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"Hey Mel, I don't know about this," Cain muttered into his friend's ear.

Mel, a cougar much taller than the 5'6" caracal standing beside him, hissed back, "Quiet bro, I can hear them coming." Both felines' ears turned to the stairway as they heard footsteps climbing up from the basement. They stood in a line with about ten other furs, all college freshmen, all pledges to the Alpha Delta Omega fraternity. Cain never saw himself as a frat boy, being small in size and preferring skating over any other sport sort of relegated him and Mel into certain social groups. Still, when Mel said he got an in with the most exclusive frat on campus, Cain couldn't help but let his curiosity get the better of him.

All of the pledges stood in the massive denof the frat house. Alpha Delta Omega had the biggest lot on frat row, with fancy columns along their façade and the Greek letters spelled out loudly and proudly. The den was furnished with three different wall mounted TVs, a fireplace, six leather couches, and thick rugs laid over polished hardwood.

Across the room from the line of pledges, a door to the basement opened. Down the line, all the pledges snapped a little straighter while a rabbit and buck, both built like typical jocks, entered the room. It was the deer's hooves they had heard coming up the stairs, a big senior named Clayton who addressed the group, "Alllllright pledges. You ready to know what you need to do to join the great ranks of the Alphas?"

Mel and most the boys in the line shouted, "Yes, sir!"

Cain winced at how quickly they fell into line. He noticed the rabbit watching him after he did not answer back like an obedient pledge. They did not single him out, though, thank God. Both fraternity members were bigger than Cain and looked like they could take turns beating him into the dirt.

Clayton paced before them like a drill sergeant. "Well, the good news is that you all have been chosen to join the fraternity--" Mel whooped which Clayton cut off by getting in the cougar's face and snapping, "I wasn't done speaking!"

Cain enjoyed the buck making Mel freeze up like the cougar was a prey animal. Though, Cain's hackles had raised a bit, too, at the outburst. That rabbit leaned against the wall, big arms folded against his pecs while he still watched Cain. Cain finally returned his stare, just to find out what would happen.

While he did, Clayton resumed his pacing. "However, there are two types of members to Alpha Delta Omega. There are Alphas, and there are Omegas like this sad sack." Clayton pointed at Mel, who flinched but kept his mouth shut. The rabbit smirked at Cain and retrieved his phone from his gym shorts before he looked down at it to text someone. Cain let it be for now, curious as to what Clayton meant. They had made all ten of them sign some forms: a nondisclosure agreement along with some membership stuff. He wondered what stupid shit Mel had gotten them into. The cougar had a habit of doing stupid things in hopes of lording it over others.

"All of you follow Stephan downstairs to the basement," Clayton ordered.

Cain considered walking out the door. But no, if Mel ended up dead in an alley Cain would feel responsible for his friend.

The rabbit, Stephan, led them down into the basement while Clayton brought up the rear. The stairway down was dark and led to another door, when Stephan opened it, the smell and sound hit Cain long before he heard anything. Musk, the smell of cum and sex. All of it male and concentrated in a way that Cain couldn't help his breath getting a little short--especially with the accompanying sound of carnal acts within the basement.

The first pledge in the line stopped stunned in the doorway. Stephan grabbed him and threw him into the room before he barked up the stairs, "Let's go pledges, stay in line."

Cain growled a little, feeling very on edge when he reached the doorway. What he found could best be described as a sex dungeon. At least twenty different furs occupied the room, most of them in some kind of bondage. Some were just chained up to walls as captives, others were obediently servicing members of the frat. Cain saw massive, muscular furs riding the cocks of much smaller frat boys, thin furs licking and sucking the balls of frat members, and studly older members of the fraternity fucking sluts into the wall. Cain saw a roan stallion he swore was the quarterback for their college football team (who he knew from games his dad watched last season) getting railed by two different members of the fraternity.

This first room was bigger than the den they just stood in, but more rooms existed on their right, where they heard more sounds of furs fucking. All of the captives seemed hard and lusting for their masters.

Clayton stepped in front of them again. "All of you have two weeks to find yourself an alpha on campus and break him into an omega to join the ranks of those down here. If you can't, we will find you, break you, and you'll be the fraternity's new omega instead."

This definitely could not be legal, which explained the NDA they all had to sign to even get here. But when Cain scanned the scenes going on in the basement, he could not help but have to try and restrain his own arousal. He wondered if this place ever didn't stink of cum and male rut.

"Any questions?" Clayton asked.

A fur in the line raised their meek paw.

"Speak pledge."

The fur flinched before he said, "Yeah, what if we aren't gay?"

"Alphas fuck the holes of their omegas, long as you can bring in a suitable omega you shouldn't have to worry about whether you like cock or not."

Cain glanced at the canine who asked it. They did not seem thrilled by Clayton's answer.

Stephan pointed at the stallion getting spit-roasted and said, "You think Garth over there was gay before I broke him and brought him in? All these big guys who think they're studs secretly want to get broken down. You just need to find out what will make them crack and make them yours, that's what real alphas do."

Cain had a question as well, but he did not raise his hand since he figured that sort of stuff wasn't exactly respected. "Yeah, how many pledges usually become omegas?"

"We always take ten pledges and end up with ten omegas," Clayton said.

"That didn't answer my question," Cain said. Mel elbowed him, but Cain ignored the nervous cougar.

Stephan smirked again and approached Cain. Cain met his gaze, only feeling a little nervous as the bigger rabbit stood over him. "What's your name short-stuff?"

"Cain," the caracal answered. "Going to answer my question, Stephan?"

Stephan laughed and shoved Cain's shoulder. It was a companionable shove, the rabbit backed off and said, "Usually three to five of you come back with something. Sometimes furs dropout to try and weasel out of things, but we know how to find them. We always get ten new omegas, Cain."

"Any other questions pledges?" Clayton barked. Cain kept his eyes on Stephan who only broke eye contact when he winked and Clayton said, "Alright, all of you back upstairs. You don't deserve to bask in our achievement yet."

They were released out of the frat house a few minutes later. Clayton gave them the date and time to bring their newly minted omegas to Alpha Delta Omega house. Outside, frat row was crowded with freshmen hoping to get into one of the various fraternities. Soon as they were on the sidewalk, Mel shoved Cain and said, "Dude what was that shit?"

