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Roy frowned as he sat in the middle of the lizards, naked except for a pair of black briefs.

"I kind of thought he'd be wearing panties," one of the lizard boys teased, causing them all to laugh quietly.

Roy had decided to go to the college because it was good and looking to fill a non scaled quota, so skins and furs got in at a steal. Still, there was no helping a bit of racism, even had had thought about how strange the place had smelled. He hoped his best to get a long though! Unfortunately he was cursed with strawberry red fur and bright pink hair. His lithe figure, round butt, cute face didn't do him any favors. While he was clearly a boy, he knew it made him look a little gay. Due to being a much different species as well as his coloring that always caused him trouble, he had agreed to undergo a bit of hazing to get a long. A little alcohol helped ease his the 18 year old's mind too, a little being a lot for someone so inexperienced.

He blushed brightly at the comment, not that anyone would notice under all that red anyways. He accepted it begrudgingly as part of their teasing him, just trying to assert what manly men they were. The group of buff, jockish lizards, half of them still in some kind of uniform.

"Let's just get this over with, okay?" He asked nervously, refusing to make eye contact with them.

They obliged him by slipping a blindfold over his eyes, brushing his bangs out of the way to do so. It was tied up tight in the back, pulling a scared gulp out of him. He had no idea what they had in store, the blindfold just wracketed up his tension. He had been told everyone went through it before though, so he'd be even less liked if he didn't follow through and he did have to share a dorm with these guys. When they placed a collar on his neck he was a little less compliant though.

"What the heck guys?" He asked with a nervous, trembling voice.

"Just a collar for the dog," one of the scales replied with a clear chuckle.

The racist remark upset him a little more, but he knew it was just teasing. The hushed whispers and secrecy of it all just urged him to keep his mouth shut anyways. He had already seem them gather a bag of things, if it was just some teasing about being a dog that was fine. He was a fox anyways, so the joke was on them. So he tried to tell himself as the leash was clipped to the collar, causing his pierced ears to twitch.

The scaled crew lead him around in circles for a while so he didn't know where they were taking him. At first he thought it was stupid, since it would have to stay inside the dorm anyhow and supposedly not get caught. As it wore on though, he began to realize that the dorm was pretty big, they could be taking him in circles or actually to some secret room he never knew about! It made his stomach church, his head swim with the alcohol. He received more teasing each time he stumbled or fell forward, none of them stepping out of their way to help him.

Everyone who sleeps in this dorm goes through this! He told himself sincerely. Maybe not as severe as he might get it, but certainly nothing they enjoyed. It wasn't some girl's pillow fighting and gossiping, guys did rough stuff sometimes.

Roy was thankful when they finally stopped, falling onto his knees with a sigh. His nose twitched at the smell of something funny in the air though. He knew he was someplace familiar, cold tiles underneath his knees, but his mind was pretty fuzzy. His ears stayed perked though, alert for any signs, only to hear zippers being undone. His stomach dropped out and he cringed, hearing them obviously starting to undress!

"You aren't gonna do gay stuff, right?" Roy asked with a clearly frightened voice. He hadn't thought they were like that, but some of them might have gotten the wrong idea.

"No! We aren't fags," one of them said with certainty in his voice that made the fox feel stupid. "You are!" Another followed up, just making the fox feel even lower and dumber.

"I'm REALLY straight," he insisted, looking around blindly as if it would help.

"You wanna be our friend don't you?" The harsh lizard voice teased.

"Y-yes! But-" Roy stammered, allowing him to easily get cut off.

"We'll be REALLY good friends then," he was met with more teasing and group laughter.

He was about to say something again, to try to change their minds, when his muzzle was suddenly covered with something. The smell of sweat and maleness was clear, stinging his nose at smelling it so close! He tried to jerk back, only to have his leash held tightly. He tried to push it away, but his hands were pulled behind his back. It was obviously one of their jock straps, no wonder they had stayed in uniform! When his blindfold came off, it was confirmed. To keep it on, they draped the straps over his ears, leaving him to breathe in long whiffs on lizard groin.

As he looked around, he saw that they were all bottomless, their cocks out and several of them half hard. His heart sinking as he grew more and more deeply ashamed. Worse yet, they were in the bathroom, sitting just outside a stall. What they would do to him there, he didn't even want to think about it. Maybe they just wanted to have an easy place to clean him up?

"I wanna see tongue," one of them said firmly.

