KNT Frat - Bro Party

Bid

Finding a good and cheap haircut place on campus was difficult as it was. Finding one that Raymond Izuma could trust was even harder. Growing up in a family that was adverse to change but a huge proponent of intelligence and success, Raymond had developed what one might call an adversity to the new and unknown. He hated the idea of living on campus because he would be in an alien room, with people he didn't know in a location that he barely understood. Going without his mother's cooking - laden with expectations as they were - almost made him want to go hungry and he almost missed his father's constant iteration of how he should focus on his studies and nothing else.

Almost.

Raymond took a deep breath as he nervously leafed through the magazine on his lap. It was a computing magazine boasting about the latest gaming rigs, newest operating system updates and comparing different phones against their competitors. His ponytail dropped across his shoulder and he winced at the thought of having some stranger cut his hair.

He had a barber back in the suburbs. The guy knew exactly how he wanted his hair cut. In fact, Raymond was so adverse to having anyone else cut his hair that in the three months since he had moved to campus, he hadn't gotten a haircut once. He had arrived on campus a month early because he needed to get used to his environs without suffering from an anxiety attack. In that time, his jet-black hair had grown into a ponytail. His friends from high school always commented on how unusually quick his hair grew. The fact that he had forgotten to get his haircut another month prior to moving had forced him to tie his hair back by the time classes had started.

"Who's next?"

One more to go and then it would be his turn. Raymond quivered in his seat, his bony frame softly shaking the oversized clothes he wore. Genetics had given him the short end of the stick. His father was past six feet tall and had played basketball in high school and college. His mother was about the same size and did Tai chi ever morning. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they didn't have a kid until they reached forty. All the good eggs and sperm had been flushed out long ago.

That left Raymond at a miserable five and a half feet of height, skinny as a twig and with hair that grew like a weed. If he were ever to be compared to an everyday object, it would be a mop; thin body and ridiculously thick and long hair. As he turned the page to his magazine, he caught sight of a good looking guy holding the latest laptop model. He was reminded of Teddy who had just moved out of their room two weeks ago, leaving himself and Aubrey with an extra third of the living costs.

Not that he could blame the guy. If Raymond was a mop then Teddy would be the fridge; tall, good looking and very cool. A pang of jealousy struck the young man as he recalled Teddy's bursting biceps, powerful, impressive chest that showed through his shirt and friendly, endearing confidence and cheerful nature. That sort of personality and body would certainly help Raymond in his upcoming issue.

"Next please!"

Raymond looked up and gulped loudly. Near the middle of the barbershop, a powerfully built man stood, eyes fixed on Raymond. For a second, the recently transferred student wondered why he was being singled out. Then he realised he was the only customer left waiting. For a moment, he wondered how embarrassing it would be if he just said he was waiting for someone else and walked out in another minute.

He mentally cursed himself for being so stupid and got up. After setting the magazine down, he sat down on the offered empty seat. The little cape used to keep his hair away from his clothes was draped around his shoulders, some sort of paper wreathed around his neck to prevent any tiny hairs sliding down his collar and then the barber came into view.

Growing up in a family of high expectations and with the ideal of a model person instilled into him from a young age, Raymond found himself a little nervous when he saw the guy's thick goatee, broad forearms that had a tattoos of vines on them and that eyebrow piercing. In his parents' eyes, the perfect, trustworthy person was clean shaven, had no tattoos and no piercings. It was one of the reasons he was going to get his haircut now. Long hair would give his mother a heart attack and his father the stroke he needed to cut off funding for Raymond's tuition.

But he was already in the seat.

No going back now.

"What would you like?" asked the man, his green eyes shining. Beneath his brown eyebrows, those emerald orbs shone quite brightly. His voice was a surprising tenor despite his neck being thick enough to rival a lamppost and his chest was pulling his shirt taut. He actually reminded Raymond of Teddy in some ways. Except the guy had this strange smile where only the right side of his lips turned upwards and showed a fraction of his perfect, white teeth. A sort of 'half-smile'.

"May you please get rid of this?" he asked, gesturing at his ponytail. "And just cut it short around the sides and back. Maybe a one?"

"Ya sure, man? I think ya look kickass with it.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Sure thing, bro," answered the man.

He gently pulled off Raymond's hairband and set off to work. As he began drizzling Raymond's jet-black hair with water from a spray bottle, Raymond prayed he wasn't the talkative types who -

"So, what're you takin'?"

Apparently, he was one of the talkative types.

Pulling back a sigh, Raymond said, "Digital Art."

"Really?" his barber sounded surprised. "If you don't mind sayin', dude, you don't look the part." He held up his big, meaty hands, one holding a comb and the other a pair of scissors. "No offense meant, man. Jus' that most arty types that I've met are kind of... well... They ain't as well clothed as you."

"No offense taken," Raymond answered glumly. "I know exactly what you mean."

Having just transferred from a medicine course that he had been pressured into by his parents, Raymond was well aware of the cultural differences between himself and the other art students. He didn't want to start categorizing people into stereotypes but he did note that quite a few of the students really looked... eccentric. Bright colours usually adorned their clothing and if it wasn't flamboyant, then it was dark and almost gothic in appearance. Piercings were numerous as were vibrant hair colours. There was no uniformity in their clothes either. Maybe one sock was pink and the other was white. A scarf would be worn around the waist instead of the neck and jackets with torn off sleeves despite the winter rapidly approaching were seen over shirts with the most outrageous designs.

