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Aaron took a deep breath, fur bristling a bit as he looked up at the line of booths slowly. Ears fell back against his antlers as the elk mumbled quietly under his breath. College wasn't at all what he'd expected it to be. Studying wasn't that bad, he could manage that. The problem was everything else. After studying and homework and tests and... his daily cycle was waking up, going to classes, going back to the dorm, and then passing out. When he had a moment free to do something, he was at a complete loss for what to do. Seemed like everyone else already had friend groups and every event he went to, he felt like the odd one out.

Was kind of a miracle that he found Basil.

Though perhaps not entirely a miracle because he was the resident advisor. Being a senior and advisor meant that he was supposed to go out of his way to make newer students feel welcome. Nothing had made him stick around Aaron the way he did. The dragon seemingly happy to help out with the somewhat awkward elk. Coaxing him to go to things even if Aaron did still feel a little on the outside while people flocked to the more personable dragon.

Which is what brought him out here today. Eyes dancing up and down the booths that lined the main walk of the campus. Each one sporting a banner from their respective houses. Aaron looking over the frat houses and breathing out a thoughtful hum. Lots of choices, enough that it could readily paralyze someone who didn't know what they were looking for. he'd already done his research though and had a pretty good idea which house he wanted to join with. They weren't known for having a great many famous or exceptionally successful people that came from their hallowed halls. But that wasn't what was drawing him towards the Alpha Delta Omegas. Every single ADO he'd seen had been radiating confidence and charisma. If he could get into their frat then maybe he could learn that.

His pace slowed a little as he approached, looking over the guys that were hanging about the booth. Perhaps it was less to do with what he thought of himself and more of who he was. Each member seemed to have that rugged good looks, muscled, larger frame that he lacked. Not a single one was shorter than he, and Aaron was certain that some of them had biceps that weighed more than he did.

Couldn't change genetics, and those had been a bit cruel to him. The elk bull having a leaner build than most of his ilk. Lots of folks called him a twink, some teasing but many not. He was lean, antlers a bit stunted so they were short. Basil said they were cute, but he was one of the few that thought that.

Ears twitched back against his antlers as Aaron stalled out mere feet from the Alpha's stall. Elk twisting his head around to look at the others that lay nearby. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. There were a lot of other houses he could look at. Basil had recommended a few that he could look at, find some people with interests that were aligned with his.

But wasn't that the point of college? To push yourself beyond the boundaries and walls that you'd been behind for your entire life. Explore, adapt, learn more, find out who you really were. Couldn't do that if he joined a group of people who were the same as the ones he'd been around in high school. Just be a cycle of the same if he fell into that. Maybe, just maybe if he approached people outside of his comfort zone then he'd get to grow as a person? If all else fails then he could just fake his own death, assume a new name, and change schools.

Aaron wavered a bit, took a breath, and decided to just nut up and do it.

The elk heaved a sigh and wandered towards the booth. Looking over the guys who were chatting and cutting up with each other. One guy, a ruddy dragon, looked up as he approached. Fixing him with one of the hardest looks Aaron had ever experienced. That look alone was enough to drive the bull back a step. Ears falling flat against his scalp as he started to consider the other booths.

"Looking a bit lost there." The dragon crossed his arms, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he looked up and down the elk. Aaron knew him well. Clint, current head of the frat and owner of the scariest look the elk had seen in a while. "Or is that just a natural deer in the headlights look you've got, Prey?"

Ears fell back against his head, "Elk, not deer." His voice was low, barely even loud enough for the dragon to hear without leaning in towards him. Which only drove Aaron back another step, "And the term prey is..." His ears folded back as the dragon narrowed his eyes a bit more. Crossing arms over his broad chest as tail flicked behind him, "Offensive..."

Clint stepped even closer, looming over Aaron despite them being fairly close in height. A growl, felt more than heard, shook the elk as the frat-bro stepped in.

And clapped a hand on his shoulder, "Just joking with you, Bro." He roared a laugh and half-drug Aaron towards the booth, "So you looking for a frat to join? Well there's no worse one than the Alphas. We're not gonna get you into a great business or ensure you a great future. We'll get you drunk and get you laid though which is well worth it if you ask me." The coppery male tilted his head and flashed a toothy grin. "So, you interested in joining up?"

Well yeah, why else would he be there. Though he was still pretty nervous now, tail twitching as he tried to keep pace with the dragon that was nearly dragging him to the booth. "I was thinking about it. I mean, could certainly use a bit more of... well what you guys have?"

Clint's voice shook with his growled, "Confidence, courage, spirit, charisma, tenacity," his hand came down on the elk's backwith a clap, "and backbone?" Fingers brushing dangerously close to his rear.

Ears shot up as he nearly leapt right out of his pelt. "Yep!" came the yelp as Aaron shuffled away from the hand as best he could without insulting the dragon. Didn't want Clint and the others thinking thathe was an easy mark or someone that could be pushed around. Though he was doing a piss-poor job of that. "Just really looking for a place to hang out with some bros and all that swag."

"Ooh boy, looks like we've got a lot of work with you." Clint laughed and gave his shoulder a clap that nearly dropped the elk to his knees. "Don't worry, we've handled far worse." Both hands came to his shoulders. Clint steering him against the table, "Just sign the pledge and we can get started."

A smooth voice rolled up from behind him, "Wouldn't be so fast to sign that if I were you, Aaron." Clint's fingers tightened around the elk's shoulder as his voice dropped into a deeper growl. "Hello, Basil."

Fur bristled at the hold that the dragon had on him. Turning to look over his shoulder, he saw the eastern dragon standing behind him. Basil easily head and shoulders taller than he, several inches taller than even Clint's size. Though while the western dragon had more bulk and muscle to his form, Basil's form was leaner. The dragon bearing a set of antlers that made Aaron envious with the rather small set that he himself bore. Clint was dressed rather casually, jeans and a shirt that looked like it might have been a size too small. Fabric threatening to break around the size of his chest and biceps. Basil was dressed more cleanly. Khakis and a button down shirt bringing out the jade green of his eyes. Eyes which were glaring over the rim of his glasses at Clint.

