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woof read my rentry - mdni

notes for those who care

my first epi-centered writing (linked is the only true definition i’ve gotten a page for). it’s a concept that i really need to shake out of my head before i spiral out of control.

if you have my knottever alt and have been keeping up with the high rants i did you’ll know that me developing this kink has been extremely shocking lol. considering my history with the topic. i'm dealing with a LOT of crazy emotions right now expecially related with this topic and honestly it's strange to cope with. so i figured the best way to go about it

sorry if this is wordy or doesn’t make any sense at all. this was meant to be an oc blurb for ao3. but i got too into the idea and was too excited to actually sit down and write fic lol. so i’m in the middle of a weird psychosis and i want to get out all of my disgusting thoughts.

big brother that, no matter how hard he’s tried for years on end, just can’t seem to get a girlfriend. he’s almost 20 now and it hasn’t gotten any better.

big brother that, since he first got unrestricted access to the internet, coped with it in the only way he knew how. he broke his own mind spending hours a day looking at porn. sometimes to the point of doomscrolling. sometimes not even jerking off. just watching because there was nothing else better to do at the time.

until little brother came into the picture, big brother used to be a lot of things.

a great student with decent grades, definitely not hard on the eyes, and as straight as a board.

at least two of those things changed within the year he got his computer for christmas. grades tanking, but “preferences” seemingly expanding.

it’s often said when you become addicted, that you only sink further. in the case of empty tissue boxes being your only hobby, the only option you really have is to get worse. eventually the stuff you like isn’t good enough anymore. you click down rabbit holes that get progressively more hardcore until you can’t stand it and go borderline illegal. by that point you’re beyond saving.

and big brother was definitely far beyond saving.

little brother really had no idea. barely through the 3rd grade. he thought big brother was always this cold, always this socially unresponsive. he never understood why big brother’s gaze would linger too long on his skin. his legs. thighs. almost predatory. he never understood why big brother’s room was off limits.

and he definitely never understood the noises he’d stay up late at night playing on his tablet, which he’d hidden from mom who thought he was sleeping. loud breathing it sounded like. gasping. and something else. little brother always wanted to get up and check on big bro, but every time he tried big brother would turn the light off and pretend to be asleep.

big brother didn’t mean for it to happen.

big brother needed somebody to blame. somebody to take his anger out on. truthfully speaking his friend count began dwindling. there weren’t many people in real life you could simply walk up to and talk about your so called past-time. it was degenerate. not even his parents held out much hope for him.

little brother, however, knew nothing of the sort. he had no way to know about such things. he was perfect for the job.

big brother who decides to carry through with his plan of breaking his little brother down in the same way he was broken. spending more time with him day to day. watching tv with him, and taking notes of the characters he fixates on. keeping a mental note for "later endeavors". getting handsy with little bro. grabbing his thigh. squeezing. running his hands around.

after about a week of taking notes big bro decided it was time. sitting with little brother on the couch, finishing one of his favorite movies. something stupid. attention fading in and out. making the decision to go forward with it. big brother whips out his phone and unlocks it, with the screen opening to the web browser immediately. little brother watching with confusion as big bro types in some words. the weird flutter in his tummy from big bro's hands on his legs already had him feeling strange. a new sensation he wasn't quite familiar with.

big brother who pulls up porn to show little brother, palming the boy through his pajama pants as his barely-notable cock twitched at the sensations. little bro dazed and confused by the weird feeling. big bro guiding little bro's hand to his pants to mimic the same motion; both palming each other.

big brother directing little brother's focus back to the phone. the pictures- videos- all of it. some of it even containing characters little bro likes! or even… real boys… that little bro had never thought to think of before.

big bro deciding that little bro needs to know how to handle himself. he's old enough now right? this has to happen. taking little bro's tiny dick out of his pants and fondling it around. the boy yelping at the feeling. new and foreign yet not unwanted. big bro shoving the phone screen into little bro's face while pumping little bro's cock. hand moving faster in time with what he's seeing. the younger boy's face contorting with overstimulation. rutting into big bro's hand.

big bro not being able to take it. unzipping his own pants and stroking himself, whilst instructing little bro on what to do. see what i did with my hand to you just then? why don't you try it now? yeah? just like that… whispering quietly so mom and dad can't hear. big bro teaching little bro the best ways to get off. showing him his favorite porn. telling him his disgusting fantasies he hadn't been able to share with anyone else. little bro was the perfect toy to break down.

big brother that raids the alcohol cabinet with little brother while the parents are away. grabbing the strongest stuff they have just to try it out. not that it takes too much to get drunk. and he can totally get drunk elsewhere. but being home alone is the perfect time to do the thing he’d actually been looking forward to.

telling little brother that they’re going to play a game. a game they can’t tell mom and dad about.

bartender!

big brother tells little brother that he needs someone to pour the shots and give them to him. little brother trying his best to pour them as fast as big brother’s downing them. big brother drinking a lot. hands getting grabby. experimental grabbing.

then offering little brother a sip. just one shot. good job! now, be a big boy. take two! don’t you wanna be just like big bro? yeah? take a third!

three turns into five. to eight. to who knows. until the boy can’t talk without a hiccup and is heavy on the floor.

big brother that teases little brother about his completely useless dick. watching little bro writhe and squirm. big brother that refuses to touch such a pathetic little thing. big brother that refuses to let little bro touch himself either. little bro that ruts against big brother, desperate to cum, being teased for how desperate he is.

