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The Rho Iota Zeta frat house sat at the end of an ominous drive lined with trees almost as old as the university itself. Rushing along that drive was a black Bombay cat, heading straight for the frat's grand double doors with the letters PIZ proudly displayed above them. The patio stairs creaked beneath him as he made the short climb; apparently loudly enough for someone to already be on their way by the time he reached out for the knocker.

Just as he touched the brass ring, the doors were swung wide by an intimidating lion. His sand-coloured fur carried the scent of sweat and something more... acidic. It was barely masked by cheap deodorant. The lion's mane was a hazelnut brown, his hair a similar shade but darker and covered mostly by a snapback. This was Rho Iota Zeta's leader, Mason. Taller than the one at the door, an impressive 6'2 compared to the cat's 5'8, he looked down as he spoke to him.

"Kaleb, right?" The frat lion extended a fist.

The black cat accepted the fist bump with a slightly awkward smile.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Forget something at last night's meeting? Why are you back already?"

Last night, Rho Iota Zeta's pledges had gathered in the frat house basement. There had been four dozen pledges all packed in, with more listening from the stairs. It was no surprise; this was a popular frat renowned for throwing incredible, but exclusive parties. This was reinforced by their membership policy; only the first three people to 'swallow their new pride' would be accepted into the frat.

People had tried grovelling, insulting themselves, running off to beg the frat's pledged members for help, but nothing had worked. Everyone had left without the brotherhood they had hoped to find, with many giving up. Kaleb, however, believed that he had found the answer.

"No, I figured it out. Or I think I figured it out."

Mason's eyebrow twitched; the beginnings of a smirk crept upon his lips.

"Oh yeah? What's the answer?"

The answer was not a spoken one.

Kaleb slowly got to his knees in front of Mason.

His cheeks were already burning with shame, his entire body tensing with trepidation and even his breath caught in his throat. Kaleb forced himself to look up; he expected Mason to shove him away, but he didn't. And so, Kaleb brought his mouth closer to the lion's basketball shorts, towards the stirring bulge. He was close enough to kiss it when Mason finally jeered:

"Gonna suck me off right here, cat? On the porch?"

"I have to don't I? How else am I going to swallow your uh.. cum."

Mason rubbed at his crotch with the palm of his hand, rolling it over the outline of his semi. There was a flash of sharp teeth as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Who said anything about cum?"

By bringing the bands of his shorts and underwear down beneath his hefty sack, Mason revealed his thick prick. It was three fingers thick and even half-flaccid it was much larger than the erection Kaleb had tucked away. Feeling his stiff prick against his inner thigh, the cat shifted uncomfortably; hoping he was hard because he was kneeling in front of another man's dick, and not because he was about to swallow his piss.

Everything seemed to slow as Mason positioned his hands. One kept his clothes out of the way, the other aimed his dick. Placing his thumb on top of his dick's head, he curled his fingers around the shaft and aimed upwards towards the black cat's face.

Kaleb's heart thumped in his ears. His cheeks weren't crimson with shame anymore; it was a mixture of so many more emotions now. Fear. Anticipation. Thirst.

If Mason was joking so much could go wrong. What if someone was watching, or worse recording, and the moment Kaleb made to go through with it the hammer would fall? Even if this wasn't a prank, some bystander could see; there were too many windows pointing towards the house to count and even the slightest glimpse of this scene would convey exactly what was happening. But what if this wasn't a sick joke, what if this really was how Rho Iota Zeta initiated their pledges? What if Mason actually did enjoy this? The humiliation aspect or the... wetter part. What if Kaleb enjoyed that wetter part?

Shuffling closer on his knees, the black cat opened his mouth and looked up at Mason with patience and curiosity.

Their eyes met. Kaleb recognized the glint in Mason's eyes not as cruelty, but charity; the same kind as in a benevolent missionary's eyes spreading the good word. Out of the corner of his view, Kaleb saw the lion slowly rolling back his foreskin - revealing the tender pink of his dickhead beneath and that widening urethra.

Content, and even excited, for what would come next; Kaleb closed his eyes.

Even blind Kaleb could tell where the lion's cock was. A great heat was emanating from it, warming the cat's face. Then that heat rose sharply, and a spurt of lukewarm liquid hit his tongue. A warning shot. For a brief moment, it could have been anything, but then the stream strengthened.

It brought with it that distinct taste, salty and acrid with an unmistakable warmth. It was an overwhelming taste, but not too sour.Right now, there was only the faintest smell of piss, and it would stay that way as long as he didn't spill any. But there was only one way to avoid spilling it.

"Gonna have to swallow it, cat."

Kaleb's tongue tingled from this piss it was bathing in. His throat was beginning to twitch and spasm as he fought back the urge to swallow. But if he didn't swallow it, he'd spill it; a small tide of urine was lapping at his lower teeth. Mason was right.

