A summer’s heat

by A.B.Oasis   

An eager 18-year-old awaits the day he’ll enter his first rut like his dad and brother before him. It’s a shame that he’ll never hit that rut, the house’s A/C broke, and he doesn’t immediately know how well his dad and brother will treat him.

Alan scrolled the Alpha forums as sweat stuck his Packtown High Wrestling shirt to his chest as the summer’s heat sweltered. According to his dad the house A/C’s repairman was scheduled to come tomorrow, but that couldn’t be any sooner. Alan continued to scroll through the forums of various Alphas telling their stories of when they hit their first rut; with their lovers, teachers, and even their family. 

That was the truth of it in this life: may it be an alpha or omega, their pheromones were irresistible when it was the time, their heats and ruts had such a strong pull that only a very few could resist and once one’s pulled in by such an allure, they’re trapped. Alan was a late bloomer at the age of 18 in a family bloodline filled to the brim with Alphas. A scrawny boy for his age, he couldn’t wait to have the Alpha in him awaken. His brother hit his first rut when he was 15 and bulked up faster than any other alpha in his grade. Like his older brother was before his first rut, Alan was the best for his 145-pound weight class and toned with lean muscle yet barely a hair on his 5’ 3” body, if he wasn’t so good in his sport, he’d be the joke of his team.

Alan continued to scroll through wishful thinking as the sweat dripped down his face, his window opened out of desperation for his room to be at least slightly cooler with a breeze, and the fan on his desk turned off as it only seemed to blow hot air on him. The drenched boy grew parched and reached for his water bottle only to find it empty. “Sigh… I wish the summer would end, why does it have to be so damn hot out.” Grabbing his water bottle he walked downstairs to the kitchen, as he passed through the living room he couldn’t help but notice the stench and looked over at the culprit. His big brother, Max.

Max was a very lucky man when his teammate went into heat mid-practice, his resulting rut and bulk led to him joining the varsity squad with the rest of the alphas on the team. Now at 26 years old, he lives with Magnus, his alpha dad, and younger brother Alan. When he isn’t busy running his gym or working out at it, he’s either at home drinking while gaming or plunging deep into whatever beta unfortunate enough to be near him when he enters his monthly rut or an omega lucky to enter heat next to the virile man. But at this moment, he lay on the couch in his muscle tank and jockstrap, every body part spread out to air out as much as possible.

Alan’s face scrunched up at the smell. “Dude you need to shower, you fucking reek of B.O,” the annoyed Alan chided as he took a quick glance at the half-naked man lounging on the couch with hands behind his head. He lazily lay there with no response for his little brother but a smug smile. Alan scoffed and continued his journey to the kitchen where started to fill his water bottle at the fridge. The fridge was slow to fill his bottle, giving Alan time to realize that the scent was in this room too, it stunk but the more he smelled it he could almost find himself starting to believe it had some good quality to it. He couldn’t tell if he was losing it so he took quick sniffs to try and truly get a proper smell. It smelled like any type of musk but he started to slowly make out little things that he could tell was his brother. He continued to try to smell but cold water trickled over Alan’s hand and brought him back to reality. 

“Shit,” Alan uttered under his breath as he reached for the closest towel but instantly felt it was already wet. As he moved it to use the only remaining dry part to wipe his bottle off, the smell in the room only grew stronger, the realization hit Alan and filled him with disgust as he shouted, “Max, stop using the fucking towel to clean your cum off of your latest fuck buddy. It’s fucking gross. We get it, you have sex.” Alan angrily put the lid on his bottle, and stormed out of the kitchen before running face-first into a wall of sweat-drenched flesh and cloth. The source of the musk flooded his nose. He’d almost welcome the scent if he wasn’t so annoyed. Pushing himself off, Alan fell back and landed on his ass, forcing him to look up at his brother, who had a sheen of sweat on his tanned face and skin with his sweat-drenched muscle tank only barely big enough to fit on his built body.

For some reason, Alan’s eyes couldn’t look away as he was actually noticing what his brother’s body was like, that while only 5’ 9”, was packed to the brim with muscles, biceps bigger than his neck, his soft beer belly’s happy trail slightly revealed from underneath the muscle tank wrapped around his gut and massive hair covered pecs. All of this being supported by an equally thick ass with two hairy trunks of thighs and swollen calves. His jock only served to support his thick cock and heavy balls but its failing mesh led nothing to the imagina—

“Hey buddy, you okay? You don’t look too good.” 

Alan snapped back into the present and looked up at his older brother and met his eyes with his brother’s inspecting eyes. “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just trying to escape your scent, you’re stinking up the place. Fucking shower!” 

Max held out his hand with a face of concern for his little bro, who, with disdain, grabbed his bigger brother’s hand. His hand disappeared from sight as Max’s hand suddenly clenched and pulled Alan up at a breakneck speed.