In short, they were parent-killers for Raymond. If his mother or father so much as saw them, their brains would probably explode. One of the many reasons why Raymond had decided he needed to cut his hair. He figured if they saw their boy with his normal perfectly cropped, short, black hair with a part right down the middle, it would somehow cushion the blow of transferring out of the field of medicine, a goal they had guided him towards from an early age. Sure, they'd lament about his 'descent into rebellion'. His mother would most likely weep over losing her 'baby boy'. But it was his father's reaction that he was the most afraid of. In all the scenarios he had played out in his head, his father would end up yelling at him and practically disown him before he would drag him out of college and throw him into the military as a doctor in training so fast Raymond wouldn't even know what happened until he was thrown into boot camp.

The barber went to work, clipping his hair evenly, quickly but carefully.

"So did ya just let your hair grow out and not like it or is this some sort of early-life crisis we're dealing with?"

Raymond let out a soft smile. "My parents are coming to visit in next week. I just transferred from one course to this one and they want to know why."

His barber straightened and sucked in air through his perfectly straight teeth. "Oooooh... Sorry to hear that, bro." He returned to cutting Raymond's hair. "What were you taking before?"

"Medicine."

"No shit? And you switched to digital art? What made you do that?"

It was only a few weeks ago when his former roommate, Teddy, had given him the life changing advice he needed to truly build the courage to make his decision. "A roommate of mine told me that I should make my own path in life. That I shouldn't be living the life expected of me."

"Cool." His barber didn't sound like he was really listening as he moved to start clipping Raymond's hair on the sides. "Where's this bro of yours now?"

"He joined a fraternity." His barber paused, looking up in curiosity. Seeing that he had the man's attention captive, Raymond continued. "His name is Theodore Kozlovsky. We call him -"

"Teddy?" finished the man, giving him a big grin. "Oh shit, bro! You're Raymond Izuma? Well woof!" He suddenly took Raymond's hand, giving it a firm shake and completely consuming it. "Teddy talks about you and AJ all the time!"

He had heard Teddy's friend, Den, refer to Aubrey Jamison - another of Raymond's roommates and the sole one left - by 'AJ'. "He does?"

"Totally! I'm Archer Langley! I'm a Knot too! Woof!"

Raymond flinched at the distinctive cry of the members of the Kappa Nu Tau Fraternity, the very same fraternity that Teddy had left to join. Considering Archer's build, his handsome features and easy going, friendly nature, it was easy to identify him as a Knot as the frat boys were commonly known.

"Oh... That's nice..." he murmured softly, turning his gaze back to his reflection in the mirror. Compared to the looming Archer, he felt a little pathetic. His barber was simply enormous. Three of Raymond could have fit into the man's wide, muscular frame. "Can we get back to cutting my hair now?"

"Oh right," Archer chuckled, moving with an unsuspecting grace to Raymond's other side. "Sorry, bro. Got a little excited. Teddy keeps telling me that you'd be perfect for the frat and now I see why."

Perfect for a fraternity of enormous, bodybuilder-esque jocks that went around woofing? If his parents would've gotten a heart attack from him taking digital art, the final nail in the coffin would've been him joining such a fraternity. If he ended up dating a _man,_then he'd be burying them. "You must be joking."

"Naw, dude. Trust me, you've got what it takes to be a member." Archer grinned as he finished clipping Raymond's sides and switched his scissors for a razor just to even out his sideburns. "Here okay?"

"Just a little higher," Raymond responded.

"Here?"

"Bit higher."

Archer gave him a sceptical look. "Bro, I put this any higher and you'll like a ten year old boy."

It sickened Raymond that very same illusion would likely win him some brownie points from his parents. Reminding them that, at heart, he was still their well-behaved, obedient child would likely warm them to the idea that he was following his dreams. Or so he hoped.

"Higher please," he insisted.

Archer blew out his cheeks like he was holding back his opinion and gave Raymond a shrug and a look as if to say, 'It's your funeral'. He then proceeded to chop off a good amount of Raymond's sideburns.

Raymond hoped that would be the end of the frat boy's interactions with him but after he evened out the sideburns, he said, "So what're ya gonna do when your parents get here? They flying in?"

"Driving." Archer began cutting the hair on the top of his head. "Not too short please."

"Dude. We have got to put some killer spikes up here." From emphasis, Archer began clumping up Raymond's slightly wet hair into spikes to give it body. "See? You'd look awesome. Maybe some product in there to keep its shape and -"

"No thank you," insisted Raymond. "Please, just a trim. I'll take care of how I present myself afterwards."

"Alright..." The scissors came back, snipping away at Raymond's jet black hair. "So what'll you be doing to butter them up to the idea that you switched courses? I mean, they must've paid for the semester already, right?"

Having recited his speech to his parents over and over again for the past few weeks, Raymond was glad to have someone to practice on. If he could convince this complete stranger that this was what he wanted, then perhaps he could convince his parents too. "I'll simply tell them that from a financial perspective, I transferred classes before the cut-off. I was still free to transfer and they did not need to pay for any part of my tuition fee save for the initial deposit which is transferred to the new course. In fact, the tuition fees for Digital Art is much cheaper than Medicine."

Taking only a single breath, he continued, "Furthermore, while this course is far less lucrative in the long run, they have always insisted that I must do what will make me happy and use that to power my career for that will motivate me to perform at my best. I feel that this will be my opportunity to turn something that I want to do into a viable career. I may not get as much money as a doctor or the job security but I feel I will benefit from it in the long run."

Archer was silent for a long time and only the snip-snip-snip of his scissors accompanied by the blaring radio music in the barbershop or the conversations of the other patrons already at their seats filling the air. It seemed that he was focused on cutting Raymond's hair. Those few moments where Raymond eagerly awaited for the Archer to reply were torture.

