A good week (Ajjaran)

 https://www.furaffinity.net/view/20149364/

Part 1!

Kayden sighed to himself, hunching his shoulders and settling down on his corner of the hard wood bench. He drew his phone out of his pocket, allowing FurBook to distract him from the soccer match playing out before him. He was only here because of his jock brother and would much rather have been at home studying for a pop quiz his professor had announced last week, but the university team’s water/laundry/ general errand boy had broken his leg the night before and Kayden had owed the older Doberman big time. He was almost as surprised at Ray for not telling his parents about his internet history, as Ray was to discover his brother was gay, being as their family was fairly conservative.

The crowd roared, and a quick glance up allowed him to surmise that his brother had scored, as the sports senior had lifted his jersey over his head to flash his cobblestone abs at the doe-eyes bimbos in the stands. Blushing, the young Dobie shifted on the bench, nervously glancing at the cheering team members beside him. His brother had freaked out a little when he’d found out about his sexuality, but Ray had calmed down when Kayden had reassured him that he didn’t want to fuck him; he didn’t need to know about all the times he’d snuck his gear from the laundry.
His phone buzzed in his hand, drawing his attention to a message from his friend Saul. The two had been best friends since preschool, and it was the lizard revealing his sexuality while they were at high school was what had eventually helped Kayden accept his own sexuality. They had been practically inseparable since then, confiding many of their secrets and fantasies to each other, but Saul had been offered a scholarship at an American college and had moved away. They still kept in touch regularly, sharing their exploits, research and even some more ‘intimate’ moments via Skype, but recently Saul had been fairly quiet.
With a smile the Dobie opened up the messenger app on his phone, frowning as he read the short message, which simply read ‘It worked!’

He scrolled back over their previous messages, struggling to recall what they’d been discussing over the noise of the crowd. After a few minutes he’d found enough to spark his memory; they’d been discussing a long-term fantasy of theirs of hypnotising the meat-head bully from high school, a burly tiger called Rick who’d gone out of his way to torment the two scrawny teenagers whenever he saw them, and making him humiliate himself. They had mostly been reminiscing, but they’d tossed around some ideas based on Saul’s biochemistry research and Kayden’s technical knowledge from his Media and Technology course. But the tiger in question was, much to Kayden’s discomfort, sat just a couple spaces away, chatting to some vapid blonde who wasn’t even trying to hide her staring at his massive biceps.

‘??’ he sent back, casting a glance at the meathead.

‘I tried what you said! It worked!!’

‘What? How?’ he couldn’t see how the stuff they’d worked out could have actually worked, especially given the distance involved and the macho, self-assured nature the tiger was still obviously displaying.

‘Those files you sent me. They really worked.’

‘Uhhh… you sure about that, dude? I mean, I’m looking right at him now and he ain’t exactly mincing…’

‘I tried them over here. Remember that Fox I mentioned?’

‘What? The swimmer? I thought you said he was a nice guy?’

‘He is! Even nicer now… I gotta run to class dude but check your emails! Laters!’

He shrugged and glanced at the clock at the top of the screen. The match was almost over, thank God, and he had a few minutes before the players trudged off the field. He slipped off the bench and wandered towards the lockers, opening his emails as he went.

‘Kyle!

I tried out your files like I said, and after a little tweaking they worked better than we’d imagined! Check out the first video, but don’t watch others!! They’re copies of the files I used, I’ve labelled them based on what they do, but they’ll take a few seconds to start. You’ll know when.

Saul xx ‘

Scrolling down, he saw a small collection of attachments, titled stuff like ‘Rapid Induction’ and ‘Deepener.' Idly he began to fish iced water from a cooler, tapping the first attachment, labelled ‘foxy.' After a couple of seconds of buffering, his phone beeped three times and a video began to play.

Kayden froze, staring at the phone clenched in a now slightly shaky paw. A skinny-toned grey fox was kneeling in front of a bed, his body limp, and a vacant expression on his face.

“Go on, foxy…” Kayden recognised Saul’s voice, and he could detect the barely suppressed excitement in his voice.