Before Alan realized, he was face deep into his brother’s chest as arms tightly wrapped around him, his nose firmly in the hairy musk of Max’s chest. Max softly swayed Alan from side to side as he spoke with a mockingly sweet tone, “Awww, I don’t smell that bad do I? None of my ‘fuckbuddies’ ever complain so I can’t really tell. What do you think little guy.” 

Alan swung his arms in a pathetic attempt to escape the grasp of the sweaty wrestler. In his struggle he also found himself fighting for any type of clean air as any attempt flooded his nose with the stench of musk that seemed to only grow increasingly pleasant with each breath taken. Alan’s fight began to lessen as he started to feel weaker, he gave a muffled plea as the sweat from his brother’s shirt smothered his face. “Stop, I’m starting to feel lightheaded.” 

Max relented and pulled his little brother from his chest; looking down at the boy he saw the little guy’s eyes staring into a haze of confusion as his face was slightly red and drenched in a combination of sweat that was his own and his much bigger brother’s. Alan softly drooped in Max’s hands as he then softly uttered, “You fucking ass, are you trying to suffocate me? I feel weak now thanks to you. Also you’re not helping this heat, your chest is a furnace. Last thing I need is every bit of moisture stripped from me. My face still feels hot from being trapped.” 

Max lightly tightened his grip. “Sounds like heat stroke. Here, li’l bro, let’s go to my room. I should have some stuff that can help in there and make the heat feel better.”

Max softly guided Alan to his bedroom and sat him down on his bed. Scents assaulted Alan’s nose as Max stood in front of him. Cupping Alan’s face by the chin, Max pulled the confused boy’s gaze up until their eyes met. Examining the boy’s eyes, Max then reached into his nightstand and poured a white liquid into a small cup and handed it to Alan. “Here, drink this. It should help ease the nausea and dehydration from the heat.” Alan had issues with how cocky his brother could be but was happy he cared. He drank the medicine in one go, it tingling on the way down as Max started a sentence he practiced many times. “Did you know little bro, that it doesn’t matter who the omega is, an alpha’s scent is so strong that it can even surpass natural resistances that an omega may have and even be more potent after breaking that barrier and inducing a heat so severe it can make them insatiable. It even works the other way around too, believe it or not… Fuck it couldn’t be any hotter in here.” Max peeled his drenched tank top over his head, balled it up and dropped it onto Alan’s lap. 

Looking down at the wet shirt on his lap, what it meant began to slowly set in as his head quickly snapped up with a look of confused shock. “No, I-I-I can’t be. That’s bullshit! I can’t be an omega, you and Dad are Alphas. That can’t be possible! I just haven’t gone into a rut yet.” 

“And you never will, li’l bro, you’re a late bloomer for sure but after a certain age it’s not a question of which but when. You never got that sweet natural bulk like me, you’re still just a little twink. But that’s not a bad thing, a lot of alphas like that in their omegas. It’ll all be easier when you accept it.”

Alan searched for a joke but Max’s eyes only showed cutting honesty, the fact set in deeper to Alan as he struggled to realize what was happening with increasing difficulty. “Wait, is that why the A/C’s busted? Did you break that just to get me to realize that and go into heat? What was that medicine you gave me?” 

Max chuckled and looked down, shaking his head. With the eye contact broken, Alan started to look down towards the sweat-soaked muscle tank in his lap but his glance was instantly distracted by the raging boner bulging only a foot in front of him. Max stopped chuckling as he lifted Alan’s face again, and through a cocky smile, he continued, “I told Dad the A/C never had to be broken! You’ve been giving off pheromones for days, he only insisted on speeding the process along. And you don’t gotta worry, li’l bro, the ‘medicine’ I gave you just helps you transition into your first heat easier as the first heat is always the most taxing on the omega.” Max grabbed his bulge and slightly bounced it as he winked. “And truth be told, li’l bro, I went into a rut this morning and ever since I’ve been fighting the urge to descend into it and plow your brains out. I’ve been jacking off everywhere, spreading my scent because I can’t stop, li’l bro. I need to fuck you deep and breed you like the cute omega you are.”

The brother’s scent suddenly became overbearing for Alan as the warmth from the brother’s homemade ‘medicine’ grew increasingly intoxicating, so much about this was wrong. The truth upset Alan as he didn’t want to be an omega, he wanted to be an alpha so his father would be proud of him, so that he wouldn’t have to take so much bullshit from his brother, so that he would be able to be the top of his wrestling team and tower over any opponent. 

Observing Alan’s panic, Max spoke: “You don’t have to worry though, li’l bro, me and Dad have been waiting for an opportunity like this. Waiting for you, little brother.” 

