Dom's Little Black Book: Pupping Out Down Under (Patreon)

I love traveling. Of course, it’s not something I’ve been able to do very much of recently, but when I could, I took full advantage. I’m going to tell you about the time  I took my first international flight in decades - to Australia. In addition to just wanting to visit this beautiful country, I had someone special there I wanted to see, my little brother.

Not my actual little brother, mind you. I mean little brother in the kink sense. Like a daddy and son dynamic, but instead we are big brother/little brother. So lots of teasing, joking around, and “bullying” going on between us.

And by bullying, I mean bullying his ass with my dick.

My little bro is cute, tall, furry, lanky, awkward-like-a-puppy-who’s-too-big-for-his-own-body, adorable otter of a boy. I had known him for a couple of years at that point. We met online, initially through third person, and we bonded instantly. We talked all the time (still do), told each other everything (also still do), and as I was pleased to confirm during my visit, are intensely sexually compatible (and still are).

It had been a few days since I arrived (plenty more to tell you about later), and the two of us were relaxing in the small apartment I had rented, content to just enjoy each other’s company for the day. We were, of course, wearing only our jocks, as we had been doing whenever we were alone during my stay.

With my overactive libido, it didn’t take much for us to frequently end up in bed together. Bed not actually required. My little bro has quite the talented mouth, and an even more accommodating hole, and I made sure to make use of them whenever the mood struck me. He was more than happy to help his big brother out.

We’re in the living room on the couch when I felt a familiar stirring in my loins. Turning to my unsuspecting little brother, I slip a hand under his thigh, aiming straight for his hole. As my finger hits my target, I lead in to kiss him, a deep moan escaping his mouth as his extremely sensitive hole is played with. I learned very quickly that it doesn’t take much to get him going, at least with me.

I keep on teasing his hole with my fingers while we make out on the couch. Spitting on them briefly to slick them up, I slide them up and down his hole. Every sensation causes my little brother to squirm and jolt as he whimpers into my mouth. I bite at his lips as I gently press my fingertips inside of him. Soon I need a lot more than just fingers, so I stand and pull him up with me, and lead him to the bedroom.

Pushing him down onto the mattress, I quickly settle behind him, going face first for the hole I just got done teasing open. A loud moan escapes my little brother, his face buried in a pillow as I lick long, slow swaths across his hole. Spreading him open with both hands, I dive in as far as I’m able, pushing my tongue inside him. I tongue fuck him slowly, but firmly, as he writhes on the bed, ass in the air and clutching a pillow to his face.

What happens next will require a little bit of preface. As most of my readers know, I by and large consider myself to be a dom top. I enjoy (and think I’m quite good at) dominating and fucking subby bottom boys. But that’s not all there is about me or all I like. A couple of times in past stories I have written about being on the sub side of things with the right person. Similarly, albeit still different from that, I also identify as a pup. I wouldn’t necessarily consider this aspect of myself submissive, though it’s certainly possible. I largely consider myself an independent pup - a gamma pup, as opposed to an alpha or beta, is a term I’ve taken to using - desiring my freedoms far too much to be willing to agree to be collared by most other doms. When I do interact with others, that side of myself is able to adapt to the role that is needed of me. If someone needs to step up and be in charge, I’m there, but I’m also just as happy to defer to another pup or a handler if the situation calls for it. Not saying it couldn’t happen, just saying that even when I’m a pup, I’m still a dom top.

My little brother is one of a few people I have shared my pup side with. I can feel some familiar feelings coming up as we tumble on the bed - a propensity for growling and biting, a desire to remain non-verbal. I’ve never actually gone into pup mode with another person like this... Let’s see where this goes.

I continue my rimming, gradually getting rougher, licking larger stripes and biting at his cheeks. I growl loudly as I bury my face in his backside. My little brother can only moan and writhe, struggling to keep even the most basic coherent thought in his mind. When I’ve had my fill, I lick and bite my way up his back until most of his body is covered with my own. I growl into his ear, letting out a small bark and nudge his head towards the nightstand with the lube on it, hoping he can figure out what I am asking for.

“What is it big bro?” my little brother asks.

“Ruff,” I bark in response, again nudging him towards the lube.

After that exchange, he seems to understand what’s going to happen. His puppy of a big brother is going to fuck him like a bitch. Literally.

He grabs the tube of lube, my body still covering his, and squeezes some into his hand. Then he reaches underneath and behind himself for my cock, grabbing and slicking it well from base to tip. He wipes the rest on his own hole before returning the lube to the nightstand.

Nuzzling the back of his neck, I attempt to aim my cock at his hole, unsuccessfully trying to mount him. Reaching back underneath, he grabs my cock a second time, this time helping guide it into his hole as I press forward again. Gasping when my head pops through his ring, he can only groan as I continue to sink the remaining seven inches of my cock inside of him to the hilt, not stopping until I’m completely bottomed out.

I give little bro a moment to adjust to his anal intruder, nuzzling and licking his neck and shoulders. Once his breathing levels out, I give my first tentative thrust forward, and am rewarded with a moan and him pressing back to meet me. I pull my hips back and then push forward again, although at this angle it feels more like I’m fucking down into him. My cock is aimed down and forward - pointed directly at his prostate, which lets me put all my weight into every thrust.

It doesn’t take long for the fuck to get intense. We haven’t changed positions once and I have no intention of doing so now. My little bro is doing everything he can to stay on all fours, but each time my cock scrapes over his prostate he squirms. I fuck him harder than I have the entire trip, thinking only of the tight hole wrapped around my cock and how much I want to dump my load in it. If it were possible, I’d knot him here and now.

As my orgasm approaches, I lose a little bit of my rhythm. My hips can’t help but slam forward erratically, pounding my little bro’s poor hole even harder. I wrap my arms around him as I bite into his shoulder, growling as my cock explodes. Continuing to try and enter him even further, he finally collapses under my weight, with me following after.

We lay there and catch our breaths, my cock still stretching him open, sweat dripping off the both of us. I nuzzle and kiss at his shoulder, especially the angry red marks my teeth left.

“Thank you, big bro, for sharing that side of you with me,” he tells me as he reaches a hand back to scratch my hair.

I can only return a small and exhausted “woof.” This pup needs a nap.