of his trousers, cupping his bare ass, fleshy fingers prying apart his bubbly cheeks to slide through the fox&rsquo;s sweaty crack, slipping two agile fingers into the muscled ring of Martine&rsquo;s anus without any resistance. That answered that question... <br /><br />Gerald didn&rsquo;t speak much, if at all. He just took what he wanted. And today he made it clear that he wanted Martine&rsquo;s tender young boyhole. The rat growled a bit as he spun Martine around and shoved him against the wall, forcing the teen to brace himself with both hands against the wall, his breath short and ragged as the horny rat yanked his pants down to his ankles, baring his ass for anyone who walked by to see. <br /><br />Martine bit down on his lip as his sensitive ears and nose detected the exposure of the rat&rsquo;s member. The soft wet squelching noises of the cockhead emerging from foreskin nearly glued shut with creamy smegma, caked up and down the sweat-slicked length of the throbbing fuckrod. Gerald wasted no time in spreading his funky essence between Martine&rsquo;s cheeks, the slimy tip of that cock sliding into the hole with little to no resistance, greased up by anal sweat and smegma to make a truly foul concoction that had already begun mixing into a sickly sweet froth that smeared into his ass fur. Schlurrrrrp. Within seconds, Gerald was balls deep and thrusting like mad. Martine&rsquo;s entire frame shook, his own stiffening cock flailing like mad between his thighs. He didn&rsquo;t miss the opportunity to reach back and grip the rat&rsquo;s hip tightly, egging him on but also nimbly slipping his fingers into the rat&rsquo;s pocket. What&rsquo;s this? <br /><br />Martine gingerly slipped the hard lump of smooth rock he&rsquo;d found out of the pocket and brought it to his face to examine it. Oh, no way! It was a hunk of sapphire! He grinned at the find and carefully brought the gemstone down to his swinging cock, using two fingers to brace the swinging shaft while Gerald sank into his tender innards again and again, sliming his asshole up with rat spunk and smegma, just on the edge of a climax it seemed. <br /><br />The other two fingers pried his foreskin open at the tip, and he eased the palm-warmed smooth gemstone into the foreskin, careful to close the hood around it. It sank into the mire of dick cheese in his wrinkled foreskin folds with a disgusting squelch, splattering sweaty residue onto the ground as it sank in. It was no bigger than an average egg of course, so it disappeared into the mess inside with only the slightest of bulges outlined on his cockflesh.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />He&rsquo;d finished hiding his procurement just in time as Gerald howled out and sank himself to the hilt, shoving his groin hard against that slimy crack as he painted Martine&rsquo;s tender warmth with his own potent heat. Rope after rope of hot adult rat jizz painted his bowels and Martine felt every tensing spasm of the muscle as it filled him. With a contented sigh, he felt the slimy member vanish from his hole, leaving him to hoist up his pants and turn to wink at Gerald. The rat had already gone back to leaning against his alcove as if nothing had happened. <br /><br />Martine shook his head and chuckled as he reached back, swiping two fingers along his now very-greasy asshole, pulling away a clump of fresh rat cheese mingling with cum and his own ass sweat. He popped the morsel into his mouth before securing his pants and re-tucking his shirt, feeling the firm gemstone slide deeper into the folds of his foreskin, kissing the head of his teen shaft. That sent a right shiver up his spine. After all he hadn&rsquo;t been far from climaxing himself back there. Just something about being grabbed so roughly and randomly by a guy he barely knew to get fucked raw in an alleyway in broad daylight, AND get rewarded with a large gemstone? Yeah he really liked Gerald. <br /><br />His day progressed in the same manner. He&rsquo;d seduce some rich looking guy into the nearest alleyway, fuck his brains out and slide more loot into his special nature&rsquo;s pouch. By the time the sun hung low in the afternoon sky, his long foreskin was obscenely bulged out in every direction with varying shapes and sizes. He&rsquo;d made quite a good haul, and taken more than a few loads. It was always a miracle that nobody wanted to suck him off during these encounters, otherwise he might have lost his treasures! <br /><br />Martine had a huge smirk on his face as he sauntered back towards his house. He knew by now Dorian would be long gone to work, giving him the privacy he&rsquo;d need to unload his haul and really prep for his performance.Just thinking about the sensations his treasures always gave his cockhead and cheesy foreskin on the way out made him stiff in those velvety trousers. Yeah, tonight was going to be a good night, he just knew it. <br /><br />Chapter 3: Caught <br /><br />Martine pushed the door closed with a soft &rsquo;click&rsquo; as he made it into the safety of his bedroom. He felt absolutely exhausted, but he knew he had shit to do before his performance tonight. He groaned as he pushed his velvety trousers down from his hips, grimacing at the harsh odors that poured out from his undercarriage as the trousers hit the floor. The crotch and ass portion of the pants were completely smeared in cummy smegma. <br /><br />The fox quickly grabbed his hooded cock, bulging out obscenely at the tip due to the treasures he&rsquo;d snuck into his foreskin throughout the day. Ingenious how he&rsquo;d come up with such a hiding spot, really. But it was way easier to hide than bulged out pockets full of someone else&rsquo;s loot. Plus nobody was fishing around in his filthy foreskin for his goodies anyway... <br /><br />The fox plopped his cock onto the bed, squeezing the excess foreskin right where his cockhead stopped and squeezing up the length. The tip of the wrinkled foreskin pouch made a squelching spluttering sound as a thick glob of creamy pre-slicked smegma oozed out, making him shudder as he felt the first of his baubles stretch the wrinkled opening, sliding out and shimmering in the light of his lantern, quickly joined by the other trinkets. A locket, some rings, a large sapphire stone...all gunked to hell and back with rancid dick cheese that tore through the air in a sharp fishy stench. <br /><br />With his foreskin satisfactorily