“Yes, Sir…” the fox droned in a monotone, raising his head to expose a black leather collar around his neck. “I’m a good boy… I need to be a good boy for you… gotta kneel like a good boy…”

“And who am I?”

“My Master…”
“And what do you want to do now, foxy?” a pause as the fox shivered, a look of adoration entering his eyes.

“Whatever... you want me to,” he panted.

“Cum.”

Kayden jumped, frantically trying to turn down the volume on his phone as the fox began to moan, a large dark patch spreading over the tight jockstrap he was wearing.
“Hooooly shit…” he gasped as a familiar green rump entered the frame, and then the screen went blank. Either this was an elaborate prank, or Saul had succeeded in doing something they’d never seriously entertained. Not only that, but he’d gone beyond anything they’d ever dreamed of. He wasn’t sure he approved, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the idea, just a little.

He flinched as the door to the pitch crashed opened, hastily stuffing his phone back into his pocket as the clatter of many booted footpaws echoed around him. He grabbed the tray of bottles he’d been laying out and turned around, blushing as he got an eye full of the topless German Sheppard leading the team back. He was thankful for the dark fur on his cheeks, which hid his flush from the hunk well enough. He just prayed none of them looked down, because he was struggling to keep his erection under control around so much raw sweat and testosterone. Ray was the last one to claim a drink, and he patted his brother on the shoulder as he passed, giving him a roguish wink and making his pectorals dance as he swigged from the bottle.

“Thanks, bro” he gasped, tossing the empty bottle over Kayden’s head to land neatly in the trash can behind him before trudging off to join the team.
It transpired that his brother’s team hadn’t won, but most of the players seemed agree that it was because the referee was biased, or at least that was what he picked up while he was weaving between the semi-naked jocks, collecting their shirts and other gear. This was the one part of the job he’d been looking forwards to, and his paws shook with barely suppressed energy as he worked, remembering again all the times he’d spent huffing his brother’s gear after practice. It wasn’t entirely a coincidence that it was his brother’s gear he collected last.

The team themselves weren’t all that long in the locker room, most of them all too eager to get off to the post game drinks their captain had organised, and Kayden soon found himself alone, left to put away the water supplies, take care of the laundry, clean up any detritus and to leave a report on the coach’s desk about what else needed doing.
He’d just taken the water cooler back into the coach’s office when he realised, he was alone, and he froze in the doorway. He took a deep breath, exhaling shakily as he took in the musk-tainted air. His erection hadn’t gone down for the past hour.

He stole over to the end of the lockers, peering around them. Ray had left his bag and cleats on the bench, probably assuming he’d take them home with him, but otherwise the aisle was pretty much empty aside from a stray sock he’d missed.
Glancing furtively around, he grabbed the sock and pressed the wet fabric to his muzzle, taking a deep breath and barely surprising a moan as he took in the concentrated feline musk of the team’s other striker, Kai, a lithe lion and the only cat on the team. He shuddered and slipped the tube sock into his pocket before slinking over to locker room’s main doors. Again, he survey the area carefully before he was satisfied that he wouldn’t be disturbed.

He trotted back over to the coach’s office and retrieved the basket he’d used to collect the player’s gear earlier, huffing slightly as he carried it over to the bench between the lockers. It wasn’t heavy but was a bit too large for its purpose and so a little awkward to lug about.
He set it on the bench, rummaging in it for a few moments before emerging with his prize, his brother’s game-worn socks and jockstrap and Kai’s other sock. His length throbbed almost painfully as he examined them, and after a moments deliberation he stashed the leonine’s sock with its companion and stuffed his brother’s socks into his cleats before lifting the damp jockstrap to his nose.

There it was.
That familiar scent, fresher than he’d ever had the opportunity to sample before.

He couldn’t suppress his moan this time.

It was long, loud and filled with need, trailing off into a hungry whine.

He snuffled loudly at the pouch of fabric, frantically pawing at his groin as he struggled to free his length. He paused as his rod sprang free. He’d found another scent. There was more than sweat and musk here…

Jizz…?