The dragons moved closer, Aaron being turned by Clint's powerful grip on his shoulder. Basil's eyes flickered towards Aaron before locking gazes with Clint again. That low, throaty growl shook from the frat dragon, "Surprised to see you here. Thought you'd be holed up in the library or with Sharon again."

Shoulders squared slowly, "Didn't you hear? Sharon got her doctorate approved, moved upstate. We talked about it and decided to part as friends." Basil's head angled ever so slightly, "Though, I suppose you wouldn't have heard that. Not after how you two ended things." Basil reached up to comb his fingers through his whiskers, tossing them back over his shoulders as they fell forward. "Pity though because she's a really great girl when you're not objectifying her. Though the same tends to be true of all people really."

Now his eyes dropped to look at Aaron, expression softening in a smile. "Out looking for a frat to join, Hun?" There was that sweet smile but it didn't carry to his eyes like it usually did. "Pretty sure there's a lot better ones that you could join. Not that you you have to join a frat at all. Many people don't and are perfectly happy with it."

Clint's voice rumbled with his growl, "Yeah, can certainly go find a coffee shop, curl up with a mug of tea, and write whatever little drivel thing you are working on. Or," he leaned in and let his voice drop to a whisper, "You can find yourself balls deep in the hottest ass on campus while making all kinds of connections." Head lifted and curled to almost press against his other cheek, "You see, while we're not the guy that can get you what you want. We just know the guy who can."

Basil's eyes rolled so hard that Aaron was certain they were going to fall out of his head. The eastern dragon heaving a mighty sigh, "Or we can go back to my place. I just got a copy of Chapter 3 and I've been craving some Gorrianos." One of his delicate hands lifted as that smile flashed again, "Sound like a plan?"

The fingers on his shoulder tightened. Clint's growl lifting until Aaron was certain that his bones were going to shatter from the sheer force of the vibration. Then, the noise stopped and hand released. "Sounds like a pretty fucking good evening if you ask me." His hand dropped from Aaron's shoulder to give his ass a swat. Elk grunting in surprise as he was pushed forward, stumbling over his own feet. Though still noticing that something was slipped into his back pocket. "Having an event later, you can come by the frat house if you want. Or don't. See you around, Freshie." Clint waved and turned back to saunter to his booth.

Aaron's ears twitched and fell flat as he wandered up closer to Basil, looking at the other dragon before focusing on his friend. Basil's arm slowly sweeping over his shoulder and drawing him close. "I don't like him," Basil's voice was low, barely even a whisper. Touch light as he guided Aaron away from the commons and back to the dorms, "I swear, every time I see him I get the feeling he's up to something. Just can't shake the feeling that he and his frat are hiding something."

"Maybe they're just doing hazing?" Aaron offered up. Casting a curious glance back again before falling into step with the dragon. "I mean, every frat hazes and calls it something else."

Shoulders rolled, "Ehh, I'm not so sure about that myself." He turned to nuzzle the top of Aaron's head. Casting a quick look over his shoulder at the booths. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly, "Something about Clint always sets my whiskers on end." He voiced his own growl, the noise softer, almost sounding a bit like a chiming bell. The sound died off into a huff. Nuzzling gently as his tail lashed behind him, "So, what type of pizza would you like?"

Wasn't long before they were back in Basil's dorm. Being the resident advisor, a senior, and just sheer luck, he'd wound up without a roommate. The pair were stretched out in the dragon's bed, clothing discarded and tossed away for now. Plates laying on the bedside, mostly eaten slabs of deep-dish pizza covered the surface. Basil laying back with his eyes closed most of the way. Idly watching the movie as it played out, but most of his focus was on Aaron. More specifically Aaron's hands and what they were doing to his privates.

Aaron had his head laying on Basil's chest. Most of his attention focused on the dragon's member. Fingers gently coaxing and toying over the length. Hand gliding down to the base of the male's length. Sliding over his balls, weighing the lightly furred pouch in his fingers, then up again. Tenderly stroking the ridged belly of the cock. His entire focus devoted to how those fleshy parts would flare as he toyed them. Savoring the soft huffs from his partner as his fingers moved over the crown. Just letting them cradle the tip and lift it. Nearly purring as precum gathered on the tip. Glistening in the light from the tablet. Sounds of the movie so distant for the elk as he watched that trembling bead.

Don't ask him why or how, but it mesmerized him. It was like getting to play with a lava lamp, except not? Hard to explain really. He just knew that he loved watching how that cock pulsed and throbbed in his hands. And the taste?

The elk shifted against his draconic partner. His tongue gladly finding the head of the cock and the precum that made it glisten so. A moan started to drift from the bull as his tongue bathed the tip. Basil's flavor exploding across his senses. He didn't know what it was, but the dragon just seemed to taste so much better than every guy he'd been with. Rich, salty but not too much, sweet but not overpowering, musky but just the right levels. Everything about him was just... almost intoxicating in a way that he couldn't describe.

Aaron's moan cut off as he popped the cock into his maw. Huffing quietly as his head lowered. The thickness of the cock stretching his jaws just enough to make his lips start to sting. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to give his mouth a nice stretch. That right level that pressed his tongue down as he lowered his head. Taking the male right to the base, feeling how that tip only just pressed into his throat. Groaning low in his throat as his eyes narrowed with a breathy groan. Heart starting to hammer in his chest as he bobbed his head. Tongue bathing the member, coaxing another drop of precum into his mouth. Then another. Eagerly wanting more, craving what the dragon had to give him. Eyes rolling back as he let out breathy, deep huffs.

Ears folded back as he moaned. Squirming on the bed as he played with his dragon lover. Shivering as he felt the male's body thrumming with his purrs. Fingers combing through his hair. Soft touch only just tousling his hair and tracing the base of his ears and antlers. That gentle touch that encouraged the bull to bob his head faster over the length.

Breath coming in short huffs as he drove his long muzzle down the length. Feeling how it just barely crested the curve of his tongue. Throat tempting the cock to drive deeper. Driving his muzzle down until he could nuzzle the balls. Taking a deep breath of the male's scent.