emptied, he grunted and hoisted his pants up again, feeling the greasy moisture of his ass crack as his sweat-soaked cheeks slid against one another. The filthy fox scooped up his haul and added it to the soggy bag of trinkets he&rsquo;d been stashing under his bed. He reckoned he had amassed a small fortune at this point, he just hadn&rsquo;t managed to sell any of it yet. <br /><br />Witht hat done, he wiped his filthy fingers off on his trousers and grabbed his lute from beside his dresser, snuffing out the lantern candle and slipping out of the house into the darkening streets, setting his course for the tavern he&rsquo;d be performing at that evening. The Rooster&rsquo;s Crow they called it, some sleazy tavern where the only clients seemed to be men. Not just any men either...Martine remembered this place fondly for the shenanigans that would go on in the open tavern after dark. It was where he&rsquo;d gotten his first taste of smegma after all. He smirked at the memory as he rounded the corner of the narrow street that housed the tavern, not even paying attention to who may or may not have been following him. It was a mistake he&rsquo;d pay dearly for a little later unfortunately. <br /><br />The moment he stepped into the place his nostrils flared, a loud cheer rousing the crowd as they noticed their favorite fox boy saunter in, lute slung across his back. He couldn&rsquo;t stop the soft blush and waved away the attention, making his way to his favorite seat, already feeling a hand untucking his shirt and sliding up his bare, sweat-soaked chest. Thick, meaty fingers squeezed his nipple and made his lip tremble as he struggled to push away the eager man. <br /><br />&ldquo;Now now then! I came here to sing, and that&rsquo;s what I&rsquo;m going to do! You lot can wait until I&rsquo;ve---&rdquo; He didn&rsquo;t get to finish that sentence, as a particularly large beagle shoved two very salty and bitter fingers into his mouth, smearing a creamy substance along the inside of his muzzle. His eyes shot wide as he looked up at the grinning offender, then down. He noticed a rather fat and throbbing cock on full display, foreskin peeled back to reveal a yellowish-white garnish dotted across the pale pink flesh of the head. Some of it had been scraped off recently it looked like. <br /><br />Martine sucked on the fingers as his lute clattered to the ground. A rowdy voice nearby called out &ldquo;Yeah boy, we&rsquo;ll make ye fuckin&rsquo; sing alright. You&rsquo;ll sing our praises tonight!&rdquo; Martine swirled his nimble tongue around the digits as strong muscular hands grabbed him &lsquo;round his midsection and lifted him out of his seat, setting him down on the table. Those same hands tore his shirt in two, tugging the tatters away and tossing them aside. <br /><br />The bench of the table he was sitting on groaned loudly as that beagle stepped onto it, raising his crotch to a better level for what he was planning. Meanwhile, the other man &ndash; an absolutely hulking gator &ndash; had leaned in to lick and suckle at one of Martine&rsquo;s exposed, throbbing nipples, hands running low to slide thumbs under the waistband of his pants. A third man joined the fray, soft porcine lips and wiggling wet snout pressing against his neck as a fat pig man started working on a hickey. <br /><br />Martine didn&rsquo;t protest as his trousers were discarded, his hooded cock springing to life as the beagle shoved that fat slimy prick right into Martine&rsquo;s throat, bulging it out obscenely. A bundle of slimy foreskin rolled back as the smegma-coated glans pressed hard against the roof of Martine&rsquo;s muzzle before tickling the back of his throat, the fox boy&rsquo;s lips curling around the cock as he slapped it with his tongue. The salty, sour scent of unwashed pubes heavy in his face as the man pushed himself balls-deep, rubbing on Martine&rsquo;s muzzle appreciatively. <br /><br />The sudden sensation of someone else peeling back his foreskin made his back arch slightly, and a low whistle came from the gator who&rsquo;d been undressing him. The slick flesh of his foreskin met the humid swampy air of the musky tavern as a warm maw engulfed his shaft, tongue sliding expertly low underneath his sweaty balls, sliding back and forth gently as the gator started to suck. It wasn&rsquo;t long before two meaty fingers pried apart his well-used slimy hole, easily slipping inside on account of the many loads of cum he&rsquo;d taken that day. Some of it even oozed out, dribbling down to the table as Martine was completely taken advantage of, but god did he love every moment. <br /><br />His tongue curled around the beagle&rsquo;s cock as the man groaned out, sliding back and forth and further rubbing that godawful bitter flavor into the fox&rsquo;s mouth. Every time he pressed balls-deep he&rsquo;d bury Martine&rsquo;s nose in his patch of greasy unkempty pubes, making sure that every breath the fox boy took was laden with his stench. There was a sudden jab at his cheek &ndash; the pig man to his right had gotten impatient and was pressing his own vile cock into the fox boy&rsquo;s face insistently, heavy sweating belly almost sagging over his erection as he&nbsp;&nbsp;jabbed and rubbed his greasy cockhead to and fro over Martine&rsquo;s soft cheek,completely staining it with the yellowed smegma on his own cock. <br /><br />It seemed that every man here had an abundance of smegma. Some of them had thick, drooping foreskin that had to be peeled open. Others had impossibly tight foreskin that couldn&rsquo;t move much. But all of their dicks absolutely reeked. Martine&rsquo;s eyes lidded over as he swapped from the beagle to the pig, rolling his head and taking the heavy man&rsquo;s cock into his gullet, using a free hand to caress those balls. He moaned out into the fleshy, sweaty pig&rsquo;s groin as his fingers slid through the grease caked onto the underside of the overly large balls.