"I'm gonna get another beer, want one?" Roman asked as he and the maned wolf, Felix, lost their current game for the umpteenth time that evening. The fox tossed his controller onto the couch as he got up to head to the kitchen.

	Felix just slumped down into the couch, controller resting in his lap. "Eh, yeah, I guess. Can't make us lose any harder," he muttered.

	Roman was stepping over the large, doberman that was laying on the floor in front of the little mini-fridge in the corner basement living room. "True that."

	The large canine went from half-asleep to all fours with a sudden burst of speed that nearly sent the fox to the floor. "Christ, Shadow, calm down." Roman growled, giving the dobie's butt a gentle swat.

	Felix's head rolled to one side so he could look in their direction. "What, trying to hump your leg again?" the wolf asked.

	"Har har, no. Blake is probably home from work finally," Roman said, pulling out two bottles of beer and popping the caps off before walking back to the couch. Upstairs, the sound of the front door opening and closing was able to be heard. "See?"

	Felix took one of the beers from Roman as the fox flopped back down onto the couch. "Dang, I didn't hear shit."

	"So, it's your fault we're losing to the damn bugs every time?" Roman said, earning a glare from the maned wolf.

	"Maybe it's cause you both suck," Blake growled as he stomped down the stairs into the living room, throwing his bag across the room where it hit Roman in the back of the head, making him spill a little bit of beer onto his shirt.

	"Hey! Watch it, prick," Roman growled back, shooting his older brother an annoyed glare. He grabbed the bag-Blake's gym bag which a flimsy, damp thing-and tossed it towards the laundry room.

	Blake was an all-black fox, whereas Roman was colored in a similar fashion as the lanky, maned wolf on the couch next to him. He was six years older, and taller than Roman by as many inches. "Don't spill any beer on my couch." He said, getting onto the floor near the couch and running his paws all over the happy doberman who was wriggling around with excitement.

	Roman made a face at his brother before putting the beer on the coffee table. "Jerk."

	"How was work?" Felix asked, picking up his controller as Roman started another game.

	"I sent out an email Friday-fucking-morning that we can't reboot the webserver over the weekend otherwise we have to manually go in and power everything off before we can get it back up and running," Blake started.

	Felix tried to pay attention while he and Roman started up another mission together, but he had no clue what the larger fox was talking about. He made non-committal noises at the appropriate times as best he could, though Blake didn't seem to particularly care if they were paying attention.

	"And I didn't get the alarm shut off in time, so I had to talk to the fucking cops for ten minutes-they were nice, at least-before I could start getting the server up and running again. Then the fucker restarted it again! Thinking that that would somehow help things along. This is why I specifically charge more on the weekend to try and discourage shit like this." Most of the anger and frustration had left the fox's voice as he rambled, playing with the doberman that nearly matched him in size.

	"Doesn't sound like it took all that long. What took you so long?" Roman asked, never taking his eyes from the TV as he and his friend played.

	"I went to the gym after and went for a run so I wouldn't feel like burning the place to the ground behind me." Blake pushed himself to his feet and fetched himself two beers from the fridge before settling down on the other side of the L-shaped couch, Shadow hopping up next to him to sprawl out.

	"So now you're sitting your sweaty, nasty ass on the couch?" Roman teased, flicking a glance towards his older brother.

	Blake took a long pull from his bottle, giving Roman the finger. "I'm damp cause I showered at the gym."

	The two had always had a rather adversarial relationship, which was mostly due to Blake's own prickly attitude towards others. Their parents hadn't been the most affectionate, and Blake had actually mellowed out some after he'd moved across the country and away from them. Roman had moved in with Blake the moment he legally could escape their parents, and neither had had any contact with their "family" in at least five years.

	The banter died down as the three got sucked into the game once more, killing the rest of the case of beer that they'd bought the previous night. Blake had taken turns with Roman as they tried to get through the harder missions of their co-op game, though he was arguably the worst of the three thanks to his pathetic alcohol tolerance.