He wanted to look to see which one, but any time he turned his head up he was greeted by a see of cock. Hardly something he wanted to see.

"Just make it through and everything will be fine," he told himself.

His tongue weakly snaked out and licked over the gross jock, coughing as he realized he could taste something slick. Precum! He wanted to die, he had never tasted that in his whole life and never wanted to. He licked again though, able to taste the sweat too, disturbed to find out that apparently these lizards could sweat, or maybe it wasn't even theirs. He resisted sniffing as much as he could, not caring to try to match the scent to the owner.

"Good boy," one of them praised and condescendingly patted his head.

Mercifully, the jock strap was removed from his face and his arms were let go. He tried to wipe the sweat off the furr around his muzzle, but he couldn't. He wasn't sure he ever wanted to be friends with these guys, but at least once this was over, the ridicule would stop.

"Just hurry, please," he said in a low voice, a growl accompanying it from deep in his throat.

He regretted his words right away as a pair of heavy balls were rested on his head, causing the thick and swollen cock to come in to his view. He could of course, smell the dirty lizard. No sweat, but it was a gross smell anyways that made his nose twitch, a male sex scent. Pre dripped on the tip of his nose as well, furthering his disgust.

"Alright bitch, we'll do what we're all waiting for," said the lizard who's cock had been placed so casually on Roy's head.

"Crap, stupid, jerk, fricken," he grumbled under his breathe, angry at himself for urging them on. He didn't know rather he wanted it to go slower, or go faster, he was afraid to get raped!

They tugged the leash, forcing him to crawl forward. The cock fell from his head, but he was forced to crawl across the floor, butt moving side to side. He saw them staring at it out of the corner of his eye. As if that wasn't enough proof, suddenly his underwear was yanked down to his feet, causing him to stumble and go face first into the dirty bathroom floor. His round bottom and modest package on display for everyone.

"Stop!" He cried, trying to wiggle his underwear up, having to lift his ass to do it.

The sight only caused more laughter from all the boys as one gave him a boot forward, before he could get them up. He was forced to walk right into the stall at the far end, the handicapped kind that had extra space in it. His eyes wide as he thought about losing his virginity to a group of guys he didn't even know. His stomach turning and starting to get teary eyed. Of course that only caused more cries of "Bitch," and "Fag".

He cried as they led him over to the toilet, not even holding it in as he realized that it was going to be something extra nasty. They weren't just gay, they were completely sick.

"No!" He yelled quickly.

"SHUT UP! QUIET!" One yelled back at him, repeatedly smacking his muzzle like a misbehaving dog.

Roy tried to cower from it, only to get more smacks on the back of his head from behind. He burst into full blown sobbing. Tears streaming down his pink cheeks, while he tried to cover his face with his hands. They weren't having it though, just pulling his arms behind his back, while others pulled out cell phones.

"Don't record! Don't record!" He pleaded desperately.

"That's it bitch, beg," one teased as they held the camera right up to his face, then the toilet.

"I'm not a dog!" He cried out in a shrill, angry voice. "I'm a fo-" he was cut off again.

Suddenly his nose was pushed into the toilet bowl, causing him to accidently snort some of it in surprise. He ended up tasting the gross toilet water too, the taste absolutely disgusting and tasting lightly of chemicals used for cleaning. They held him there while he thrashed around, taking several of them to hold the fox there until his struggling stopped. It was hard to breathe with his nose in the water, all riled up and having to open his muzzle wider just to inhale air, inhaling the scent of the water mostly. As he came up, he inhaled deeply, snorting more due to the water burning his nose.

"THERE'S CHEMICALS IN THAT! PEOPLE DO THINGS IN THERE!" He screamed angrily, not sure which upset him more. He could definitely smell many people's scents even in the 'clean' toilet too. They just kept him kneeling on the floor, laughing at him as he looked ready to throw up.

"Come on, it's good enough for dogs, good enough for you," he was told bluntly, followed by a command to start drinking.

He couldn't believe it. They wanted him to drink it!? He was fuming with rage and humiliation, fighting back at the light pushes on the back of his head. After a moment he realized that they might not rape him though, they were treating him like a dog. The alcohol making his head hurt, the terror of all of them wanting to screw him made him relent with a pained whine. Slowly, his head went back to the bowl, staring with disgust at the water.

