“I’m so boooooored.” Trace said, laying across the foot of his bed, kicking his feet and lounging around.
 
“Well then do something you stupid idiot.” Said his older brother Ray, who was getting quite annoyed with Trace doing nothing and complaining about not having anything to do. “The suns out, you got your phone, the computer, you even have school work to finish like I do.”
 
Trace just rolled his eyes and mocked him, “I knooowwww I have that stuff, but it won’t make me not bored.”
 
“Well fine then, do whatever you want, just leave me out of it.” Ray said, “I have enough distractions and you doing nothing but being one isn’t helping me out.” The older brother got back to his work and turned his ear buds up all the way, trying to drown out the sounds around him.
 
Trace kept lounging; looking for something to snap himself out of the immense boredom he was feeling. Suddenly, his eyes caught the Ping-Pong table in the corner of the room. “Hey Jay!” He said, to no response. “Bro!” He tried again, but still he had no luck. Trace went up to him and called his name again, but to no avail. He noticed however that Ray’s grip on his pencil was getting tighter, so he knew that he was hearing him. Maybe he just can’t hear what I’m saying; it’s those headphones that are stopping me! He thought, grabbing at his older brothers earbuds and yanking them out.
 
Suddenly Jay snapped over, a crazed anger in his eye, “WHAT? What could you possibly want that is so important?”
 
“I figured out a way that will stop me from being bored!”
 
It took all the strength that Jay possessed to put on a face that was half-caring, and even more strength to not strangle his little brother in that instant. “Well, what is it?”
 
A smile came over Trace’s face as he said, “Lets play a few games of Ping-Pong! You need a break from all that studying, and then you can play with your younger brother that you love so very much!”
 
“Oh that sounds like a lot of fun, no.” Jay said, turning his head back to his work, and grabbing his fallen ear bud.
 
“Wait!” Trace said, desperate for his brother to play with him. “I’ll do anything, I’ll make a bet? You like betting stuff right?”
 
“I like finishing my stuff on time, Trace,” Jay said, very obviously getting more aggravated by the minute “so I want you to scram before I make it so that won’t be able to annoy me anymore.”
 
“See! I know I can get you to do a bet! If you win the best of 3 then I wont bother you for the rest of the week!” Trace said, tail wagging behind him as he thought he just came up with the best idea ever.
 
Jay just kept working and rolled his eyes, “You’ve said that multiple times, and every time you have not kept your end of the deal. Air Hockey, Pool, you name it, you’ve made that same bet for it. You know the old saying, fool me once sha-”
 
“Ok then what about this,” Trace interrupted, “I win, you have to stop working and play with me whenever I want. An-”
 
“And you if you win big bro you can eat me up and shut my annoying trap for fucking good.” Jay mockingly interrupted, never taking his eyes off of his paper.
 
Trace was silent for a bit after the sarcastic comment, not like he knew it was sarcastic. After a good minute of thinking, he said, “Deal.”
 
Jay lifted an eyebrow and looked at Trace, “Deal to what?”
 
“You made the bet, if I win I can make you play with me anytime I want, and if you win you get to eat me and make me shut up.” Trace said in his giddy voice, excited to play Ping-Pong with his brother.
 
Jay shook his head in response to that, having his ears flop back and forth. “You don’t understand, I said eat. As in * Boom! * gone.”


“Yea like a sandwich or a snack. Something like that.” Trace said laughing at the absurdity of the comment.
 
“You know what?” Jay said, finished with the constant interruptions, “You got a deal, give me a paddle.”
 
The two brothers set themselves up at opposite ends of the table, neither of them was particularly experienced with the sport, but they both knew how to have fun at the end of the day. Well, except when one was trying to do work and the other wouldn’t leave them alone. After an intense Rock, Paper, Scissors game Trace ended up with the serve, which he smacked right past his older brother, hitting off the edge of the table and scoring him the first point. Each of Trace’s serves from then on consisted of that, winning each set of points without fail.
 