But swallowing would mean closing his mouth and it was unlikely that Mason would halt his stream in time. It was bound to splash and wet the cat's clothes, marking him with an undeniable scent. If he tried to spit it out or turned his head to spray it somewhere else, that would only make things worse. Rivets of piss began to spill from his teeth, wetting his dry lips. He really had no choice.

With one big gulp, Kaleb felt the warmth of the piss travelling down his throat and into his gullet. In that brief second of swallowing, the lion's stream sprayed against his lips. It splashed onto his chin and his nose, but the greatest damage was from the small downpour rolling off his chin and onto his shirt. Kaleb's mouth was open again before it could truly soak the fabric.

The lion put little force behind his piss, the arch barely climbed before falling down onto the cat's lips. His aim was almost perfect; he'd clearly had practice. He knew not to force it all out at once, providing a somewhat double-edged sword for the cat. On the one hand it meant that he'd time to swallow with little spillage, which kept the mess to a minimum. On the other hand, it dragged the act out; giving people more time to discover them in this compromising position.

A second swallow. More spilt, this time catching his cheek as he turned his head ever so slightly. A third. Somehow his mouth felt dry. Somehow he was thirsty for more. A fourth and then Mason was done, leaving Kaleb somewhat disappointed.

His stream slowed to a trickle. The lion shook the last droplets of piss off onto the patio boards as Kaleb got to his feet, wiping the piss from his face with the back of his hand. Kaleb did not spit or scrape his tongue with his teeth, instead he sucked on it to elicit a stronger taste for just a few moments before swallowing what he had managed to gather.

"Is that it? Am I a member now?"

The grin still hadn't dropped from Mason's face. His dick was erect again by the time he pulled his underwear back up.

"Depends on if you enjoyed it or not." The lion stalked closer with a devious smile, gazing at the cat with mischief in his eyes. "Can I check?"

Kaleb returned the lion's look, and then his smile.

In one swift motion, Mason took Kaleb by the hip and turned him towards the house so that he could push the cat against the wall. He grabbed Kaleb by the wrists, brought his arms above his head and used just one hand to keep them there as the other expertly unbuttoned the cat's fly and dove down to feel him up.

A whimper escaped the smaller feline, but he did not resist as Mason groped at his cock. Kaleb was rock hard in his boxers. The fur of his crotch was damp with precum, but they both wanted it to be soaking with something else. The lion wrapped a paw around Kaleb's cock, squeezed gently and treated it to some strokes as he leaned down to speak into his ear.

"Feels like you enjoyed it just as much as I did. Why don't you come with me and meet the rest of your frat?"

How could Kaleb say no?

Mason hurriedly brought Kaleb into the house, down the corridor and into the basement. The basement was surprisingly normal, looking exactly like every other frat house basement. A ping pong table with a beer pong kit on top, leather couches against the walls, kegs, an inside paddling pool. It would almost be innocent if it weren't for the clear plastic sheets sticking out of a storage box and the lingering scent of urine. Still craving more from his first taste, that scent tickled Kaleb's nose and stirred his waning erection back to full attention.

It was leaking again when Mason pushed the cat up against a beam just off from the middle of the room. Kaleb was so pre-occupied with the lion's tongue in his mouth, he failed to notice his hands being manoeuvred behind the pillar. He wouldn't have noticed the snap of handcuffs around his wrists if Mason hadn't pulled away.

"Sorry cat! Trust me, it's way easier when you can't stray. And you might want to sit down."

No stranger to cuffs, Kaleb got down to his knees - just in time for one of his new frat brothers to come bounding down the stairs.

This one was a dog - a Leonberger to be precise - and was dressed in nothing but a tight pair of red and black boxer briefs, as if he had just rolled out of bed. His legs were ever so slightly crossed, with one hand squeezing his bulge as he moved. He ignored Kaleb, speaking straight to the lion.

"What took him so long, Mason!? God I've been bursting for this all day."

Kaleb opened his mouth to greet the dog, but instead was treated to a mouth full of dog cock. Even half-erect, the dog was still sporting enough to fill Kaleb's mouth. And what his cock didn't take up, his piss soon would. The cat didn't even have time to adjust himself as the dog locked him in place by putting both hands on his head. He tried to start a blowjob, but the Leonberger opened the floodgates without warning.

This piss was... warmer than Mason's? Its taste was blunter and harder to identify, but the warmth of it was oddly arousing. And with the dog's dick pressed so close to his lips, Kaleb could feel the warmth coming from his junk as well. It reminded him just how cold the rest of him was, so much so that he didn't mind it when swallowing made a bit of it spill. Kaleb shuddered at the warmth splashing his chin and chest. A part of him wanted to feel it washing over him, rather than running down his gullet straight to what felt like his bladder. He knew it would take a few minutes to get there, but with the weight and pressure growing within it sure didn't feel like it.

Even rushing to get it out, the Leonberger was lasting longer than Mason was. Kaleb's head felt like it was swimming in the stuff; dulling his senses to everything but the drink and the presence of more frat brothers slowly entering the room. He couldn't see past the Leonberger's belly, but he could hear their voices, their excitement and their desperation. As the dog stepped away, Kaleb closed his eyes.