	It was nearly two in the morning when Roman finally had enough and shut the game off. "Fuck, I'm kinda sleepy, and we're making absolute shit for progress at this point."

	Felix was all too happy to call it quits as well and he stretched out on his section of the couch. "Yeah, same. And I think your brother's gone."

	Roman looked over to where Blake-wearing only a black tank top and boxers-was snoring on the end of the couch, slumped low enough that it was a miracle he hadn't slid off the cushion completely. Shadow was on his back, legs up in the air. "Tch, yeah. He had what, four beers? Nothing short of a fucking tornado is going to wake up him at this point."

	"Damn. Should we just leave him, then?" the wolf asked.

	Roman shrugged as he began clearing the bottles from the table. "Not like we could carry him or anything. That's what he gets." An idea popped into his head and his muzzle suddenly quirked into an evil grin. "Ooh, but I wanna fuck with him."

	Felix snorted. "What, going to draw a dick on his face?"

	"Heh, what would even show up on black fur? Nah, here help me roll him over," Roman said.

	"Oh god, what are you going to do." Felix helped roll the unconscious black fox over so that his torso was on the couch, but his knees were on the ground. He was surprised the fox didn't wake up and felt a little bad helping with whatever it was Roman was doing; he didn't know Blake that well.

	"Shadow! C'mere, boy." Roman was grinning as the doberman rolled over and perked up at his name being called. Shadow was almost two years old and had been getting more and more interested in humping everything in sight. Roman had been trying to get Blake to do something about it, but his older brother just kept ignoring him, saying the dog would grow out of it eventually.

	Felix watched dubiously from behind Roman as the orange fox tugged the doberman into place where he wanted. "You can't be serious."

	"No, you perv. Shut up, it'll be funny." Roman helped the confused dog get behind the passed out fox before lifting the dog's front paws and placing them on Blake's back. 

	The dog seemed confused, if not happy to be included in whatever was going on, but his instincts finally kicked in and those front paws hooked around Blake's midsection as he began humping forward against the fox's boxers.

	Felix rolled his eyes and tried not to laugh. "You're so stupid."

	Roman pulled out his phone and began recording the scene while grinning like an idiot. "Hey, I kept telling him to get him trained or something! Maybe this is why he hadn't."

	Shadow was hunched over the sleeping fox, hips jerking back and forth trying to score a goal that was unreachable. The other two canines were laughing and making jokes as the poor dog's attempts were thwarted by the boxers that were in the way. Shadow dismounted, a slimy wet spot evident on the fabric, and a few inches of pink cock hanging free from the doberman's sheath. He shoved his muzzle up under Blake's tail, dampening the wet spot even further.

	"You know, I keep telling him that when he wears black like that it makes him look naked," Roman said, recording the dog's antics. He was about to stop when Shadow did something rather unexpected.

	One of the dog's front paws came up and landed on Blake's butt cheek, digging into the fabric before he pulled down, exposing Blake's ass to the room.

	Roman nearly dropped his phone, and he took a step forward. "Wh-whoa, boy d-" That was all he got out before Shadow reared up and assumed his position again.

	Felix and Roman were stunned, watching as the doberman began humping away like before. "He's... he's not..."

	Shadow's hips suddenly lurched further forward than they had previously, and the sleeping fox let out a grunt of discomfort as the wet sounds of sex filled the room. Felix took a step forward, though he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Roman caught the maned wolf's arm and held him back, eyes still fixed on the scene in front of him, even while his phone kept recording.

	Shadow was making low, dominant growling noises as he thrust into the presumably-once-virgin passage that was now slick with pre. He jackhammered his swelling shaft with desperate speed, finally able to sate the urges he'd been experiencing for months now. Instinct drove him deeper and deeper, forelegs pulling the black fox's hips back to meet his own.

	The conscious pair of canines only stared in a mix of shock, horror, and intrigue. Roman was still holding onto Felix's arm, and the maned wolf licked dry lips before coughing. "Shouldn't we... um. Stop him?"