The words started to carry weight as the heat within him finally started to awaken, but he hated it. He looked down at the shirt in his lap as he remained in denial. “But I’m not an omega, I’m supposed to be an alpha, like you. This can’t be possible, you’re just fucking with me!” 

Max let out a restrained chuckle. “I promise you I’m not fucking with you. Besides that, little buddy, just be happy that you’re going into heat here and not at practice. They would impregnate you the moment they smelled your scent and not give you a break until each one of them was satisfied.”

“What makes it any different with you? Don’t you have a fuck buddy on speed dial? Why does it have to be you that gets me pregnant instead of them?!” Max tightened his grip on Alan, fighting every urge to give into his rut. “That’s the best part buddy, Alphas can’t get blood-related Omegas pregnant. I’m the best thing any Omega could ask for, and you’re the best thing I could ask for, an amazing fuck with zero risk.”

Alan looked down at the sweat-soaked shirt in his hands. “Zero risk,” he uttered trying to convince himself as he brought it up to his face and exhaled before softly, and deeply, breathing in. His eyes closed as the smell of his brother’s musk burned, his heart slowly pounding harder and faster as the burning in his nostrils began to overtake the warmth that existed in his body, its fire bringing every sense of his to life. Pleasure and the need to be pleased began to overtake every part of his need for anything else. He exhaled once more, ready to breathe in the ecstasy that he knew awaited him. He started to inhale once again with an increased passion, only for the scent to suddenly grow distant. His hands grabbed air and his eyes shot open and to see his brother holding the shirt above him. The omega shot up from the bed and reached for the shirt with desperation as the alpha standing above him tossed it away. “Give it back!,” the boy exclaimed as he grabbed the air where the shirt used to be. Max caught his little brother mid air and threw him back on the bed. Alan quickly tried to get back up but Max was even quicker to straddle the newly awakened omega.

Alan sat up and struggled to escape but his lower body was locked between the tree trunks that were his brother’s legs. Max wrapped one of his arms around his brother’s torso and pulled him close as he took his other hand and softly gripped his younger brother’s hair, and pulled it back so he could look the little guy in the eyes. Alan’s eyes were filled with yearning as he heavily panted from the struggle. “For someone who doesn’t want to be an Omega, you sure seem to be enjoying it so far.”

“…Fuck off,” Alan exclaimed with what strength he could, his face betraying the front of anger he always had up. “Awww, don’t worry little guy. You won’t need to hide your pleasure from me.”

Max cupped the back of the eager boy’s head and brought it to his hairy and sweaty chest, the boy gave slight hesitation but couldn’t keep himself from getting another passionate smell of the man’s musk, the scent’s familiar burn dug the claws of lust even deeper into his brain as every thought began to melt deeper into the raw need for the alpha in front of him. His mouth began to hang agape, tongue out panting as his sweat no longer helped with the immense burning from inside. Max no longer needed to hold his little brother close as there was nothing that could tear them apart. Alan continued to savor every whiff of his brother as his mind continued to fall further into lust.

The scent quickly became not enough as Alan began to lick the sweat off of his brother’s chest. Each drop of sweaty ambrosia sent sparks through his brain as Max started to flex his pecs. “Hell yeah bro, get every drop for me. Here, try this.” The alpha pulled the omega’s head back and flexed his bicep, his back muscles bulging with them as they met with his triceps at his armpit. His armpit hair was soaked with sweat and quickly filled the air with an irresistible aroma. Max didn’t have to say another word before Alan buried his face in the Alpha’s pit. Amused, Max then said, “Again, I just gotta say, li’l bro. For a guy that pretended he didn’t want this, it seems the only person you fooled there was yourself buddy.” Alan shot a cutting glance at his brother as he made out with his armpit. “Aww, don’t give me that look. You’re the one who’s lapping at my armpit like a dog. I might as well call you my pup now.” 

Alan growled before biting down on the armpit hair and gave a hard tug in retaliation. Max winced. “Ow! I guess I still need to train you, huh? You obviously aren’t breathing enough of me in, you need to take a moment and get the real taste of what an Alpha is and learn your place!” Max locked his arm around Alan’s head and pulled him tightly into his armpit, trapping the pup’s nose and mouth in the bush of hair and sweat. With no resemblance of clean air, pure hot musk filled Alan’s nose. “Good boy, take me in. That’s a good boy, be my puppy.”

Alan’s struggle was weak as his effort quickened his breathing, causing a hot feeling of desire to rush through him like a flood. Each crashing wave magnified the hungry lust within as any last hints of shame disappeared, and he started to realize that all he really needed right now was Max. Max knew he was going into heat, he knew that them being brothers was wrong too but that didn’t matter if he was going to treat him right, and that he’d fuck him better than anyone else. His cock was huge and him doing this would make their daddy happy. Maybe him being an omega was a great thing cause then he’d really be able to feel the love his brother wants to give and maybe even get to serve his daddy. He’d be able to carry the weight and feel full of their care. He’d be able to feel the best pleasure he’d ever get and never worry about a thing ever again. He was foolish to push his brother away cause no one knew how to treat him better. He now knew, more than anything, that he needed his brother.

