The figure loomed over the folf boy’s pinned body, his arms pinned above his head by one of the figure’s strong arms. He struggled, squirmed, fought him off as best he could, but the weight on his wrists was too strong for his arms to squirm free. He looked up, his yellow eyes a mixture of fear and, to a small extent, betrayal. “No, stop! I was kidding, please!” the crossbreed begged, whilst the few droplets of the potion he was force fed still trickled over his lips and onto his chin. The pungent taste of the magical fluid still thick on his tongue, but the magical change it brought was already in action. He could feel it, causing his pathetic squirms against the figure’s frame.

He felt it in his loins, his fearful eyes wide as they glanced down to the figure’s cock. It was always intimidating, the thick nine inch knotted prick always narrowly stood larger than his own. Now though, there was an intimidating difference - and it grew larger with every second that passed, and his once magnificent boy cock waned. His hips bucked, serving to grind his once eight inch, now six member against the red flesh grinding against his own, serving only to torment him with the shrinkage. “This, this isn’t funny - give me the counter potion already!”

But the figure, even with his sharp, pointed ears, didn’t listen. His cocky grin, a white outline on his shadowed face, illuminated only by the menacing blue glint of his eyes, answered him whilst a thick dollop of his precum smeared onto his diminishing flesh. As if to make things even more humiliating for the young teen, his transforming flesh had grown more sensitive, making each and every grind of their masculine members together forced him to bite his lip to hold in the submissive moan he wanted to greet the figure’s actions with. Not that it would do much good - as the last inch of his shrinking cock retreated into his flesh, the once fat furred tube that housed his cock split, revealing a pair of glistening feminine hips between his thighs. And the first, teasing grind of that length against those lips forced a drawn out, begging groan - his young eyes rolling into the back of his head…

Radulf awoke with a low groan from his bed, shuddering with an unnatural heat running through his body. That dream, his vivid dream of those events had left his new lips glistening with need, and his fingers drawn to press into that cunt in his restless awakening. The warmth radiating from the fertile sex was palpable against his palm, and it brought a genuine, submissive whimper to the once cocky lad. It had been a week since his kitsune brother, Crevan, had pinned him down and force fed him that magical brew and stole his magnificent folf cock, and replaced it with a wet, needy cunt. His brother had fucked that new sex raw, reducing the boy to a state he wasn’t proud of, even for a child that bore the collar of their older sibling’s ownership. He had begged to feel that seed flowing into his womb, begged for it to take root, begged to carry his own brother’s children, just to feel that knot swell in his virgin lips!

And that desire had only grown the longer he had been left in this state. But never had it been worse than this morning. He knew it was coming, the uncomfortable urges in his body, the warmth that built. Not only was he cursed with the sex of a female on his boyish frame, his sibling had ensured he was just as fertile, and now going into his first heat. The past few days he had done his best to avoid his vulpine brother, knowing that Crevan would plant his seed without question, and doom the folf to nine months of carrying his brother’s children. It was the last thing he wanted when he had regained his senses, to be like their mother, their bitch of a wolf. Every time his sibling taunted him with insulting his glorious lineage as being nothing better than his mother left a burning resentment. But here he was, dreaming of being of filling his mother’s shoes, being his brother’s breeding bitch. He wouldn’t give in! He would resist this heat, he would be better than that. He’d get his damn cock back and follow up on the threat that had gotten him into this predicament - he would fuck that cocky fox’s ass raw!

But then his mind flashed back to that moment, when that hot boy cum splattered into his walls for the first time, his mind fucked into a stupor and only capable of helplessly muttering, utterly degrading himself as he admitted all he was good for was taking that seed. The memory simultaneously brought a needy groan as his now experienced boy-lips squeezed his idly stroking fingers, and a whimper of defeat. The scent of his needy sex reeked in his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but keep thinking of his brother. About his glorious cock, about those fat balls which would claim one more child to their name as soon as he planted his load right in…

“NO NO NO NO NO NO,” Radulf screamed into his pillow, trying to force his mind on a different track. His cunt was dripping now, even without his fingers pressing into that space. It quivered between his legs, leaving the scent of needy bitch on his sheets. He would not give in… He would not give in. He was not his mother. He was as proud of a fox as his father, as cunning, as focused, and as determined..! He would, he would… His mantra broke as he flicked his tongue over his lips, imagining how strong his brother’s presence of will was. How easy it was to submit when he was in control. How he lost his virginity to his sibling, now thrice over, and wore his collar. For a moment, he even thought about how good it would be to just remain his sibling’s pet, rather than repay him with his own collar to be equals with his brother...