"That sounded... almost convincing, bro."

Raymond flinched making Archer pull back quickly. "Almost?"

"Yeah, dude. And jerk like that, I might end up slicing your skull open or somethin'." He went back to cutting. "Sounded way too contrived, man. Like you're makin' a speech in front of the entire nation or somthin'. From what I got, you're tryin' to speak from in here." He tapped a meaty finger at his chest. "But it sounds like it's comin' out of yer ass. Just full of shit."

Insulted and his cheeks burning, Raymond demanded, "What?"

"Sorry bro, just my opinion," answered Archer. "I mean, let's face it. What if your parents just say you're having a crisis of faith? What if you just think you can't handle the pressure and quit medicine 'cuz it's too hard? What if they point out that you've been gunnin' for this course all your life and just now want to quit."

"I didn't always want to be a doctor," Raymond snapped.

"Then they'll jus' ask ya why you didn't tell 'em in the first place." Archer rolled his eyes, waving the scissors and comb through the air dramatically. "They'll pour all this shit about them always wantin' and expecting ya to be honest with 'em and how you coulda saved 'em time and effort if you'd just been honest with them. Then there's all the family and friends they've told..."

The rant seemed to come from more than just insightful observation. Raymond regarded the big barber from where he stood, seemingly focused on Raymond's fringe. "You're speaking from experience...?"

"My folks wanted me to be a footballer. Tried to push me into it at high school. Hated getting pounded. Only really started bodybuilding when I got here. Don't get me wrong. I love the game. Watching it. Not participatin'."

"So what are you doing instead?"

Archer shrugged as he straightened, appraising his work. He took a few more snips at the side of Raymond's head. "Biochemistry."

"Really?" Raymond answered, stunned.

"Don't give me that look," scowled the barber playfully. "Yeah, I'm big, I'm buff, I'm good lookin'. Doesn't mean I'm dumb as a brick." For emphasis, he tapped the side of his head. "I like chemistry. Everything fits together and such. Plus, my focus is all about how to help muscles grow and help you get into the peak for your physical fitness. Maybe I can be a personal trainer or a fitness instructor or maybe a researcher. Who knows? 'sfar as I'm concerned, I'm loving' my course right now and ain't nothing else matters."

He picked up a mirror from the counter of assorted barbershop equipment and held it behind Raymond's head. "Watcha think?"

It was perfect. The short-cropped, almost childish haircut that if styled perfectly would make Raymond look meek, in need of comfort and hopelessly obedient to his parents... sort of.

"Great." He stood up as Archer swept off the cape and peeled off the paper around his neck. "How much do I owe you?"

"Ten bucks," answered Archer, hiking his thumb at the counter. "_And_a coffee."

Raymond was halfway to reaching for his wallet when he froze. "What?"

"Come on. You got a few days before your parents arrive. You've gotta work on your speech more." Archer grinned. "Coffee tomorrow at eight. Right here in the Mall."

It wasn't a question. The young man's confidence made it hard to say 'no' and Raymond had always had a problem refusing people. His friends, his teachers... his parents...

"Alright. Sounds good."

"Sweet." Archer patted his shoulder and pushed him gently towards the cashier. "See ya tomorrow, Rayne!"

"It's Raymond, actually."

Archer rolled his eyes. "Nah, you're a total Rayne. 'Sides, my name full name is 'Archimedes'."

Raymond bit back a snort. "Really?"

"Yup. It's why I just shorten it to 'Archer'." The big barber spread out his thick arms. "Come on, am I an Archimedes to you?"

Laughing softly, Raymond shook his head and said, "No. You're not."

******

Life Drawing was one of the classes that Raymond had opted to take on top of his digital art classes. He felt a little bad for not going to the Mall before class to meet up with Archer but really, the guy was a little creepy. Very confident, charming in a way but not exactly the kind of person he wanted to be seen hanging around with. Kappa Nu Tau had quite the reputation around both the town and the campus as rambunctious, _gay_party animals. Again, not the best material to impress his parents with.

Maybe he could pick up the sparks of friendship again next month when he needed another haircut.

If Archer forgave him, that is.

God knows, Raymond needed more friends in this lonely place.

He stepped into the studio. The walls were lined with low shelves fill with neatly organised art equipment. Easels were erected in a vague circular fashion around a central, raised pedestal where their model would be positioned. The mostly white studio had plenty of natural light streaming in from the skylight and windows while a chalkboard on the far end of the room reminded them of their weekly assignments to hand in at least one sketch of someone that was not part of the class.

Raymond regarded his sketchbook as he took up seat in front of an easel right next to the door. He propped it up and regarded his cartoony, blocky sketch that he had drawn on the quad. There was some people that had caught his eye and he tried to immortalise their figures on paper. Though he was sure no one would want to be immortalised like that.

The rest of the class began streaming in and Raymond instantly shut his book, a blush touching his cheeks in embarrassment. His cheeks burned even more as he heard the other students complaining about how they just could _not_get the pressure sensor on their graphics tablets to work or how they needed to veer away from their comic-style eyes and make them more realistic. For him, he had no idea what comic-style eyes and his 'graphics tablet' consisted of his mouse and prayers that it would be enough. Part of him was hoping that if he impressed his parents enough, he'd be able to convince them to get him a graphics tablet.

The class lecturer stepped up in front of the chalkboard, announcing that she would be looking at each of their sketches later but she wanted to get straight into their life drawing session as this particular model had classes of his own. That caused a few people to murmur excitedly. A fellow student stripping down nude in front of them was exciting. Though Raymond had only been in the class for a few weeks, he had only gone through one model. Apparently, they were on a monthly cycle with a new position for them to work on every day. Sometimes the model would be asked to recreate an old position of it was immensely complex.

