Until descriptions are added, I'll post the story here:
James was slow to regain consciousness at first, only making out the sounds of malicious cackling and jeering from worryingly familiar voices. Before he’d even managed to open his eyes that constant, throbbing soreness began to return to his body, reminding the midnight lycanroc that he’d been thrashed quite thoroughly not too long ago. Next to return to him was the realization that he couldn’t move his arms or legs, both having been tied together by simple but strong rope. As he slowly forced himself to open his eyes, the memories of what led to this predicament flooded back to him, especially as he became readjusted to the well hidden, rocky mountain outcropping he was currently stuck in.

The guild mission, that was what had brought him here. A job to clear out a particular rough and troublesome clan of Midnight Lycanroc bandits operating in the mountains. He’d snatched it up quickly since the canine thought he could handle a fight with his own kind. As it turned out, the clan was not only larger, but stronger than had been reported, with nearly double the members than the guild had anticipated. When James arrived he thought he’d snuck up on the entire clan, only to find out it was a mere half of them, and by then the others were returning right behind him. He and his little brother didn’t stand a chance-

CALEB! The Midnight’s eyes snapped open as he looked around rapidly for his little bro, who’d come with him to help. Luckily, his eyes quickly fell on the Midday Lycanroc, standing not far away, looking at him with a worried expression. James breathed a sigh of relief, though it was short lived, as he’d also noticed the bandits were in a ring around them, still laughing and taunting them, the rest of those memories beginning to flood back. After he’d been beaten near senseless, and his brother captured, he’d been raped, the returning soreness in the Midnight's ass making sure he remembered it. The entire clan had taken turns with him almost all day, until he’d passed out from exhaustion, forcing Caleb to watch the entire time. Hours and hours of ravaging, and the worst part was that despite the shame and embarrassment, and the burning of his battle wounds, he’d enjoyed it deep down…

That truth would come back to haunt him as he heard one of the bandits mutter something into his little brother’s ear, causing him to gasp turn a deep shade of red. James’ ears perked up as the rest of the bandits began to laugh sinisterly, tauntingly, and… were they placing bets?! The Midnight Lycanroc thrashed about helplessly in his bindings, having no clue what they’d just ordered but knowing it wouldn’t be good. A sharp threat of repercussion to his little brother stopped his feeble protest in its tracks though, and with a deep growl he calmed down, watching as Caleb gulped and padded closer to him, eyes staring down between his legs at his well-used ass. It was still drooling cum from the countless other Lycanrocs who'd had their way with him, arceus only knew just how many.

It didn’t take long before he learned what the bandit’s had told his little brother to do, as Caleb only hesitated a moment before the fear of being punished took over, and perhaps something else too, and he pressed his snout under his big brother's balls. The Midnight shuddered and went wide-eyed at the motion, realizing what was about to happen but powerless to have any say in it, able to do little more than raise his legs for the wolf, not wanting to get him in trouble. He shut his eyes tightly as he felt that soft, warm tongue trace up his tailhole, lapping up that messy seed. James whimpered softly, unable to help his own feelings towards the sight of and the sensations of his beloved little brother rimming him, cleaning up the cum left behind from the gangbang. He was surprised at how… intense the sensation was, how he could feel every lick and nuzzle. Caleb seemed almost curious, even pressing his tongue into his big brother's entrance, doing a surprisingly thorough job making sure he was well cleaned, while making the lycanroc squirm at the same time through the pleasure of it. A soft huff escaped James’ maw, and before he could stop it his cock was beginning to slide free from his fluffy sheathe throbbing and twitching in the open air, causing an uproar among the bandits. It took him a moment to realize this had been what they were betting on, and hoping for, whether or not he’d get hard over his own brother cleaning their cum from his tailhole.

He felt a hot wash of shame cover his entire body, another huff escaping his maw, eyes falling back to Caleb, still licking away… almost a little too eagerly perhaps. Who knew what the bandits would do knowing that they knew he was attracted to his brother, surely nothing good. But, they would get out of this eventually, they just needed one chance to escape, and at the very least this group seemed to have no interest in doing things that were particularly vile or evil. They just had to get through this together, no matter what it took… and probably have a long awkward conversation when they got home. Though, that thought was quickly cut off as he felt his brother's soft form against his, mounting him. James’ eyes snapped open, realizing he’d been so distracted by his own embarrassment that he hadn’t realized the rimming was over, and now it seemed the second part of the bandits order was about to begin. James and Caleb shared a look together, their expressions unreadable, unsure of what to make of each other, the ferals hard cock prodding his ass, ready to push itself in. The two shared a hot huff, James readying himself for the rutting Caleb was about to give him. Perhaps that that talk would take longer than expected...