No! A shower. Yes a shower! A cold, freezing shower to get past the thick arctic fur he inherited from his mother! That would soothe this damnable heat, allow his mind to get some perspective! It was early enough, his brother should still be asleep. It should be safe enough!

“No he won’t join me in the shower,” Radulf hissed to himself as the thought crept into his mind, but that was the last push antagonistic push the teen needed to crawl out of his sweat matted sheets. His young, naked frame dashed out of his room; not caring that with every step the sound of his leaking juices splattering against the wooden floors and his thudding steps rolled through the corridors. And even if they weren’t awoken by the sound of those exuberant steps, his family would be able to smell his condition in the plentiful juices lining his sex - there was no way he would be able to keep his condition a secret now. Although Radulf was only half aware of that issue as he tried to focus on just getting to the washroom and into that shower, a problem he’d have to sort out after he rounded the corner and charged those last few steps to the wooden door...

Except the silver furred hybrid didn’t reach the washroom, instead rounding the corner and immediately crashing into the familiar form of his brother. Unfortunately the sound of his running steps was plenty of warning for the vulpine’s keen ears, and rather than toppling them both over, he found himself crashing into his brother’s lithe chest. The fox’s body stepped back to absorb the impact of the slam, but now Radulf quickly realized his brother’s arms had slipped around his body, holding him in a tight, almost possessive hug. The folf attempted a squirm, seeing if he could wiggle out of the grasp, but all that managed was to writhe helplessly against his sibling’s boyish frame and draw his brother’s scent through his nose with the effort. “Ah… Crevan…” Radulf spoke sheepishly, yellow eyes glancing past the kitsune’s shoulder to the washroom before his body shivered. The surprise of the impact had cleared his mind momentarily, but the need from his heat was thick on his loins, and being so close to the boy he was dreaming of was making it worse.

“There’s my lovely little pet wolf~” Crevan’s words rung thickly through Radulf’s mind as his arms gave a teasing, almost possessive squeeze. The pull of those arms and the writhing of his attempts at escape causing the cuntboy’s needy sex to grind over the fox boy’s plump sheath, sending a shiver rolling through the teen’s spine.

“Crevan… Let me go…” he managed to whimper out, but he was already starting to pant, sucking in his sibling’s scent like a needy whore once again. He had never wanted his brother’s dick this badly before, the urge to just throw himself at his sibling and feel that thick cock pumping load after load into his sex was almost all consuming. The strength of will it took to not follow through with that action and try to escape now took almost everything he had, and it was slowly being worn away thanks to the adolescent male’s scent and the touch of his swollen sheath against his wet lips. “And I’m not a wolf..! I’m a… I’m a fox like you…” he managed to get out as well, but his folf tail was already tucked between his legs, trying to separate his hungry cunt from the sex that would answer all of his dreams...

“Crevan now? That’s not what you’re supposed to call me… Perhaps I should help remind you of where we stand…” the fox teased. He knew how desperate his brother was, he could hear it in the barely suppressed whimper behind his voice, feel it in the warmth of that sex against his loins. And the scent that rolled over his nostrils was almost entrancing with how easily it brought a growl to his chest, and an eager sell to his sheath. It was likely half the reason that his dull clawed hands settled down against his siblings damp furred back, holding him close so that he could enjoy that rich, needy aroma. It was so much better than his brother’s scent from before, that touch of feminine invitation on top of his brother’s boyish scent, and now richer with the wet droplets of fluid smearing onto his white fur with the squirming of his sibling’s hips against his sheath.

“N, no! Just, let me go. I need to go have a shower…” Radulf begged, but he could tell he was losing. His urge to squirm away was diminishing, and his urge to grind his slick, hungry sex against Crevan’s thick loins was winning. All he could do is throw himself at his brother’s mercy, a whimper rolling to the forefront of his throat as he pushed his wider snout against his brother’s neck. His nostrils flared, now just basking in his brother’s scent. Why did he have to crave his brother so much? Why did he have to be so appealing to his eyes, making the young folf want to carry his kits so badly? “Please… I don’t want to be like mum…” he whimpered pathetically, yellow eyes closed as he knew the kitsune would likely throw that in his face, torment him with that fear of being nothing more than a breeding toy, even if a loved one.