A gentle touch drew him up. Maw popping off the cock with a heavy gasp. Aaron gazing at it with a lusty glimmer in his eyes. The fingers on his ears stroked, pulled gently, then slipped down. Quiet moans coming from the elk as he shifted on the bed. Curling onto his belly and lifting his rump while Basil shifted over him without a word.

Gripping a pillow, Aaron pulled it against his face. Quiet huffs coming from the bull as his hips lifted. Coaxed upwards by the dragon's gentle caress. Trembling in eager anticipation as the cock came down on his backside with a soft thump. He turned to watch as Basil smiled down at him. The lean dragon reared high, eyes almost seeming to glow in the room's low light as he fished out a condom. Casually rolling it over his cock and making sure it was firmly tucked into place. Lips parting just enough to let out a throaty rumble. Tucking the condom into place and hooking it so it wouldn't roll off. Something Basil was always careful about, even after Aaron said it'd be fine to go bareback.

Breath caught in his throat as the tip pressed to his rear. Tail trembling as the dragon leaned over him. Applying just a little bit of pressure. Rear clenching and trembling as the dragon rumbled a deep purr down at him. Rear trembling against the heavy length before feeling it start to push into him. He arched and let out a throaty moan, eyes rolling back as the cock was fed into his rear.

Oh god it was good. Rear lifting and tail trembling as his hips rocked back, eager to feel Basil buried balls deep into his rear. Basil's hand rested on the small of his back, petting gently as he crooned low in his throat, coaxing the elk to relax and wait. Something the bull was having a hard time doing as the member pressed deeper and deeper. Seeming to go on forever. Yet all too soon, he felt his partner's body pressed to his. Basil's lanky form almost curling against his as he leaned over. Lips planting a gentle kiss onto Aaron's cheek. Trailing down his neck as his body tucked over the elk's form.

His thrusts started out slow and steady. Rocking Aaron with those gentle bucks. Just barely even moving his cock within the elk, letting the male shudder and pants as he adjusted to the larger male's size within him. Rear arching and wiggling back into his partner with a low, sweet whimper. Shivering as he felt that sizable length pulsing within his rear.

No sooner had his body began to relax than Basil began to thrust. Each stroke coming faster than the last. Ridges flaring within the condom and whispering against the bull's insides. The sturdy protection keeping them somewhat restrained, but not so much that he couldn't feel them.

Sex with Basil had always been great. The dragon going at just the right pace and speed. Seeming to know just how to get Aaron riled up. They'd only just started and the elk was already moaning like a cow in season. Hips twitching up and back into his partner. Cock raging hard against his belly, pulsing with pent up need. Face buried into a pillow to muffle his pleasured groans. Feeling that bugle already starting to build. Short, breathy gasps bursting from his throat a sure signal.

Hands whispered over his sides. Touch just firm enough to make him shiver and press up into them. Lifting his body higher for his partner. Tail trembling over him as he drove back into the dragon. Moving without even thinking about how the male was guiding him into it. All it took was the lightest of touches from the dragon and he was there. Eagerly following the unspoken commands without thought or hesitation.

Basil's hand dipped lower and curled around his cock. The mere touch of the dragon's hand on his privates enough to make the bull jump and buck. Body trembling under his partner. Low purrs rolling into his ear. Lips brushing one as Basil whispered something about how good he felt and how close he was.

Just hearing the dragon admit that, paired with how his hand was gliding over Aaron's cock was too much for the elk. Burying his face into the pillow, he cried out as he came hard enough to leave him shuddering. Each clench of his core driving him up and back into his partner. Thighs quaking as he buried a blissful bugle into the pillow. Rear clamping about his boyfriend's rod as he shook and rode through his climax. Barely even aware that Basil's thrusts had slowed to a stop as Aaron made a mess of things.

His breath came in heavier pants, head rolling blissfully as he started to come down. A shaky smile on his face. Lips brushed his neck as the dragon leaned over, pressing him down into the bedding, "My turn."

That was all the warning he got before the dragon started to rock faster against him. Driving those throaty grunts from the elk as he was pressed into the bedding. Warm cum matting his fur as the dragon growled quietly into his ear. Breathes coming in shorter pants as Basil drove him into the bed. Form undulating against his before...

A press and shiver from the dragon over him. Voice lifting in low grunts as he filled that condom with his thick seed. Cheek pressed to Aaron's neck as he shivered over his partner. Just that low, quiet huff that trailed off as he relaxed.

They lay there for a long moment. Just cuddled against each other, Aaron groaning happily as Basil purred over him.

Some time passed before they pulled apart. Basil leaning back, tying off the condom the moment he pulled it off. Aaron kept his tail lifted, still breathing a little heavy as he watched the dragon stand and slink to a cabinet. Pulling out a very much against the rules kettle to warm some water. Returning with the warmed water and a cloth moments later so he could start cleaning the elk.

"Tsk, always make such a mess on my bed." Basil chided as Aaron rolled over. "You get to go back to your dorm tonight. I've gotta sleep on damp sheets."

A pleased noise whispered from the elk as he stretched, "You could always change the bed sheets.

Basil shook his head, "Making me sleep in your cum stains. Tsk." A smile, "I'd change them, but then I'd have to put the other dirty set on. Haven't had a chance to go out and do laundry this week you know." The clock was flicked against his nose, "Somebody has been keeping me busy."

"Sorry," his ears fell back as Aaron flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as the dragon rambled around the room in the quick clean up. "Just been felling... I dunno. Lost? Overwhelmed? Really out of place?"

The dragon hummed his acknowledgment, "Everyone handles that differently. Some join a frat. Others will find people to hang out with somewhere on campus. Still more will just drop out. Then there's the weirdos that stick around the dorms and find a lonely, lost elk who is really sweet." A heavy sigh came from the eastern dragon as he dropped to the bed beside Aaron. Laying belly down beside his partner. "That why you were looking at Captain Douche's frat?"

Aaron shrugged, "Was just looking around at different things. He just happened to grab me when I was walking around."

