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I wonder what he wants. \n\nA commission for [iconname]Joelfelia[/iconname]. \n\nYou can find more stories like this and more over on my [url=https://www.patreon.com/c/Ralanrwrites]Patreon[/url] and/or [url=https://subscribestar.adult/ralanr]Subscribestar[/url]. Supporters have access to discounts on commissions. \n\nEnjoy!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Joel and Elijah have a surprise guest from a family member. I wonder what he wants.

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Enjoy!", "writing": " College was an opening to many new things. Getting laid with new people, getting drunk, meeting new people of various different backgrounds, getting laid with them, and so forth. It was a place where few, if anyone, knew who you were. Most people saw this as an opportunity to forge new identities for themselves. To try on different masks and see if they fit better. Elijah took to this process well, much better than Joel. \n \n The twins always had a top and bottom thing about them. Elijah was on top, and Joel was his seat. Before college this mostly resulted in Elijah lightly teasing his twin, and Joel never saw them as being that separate. He enjoyed supporting his brother like the stone foundation supports a house. Recently though, Joel was beginning to suspect that their home life had a way of keeping Elijah in line. Without it, the caracal seemed intent on being in charge and humiliating his twin.\n \n Joel would find himself tasked with extra chores or toyed with. Sometimes he had to help/do the final parts of Elijah’s assignments, or just have Elijah copy off of him if they were in the same class. Sometimes he had to get both their lunches because Elijah couldn’t be bothered to wait in line. Even the frat-club parties, where both Elijah and Joel were little more than holes with legs for the bros, had Joel being passed around like a bong while Elijah was treated like a princess. Then there were Elijah’s overnight friends, who’d end up making Joel a bystander, or cuck in some cases, to the show, and a cock cleaner afterwards. \n \n It wasn’t that Joel hated this. Even if he couldn’t get hard anymore from the gelding, Joel enjoyed a little bit of humiliation and harsh treatment. It being all the time was starting to grate on him, which was why he told Elijah to fuck off before their latest Onlyfurs showing.\n \n “Dude, what the hell?” Elijah said. “We’ve got a livestream in five minutes. Get your ass in gear.”\n \n “I’m tired,” Joel said slowly. He’d had little sleep on account of Elijah’s latest visitor last night, and had just finished a big test that morning. These next few hours he needed for naps, not sucking eunuch dick. “Can’t you just do a single show?” He’d suggest in the other room, but Elijah was more likely to kick him out than move to a new room. The beds were more comfortable than the couch.\n \n “You know we’re better as a two cat act,” Elijah said, “Now get up. You can sleep when I sit on your face or something.”\n \n A knock on the door stopped Elijah from pulling the covers off. He sighed, shaking his head hard enough to let his pink headfur fan out. “Not now. I do not need this right now.” His feet stomped with every footfall between the bedroom and the front door, then to the bathroom to get a towel because he was naked. You never knew who was on the other side. \n \n Expecting it to be another one of Elijah’s boytoys, Joel went back to sleep. Then he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in months. A voice that welcomed him in open arms during their last holiday break. A voice that, given the new circumstances of his eunuch lifestyle, shook him to his very core. \n \n “Bro, why are you wearing a towel?” Said Paul, their brother. \n \n Not many people knew this at a glance, but Elijah and Joel were adopted. This tended to shock people upon meeting their adopted parents and older brother. Not that there was anything wrong with adoption and not even because a family with one child decided to adopt a pair of twins, though they made a habit of suggesting that must have been difficult. No, what surprised people when they saw Paul and his parents was that they were horses. \n \n There was no taboo against mixed species families, but there certainly was a precedent to assuming that a child looks like their mother or their father. So the realization always came off as an embarrassing moment for anyone else. This reaction was usually why Elijah and Joel didn’t tell anyone. Not that they were ashamed of their family, far from it. They just didn’t want the label of ‘adopted’ to be the first thing that comes to mind with new people. \n \n That didn’t explain why Paul was here. Parent’s day weekend was this weekend, but he wasn’t supposed to arrive with mom and dad until then. Yet here the stallion was, dressed in his blue and gold letterman’s jacket and in jeans that did little to hide the outline of his crotch. He swaggered in with a big hug over Elijah, who was just as surprised as Joel and did nothing to stop it, patted the caracal on the back, and made his way inside. “Don’t hear the shower running. You forget to turn it on?”