Cain hissed and shoved Mel back. "What was what shit?"

"You, acting all tough. Making me look bad. I didn't bring you with me so you could be the one to shine," Mel said.

Cain rolled his eyes. "Okay, like any of that mattered. Those freaks only care about their weird sex cult. Which you fucking got us inducted into dude! I'm not trying to drink the fucking punch my first semester of college."

Mel said, "Yeah, you'll thank me later when you're sucking frat boy cock."

"Fuck off, dude." This was their usual rapport. They had been friends since they were kids--grew up together. But damn, the second Mel hit his growth spurt in high school he only got more and more unbearable.

"So, you got anyone in mind to break?" Mel asked after they walked in silence for a bit.

"Nah, I'm not trying to get anyone chained up in a basement," Cain tried to play it off, but he still thought of Stephan's promise.

"Tsk, come on dude, it's like they said. Those furs want to be there. You think Garth Bauman, our nationally famous quarterback, would be down there getting fucked on both ends without wanting it? He proposed to his girlfriend at last year's bowl game, dude. If they got him down there under wraps, they could have anyone they want."

Cain glanced around, no one around them seemed to be listening. "Quiet with that stuff, dude. That NDA shit is serious business and I don't want to be sued."

"Whatever. I know who I'm going after," Mel said.

"Who?"

"That fucking bastard, Sven. The wolf who led our orientation group?"

"You mean the one who embarrassed you without even trying to?"

"Shut the fuck up, dude. Are you in or not?"

They reached a crosswalk and Cain reached over to slap the walk button. "In what?"

"Are you going to help me break him?"

"What do I get out of that?"

"You get to help your, bro," Mel said as if Cain should be grateful.

The lights changed and furs started moving through the crosswalk. Mel walked and talked as if Cain followed, but Cain waited to see when Mel noticed Cain wasn't with him. It didn't happen until Mel crossed the street. Which did not surprise Cain at all, but he did realize it confirmed something for him.

He jogged to catch up with the cougar and Mel said, "What the fuck was that about, bro?"

"Got a text, don't worry about it." Cain lied. "I'm in, I want to see what makes Sven crack."

"Alright, knew you'd be up for this, you're a real one, Cain." Mel said, but he did not notice the look Cain gave him. The caracal had no intention of helping Mel, but instead wanted to settle the score for all the bullshit he put up with from Mel over the years.

***

Sven's alabaster coat could be seen from across the campus. The tall, athletic wolf strutted along with his girlfriend, a smaller fox named Stacey. Her slender, grey arm wrapped around his, which was larger than the fox's thigh. Sven's coat was trimmed and sleek to deal with the warmer climate he found himself in, so his muscle showed through all over. It was any other day at the start of the semester. Sven just got done with practice at the wrestling team, and opted not to wash so his girlfriend could admire his scent. They were on their daily walk at dusk; when the campus crowds thinned and it became possible to stroll leisurely around the grounds.

"I'm pretty sure Sarah and Dr. Davis are fucking. I saw Sarah's hands on his thigh in the break room today and--"

"Isn't it a bit hypocritical to judge them, babe?" Sven asked, bumping her with his hip.

Stacey knocked his tail with hers. "We started dating after you finished with your labs."

"But we started fucking a week into them," Sven teased. Stacey was a graduate student and TA in the geology department.

"Sh-shhh!"

"Embarrassed?"

"N-no," Stacey huffed.

Sven snickered. "What did I say to you?" He slapped his thigh and cackled, "Oh that's right! Came up after class and asked you if you could help me figure out where something fell on the Mohs Hardness scale."

"I didn't know you were talking about your dick!" Stacey hissed.

Sven chuckled, "Sure you didn't, babe."

The little grey fox huffed. "You're lucky you're so hot."

"Hey big guy!" someone called at him.

Both furs turned to see a tall, thin cougar standing there in skater's clothes. Sven scrutinized him a moment, whisker's twitching while he tried to remember the cougar's name. "Oh hey... Mel, right?"

"Tsk, so you do remember me."

Stacey leaned over and whispered, "Who the fuck is this kid?"

Sven stepped forward and said, "Freshman orientation is over, but if you're lost or something I'm happy to help you out, dude."

Mel sneered. "Yeah, I got a question about my dorm."

"Oh man, well your RA can help you with that."

"Nah, I want you to come down," Mel ordered.

Mel's brazen hostility made Sven struggle not to put the cougar in his place. He said, "I'm not working for the campus right now. There's nothing I would know to do, especially since I've not lived on campus since my first semester."

"It's gotta be you!" Mel snapped.

Sven blinked. There were furs watching the confrontation now. He said, "I know the dorms don't come with a litter box, but I'm not the one to complain to about that. I promise, once you get used to it flushing, toilets aren't that scary."

Mel gawked at him, which Sven returned with a toothy grin. The cougar shook with rage but before he responded a caracal swept in to intervene. Sven recognized the little guy as well: Mel liked to follow him around and pretend he was the caracal's boss. Cain grabbed the cougar's shoulder and after a whispered conversation filled with hissing and cursing, Cain shoved the cougar away. Mel walked in the opposite direction before the caracal sighed and faced them both. He had these sharp blue eyes that were arresting when they fell on Sven's green.

Cain tried for a wry smile. "Sorry about my roommate." He approached the two of them, offering his hand to Stacey who stood at height with the cat. "Name's Cain, yours?"

"Stacey," the fox answered.

Sven smiled and said, "Your roomie seems a little nuts, might wanna switch him out if you can."

"Oh believe me, if it weren't for the fact I wouldn't wanna inflict him on someone else I would," Cain joked.

Sven and Stacey both got a good laugh at that. Folks stopped watching them and went about their business while Sven asked, "So what was his deal anyways?"

"He's just..." Cain glanced at the retreating figure of the cougar, "He's having trouble adjusting. We both got moved into our dorm and kinda feel like we got made promises no one meant to keep."

Stacey shrugged. "That's college, kid."

"Hehe, that right? Well, that's why Mel's mad. That and we have a shit RA. Never answers his phone and still isn't living in the building. I've seen him like once, and our A/C is leaking," Cain said.

"Yikes, you call facilities?" Sven asked.