“Is that so? Think that the fox side of yours makes up for being a mutt~?” his brother continued to tease. His strong, boyish hands were now stroking through Radulf’s coat of silver fur, now silky with the sweat that had covered his brother’s body from his vivid dreams and need. However, soon one hand started to creep its way up along the hybrid’s spine, dull claws running along the skin beneath the silver hairs. The touch brought another small whimper from the young lad, his warm, sweaty body pressing in against Crevan’s own amber pelt. The touch caused that tail to straighten out, however, the silver limb now pulling high into the air, wafting back and forth to help fan the needy folf scent leaking from his loins throughout the air.

“Please brother… You can do anything you want to me, but just…” he shivered, looking down. He hated begging, but it was the only thing he could bring himself to do now…

“Hmm, only because you’re my brother, Radulf~” the fox spoke with a heavy purr, bringing a perk of the folf’s ears. He would have sworn that his brother would have continued to tease him, continued to torment him until he succumbed and didn’t care about the implications of him carrying the fox’s children. It brought an almost… endearing smile to his lips, and a happy, yet still eager, stare from his yellow eyes.

“Thank you, Crevan…” he panted, no longer resisting that grasp as he tried to push himself forward, attempting a kiss the slightly taller boy’s black lips. He just wanted to throw himself into the arms and care of the figure he loved so much. The boy he knew must love him back, but always hid it behind the veil of dominance and impish teasing.

But that kiss was cut short by the tug of the collar still on his neck, his brother’s stroking finger having brought that hand to curl around the leather strap, holding his lips an inch or two short of the vulpine’s narrow snout. “That is, IF you call me Master…” the kitsune growled in his lustful tone. And Radulf knew why, he could feel how bloated that vulpine sex had become thanks to his fertile warmth baking the slumbering shaft, drawing the tapered tip out to smear his clitoris in the boy’s viscous fluids thanks to a press forward from the folf’s hips.

“I, but…” he whimpered, but the attempt to disagree was only responded with another yank on that collar, pressing the strap against his throat. “Master! Master please, I’ll do whatever Master wants if he… doesn’t knock me up,” he spoke in a start, the words just flowing out straight from his lungs to his lips without being thought over by his brain. He wasn’t sure if that was his brother’s kitsune enchantments at work, or just his own need, but it brought a thicker flush to his cheeks and ears to know that they still crossed his lips unabated, each syllable uttered digging his confidence deeper into the pit of his stomach.

“That’s better… Pup~” the kitsune responded. Radulf’s body pretty much crumbled, preparing to be pinned into place or forced onto his knees by his sibling’s hands to be used right here in the corridor. But instead, he felt the tug of that hand against his collar once more, and this time his body obeyed. It took a lot of time and effort for him to finally pry his leaking nether lips from the kitsune’s budding cock, but with another tug against his collar he managed it. His eyes just looked to the boy in control of this situation and the floor, noticing the potent droplets of his musky fluid on the wood as he was guided down the hall and away from the washroom. He knew where they were going though, seeing the familiar door long before it was opened by that amber furred fox and his silver frame was pushed inside with as much force as his brother’s adolescent arms could manage.

He knew the room well. The comfortable bed in the corner where he had spent many the night tied to his brother after one of their romps. The bed where he had been force fed that drought which left him with his current condition and woke with a pleased groan with his sibling on top of him. That leash on the bedside table, so often clipped onto his collar whenever they got up to fun. But then there were the more… exotics… toys nearby, left scattered along the floor. His father didn’t care about their activities, leaving Crevan plenty of time to steal or barter the various bondage devices that he had grown increasingly proficient with over the last few months. Radulf didn’t like to admit it, but he loved their use, a secret fetish he stubbornly denied whenever he was in the right mind so as to distant himself from his mother. But he knew well enough that Crevan saw through his protests, especially as the fox pulled him over to the end of that bed and just in arms reach of several of the toys.