\n \n “No…why are you here?” He asked.\n \n Paul shrugged. “My original flight got canceled. Best one I could get on short notice was this early. Figured I’d surprise you all.”\n \n “And the team was ok with that?”\n \n “Dude, it’s off-season. I got plenty of freetime.” Paul’s athletic accomplishments in college got him into minor league baseball. It wasn’t a lot of money, but he had his sights on hitting it big and everyone in the family was supportive. “Coach even told me a week off was better for me. Something about working too hard for the batting machine. But you know how I like hitting balls.”\n \n Without a warning he slammed his fist into Elijah’s crotch. A pastime between brothers. But when Elijah didn’t flinch right away the stallion looked confused. “Well…that ain’t right.”\n \n “Uh…I’ve been training them?” Elijah lied. \n \n Paul glared at him. “Joel, you in here?” \n \n Joel, having gotten up from bed and pulled on some pants, waved from the bedroom door. Paul took Elijah by the ear into the bedroom. There, as if months apart had never happened, the two cats found themselves kneeling before their big brother who took to the nearest chair like a throne.\n \n “So, Joel, what happened?”\n \n Elijah flashed his brother a glare that silently said, “Do not tell him a damn thing.” Joel, and Elijah for that matter, knew that was pointless. When it came to dominance, their big brother reigned supreme. It was why they never had any issues with any of the bigger frat boys fitting.\n \n So Joel explained everything. From the Onlyfurs, the fraternity hazing and joining and playtoys for members, the nights of heavy degradation and use, and the castration they both went through, adding for emphasis that he didn’t particularly mind not being able to get erect anymore. Paul listened with his fingers tented throughout it all, idly eyeing Elijah whenever Joel mentioned it was Elijah’s idea. His twin didn’t try to defend himself. Everyone knew that if Elijah said jump, Joel wouldn’t even ask how high. \n \n “I knew about the Onlyfurs,” Paul said, leaning back into the chair, “Hell, I was supporting you guys on it. The frat? Honestly, I got no issue with that. People get laid in college, that isn’t my problem. If anything, it’s good you guys found people to keep yourselves occupied when bored.”\n \n He put his hoof down, “However, there’s someone you forgot to ask when it came to the state of your balls. Me.”\n \n The twins gulped. Paul wasn’t so much a bully as he was their…dominant behind closed doors. And, like many dominants, he had special preferences. In private he said the reason he did so good in baseball was because he imagined every ball sent his way was someone’s testicle waiting to get beaten. Both Elijah and Joel had spent countless times at the mercy of their big brother’s Cock-and-ball desires. In private, they belonged to the stallion.\n \n “I-I can explain,” stuttered Elijah, “I wasn’t thinking about–”\n \n “Yeah, I got that,” Paul snapped, “You weren’t thinking about whose balls those were. No, you let a little power go to your head and suddenly you’ve not only taken your balls, but your brother’s. When was this? I haven’t been following your feed for a bit because of practice.”\n \n “Last month,” Joel said.\n \n Paul’s nostrils flared. “Last month? And you’ve told me nothing? Were you hoping I’d never find out?” Joel figured that was the case from how Elijah glanced away. The stallion scoffed, “Typical. I knew Elijah would let the power get to his head but I convinced myself nothing either of you could do to one another was that bad. Now I’m learning my two favorite bitches are ballless. Fucking eunuchs. Goddamn it.”\n \n Elijah raised a finger to argue something. “Sit back down and shut the fuck up,” Paul said, shooting his thought out of the sky with an artillery cannon. “I need to think of a proper punishment game for the lot of you. It’s hard since my favorite targets are gone, probably in some ditch somewhere.” \n \n He casually pulled his cock out while in thought. Knowing what he wanted, both twins crawled under the shadow of the equine phallus. Starting from his hefty sack they worked their way up the shaft with a collection of kisses and tongue work.