He was still getting the hang of drawing on an easel which stood vertically instead of horizontally on his desk.

"Now everyone," announced Mrs. Rivers, possibly the most sensibly dressed of all the other students apart from Raymond. Her short, curly brown hair was neatly arranged and she looked almost like a severe math teacher in her skirt, tie and collared shirt. Raymond had missed her introduction lecture that life drawing was not some pot-smoking, booze-induced, slacker's class. It was serious and she would be pushing each and every one of them to could draw a human form perfectly.

"Please welcome our model this month," she said. "Come in dear."

Raymond turned his gaze towards the door which slowly opened. His heart instantly sank when he saw that familiar sharp, spiked, golden blonde hair and shining green eyes framed by dark eyebrows and only broken by a silver piercing. The hulking form of Archer had to duck underneath the doorframe due to his 6'11'' height but he moved with such ease and grace that was contrary to his enormous, muscular frame.

The class began murmuring in adoration for the Adonis who was dressed only a simple, black robe. Some of the women were already swooning though a few of the more sceptical were whispering about how body size didn't necessarily mean _everything_was proportional.

Raymond ducked his head, blushing so brightly that his face had turned bright red. He almost pressed his forehead against his easel draped with a huge binder of paper. Every fibre of his being prayed for Archer not to recognise him and he shut his eyes, trying to make himself invisible. His heart froze when thick, meaty and surprisingly soft hands brushed against the back of his newly shaved hair and he straightened, eyes wide.

Archer gave him a sly wink before letting out a loud 'woof' and stepping up to the pedestal. At the trademark cry of the KNT Frat, many of the men in the room rolled their eyes, their eyes revealing their disdain for the fraternity or perhaps all fraternities in general.

"Archer has been a model for our class since he started here a year ago," Rivers said. "He is experienced in our craft so I ask that you treat him with respect." She began circling the room. "Archer, if you please? We'd like something simple for now. Class has just started and the class has not yet experienced a model with so many contours and lines on their body. I assume you went to the gym before coming here?"

Archer suddenly looked dumbstruck and embarrassed. "Erm..."

Mrs. Rivers gave Archer a piercing, narrow-eyes stare through her horn rimmed glasses, making the hulking titan shrink. "Unacceptable. I expect you to perform in this role, Archer. Do not disappointment."

"Uh... sure thing... Beth - erm, Mrs. Rivers..."

It was hilarious watching the much shorter, much slimmer Mrs. Rivers cause the massive supreme specimen of a man such as Archer to cringe like that. Raymond held back a snicker and found himself surprisingly more comfortable. Even as Archer pulled down his robe he didn't feel any sort of discomfort... until he remembered that the models were expected to go nude.

"Oh shit..." someone exclaimed as they saw Archer's flaccid eight inch, uncut cock hanging between his legs.

The only other model that Raymond had seen was female and she had been very professional about showing her nude body to the class. He vaguely wondered if being a male model would be even more trying considering Archer had to hold still and prevent idle thoughts from causing arousal. Strangely, he found his throat dry as he watched Archer lift one thick, muscular arm into the air, above his head, and turning to look at it while his other remained by his side. He kept his legs spread wide for support, every aspect of his ripped, muscular body shining in the morning light. There was a light dusting of dark brown hair over his pectorals though his abdominals were left perfectly smooth like caramel covered cinderblocks stacked on top of one another broken just by the silver stud at his belly button.

Desperate to ensure that Archer did not see him, Raymond squished his arms as close to his sides as possible and went to work. The task became extremely difficult as he was within Archer's field of vision. It was impossible for him to draw the godlike frat boy just from memory and he had to peek out from the corner of his easel. Though it was Archer who stood completely naked for them, it was Raymond of felt horribly exposed.

The class passed all too slowly and he was grateful that Mrs. Rivers didn't critique his work as she made her rounds through the class. On some level, he hoped she'd made some comment. A pang of jealousy sparked within him whenever she told the dreadlocked student beside him to 'tighten up his lines' or the girl in nothing but pink and white coloured clothing that she was doing very well. She must've said something to everyone at least once.

Everyone but Raymond.

When their hour was finally over, Mrs. Rivers clapped her manicured and painted hands loudly. She told everyone to give her their weekly sketches at the door where she hovered. Raymond regarded his drawing and then over at Archer who was slipping on the clothes he had packed in a duffel back. Comparing the two, Raymond felt guilty. It was nowhere near the perfect figure that Archer cut. It didn't help that his hands were shaky, something that would've made him a poor doctor... or surgeon.

With a shake of his head, he stepped off the art stool and headed towards the door. He handed his sketch towards Mrs. Rivers who didn't even give him a word of thanks. He doubted she even knew his name. His spirits falling ever lower, Raymond shuffled glumly towards the exit to the art building.

"Hey Rayne! Wait up!"

A wince escaped his lips and he shut his eyes, hoping that there really _was_another person called 'Rayne' around him and that bright, gentle tenor was not referring to him. When the big, meaty hand slapped his rump and gave it a firm squeeze, he straightened and let out a yelp.

The near-seven-foot titan let out a soft chuckle. "That's cute, bro. Didn't know you took life drawin'."

"I didn't know you modelled..."

Archer waved his other hand absently through the air while the other was still firmly on Raymond's ass. "It's sumthin' I do between class 'n work. Pays well."

"You're in it for the money?"