"Mmm," Basil turned his head to nuzzle into the neck gently. "Well, let me know if you need help." Jaws stretched wide into a yawn as his tail danced over Aaron's back, "Can talk to people I know. Or can just show up on your arm at the parties. Be your tall eye candy."

"Sounds like a deal," Aaron yawned into Basil's neck, curling towards the dragon as the day weighed down on him. "Was just poking around today, will... poke..." he trailed off into a soft snore. Leaning heavily into the dragon and breathing in his scent.

Next day found Aaron shuffling towards the Alpha's frat house. There weren't any classes today. Usually he'd spend the day pestering Basil, but the dragon had gently kicked him out with the exclamation of, "If you don't get your sweet ass out of here, I'll get nothing done with how it tempts me so! Besides, you mentioned you wanted to get out and find some people. Helping me do laundry is not finding people." So he'd been gently ejected from the dragon's dorm.

His ears perked tall as he looked over the building, seeing a few people coming and going, one of the frat members lounging by the front door to greet potential new members. The elk's ears fell back against his head as he hesitated on the sidewalk.

Every frat he could go to and he kept coming back. Sure, it seemed like Basil and Clint had a history but the guys couldn't be all bad could they? Hell, Clint had slipped a card into his pocket specifically to invite him to come hang out and check the place. See how he might like it. If he didn't, well then the dragon had even extended to offer to help set him up with a frat that might be more his speed. Certainly seemed like a nice enough guy there. Though he was curious about who Sharon was and what friction that had caused between the dragons.

Aaron's stride slowed as he moved up the walk. Eyes darting over the building nervously. Feeling like there were a dozen eyes staring at him from behind the closed windows.

It took him a few starts and stops before he was at the foot of the porch. A rather large lion staring down at him. "The hell you want, Freshie?" Head angled back as he sniffed lightly, "Looking like you're a bit lost there." Head tilted, "Might wanna beat it, got people wanting to pledge that aren't just meat."

That hard growl was driving his ears back and making him question himself. Why was he here? Shouldn't he just back out now and save what little confidence he already had? It was teetering on the brink of crumbling away as it was. Maybe Basil was right and he should just hang out with people that were more his sped and comfort zone.

But that's not what he came here for.

Aaron took a hesitant step forward. The lion standing up now and stepping towards him as well. Chest puffed out the barest amount as a growl rolled around his throat. "Ah..." Aaron started before remembering. Digging into his pocket, he whipped out the slightly crumpled card, "Clint gave this to me? Said I should swing by today."

It was snatched from his fingers in a flash. Lion-bro grumbling as he turned it over in his hands, staring at it for a long moment. Seeming satisfied, he leaned back and knocked the door open, "HEY, CLINT!" Silence. "CLINT!" came the bellowing roar.

Heavy footfalls came down the hall before the coppery dragon appeared with a growled, "I've got a fucking phone. Don't have to bellow at me every time." His eyes slipped past the lion to light on Aaron. Recognition dawning a second later, "Oh hey, you came around. Let me show you around," the dragon slapped the table, half-crumbling one of the pages that Aaron had seen the lion handing out, shoving it into a pocket as he lead the way in.

It was about like any frat house, or at least what he imagined a frat house would be. There was mess, but it wasn't too bad. People, pledges from the look of it, were roaming around and bagging trash and the like. Though there were some that looked like they might be older students who were doing the same. All while others sat on couches, chairs, the floor even, and just chilled. Though it looked like some were getting more into the Netflix and Chill type action of it all. Upstairs were a bunch of bedrooms, most sporting just a single larger bed. Few still sporting members of the frat house, alone or with someone else.

The downstairs was largely a finished basement and looked to be the frat's party area. Couches and tables set up for various drinking games filled the room. The scent of cheap beer and male odor practically soaked into the drywall.

"So," Clint was purring as he turned to face Aaron. Leaning back against a couch, the dragon looked at him with a low hum, "What do you think?"

Aaron was blushing a bit, "Well it's... certainly more than I expected it to be. And that mouse upstairs?"

Clint rumbled with a laugh, "Yeah, you should see Paxton when he gets on a roll. I've seen him get Roger on his knees before. It never gets old seeing a five-foot nothing mouse grab a six-foot-three lion by the mane and just start fucking his face while yelling in Gaelic." Arms crossed as he smirked, "Not the size of the dog in the fight and all that." Tongue flicked slightly as he looked at Aaron with hooded eyes, "So what about you? Thinking you could fit in here?"

It was a lot to take in, especially since Paxton had gone into rather deep detail about just what he was planning on doing to Aaron. "I... I mean I guess I could certainly try." His tail twitched behind him, "Though they'd mentioned a pledge upstairs?"

"Yeah," Clint reached into a pocket and fished out the page. "It's more a joke than anything, see if someone has the balls to do what it takes to get in." He smoothed it out against his chest before nearly throwing it at the bull. "Nothing serious, sure as hell nothing dangerous either. Just a little challenge bit to see what the pledges are capable of. Oh, and you've got thirty seconds to sign or you're out. Go. Thirty. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight."

Aaron's ears jerked as he scrambled to grab and read over the paper. It wasn't a lot there, but hearing the dragon count down the seconds as they passed was enough to make his fur bristle and heart hammer. A quick skim of the paper gave him pause again. Pledges had to track down an 'alpha male' on the campus, dominate them, and then either bring the guy to a party at the end of the week or bring proof of said dominance. If they brought the guy, then the guy would have to be a party favor for the frat as a whole. Should they fail, then the Pledge would be the one that'd be the party favor. "W-wait, I can't sign this!"

The page was snapped away, literally ripping it from his grasp. "One, and you're right. Took too long to make up your mind, Fresh meat." Wadding the shredded page, he reared back to toss it at a trash can. "Buh-bye."

Stunned was putting it lightly. Aaron stared at him with slack jaw, holding the scraps of paper. "I mean... I don't have a pen so I can't sign it." Clint paused, mid-throw pose. "Can't I get a pen real quick?"