\n \n It’d be easy to say Elijah put in more effort than usual to lessen his punishment, but that would imply that Elijah didn’t drool at the sight of his brother’s horsecock. Joel knew, as did Paul, that for all Elijah’s dominant desires, he was still a bottom. A sub that liked to be taken by the hair and fucked hard. He wanted to be used up like a condom, stretched to breaking. Most, if not all of his tactics for dominance were just projection for what he wanted onto himself. All that differed between him and Joel was a sense of shame that he was just that. A bottom bitch slut who wanted nothing else felt small and pathetic for Elijah. Yet this shell cracked when the brothers shared a dick. Breaking away as their tongues touched with the thick rod in between. \n \n Paul grinned as an idea formed. “Ok, I got your punishment figured out. But first,” he clasped both brothers by their scalp, “We’ll finish this. Can’t walk around with an erection.”\n \n ***\n \n The Barrens wasn’t the official name of the public park, but everyone called it that because that’s how it felt. It was barren of decency. Trashcans overflowed with garbage emptied only once in a blue moon and the grounds were littered with empty beer cans or used condoms. No needles though, which Joel found interesting the first time he came. \n \n It had a reputation that kept it this filthy, one that Joel and Elijah had to see for themselves in their first week of college. Rumor had it that if you wanted public sex, you’ll find it in the Barrens. Either from roving gangs of college guys following the rumor, homeless folks, or the occasional prostitute making their rounds, one could get laid if they didn’t mind the disgusting atmosphere. Joel and Elijah did, figuring that OnlyFurs or the frats were cleaner alternatives. Getting assfucked on the grass was only so appealing, less so with cigarette butts and beer bottles. \n \n Paul clicked his tongue. “Keep up. Or I’ll make you both go for a jog.” \n \n The twin leashes were pulled taut but the brothers still struggled to move. Even with the extra padding on their knees and elbows, neither were accustomed to walking on all fours like a feral animal. Add the fact that they were naked and their concerns were muffled by open mouth muzzle gags, and the twins weren’t eager to follow their brother deeper into the Barrens. Paul didn’t give them much of an option. It was a punishment game after all, and without their balls he needed to get creative. \n \n “You know, I’m almost proud of all the fans you two have,” Paul said, smiling behind his mask. “When I started following you had barely ten. Now in the thousands? I’m impressed. I bet plenty are local, so that little message about how you’ll be making up for that streaming fail will surely catch a lot of noise.”\n \n Elijah peaked up with concern of that. He hobbled along as quickly as he could, about an eighth faster than he was already moving. Paul didn’t ease up on the leashes regardless, and his loud whistling did little to hinder concerns. Joel, however, was sure his brother wouldn’t let anything that bad happen to them. After all, he never popped their nuts despite always teasing the idea.\n \n Seeing a concrete bathroom, Elijah tried signaling he needed to pee. Paul caught on quick but didn’t stop for them. “Just raise your leg, bro,” he teased, “Like a proper bitch. Bathrooms are for people.”\n \n Elijah tried to rebel against that for all of five seconds. Afterwards he took to the grass once led there, raised his leg, and relieved himself. The best part about seeing it was how obviously hard the caracal was, making his stream come out in spurts as he tried relaxing himself to let the urine free. \n \n That’s when they heard the whistling. The twin’s ears raised in alert. Paul turned his head to see a gaggle of frat bros making their way over, hollering and whistling at the familiar caracals. Some stared at Paul with hostility at the unfamiliar stallion. The twins were, after all, frat property. In their eyes this was some random stranger treating their bitches like, well, bitches. Only they got to do that. Joel tried to explain, but the muzzle gag made it impossible. \n \n “Who are you?” One of the frat bros asked, “You’re not an alumni.”\n \n “Shit, you guys actually know what they all look like?” Paul grinned behind his mask, then raised a hand when one of them looked aggressive. “Relax. I’m their brother.”\n \n More than a few frat bros did a double take. “Uh…you’re not a cat.”\n \n “An astute observation there. You must be the upcoming valedictorian.” He held both hands out when the frat bros took offense. “They’re my adopted brothers, guys. Well, adopted bitches, but they’ve always been like that. Don’t tell me you guys thought you domesticated them.”