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />The gator sucking him off pulled back, sliding the tip of his tongue inside of the fox&rsquo;s foreskin and scooping out a huge helping of the teen&rsquo;s smegma with a snort, lifting the boy&rsquo;s legs high and kneeling down to put his face at ass-level. While Martine was occupied with swapping between two filthy, hard cocks the gator spat that tongueful of smegma right onto Martine&rsquo;s already loose and slimy hole. Using his tongue to spread it around, he effectively lubed up the fox boy, giving one of those gorgeous young cheeks a firm slap, watching Martine&rsquo;s ass jiggle. <br /><br />Within moments, the gator was balls-deep inside the boy. The gator&rsquo;s cock had to be the thickest of them all so far. It stretched Martine so much it actually hurt a bit, but it wasn&rsquo;t like he could exactly complain at the moment. Not with two dicks grinding his face. He&rsquo;d splayed his arms out on the table as the men began to really use him, grunting and flexing his fingers around two more cocks, one for each hand. He felt an impossibly fat but short meat in one hand. The other cock had so much foreskin it was almost like a second cock draped across his palm and wrist as he grabbed the heat of that cock. <br /><br />Martine started stroking the men off, the gator really working up a frothy mess of his hole as the thrusts got louder and wetter. From the sounds and smells in the tavern, you&rsquo;d think there was some sort of fish fuckfest happening in there! The rowdy shouting and moaning, Martine&rsquo;s youthful cries of lust in between sucking those cocks. Heavy, swollen ballsacs spreading across his face and smearing him in greasy old sweat, congealing into his fur and making him absolutely reek. The pig had even spread his ass so the could lick out his sweaty crack and hole, giving him a whole new vile flavor to contemplate. It was when he&rsquo;d felt the third man squirting into his asshole that he turned his gaze towards the door and felt his heart nearly literally stop. <br /><br />There, standing just inside the door with his eyes locked on the underage fox boy getting molested by no less than five men at once, was Dorian. Time slowed to a stop as Martine stared, open-mouthed. The heavy sweaty balls dragging across his face didn&rsquo;t stir him, nor did the sudden sharp slap to his cheek as the pig lifted up his cock and brought it thudding down onto the distracted fox&rsquo;s face. The sudden gaping sensation of a sweaty knot ripping his hole open didn&rsquo;t even phase him, not a sound came from him as he stared and felt his world come crashing down around him. <br /><br />His older brother, the one person he&rsquo;d wanted to keep his secret from so badly. He hadn&rsquo;t even told Dorian he was gay, let alone the fact that he was pretty much a public use slut during his &lsquo;performances&rsquo;. Hot ropes of cum splattered up his body, another load hitting his cheek and neck.&nbsp;&nbsp;He barely flinched as he made eye contact with Dorian. He felt his heart slowly breaking in his chest, something that even the hot jizz painting his tongue and throat couldn&rsquo;t stop. <br /><br />It felt like an eternity as the next man slid into his abused hole with a cock thicker than a forearm, thick wet squelches echoing out into the tavern as his abused hole spluttered and pushed out half a load of someone else&rsquo;s cum around that massive shaft. His anal muscles rippled but not nearly as fast as his heartbeat fluttered. No words could have saved him in this moment...he was utterly debased and taking it all like a champ. <br /><br />Only when his brother turned and sprinted out of the tavern wordlessly did he finally feel time resume normal flow, the fox lying there helpless as the night wore on, cocks and smegma rubbing on and inside him time and time again. He&rsquo;d taken every man in the tavern, one of them had come back for seconds and thirds! By the time the crowd started thinning and the cocks stopped coming he was completely ruined from head to toe but more importantly he couldn&rsquo;t think of anything except his poor older brother Dorian...The thing he&rsquo;d feared most all this time had finally happened, and god what a fucking way for it to go down... <br /><br />&nbsp;<br /><br />&nbsp;<br /><br />Chapter 4: Setting Sail <br /><br />Martine would be lying to himself if he said he hadn&rsquo;t expected to get caught at some point. Still, as the pit of disappointment ate away at his gut, that fact didn&rsquo;t make things any easier.&nbsp;&nbsp;The rest of his night in the tavern was a bit of a blur, cocks sliding in and out of him, cum oozing from his ruined hole and drenching most of his body. He&rsquo;d completely zoned out, requiring a thick cock slap just to pay attention to the fact that someone wanted his dick sucked clean. When it was all said and over and the patrons began exiting the tavern to leave him alone, he didn&rsquo;t know what to do.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />He scooped himself off of the table and put his head in his hands. Out of sheer frustration, he grabbed his lute and smashed it over the heavy wooden table. There was a resounding crack followed by a soft thump and a jingling of metal on metal. He was yanked out of his misery as he watched his bag of smegma-coated goodies fall to the ground. He hadn&rsquo;t remembered sliding it inside of his lute but he supposed he must have. How else would it have ended up here? <br /><br />The tavern owner cleared his throat and folded his arms, staring menacingly over at the cum-soaked fox, pointing at the door wordlessly. Okay, so property damage probably wasn&rsquo;t the best idea. Martine waved his hand dismissively and snatched up what was left of his clothes, trying his damndest to get...presentable as he hurried out of the tavern door, clutching his valuables in his hand, lute laying shattered on the floor as he left. One thing was clear, wherever he&rsquo;d go and whatever he&rsquo;d do it was time to make his escape. <br /><br />The sun was still down, it was the middle of the night, and he mindlessly wandered through the streets. Honestly it was a miracle he didn&rsquo;t bump into his brother. Worn cobblestone scraped at the underside of his feetpaws. He was staring at the ground, his sack of loot clutched to his chest as he strolled towards a familiar scent &ndash; something strong and fishy. Of course it wasn&rsquo;t what his wandering mind told him it was. Instead, as he mulled over the fact that he was now very alone in the world and had nothing to his name, he noticed the cobbled road becoming wetter as he walked. He stopped and looked up, noticing that he&rsquo;d wandered all the way into the Docks district of Anaheim from the tavern. Jeez. <br /><br />The Docks were bustling as usual. Even in the dead of night, crewmen worked in