Radulf’s ears drooped, contemplating the various toys that he’ll pull out for today. He shivered as his brother’s hand let go of his collar, and for a second he contemplated escape, eyeing the doorway. But he knew better than that, it wasn’t the first time his sibling hunted him down, and while sometimes he enjoyed the ‘consequences’ of those nights, he didn’t want to risk his brother’s ire leaving his seed planted between his lips. Despite what his body said. Instead, his yellow eyes flashed to his brother, watching as he pulled out familiar binds up from the floor and turned his attention back towards his brother with that cocky smirk on his lips. By now, his fat foxhood had swollen to half mast thanks to the rich scent of folf heat lingering nearby, and Radulf’s yellow eyes lingered on that tool far longer than even his previous norm.

It gave Crevan all the opportunity he needed to slip behind his silver furred brother, not that Radulf resisted as he felt his sibling’s frame press in from behind. Those hands grabbing his arms, and while he gave a playful squirm against the grasp, the folf allowed his arms to be manhandled behind his back. His forearms slid into the bondage toy’s grasp, and Radulf kept enough of his mind to think to flex his arms to try and give himself a bit of slack to escape. But Crevan saw through the guise, leaning his snout forward to sink his teeth over his neck in a playful nip to draw a pathetic moan from the needy folf’s frame, and whilst his body tensed at that moment, a few seconds later and the release of his neck scruff sent a brief wave of relaxation through his features… All the time needed for Crevan to pull the straps on the device taut and trap his arms together behind the small of his back “There we go… No squirming away now, pet,” Crevan teased, although the folf still did his best to slip free, squirming in place as his sex continued to trip onto the floor. But no matter how he pulled or wiggled his arms, his hands remained helplessly pressed against his arms.

Instead Radulf’s attention refocused on his sibling, watching as he plucked out the second toy to put to work. And this time the folf boy’s tongue licked across his lips despite his better mind, eyeing the familiar spreader bar that was pulled up to the hybrid’s gaze. But he then glanced off to the side, hoping to at least keep the image of not being a needy slut, despite the fact his tail was wagging at an eager, hopeful pace, and his sex still stubbornly worked to make the kitsune’s room smell like a needy bitch-boy. “Oh don’t get me that… I know that after your collar and leash, this is your favorite,” the boy’s words rumbled thickly nearby his brother’s ears, causing them to flick back against his head to try and shield them from the tormenting truths he was subjected to.

He knew what was coming next though. His brother pulling him to the side of the bed and pushing his frame forward. He briefly considered resisting, delaying the use and torment that was going to come, but eventually cooperated. His body still needed this, and the longer he tarried here the longer his mind was tormented by the thoughts of giving in to his brother’s fertility. And pushing his luck with his brother’s word was not something he wanted to risk with his now partially bounded state. So instead Radulf’s wagging tail raised itself high into the air, showing off his tight sphincter hiding beneath the excited limb, and lower, past a field of fem-juice matted taint fur, the lad’s puffy lips. The boy’s newest entrance had only grown worse by now, the lips swollen and needy, the flesh flushed red with desire and the surrounding fur matted by the eager drops of lubricant still dripping out from his inner walls.

Radulf’s legs parted as they were guided by his brother’s guiding hand. The first strap of the bar’s latch settled into place just above the ankle on his left leg, and soon enough a similar strap pulled itself taut over his right leg. Now he was at his sibling’s mercy, trusting in his impish brother’s loyalty to his word over the desire to see him bloated with kits. The threat of being at his lustful brother’s mercy wasn’t lost on his lust-addled mind, yet his body just seemed to find the situation even more arousing. His blood was warm with lust and need, and he could feel his heart pumping the hormone rich fluid rapidly through his flesh. In fact, he was so busy paying attention to just how far his body was betraying his mind’s wishes, that he didn’t notice as his brother fetched that collar from the bedside table. His ears only catching the clench of metal locking into place around his collar, causing his confused yellow eyes to look over his shoulder at his brother as the strap of the leash was connected to the spreader bar… Now, not only was his legs forced into a receptive position, but he would be stuck with his face against the bed and his ass in the air until he got free.