Jay expected him to fail at least once, but his little brother was consistent, never whiffing a shot. The game went into extra points as they kept going back and forth near the end; both needed to beat their opponent by two. Finally Jay slipped up on his shot and rocketed the ball past his brother’s side, losing the first game.
 
Trace jumped up and down with pure joy in his eyes, “I just beat you big bro! One more game and you won’t have to do that dumb homework anymore!”
 
Jay was getting angry, “That’s not that fucking works, and all you can do is that one serve.” Trace just mocked him, saying that he was still the winner. “We’ll see about that.” Jay snapped back, getting ready to serve for the next game.
 
Just like clockwork, once Jay won the first two, and Trace won whenever it was his turn to serve, Trace was back to his old tricks. Jay lost many volleys trying to figure out a way to nullify that, leading them back into overtime territory. As always, Jay kept getting up by one, then his brother would beat him on the serve the next volley. This time was different, Jay knew where the ball was going, and hit the ball right when it touched his table, knocking it right over the net, sealing the game in favor for him!
 
Jay didn’t gloat, he just wanted to finish the game and get back to writing his papers, studying for his classes, and he needed the time so he wouldn’t fail.
 
It seemed like the one serve was pure luck for Jay, as they both got in the old swing of things, trading points each time they switched serves. Trace kept trying to taunt his brother into making a mistake, annoying the hell out of him and smacking his paddle on the end of the table. Jay’s eye started to twitch and out of rage he slammed the ball off of one of his younger brother’s serves, hitting his paddle right as he slapped it off the table, giving Jay the point and putting him in the lead. It went like how the previous games went however, each person waiting for the other to flinch in overtime.
 
A devious plot got in Jay’s head, a plan on how to beat his younger brother using his own tactics. Up by one, Jay thought, Hell, I got nothing to lose, and decided to try it. Right before Trace served the ball Jay smashed his paddle on his end of the table, startling Trace and causing him to fail on the serve, giving match point of game three to Jay!
 
“That’s cheap you meanie!” Yelled Trace, who then started pouting and throwing a fit on the other side.
 
Jay just laughed and started to walk away, saying, “Go along Trace you lost, now let me stud- OW! FUCK!” Trace’s paddle slapped him in the face, interrupting his victory speech. The older brother reached to his face and felt a twinge of pain, and warmth. He pulled his hand back and saw the tips of his fingers with red on them. He saw his brother heading for the door and yelled, “Stop right there you piece of shit.”
 
Trace was still throwing a fit pouting, “You won I’ll leave, you made me shut up, just like you said.”
 
Jay walked over to his younger brother and shoved him to the ground and shutting the door to their room. “No, you said that if I win the best two out of three, I get to finally shut you up for good. I was just going to let you go, but you really dug yourself a deep hole with this.” he said, pointing to the gash that was leaking blood from his right cheek. “I don’t know if I can actually eat you, but I swear to god I’m going to try my damn best, now strip, clothes off.”
 
“Whoa bro… I’m sorry I’m just going to go, I promise I won’t stop you from working on that homework again.” Trace said, trying to get up, but being shoved back down by his brother.
 
Jay didn’t stop looking at his brother during this whole thing. “You made the bet bro, now it’s time for you to pay up. Now like I said before, CLOTHES OFF!”
 
Trace started to sniffle while he took his clothes off in front of his older brother, rightfully scared about what was going to happen to him. He winced when he felt Jay get closer to him, taking in a deep breath and smelling his brother from head to toe.
 
Jay grabbed at his brother’s face, slamming his quivering muzzle shut and started to lick him, savoring the taste of his brother before he got rid of him once and for all. He started at his brother’s feet, licking on his heel and sucking on one of the toes before heading up his legs. He licked the inside of Trace’s legs, jumping back and forth between them until he saw fit.
 
Now he was right up at his little brother’s crotch, his unmistakably annoying scent was the strongest right here. He lifted Trace’s sack in the air and put the two orbs in his mouth, trying to suck all the air out of his mouth and push down on them. Trace yelped out, surprised from the weird feeling he was experiencing, not like he would ever have to think about them again. Jay spat them out and went up just a bit higher to his small sheath. This time he looked Trace right in the eyes as he pinched the small bit of flesh with his hands and slowly worked his tongue down into it. Jay felt the small member deep inside there, touching his mouth. Too bad he’ll never use it. He thought to himself.
 