Archer gave him that same half-smile of his. "Naw, dude. Mrs. Rivers is a weird chick. She actually goes to the gym a lot. Not to work out. She jus' takes her class really seriously. She jus' went up to me, told me that she wanted me in her class, gave me the time and then went off without even asking for confirmation." He laughed loudly. "Imagine my surprise when she got me to strip down in front of the class! And I was fully clothed too! She was all like..." His brow furrowed and in the mocking severity that Rivers held, said, "You're talking too long! Take off your clothes now or I'll tear them off!"

"She said that?" Raymond asked, finding himself laughing lightly.

"Totally! Woof!" They both shared a laugh, Archer's booming voice drowning out his own. As their mirth faded, the passed out of the building's double doors and met the chill, crisp air of the morning. "So, why didn't ya turn up for coffee this morning?"

The questioned that Raymond had been dreading all morning. "I... Uh... I forgot. Sorry."

Archer shrugged absently. "s'okay. Wanna go grab a cup now?"

Cheeks starting to burn in embarrassment, Raymond said, "Uh... thanks but no thanks. I've got classes in fifteen minutes and I..."

"No you don't," accused Archer, his eyebrows lifted expectantly. "Come on, bro. What's the harm? Besides..." He leaned down, a big, broad grin right next to Raymond's ear. "... I still got your ass in my hand."

Raymond's entire face was on fire and he was too stunned at the realisation that he had walked right out of the entire building with Archer's hand firmly gripping his buttocks. He began stuttering, clutching his sketchpad to his chest like a frightened school girl being led on by a stronger, older man. He almost wanted to scream 'rape' while Archer let him, pushing on his rear, back to the Mall. It was just a short walk but it felt like an eternity and he could feel the eyes of hundreds of people on him, scrutinising him, judging him and already circulating rumours. So many times along the ten minute walk, he wanted to scream and turn away from Archer but with every step but he found himself falling back into his old comfort zone and suffering from his inability to refuse anyone.

Starview College's student-centric shopping centre which was colloquially known as 'the Mall' was divided into two levels. The first level was made for the everyday student and their needs. The college book store was there as well as cheap clothing outlets, small grocery stores and fast foot eateries. The second floor was for the bigger spender including most electronics shops, high end clothing stores and those restaurants where the culinary professors ran with their students to give them that 'real life' experience.

It was to the café store known as_'C8H10N4O2'_. Raymond forgot entirely about Archer's hand on his left butt cheek as he inclined his head to the side and tried to make sense of the bizarre name. His first guess was that it was some clever way of using internet slang to describe coffee. Maybe something along the lines of 'C0FF33' but then that didn't make sense. It was too long. He sat on one of the tables offered, still peering up through his glasses at the sign.

"Figured it out yet?" asked Archer, looking at him smugly.

"Give me a minute," answered Raymond. He took a few more seconds then shook his head. "What does it mean?"

"It's the molecular formula for caffeine." Archer picked up the menu and flagged down a waiter. "All the chemistry and science students get coffee here just because the sign gives 'em a kick. Woof!" As the dark skinned waiter approached and asked for their order, Archer said, "Two lattés please."

Raymond held up his hand. "Actually, I don't drink coffee." He glanced up at the waiter, Roland, by his name tag. "Just a water for me, please."

"Hell no," Archer interrupted sharply, looking almost serious with his brows lowered though his cocky smirk belied his true mood. "You did _not_come here just to get water." He turned back to Roland. "He'll have a hot chocolate."

Again, Raymond could not find the strength to refuse and just fell silent. Their waiter said that their orders would arrive shortly and departed. When they were somewhat alone, Archer spoke.

"So, you don't drink coffee? I thought all of you medicine types needed it cuz of all the stuff ya need to cram into your heads."

Raymond glanced away, still blushing profusely. "Well, I never got too invested in the course to pick up the habit. Besides, my parents always considered caffeine a drug and they told me that drugs are bad. So... No coffee."

Archer winced loudly. "Man... you parents are up tight... Tell me you weren't one of those kids that was pressured into always studying and spent, like, five hours every night doing extra homework."

Regarding his thin, small hands, he said, "My dad always wanted me to play basketball but I was too short for it. At least that's what he kept telling me. I knew my limits and what I was going to be when I grew up." He felt Archer lean down a little, trying to catch his eye despite his gaze cast down.

"An artist?"

A bitter laugh left him. "I don't know anymore. I think maybe it was just me getting caught up in Teddy's independence and strength. But I'm not Teddy." He sighed, shoulders falling down in resignation. "I think when my parents get here, I'm just going to switch back to medicine. I shouldn't have missed out on too much."

"Seriously, dude?" Archer asked as their drinks arrived. "I'm not gonna tell you to choose art or medicine but if ya don't mind me sayin', it still sounds like you're trying to be something you're not."

Raymond pursed his lips and shrugged absently. "Well, following the path my parents wanted for me won't make me into who I am. Doing the farthest thing from it won't help either..."

"And that's what I'm sayin', bro!" Archer exclaimed. He took a sip from his coffee and let out loud woof of approval. "Are ya doin' Digital Art cuz it's what ya really want or is it because you're just because it's as far from being a doctor as you can think of?"

"I'm not that shallow," Raymond answered defensively, his eyes narrowed dangerously at Archer. "I've always been fascinated by artwork using digital media. Traditional art is still a respectable field but whenever I look at the fantastical worlds made by all those artists who post their work on the internet, how real it can look mixed with the ability to render it in three dimensions..." He shook his head, his features softening as he gazed off into the distance. "Did you know that they're actually making this gallery where instead of artworks mounted on walls, you have these big screens and consoles?"

"Really?" prompted Archer.