	Roman blinked a few times, coming out of his reverie and releasing the wolf's arm. "I think we're kind of, uh... past that point now," he said, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He'd always considered himself rather open minded, but part of him was still a little offput by how his own dick throbbed in his shorts at the sight of his older brother getting railed by the large doberman.

	"Past that? Wh-" Felix's eyes widened, and he idly ran a paw down over his shirt and across the front of his shorts, feeling the bulge there where his own knot had chubbed up. "Oh. Do you think he'll..."

	Shadow's hips were slowing down, and he panted happily atop Blake's back, drool hanging down to drip across the back of the fox's shirt. Without much fanfare, the dog dismounted, hiking a leg up and over so he could turn around.

	Roman swallowed hard as he watched the dog turn around so they were butt to butt, the dobie's little nub tail twitching as he unloaded deep within his tied partner. "I guess that answers that."

	Blake was still making unconscious noises of discomfort every now and then, shifting around on the couch. He'd been out for nearly an hour and even though he could generally sleep through anything, this was really testing those limits. The black fox let out a groggy, half-moan of confusion, one of his paws moving to his face.

	The orange fox was still holding his phone in front of him as he watched the train-wreck of a scene play out in front of him. Shadow was trying to pull away, and every tug on his knot pulled another noise from the sleeping fox. 

	Shadow finally pulled hard enough that his engorged knot popped free from the stretched and abused passage with an audible splash of dog cum. Blake's eyes shot open and he let out a yelp of pain. He lurched forward against the couch out of reflex and the dog's cock pulled free of his sore passage with another gush of cum that ran freely down his inner thighs and over his balls. 

	Roman got the entire thing on camera, eyes wide, and cock tenting the front of his shorts rather noticeably. "Oh fuck..."

	Blake was breathing heavily as his brain kicked into overdrive to figure out what had just happened to him. Pain was the first thing he felt, and then a strange wetness all over his legs and thighs. At first, he thought something seriously embarrassing had happened to him, and he slumped to the ground, turning so his back was to the couch. Then he noticed his boxers had been pulled down around his knees. "What's... wh-"

	Blake's eyes flicked up to where his brother was staring in horror at him, camera still recording. His brow furrowed and then he noticed Shadow laying on the ground only a few feet away licking at a rather fat, veined knot jutting up from his scrunched up sheath. Cum was still jetting from the tapered tip, and it didn't take Blake's mind long to put the pieces together. "What the... what the FUCK are you doing?!"

	Both Roman and Felix jumped at the sheer ferocity of the older fox's tone, and Roman fumbled with the camera, dropping it to the carpeted floor. "I, look man, it was supposed to be a joke!"

	The black fox pushed himself to his feet, legs wobbling unsteadily. He nearly tripped as his boxers slid down further, and he kicked them to the side in annoyance. Now upright, even more of the dog's load was trailing down his legs and thighs, easily visible to the two instigators in front of him. To all their surprise, though, Blake's sheath was rather swollen with several inches of the fox's shaft poking free, knot bulging out the black pouch. A thick strand of pre was dangling from the tip, and it hung down to his knees before it snapped and fell to the carpet.

	"A joke?" Blake asked, his voice a chilling whisper that made Felix take a step back.

	"Hey, I wasn't part of this!" the maned wolf said, laughing nervously.

	Blake took a step forward, his eyes alight with a wrath that Roman hadn't ever seen before. "I just thought it would be funny to see the dog hump you! It wasn't supposed to go like that, I swear! It was an accident!" His words tumbled free of his muzzle in one quick jumble, his heart pounding in his chest.

	The black fox lunged forward, and both Felix and Roman yelped, trying to bolt in different directions. Unfortunately for Roman, he had nowhere to go. The coffee table was on one side, Felix was half behind him, cutting off that route of escape, and Shadow was still licking his dick on the other side. Blake's paws latched onto his shirt and a second later he was flying through the air, over the coffee table, and against the couch.