Clint hummed a second, "Well... nah. I've seen guys just use their nails to sign this. One guy straight up licked it. Not having a pen is no excuse there." The page went sailing, bouncing right into the nearly full trash can. "So no."

Aaron's heart hammered in his chest as he looked from the trashcan back to the dragon. Ah fuck, he'd come all the way out here and now had nothing to show for it? What was he going to do, just slink out of here with his tail between his legs like he had his entire life? Had to be something he could do to talk Clintinto letting him at least try. "Ah come on," he put on his best bro voice, not noticing the quiver. "Gotta be something that I can do? Come on, just bend the rules a little bit?" His smile shook ever so slightly, "Come on, what can it hurt this once?"

The way that the dragon's eyes narrowed made him feel like he was about to be run out of the frat. He braced himself for a flurry of curses and a berating for the ages. Actually going so far as to lean back as the dragon sat up straighter.

"Okay."

Aaron blinked and looked at Clint, "What?"

Broad shoulders rolled, "Okay, I'll let you sign one. Matter of fact," he reached into a back pocket and pulled out a more neatly folded page. "Got a special one just for you." A smile flashed over his lips, "Figured that you might take a little too long to read it, Bucky-boy." Aaron's eyes widened as he realized that he'd been set up a bit. "Same deal as before, which I'm assuming you read over it all." He shook the folded page towards the elk. Whipping it back as Aaron reached for it. "Not done yet. You can't read this one until I decide otherwise."

Ears fell back, "S-so what's the changes?"

Clint tapped the page against his thigh, "You can find and dominate an alpha, as before. Spend a week as my personal servant. Naturally you'll be up for grabs for any of my boys, but I've always got first dibs on anything. Or..." He smirked, "you bring Bazzy boy here." He saw the look of confusion on the bull's face. "Basil, tall fucker that you were with yesterday. You bring him here, meet with me, and I'll ask you to do one simple thing. Basil's not gonna be hurt, hell I doubt he'll even be more than a little embarrassed. Do that and you're in the frat."

Aaron's ears fell back a little as he thought about it. The third option didn't sound that bad. Getting Basil to come to a party shouldn't be terribly hard. Certainly easier than finding some guy to fuck in all of two days. Basil had agreed to help him, and coming to a party wasn't that big of a thing either. "Okay."

The page was snapped away form his hand when he reached for it. "Nah uh, not just gonna let you sign it without giving me something." The dragon's lips curled into a wider grin, "You wanna sign this? Gonna have to give big daddy dragon a blowjob. Right here, right now." He shifted his legs apart and let a deep noise thrum from his throat.

Aaron's eyes widened as he looked around. They were alone in the basement, but he could hear people moving around upstairs. Any moment now anyone could just walk down and see him giving Clint a blowjob. What would stop the dragon from just telling him that he had to let someone fuck his ass then? He found himself asking why he was so desperate to get into this frat. He could literally go anywhere else and suffer just a little humiliation or something like that and it'd be fine.

Taking a breath, he shuffled forward and knelt between the dragon's thighs. Clint's growling purr rumbling against his senses as he leaned back, smirking down at the elk. Not moving to help, but eagerly watching as his belt was undone and pants were zipped down. Immediately revealing the fact that the western dragon went full commando. His plump sheath waiting right there for the elk. Already bulging with excitement, redder tip poking free of his sheath.

His scent was different from Basil's aroma. Heavier, hotter, with a strange whiff of something slightly metallic. So utterly different from Basil's earthy, almost herb-like perfume. Aaron found himself drawn into the dragon. Mouth opening before he could think about doing it, starting to salivate at the thought of what was waiting for him.

A low groan came from the dragon as the elk's tongue rolled over his tip. Sweeping up the precum with a throaty moan. A shiver raced down his spine. Eyes narrowing as Clint's taste exploded across Aaron's senses. The elk bull huffing as he leaned in. Velvety nose brushing over the dragon's clothed belly and down. He was thick and big, certainly comparable to Basil's size, though in a different way. Which could sum up this experience. It was like being with Basil, but not at the same time.

For instance, Basil never grabbed his head and started to muzzle fuck him.

Clint's fingers winding into Aaron's hair as a low growl rolled up his throat. "That's a good cow," came the throaty growl as the male lifted. Slamming his groin into the elk's nose. Aaron jerking to pull back as the male drove in. Tip coming close enough to his throat to make him gag just a little. Grip tightening in his hair and pulling him that much closer. Not letting him get so much as an inch of leeway.

"What?" Clint growled as he looked down, amber eyes almost glowing with a lustful fire. Lips curling up into a grin as that growl rattled in his chest, "You were so eager to suck my cock, figured I'd just treat you like the slut you are."

Aaron winced as the male's other hand came down. Fingers curling around his antlers and holding tight. Low growl rolling up his throat and building as he started to fuck. Driving his cock right to the hilt each time. Balls clapping off the bull's chin and driving his nose into the male's groin. Bracing his hands on the male's thighs, he tried to push back. Each push was met with a harder thrust from the dragon. Precum flowing free from the male's tip, coating his tongue. He tried to get a breath, but filling his nose with the dragon's scent.

The sounds of a sloppy, face-fucking blowjob filled the frat's party room. Aaron's eyes rolled up, watching this stranger as he just went to town. Low growls and huffs bursting free of Clint. Mixed in with muttered words of praise, "Fucking great tongue you've got." He licked over his lips, "Should've just told you to be my oral slut for a week."

A wide grin split his lips as the dragon growled down at him. "Hope you're ready for this." Clint's grip tightening as his thrusts shortened. Barely even moving his hips now, just mashing his groin right into Aaron's face. The elk feeling those balls as they drew up. Cock lifting within his maw and swelling ever so slightly.

Out of the few months he'd been with Basil, out of all the times they'd messed around, never had he tasted or felt dragon cum. Now here he was with Clint, the western not giving him even a hair's breadth to pull away. Groin mashing his nose flat as that cock throbbed. Balls heaving against his chin as each shot of thick cream was pumped right down his throat. Clint giving him no option other to swallow. Either that or have it spill out and stain his shirt and face, letting everyone know what happened here.