Shutting his eyes tight, he stuck his tongue out and took a few laps of it. The chemical taste was gross, the smell was gross, but he managed to force down the laps. The lizard boys all cheered him on, praising him. He felt awful, but their cheers made him feel better. Maybe they weren't just out to hurt him. He gave a forced smile, trying to hold back some of the tears and ignore the phones recording the humiliating and supposedly secret ordeal.

When they all moved in closer, his fears of being raped were lit up again. Their cocks all out, all so close to his face. One knelt on his knees, he could feel the bare cock pressing to his underwear, the arms going around him to hold him still sending him into a panic. He squirmed wildly, only to feel the lizard with a grip on him start to stiffen.

"Chill bitch, you're rubbing your fag ass on my dick isn't nice if you aren't gonna take care of it later," he teased, causing the usual set of laughter. Anything that demeaned the pink fox was incredibly funny to them, but the words suggested he wasn't in for rape at least so he settled down.

Suddenly an acidic scent hit his nose though, causing him to gag. Strong, repugnant, dirty, right in front of his sensitive nose. He could see one of the lizards pissing right in front of him! He tried to turn his head, just being forced to watch and smell the lizard emptying his bladder. Another stream of piss just narrowly missed his muzzle, causing him to jerk to the side, only to be directly splashed in the face with another stream of hot piss. All the lizards were taking turns urinating, several at once, into the bowl. Disgusting lizard urine dripping down his pink furr, tinting it with a dirty yellow.

"Oooh gosh..." He groaned, realizing quickly what their game was.

"Please! You don't understand! This is... like... if you get it on me that's... claiming me," he uttered the last two words in an especially low voice, trying to ignore that a bit was in fact on him.

"Wow, you animals have gross mating rituals. We're not dogs though, so tough it out," was the general consensus they reached.

His blush growing brighter and his sobs really coming in full force as he watched them all take a turn holding him and pissing. The smell absolutely revolting now as he had to stare down into the mucky water, just barely able to see the bottom. The acrid smell making him dry heave several times. Right in the middle of protesting again, his face was stuffed right back in.

This time it wasn't just his nose, they shoved his entire head in. His muzzle slid into the drain, the piss soaked water going right up to his ears. He began to thrash as he was forced to take in mouthful after mouthful of the piss water. Snorting it up his nose, feeling it get into his lungs. His eyes burned from the mix of chemicals and water too. With his ears out, he could hear them laughing at him without a hint of sympathy. He didn't want to die drowning in lizard piss, he couldn't believe it. Choking and gagging up more and more until he was finally pulled back up. Roy spit out several mouthfuls back into the water, looking extremely ill.

"Drink!" they commanded several times. Each time he didn't, they dunked his head back into the water, his nose rubbing on the bottom of the bowl.

"STOP! I'LL DRINK!" He screamed after the 8th time, when he was about to be submerged again. Tears flowing freely still and nearly throwing up. "Please, I'll die, just let me drink," he begged as the sobbing shook his entire body.

They held his head so that his nose touched the cold water. His tongue lolled out into the water to take a lick, but they told him to hold it there. He let his tongue bath in the musky, chemical, urine-water. Dryheaving and coughing hard, but not pulling it out until he was commanded to drink. Each disgusting command they gave, he followed. "Clean the bottom of the bowl," and "Snort some,". Piss dripping off his face, with his furr completely soaked, even his upper body dripping. Everyone would be able to smell it for weeks, even months. His whole life was wrecked and he didn't even know how to explain it.

He didn't even move when they went to get the bag of things they brought, too ashamed. He was humiliated beyond anything he thought he could feel. The experience worse than any bullying he had felt in his life. He hated them all more than anything he had ever hated in his life, now he would remember their smell and being their bitch for the rest of his life.

They did his arms up with the leash, causing a sweet groan from him as he wondered what could be left for their sick imaginations to come up with. They produced two straws, all grinning down at him. He tried to move his head, but each bendy straw went into his nose and was taped there. Roy snorted indignantly, but it only drew more familiar laughter. Next they pulled out a tube, also with tape, making him squirm even more.

His mouth stayed shut, but a painful squeeze to his balls that caused him to double over was more than effective. They pried his mouth open and stuck the tube in, taping around his muzzle over and over until all the soaked red fur had been covered in pink duct tape. His mouth kept forced open, his tongue laid over the inside of the tube so that they had access to it. Their plan had become terrifyingly clear at that point.

"Waih! Yuf an! I dwon!" He tried to speak, only being met with pats on the head.