shifts to load cargo and unload cargo. The canteen was full of bleary-eyed early morning sailors fending off the dregs of sleep. Martine had no time for them however. A crazy idea had just stolen into his brain. His eyes swept from the sea-splashed woodworking of the intricate storage structures surrounding the circular main plaza of the Docks. His eyes flashed from ship to ship moored on the other side of the plaza. If he could slip on board one of them....it was a wild idea with a point of no return situation but he really felt like he was there. He couldn&rsquo;t face Dorian. Not now, maybe not ever! <br /><br />That ship was too small...that one was way too busy. That one was...hold on! His eyes were sweeping across the moored ships when he noticed a proud galleon vessel. He darted around the dockworkers as he made for the specific dock this ship was moored at, staring up at it. Yeah, this thing was massive. He should absolutely be able to lose himself below deck somewhere! The hull of the ship was a greyish green-tinged wood, the telltale sign of a vessel that had seen many an open water. <br /><br />The bow of the ship boasted an impressive spire that jutted out over the plaza of the Docks, a wooden thing of majesty with a clinging mermaid sculpture entwined around the wood. He sucked in a breath as the sheer size of this vessel drew him in. Walking around the monstrous hull of the ship, his eyes swept upwards to the starboard side of the bow where a gilded yet peeling scrawl of letters declared the name of this vessel to be &ldquo;Ye Olde Saltlick&rdquo;. He suppressed a giggle at the weird name but shrugged. Ships were something of a new world for him. <br /><br />He peeked at the narrow walkway that led up to the ship&rsquo;s main deck. It appeared to be void of activity. He couldn&rsquo;t see over the railing onto the deck itself but he didn&rsquo;t hear any noises save for the gentle sloshing of water against the boat. Martine sucked in a breath and clutched his pouch of valuables to his chest, creeping as stealthily as he could onto the walkway and up to the main deck. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight before him. <br /><br />The main deck of the ship was massive. Sprawling out with so much to look at. The main mast stood proud in the center, jutting upward into the sky. There were large cannons lined up in several places along the edges of the deck facing outwards. It looked like every ship in a fairytale he&rsquo;d ever known of, honestly. It was just wild seeing it all in person. Like he&rsquo;d jumped into the pages of some storybook. <br /><br />Martine noted that the captain&rsquo;s quarters were set at the front of the ship, an ornate double door leading to the cabin underneath the forward deck. He wanted to steer clear of there. At least until the ship was out of range of Anaheim. He swiveled and began heading towards the swinging double doors that led into the below deck areas. <br /><br />Down creaking wooden stairs, Martine crept along as quiet as he could be. He peeked around the bottom of the stairs and noted that the coast was clear. This deck of the ship was formed by a long narrow hallway with doors on both sides. He crept along the hallway towards the opposite end where more stairs led further down, presumably to the galley and crew quarters. Still he peeked over the staircases and heard snoring, saw hammocks strung up all over the place. Yup, must be those crew quarters. <br /><br />He clutched the bag of fineries to his chest, careful not to let it rattle too much as he crept back up the hallway. His only shot would be to find an unoccupied sleeping quarter and hope to god nobody checked it before the ship took off. He placed his ear against each door as he passed, hearing snoring noises from most of them. One though...he heard a strange panting noise. Curious, he twisted the knob carefully and eased the door open. The old wood creaked as the door swung inward and he was startled to see a massive dog curled up on the single bed in the room. <br /><br />He thought he heard footsteps, so he quickly slipped into the room and pressed the door closed as quietly as he could, breathing heavily as he pressed his ear to the door. He hadn&rsquo;t even noticed the panting had stopped. He only became aware of the huge great dane again when nails clicked across the wooden planks in his direction. He froze. What the hell was he going to do? A dog could tear him to pieces. He was an intruder, and that&rsquo;s what dogs did, wasn&rsquo;t it? He remembered hearing somewhere that if you show submission an animal may spare your life. Ugh.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Martine slowly lowered himself down to his hands and knees, keeping his head bowed. He also heard that showing fear was not ideal when confronted with a potentially vicious animal. He did his best to steady his breathing. That&rsquo;s when the sheer tattered state of his clothes really hit him. He had no underpants, his shirt was torn, and he was coated in dried cum from head to toe from his escapades in the tavern. <br /><br />Realizing too late to do anything, he grunted as he felt a sudden weight on his back, and clapped one hand to his mouth. He tried to struggle, he really did. He tried to throw the weight of the huge animal off of him, but he was so small compared to this dog. Within seconds the panting resumed, and he felt something&nbsp;&nbsp;very large and warm between his cheeks. Jabbing off-target, he tried to jerk forward, letting his weight collapse to the ground as the dog tried to breed a hole that wasn&rsquo;t made for breeding. <br /><br />By some great miracle, the dog was unable to continue its advances with him lying face-down on the ground. Martine took this opportunity to roll onto his back, staring up into the completely friendly face of the captain&rsquo;s dog. A nametag hanging from the dog&rsquo;s collar read &ldquo;Sparky&rdquo;. Martine was insanely embarrassed at what had almost just happened. Sure it may be a fantasy of his but right now he was not in the headspace for that kind of stuff. <br /><br />A cursory glance around the room as he sat up to frenzied licks from the dog told him that these quarters were the captain&rsquo;s spare ones. A room designed to house the captain should his quarters be unavailable for any reason. The standing wardrobe held some rather nice looking silken trousers and