Sean pushed the clothes around a fourth time before just pulling them from the drawer. He tosses them on the bed, feeling around the base of the drawer in the dark of his room. The dog huffs to himself, panic blossoming in his chest. The toy he was looking for had been there before he’d gone to school today. He twists around to look through the pile now on his bed, hoping no one else here had found it. 
	If his parents found out about it, that meant an awkward talk at the least. And the jokes. They hadn’t forgotten the one time he’d peed his pants during a baseball game back in the sixth grade. He hadn’t realized he’d needed to use the restroom until just before he was up to bat. When he’d slid into home ten minutes later, their was a trail of dust clinging to his leg, slowly becoming mud. Now any time he got excited for anything, they’d remind him not to piss himself. And his little brother Ian would join in, too. It had been five years and they’d never let up. If they knew he had a pocket pussy, who knows how long he’d be made to feel ashamed of it.
	It was gone. He stands in his boxers, tail stiff behind him. He had one damn thing he wanted to do between finishing the whole weekends worth of homework and going to bed and that was get himself off. Now that plan would be ruined, replaced by the nauseating worry of all the stupid shit his parents would say to him in the morning. Where was the karma? He flops down on the mattress in the corner of his room, pushing the clothes aside. Laying in the semi-darkness, the only light in his room coming from the lamp on top of his dresser, he grumbles to himself. 
	But if they’d found it, he’d probably have heard from them by now. He couldn’t imagine his mom somehow not wanting to embarrass him at any opportunity, nor his dad having the respect not to text him a picture of it with some lame joke about not being able to get a real girl or something. Which left only a single culprit for who may have moved it. 
	Ian had been becoming more and more of a pain, lately. Hardly a day went by without something disappearing from somewhere. It had started with the snacks Sean had bought for himself being taken from the kitchen. The wrappers had been found in Ian’s room, not that anything had been done about that. When the puppy had failed to get in trouble for that he’d moved on to “borrowing” Sean’s games nearly every day. And now, he was rooting through his drawers. Sean felt his forehead crumple as he grit his teeth in irritation. What would Ian do with something like that if he didn’t bring it somewhere their parents had seen it? A nine-year-old wouldn’t have any idea what a pussy looked like, much less one cast in green silicone. Hell, he might have just thought it was a flashlight if he didn’t take the cap off.
	On the bedside table, the alarm clock showed 1:36 AM. Dad would be in his bedroom downstairs, waiting for Mom to wake him up when she got home in a few hours. Which meant there was a chance he could sneak across the house and look for it if he were careful. He slides off the bed, tired from his long day and straightens himself into a standing position. There wasn’t any real need to get dressed beyond what he was wearing already. The men in this house could sleep through the train running through their neighborhood, they weren’t going to be woken up by his steps. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to be careful. He shuts off the light to give himself a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the dark before heading out. Just because noise probably wouldn’t do anything doesn’t mean light wouldn’t either.
	He slips into the hallway, and immediately notices the light leaking through the cracked doorway at the end of the hall. It’s a sterile, bright white, the kind that let him know with little doubt what it had come from. Ian had taken his mom’s laptop to bed with him again. It wasn’t unusual to find the boy having passed out watching a video, headphones still softly playing the noises of whatever video game his favorite streamer had last played. Especially on the weekends. Sean was grateful for that in this moment. It meant he didn’t have to be quite so careful hunting through the toys that would be scattered over the cub’s floor.
	Careful steps carry him through the dark hallway and past the bathroom between their rooms, and pauses in his tracks at the sound of a giggle coming from his little brother’s door. Sean purses his lips, looking at it. Of course he was still awake. If no one was watching him, he didn’t bother having respect for anything. A brief sense of gratitude that the college he was going to was out of state washes through him. With how hands off their parents were, Ian was going to be a terror as a teenager. He sneaks closer, peering into the room through the cracked doorway.