"Yeah!" came Raymond animated reply. "Each screen will display a fully three dimensional world that people can 'walk through' using the console. It'd actually be like moving through a world of fantasy! Not just looking at a static picture!" He sighed and sat back in his seat, shaking his head gently. "I know I can make a difference in the world as a doctor. I could save lives and all. But..." He looked at his hands which shook even as he watched them. "... I don't know. I feel like these hands are meant for something else..."

Wham!

He jumped as Archer pounded the table lightly with his fist. "And that, bro, is your speech to your parents. Woof!"

Raymond's eyebrows lifted. "Come again?"

Grinning, the frat boy said, "Dude, if you talk to your parents with that kind of passion and tell them that this is whatcha wanna do and not go into the boring shit like the cost and stuff, I'm sure they'll be okay with it!"

Shaking his head, Raymond said, "You don't know my parents... I could never say that to them..."

The soft click of Archer's porcelain cup on his saucer was the only warning Raymond got. Suddenly, he was being yanked off his seat and thrown over Archer's massive shoulders like one would carry an impudent child.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" Raymond cried, catching the attention of the few customers around. "Let me go!"

"Ya know what you need?" Archer answered, marching down out of the coffee shop with one arm around Raymond's slim waist.

Pounding his fists against Archer's broad, muscular back did nothing and even his kicks felt like he was hitting solid metal. "A restraining order!?"

"Ya need some confidence!" With a cheery swing of his muscular arm, Archer headed down the steps to the first floor of the Mall. "No better place ta get confidence then at the gym!"

"You must be joking."

Sadly, he wasn't. There was no use protesting as Archer unceremoniously carried Raymond to the campus gym located at the far end of the Mall. It was a large space - probably one of the larger facilities in the Mall - and took up two levels. Adding further to Raymond's humiliation, the near seven foot titan stepped through the doors of the gym and deposited him on the counter like he was a doll to be bought.

"I'd like to sign up my friend for a membership here," announced Archer, leaning against the counter with his charming half-smile.

"Whoa! Hang on!"

Though his parents had always wanted Raymond to become more physically active, he doubted they'd approve of him dropping medicine and then joining the gym. It might seem like he was squandering away his time, letting all the intelligence he had built up over years at high school just to become some gym rat that had no viable career and got high on paint thinners. Then again, it _could_always win him brownie points since he _was_trying to mould himself into the son they had always envisioned. Maybe he should stop being the little boy again and start making the effort to appear like he was improving himself...?

Lost in thought, Raymond never noticed that Archer had already worked out a quick deal with the guy working the counter for a three day trial period. Of course, there were rules to follow. One of which was gym attire.

"Here bro," the man at the counter said, handing Raymond a backpack with a drink bottle in the holder and a few clothes sticking out of the pack. "Comes with your three day trial."

Raymond regarded the pack curiously. Peering into it, he found himself staring at a shirt and gym shorts. "Wait... 'bro'?"

Grinning, the guy introduced himself as Ken. "Pleased to meetcha bro! Woof!"

At the sound of that tell-tale cry, Raymond slowly turned towards Archer who gave him that same half-smile of his. Once again, he found himself unable to completely say 'no' and jumped off the counter. With a huff, he stormed off into the locker rooms, deciding that he could bear the humiliation of one workout, show Archer just how pathetic he was and that would get the friendly frat boy to drop the subject.

The spacious locker room was thankfully well ventilated and didn't smell of the male musk that had haunted the locker rooms back at high school. Raymond wasn't a neat freak but his parents had instilled in him with the idea that the perfect man was neat, cleanly shaven, had short hair and spoke clearly and eloquently. That naturally mutated into Raymond's aversion to anything even remotely messy. Locker rooms, in the back of his mind, was a breeding grounds for slothfulness and disorder.

Strangely, this gym was quite clean. There were no towels thrown on the blue benches between locker banks. The tiled floors were all polished and shiny. The air was crisp, well air conditioned and even with the faint scent of lilacs in the air. Though there were sweaty guys fresh out of a workout, their body odour was only briefly in the air before being dissipating.

That allayed his fears somewhat though it only gave way to a new sensation - one of self-consciousness. Slowly, he peeled off his thick jacket and folded it neatly onto the bench. He then began to take off his shirt, feeling a blush slowly touching every part of his bare skin that was exposed as he pulled it over his head and set it down. His scrawny frame was barely a hundred and thirty pounds, his ribs clearly visible against his taut, soft gold skin. As he set down his shirt he heard a loud whump right beside him. A pile of clothing fell heavily next to him, just draped casually over the bench.

Then there was the semi-nude body of Archer.

"What are you doing!?" Raymond exclaimed in an unusually high pitched voice.

"Getting' ready for a workout! Woof!" Archer answered with a grin. "I didn't work out before class today, remember? Woof!"

Raymond tried not to stare as Archer stripped off his clothing mere _inches_away from him, peeling away the already thin layers of fabric to reveal his smooth, supple, chiselled flesh. He followed the lines of Archer's pectorals and how the short strands of chest hair there drew the eye directly to his chiselled abdominals broken only by the shining silver of his belly piercing. The curves and lines of his body were simply mesmerising and Raymond found himself committing every muscle group to memory.

"Come on, bro! Let's get ya out there! Woof!"

Blushing deeply, he quickly threw on the gym clothes that had been offered to him even though they were at least three sizes too big for him. He looked and felt ridiculous with the huge shirt coming down past his waist. Tucking them into the shorts would be useless as he had to constantly drag them up to stop them from falling.

Archer marched him enthusiastically onto the gym floor. With it being the middle of the morning, the gym was already mostly in full swing and most of the machines were taken. There was little space in the free weights section as well.