"That tape won't hold those straws forever bitch, so I'd get drinking before they go under," they told him with satisfied smirks.

Despite attempting to fight it, his face was forced back in, right to the very bottom of the toilet bowl. His muzzle pressed into the drain again, the straws just barely above the piss-water, so the slightest struggle would cause some to spill in. Of course his mouth was wide open, all he could taste was repulsive lizard piss mixed with chemical water. There was no way he could swallow it all! He was sure he would die! On top of that he kept having to gag it up, his eyes were burning.

They secured him there by placing the toilet seat over his head and taping that down also, just saving a few last pieces of duct tape. Poor Roy was in complete hell at that point, genuinely and wrongly thinking he was at the height of suffering once again. Once he was secured down, he heard them get something else from the crinkling shopping bag, but he dared not try to struggle, incase the straws dipped under. Bubbles pouring from his mouth to the top of the toilet water, drawing amused comments from the lizards.

As his fluffy tail was lifted, he realized in horror that his hope of not being sexually assaulted wasn't going to be coming true. Feeling his tail permanently lifted by being taped to the leash cord, out of his reach. Any attempts to protest at that point were met by more gargles and bubbles as he ended up choking down some of the water, directly from the worst area where everything settled.

As his underwear came down, all the way down to his knees, they gave obligatory comments about his cute ass and small dick. They all made it clear that he was quite small, though he knew he wasn't near as tiny as they claimed, he was put into an even more shamed state. They were feeling it, trying to peel back the sheethe, teasing him.

"I hope you're a grower, huh bitch," they taunted.

He was scared and drowning in their vile waste, how could he possibly get hard!? He screamed into the water, only causing more bubbles and hardly any noise. His fists clenched and entire body tense, which turned out to be a terrible idea for the naive fox.

"You've been so good, it would be a shame to deprive you of what fox's love the most," one of the lizards commented as a gel was rubbed between his pert cheeks.

Roy's eyes got wide, causing more water to scald them. He couldn't help it though as his entire body reacted with natural, fear induced responses to what they were saying and what he was feeling. The cold gel making the air on his little tailhole tingle. He screamed his brains out into the water, only to be met with more laughter and more water in the straws, causing him breathing trouble.

Slowly but surely, a small dildo began to force its way against him. It burned his little tailhole as it stretched it, his first ever penetration. Roy couldn't help jerking around and trying to wiggle his ass away, body tight as could be out of fear and lack of instruction. The pain of it going in was intense, even though it was the size of an average cock, or bigger than Roy's they pointed out. He howled uselessly as he felt it fill him up.

"AWRAOOO!" He yipped into the water, surely a source of more humiliation if they knew what kind of animal noises he was making.

Finally the awful toy was in, forcing his insides to straighten out some and stretch to acommodate it. His natural tightness forcing it to start sliding out, but that was fixed quickly with tape. Again, he thought the worst of it was over, until they turned it on. The toy buzzing violently inside him with a fresh battery, causing him to wildly thrash again, banging his knees on the floor and arching his back.

"No!" He cried into the water as the worst thing he could imagine happened. His cock shot to full hardness almost immediately due to the horrible stimulation inside him, hitting some cruel and disturbingly sensitive areas he had never even realized existed. Of course his now hard cock didn't escape the notice of the lizards, who took new joy in mocking him for it.

"Wow, he really likes it!" "I guess he's not a grower either." "God, what a total fag."

The final words whispered in his ear sent cold shivers through his body though.

"See you in the morning, but we're not letting you out until you gulp every drop in there and neither will anyone else," the voice hissed into his ear.

Roy spent the entire night in the bathroom, gargling urine and even doing his best to swallow it down. The miserable fox had done his absolute best, only managing half of it without somehow throwing up, passing out several times. Disgustingly enough, for him, he stayed hard all night, dripping pre off his bright pink cock but not cumming a drop. He thought that preserved his dignity, until the campus security showed up.

While they were sympathetic, undoing Roy's bindings and carefully helping him, his hardon didn't help. It destroyed him to even try to talk about it, especially since he was still half dazed. Since the fox dimly confessed to drinking, along with his hardon, his total terror and humiliation, they simply promised not to tell anyone and he reluctantly agreed, not wanting to tell anyone either afterall. No matter how much he showered though, he couldn't get it off, or go home and face his family. He resigned himself to living with the taunts of "toilet breath" and "bitch" from students and teachers alike.