So he did.

The first gulp was long and loud, Clint's grin growing impossibly wide as he stared down at the elk. Second swallow coming faster as a strange bliss rolled through him. Eyes hooding and body relaxing. Aaron's jaw going slack as he leaned further into the male. Jaws stretching as wide as they dare to let that cock actually press right into his throat. Allowing the last few spurts of cum to bypass everything and just pour right down his gullet.

Gripping hands relaxed and the dragon leaned back. Aaron pressing forward into the embrace, needing to keep every last drop of cum form spilling.

"That's a good cow isn't it?" Clint's hand came down to pat his head. Aaron's tail wiggling as he groaned around the cock. Gazing up at the male with lustful eyes. "See, I knew you had it in you." His grin turned crooked as he gave the head a tap. Aaron pulling back with a restrained cough. "Now you can sigh." Papers were offered, opened, and signed. Everything happening in a blur as the elk gazed up at the dragon with adoration, "Now, what are you gonna do to get into the frat?"

Aaron rolled his tongue against the inside of his mouth. Wanting to get whatever traces of that wonderfully thick, rick cum still lingered. "Well, Basil needs to get out of his dorm more often," a soft, bleet-like laugh slipping form the elk. "Can probably convince him to come along."

Clint rumbled a throaty purr as he zipped his pants up. "Good. Now, when he gets here, I want you to send me a text message. Got it? I'll come find you."

"Sounds great," Aaron's lips twitched into a smile that mirrored the dragon's own.

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"I'm still not sure how you convinced me to do this," Basil grumbled quietly. Despite that, he kept an arm loosely around Aaron's body. The eastern dragon's fade eyes darting around the absolutely packed room. His whiskers twitching a bit in agitation. He cast a sidelong look at Aaron, "And Clint did nothing to you?"

He was still grumbling as Aaron leaned in to nuzzle at his neck, "Because you need to get out of the dorm more often. And no. I showed up, talked to him, and he invited both of us to the party. Said he wanted to extend an olive branch and put the past behind you two." Aaron looked around the room, tail twitching behind him as he felt the press of people. Ears ticking back in time with the bassy thrum of music. "Hadn't said anything about joining the frat or needing to do anything." He caught sight of Clint out of the corner of his eye. The dragon holding up a plastic cup and setting it down with purpose before walking around the corner. "Wonder where he is though. You want a drink?"

Even his most fierce of grumbles could not withstand Aaron's gentle nuzzling, "Yeah, we're here so I might as well have one." He held on as the elk guided them to a folding table. "Just one, and nothing too strong."

Aaron swept in and scooped up the cup as well as the one beside it. Gaze flicking around quickly before offering it to Basil with a smile, "Bas, Hun?" The dragon hummed out a questioning noise. Eyes focusing on Aaron as the elk cupped his cheek, "Thank you for doing this." He leaned in and kissed the dragon, breathing out a pleased sigh.

What little grumbles had remained faded into quiet purrs. "Well... if he has turned over a new leaf, that'll be nice." Basil sipped from the cup, "Still feel like this place is hiding something." He took another sip and frowned, "Certainly not good beer. This stuff is one step from being stank."

Nose wrinkled, "Yeah, it's not that good," Aaron huffed and sipped again. "Tastes like it was shoved off the back of the truck just to get rid of it."

Basil sniffed the drink, pulled away, sighed, and just downed the entire thing. "Well, that's the promised one drink. Means that all I've gotta do is endure the next..." he flicked his hand out, "Fifty minutes of party then we can go back to movie night." Leaning in, he nuzzled the elk's head and sighed. "Sorry, I don't want to be a party pooper, just..." he trailed off, blinking slowly.

"I know," Aaron wrapped his arms around the larger dragon and leaned in close. Nuzzling at Basil's neck and collarbone. "Thank you for stepping outside your comfort zone. I know you don't like parties, and you like frats even less."

Head shook slowly, "Yeah... hey, there somewhere to sit down?" Eyes darted around the room, "Just started to get a headache."

Worry rolled up Aaron's spine, "Yeah, come on." Looping an arm around Basil's body, he started to guide the dragon up the stairs. "Clint showed me around this place earlier. Think we can find somewhere quiet for you to sit down up here." A low groan came from Basil as the eastern dragon sagged against him. Starting to stumble with each step. Aaron grunted as the dragon sank heavily against him, his own legs trembling as he tried to support the larger male.

Somehow they managed to get up the stairs and into a bedroom without breaking anything. Basil dropping back to the bed with a heavy sigh. Hand falling over his face to block out the brightness of the light.

"Boy, I knew you were a light-weight but I didn't figure a couple sips would knock you down." Clint grinned wide as he stepped into the bedroom. Door getting shut and locked behind him, bolt sliding into place with a resounding click. Basil's head lifted, rolling slowly as a growl tried to crawl its way up his throat. "Gotta say, your boyfriend gives pretty good head." Clint ruffled Aaron's hair, "So cute when he's trying to gulp down a load too."

Basil's eyes widened in realization and the dragon tried to sit up. Only to be driven back to the bed by the western drake's powerful shove. A growl breaking free from Clint as he loomed over Basil's prone form. "Nah uh, you're mine now, Noodle Bitch." Belt chiming as the Western dragon undid his pants, revealing his already hard, glistening cock to the other males.

Teeth ground as Basil tried to sit up again, actually getting to his feet. He managed to make it a step through sheer determination before Clint's forearm slammed into his chest. Breath driving from his lungs as the lankier male was driven to the bed. "Ge... off," Basil hissed, trying to lash at Clint as the frat-dragon grabbed at his pants. Managing to get one hand over his belt buckle as he lashed about. Tail cracking off the other drake's side.

Clint grunted at the strike, stumbling just enough to let Basil get to his feet. Adrenaline staving off whatever he'd been dosed with. Basil keeping a hand on his belt as his stance dropped.