\n \n “Then what are you doing out here? Wait, are you responsible for the skipped stream?” \n Paul laughed, “You got me there. Gave my bros a surprise visit. As for the stream, well, this is a punishment game.” The stallion stepped behind both caracals and pulled them to a begging position by their headfur. “See, my brother’s balls belong to me. But Elijah,” he shook Joel’s head, “had the bright idea to castrate not just himself, but his brother, Joel,” he shook Elijah’s head. Elijah looked confused. Joel understood where his brother was going and stayed silent. “Since turning those blue and purple is my normal punishment for them, I decided to try something different. But I get the feeling you guys don’t care and just want to have some fun. From what they told me, Joel’s the usual village whore, so why don’t you guys have fun with him while I have some private words with Elijah.”\n \n He pushed forward Elijah under the context that he was Joel. Joel, pretending to be Elijah, did nothing to save his brother from mistaken identity as the frat bros decided to enjoy themselves. \n \n There were five frat bros in total. More than enough to hoist Elijah up and ignore his flailing. “Jeez, Joel, relax,” one said, grabbing Elijah’s open maw and spitting inside. “Don’t be such a whiny bitch. Everyone knows you like the attention.”\n \n Paul took Joel to a nearby bench, propping him to kneel and watch as the quint of college bros took their turns with Elijah. They did rock-paper-scissors for who got first dips on his ass, with the winner being the rhino of the group who’d put Paul’s size to shame. Runner up took his mouth first, silencing his muffled protests with wet garbled grunts with a cock burying itself down his throat. Joel knew the fraternity liked to use their bottom bitches like masturbation sleeves, with the bare minimum of prep if any used to make them slip in easier. Elijah, being a little higher up in the bitch hierarchy, probably had a little more care into how people used him.\n \n Paul wanted to remind him what, in the grand scheme of things, he was. Another hole, and a proud one at that.\n \n “Hey,” Paul pulled Joel closer, turning the caracal around to see his brother’s hefty horsecock free from his jeans, “Don’t focus on your brother, Elijah. Not when I’m worth much more of your time.”\n \n The hands of a homestar running guided his eunuch brother along his baseball bat of a cock. Joel’s tongue slathered the shaft, tasting every inch whilst never breaking eye contact. His twin’s grunts and wines behind him awakened something he never expected. Joy in Elijah’s comeuppance. He didn’t give away the game when Paul unlocked his muzzle to let his mouth widen for his brother’s girth. \n \n By two hands digging rivets into his skull, Joel was forced down Paul’s cock. His eyes watered and he gagged, but everyone knew he’d never say no. Never pull away when he was too cockdrunk. \n \n Paul knew this. He’d seen those glazed eyes countless of times and knew just how to indulge who they belonged to. Like a masturbation sleeve, her bobbed Joel up and down his cock. “Little faggot,” he whispered, teasing his adoptive’s brother’s preference with a playful grin. “Cockholster.”\n \n Joel gasped for air when pulled away and was immediately bludgeoned by the saliva drenched cock of his brother. His face was matted wet with tears and saliva, smiling for what came next. Paul hoisted him up and impaled him ass first on his cock without warning, thrusting his hips to make the pup geared caracal bounce. The frat bros hollered and cheered between Elijah’s muffled grunts and groans and the wet slaps of hard thrusts filling inside him.\n \n Paul wrapped his hand around the sole soft cock dangling from Joel’s crouch. He tugged his brother’s dick, smiling with the whimper. “I’m getting you both some back balls for Christmas,” he whispered, fiercely kissing Joel with tongue. “And you both better wear them when I’m visiting.”\n \n “Yes, sir,” Joel stammered out.\n \n “Yes, bro,” Paul corrected.\n \n Joel smiled in euphoria, “Yes…bro….”\n \n \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "       College was an opening to many new things. Getting laid with new people, getting drunk, meeting new people of various different backgrounds, getting laid with them, and so forth. It was a place where few, if anyone, knew who you were. Most people saw this as an opportunity to forge new identities for themselves. To try on different masks and see if they fit better. Elijah took to this process well, much better than Joel.
      