"They've got a backlog of stuff apparently."

Sven frowned. "Maybe I can take a peek at it?"

Cain's whisker's twitched. "Oh, can you fix it?"

Sven puffed out his chest a little and said, "All those classes in electrical engineering gotta be good for something, right? I'll just get my toolkit from my apartment."

Stacey squeezed his arm. "Aww, Sven that's really sweet of you."

Cain beamed, "Yeah, thank you Sven! When could you be over?"

"Just give me your number little guy, and we can text each other the details, alright? Probably tomorrow afternoon, though, that work?"

Cain smirked, something passed between his eyes that might have been smugness, but what for Sven could not begin to guess at. "Great, yes. You just made me and Mel's week, Sven, thanks."

***

Mel confronted Cain soon as he stepped into their dorm room. "Well? You get him?"

The cougar had grabbed the collar of Cain's band shirt. He wrestled himself free and shut the door behind him. "Yeah, I did."

"Then where is he?"

"Chill, dude, he's coming over tomorrow."

Cain took a seat at his desk. The boys each had a bed raised off the ground like a bunk bed, only instead of a bed under theirs, there was a nook with a desk to work at. Cain opened up his laptop and asked, "You got any idea what you're going to do when he gets in here?"

"Yeah, we're going to jump him," Mel said.

Cain gave the cougar a long look. "Have you seen him? He's on the wrestling team, dude. He'll beat the shit out of us."

"What's your plan? Talk him into letting you fuck him?"

Cain ignored him and looked up where in town he might get a personal taser. He said, "Your lack of imagination is astonishing."

***

It was late afternoon when Sven showed up to Cain's dorm. It was a Saturday, so he didn't have any errands to run, but Cain insisted Sven come by later rather than sooner. The caracal wanted to make sure he could be there, and Sven didn't mind. Mel seemed like a perpetual ass, so Sven preferred having a buffer between him and the cougar. The wolf would love the chance to put Mel in his place, but his coach would kill him if cops got called because Sven was beating the ass of some loud-mouthed punk.

Sven lugged with him a handy little tool bag filled with different sized wrenches and screwdrivers. Things he might use to tinker with the A/C unit the felines had. The two lived at the end of the hall of their dorm, and when Sven approached the door he heard punk rock playing from the other side. The wolf made sure to knock loudly. The jarring bark of some singer was cut off and Sven heard Cain call out, "That you, Sven?"

"Sure is!" the wolf answered.

Cain said, "Alright, let me get a shirt on."

Half a minute later the door opened, a blast of hot air pushing past the caracal. He said, "We got the A/C off for the time being."

Sven's nose twitched a little as the smell of two 18 year old's sweating in a room all day hit him. He shook his head and said, "Yeah, sounds miserable. Let's see what I can do."

Sven stepped inside and Cain shut the door behind him. The A/C unit was a wall mounted thing on the other side of the room with a bucket underneath. Sven scanned the room and asked, "No Mel, huh?"

"We thought it best he stay out while you came over."

Sven nodded. "Appreciate it. Guy just feels like a creep. Sorry--know he's supposed to be your friend."

Cain chuckled, "You don't know the half of it."

Sven walked over to the A/C unit and noticed, as he set down his tools, that the bucket underneath the unit was dry. Before he could comment on that, though, he felt something push into his side. Then a click, hiss, and a bolt of pain tore through his body. His limbs all flummoxed and went numb with it, a snarled cry became strangled in his convulsing throat and he fell over, dazed.

The door to the bathroom attached to the dorm opened.

"Did you get him?"

"Yeah, help me get him in the restraints."

Sven tried to swing his arm out in the direction of one of the voices. His world was bleary pain and his limbs felt like lead. His arm was caught and one voice said, "Easy big guy."

Someone kicked him in the side.

"Dude! What the fuck?"

"He deserves it!" A familiar, petulant hiss that Sven heard yesterday.

He tried to struggle, but weakened, they both quickly gagged him and dragged him into a set of waiting restraints.

***

Admittedly, Cain felt a little sick doing what he did to Sven. But at this point it was the wolf's hide. The caracal sat back in a desk chair, against the door to their dorm. On the far wall, Sven sprawled arms bound behind his back to an old radiator bolted to the floor. The wolf's restraints were a tough set of leather cuffs meant to not cut into Sven's wrist when he inevitably struggled to get out. But, like the radiator, it would take a lot for the wolf to get out of them. At this point, there was no going back for Mel or Cain. They either turned Sven into one of those sluts in the basement of the Alpha Delta Omega frat house or Sven got free and called the cops. Or just murdered the two of them.

Cain still didn't think Mel and him had a shot against the big wolf in a fair fight.

Mel squatted in front of Sven. The cougar's tail swiped back and forth along the hardwood floor while he mocked the wolf, "What's the matter big guy? Not so fucking high and mighty now, hmm?"

The wolf, still a bit weak, tried to fuss in his restraints. Cain could tell Sven ignored Mel in favor of testing his bindings. After a moment he growled something at Mel, garbled by the ball gag strapped in his muzzle.

Sven came to their dorm wearing a sports tank-top and gym shorts. The wolf's triangular, cut torso pushed out against the shirt and Cain could see his muscles straining. The wolf pulled his knees under him only then to realize he no longer wore his shorts or the jock he had on underneath. Cain heard Sven make a muffled curse before he got his feet under him and tried to push himself up off the ground with his legs. They heard the radiator strain a little, but its piping went into the ground and connected to similar units on the floors above and below. It held, and so, too, did the leather cuffs. Cain thought for a moment Sven might tear a shoulder out of socket, but eventually the wolf fell back onto his butt. He panted furiously through his nose while Mel laughed at him.

Sven spared Mel a glare, but when his eyes flicked to Cain, the caracal saw something more searching in the wolf's gaze. He tried to speak again.

"We can't understand you, idiot," Mel said. He stood up to look down at Sven, "Your ours now, you hear? A worthless omega who's only good for getting fucked."

The wolf's lips curled into a snarl.

Thwack! Mel backhanded Sven. With enough force that Mel rubbed the knuckles of his paw afterwards. A line of bright red blood teased from Sven's mouth into his alabaster fur. Yet the wolf looked up defiantly at Mel. He remained unintimidated. Mel spat on him. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

Sven glanced at Cain again. A question in them, something like: "Are you really going to let him do this to me?"