	Roman's head spun and he scrambled to regain his bearings before Blake was atop him again, roughly flipping him over onto his stomach. "H-hey! Wait! Blake, I'm-"

	Blake grabbed the fox's short, black hair and pushed him face first into the couch cushions to shut him up. "Felix, get his phone or you won't survive this either," he snarled. He didn't wait to see if the maned wolf complied, but instead yanked down the back of Roman's shorts, exposing his ass. "Let's see how you like my joke, then."

	Roman flailed helplessly beneath his older brother, legs unable to find any purchase. One of his arms was trapped underneath him, and the other was almost yanked out of its socket as Blake pulled it behind his back to keep him in place. He tried to call out, or apologize, or say anything to try and fix the situation, but Blake was shoving his head so hard into the cushions that his protests came out as muffled screams. 

	Blake held his younger brother in place, climbing fully atop him until he was able to nudge the tip of his dripping dick up under Roman's tail. He didn't waste any time shoving his hips forward, sinking in until his sheath-covered knot was grinding against the sensitive flesh there. It hurt more than he thought he did, and part of him regretted being that rough; who'd have thought not having lube was painful for the one on top, too?

	The younger fox, though, wailed into the couch cushions, trying to crawl away from the sudden intrusion, but held fast by the stronger male. Blake was more of a runner than anything else, but he still had six inches on Roman-and at least that many now in Roman-and the smaller fox had no leverage.

	Blake released the back of Roman's head to reach down between them and unsheathe his knot before it got too much bigger. "Come on, you're not laughing!" he growled, grinding his hips forward so that his knot pressed firmly against the tight ring.

	With his head released, Roman arched his face away from the couch to suck in a shaky breath. Tears were running from the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't bring himself to voice any more protests as he fought to keep from breaking down entirely. He did let out a pained whimper when he felt his brother's knot grinding against his hole and his head swam with all the emotions he was feeling. Pain was at the forefront of everything, but surprisingly, it was mostly from how his arm was twisted up behind him. Sure, the penetration had hurt, but it was more of a dull ache. Terror and embarrassment were still as present as they had been whenever Blake had yelled at him. He was still turned on, too. He'd lost his boner in the flight and subsequent attack, but he couldn't get the image of Shadow pounding away at his older brother out of his head.

	Blake only gave Roman a second to recover before he pulled almost all the way out. He slammed back in, both paws now moving to grip Roman's shoulders. His taunts died on his tongue at how good it felt to be so rough with someone. Fury was starting to be consumed by lust and need, and he put it out of his mind that it was his younger brother that he was fucking. 

	Felix, for his part, had judiciously complied with Blake's order and was now sitting on the other half of the L-shaped couch with Roman's phone recording the whole thing. He'd been dubious of this at first, but hormones won out over fear and common sense, and now the maned wolf was stroking his own cock while watching the brothers go at it, shorts having been kicked off onto the floor.

	Roman was whimpering and whining through his parted muzzle, cheeks wet from crying. The pain wasn't fading as fast as he'd have hoped with how Blake was pounding into him. Stars swam in his vision, but he just kept picturing Shadow atop Blake. Small spikes of pleasure were beginning to break through the fog of pain and his dick began swelling in his sheath again. He never would have imagined getting fucked by anyone, let alone his older brother. He tried not to think about how wrong that was, and instead kept replaying the earlier scenes over and over in his head. Slowly, though, those images changed until he imagined it was him in Blake's place.

	A small moan escaped his lips as one particularly deep jab ground right against his prostate, and he felt his cheeks heat up. He was picturing Shadow on his back, thrusting into him, and despite the sheer wrongness of that thought, he couldn't help but let out another needy groan. How could something hurt and feel good at the same time?