       The twins always had a top and bottom thing about them. Elijah was on top, and Joel was his seat. Before college this mostly resulted in Elijah lightly teasing his twin, and Joel never saw them as being that separate. He enjoyed supporting his brother like the stone foundation supports a house. Recently though, Joel was beginning to suspect that their home life had a way of keeping Elijah in line. Without it, the caracal seemed intent on being in charge and humiliating his twin.
      
       Joel would find himself tasked with extra chores or toyed with. Sometimes he had to help/do the final parts of Elijah’s assignments, or just have Elijah copy off of him if they were in the same class. Sometimes he had to get both their lunches because Elijah couldn’t be bothered to wait in line. Even the frat-club parties, where both Elijah and Joel were little more than holes with legs for the bros, had Joel being passed around like a bong while Elijah was treated like a princess. Then there were Elijah’s overnight friends, who’d end up making Joel a bystander, or cuck in some cases, to the show, and a cock cleaner afterwards.
      
       It wasn’t that Joel hated this. Even if he couldn’t get hard anymore from the gelding, Joel enjoyed a little bit of humiliation and harsh treatment. It being all the time was starting to grate on him, which was why he told Elijah to fuck off before their latest Onlyfurs showing.
      
       “Dude, what the hell?” Elijah said. “We’ve got a livestream in five minutes. Get your ass in gear.”
      
       “I’m tired,” Joel said slowly. He’d had little sleep on account of Elijah’s latest visitor last night, and had just finished a big test that morning. These next few hours he needed for naps, not sucking eunuch dick. “Can’t you just do a single show?” He’d suggest in the other room, but Elijah was more likely to kick him out than move to a new room. The beds were more comfortable than the couch.
      
       “You know we’re better as a two cat act,” Elijah said, “Now get up. You can sleep when I sit on your face or something.”
      
       A knock on the door stopped Elijah from pulling the covers off. He sighed, shaking his head hard enough to let his pink headfur fan out. “Not now. I do not need this right now.” His feet stomped with every footfall between the bedroom and the front door, then to the bathroom to get a towel because he was naked. You never knew who was on the other side.
      
       Expecting it to be another one of Elijah’s boytoys, Joel went back to sleep. Then he heard a voice he hadn’t heard in months. A voice that welcomed him in open arms during their last holiday break. A voice that, given the new circumstances of his eunuch lifestyle, shook him to his very core.
      
       “Bro, why are you wearing a towel?” Said Paul, their brother.
      
       Not many people knew this at a glance, but Elijah and Joel were adopted. This tended to shock people upon meeting their adopted parents and older brother. Not that there was anything wrong with adoption and not even because a family with one child decided to adopt a pair of twins, though they made a habit of suggesting that must have been difficult. No, what surprised people when they saw Paul and his parents was that they were horses.
      
       There was no taboo against mixed species families, but there certainly was a precedent to assuming that a child looks like their mother or their father. So the realization always came off as an embarrassing moment for anyone else. This reaction was usually why Elijah and Joel didn’t tell anyone. Not that they were ashamed of their family, far from it. They just didn’t want the label of ‘adopted’ to be the first thing that comes to mind with new people.
      
       That didn’t explain why Paul was here. Parent’s day weekend was this weekend, but he wasn’t supposed to arrive with mom and dad until then. Yet here the stallion was, dressed in his blue and gold letterman’s jacket and in jeans that did little to hide the outline of his crotch. He swaggered in with a big hug over Elijah, who was just as surprised as Joel and did nothing to stop it, patted the caracal on the back, and made his way inside. “Don’t hear the shower running. You forget to turn it on?”
      