Cain only offered the wolf a shrug. That wasn't Cain's plan, but... he settled back into his chair and asked Mel, "How are you going to go about that?"

"You'll see," Mel snapped. The worked up cougar threw off his shirt, revealing his slim torso. Mel was nothing to write home about. He clapped his paws to his chest to make a show before he struck Sven again. The wolf took the blow stoically.

Mel knelt beside Sven. The cougar bared his claws and tore open Sven's shirt. The tattered fabric fell away, replaced by Mel's groping paws. Sven's pecs yielded in the cats hands till Mel found the wolf's nipples. He twisted them and jeered, "You like that bitch?" He kept playing with Sven's chest, while the wolf glared silently at him. Sven's great white body remained impassive. Mel snarled and raked his claws across Sven's chest. "Come on!" he spat in Sven's face. Mel was too frustrated to see it, but: Sven's heavy sheath twitched ever so slightly when the cougar's claws raked his hide.

Cain kept his observation quiet.

"We'll see how long till you're a whimpering slut," Mel said. Sven remained on his knees, looking down on the frustrated cougar. Sensing that it caused Mel the most annoyance, Sven focused on keeping a level head. Mel tried to reach under Sven's tail, but the wolf snarled and sat backwards, pinning Mel's wrist to the radiator. Mel grunted tugged his paw free. "Fine then!" Mel sprung up and put his boot to Sven's neck. Using his weight, he forced the restrained and weakened wolf to the floor. Pinned, Mel straddled the bound wolf's side.

Sven growled when he felt Mel grab his butt. The cougar told him, "You got a nice ass. Bet you've been waiting for a stud like me to fuck it, huh?" Sven's tail snapped up and struck Mel in the eye. The cougar yowled and pinned the tail down. Cain could see that Sven did have a good ass. Big and full and firm. A mixture of genetic lottery and a rigorous workout routine. Mel spat in his paw and forced it between the wolf's cheeks. He clumsily dug into that crevice before he cursed and said, "He's not letting me in."

Cain smirked. "Did you expect him to?"

Sven barked something through his gag. The wolf glared at Cain now, face planted to the floor.

"Shut up, dude, did you get the lube?"

"It's in my bag by the bed."

"Get it for me?" Mel said like Cain was a child incapable of doing the obvious. "If I get up I'll have to force him down all over again."

Much as Cain enjoyed watching Mel struggle, he did want this to move along. He retrieved the lube and tossed it to the cougar before he sat back down. Mel poured a generous glob on his paw, making sure his digits were thoroughly lubed. He forced his paw back between Sven's cheeks. The wolf grunted, all the muscles on his body rigid. Mel said, "Come on doggie, be a good boy for your master--hmph--there we go..."

Sven panted as Mel's fingers sank inside him. The wolf tried to wriggle free, vainly. Anytime he moved, Mel made sure to bury his fingers deep as he could and leave them there until the wolf went still.

Mel could not see it because he had his back to Mel's front, but Cain saw the creeping flush of heat work across the wolf's muzzle. A blush, but what for? Humiliation? Embarrassment? Sven's crotch was pressed to the floor, so Cain could not be certain but... was Sven getting aroused? Sven noticed Cain studying his face and turned his head away.

"Oh he's loosened up real nice now," Mel said. "I think my omega is ready to be broken in." The cougar freed his paw and began to undo his jeans.

Cain kept silent, but felt the nerves in his belly coming into focus. A long, repressed anger for Mel began to boil in his chest. He sharpened his resolve on it. Mel had spent his whole life trying to bully and belittle others. He deserved what Cain was about to do.

The reason Mel acted the way he did became clear when the cougar pulled his jeans down to his knees. His feline cock throbbed red in the air, fully hard and barbs flexing a little with need.

Mel would have been better off servicing Sven with his fingers.

The cougar's cock was a pitiful three inches.

Still, Mel's bravado remained undaunted. He rubbed his dick along Sven's fine, furry rump. It almost swallowed and covered up the cougar's length. "Going to fuck you and break you with this big guy," Mel said. The cougar was so into his power trip, that as he mounted Sven, he never noticed Cain stand. Before Mel could even try to penetrate Sven, Cain had crossed the room and pressed the taser into Mel's back. Its rattling sting poured electricity into Mel's body, some of it conducting off onto Sven who snarled in pain. But Mel got the worst of it, body going limp with little more than a choked yowl.

Cain grabbed Mel by the scruff and, with a grunt, threw Mel onto the floor. The cougar landed on his face. Sven quickly got his feet back under him, and showed the red tip of his canid cock peeking from his sheath. Cain had been right.

Sven tried to say something but Cain told the wolf, "I'll free you in a moment. First I want to deal with my old friend here."

Mel struggled to get on all fours. "C-Cain...? Wha--" Cain cut him off by slamming his foot into the small of Mel's back.

He pinned the cougar down and said while he began to strip, "Did you really think I was going to just help you break someone when I knew you'd leave me out in the lurch?" Cain threw his shirt onto his desk and spat on the cougar. "You've always been an asshole to me, so now I'm paying you back." He had unbuttoned his jeans and stepped off the cougar to peel off his pants and jock. A much heavier sheath and set of balls came free. The small caracal looked like he carried the equipment of a stud twice his size.

Mel was weak beneath him. He whimpered when Cain knelt down and groped the skater's ass. He was scrawny everywhere, but Mel did at least have some shape back here. Cain pushed two fingers against the cougar's bright pink entrance, rubbing the soft smooth flesh of his once-friend. "It's not as good as our guest here, but it'll do." The caracal slapped the other cat's ass. Mel hissed, hips thrashing. Cain's cock stirred in his sheath. He'd never done it before, but seeing Mel like this was so satisfying.

He spat into his paw, slicking two fingers in saliva before he plunged them down. Mel's asshole had no chance to resist. His back arched as Cain's fingers invaded him. The caracal grabbed the other cat's lashing tail and tugged it to keep the cougar in place.