“Are you done yet?” Radulf uttered with a shiver. He knew he was testing his sibling, but he couldn’t help that dismissive bark. Or perhaps he just hoped to lure his sibling into applying a gag to his maw so he couldn’t moan out whatever comments his brother wished to pry from his lungs. Or perhaps he asked to think about other things than what was going to be his brother’s final toy. He already pictured it in his mind, a plug to lock into place within his cunt to ensure that his sibling’s rich seed couldn’t creep down over his taint and to his fertile hole. He shivered at the thought, sinking his face into the nearby pillow as he imagined the sight of his bound body helplessly squirming and about to be royally fucked by his brother. Or the sensation of that toy sliding into place within his eager lips…

But the toy, or the gag, never came. Instead, Radulf’s eyes went wide as he felt his brother’s body slipping over him. The familiar weight of that toned, athletic child’s front grinding against his back, his tail eagerly flicking against his side. Those arms trapped in his field of vision on either side, straddling him like any beast about to fuck their bitch, and the thick breath of the dominant boy ringing heavily in his ears. “Ah! You promised! M.. Master…” Radulf found himself yelping in a panic, barely thinking to add the title afterwards as his brother’s now fully aroused prick nestled against his eager lips. He could feel the shaft’s girth part his lips, but not with the tip. Instead, that tapered start was pressing against his sensitive button, bringing a low, drawn out moan as his clitoris was squeezed underneath that hot, masculine flesh and painted in the vulpine’s rich scent. His lips were all too happy to be hotdogged by that boycock, dripping its excessive lubricant onto the smooth, red tool. The shaft’s girth spread his lips over that familiar girth, yet while that sensitive opening squeezed hungrily over that now turgid, throbbing cock, his inner walls were left wanting. The anticipation bringing a squirm to his lower body, pressing against the toys he was bound with, but still managing to help roll his eager sex over the shaft smearing his opening with lewd cream.

“Did I now? You never finished stating your request at the end there before I agreed to it…” he rumbled, teasing his sibling with that thought. It brought a sudden flick of the folf’s yellow eyes as he tried to recall. He had asked his sibling before that, but he was rephrasing it… He could do anything he wanted to him except… That brought his teeth to bite over his lip again, he didn’t think he had finished it before his brother accepted! He knew that Crevan and their father could twist words in a promise to get around it without breaking it. Was this one of those situations? Did his brother just lead him on so that he could get him here, bound and helpless without a struggle, just so he could torment him with the inevitable result of carrying his brother’s child?

“That’s not… That’s not fair!” Radulf’s words sprung sharply from his chest, caught near the end with an eager moan as Crevan’s body shifted forward to wrap his teeth once more around the silver furred scruff. The fox’s sharp incisors pressing in against the lad’s skin, bringing those yellow eyes to roll back in their sockets and his body to simultaneously squirm and clench in response to the rather feral claim pronounced upon his neck. “Crevan, please!” he panted through the bite, although the mistake in calling his sibling by his name drew a firmer press of those teeth against his skin, and a dominant growl vibrating across his spine. “I mean, Master! Please!” he corrected with a pant, squirming as wildly as he could beneath his brother’s athletic frame.

His brother didn’t speak though, just kept those teeth pressed against his neck scruff, the fangs pulling just enough to offer a yank to skin and instill even more thoughts of submission and helplessness in the trapped lad. Poor Radulf soon couldn’t even bring himself to whimper, just panting and moaning hotly into the air as his sex squeezed hungrily next to the throbbing prick that could answer all of his problems. His dull claws clutched against his arms, sinking in against his pelt to rake across his own skin, not caring about the welts that it would bring. His claws toes clenched, and his legs actually attempted to squirm to point the hot, inviting depths of his cunt towards that cock, hoping to make it a more conductive target for that tapered shaft to plunge into.

“Master, please…” he panted, eyes closing as he thought to retain his will. He just wanted to curl into a pathetic ball of silver fur, to hide from his teasing brother’s prodding cock and the need burning between his legs

This time, though, the beg brought an answer to the poor pup’s words. His response was muffled from keeping his narrow snout wrapped around his sibling’s neck scruff, his teeth remaining firm in their task whilst his chest lent his words the thick, dominant tone of his growl. “Please, what?” It didn’t matter how poorly they were transcribed to air, the intent was clear as soon as Radulf felt those words vibrate over his skin.