	The laptop was set up on his bed, angled toward the center of the room where his brother was standing. The little Rhodesian Ridgeback stood tall, bouncing on his heels, tail whipping back and forth, as he watched the screen.  He was in one of Sean’s old t-shirts, one several sizes too large for the boy, with his bare legs sticking out from underneath. And in his hand was the fleshlight, poised inches from his face. There was no way his sensitive canine nose didn’t smell the plastic-y scent even if the cap was on top. Or worse, considering how careless Sean had been when he had to clean the thing. 
	The little pup doesn’t seem to notice his older brother peering through the door frame. He stares intently at the screen, waiting for some cue or another. Sean watches his brother, curious as to what exactly he was doing. And the answer that comes brings a wide grin to Sean’s muzzle. A barely audible tune starts to play from the laptop. It’s quiet, not meant to disturb anyone else in the house. Ian watches the screen, singing into the sex toy and swaying his hips completely out of tune with the song. 
	“Who knew you could see right through? Oh yeah, you know how to make me move.” 
	The words barely reach Sean’s ears as he holds his muzzle shut to stifle his laughter. He remembered well the music videos that Ian was emulating. An otter woman was dancing for her boyfriend doing a routine that started in a trench coat and ended with her in booty shorts and a bustier. 
	His little brother’s little dance grows more elaborate as the music picks up. Ian’s empty hand reaches out to the screen, giving it a playful batting motion, before returning to rub over his chest. It runs down to the base of the shirt, flattening it against his body. The arched back turns into a full body roll soon after, the little pup quickly lifting the shirt to reveal a jockstrap underneath. And the years of little league had done little to curb the growth of the pup’s cute behind. Even in the half-light made by the screen, Sean could see the generous curves of his brother’s bubble butt, emphasized by the straps pushing against them from underneath. The red-blonde of the fur was barely visible, the white sheen of light bouncing from the screen contrasting heavily with the grey shadows behind him. When that shirt falls, it catches the base of the cub’s tail, leaving the behind mostly exposed. 
	Sean has to turn away at that point, leaning against the wall next to the door. His heart has leapt into his chest. His hand covering his mouth is joined by another as he struggles to stifle his laughter. The image of that behind fills his head, along with thoughts of unleashing his own little jokes on his brother. How would he react if Sean just burst in and started dancing alongside him? The thought of him falling over in surprise, those cute little buns in the air warms his gut.
	The feeling of his cock emerging from his sheath fails to distract Sean as he continues to watch his brother dance with the woman on the screen. Peering again through the door, the shirt is being pulled over the puppy’s head, showing more of the red-blonde fur and the small muscles of the cub giving it shape. It’s thrown over to the side theatrically as he gets more into his dance. Ian tries to roll his thin hips, but instead rocks his whole body. Those soft cheeks then push out as he mimics the otter leaning over her boyfriend and the puppy’s tail wags above them. Playfully, he half turns away to mimic how the camera moves around the singer, the empty hand now gently smacking himself on the behind. It jiggles slightly, earning a little jump the tent in his boxers. 
	Absentmindedly, Sean reaches down to adjust himself. He reaches two fingers into his sheath, pulling the full length free. It was half hard, the knot little more than a pair of bumps barely visible on the thing. He tugs it through the hole in the front of his boxers and shivers with it’s exposure to the warm air of the house. It was exquisite, watching the puppy turn back to the screen so that he could try to drop it for some imaginary man. Those legs spread out wide, pushing his cheeks around for the dog watching through the doorway. The elder dog’s hand pulls on his cock, barely thought of as he leans into the door frame to get a better view. 
	The dance continues with the little puppy emulating what moves he can from the video without a pole to dance around. The little puppy’s body is put to astounding display by his sloppy motions, leaning far enough to show off exactly his supple form can bend. His legs spread wide as he bends forward to touch the ground.giving Sean a view of the tight little hole between those cheeks. He even reaches a hand behind himself to slide a finger down his crack, drawing attention to that pert ass. Beyond the cub’s body, Sean finds himself watching the cute way his ears wave when he bobs his head, and listening to the little bit of joy in his voice when the song returns to the chorus, presumably because  Ian actually knows all the words to it. 