pressed shirts, and the writing desk had a comfortable looking padded chair. The bed itself was quite plush, no wonder the dog wanted to sleep on it. <br /><br />Martine managed to strip from his ragged clothes, using them to mop as much of the dried cum off of his body as he could, grimacing as he tossed the rags down into the corner. That had been quite a nice outfit he&rsquo;d just lost. Thankfully the captain&rsquo;s spare wardrobe seemed to fit him well enough, just some overhang in certain places. He dressed quickly in the stolen garments, before opening a drawer of the writing desk and setting his bag of valuables in there, closing it gently and flopping up onto the bed. Mission successful? He wouldn&rsquo;t really know until the ship was sailed. <br /><br />He reached out a hand and patted the friendly dog as it bounded over, licking at his fingertips and wagging its tail. He hazarded a glance down at the dog&rsquo;s groin, shuddering at unsavory thoughts as the dog&rsquo;s balls swung heavy and low between those hind legs. Ugh, what was wrong with him? He had to figure out what to do about Dorian when he finally made it back to Anaheim, if he ever did. <br /><br />The sway of the ship was comforting, and before Martine knew it he was drifting off to sleep in another man&rsquo;s bed, dog comfortably curled up on the floor next to the bed. It was idyllic in a way. As he began to lose consciousness, his gut churned and he wondered what on earth was going to happen next. This wasn&rsquo;t going to be like the fanciful adventures he sang about. This was going to be something else entirely. Could he survive? With no answers save the swaying ship, nuzzling dog and salty sea brine he drifted and everything went black. Goodnight, troubled fox brother... <br /><br />&nbsp;<br /><br />&nbsp;<br /><br />&nbsp;<br /><br />&nbsp;<br /><br />Chapter 5: A Confrontation <br /><br />Martine woke to the sound of waves gently sloshing against the exterior of the boat. At least, that was the first sound he heard. The next was far more concerning. Martine heard the sound of heavy footfalls quickly approaching in the hallway. What would normally be a gentle, bleary awakening became an urgent jolt. He sat up right in the bed so quickly he startled the dog snoozing on the floor beside the bed. Sparky barked, whether from the excitement of being woken so abruptly or the approaching person in the hall didn&rsquo;t matter. <br /><br />Martine&rsquo;s heart thudded in his chest as he heard the footsteps stop just in front of the cabin door. His worst fears realized as the sound of the doorknob turning seemed thunderous in his ears. Here he was, a total stowaway on the ship and in the captain&rsquo;s private quarters no less, wearing the man&rsquo;s clothes and sleeping in his bed. It was like the tale of the three bears and Goldilocks but the ending wasn&rsquo;t going to be as sweet for the bard. <br /><br />He swallowed hard as the door swung inward and he was greeted with the sight of the last person in the world he&rsquo;d have expected. It was his brother, Dorian. The two siblings locked eyes momentarily as Martine struggled to come up with an explanation. His older brother looked crestfallen as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Sparky bounded over but received no attention from the speechless Dorian, taking in the sight of his younger brother reeking of sex, smegma and cum whilst occupying the captain&rsquo;s personal bed. It was...unexpected on his part as well. <br /><br />Martine was the first to speak, lower lip trembling as he broached the silence after a noisy swallow of the lump in his throat. &ldquo;I...I can explain, Dori. I swear it isn&rsquo;t what it looks like...&rdquo; He trailed off and stared at the adjacent wall, eyes tracing the wear patterns of the fine wooden paneling. What did it look like, anyway? The hell if he knew... <br /><br />Dorian held up a hand and sat down on the edge of the bed, resting his hand in his palms and letting out a deep sigh. Martine found him to be rather unreadable. Was he angry? Exhausted? Surprised? Or something else altogether? Martine wasn&rsquo;t sure. He did know he couldn&rsquo;t run from his brother anymore. Not when they were locked in a cabin together aboard a ship out to sea. <br /><br />&ldquo;Did you...are you running away from Anaheim?&rdquo; Dorian&rsquo;s question was simple but measured. His voice was swollen with the love and tender care of a brother, intermingled with the concern of a faux parent. If the teen boy really was running away, there had been a chance however small that Dorian may have never seen him again. This bothered him greatly. <br /><br />&ldquo;I...didn&rsquo;t know how to tell you about...y&rsquo;know...what you saw in the tavern. You must think I&rsquo;m some kind of stupid. Not to mention it must be incredibly embarrassing to be related to someone who&rsquo;d do what I did for money and attention...&rdquo; Martine was definitely afraid of getting his brother&rsquo;s honest reaction but he also loved Dori deeply for having raised him and always been there for him. It had been part of what made this decision to flee so difficult. Now that they were in the moment, he could do nothing but be open and honest with his older brother, it was just how their dynamic worked. <br /><br />Dorian remained silent for a few moments as he pondered what his brother had said. This seemed to be the moment for confessions, and Dori definitely had a rather large one to make. However inappropriate, he&rsquo;d been nursing a different kind of love for his underage boy brother for several years at this point. He had never said a word nor let on how he&rsquo;d felt, but he&rsquo;d definitely paid attention to the way Martine&rsquo;s body was developing and the smells and sounds coming out of the teen boy&rsquo;s room. He wasn&rsquo;t an idiot, he&rsquo;d known his brother was up to something salacious for quite some time. He also knew he had fantasies of bedding the boy and sharing deep, tender moments with him. But he swore he&rsquo;d never say a word of it. That all changed the moment he saw what his brother had been up to in the tavern and likely what he&rsquo;d always been up to when he went out to &lsquo;perform&rsquo;. All bets were off now that they were confessing to one another. <br /><br />&ldquo;Mar I...I love you.