The next pissed from a distance; spraying his piss into the cat's open mouth. He was accurate, for the most part, but trailed off towards the end and left a streak straight down the cat's front. It dripped from him, rivets of it running through his fur to catch on the waistband of his boxers.

One buried it deep, practically gagging Kaleb as he pissed straight into his throat. The cat's eyes were rolling, his body twitching, but fortunately whoever it was finished fast and left the cat gasping for air. Most were nicer than that, either letting Kaleb take as much as he wanted or as little as they needed. Some liked to slide it back and forth as if they were getting a blowjob, and others liked to make the cat give them a blowjob by gently nudging his head back and forth. He was happy to oblige, especially if it kept them in his mouth longer.

Watching Kaleb bound and drinking piss seemed to be bring out the more private sides of people. Those watching gradually became more comfortable, and as they grew more comfortable they became more open to indulging their inner exhibitionists and their inner dominants.

Those who had already emptied their bladders weren't subtle about reaching into their trousers to grope or stroke themselves. The ones still waiting their turn seemed eager to do the same, but didn't want risk getting too hard to participate in the main event.

Such was the fate of one particular mouse, a nervous little thing. His cock was rock hard against his belly as he approached, barely able to be pushed and aimed at the cat's mouth. Before the mouse could give up and step away, Mason approached. Kaleb couldn't see properly, but he saw Mason's fingers diving for the mouse's ass and heard the rodent's squeak.

A little prodding and poking later, and the mouse was soft enough to piss. Mason pinched the mouse's cock and aimed it for him as he squirmed on the lion's fingers. It was a weak and clear stream, in both taste and colour. Still though, despite his size the mouse lasted a while - long enough for Kaleb to run out of breath. Kaleb bowed his head as he panted for breath, causing the mouse to deposit the rest of his bladder on the cat's head. It dripped from his hair as the mouse sheepishly stepped away to make room for the next frat bro.

A stallion. A stud with chestnut fur along with the occasional darker spot and a bit of salt and pepper on the chin. A mature student perhaps, but Kaleb didn't spend enough time looking at his face. He was busy staring at the horse's cock. It had already dropped from his sheath, and now hung semi-hard between his thighs like a third leg.

Kaleb might have stared longer, had the horse not taken a tuft of the cat's head furs and forced him to look him in the eyes.

"Ready for me, pledge?"

Unable to form words, Kaleb nodded with urgency.

"Beg for it then. Beg for me to piss on you."

After drinking the piss of almost everyone in the room, Kaleb didn't hesitate.

"Please! Please piss on me! Mark me! I want to swallow it, I want to taste it - I need you to piss on me, please-"

That was all he managed before the stallion unleashed his powerful stream with an outright orgasmic moan of relief.

The heat of the perfect shower washed over Kaleb. The stallion aimed high - at Kaleb's hair, his neck and his shoulders so that it would roll down in rivers to the rest of him. Despite the force of it, it felt like he was bathing in it more than anything else. Kaleb lifted his face towards the stallion after cowering away from the stream, and closed his eyes so that the stallion could baptize him with it. The stallion was happy to oblige and aimed for Kaleb's face. Kaleb's lip trembled as he tried to resist the urge to open his mouth.

Eventually, Kaleb had to turn away to breathe. This provided the stallion and opportunity to aim elsewhere; he chose to aim at the cat's clothes. Huffing as he strengthened his stream, the stallion sent his virile piss to soak the cat's white shirt. It was wet at the collar already, but now a damp, warm patch spread from the centre until the cotton shirt was practically see through.

Even when the shirt was thoroughly soaked, the horse showed no signs of stopping. He aimed lower, and Kaleb leaned back, so that his piss could soak his jeans. The dark, wet spot spread rapidly - its scent corrupting the fabric as the feel corrupted Kaleb's mind. It would take multiple washes to remove the scent, and once it was gone Kaleb would likely seek the stallion out for a refresh.

After pushing to strengthen his stream and wet the last bit of the cat's jeans, the stallion's stream soon died. Once the last droplets of piss were shaken from his tip, he pulled up his jeans and turned away. Kaleb was left kneeling in a puddle of warm piss, every part of him dripping golden with his heart beating as hard as his cock was throbbing.

When no one else stepped up, people began to filter out. That kinky part of Kaleb was disappointed to see them go, but it quickly returned to excitement when he realized that he had been left alone with Mason.

The lion stepped closer and pressed a shoe to Kaleb's bladder. The cat winced, suddenly aware of just how full he was.

"Pretty good for a pledge. Don't worry, I'm not about to make you walk home drenched in piss; we'll wash them for you..."

Mason began to undo Kaleb's bondage, though the black cat wasn't too eager to get out of the puddle of piss.

"But whilst they're drying, why don't us cats get to know each other better?"

No one ever told Kaleb he was officially a frat member, but he imagined his membership became official somewhere between Kaleb emptying his bladder into Mason's mouth and Mason emptying his balls into Kaleb's tailhole.