	And when Ian does a spin, twirling on the spot, he falls out of whatever lofty imaginary space he was dancing in. He halts suddenly, throwing himself off-balance and twisting himself around to stare at the smiling face of Sean looking through the door. The once-lively puppy’s face immediately drops, the smile melting into abject horror. For a few seconds, the puppy stands, speechless, in his jockstrap. He looks around his room, unsure, before trying to cover himself with his hands, the rather large green toy doing more work than either of them. 
	 Sean grins wider, heart racing. There was a choice to make here, and a lot of different actions he could potentially take. Unfortunately for Ian, the blood in Sean’s body had very little interest in his head at the moment.
	Sean pushes the door wide, striding in like it was his own space. The light that he’s flipped on makes Ian wince before he notices his older brother’s state of dress. Among the handful of toys still scattering the floor, the muscular dog stands tall. Years of training his strength and endurance had defined his form, giving him the strong arms that he now crossed in front of his powerful chest. Poking out of his boxers is, from sheath to tip, just over a foot of thick cock. It had set most of the girls he’d tried to date running or they’d placate him with blowjobs that never took more than half of it. Even the toy still in Ian’s hands never took the whole thing. 
	“Uh um uum uhhhh…” the puppy stammers, seeing Sean enter his room. His eyes bounce between the thick cock and the wicked glare of the bigger dog, clearly confused. But he draws himself up even while he backs away, and says in a loud voice, “Get out!”
	Sean takes a few more steps into the room, still trying not to laugh. He shushes the cub, and stage whispers “You took my toy.” The puppy backs away, but Sean follows. When the pair come to a stop, Ian is leaning backwards over his bed with the bigger dog’s cock poking him in the stomach just below his chest. A drop of the precum that had coated most of that dick dangled from the tip, connecting with the thinner tummy fur of the smaller dog. Sean continues, “I want an apology.”
	The pup, still squared up, smacks the dick. It’s not that hard, just meant to get the leaking appendage off his body, but it still hurts. Sean hisses at the contact before pursing his lips. The void left where the blood should be in his head fills itself with an urge to smack the child back, but that vote is once again vetoed by his aching hard-on. “Get Out!” the pup nearly shouts now. Sean grabs his muzzle, holding it shut with one hand. The mattress lets out a gentle squeak as he continues forward, pushing the cub back onto it by his head. His other hand pushes the laptop out of the way, sliding it to the edge of the bed. The little wrestling match is quick and decisive, the pup soon held fast to the bed under the full weight of the dog almost twice his age. Sean meets the glare of the trapped pup, looking up at him with anger still in his eyes. Clearly, Ian didn’t know where this was going.
	“You know what, just eat my ass,” he says, letting go of the cub’s muzzle. He rises, just enough to pull down the back of his boxers. It’s hard getting his tail to stop wagging long enough to manage it. While flipping around, he keeps the little Ridgeback pinned by the chest, just shaking his head while Ian squirms. Soon enough, his own cheeks are positioned over the face of the quivering cub, hole flexing an inch away from the tip of his muzzle. The malicious joy is evident even to his own ear when Sean says, “Lick it.”
	“No. Ewww,” Ian replies, trying to push the heavier male away, “I’m sorry, okay!”
	Frustration builds in Sean’s gut and as he looks down at the little cub’s naked form, a wicked idea springs to his mind. He reaches into the jockstrap, feeling that tight little sheath and palming over those balls barely the size of grapes. Thick, strong fingers hold the small testicles, and gently squeeze. Firmly but quietly, he says, “Do it, or I’ll squish them so bad you’ll walk funny for days.”\
	A few seconds go by before he feels a trepidacious tongue slide over his hole. It’s far from pleasurable, but even a little light stimulation feels good. He slides back, pulling his hand out from the cub’s jockstrap and forcing his hole onto the cub’s face. “Get in good and deep, pup. Like your kissing a girl,” he says, running a hand along the pink skin of Ian’s thinly-furred lower tummy. And when the licking really does get more active, the groan that escapes is something akin to a purr.