“Ah… Please, please…” he tried to collect himself. The bound boy’s chest sucking in air through his pants, dragging the growing scent of his brother’s fertile scent, mixing with the thick aura of needy bitch that was already wafting from his own loins. The scent cocktail brought yet another pathetic groan to his chest, his nostrils dragging the rich pheromones locked within to his nose. But it wasn’t that scent that tipped him over the edge finally, it was that glorious, hot, throbbing, and magnificent cock nudging itself against his sex In their current position, his brother’s hips were high, up against his rear, and that tapered cock head was now settled in just the right position to press in with those hips. His sensitive lips detecting the eager droplets of boyish pre-seed leaking from that tip and splattering against the mixed mess of fluids over his lips. One of those brave, masculine spunk-drops even managing to crest into his lips drawing a soft pant as he felt it slowly flow across his untouched inner walls.

“Please… Oh for fucks… PLEASE FUCK ME AND GIVE ME YOUR KITS!” he blurted out, loud enough that he doubt there was a single Cinteroph or Terra in the manor that didn’t hear his need. “I don’t care about the promise anymore! Just… Just take care of this heat and let me have your seed! Please brother… Crevan… Master, whatever!” Radulf hid his face in shame against the pillow, but his snout still spoke clearly enough at the angle it rested at. His body clenched, waiting for his brother to take his eager cunt, expecting its plunge to be as swift and as forward as their previous sessions whenever the fox crawled such humiliating confessions out from his brother. “I can’t take it anymore! This heat is unbearable. I NEED your kits in me. I don’t care if I’ll carry them for nine months, or be your slutty little breeding bitch, I can’t stand one more hour of this, yet alone the rest of the week!”

His brother’s teeth relinquished his neck scruff. Radulf’s eyes closed, knowing what that meant as that silky, vulpine tongue briefly flicked across the sore skin left from the tug of those fangs. He felt his sibling shift, that cock momentarily pulling back, but he knew it would be back as his brother positioned himself, one hand against the bound brother’s hip. The other steadying his upper frame against the bed head. “Yes, please brother… I’m your little wolf bitch. All I’m good for is carrying a fox’s kits,” he whimpered in defeat as his eager lips flexed in anticipation.

And then his brother’s shaft, its tapered point lubricated with its own eager essence and the gratuitous flow of feminine need flooding from Radulf’s own loins, pressed in… Its familiar point sinking in against the opening underneath his tail, parting the familiar depths of his sphincter. “What? NO!” BROTHER NOT THERE! FUCK ME IN MY CUNT!” Radulf’s body bolted, trying to stand as best as he could but all he managed to do was tug his collar against his neck as it kept his head against the mattress thanks to the leash tied to the spreader-bar.

But Crevan continued, his dull claws grasping the hot, sweaty frame of his sibling as another firm press of his hips plunged in, sinking several inches of his lubricated shaft into his brother’s ass, feeling the tight ring of muscles protecting that entrance helplessly kneading at the fox’s thick cock in protest at the penetration. “Please sibling… You made me promise in good faith not to breed you…” he spat back, growling with that damnable cocky grin on his black lips. “So don’t worry, I’ll leave that needy sex of yours untouched as I take my spoils from your ass instead. It has been a few days since I’ve gotten to enjoy it, after all~” the words rolled out again with that thick growl to their tone.

“No, please, come on. I want your kits! You’ve been teasing about knocking me up, please, just… JUST DO IT!” he whimpered in protests, his teeth clenching down around the edge of the pillow to avoid biting his lip anymore. It helped to muffle his future protests and groans as he felt his inner depths forced around that fat vulpine cock, his sphincter surrendering to the hot male rod as it stretched it open his full length. His experienced hole had become quite accustomed to fitting the male, but it still drove the cuntboy wild, even despite the change that had given him a far more inviting hole. But this wasn’t about their pleasure, it was just his sibling tormenting him, leaving him to whimper and groan in unsatisfied need that he had helped to enflame! His mind spat at the irony that his trickster of a sibling would keep to the honest words of their bargain and use it as a cage to prevent him from getting what he really needed!