He cracked his eyes open a fraction and shuddered as he saw a stain on the pouch… looks like his brother wasn’t quite so ‘pure’ as their mother believed. He smiled to himself; he’d wanted to do this for so long.

His broad tongue wet his lips; he could feel his meat bouncing at the prospect of tasting his brother.

He froze, tongue half extended. A door had just thumped shut; he was sure of it.

He cocked his head, listening intently. Yes! The soft padding of bare paws on tile.

Shit! The showers! He hadn’t thought to check them. He had maybe 5 seconds before whoever it was came into the room and saw him right in their view.
Panic! He frantically shoved his length back into his pants, tossing the jockstrap on to the bench and scrambling back. He just needed to make it to the coach’s office, and he’d be alright. He could compose himself and make it look innocent.

CLANG!

Or he could elbow the locker behind him.

“Hello?” a familiar voice echoed from the doorway to the showers. Kayden froze again, eyes fixed on the silhouette beneath the wooden frame. The angular ears and perfect frame confirmed what he’d feared. “Kayden..?”

Desperately the younger Dobie shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, panic spiking as his paws brushed the stolen socks.

“H-hey bro” he managed weakly, straightening up as he turned to face Ray. His paw found his phone, and a desperate idea began to form in his head. It could never work…

“You ok? I thought I heard… what’re you doing?” the older dog paused a few steps away, and Kayden was painfully aware that only a white towel was covering his otherwise bare and glistening form.

“I missed a few things… came to pick ‘em up but I opened something on my phone… thought you were going with the guys?” Operating almost solely on muscle memory he fiddled with his phone in his pocket, opening his emails.

“You know mom doesn’t like us drinking. I went for a quick run to cool down. Issat my jock?? Bro, what the-“

Kayden’s phone beeped, and he swung it up desperately, half expecting it to fly from his sweating palm.

The effect was instant, and Ray froze as if he’d been slapped. He slumped forwards slightly, taking a couple of steps on uncertain legs as his eyes widened, reflecting vibrant flashes of colour blazing from the small screen.

Kayden took a step closer to his brother, struggling to make his shaking legs obey him. He didn’t dare lower the screen until he was certain the ‘Rapid Induction’ file had finished playing. His erection was gone by now, though his heart was still racing with fear.

For a full 5 minutes he stood almost stock still, his fear gradually being replaced by a thrill as his brother’s body became ever limper, his eyes ever more vacant. Only Ray’s groin broke the trend, a large bulge under the towel revealing a side effect of the video.

The phone beeped again.

“Induction complete” it chirped, then went black.

“R-Ray?” he whispered, taking a step closer to the towering jock

“Yu-uuhhhh?” he groaned, a thin streamer of drool escaping his muzzle to mat his already damp chest fur; otherwise, he barely reacted.

“Hoooley shit… it does work…? Stand on one leg”

The big dog obeyed sluggishly, straightening up just enough to balance himself as he lifted one massive, muscled leg. Despite his limpness, he managed to maintain his balance perfectly.

“Bark.” Kayden found himself speaking a little more confidently now, reassured that his brother’s body seemed to know what to do, even if he mind was running in idle. Immediately Ray began to let out deep, loud, throaty barks, the vacant expression replaced by a harsh snarl.

How far could he take this…?

“Stop!” he had to shout to be heard over his brother’s impressive vocalisations, which instantly died away. “T-take off your towel!” he barked, feeling the familiar shakes of excitement raking his form as the zonked canine instantly dropped the towel. He smiled as his brother simply slumped back over, forcing the tip of his impressive length into the crevasses of his tight abs.

That far, apparently.

“Kneel” He commanded, freeing his rapidly hardening length again as the Adonis before him sank to his knees. He glanced briefly at the gear he’d left on the bench. He had the real thing before him, practically begging to be used, he didn’t need to try and stealthily huff his gear now.

A wicked thought formed in his head, and he grabbed Ray’s socks and jock from where he’d left them before crossing the distance to his brother. The canine’s muzzle was still at roughly elbow height even while he knelt, and Kayden pressed the filthy socks to his muzzle. To his mild surprise the big dog squirmed slightly, looking almost like he was fighting with his own will to pull away.