&rdquo; Dorian finally turned his head, brown hair falling across his face and highlighting his handsome physique. He brought his eyes to Martine and they almost looked pleading. He saw the fox&rsquo;s head tilt as he considered what was being said. <br /><br />&ldquo;I love you too Dori, that&rsquo;s why this was so damn hard for me to do. I&rsquo;m ashamed that you saw me like that...I....&rdquo; He trailed off as something began to click. The way his brother was now looking at him wasn&rsquo;t exactly the warm, brotherly love he was used to. There was a glimmer of something more within Dorian&rsquo;s eyes, and Martine felt a bit taken aback. How could he have missed the signs of this type of affection developing? &ldquo;Wait you...Dori you&rsquo;re not talking about...normal love are you...&rdquo; The look in his brother&rsquo;s eyes answered the question long before the older male could actually speak. <br /><br />Rather than giving a verbal answer, Dorian opted to tug down the blankets to expose Martine&rsquo;s smaller body clothed in those fine captain&rsquo;s clothing. He shifted his position and began climbing up onto the bed, crawling his way up Martine&rsquo;s frozen form, before gently grasping the younger male&rsquo;s chin, holding it as he stared into Martine&rsquo;s eyes. He murmured those words again as he leaned down, closing his eyes and pressing his tender lips against Martine&rsquo;s. <br /><br />Shell-shocked would be one way to describe the way Martine was feeling. He couldn&rsquo;t move, couldn&rsquo;t react as his older brother proclaimed his love for him and began kissing him in the way he reserved for the patrons of his shows. It was in that moment that Martine became aware of just how damned attractive his brother was, and how incredibly arousing he smelled. If he detached their familial relationship for a moment and considered Dorian as a potential suitor, he&rsquo;d be exactly Martine&rsquo;s type. Now, with his brother pressing those soft lips against his and caressing the side of his face he had to be honest both with himself and his brother. <br /><br />The laws of nature forbade it but Martine didn&rsquo;t care. He brought trembling fingers up and ran them through his brother&rsquo;s thicker, longer hair, pursing his lips and parting them gently to return the beginnings of a passionate kiss. He felt Dorian&rsquo;s stronger body press against his own and he opened his lips further to allow a gentle probing tongue to slide between his underage lips. Sucking on his older brother&rsquo;s tongue like some degenerate, he began to stiffen between the thighs, though Dorian had beaten him to the punch in that regard already. <br /><br />Martine&rsquo;s responses to Dorian&rsquo;s electrified touches was all the permission and answer the older male needed. He plunged onward, excitedly lashing his tongue into Martine&rsquo;s inner cheek as his strong hands caressed the boy&rsquo;s body, untucking the underage fox&rsquo;s stolen shirt and breaking the kiss only long enough to peel it off, revealing his stained furred body, which Dorian&rsquo;s hands eagerly explored. A flurry of soft kisses graced Martine&rsquo;s neck and he couldn&rsquo;t help but let out a fluttering moan into Dorian&rsquo;s ear as the older fox teased him so. <br /><br />Dorian leaned back and hastily discarded his own shirt, rolling off of Martine long enough to pry his own pants and undergarments off, his thick overly-hooded cock wagging freely in the air. Martine couldn&rsquo;t help but stare at his brother&rsquo;s larger manhood. It looked so much like his own but larger. Even accmopanied by more excess foreskin, hanging and swaying like a pendulum. The moment his loins were bared, the salty acrid stench of unwashed male slapped Martine in the face. It was spicier than he was used to, a stronger stench. More like the men from the tavern than his own. His nostrils flared as he breathed it in, timidly working down his own pants to let his smalelr but equally impressive girth spring free, sporting the same overhanging droop of stretchy foreskin as his brother. <br /><br />Dorian climbed onto the naked boy&rsquo;s body, pressing his throbbing cock against Martine&rsquo;s and returning to kissing and suckling at his neck. He let out a deep moaning sigh as he felt Martine&rsquo;s greedy fingers begin exploring his overhang. The underage boy&rsquo;s fingertips wormed into the bunched foreskin with ease, almost as though he&rsquo;d practiced it many times before. Two fingers found their way into the slimy depths of Dorian&rsquo;s foreskin and spread apart, releasing an ungodly stench into the room as Martine&rsquo;s fingers slid through creamy cock cheese and stale dick sweat, old piss stains and precum. Knowing how good it felt on his own cock, Martine tugged on the loose foreskin and elicited a sharp moan from Dorian. <br /><br />Slipping his fingers free, Martine brought his reeking digits up to his upper lip and rubbed one hard across the cleft beneath his nostrils, wiping the other firmly across his lips before tossing his arms around his brother-lover and dragging him into another passionate kiss. This time the reek of his brother&rsquo;s unwashed foreskin and dick cheese mingled with his sour breath and hot lust to invade his mouth and nose in the most unbearably pleasant way possible.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Sparky was curled on the floor opposite the room watching the events unfolding, head tilting curiously as the two brothers began unleashing their carnal desires upon one another for the first time ever. Martine&rsquo;s experience and Dorian&rsquo;s pure unadulterated sinful lust for his underage brother met in the sloppiest, most primal way possible. <br /><br />Dorian couldn&rsquo;t contain himself as he broke the kiss, strings of dick filth and saliva mingling in a sticky web between their parted lips as he drew back, caressing Martine&rsquo;s body as his soft lips planted wet stinking kisses down the length of his abdomen, heading for &lsquo;uncharted territory&rsquo;. It wasn&rsquo;t long before he had one hand grasped firmly around Martine&rsquo;s base, lining it up so he could slurp up the thick bulged out foreskin like a wet spaghetti noodle, lips pursed around Martine&rsquo;s boyhood. Of course this brought the teen to the throes of orgasm as his sensitive foreskin was sucked daringly into Dorian&rsquo;s mouth. <br /><br />Dorian looked up from his position between the boy&rsquo;s thighs and met his brother&rsquo;s eyes, drunk with love and lust. His lips pressed tighter just above the cockhead and he proceeded to squeeze out the dank, sloppy foreskin like a tube of almost-empty toothpaste, the resulting murky lumps of slimy cock cheese overloading his palate while his tongue pressed into the warm stinking folds of Martine&rsquo;s foreskin, swirling around and around again.