Jay gave his brother a long, uninterrupted lick going up his torso, starting at his belly button and finishing right at the base of his neck. With his free hand, Jay grabbed one of his brother’s arms and lifted it up, burying his face deep into his younger brothers armpit and taking in the aroma. The pure, raw smell of Trace was able to keep Jay from backing down and quitting right there, he just smelled too appetizing.
 
Finished with the teasing, Jay let go of his brothers muzzle and pushed him further to the ground, now almost on top of him.
 
The quivering younger brother spoke up, “S-s-so we’re do-done right?”
 
Jay smiled back at Trace, “We are far from it, and you need to stop moving back, so we can get this over with. You don’t want to give me a tummy ache right?”
 
Trace shut his eyes, trying to hold back his emotions from overflowing, “You really wouldn’t? You won’t eat me right?” he pleaded, hoping for an answer that would let him live.
 
He didn’t get what he wanted though, as Jay was now directly over him at this point, maw gaping open and dripping saliva down onto his meal. Slowly, Jay grabbed one of Trace’s ears and pulled him forward, close to his mouth. His whining cries turning into desperate pleas as he felt the top of his head enter his brother’s mouth. Nothing could stop Jay now, now amount of struggling would free his brother from his inescapable fate.
 
Closer and closer, Trace was being pulled into his older brother’s throat, soon his vision was cut off once Jay swallowed down, getting the skull halfway down. Trace squirmed, threw his arms and legs around, trying to stop what was happening to him, but the effort didn’t do anything to stop Jay, who could easily overpower him.
 
Jay gulped down once more, now pinning his brother’s shoulders at his sides, stopping any vocal protest for good as his face was squeezed around the thick neck muscles. Another swallow left his brother, only to be dangling by his legs. Jay wished to keep him there longer, but they slid in very nicely with Trace’s insufferable squirming.
 
Trace’s surroundings quickly compressed around him, his screaming face pressed up against his brother’s belly button. He tried to punch his way out, slapping his hand across Jay’s belly, yelling for help. He felt warm liquid start to pool at his midsize and sting, making him feel dizzy and tired, he knew that if he couldn’t get out here he never would. The thought of who was doing this to him, the betrayal from his own brother was the only thought in his mind while his struggle weakened.
 
Jay kept sitting on the floor, getting immense pleasure from his brother fighting for his life inside of him. Jay was now laying on the floor, back against the room’s walls and thought of how much better his life was going to be now that his insufferable brother won’t be there to annoy him anymore. The taste of his fearful body still lingered on his lips, he regretted, if only for a moment that he didn’t do this earlier.
 
He saw his brothers face push against his belly, mouth agape and screaming for help to stop what was happening to him. Jay only laughed and pushed back at him, smacking his brother right in his little nose. Only about an hour later, Jay felt the struggles from his brother start to die down as the digestive juices broke his spirit and him apart. The soothing churning of his belly breaking down Trace lulled him to a deep sleep.
 
Jay slept for a long time, only waking up from his deep slumber with his father yelling at him to get up, asking him where his brother is. The golden retriever patted his belly and let out a loud belch, surprising himself with how loud and how long that lasted. He looked down and his belly was a little bulgy, small bones and pieces of Trace visible from his abdomen. It was quite a miracle that his father didn’t put two and two together.
 
“Where the hell is Trace, both of you will be late to dinner if you both don’t make it down now!” Yelled his father
 
“Well, the thing is,” Jay said, wondering how to break this news to him, “little Trace lost a bet, and right now he’s umm, getting punished.”
 
“Well just make sure he’s ready for dinner.” Jay’s father said before leaving, shutting the door behind him.
 
A smile crept up over his face as he let out another belch, “Oh don’t worry,” he said to himself, “I will.” Jay moved himself up, feeling his half-digested brother move around inside of him. “We will be down in just a second.”