The only place free for them was...

"Oh no," Raymond said, shaking his head. "No. Please no. I am terrible at these."

Archer, dressed only in a white tank top whose straps almost vanished into the folds of his muscles and a pair of form fitting shorts, turned to him with that half-smile of his. "Bro, come on. When was the last time you tried to do a pull-up?"

"High school. Last year. I didn't even get one!" He lifted his arms and waved them pathetically. "Do these twigs look like they can lift me up? I get tired lifting my pencil!"

"You're exaggerating," laughed Archer. He turned towards the pull up bar mounted into the wall. There wasn't even any paddings or weights to assist a newbie. "Look, it's easy. I'll show ya."

With a soft, 'hup' Archer's muscles sprang into action and he vaulted into at the bar. He didn't need to jump very far considering his height but it was the impressive lifted crunch he performed that took Raymond's breath away. The huge frat boy pulled his knees all the way up to his bunched, rounded chest and twisted his abdomen to the left and right in a strong, controlled manner before lowering himself to the ground. He couldn't even fully let himself stretch out as he'd just be standing with his arms up. Raymond watched, mesmerised, as Archer pulled himself up and performed the crunch twenty times with ease, never breaking pace before lowering himself down.

"Okay, your turn, bro! Woof!"

Not a drop of sweat was on Archer's brow.

Once again unable to say 'no', Raymond stepped up beneath the bar and looked up at the metal pole that might as well have been a hundred storeys into the air. He took a deep breath, crouched down and then launched himself into the air. His fingers found purchase around the pole while his feet dangled beneath him. Some primal fear of falling from a great height took over and he immediately lashed out with his right hand, gripping the pole entirely. Now with a secure handhold, he pulled his left hand around the pole.

Though he wondered if he had just damned himself to forever hang from the pole like a limp piece of laundry.

"You got it bro!" Archer exclaimed. "Now just pull yourself up! You can do it! Woof! Woof!"

Raymond grit his teeth together and with a monumental effort, pulled up with all his might. His shoulders felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. A sound like a tire slowly having the air drained from it escaped his lips; a soft, high-pitched whining. It felt like the veins on his neck were going to pop from the effort but he felt his arms finally bending.

"Use your legs! Swing yourself up, dude! Woof! Almost there!"

With a grunt, he swung his legs back and launched them to his chest just as he had seen Archer do. The momentum brought him pushing his head just _barely_clear of the pole. It was only for a brief second but in that moment, he saw his eyes just rise above the limit of the metal rod in the mirror. He flashed himself a faint grin before he dropped back down to the ground, his arms and hands hanging limply from his shoulders.

"There ya go, bro!" Archer slapped his back heartily. "Now, nineteen more."

"What!?"

******

Initiation

Aubrey Jamison was Raymond's roommate and an astronomy major. Raymond had always assumed that astronomy was one of those things that kids dreamed of and truth, always held little to no true value in society. When he had once broached the subject to his parents of becoming an astronomer, they huffed at him and told him that he had better things to do with his life than stare up at the stars and hope to find something. It sickened him that on some level, he had inherited his parents' narrow mindedness while none of their looks and build.

Though he was glad to be proven wrong on Aubrey. Astronomy had a lot more to it than just pointing a telescope at the sky. There was physics and mathematics involved. The dark red haired British transfer student had actually converted Theo's former bed into a miniature library for himself. His books were stacked almost to the underside of lower bunk bed and he spent most of his time on his bed with some thick volume in his hands and studying.

To think, not too long Raymond had just been like him studying to get into medicine.

And now here he was... throwing it all away...

Raymond sat at his cold, metal desk absently regarding the blank canvas displayed on his screen. The drawing program had been sitting there for a most of the morning. For the few months that they had been roommates, both he and Aubrey had formed a schedule of waking up early in the morning and hitting the books hard. There were just not enough hours in the day to cram maths, physics and medicine into their skulls. Though Raymond had since switched to Digital Art, that habit had not died. Even if, for Raymond, all he did was stare at his blank screen.

His eyes fell on his simple mouse. Just looking at it drained the creativity from his veins. Hearing all the other students brag about their high tech graphics tablets and high-end rendering programs sent a pang of jealousy through his veins that poisoned and withered his muse.

His phone buzzed loudly. In the dulling daze that weighed on his shoulders, Raymond reached for it and lifted it to his ear.

"Hello?"

_ "Hey bro! Coffee this morning?"_ The bright tenor of the handsome barber was like a shot of energy through him.

Raymond straightened in his seat, the big, leathery swivel chair too big for his size squeaking softly with the movement. His toes barely touched the floor from where he sat even with the seat at its lowest point. "Yeah. Same place?"

"You bet! Meetcha outside."

Gazing at his phone curiously, he said. "Outside?" but Archer had already hung up.

A thoughtful noise came from Aubrey. Even with all the pressure from his course and the heavy bags weighing down his eyes, the Brit could still smile and ask, "That was Archer?"

"Yeah, it was," answered Raymond, getting up from where he sat and pulling a jacket on. He had yet to take a shower and still had a bit of bed head. The small mirror on his desk gave him some time to straighten out the part in his jet-black hair and adjust his glasses. He hoped the frames of his glasses would hide his own bags.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were falling for this guy," Aubrey chuckled.

"I am not!" Raymond exclaimed defensively. "He's just a good friend!"

Aubrey rolled his eyes even as they quick gravitated back towards his books. "You've been going out for coffee with him every day. If you're not falling for him, I'd say that he's falling for you."

"You're being silly." Raymond seized the doorknob. "You know the Knots. They're friendly people. Just like Teddy."