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />The taste of his baby brother was something beyond incredible, he&rsquo;d only dreamed of it before now. Such a potent masculine filth, so overpoweringly gross. Dorian&rsquo;s nostrils flared and he continued nursing the filthy foreskin as dick sweat stained his muzzle, underage hands grasping his ears as Martine urged him on. Why hadn&rsquo;t he done this years ago?&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Chapter 6: What&rsquo;s Next? <br /><br />Martine let out a loud, squeaky moan. His voice had partially cracked mid-moan, fingers curled tightly in his brother&rsquo;s hair. He pushed his hips ever so slightly upwards to help bury his cock into the older fox&rsquo;s mouth. Dorian responded by reaching up and kneading into his baby brother&rsquo;s belly, massaging the supple furred flesh there eagerly to show his appreciation. The acrid, salty flavor of his brother&rsquo;s unwashed foreskin invaded his senses like nothign he&rsquo;d ever experienced before. <br /><br />Dorian&rsquo;s lips pressed taut to the throbbing underage cock, sliding luxuriously down every last inch until he felt the sloppy loose foreskin bundle draped into his throat, oozing a thick syrupy mixture of precum and stale smegma chunks directly into Dorian&rsquo;s gullet. Faced with no option but to swallow, he pressed himself into Martine&rsquo;s crotch, nose rifling through greasy unwashed pubic fur. Every breath he took was laden with the sour smell of masculine stench. <br /><br />As he lay there blowing his underage brother, he couldn&rsquo;t help but wonder where this all was going to lead. He pulled back slowly, creating a tight suction with his lips while his tongue finally broke free from that loose bundle of overhanging foreskin to swirl and wrap around Martine&rsquo;s cock as he pulled all the way off, letting out an excited sigh as the wet slurping sound hit his ears. He grinned and sat up on his haunches, staring down at Martine, watching his chest rise and fall. The blush spread across his young face was enough to send Dorian absolutely primal. <br /><br />The older fox spun around carefully, backing up and climbing over his boy brother, adopting a standard sixty-nine position and lowering his face into Martine&rsquo;s crotch, keeping his hips just high enough to dangle his own filthy foreskin over Martine&rsquo;s nose, feeling it make contact and gasping out at the cool touch of his brother&rsquo;s nose.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />It didn&rsquo;t take Martine long to get used to this, reaching up with trembling fingers and grasping Dorian around the base as he opened his mouth and let the thick foreskin pour into his mouth, immediately assaulted by the overpowering vile taste of male filth. It was so much more potent than his own, hell even the smell was likely going to linger on his nosetip for at least a few weeks. He groaned and shoved a tongue into the loaded foreskin, eyes going wide as he felt a thick gelatinous glob of smegma slip out of the foreskin, almost as though Dorian&rsquo;s cock had belched it into his mouth. He pressed it flat against his tongue to test the texture, feeling the powdery yet creamy substance crumble and smush into his tastebuds, spreading across his tongue. <br /><br />Martine&rsquo;s eyes lidded over as his brother resumed sucking on his cock, now teasing him by roling the bunched foresin back enough to expose the over sensitive cockhead directly into his waiting mouth, rolling his tongue around it and causing Martine&rsquo;s back to arch and jump as he fought the sensations. He tried to keep up and reciprocate the pleasure for his brother but he was quickly losing the battle of willpower, finding his jaw refusing to budge from a slack position, cheesy sweaty drool oozing from the cornr of his slack mouth as he grunted into his older brother&rsquo;s smelly crotch. <br /><br />Dorian could sense that Martine was nearly at his limt, so the older fox pulled off of Martine&rsquo;s cock and slid himself out of the underage boy&rsquo;s mouth, dragging his nuts from Martine&rsquo;s forehead down to his nose and letting the sweaty, acrid orbs sag over his muzzle, staining his lips with a greasy residue before Dorian pulled off completely and adopted a new position. He was now rolling Martine over onto his belly, pulling him into a doggystyle position as Dorian adjusted himself behind the boy, using both strong hands to spread his sweaty cheeks wide, letting out a low whistle as he watched Martine&rsquo;s butthole pulse and quiver, a bead of thick sweat rolling down the glazed muscle. <br /><br />Martine gripped the bedsheets, wondering if his brother was just going to shove his cock right in without any foreplay. Sure he&rsquo;d taken things like that before but he really wanted to &ndash; OH --. Martine&rsquo;s world froze as he felt hot wet sensations scraping from the bottom of his ass crack over his tender hole and up further, collecting his ass sweat and masculine funk. He shuddered and looked back, just at the moment Dorian&rsquo;s fingers wrapped tightly around his tailbase and yanked upwards to fully expose the teen boy to the older brother. Martine couldn&rsquo;t stop the startled yelp that came from his lips. <br /><br />Dorian was ravenous, exploring his brother in every way he could. His other hand came up and squeezed around Martine&rsquo;s balls, tracing gentle patterns around his inner thighs and stroking lazily up and down Martine&rsquo;s cock. Meanwile, his tongue had punched a hole in Martine&rsquo;s metaphorical defenses, spreading his anal ring around the probing muscle and suckling his brother&rsquo;s tongue up his asshole. He felt it squirming inside like a horny worm, pressing hard against his anal walls and digging deeper inside, mashing up against his prostate along the way to send an electric jolt of incestual pleasure up his spine. <br /><br />Dorian felt his trembling underage brother on the verge of orgasm and stopped, yanking his tongue out with such speed and force that it left a partial gape, the pink insides visible and slime-coated as the sweaty hole pulsated and flexed back into a closed position. Next came Dorian&rsquo;s cock. With little warning, he did indeed slam himself into Martine. The rimming hadn&rsquo;t been enough to totally prepare him but he definitely knew how to take a huge cock with little preparation. The shrieking grunt quickly turned to a pleasured cry as he was invaded so hotly by his older brother, feeling the drooped foreskin swell and spread into his anal passage, turgid cock sliding deep with ease thanks to the abundance of cock grease and anal sweat. <br /><br />&ldquo;Oh fucking BREED me Dori!