       “No…why are you here?” He asked.
      
       Paul shrugged. “My original flight got canceled. Best one I could get on short notice was this early. Figured I’d surprise you all.”
      
       “And the team was ok with that?”
      
       “Dude, it’s off-season. I got plenty of freetime.” Paul’s athletic accomplishments in college got him into minor league baseball. It wasn’t a lot of money, but he had his sights on hitting it big and everyone in the family was supportive. “Coach even told me a week off was better for me. Something about working too hard for the batting machine. But you know how I like hitting balls.”
      
       Without a warning he slammed his fist into Elijah’s crotch. A pastime between brothers. But when Elijah didn’t flinch right away the stallion looked confused. “Well…that ain’t right.”
      
       “Uh…I’ve been training them?” Elijah lied.
      
       Paul glared at him. “Joel, you in here?”
      
       Joel, having gotten up from bed and pulled on some pants, waved from the bedroom door. Paul took Elijah by the ear into the bedroom. There, as if months apart had never happened, the two cats found themselves kneeling before their big brother who took to the nearest chair like a throne.
      
       “So, Joel, what happened?”
      
       Elijah flashed his brother a glare that silently said, “Do not tell him a damn thing.” Joel, and Elijah for that matter, knew that was pointless. When it came to dominance, their big brother reigned supreme. It was why they never had any issues with any of the bigger frat boys fitting.
      
       So Joel explained everything. From the Onlyfurs, the fraternity hazing and joining and playtoys for members, the nights of heavy degradation and use, and the castration they both went through, adding for emphasis that he didn’t particularly mind not being able to get erect anymore. Paul listened with his fingers tented throughout it all, idly eyeing Elijah whenever Joel mentioned it was Elijah’s idea. His twin didn’t try to defend himself. Everyone knew that if Elijah said jump, Joel wouldn’t even ask how high.
      
       “I knew about the Onlyfurs,” Paul said, leaning back into the chair, “Hell, I was supporting you guys on it. The frat? Honestly, I got no issue with that. People get laid in college, that isn’t my problem. If anything, it’s good you guys found people to keep yourselves occupied when bored.”
      
       He put his hoof down, “However, there’s someone you forgot to ask when it came to the state of your balls. Me.”
      
       The twins gulped. Paul wasn’t so much a bully as he was their…dominant behind closed doors. And, like many dominants, he had special preferences. In private he said the reason he did so good in baseball was because he imagined every ball sent his way was someone’s testicle waiting to get beaten. Both Elijah and Joel had spent countless times at the mercy of their big brother’s Cock-and-ball desires. In private, they belonged to the stallion.
      
       “I-I can explain,” stuttered Elijah, “I wasn’t thinking about–”
      
       “Yeah, I got that,” Paul snapped, “You weren’t thinking about whose balls those were. No, you let a little power go to your head and suddenly you’ve not only taken your balls, but your brother’s. When was this? I haven’t been following your feed for a bit because of practice.”
      
       “Last month,” Joel said.
      
       Paul’s nostrils flared. “Last month? And you’ve told me nothing? Were you hoping I’d never find out?” Joel figured that was the case from how Elijah glanced away. The stallion scoffed, “Typical. I knew Elijah would let the power get to his head but I convinced myself nothing either of you could do to one another was that bad. Now I’m learning my two favorite bitches are ballless. Fucking eunuchs. Goddamn it.”
      
       Elijah raised a finger to argue something. “Sit back down and shut the fuck up,” Paul said, shooting his thought out of the sky with an artillery cannon. “I need to think of a proper punishment game for the lot of you. It’s hard since my favorite targets are gone, probably in some ditch somewhere.”
      
       He casually pulled his cock out while in thought. Knowing what he wanted, both twins crawled under the shadow of the equine phallus. Starting from his hefty sack they worked their way up the shaft with a collection of kisses and tongue work.
      