“Hold them there” he churred down the closest pointed ear, and he couldn’t suppress another shiver as his brothers big, strong hands briefly closed over his own, pressing the fabric to his own nose. “Take a deep breath bro… smell your socks”.

Ray hesitated again, but he didn’t try to pull back this time, and after a brief moment Kayden heard him take a long, deep breath followed by a barely audible whine of displeasure. Kayden looked down from the jock strap he’d been holding to his own muzzle, lapping at his brother’s cum stain hungrily as he stroked his pointed length right in front of Ray’s face. He cocked his head and considered the kneeling male before him.

“What’s wrong bro… don’t you like sniffing undies?”

“Yu-huh…” came the slightly muffled reply “Panties…”

He hadn’t actually expected a response, especially that. Ray always seemed to be the good conservative kid, sports star, gentleman, hard worker. He’d never thought of him having kinks. Somehow Kayden had thought the stud had avoided that sort of thing entirely, though now he realised that, with a body like his, that was ridiculously short sighted.

“Well, these are better than panties, don’t you think so?” he was fiddling with his phone again, opening up the ‘Deepener’ file as he spoke. He had an idea of how to use the videos now he knew what they did, after all he’d come up with the original idea.

“Nuuhhh” his brother groaned, immediately taking another deep breath anyway.

“They are, Ray. They’re full of sweat and musk, and that shows how hard you’ve worked. Don’t you want to prove how hard you’ve worked?” Despite his discomfort, he could have sworn Ray’s chest puffed up in pride as he answered with a slurred “Yuusss”

“Hold this” the young Dobie murred down his brother’s ear, handing him his phone and gently catching the socks as the zonked dog complied a little faster than expected. He slipped his much-coveted jockstrap over the bigger dog’s head, trapping the socks beneath the pouch of the underwear and taking a step back. As he passed, he tapped the screen on his phone, nodding as the phone began to beep again.

“Watch the video, Ray… and take deep breaths…”

“Yesss… Master…” Ray gasped, trailing off in to a muffled groan as fresh, more intense bursts of colour began to flood his mind.

“You work hard, Ray… you want people to acknowledge that…” Kayden whispered, pressing his muzzle right up against his tranced brother’s ear. He’d found his avenue of attack, it was no secret that Ray, the star striker, the pure, sculpted Adonis, hungered for approval, to be the best and to be appreciated for it. Kiaden should know, he’d seen it almost every day for 19 years.

“Now I know you work hard… but do you?” He rested a paw on the solid muscle of his brother’s heaving chest, stroking the damp fur gently “Breathe deep… Take in your musk… Accept it… You know what it means, don’t you?” the big dog shook his head a fraction of an inch, wide eyes never leaving the screen before his face. “It means you’re a good jock-pup,” the younger dog supplied “Who works hard. I can help you recognise that, even if no one else will… If you let me…”

Muffled ascent from the trapped muzzle, though Kayden was sure Ray hadn’t even tried to form a coherent word this time. The colours reflecting off the jock’s eyes were particularly intense now, and it was going to be pointless trying to implant any further suggestions. He’d managed to get just enough in before the programme really started to blitz his mind, now he just had to wait.

Until then, he had the brother he’d long fantasised about kneeling naked before him, sweaty and gross after a full afternoon of sport. He could think of worse ways to spend the time.
He smirked to himself, kneeling next to him and burying his muzzle into his cavernous, musky pit.

The next half hour was a bit of a blur for Kayden, but he was impressed with the discipline his brother displayed, even as he was mind-fucked. No matter where Kayden’s hungry muzzle went, Ray didn’t so much as flinch, even when he turned his attention to the Dobie’s full balls, drinking in the musk of the alpha jock eagerly.

He distinctly remembered the moment he’d turned his attention to the iron-hard pole that had been dripping on his head while he worked, reverently lapping up the thick juices and slurping on the thick salty meat before him. He’d only returned his attention to the big dog’s face when he heard his phone beep again.