But, as Crevan’s hips pulled back to give a nice, eager slam into the familiar depths of the folf’s entrance, all that Radulf could do was groan and offer muffled cries into that pillow. He didn’t want to let his brother hear the utter depravity he was willing to subject himself to with the begging words welling up from his chest. Those muffled cries broken only by the groans of bliss and discomfort that came as his sibling’s hips began to rock into his rear end. The fox’s pace was firm and aggressive, uncaring of his brother’s own pleasure as he used to the squeezing hole for his own. And with such a pace, it wasn’t long before his brother’s hefty prick pressed itself to the root into his clenching walls, resting those fat, fertile breeding balls against the sticky taint of the estrus-struck folf. “God I can’t wait until your next heat…” he panted, letting out his own groaning words to torment Radulf’s ears. “Your ass feels amazing with your hungry womb nearby, so warm and tight with those muscles squeezing…”

Radulf could only manage a pathetic excuse of sobs and cries in response, punctuated with a spike of pitch whenever those cycling hips slammed that thick cock to the root once more. His teeth had ripped through the fabric of the pillow now, and the boy’s jaws still clenched down with all the strength they could. The silver furred lad had literally no choice but to take it, despite the protest of his body which pressed against the straps holding him down until pain welled from his writhing flesh. He knew his time was limited, he could still get his brother to slip out from his ass and take his cunt. All he needed to do was pull himself forward at the same time it dragged out of his now slick hole thanks to the hefty lubricant both of their sexes provided. He collected himself, waiting as that fat, throbbing pole pistoned inside of his anus.

And… Now! Radulf attempted to launch himself forward with what effort he could, crawling forward and hoping that that tapered tip would slip free and slide down to his hungry cunt with the change. But it was another false hope, as the kitsune’s hand on his hip took advantage of the shift to yank his body back down and onto that cock as it slammed itself to the hilt once more, despite the now bloating glands of the boy’s knot forcing that sphincter further over the growing girth. But the surprise of that plunge into the sensitive nerves of his body, and the force it ground down against the nearby feminine sex, brought a sharp cry of pleasure to the silver furred boy. His spine craned backwards, his ears pried back against his head as he felt his cunt shiver. The fluids dripping from his loins practically gushed from his untouched sex, his eyes clenching shut as he added one more level of humiliation to this whole thing from being brought to climax from his ass being pounded!

And it was only made worse by the fact that his vulpine brother obviously picked up on the orgasm rolling over his brother’s body. Radulf’s attempt at hiding away his shame in the pillow sadly caught short by the hand his sibling had on the bed head shifting down to grasp his neck by the collar. His hand yanked back, forcing his head to pry back as far as that leash would let him - even as his hips still pounded that thick dick into the folf’s ass, stretching his entrance with that growing knot. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, pet,” he growled with the anticipation of his own building release, even as Radulf squirmed against the hold of that knot. 

“I know that your cunt hungers for my cock, especially when it’s pressed so close to your needy sex,” his words rang clear despite the moans and grunts of animalistic pleasure rolling from Radulf’s lips. While Crevan might have expected some rebuttal or begging plea to answer his taunt, all he got was the half-kitsune’s whimpers as his body was already being forced towards a second climax thanks to that familiar, throbbing shaft fucking his ass.

“Just… Just…” he eventually managed, rolling between breaths and forced out with exasperated moans everytime his sibling’s loins slapped home with a soft thud. “God, just let me feel your cum,” he finally whimpered, his head lowering as far as he could manage with his collar being held. The poor folf couldn’t take anymore, his body was cresting that second point of climax, and he knew that his brother’s shaft was nearing its limit as well thanks to the eager throbs pressing against his clenching walls.

“Hmm, as you wish, my pet…” he added one more tease, but fortunately what mercy Radulf had prayed for was answered. His amber-furred sibling didn’t drag out this tortuous fucking, his pace quickening with his own urges rather than slowing to that steady rut that could keep him going for several minutes more. His hand released the folf’s collar, letting his head bury itself back into the pillow to silence the eager pants and groans which rolled out from his chest. His entire mind dedicated itself to just focusing on the sensation of his innards stretched around that masculine tool, feeling the tri-lobed knot swelling within his depths. His own body wasn’t much farther behind his sibling’s with his second climax, his jaw hanging open against the pillow and drooling onto the torn fabric, eyes half-lidded as the noises rolling from his throat grew more desperate despite his worn, tired frame.