       It’d be easy to say Elijah put in more effort than usual to lessen his punishment, but that would imply that Elijah didn’t drool at the sight of his brother’s horsecock. Joel knew, as did Paul, that for all Elijah’s dominant desires, he was still a bottom. A sub that liked to be taken by the hair and fucked hard. He wanted to be used up like a condom, stretched to breaking. Most, if not all of his tactics for dominance were just projection for what he wanted onto himself. All that differed between him and Joel was a sense of shame that he was just that. A bottom bitch slut who wanted nothing else felt small and pathetic for Elijah. Yet this shell cracked when the brothers shared a dick. Breaking away as their tongues touched with the thick rod in between.
      
       Paul grinned as an idea formed. “Ok, I got your punishment figured out. But first,” he clasped both brothers by their scalp, “We’ll finish this. Can’t walk around with an erection.”
      
       ***
      
       The Barrens wasn’t the official name of the public park, but everyone called it that because that’s how it felt. It was barren of decency. Trashcans overflowed with garbage emptied only once in a blue moon and the grounds were littered with empty beer cans or used condoms. No needles though, which Joel found interesting the first time he came.
      
       It had a reputation that kept it this filthy, one that Joel and Elijah had to see for themselves in their first week of college. Rumor had it that if you wanted public sex, you’ll find it in the Barrens. Either from roving gangs of college guys following the rumor, homeless folks, or the occasional prostitute making their rounds, one could get laid if they didn’t mind the disgusting atmosphere. Joel and Elijah did, figuring that OnlyFurs or the frats were cleaner alternatives. Getting assfucked on the grass was only so appealing, less so with cigarette butts and beer bottles.
      
       Paul clicked his tongue. “Keep up. Or I’ll make you both go for a jog.”
      
       The twin leashes were pulled taut but the brothers still struggled to move. Even with the extra padding on their knees and elbows, neither were accustomed to walking on all fours like a feral animal. Add the fact that they were naked and their concerns were muffled by open mouth muzzle gags, and the twins weren’t eager to follow their brother deeper into the Barrens. Paul didn’t give them much of an option. It was a punishment game after all, and without their balls he needed to get creative.
      
       “You know, I’m almost proud of all the fans you two have,” Paul said, smiling behind his mask. “When I started following you had barely ten. Now in the thousands? I’m impressed. I bet plenty are local, so that little message about how you’ll be making up for that streaming fail will surely catch a lot of noise.”
      
       Elijah peaked up with concern of that. He hobbled along as quickly as he could, about an eighth faster than he was already moving. Paul didn’t ease up on the leashes regardless, and his loud whistling did little to hinder concerns. Joel, however, was sure his brother wouldn’t let anything that bad happen to them. After all, he never popped their nuts despite always teasing the idea.
      
       Seeing a concrete bathroom, Elijah tried signaling he needed to pee. Paul caught on quick but didn’t stop for them. “Just raise your leg, bro,” he teased, “Like a proper bitch. Bathrooms are for people.”
      
       Elijah tried to rebel against that for all of five seconds. Afterwards he took to the grass once led there, raised his leg, and relieved himself. The best part about seeing it was how obviously hard the caracal was, making his stream come out in spurts as he tried relaxing himself to let the urine free.
      
       That’s when they heard the whistling. The twin’s ears raised in alert. Paul turned his head to see a gaggle of frat bros making their way over, hollering and whistling at the familiar caracals. Some stared at Paul with hostility at the unfamiliar stallion. The twins were, after all, frat property. In their eyes this was some random stranger treating their bitches like, well, bitches. Only they got to do that. Joel tried to explain, but the muzzle gag made it impossible.
      
       “Who are you?” One of the frat bros asked, “You’re not an alumni.”
      
       “Shit, you guys actually know what they all look like?” Paul grinned behind his mask, then raised a hand when one of them looked aggressive. “Relax. I’m their brother.”
      
       More than a few frat bros did a double take. “Uh…you’re not a cat.”
      