	The pup licks Sean’s hole with a desperate fervor. The lips kiss at his hole sometimes, but mostly the tongue glides over and over his tensing anus. It was less a make-out session and more the little kisses a feral puppy might give, but it was good enough for the bigger dog. Little dips and waves of pleasure travel through his body, headed straight from his hole to his lightly dribbling cock. He’s lost in it for a few seconds, every little lap of the tongue feeling him with more and more a sense that his little brother was finally learning his place. His hands have even stopped pushing at the body above him, curling up in front of his cute little chest, the fleshlight still in them. In his heady, haughty state, Sean reaches down to pluck it from the cub’s hands.
	He flips open the top and let’s the plastic covering that served to guard it fall to the floor. Intent on using it for it’s designed purpose, he reaches into the little cavity at the top, thumb gliding against a little silicone clit that had caught his eye when he’d first ordered it online. From that fake pussy, he pulls out a little packet of lube, one of a dozen that had come with the thing. It wasn’t the best, he preferred the larger supply he’d ordered along with it, and it was mostly stored inside so he wouldn’t lose it, but it was what he had right now. But past that pocket pussy laid a set of legs he suddenly realized were squirming. The little tail batted back and forth, not in excitement but instead in desperation.
	Sean leans forward, dropping the toy as he does. And the puppy sucks in air, body coming to a rest as he can breathe again, the minute or so trapped under his brother’s behind about as much as he can handle while holding his breath. Sharp canine teeth rip open the little packet of lubricant, and a dextrous thumb is all that’s needed to spread it over his fingers. Sean’s other hand grips the inside of the puppy’s thigh, pulling the legs open. An elbow keeps the other leg in place when Ian tries closing them again. It’s not hard to find the little pink opening amidst the reddish fur of the little dog’s body. Gently, he pushes a very well-lubed finger against the entrance. The pup tenses, hissing as a mostly untouched part of his body reacts to the cold fluid. 
	“Hey! Stop it!” Ian says, voice higher than normal, “That’s my butt!”
	“No shit?” Sean says, sarcastic. His tail twitches sideways, batting the cub across the face. Ian coughs, and when he goes to say something else Sean plants his hips down, forcing his hole into the little puppy’s face. “Just keep licking and this won’t have to be so bad for either of us,” he lies.
	The return of the warm, wet tongue slathering his anus sends a brief shiver up Sean’s spine, and that builds all the courage he needs to shove the finger as deep as he can into the cub’s flexing hole. It squeezes tight, holding the bigger Ridgeback at the second knuckle. Not that it mattered much to him, the wiggling body a gratifying sight. He twists it inside the boy, feeling around for something special. It was supposed to be walnut-sized, firm, but it was probably smaller in cubs. He adjusts his search, trying to pull some blood back to his brain to help with it, but that stops when he finds it. He rubs the finger over it jabbing at the spot barely 3 inches into the tight young body. 
	“That feel good, pup? It won’t hurt nearly so much to get if you’d just relax. I might even be able to get my finger out, if you do rather than have to tear you up pulling it out,” he lied again, giving a fake tug, only to push it in deeper, running it into the little spot inside the pup. Ian squirms underneath the bigger dog. Sean says it louder, pulling his ass off the pup, “Relax.”
	The pup does, whimpering to himself under the strange sensations. And rather than pull out, Sean pulls back just enough to get the second lubed up finger inside. The pup squeals at that, but whatever fight was in him has been drained out by the minutes of face-sitting. He curls up underneath the bigger dog. Sean can only smirk to himself at that, pushing and pulling his fingers against the flexing insides of the puppy. He’s careful to hit that pleasurable spot as well, just so he can watch the pup’s little cock start to press against the front of his jockstrap. Grinning at the thought of making the little bastard into a broken bitch for himself, he pushes hard onto the prostate of the boy.