&rdquo; Martine shouted out, forgetting in the heat of the moment that he was a very disrespectful stowaway on a ship already out to sea. Dorian seemed to forget as well, the thick rough slap he gave to Martine&rsquo;s bubbly underage ass cheek was testament enough to that. Dorian wasted no time in thrusting, feeling the residue of a hundred other men guiding his path to victory as he drew back and pushed in. His brother was a slut. Not just any kind, but the capital S kind. The thought sent a chill of exhiliaration down his spine. He was determined to be the best lover his brother would ever have. <br /><br />Dorian draped himself unceremoniously over Martine&rsquo;s back, his sweaty chest fur mingling with Martine&rsquo;s equally damp back fur, the two boys pressing firmly against each other in a rut as Dorian began thrusting his hips hard, hard enough to shake the bed. Even more than it was already shaking thanks to the gentle bob of the waves outside. All of the activity had caused Sparky to sit up and tilt his head, watching the two breed senselessly. <br /><br />Martine began rolling his eyes back and squeezing his hips with each powerful inward thrust, he did his best to squeeze his anal muscles into a pleasurable massage for his brother. He couldn&rsquo;t help but let out his continued needy moans, his ass making sick wet squelching and frrting noises on account of the rapid expulsion of air thanks to Dorian&rsquo;s frenzied thrusts. <br /><br />The older fox leaned down and squeezed Martine tightly around the midsection, licking the underage boy&rsquo;s ear nice and slow before whispering in a ragged, husky breath punctuated by powerful grunts from his thrusts, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to &ndash; hng &ndash; mark your insides &ndash; hufff &ndash; for my own &ndash; hrnggg &ndash; baby brother...&rdquo; The words sent a chilling pleasure up Martine&rsquo;s spine, something indescribable and orgasmic. Hearing his brother speak that way to him caused his synapses to fire into overload. <br /><br />He slammed his hips back so hard against the next thrust that he nearly took Dorian off balance, bearing down with such pressure and tightness that he might as well be trying to tear Dorian&rsquo;s cock off with his butthole muscles. The older fox cried out and dug his fingers into Martine&rsquo;s belly, biting down on the boy&rsquo;s ear and rocking his hips forward to achieve absolute maximum penetration before he came. Almost without warning. Thick creamy spurts of hot cum rushed into his underage brother&rsquo;s bowels, carried forth by a surge of lust so powerful it almost made Martine melt. <br /><br />Martine wasn&rsquo;t far behind, feeling his brother unloading so deep inside of him, a carnal fantasy he&rsquo;d never expected to explore even in his wildest dreams. Feeling Dorian pulse and throb inside of him as sticky cum painted his guts. Marked by his brother, bred by his guardian. Pure incestual love made real in that passionate sweaty moment. He soared over the edge, the sound of his powerful spurts of cum splattering the bedspread below was loud enough to be heard over the ragged jerky panting they were both experiencing. <br /><br />When the orgasms died down, Martine fell forward and Dorian with him, still buried to the hilt and pulsating inside the underage boy&rsquo;s ass. Arms still clenched around his midsection, he nuzzled into the underage boy&rsquo;s ear and licked again lovingly, reinforcing his actions and words. &ldquo;I really do love you Martine...and now you can feel just how much I love you...&rdquo; He huffed out his hot breath over his brother&rsquo;s ear, tickling the fur and feeling the ear twitch against his face. <br /><br />Martine was speechless and exhausted as his body continued milking his brother&rsquo;s shaft. Even after it was long spent, Martine&rsquo;s body seemed to be begging for more. That was just the nature of his body being used to such long sexual sessions. Still, this one was special.&nbsp;&nbsp;His first time with his older brother, the two of them making love secreted away in the cabin of a ship at sea. It was bliss, pure bliss! <br /><br />The two drifted into pleasant abstract thoughts together, simply enjoying the sensation of their bodies pressed together. Every gentle move would ensure Dorian stayed hard inside of his baby brother, and the heat of their bodies warmed them from the chilly sea air breezing through the windows of the cabin. Everything was calm, everything was right in the world. <br /><br />The reverie was broken by a sudden needy whining coming from the floor next to the bed. The two looked over in unison at the dog, raising their brows and looking from Sparky and back to each other before looking back at the dog. Almost in a sort of cartoon humor kind of way. Sparky was staring directly at the two of them and pacing in place, tail thwipping back and forth as the great dog whined and grumbled. <br /><br />The source of the canine&rsquo;s frustrations was quite evident. Between his legs, his proud sheath had expelled quite an impressive length of turgid dog dick, veined and throbbing. The pointed and tapered canine tip drooled a thick clear substance into a rapidly growing pool between the dog&rsquo;s forelegs as he seemed to be inquiring of the brothers &lsquo;can I join, guys?&rsquo; The two boys shared a very knowing glance before Dorian began to slowly pull himself out of his brother&rsquo;s butthole, leaving a slimy trail of his smegma loaded cum running down his ass crack and onto the underage boy&rsquo;s balls. Together they were going to have quite the adventure, it seemed... </span>",
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