From his sheath, Cain's dick began to emerge. His shaft grew turgid while Mel groaned and Cain's fingers worked in and out his tunnel. The promise of that yielding warmth and this newfound dominance over the cougar made it take Cain mere seconds to reach his full length. Eleven inches of thick, feline cock hung heavy in the air, its spongy barbs already raised to rake the tunnel of his old friend. His heavy balls let cloudy lines of precum leak from the yawning urethra at his tip. His dick ended not at a taper like a canine's, but rather at a blunted head wrapped in those barbs. The normal smells of a boy's dorm room soon became overcome with the smell of Cain's pungent musk.

He ground his cock between Mel's ass cheeks, the fur becoming slick with the small caracal's profuse leaking.

Mel shuddered. "Cain... please don't--"

"Shut up you fucking omega slut," Cain snarled. The words felt natural coming from his muzzle. Felt good to embrace. Almost as good as the puckered flesh tempting the head of his shaft. Cain nearly purred as he angled his shaft just right, taking his time to mount Mel's ass. He straddled the cougar's closed thighs, lying on his belly this would surely make the entry tight and difficult for Mel. But Cain wanted that. Wanted to savor Mel's pain and humiliation. The caracal rolled his hips, and Mel's entrance yielded as if it knew it had no choice. Cain and Mel both hissed as Cain's cock popped inside. Only the first few inches, bright red shaft throbbing while that stretched, caved in entrance flexed around the caracal's length. Cain relished watching Mel's desperate flesh try to push him out.

Precum shot deeper inside the cougar. And, growling, Cain continued his dry entrance. His hips worked in little sawing motions, forcing more of his dick into Mel. The cougar sobbed and scratched at the floor. Only Cain's copious pre lubed the journey, and it wasn't nearly enough for Mel's virginal tunnel to take such a huge shaft. Cain did not care about Mel's pain, though. Panting, he planted a paw on Mel's back to brace his weight. He pumped his hips, forcing eight inches inside Mel. Cain laughed a little and said, "You ready for the rest of it, Mel?"

Mel did not respond. His whole body too shocked by sensation to do more than make garbled whimpers.

Cain answered him by pulling his hips back. Then he plunged down. His balls smacked heavily against the back of Mel's thighs, the cougar's neck craning up to scream but no sound issued forth. His warm, slick interior clenched and pushed around Cain's length. The caracal sighed happily, his tail swaying back and forth above him. Cain ran a fine claw down the dazed cougar's back as he said, "There you go, omega. Accept your place. Get used to this you fucking worthless slut."

Mel, perhaps accepting his place or too exhausted to fight back, had stopped his struggling. His ass stopped clenching but relaxed: a warm, soft grasp for Cain to spoil.

Grunting, the caracal began to pull out, and his barbs stimulated Mel's wall. The cougar mewled like a kitten, but Cain did not spare him. Soon as his cock nearly slipped free, he ploughed back inside Mel. His dick rammed through Mel's body and rocked them both forward. Mel coughed, pained and panting for breath.

"C-Cain--stop!"

Cain growled and pumped his hips again before he told Mel, "Call out for help if you want me to stop."

"I--ah!" Mel silenced by another thrust.

Both felines were panting now, though with a different kind of strain. "You won't," Cain said.

"Cain... fuck..."

"You're too much a bitch," Cain told him. He worked his hips, stirring up Mel's insides and molding his ass into the shape of the caracal's massive cock. "An omega like you," he grunted, working himself into a rhythm now, "knows to shut up and take it."

Mel did not respond. He wrapped his arm over his muzzle and released a long, muffled sound. It was a moan. Cain laughed at him, timing a thrust with every word. "That's. Right. Know. Your. Place!" He ploughed into the mewling kitten, and the bigger feline's body quaked. Mel clenched up with a new vigor and Cain huffed.

"Fuck, you cumming bro?" This time, when Mel moaned his arm no longer covered muffled his cry. "That's it you omega bitch," the caracal snarled.

And the rush of pleasure at reducing Mel to this made his balls clench. Cain groaned while his barbs flared, somewhat faster than he was used to, before he growled and thrust hard as he could into the cougar. He bottomed out with a curse before his cock started dumping spunk in the abused cougar's rear. Heat and wet filled around the caracal's cock. Panting, he shuddered on Mel's back each time a new rush of seed spilled from his cock. Each throb and surge made more and more push up until it was flowing around the base of Cain's dick. Thick, glossy cum squirted out the cougars tender, red asshole and down his taint, across his puny, spent balls.

Cain finally came to his senses, panting. Mel seemed to be in the same daze. A yowl filled the room when Cain decided to bite down on the scruff at the back of Mel's neck. Cain drew blood. Puncturing skin with his sharp teeth before he released Mel. He licked the blood off his lips and said, "There, now you're marked. You know your place don't you?"

All Mel did was whimper beneath the caracal lying atop him.

"You're nothing, less than an omega. You're what omegas fuck when their alphas aren't around."

Mel tried to lift his head, but Cain shoved his face into the floor. The caracal snarled viciously, cock still hard from the rush of controlling the cougar like this. "I want to hear you tell me what you are."

"You..." Mel quaked, "I'm just... I'm just a worthless omega."

"Theeeeere you go," Cain encouraged, humping his hips a little. "You enjoy it don't you?"

"Mmph..."

"Say it."

"Y-yes..."

"Good bitch," Cain whispered. "I'm going to pull out, then you're going to crawl over in a corner and wait for me to tell you what to do next, okay?"

Mel nodded, the cougar's ears folded submissively. As Cain pulled out, those barbs raked against his insides and made the cougar scratch at the floor. Cain popped free, and cum welled up as the puffy, red rim of the cougar winked around nothing. Weakly, Mel started crawling.

Cain admired his leaking ass a second more before he faced Sven and smirked. "Well, well." Sven sat on the floor, face red and not meeting Cain's gaze. Between his legs, a bright red spire of meat bobbed in the air. He had gotten hard watching Cain ravage Mel.

Originally, the plan was to let Sven go, but Cain had not accounted for two things: first, Alpha Delta Omega would probably not take Mel as Cain's contribution to its dungeon, but even more pressing, Cain could not have anticipated the rush he felt dominating Mel, or how when he looked on at Sven's vulnerable form that he wanted to chase more of that rush.

Mel was easy to break--really he was already broken and needed someone to rule him. Sven, though, Sven would be a challenge.