The programming was complete.

Ray’s eyes were vacant, his expression a curious mixture of blank and blissful.

He removed the gear from his muzzle, releasing a low groan and thick streams of dog spit. He smirked as the Dobie whimpered, attempting to follow the gear that had repulsed him earlier.

“Did you like that, Jock-pup?”

“Yess, Master.” It was almost a monotone, but there was definite lust in the athlete’s voice.

“I have an even better musk for you to acknowledge… would you like that?”

“Yesss.” the Dobie hissed. His length was throbbing beneath him, a strand of precum stretching from its pointed tip to the floor below

“…If you’re going to be a good Jock-pup… what’ll you do for it?”

“Anything…” the big dog’s voice was barely more than a whisper now, his chest was already heaving as he quested for the scent that would top even his own. He found it soon enough, hard and rubbery and very, very warm.

“Well, alright… Here’s what we’re going to do…”

Two weeks later
Kayden smiled as he heard the loud knock on the front door. He glanced at his phone. 6 pm, exactly 2 hours after his mother had left for a girl’s holiday and exactly when he had specified. Dad was back on deployment, having left the day after the big game, the boys were on a break from studies and the house was as good as empty.

He lifted his muzzle from the massive paw before him, giving its slick pads a quick lick as he peered over the splayed tan toes, up along the tree trunk leg and past the almost vertical prick to Ray’s face, obscured by one of the various used pieces of gear he was huffing, saved from one of his many games and practises. It was a shame he hadn’t figured out how to make his brother become a musk-hungry slut sooner, the sight never failed to make his heart skip a beat in excitement.

He stood, and instantly the big dog’s face was clear, puppy eyes searching his master’s face for input.
“Keep going, Jock-pup. I’ll be right back.” he chided the zonked dog. He’d been experimenting with kee
ping him under longer and longer with the use of trigger words, and he was pleased to note that the response was instant now, Ray’s muzzle burrowing into the sweaty fabric with renewed vigour. It was as if the pup wanted to prove he could do the job even without his brother’s guidance.

Kayden slipped on some loose pants as he watched his brother return to worshipping his own used jockstrap. He took his time to get down the stairs, glancing at his reflection in the floor length mirror on the landing. Maybe loose pants weren’t the best idea, but let them look, he didn’t care.

By the time he opened the door, they were turning to leave, struggling with the big cardboard box.

“Hey! Sorry!” he yelped, reaching out to steady the box as the muscled tiger behind it lost his footing.

“Whatever. Sign here.” the tiger said, plonking the box on the porch and tossing a clip board with a pen on top.

“Oh, hey Rick...” the Dobie grunted, signing and passing clipboard back. The tiger didn’t answer, just raised an eyebrow as he took in the bulge in his pants and headed back to his van. He thought he heard him mutter “fag” under his breath as he went but shrugged and ignored it. He stood and watched the tiger go, contemplating what he and Saul had talked about almost a month ago. He grabbed a key from the rack next to the door, using it to cut the packing tape as the truck pulled away, flipping open the box. He could bring it through the door, but he didn’t need the box.

Reaching inside he produced two pairs of scuffed, rugged tan combat boots and tucked them back behind the door, and about 10 sealed plastic baggies filled with socks, jocks and underwear.
He smiled, dad had gotten his e-mail, then, and it looked like his bunk mate had gotten caught by it too…

He murred, popping open one of the baggies, retrieving the socks from inside and taking a quick whiff.

Equine.

He’d always liked the look of that buff stallion in his dad’s photos.

“Jock-pup,” he called, slipping on the socks and larger pair of boots. Heavy footfalls heralded the arrival of his naked Adonis.

“Take these upstairs… its playtime.”

He smirked as the big dog stooped to collect the packages, revealing a frantically wagging tail. He could tell the Dobie was thinking exactly what he was thinking. He grabbed the box and took it to the trash, loving the feel of the sodden fabric enclosing his paws as he went.

A grin split his face as he turned and saw Ray already back and kneeling in the doorway.

It was going to be a good week.