And then his brother played one last trick. Rather than slamming home to knot like he would he would, leaving the two tied together, his brother instead plucked his length out from his ass entirely as those lobes neared the point of no return. The sudden yank and plop of thick, half-engorged knot brought a sudden yelp of pain and bliss from the poor hybrid’s body, as his body convulsed in one final release. His sweaty frame straining against the binds on his frame, as his clenching sex gave one more shudder - leaving his feminine juices dripping from his lips gush onto the damp pool of their fluids collecting between their legs. Poor Radulf couldn’t even bring himself to beg against the action as he savored the release. All he had the strength to do was glance to the side, and look up at that ominous, vulpine prick standing at near release in the air.

He watched, with a small whimper as he saw his brother’s hands work over that shaft, squeezing the throbbing knot which swelled against his attention. His ass clenched over the missing pillar of flesh that had been ravaging it for the past several seconds, watching as those heavy, fertile balls finally started to twitch with their release. The most the exhausted, heat-gripped cuntboy could manage was to flick his tongue out over his lips, hoping for some of that rich, fertile seed to splatter onto his face and tongue, as the first hot ropes sailed through the air and splattered onto his silver fur - marking his pathetic frame with the dominant kitsune’s musky scent. His brother’s balls quivering with every thick rope of spunk they pumped through that shaft. Radulf’s helpless yellow eyes watched each drop of vulpine kit batter hungrily, dreamily wishing it had found itself pumped straight into his womb, rather than being wasted on his fur.

The heavy cream spread its own warmth onto the flushed, fevered body of the boy. Its musky strands seeping into the silver hairs and dripping over his frame as he squirmed against the restrictive bonds of his frame. His sibling had made damn sure to humiliate him with every pump of those balls, however, as one sticky strand of vulpine cum splattered from his clenching lips and over his stretched sphincter. The warmth of that rich cream so close ensured that he couldn’t settle down, and as several other strands landed across his frame, at least one managed to paint a streak of vulpine white over his lips and face. At least it was close enough for the hybrid’s tongue to tentatively slip forward, lapping up the rich seed as its scent wafted thickly onto his nostrils.

“There… That’s a good boy,” Crevan rumbled, staring down as his now spent shaft hung within his paws. Those blue, taunting eyes admiring every inch of his brother’s crippled and bound frame, watching his tired features squirm pathetically with what energy he had left. That burning need within his loins still unsated, but now in no position to do anything about it as he breathed in the musky scent of his brother’s fertile cream now painting his features.

But, despite the taunt, Radulf could only manage a pathetic, begging whimper, looking up at his brother with almost feral-inclined eyes. That burning desire was growing worse with every second he breathed in his brother’s rich cum, leaving him to desperately cling to any possible way he could get the boy’s cock to take his feminine sex. Whatever love he hoped his brother had for him surely would give him that much comfort. He even pulled on whatever desperate energy and willpower he had to wag his cum-dripping ass in front of his brother, showing off the seed smeared lips. “Please..?” he offered with a small whimper.

“Don’t worry… I’ll be back to give you my kits,” he spoke, a pleased grin on his black lips as he shifted onto the bed. “You begged so cutely after all… Perhaps tomorrow I’ll be back when your heat should be at its height…”

The words sent Radulf’s eyes wide, he couldn’t wait for tomorrow! His need brought his bound body to shift and squirm in place, shifting himself inch by inch to crawl towards his brother’s frame in some pathetic attempt at getting what he needed. But, all he got for the trouble was one more level of torture as his brother grasped his head as it neared, and smeared his musky, cum-smeared cock onto his brother’s silver snout. At once the boy’s nostrils were blinded by that musky scent, leaving Radulf panting with need as he could no longer smell even his own desperate scent - only the inviting, fertile smell of the fox boy’s cum that now painted his face.

“Don’t worry dear brother, I wouldn’t want you to get anyone else’s kits while I’m away. So I’ll keep you in those straps until I get back…” those words barely registered in Radulf’s mind as he fell into a listless daze thanks to the potent scent rolling through his mind. All he could manage was one last, begging look towards his naked brother as the dominant fox slipped off the bed. The lad’s vulpine tail twitching to and fro with a happy cant, his bright blue, shimmering eyes glancing back to grab one last, appreciative look at the figure still presented thanks to the position his brother was bound in…

And then he stepped beyond the door, locking it behind him to trap his brother with his infuriating heat and humiliating position for his return… However well the boy’s mind would suffer through the wait though was a happy little surprise that the fox boy looked forward to finding out upon his return in the evening...