Cain's plans changed. He got on his knees in front of Sven and pushed his dick against the wolf's. Cain was still bigger, thicker, but Sven was a good size. Eight inches from sheath to tip that throbbed exquisitely against Cain's engorged flesh. Cain strained to hold both their cocks against each other with a single paw. He gyrated his hips for Sven and the wolf shuddered. Sven still did not look him in the eyes.

"Hey, hey," Cain whispered soothingly, "Come on, big guy, look at me." With his free paw he pulled the wolf's face around to him. What he saw there made precum, thick from his recent ejaculation, spurt from his dick. A mixture of humiliation and fear, plain on the wolf's face. Cain's smirk turned into a predatory smile and the small caracal said, "I'm going to take off your gag, okay? No calling for help or biting. Can you do that for me, big guy?"

With his barbs still rubbing and working against the wolf's leaking cockhead, he reached around Sven's head and undid the clasp there. The ball gag fell away. Sven did not spit it out, but let Cain take it from his mouth.

When he tossed the gag aside, the wolf took a deep breath before he said, "Cain... ah... what the fuck--"

"Shh-shh-shh." Cain stroked his cheek and leaned in. Sven shivered when Cain kissed him, a cute little reaction before Cain's paw firmly held the bigger wolf's head in place. Sven yielded as Cain knew he would. Sven kissed like he lurched towards the affection after all the abuse he dealt with before this. His cock flexed against Cain's and a whine passed from the bigger canine. The caracal's rough tongue teased inside Sven's mouth, tasting the older fur. Sven tilted his head so Cain could kiss him deeper and soon their maws were locked in a wet, heated embrace. Sven's body went still, and Cain felt his knot swelling against Cain's paw.

Cain broke the kiss, both boys panting a moment before Cain chuckled. "Have you ever been with a male before?"

"I..." Sven glanced in the corner where Mel had retreated. "I've not--I'm not gay." Sven seemed to have collected himself. "Cain what is going on-ahhhh!" Cain had gripped right under Sven's knot and tugged hard. He knew it brought the canine to the edge.

Cain said, grip firm on Sven's cock, "Hey, it's okay. You're not gay. But you do like subbing, don't you?"

Sven's lips curled into a snarl. Even as he said, "I don't want this," he rolled his hips to try and get his knot tugged on again.

"Mhmm," Cain said, "I can tell. I'll make you a deal, then: you're a wrestler hmm? Bet you're pretty flexible. If you blow yourself and cum inside your mouth I'll let you go."

Sven stared at him. "You c-c-can't be serious."

"Hehe, you want to stay at my mercy?" Sven's whine turned into a gasp as Cain released his member. "Let's see you enjoy yourself," he ordered.

Cain, of course, had no intention of letting Sven go.

The room at this point was a potent cocktail of feline and canine musk. The poor pup's nose wiggled a little as he bent his body. With his arms bound he struggled to reach his dick. Cain watched while idly stroking himself. Sven eventually opted to lie on his back, butt to the radiator and feet planted on the wall. From this position he was able to push off the wall into a C position, neck and back on the floor while his muzzled craned towards the cock dangling in front of it. Sven whined like a desperate little puppy when he got his tip between his lips. He suckled on it, and started bouncing his hips forward. The shaft slid in and out his lips wetly. Cain smiled and went to the backpack on his bed. From it, he retrieved his phone and a small rod.

Cain held the rod out of sight while he unlocked his phone. Opening his camera, he knelt beside Sven to take a picture. Sven had his eyes shut tight, trying to concentrate. He looked cute, red-faced and ears splayed down. When the artificial snap of his camera app warned the wolf of the phone, Sven's eyes snapped open.

Cain told him, "Come on, pup, keep sucking. Don't worry about this, you're so close."

Whining, Sven did as he was told. His tongue was pushed limply out his maw as his bright red meat slipped across it. Cain took several more pictures while Sven's knot inflated. "Do you like being watched, pup?" Cain asked. "I bet you're getting off to the thought of me sending these to the furs on your wrestling team, huh? You'd love for them to use you, I bet."

Sven moaned around his dick and Cain smiled. He hit record right as the first spurt of cum spilled into Sven's mouth. Sven sputtered and spat out his cock so the next rope of spunk splashed across his muzzle. "Uh uh, come on pup," Cain said. He reached over and grabbed the cumming dick. He pumped it in front of Sven's mouth and said, "Come on, you have to swallow to be a good boy." Sven obeyed without a word of protest. Whether because he wanted it or thought he had to mattered little. His wet, red maw opened and was quickly painted with several more ropy strings of cum. Cain purred, "Good boy," as Sven swallowed. He shivered at the taste of his cum.

The caracal stopped recording on his phone quickly straddled Sven's face. The wolf made a surprised grunt before his nose was smothered by Cain's taint. "Service your master, pup, you're almost free." Sven folded under the order. Cain ground his hips down to rub his musky scent all over the wolf's muzzle. The canine's tongue lapped from his taint to rim in a dazed fashion. He would need to learn to be more eager to please, but Cain could teach him. There would be plenty of time.

Cain grabbed the wolf's cock and squeezed it. Like any canine, a steady leak of cum continued long after the initial orgasm. It made it all too easy to line up the sounding rod in his paw with Sven's urethra.

Sven's howl was muffled by Cain's balls and backside. Cain called out, "Easy pup!" as the wolf's hips thrashed. The caracal held tight to his dick, though, forcing the rod in another inch. Cain could not imagine what it felt like, to be so sensitive after cumming only to have such a thing shoved inside you. He was sure it was bright and burning pain, but Sven did not fight as much as he could have. He did not bite at Cain from beneath. He merely whimpered and whined, hips trembling as Cain held his cock and the rod inside it still.

"That's it," Cain whispered. He slowly started to tease the rod back and forth. "I saw you earlier pup. You liked it when Mel scratched you, didn't you? You like being in pain, hmm?"

Sven whimpered beneath him. Then, Cain felt the wolf obediently start to lick his balls. He purred as the dog lapped against the heavy orbs. "Good pup," Cain encouraged. "You like being like this, hmm?"

Sven whined and mumbled something.

"What's that pup?"

"It... It feels good."

"You want me to keep making you feel good?"

"Yes," Sven whispered quietly.