	Once he’s thoroughly satisfied that the pup is lubed enough that he won’t tear his dick off trying to get inside, Sean rises from off the smaller body. It only curls up more when he maneuvers himself off the bed, leaving the boy on his side. Sean takes the remaining lube on his fingers, and smears it over a dick nearly as thick as his wrist. It mixes with the dripping pre, giving a satisfying smoothness to how  his hand glided over his dick. He kicks over a superhero action figure leaning against the bed frame  to position himself over the whimpering cub that can only look up at him, confusion and terror on his face. The long, thin tails curls over his stretched hole, hitting the lower side of the jockstrap still tenting in the front from the pup’s small, thin cock. Instead of leaving the boy be, as he obviously wished, Sean grabs him by the hips. He pulls the small body up onto it’s knees, leaving the boy’s thick behind waggling in the air.
	Without a thought, a hand reaches forward to squeeze at the chunky behind of the pup. It seemed almost obscene to give this sort of thickness to a child, but the world wanted what it wanted, Sean supposed. He reaches his other hand forward, gripping the cheeks firmly enough that the little puppy squealed, gripping the sheets on either side of him. Sean pulls the cheeks apart, looking at the flexing hole mere inches from where the jockstrap covered the less pleasing bits of his little brother’s biology. It was only lightly stretched, leaking a single line of the lube the older dog had spent the past few minutes jabbing inside. Sean found himself almost wanting to kiss it, but instead he reaches a hand back to give the pup a light spank. The rotund little cheeks jiggled delightfully, even while Ian mumbled some stupid complaint into his Spider-Pig bedsheets. 
	Sean let’ go of the cheeks, and almost dutifully, Ian stays where he is, looking back and forth between a little decal of a web and the body of the big dog behind him. Sean reaches over, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed. His spare hand wanks his dick a couple of times, making sure it’s hard and ready for what’s to come. The pillow is pushed down onto the puppy’s head, muffling a noise the little dog makes. And his cock is lined up with the little hole of the little dog, quickly followed by a short jab inwards into the hot, tight hole of the panicking pup.
	It doesn’t get more than an inch in when Ian clenches down hard enough to give Sean pause in his motions. Still, it’s an inch of heaven. The muffled scream of the cub is ignored so Sean can fully indulge in the overbearing squeeze of that virgin hole on his monster of a cock. The hand that once guided it in now held a wiggling body firmly in place, letting the bigger dog pull back slightly to inchworm his way deeper into the puppy’s body. It’s slow, laborious work, opposed every second by the flexing, rippling insides of the smaller dog trying desperately to push him back out. But he doesn’t let the cub rest, only ever pulling a half-inch out to get a quarter of an inch deeper. The head under the pillow soon stops it’s wailing, replacing that with harsh groans and soft whimpers. Every little motion Sean makes rocks the body of the puppy, as it starts to sway weakly on it’s knees.
	Sean removes the pillow, looking down at the quiet boy now crying softly, biting into his bed sheets to avoid yelling out. The bigger dog is halfway in now, and his heated grin has already started to hurt his face. Still, he can’t stop while looking at his little brother trapped on his dick as effectively as if he’d already knotted him. He leans over the warm body, as if to get more intimate with him, and says, “This will teach you to go through my stuff, you little ass.”
	“I’b sorby,” Ian groans out through gritted teeth.
	“I figured you would be,” Sean replies, reaching around the boy to pull him in closer. He reaches into the front of the jockstrap, feeling the softened cock still fully out of it’s sheath, and gives it a gentle squeeze. The pup whimpers, confused, but doesn’t have the energy to protest. Resting fully half of his thick dick in the quivering hole of the pup, he rolls that cock around in his fingers, coaxing some life back into it. Once it’s hard enough, he starts to pull out again, earning a groan from his little brother in the process, only this time when he dives back down, he makes sure Ian stays good and hard through the pain. Every inward thrust is met with an increasing pace to the rate at which his hand moves over the tearful boy’s dick. He let’s his hand squeeze over the slowly forming knot at the base of the small dick, easily able to hold the entire thing in his hand. 