Low growl rolling from Clint as he lashed with a wide swing. Basil ducking in and driving his palm into the male's chin. Jaws snapping shut as his head rocked back. Clint staggering for a second as his lights flickered but refused to go out. Taking advantage of that moment, Basil surged towards the other male. Knee wobbling as he put weight on it, throwing his next strike off. The western dragon slammed into him, arms looping about his and circling his head. Clint showing just how strong he was by physically lifting Basil off the ground before slamming him into the bed.

A growling hiss erupted from Clint. Wedging his body between Basil's thighs before they could close. "Was gonna leave you some dignity." Both hands flew to the dragon's pants. Hisses matched only by the sound of fabric shredding. Clint's fingers hooking into strained seat of Basil's pants and ripping right from the tail hole up to the crotch. Exposing the dragon's bare rump to the air. A gasp that was equal parts surprised and embarrassed bursting from the eastern drake as his underwear, simply a jockstrap, was exposed to the other male.

There was just a breath of hesitation. Clint's eyes trailing down to the now-exposed backside. A smile crawling over his face. Basil still holding his belt buckle, but now exposed fully, pucker on full display for the erecting male. Their eyes lifted, locked, and the fight began anew.

Basil thrashed, twisting and turning as best he could. Clint grabbing at arms, tail, shoulders. Growls and snarls lifting from the dragons. Bodies crashing off the bed. Sheets flying into the air, mattress being knocked askew. One moment it looked like Basil might actually throw Clint, only to be driven back to the bed. Breath rushing from his lungs as the western dragon came crashing down on him. The dragons in a heap together, Basil nearly flattened under the heavier male, tail draped over Clint's thigh.

His claws dug into the bedding as Basil tried to pull himself free. "Aaron, help!" came the cry as the dragons thrashed. The raw, rough head of Clint's cock nearing his pucker before falling away as the leaner male twisted within the grasp. Relief surged as Basil saw the elk charge around the bed, stumbling as he hit the discarded clothes. Going down by the bedside and vanishing from Basil's sight.

Aaron popped up beside the western dragon, reaching around his waist to grab Basil's tail. Straining to lift it higher as his hand fell to Clint's raging cock. Guiding that erection right where it needed to go. Fat tip slick with precum and just a hint of lube. Basil's eyes widened as his tail tried to clamp down. That raging hot tip gliding along the fine scales of his taint and up until it pressed to his pucker. Breath drew in as Basil drew himself up and tried to rip himself away from the drake.

Except they weren't going to let him go anywhere.

Rough hands closed about his hips as the western dragon rammed himself forward. Cock wedging against the male's tight rear. A gasping cry burst from Basil as the male drove into him. Eyes rolling back in his head as lanky form jerked, shaking as the thick cock pounded into his rear. The crack of bodies impacting on each other echoing through the room, interrupted by a twinned snarl from Clint and a gasping cry from Basil.

Aaron's eyes were wide as he backed up, pressing his back to the wall. Jaws hanging open as his ears strained forward, nostrils flaring to take a deep whiff of the heavy musk in the room. It was hard to process what was going on. Or why he'd moved to help Clint rather than Basil. He'd meant to grab the frat male, but not in the way he had. A quiet snort came from the elk as he watched the pair going at it. Clint's hand pressed tight to Basil's head, shoving the eastern dragon into the bed as his body drove harder into the elk's boyfriend.

"Oh I've been wanting to do this for a long time." Low growls rolled up Clint's throat as he leaned over Basil. He huffed as the rear clenched around his length. Basil's squirming making the act that much sweeter. He drove more weight onto the male under him. Claws raking at Basil's cheek as he almost folded the male in half. Stepping up higher onto the bed, gripping that tail tight and jerking his prey back into him. A savage grin curled at his lips as he snaked his hand down. Grabbing a handful of the eastern dragon's trapped cock and starting to pump it. Massaging it through the fabric of that jockstrap.

Low whines burst from Basil as he was pressed in such a way, the flexible male gritting his teeth and huffing. Trying to ignore the hand on his privates. He squirmed as best he could, trying to get any sort of purchase and slip away. Between whatever Clint had put in his drink and the dragon's actions, it was getting harder to focus.

Somehow the eastern drake got twisted around, back pressed to the headboard. Shoulders braced on the bed, leaving him to look up at Clint as the dragon railed him hard and fast. His own cock throbbing within the jockstrap, precum staining the fabric as he was rubbed. Body rolled, trying to get away, but the coppery male wasn't having any of it. Any time he started to slip away, those rough hands would jerk him back into position. A foot coming down on his chest to keep him pinned, driving the breath from his lungs. Rolling into the thrusts and jerking the male into him. Oh it wouldn't be long now.

"Gonna cum."

Basil's eyes widened as the western drake announced his victory so casually. The start of a whimper breaking free before that first shot hit him. Clint's thick, rich cum coating his insides. Eyes locked on the male's swinging sac as it jumped, taint flexing, with each heavy spray of his seed. Basil's eyes rolling back as that heavy cream filled him. The warmth spreading across his nerves and triggering something dormant within him. Eyes lidding as his body slowly went slack.

Clint's grin returned as he watched that change roll through the noodle's body. The way he relaxed slowly, jaw growing slack, the little wiggle of his hips back into Clint's form, and that lustful glimmer in his eyes. He pulled his bare length out of that rear and stepped down. "See, was that so bad? Why don't you clean me up? And don't forget to say thank you."

The noodle hesitated. Eyes flashing with rage as the hint of a snarl formed. A shiver raced through him as the drug paired with the other male's cum took hold, "Thank you, Clint." He slurred slightly, voice rough from the cries and yells, but also the 'helper' that Clint had added to his beer. Leaning back, he grinned wider as the male curled up towards him. Nuzzling his cock and running his tongue over it slowly.

A throaty purr shook from the dragon as he leaned back, looking at the dumbfounded elk in the corner. He licked his lips and reached down to grab Basil's impressive rack, thrusting his still-hard cock into the licking maw. Not caring as his cock bounced off muzzle, actually laughing as the eastern male twisted to try and chase it down. "Impressive isn't it? Dunno why, but dragon cum tends to make their partners a bit more... pliable." Clint flashed a grin, "Never thought twice about why you invited your chew toy here, did you? I asked and you jumped right for it." He shook Basil's head, "Bet this dumb fucker used a condom each time he treated you like a cow."