"Stay still, pup," Cain ordered. He released Sven's dick, and it flopped down against his belly. The sounding rod poked outward and left a clear outline along the underside of his shaft. Cain let it be for now and instead turned his attention to Sven's ass. With how curled around he was, the small caracal could sit comfortably on Sven's face while he leaned in and sampled the wolf's scent. He nuzzled into the wolf's soft perineum and took a deep breath. The earthy musk of a bitch in heat made Cain lick his lips. Sven's backside quaked when it felt a rough, sandpapery tongue dragged across the delicate flesh. Cain reached his ass and pulled it apart, claws extended to dig into the wolf's tender skin. Sven's entrance was still a little flushed from the forceful fingering from earlier, and clenched when Cain licked across it. Sven moaned and accepted it. He knew what Cain was preparing him for. Yet the wolf never stopped dutifully licking his balls. In fact he became more earnest, sucking against one of the heavy orbs since it was too big to fit in his maw.

The wolf's hole tasted like a male in rut. Cain couldn't help but lose himself in it. There would be no lube for his cock. Cain knew Sven would want that pain. The caracal only ate the helpless wolf out because he relished feeling the body beneath him react. Those hips bobbed and tried to push Sven's ass more into Cain's muzzle. The caracal growled dug his tongue against the soft entrance until it eventually yielded. The male's earthy taste made the cat's whiskers twitch.

It was rough and sharp and oh so inviting for Sven. Something about submitting to this, to the sharp, burning in his cock that felt stronger than anything before had. Submitting to the more endowed male's treatment. Submitting to being used, stuffed by Cain over and over again. Cain would take care of him. It was humiliating to be used like this by a male so much smaller than him, but even that humiliation was sweet and intoxicating. Sven was some kind of prize, and the wolf found he loved being prized like this.

Cain's tongue stirred in and out. The ring of muscle became puffy yet slack, spit covered and relaxed. Eased and inviting while the caracal made out with the moist hole. He kissed it as a pair of lips, tongue digging inside. Sven melted under his touch. Cain let go of the wolf's rump and teased his still hard dick. He tweaked the sounding rod and Sven whined. He leaned away and stopped working on Sven to ask, "You want me to fuck you, pup?"

"Mmph, yes?"

"But you're not gay hmm?"

Sven growled but answered, "I don't care what I am... I need--"

"I'll take care of you, pup. But once I have, there's no going back."

Sven's body stilled. He asked, "Wha-what do you mean?"

"I'm going to own you. I'm going to be your alpha."

The wolf remained silent. He growled. "What if I say no?"

"Hehe," Cain dragged an appreciative claw down Sven's taint, "Well, I'm going to fuck you anyways, but after you won't get the satisfaction of having access to me whenever you need me."

Sven huffed. Cain wasn't worried how Sven answered. He had total control of the wolf, and Cain would not give it up until Sven begged for a leash and a collar. He flicked the exposed tip of the sounding rod, and the wolf gasped. Cain sweetened the deal for him, "Your girlfriend won't ever know. No one on your wrestling team or your friends."

"Wh-who will?"

"Me, and a bunch of other guys who will want to treat you just like this." Cain stroked Sven's cock with a paw. "Any time you want to be treated like this, you could go there and they would take care of you. Think about it, huh? How long have you been hard, hmm? When was the last time you felt this good?"

Sven grunted. "I... I don't..."

"Let it happen, pup, this is where you belong."

Sven made a low, keening whine. Like the sound released the last of his resistance. He said, "I-I want it. I want you to be my alpha."

"Good pup," Cain purred.

Sven huffed. "Fuck me, Cain."

"Alpha."

"Alpha..." Sven said and shuddered. He said it again as if to savor the taste. "Alpha... alpha..."

"That's right, pup, you know your place," Cain said. He finally got off the floor. Positioned as he was, Sven was at the perfect height for the small caracal to fuck. Cain idly wondered if Sven's back hurt in that position, but no matter. He grabbed the firm muscle of one of Sven's hamstrings. He squeezed it claws out, raking flesh to make the wolf groan. Then he slapped his girthy length against Sven's taint. The wolf's tail wagged when he felt the hot length rub against his skin. The short fur here quickly grew damp from Cain's precum. Enough to make it slick when Cain teased that barbed head over Sven's puffy entrance. The inflamed asshole clenched like a needy slut. As if Sven had been built for this instead of a just freshly broken virgin.

Growling, Cain pressed his dick firmly against Sven's entrance, angling his massive tool downward. Sven yielded more easily than Mel. Still, Sven grunted and took a few shallow breaths when his warmth encased Cain. The wolf cursed but knew better than to ask his alpha to slow down. The caracal did not. He planted both paws on that pearl hide and pulled his ass apart, stretching Sven's rim wide. Cain enjoyed watching it cave inward as he slowly plunged more of his dick inside the bigger wolf.

A wolf who should be every bit a stud laid low by him. Brought to begging by him. It made Cain's heart pound in his chest. He snarled a fucked roughly into his omega. Sven cried out but did not struggle or protest. His body clenched reflexively, but Cain could tell the wolf also struggled to relax. If Cain had decided to use lube, he might already be hilted in the wolf. But there was something delicious going in dry. To know those wet, cloying walls mixed with his pre would be the only lube the wolf used. The only lube the wolf needed. After all, the pain was part of this, too, for Sven.

Cain grunted and worked his hips, sawing more and more into that delicious ass. His barbs felt good in that flexing warmth. They rubbed and teased all over Sven's insides, bringing the wolf a type of pleasure only the caracal could give him. In the weeks to come, Sven would beg for his dick, strip in bathrooms, ride Cain while his girlfriend slept in the next room, and do all manner of sordid things for the caracal.

For now, though, it was a simple pleasure to bottom out inside the wolf. Cain saw a small bulge right above the wolf's hips. The sign of his penetration. Laughing a little at the perverted sight, he looked down and saw the entire wolf's face had gone red. But all Cain saw in his eyes was a desperate need for Cain to continue.