	Once most of his cock is finally inside the gasping, grunting boy underneath him, Sean starts picking up his pace. A hand on the boy’s hips pushes it down slightly, giving the muscular dog a better angle at that special place in Ian’s body that he’d taken the time to discover. Ian was going to cum crying and he’d learn his place on the end of Sean’s massive cock. He looks down to watch the slight jiggle of the cub’s fine ass as he fucks him deep, the knot now bouncing outside that tense, squeezing hole that seemed to suck him in even as it tried to force him out. The obscene sucking noises of the hole mixed with the gentle sounds of the laptop, now set to a commercial by auto-play. Every little grunt or whimper coming from that supple body is drowned out by his own grunts and groans as he thrusts deeper and deeper.
	Sean keeps up the pace, his head easily leaning in to be just above the cub’s ears, something he reaches down and bites on instinct. It’s not hard, but he chews slightly, earning a gasp from the puppy that sees him push back slightly into the assault on his ass. Ian looks frantically around the room before simply squeezing his eyes shut. Seeing this, Sean let’s the ear go for a second, whispering into it, “Hey, open up. This is your first time, you’re going to remember it for your whole life.” And while he says that, a hand pulls off where it was gripping the thin hips only to slap down hard on the cub’s thigh. Ian jumps, inadvertently forcing himself back to slam against the massive knot that had formed just outside the still-drooping boxers of his older brother. 
	Deep instincts take over for the older teenager. He returns to nibbling and kissing along the top of the cub’s head, huffing and puffing as he fucks himself deeper into the whining boy. His massive cock has stretched that until extremely recently virgin hole well beyond something any of the girls at his school were willing to take. And it continues to fight him, pulsing and gripping even as the muscles inside the cub where themselves down. He start pulling out further, pulling out fully to slam the first ten inches deep, the only thing stopping it the fat knot that was desperate to push itself into the squirming body. There was no way Sean was stopping himself from driving it in, only the fact that the body underneath him was still too-tight to take it stopping it from lodging himself deep inside the cub. 
	The thought incenses the lust-addled mind of the older brother, who stops his reach around just as Ian starts squirming, the process of having his prostate crushed more than he could resist. His little brother reaching a dry orgasm on the end of his cock was ignored, replaced by a deeper hunger inside of Sean. He grasps both cheeks firmly, thumbs on either side of that already stretched to it’s limit hole and pulls as hard as he can. His hips thrust forward, pushing with all the might of his large body, feet still on the floor behind him granting him leverage. His whole weight barrels into the boy, doing something that forced all the air in little Ian’s lungs out of his body, still rocked by his orgasm. When the knot forces it’s way past the tight, taut hole and into the screaming boy, the 2 AM train comes. It’s loud whistle barrels past the end of their short backyard. Any noise the cub might have made, the protest ringing out from his lungs, drowned out completely by the heartless monotony of the trains running on time. 
	Ian whimpers there, voice hoarse as his little arms pound at the sheets. Only once, before any sort of drive drains from his body. Sean’s short, hard humps tug at a searing red, stretched hole, but he’s in deep enough that when he reaches around he feels the bump in the heavily breathing stomach of the body underneath him. It’s grip is exquisite, better than his toy had over been. The bigger Ridgebacks whole body lights up as he starts to cum deep into the little body underneath him. The pulses are now barely pushed back against, but he continues thrusting away at the cub. The intense start of the orgasm lasts longer, filling Sean’s body with lightness as waves of pleasure rush all through his body. The weight of it hits him like a ton of bricks, but soon starts to settle down. The little aftershocks of pleasure that came each time that sobbing body tugged on his knot, sending yet more cum into it’s shivering form, grip him tightly. His body starts to slacken, his urges having sated themselves for the now. He doesn’t back away, doesn’t risk the pleasure coming to an abrupt end, pulling the cub over as he falls onto the bed. 
	And for whatever reason, Ian reaches out. Something plastic hitting Sean’s side as he gently humps into the still-sobbing cub. When the older dog looks down, he sees the sex toy being poked into his side.
	“Keep it. I just got a better one.”