"Y-yeah," Aaron stammered, watching as Basil cleaned every last inch of Clint's cock. Licks coming faster the more of that cum-coated cock he tasted.

Clint shorted, "Pff, dumb fuck." Grin returning in short order, "Well at least he's a good little cocksucker." A pleased, heavy sigh ripped from him as he stepped down and shoved Basil's head away. "Undress. Both of you. And not a word out of either of your mouths until I say otherwise. Got it, you two massive whores?" Watching as Basil started to fight with his shirt, Aaron hesitating before starting as well. Strange how it always worked on dragons better than other species. Not that it mattered since he had a pair of good little sluts to add to his list now.

"Fix up the bed once you're both naked." Clint stepped back and over to his closet. Tail flicking behind him as that grin returned. Hand closing about the smooth handle of a pair of hedge clippers. Watching the two male's reactions, he pulled them out and casually draped it against his shoulder. There wasn't even a hint of worry on Basil's face as Clint walked over, the lanky male looking at him with something that could be adoration in his eyes. He hummed and angled his head with a thought, "Oy, cow bitch. I think your chew toy needs a blowjob, don't you?" Clint bared his teeth with a grin, "Bet you've been wanting to blow a load right down his throat forever, haven't you Noodle?"

Aaron hesitated, ears folding back against his head as he looked between the two males. It was Basil who made the first move, planting a head between his antlers and driving Aaron down. The elk let out a quiet bugle, ears folding further back before he saw that cock dangling between his boyfriend's legs. Velvety muzzle nuzzling into the length, breathing in the scent, then taking it in. Basil's voice lifting in a moan as he drove in until his groin was mashed into Aaron's face. Cock stopping just shy of even touching the crest of his tongue. Ear's twitching in confusion that faded quickly as precum spilled over his tongue.

Clint reached out and grabbed Basil by an antler, pulling him closer. "He feels good doesn't he?" Basil groaned, hips shaking as he only just started to buck into the elk's maw. Licking his lips, he nearly let his tongue brush over Basil's lips. Not quite though, he wasn't going to let that happen yet. "You're happy that I'm letting you play with your toy aren't you?" A groan and nod from the male, hips rolling into Aaron's maw.

Low purrs rolled up the dragon's chest as he let his tail snake out, rubbing over Basil's rear. Up under the arched tail and in. Grinning as the male arched with a gasp, clenching around the tail. Not the same clamp as earlier, but more a joyous welcoming. That little squeeze that faded as the dragon pushed back against the tail. "There we go, fuck my tail and his face, Slut." Given permission, Basil's hips started to rock steadily now. Arching and pressing into the tail before driving his cock balls deep within Aaron's eager maw. "Ah what a cute couple of bitches you are. Which reminds me..." he brought those clippers around and flashed a wider grin, "While we're at it, why don't we make you look more like a bottom bitch?"

Basil's eyes barely registered what was going on as the loppers were brought up. Cool metal brushing over fur and scales. He only winced as it scraped, metal blade digging in and closing with a sharp snap. One of his antlers, his pride and joy, callously dropping to the floor with a clatter. There was a moment of resistance, a struggle as some part of him fought against what was happening. Clint's tail driving deeper, twisting, rubbing his cum against the male's insides. Basil shuddering, eyes rolling back in his head. Giving Clint enough of a distraction to lop off the other antler, leaving the dragon with only a pair of sheered off nubs where the proud rack once stood.

Clint's purr rose to higher levels, "Much better wouldn't you say?" He laughed and gave Basil's once well groomed hair a tousle, "Now, why don't you get down there and help your chew toy get you off?"

Something flashed in the back of the dragon's eyes, a hint of that lingering defiance. Guy had a lot of gut and grit to even muster up that. Clint had to admit he was impressed. Not amused, but certainly impressed. "I said, get down there!" Grin dropping into a snarl as he shoved the head down. Basil curling up on himself, tongue snaking out glide over Aaron's lips. Elk pulling back enough to let the dragon join. Lips meeting around the cock as they took turns driving their maws over the cock. "And don't stop sucking until I say."

Wandering over to his desk, Clint grabbed a bottle of lube. Stroking his cock and bringing it back to life as he watched the pair going at it. He rumbled out a purr, cock quickly surging back to life as he grinned to himself. Teasing fingers over his crown and down his shaft, trying to pick which one to go for. "Eenie...meenie... minnie... Hoe."

Basil yelped as a hand came down on his ass with a stinging slap. Getting to watch upside down as Clint rubbed his stretched, abused tail hole. Spreading just a bit of lube from his fingers onto the pucker before he drove his cock in again. Muscles flexing against the intrusion. He had been mere seconds away from cumming before, balls just starting to lift and tail flexing. The sudden and sharp pressure of a cock being pounded into his ass was enough to push him over the edge. A wordless cry ripping from the dragon as he came. Hot seed splashing over his and Aaron's muzzles. The elk eagerly diving in to trap the cock, gulping down the cum as it filled his maw and flowed down his throat.

"Oh don't you dare stop," Clint growled, hooking hands around Basil's thighs, "I didn't say either of you cunts could stop, did I?" He started to pound without mercy, rutting the dragon as if he were a wild beast claiming his prize.

Sure enough, Aaron was more than happy to keep sucking. Tongue rolling on Basil's cock even as the male's peak tried to fade. Low whines breaking form Basil even as his own maw moved in. Replacing Aaron's on his cock, leaving the elk to lean up and lick on the eastern dragon's dangling sac. Slurping wetly around it and letting his moans shake into the male's privates. The hard clap of Clint's groin on his backside punctuated by breathless gasps and whines from the leaner male as he was toyed with.

A deep, growling laugh came rolling up from Clint. "You know. It'll just take a week for you to come out of this." He dug his nails into Basil's thighs and jerked the male back that much harder. "If I give you time to recover. Think I'm gonna enjoy having a personal dragon bitch toy though."