big brother that slides into little brother’s hole. full length filling him in one quick movement. big brother that tells little bro that his dick is so useless that he doesn’t deserve to have it touched. that if he really wants to cum, he has to do it the proper way for losers like him. he can only cum from having his hole violated.

big brother that’s been waiting for the perfect chance to finally use his little brother’s holes. big brother that’s been lusting after his younger brother for years. living in denial, the type of denial he can’t seem to keep pushing.

big brother who’s spent the week googling ways to keep little bro hooked on him. big brother that’s been asking sketchy forums for advice. big brother ordering pills and some other fun stuff off of a definitely illegal website. big brother downloading files. big brother choosing a perfect trigger phrase.

big brother who waits until after dinner, making chocolate milk for his little brother and slipping in the pill. little brother drinking the milk unknowingly. the effects of dizziness and derealisation slipping in quickly. the walls and ceiling warping. big brother that’s carries little brother to his room. big brother that instructs little brother to look at the computer screen, tilting his chin up.

the files big brother downloaded. supposedly were some sort of erotic hypnosis meant to put the sub in a constantly desperate state reserved towards one person. the effects are supposed to stay within the hypno-state, and then slowly after a few days of use, seep into conscious behavior. permanently warping the person of your choice into a willing victim who begs to feel you.

little brothers eyes getting heavy and blurry while staring at the spiral. big brother tilting little brothers head away and towards him, and uttering the phrase “good boy” with a snap of his fingers.

that snap. those words.

for some reason after hearing it, little brother slipped into an unconsciously hypnotized state. drooling while looking up at his big brother, who can’t seem to believe it actually worked.

big brother that fishes into his bag and pulls out a collar, leash, and tail plug. big brother that collars little brother. little brother who can’t seem to keep his hands off of big brother. his body radiating heat. his little cock strained against his boxers. a wet patch sprawled against the fabric. his face a deep red.

big brother that clips on the leash and flips little bro onto his back, slipping off the boxers and pushing inside his ass in one quick flush of the hips. burying himself inside of little brother. moving at a punishing pace. little brother that’s eyes are blown wide, left as a drooling, whining, moaning, overstimulated mess. cumming untouched just from being used. his useless cock bobbing against his stomach. still hard. still desperate. big brother that can’t believe how easy it is to turn his brother into a slut. big brother that floods little bro with cum and plugs him back up.

little brother that, for the upcoming week, can’t seem to stay away from his big brother. always wanting to sit near him, hang out with him, be in his room, have his hands on him. little brother that doesn’t know why until big brother says, “good boy”. big brother that weans little brother off of the pill and keeps him unconscious through the trigger word only. noticing that little brother is almost entirely broken.

incest , intox , dubcon , age gap , mind alteration

i keep having a reoccurring dream that i actually do have a dick and it’s small and useless and owner cages it up to stop be from humping the furniture and also to keep me from cumming & touching myself. the only way i can cum is through my boy hole being used. he also teases me with the fact that he “lost the key” just to see me writhe in fear (but he actually didn’t and he takes it off occasionally to edge me some more with his hands).

noncon , manipulation , full ownership , starvation/ana coaching , abuse

picking me up and throwing me around before lifting my legs and forcing them apart. i start kicking and screaming but he covers my mouth with his hand tightly. his hands are so big that it’s hard to breathe. i can’t breathe. he grabs the sweatpants im wearing and rips them off. pinning my leg down in the process as i try to kick him off.

whatever underwear im wearing is already soaked. he takes a hand and starts rubbing the outside of my underwear, teasing me through it before laughing about how stupid i am to believe i was safe. he’d been thinking about doing this since he first met me. he moves my underwear to the side. berating me for the slick mess. i wanted this, didn’t i?

he’d waste no time and shove it in, no adjusting either. my eyes would widen and my screams would stay muffled but it wouldn’t help. he’s not gentle either. or slow. i’m basically crying.

he lets go of my mouth and grabs my hips, slamming me onto his cock like i’m nothing more than a fleshlight. i don’t even have it in me to scream, it’s just meaningless babbling and crying now.

he asks where i want him to finish. i manage to muster a request for on the outside. he tells me i answered too slow and cums inside, watching my face go dark. my sweat turns cold. anything but that.

it started with me waiting at home for you to come back from work. sitting on the floor in front of the door, eyes waiting for the handle to turn.

i hear the familiar creak of the door and you step inside. of course i'm already jumping all over you. you quickly push me aside and reprimand me for being so jumpy when i know better than that. you make some sort of brief mention of my "special collar" but it flies over my dumb head. i can't comprehend big words like that.

you make your way to the couch and i already know what to do. i fetch you a glass of a drink and bring it to the coffee table. you take a few sips before telling me to get back to the crate so you can watch tv. i toddle my way over to the bedroom. all the way to the decently sized black metal crate, the metal jangling as i crawl inside to a pile of blankets.

i start to feel itchy almost. an itch i can't scratch. i start feeling tired and drowsy. i fall asleep in the cage before i realize what's happening. you step back into the bedroom and unlock the crate before pulling me out and pushing me onto the bed. laughing a bit about how easy it was to add sedatives to the new collar. you wait a few minutes and i wake up groggily, my clothes stripped off. i'm dazed and confused above everything.

you carefully explain in that condescending voice you do that you had a friend slip a homemade concoction of ground up substances into the resin while he made the collar. me wearing it affectively turned me completely docile and brainless. drowsy and unaware.