Cain did just that. He pumped his hips rough and hard. The sound of his balls slapping against Sven's echoed the sound of Sven's cock slapping his belly as the wolf rocked forward and back. Each pull out brought the delicious burn of those barbs raking Sven's insides while every inward thrust hammered his prostate. The wolf felt his knotted cock ache under the treatment. The pressure to cum built in his dick and balls, right up to where that sounding rod was. It was so much sensation. Cain was just so big and handled Sven like he was nothing. Sven loved it. He just needed to submit to the feeling. He was merely a vessel for other alphas to use, and something about that humiliating truth made Sven moan loudly, proudly. Even if Cain released him after this, Sven wasn't sure he would want to leave. The caracal's cock deserved to be worshipped and served, after all.

Cain held tight to Sven's hips. Each time he thrust forward he pulled Sven into him. Their hips bounced off each other in a loud blur. The work of fucking the wolf gave Cain a stitch. He panted and kept up the rough fuck. Sven practically began to wail underneath him. The caracal could see his cock and balls flex, but cum did not burst forth from the wolf. It issued out slowly and painfully around the sounding rod while Cain hammered Sven's prostate into paste. The alpha did not last much longer. Not when his omega spasmed and milked his cock so diligently. Not when he was high on the thrill of cracking this once stud into an obedient slut beneath him.

Cain groaned, hunched over Sven's back end when his cock blew. Another potent load spilled from his hung meat. The rush of his orgasm left Cain a little dazed. He moaned and humped dumbly into the wolf's ass while Sven begged and encouraged him below. The wolf seemed overjoyed to have fulfilled his purpose, rhythmically clasping the caracal's cock. Seed quickly overflowed the wolf entrance. It dripped into and around Cain's large, flexing testicles. The caracal's whole body seemed primed as much as possible to breed the wolf.

As Sven began to come down, so too did his usual senses rush in. He whined a little and said, "Al-alright, you've had your fun. Now let me go." Sven felt good and warm, but the humiliation of what he just let happen left him a little sick. It was a moment of weakness, he didn't actually want this.

Cain's tail swayed back and forth. The feline's cock still twitched inside Sven's pleasurably aching hole. The caracal simply said, "I'm going to mark you now, omega, so everyone knows who you belong to."

"What? Fuck dude don't--"

But Sven's words were cut off when he felt warmth fill him. Liquid and surging warmth that made his belly a little swollen and hot and warm. Piss quickly bloated the big wolf's tummy before it spilled out around the cat's cock, and the feline's mark joined the smell of cum and rut in the room. It was horrible and sordid, but something cracked inside Sven at this latest degradation.

He loved being marked by his alpha. The scent that joined the room made the wolf quake. His balls clenched again as a new orgasm surged through his body and left him seeing spots.

With a grunt, Cain pulled all the way out. As he popped free, a slurry of piss and cum slid down the wolf's front, joined by Cain's renewed stream as he aimed it at Sven's chest. The wolf's fur became wet and matted from the mark. Sven's whine turned into a moan as Cain reached down and plucked the sounding rod from his cock. As if he released a dam, a steady stream of the wolf's cum spilled out and joined the mess going down his front. Cain knelt before the wolf, his bladder finally dry, and Sven seemed to read his alpha's mind.

The wolf craned his neck and opened his muzzle. Cain pushed his cock inside the waiting maw, which Sven began to suckle on obediently. The caracal scratched Sven's cheek affectionately while his omega cleaned his cock. Sven's fur was a ruinous mess of cum and piss. Most of it remained on the wolf, but some even now spilled on the floor.

Cain glanced in the corner where Mel was watching and stroking his puny dick. He flinched when Cain met his gaze. "Get one of your shirts and clean up our mess, slut."

Mel nodded. While he dug out a shirt from the pile of clothes in his closet, Cain undid the bindings keeping Sven's hands tied to the radiator.

Sven did not move for a moment, he had been trying to clench his asshole shut. But Cain had fucked him so thoroughly that the gaping entrance remained a little open. It was only when Cain touched his thigh and said, "I like having you in this position, but there are others I want to try," that the wolf groaned and rolled free.

Cain knelt beside the wolf, paw on the bigger omega's shoulder. He asked, "You doing okay?"

"My shoulders hurt like hell," Sven growled. "I should kill both of you."

"But you won't," Cain said, and Sven winced. Cain reached down and groped the wolf's retreating length. "You know you were made for this, pup."

Sven growled. "I need a shower."

"Mmm, in the morning," Cain told him, fondling Sven's junk.

"You think I'm just going to stay here?"

Cain chuckled, "Are you going to walk out like this?" Sven reeked of piss and cum. Anyone who saw him leave would be able to know what happened, and who he was. "Why do you keep looking for excuses, hmm?" Cain's claws came out, softly pricking at the wolf's sheath.

Sven's ears folded back. He turned away and muttered, "I'm not..."

"But you are," Cain whispered in his ear. "And you love it, just accept it."

"I'm not going to just let any male fuck me," Sven growled.

"Of course not," Cain soothed, rubbing Sven's back with his other paw. "You need an alpha like me or my fraternity brothers. We'll take care of your needs in exchange for your service. Do you really think I'd let someone pathetic as Mel fuck you?"

Cain felt more than saw Mel flinch behind them both. "Stay," the caracal urged. "Text who you need to so no one comes looking for you, and I'll fuck you all night. I'll even let you knot Mel as much as you want."

The cougar whimpered, but Cain could care less.

Sven's blush began to return to his face. He was covered in the caracal's mark and seed. He reeked of cat. Reeked of being dominated. He should hate feeling this degraded and humiliated. Yet the smell, admittedly, was turning Sven on. He wanted more. He wanted to see what else Cain could do to him. How deep Cain could make Sven sink into slutty degredation.

Sven did not answer right away, instead he pulled Cain into a heady kiss. At first it upset Cain, but then he knew Sven forced it so Cain might take the lead, take back control. The wolf tasted of a heady mixture of caracal and canine seed. The makings of a slut's palette. Cain lapped his tongue up and down Sven's, savoring the work he had done. He pushed Sven down onto his back and the wolf's arms wrapped around Cain--to welcome him, to pull him closer. Sven wanted nothing else but Cain at that moment, to become lost in that strange sea of pleasure.

Cain felt again that rush of pleasure come at dominating someone when Sven broke the kiss. The wolf looked him in the eyes a moment before he lost the will to keep eye contact with his superior. He whispered demuely, breathlessly, "I'm yours, alpha."