Alan looked up at his alpha brother with lustful hungry eyes as he grabbed hold of the throbbing cock straddling his shallow cleavage. Max lightened his grip as he observed the boy. “There’s my dog, will you be an obedient pup for me boy?” he strongly asked as he pet Alan, who responded with a look that could kill if it wasn’t from a face so flushed with lust, while he needed his brother, he didn’t need his bullshit. “What’s with that look, little bro? You gotta trust the master of sex and have fun with this. Trust me.” Max pushed his little pup back and moved until his thighs were on both sides of the dog’s head. “Here you go, lick away,” Max grabbed his sweaty cock from his jockstrap and dropped it on his little bro’s face, its heavy weight making a resounding slap as it landed.

Alan’s eyes crossed just to look at the cock and began to trace its sweaty veins with his tongue. The boy continued his fervorous lapping as his eyes took his brother in. The alpha’s heavy chest slowly rose and fell as wet droplets rolled down his dark sweat sweat-laden hair. His heavy breathing only accentuated how big his pecs truly were as they hung over his slight beer belly. Alan’s eyes traveled further up to see Max looking down at him with his jaw hung slightly open, his heavy breathing only growing more ragged as his eyes grew increasingly intense with an all-new level of lust. Through heavy panting, Max drooled as he spoke. “That old man… He’ll have to enjoy you a different time…I’ve held off my rut for as long as I could’ve…your heat is only getting stronger pup…and I have no choice but to give in… your cute body… I’m going to fuck your cute body so good… you’re gonna beg me to get you pregnant as I fill you whole with my cum and stuff my knot so deep that our old man will have to use every bit of strength he got to separate us.”

Max got off of Alan, stood at the side of his bed and pointed at the floor. “Now get down here and kneel.” Only seconds passed as the boy was quick to make his way to the floor, kneeling and looking up to his brother with excited anticipation. “Good boy, now open wide, I got something big for you,” Max commanded as he grasped his cock. Alan’s desperation showed as he complied, his mouth hanging open as Max grabbed a handful of the boy’s hair and brought his cock close, its swollen head already beginning to leak as it throbbed, pulsed and exuded a scent even stronger than before. 

The musk-drunk boy impatiently whined and made a continuous effort to wrap his lips around the thick cock in front of him but stayed restrained under his brother’s grasp. Alan in his lovesick haze uttered softly, “Max… please… I need it… I need you.” 

Max crouched down until he was at eye level with his little brother. “More than anything?” 

Alan nodded. “Anything.” 

Max reached behind Alan, their faces now only inches apart. “Willing to do anything?”

“Anything.” 

Max’s hand grasped an item on his nightstand, his other hand now caressing the back of Alan’s head. “Willing to be anything?” 

Alan thought for a second and decided. “…Anything.” 

Max brought the dog collar from his nightstand and secured it around Alan’s neck, the collar made a soft jingling sound as the dog tag with Alan’s name hung from the collar. Max then softly spoke. “Good, then be a good dog for me. Okay, boy?”

“Okay.” 

Max attached the leash to the boy’s collar. “Good boy, now bark for me.” The boy leaped up and let out a proud bark. “Now sit.” The boy sat and Max softly traced the boy’s soft lips with his thumb. “Now show your brother how much you love him like the good boy you are.”

Soft lips joined to his as the two began to kiss, but its tenderness only lasted so long as their kisses grew increasingly passionate. Their tongues tasted the other’s saliva, feeding into each other as the alpha’s saliva pulled the attention of the omega, and the taste of the omega’s saliva boosted the alpha’s rut as it kicked Max’s heart into overdrive and caused his cock to grow increasingly hard and even thicken beyond a point he didn’t think possible. Every muscle in him started to burn with the passionate desire to rut into whatever possible as they slightly grew in mass. 

A growl emanated from Max’s throat as he stood back up to tower over his brother with a new fire in his eyes as he grasped his pulsating cock and shoved it into the omega’s mouth, the boy letting out a soft moan as it quickly filled his mouth. Its precum coated his tongue, leaving a trail of ecstasy as its base reached his lips, its sweaty bush giving off an even stronger scent. The warmth of his brother’s cock was pleasing to the touch as its pulse softly pounded on his tongue. The bittersweet flavor soaked into his taste buds, comforting the omega. Its soft satisfaction was a drug to the boy, leaving each eager part of him only temporarily satisfied as he found himself wanting, and only craving for more.

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