       “An astute observation there. You must be the upcoming valedictorian.” He held both hands out when the frat bros took offense. “They’re my adopted brothers, guys. Well, adopted bitches, but they’ve always been like that. Don’t tell me you guys thought you domesticated them.”
      
       “Then what are you doing out here? Wait, are you responsible for the skipped stream?”
       Paul laughed, “You got me there. Gave my bros a surprise visit. As for the stream, well, this is a punishment game.” The stallion stepped behind both caracals and pulled them to a begging position by their headfur. “See, my brother’s balls belong to me. But Elijah,” he shook Joel’s head, “had the bright idea to castrate not just himself, but his brother, Joel,” he shook Elijah’s head. Elijah looked confused. Joel understood where his brother was going and stayed silent. “Since turning those blue and purple is my normal punishment for them, I decided to try something different. But I get the feeling you guys don’t care and just want to have some fun. From what they told me, Joel’s the usual village whore, so why don’t you guys have fun with him while I have some private words with Elijah.”
      
       He pushed forward Elijah under the context that he was Joel. Joel, pretending to be Elijah, did nothing to save his brother from mistaken identity as the frat bros decided to enjoy themselves.
      
       There were five frat bros in total. More than enough to hoist Elijah up and ignore his flailing. “Jeez, Joel, relax,” one said, grabbing Elijah’s open maw and spitting inside. “Don’t be such a whiny bitch. Everyone knows you like the attention.”
      
       Paul took Joel to a nearby bench, propping him to kneel and watch as the quint of college bros took their turns with Elijah. They did rock-paper-scissors for who got first dips on his ass, with the winner being the rhino of the group who’d put Paul’s size to shame. Runner up took his mouth first, silencing his muffled protests with wet garbled grunts with a cock burying itself down his throat. Joel knew the fraternity liked to use their bottom bitches like masturbation sleeves, with the bare minimum of prep if any used to make them slip in easier. Elijah, being a little higher up in the bitch hierarchy, probably had a little more care into how people used him.
      
       Paul wanted to remind him what, in the grand scheme of things, he was. Another hole, and a proud one at that.
      
       “Hey,” Paul pulled Joel closer, turning the caracal around to see his brother’s hefty horsecock free from his jeans, “Don’t focus on your brother, Elijah. Not when I’m worth much more of your time.”
      
       The hands of a homestar running guided his eunuch brother along his baseball bat of a cock. Joel’s tongue slathered the shaft, tasting every inch whilst never breaking eye contact. His twin’s grunts and wines behind him awakened something he never expected. Joy in Elijah’s comeuppance. He didn’t give away the game when Paul unlocked his muzzle to let his mouth widen for his brother’s girth.
      
       By two hands digging rivets into his skull, Joel was forced down Paul’s cock. His eyes watered and he gagged, but everyone knew he’d never say no. Never pull away when he was too cockdrunk.
      
        Paul knew this. He’d seen those glazed eyes countless of times and knew just how to indulge who they belonged to. Like a masturbation sleeve, her bobbed Joel up and down his cock. “Little faggot,” he whispered, teasing his adoptive’s brother’s preference with a playful grin. “Cockholster.”
      
       Joel gasped for air when pulled away and was immediately bludgeoned by the saliva drenched cock of his brother. His face was matted wet with tears and saliva, smiling for what came next. Paul hoisted him up and impaled him ass first on his cock without warning, thrusting his hips to make the pup geared caracal bounce. The frat bros hollered and cheered between Elijah’s muffled grunts and groans and the wet slaps of hard thrusts filling inside him.
      
       Paul wrapped his hand around the sole soft cock dangling from Joel’s crouch. He tugged his brother’s dick, smiling with the whimper. “I’m getting you both some back balls for Christmas,” he whispered, fiercely kissing Joel with tongue. “And you both better wear them when I’m visiting.”
      
       “Yes, sir,” Joel stammered out.
      
       “Yes, bro,” Paul corrected.
      
       Joel smiled in euphoria, “Yes…bro….”
      
      

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