	Blake's rage had died almost completely as he was now solely focused on thrusting into the tight hole beneath him. His knot was battering away at the stretched ring, trying to punch its way through. His balls ached from how they slapped against the younger fox's pair, and he was determined to ram his knot home before he came. He could feel his orgasm rising more quickly than he'd have thought, likely due to the unwanted attention he'd endured earlier. With a final, hard thrust, he ground his knot against the battered entrance before it sank in.

	Roman's own knot had swollen uncomfortably large within his orange sheath, a few inches poking free and wetting down the front of his shorts. When Blake's knot suddenly broke through, he arched his back, almost knocking Blake on the chin with his head. His orgasm crashed over him and despite not being fully hard, and still mostly sheathed, his cock began spitting rope after rope of warm, sticky cum all over the inside of his shorts.

	Felix's body quivered as he squeezed beneath his knot, trying to stave off his climax for a few more seconds, still recording with his free paw. He gritted his teeth, eyes flicking down to where pre was drooling down his knotted length. When he heard Roman cry out again, though, it was too much. Cum splashed right against his cheek and muzzle with the first throb, and the next nearly blinded him. He'd never came that hard on his own before, and when he squeezed down on his knot at the apex of his climax, the next jet left a thick white line along his shirt, the couch next to his head, and the carpet a good couple feet behind him. 

	The black fox was jerking and tugging on his knot, wanting badly to pull free and continue fucking his brother with his engorged knot, but Roman was clenching too tight. The tight passage was squeezing rhythmically on his sensitive flesh, and he leaned down to bite hard on his brother's scruff as he came. He moaned into the mouthful of fur and skin, hips working his knot deeper as he began pumping his load into the smaller fox.

	Cum poured into the unwilling participant, flooding his insides before trying to escape back around the fat knot plugging the hole. Roman felt beyond full with his brother's cock digging into his insides, and every spasm of his own cock made it feel that much larger. He didn't know how big his older brother's cock was-why would he?-but if it were anything like what he'd seen hanging between Shadow's legs, then he was going to be sore for days.

	Blake was sweaty, tired, and panting heavily as he drained his balls deep inside his younger brother. The clarity of having just came was starting to wash over him, and he expected a lot of emotions and regret, but the primary thing he felt was exhaustion. Without the rage to fuel his actions, he just felt like curling up to sleep. He tried to sit up and gave a hard tug on his knot, wincing at the pain and earning a yelp from Roman. "Shit... I can't... can't pull out," he grumbled.

	Roman's breathing had slowed, and he just stared unfocused across the basement, the cushion under his face wet from drool and tears and mucus. He had been ready to sleep even before the entire fiasco. "Maybe... maybe you're just looser than I am," he mumbled, lip curling up at one side. 

	Blake growled and tugged on his knot again, discomfort be damned. "You fucking prick, you deserve everything that I choose to do to you."

	"Ow! Ow! Fine!" Roman squealed, toes curling as he felt Blake's cock shift uncomfortably around inside him. Even that had not felt entirely awful, damn him.

	The older fox relented and collapsed on his brother's back, resigned to having to stay knotted for now. It was then he remembered they weren't alone. He glanced over to where Felix was sitting, phone now in both paws. The red and blue shirt the maned wolf was wearing was liberally drenched in cum, and his impressive length was still knotted and laying against his shirt. "Hey!" he snapped.

	Felix was watching the progress bar on the phone as he sent the video to himself, but Blake's attention nearly made him drop the phone. "H-huh?" He looked up, meeting Blake's piercing gaze, a weary Roman looking vaguely in his direction as well.

	"Delete that video, or you're the next one on camera," Blake snarled half-heartedly, already starting to lose his battle to stay awake.

	The maned wolf looked back at the phone screen that now had the word, "Sent!" next to a green checkmark. "Oh, uh..." he clicked around through the menu and deleted the original video. "Um, done. It's gone."

	Blake grunted in acknowledgement and closed his eyes, trying his best to keep from cuddling his brother from behind like he might someone else. The room drifted into silence for a few seconds before Felix's phone, which was still on the coffee table next to their controllers, buzzed with a received message.