He hoped that would be the final word but as he pulled open the door and pulled it shut behind him, Aubrey added, "And gay."

Raymond's heart seized up as he vaguely considered the idea that, perhaps, Aubrey was right. He shook his head and quickly headed down the steps using his custom made 'RI' monogrammed sandals that Michelle - their RA - had given them. The temporarily frozen heart in his chest leapt to his throat when he saw the big, bronzed, muscular form of Archer Langley leaning against the doorframe just outside.

His knees felt weak for a moment and he came to the crushing realisation that this guy had the hots for him for some reason. As flattering as that was, he couldn't deal with having a boyfriend when his parents were just two days away. If changing courses made them book a hotel and drive up to campus then having the party animal that was Archer as his intimate friend would probably make them go nuclear.

He slowly approached the door. Archer's green eyes lit up as he opened the door and that admittedly adorable half-smile of his sprang up again. Raymond vaguely wondered if his parents would be charmed by the giant. Or maybe they would decide that Archer was the better son and start layering on the guilt. He could just imagine their words now.

'Why can't you go to the gym like Archer?'

'Why couldn't you stick with a respectable field like Archer?'

'Why don't you have a job like Archer?'

His loud groan wiped away Archer's mirth. "What's wrong, Rayne?"

"It's Raymond," he answered mournfully. "And I'm just thinking about how when my parents meet you, all they'll do is compare how you would make a better son than I."

Archer's eyebrows rose. "I'm gonna to meet your parents? What? Are we dating or somthin'?" He said it so dismissively and in such a joking manner. It almost hurt. Physically.

"Knowing you, I probably wouldn't be able to keep you away from them," he mumbled grumpily, shuffling down the steps of the dormitory and heading in the direction of the Mall. "Just promise me that when you eventually do barge in on us, you aren't all frat boy at them."

"Woof?" came the confused reply. Raymond was surprised the Knots had some other use for their trademark cry apart from a victory cheer.

They walked through the brick paths of the campus covered in the gold, brown and yellow leaves of fall. A cool breeze brushed past them, causing a whirlwind of leaves to flutter in front of them. "You know. Don't go up to them and be all 'bro!' and 'brotastic' or whatever. Don't call my dad 'bro'. Definitely_don't call my mom a MILF or a chick. And please, please, _please for the love of God don't tell them that you model nude for an art class."

"Ya mean your class?" Even without looking, Raymond knew that Archer was giving him that cocky smirk again.

"Definitely don't mention that."

Just like the past few days since they had officially met, Raymond sat down on at an outdoor table at C8H10N4O2. Archer ordered a latté for himself and a hot chocolate for Raymond. And just like every day since that moment, Archer would wait a few moments before launching into a discussion that day.

The day after their first coffee together, Archer had asked him if he had any favourite artists. Raymond confessed that most of his favourite artists were classical artists and that launched them into an animated discussion of modern art versus Renaissance art. The day after that, Archer asked him if he believed in fate and when asked why he was asking, Archer mentioned that it was a discussion he and his other fellow biochemists debating; the idea of genetic predisposition possibly altering one's fate or perhaps even setting it.

Raymond wondered what other piece of conversation Archer would bring up.

"Whatcha got planned for today?" asked the frat boy, leafing through the menu. He never actually got anything form the menu. He just apparently liked reading it.

"No classes today," answered Raymond with a shrug. "I was probably going to go to the quad and see if could do my sketch for the week. You know, for life drawing."

"Great. Did you wanna swing by the frat house this afternoon? We got our weekly party tonight."

"You mean that Campus Party that you invite everyone to?" The Knots had a tradition of throwing an open party every month for the whole campus. Everyone was invited and no one was turned down at the door. It was one of the reasons they got the reputation for being such a hard-partying fraternity.

"Naw, man. Just us bros."

Raymond frowned. "But I'm not a member."

Archer gave him that same cocky smile again. "C'mon. You hang around me all the time. You know you wanna join."

Turning his gaze away, Raymond said, "Thanks but no thanks. I've got too many things on my mind without having to worry about membership to your fraternity." He held up his hands. "Don't get me wrong, I'm honoured that you'd ask me. But right now, I've got my classes to worry about and my parents coming..." He wrung his hands together anxiously. "Besides, I don't think I'd make a good member..."

A heavy sigh escaped Archer. He looked up at Raymond from beneath his brows. "Man, if you think we're all muscle heads that just like to party and fuck, you got the wrong impression about us."

"I never said that," Raymond exclaimed quickly. "I'm sorry if it came out that way, it's just that... well..." He gestured at himself. "Look at me. I'm a mess. My parents' arrival is just around the corner and I'm pretty sure I'm failing my classes..." He then waved a hand at Archer. "Then look at you. You're confident, love your course and handsome to boot. How would I ever fit in a fraternity with guys like you?"

Archer opened his lips to say something but then quickly shut it. A thoughtful noise escaped him. "Well... Then what are you good at?"

He shrugged in response. "I dunno. Math. Science. All that high school stuff. If you want to see my SAT scores, I still have my certificate in a folder in my room."

Archer lifted one eyebrow at him. "You keep your SAT scores with you?"

"Just a photocopy. My parents have the real thing. Some employers might want it." Raymond shook his head sadly. "That's what I'm good at. Nerd stuff. Would your fraternity really want that?"

A look of sympathy crossed the barber's features. "Nah brah, but you've got other qualities. I'm sure of it. Look, what do you do for fun?"

"Crossword puzzles?" From the exasperated look that he got from Archer, he lifted his hands and said. "Fine! Okay? So... Maybe I like playing videogames. But what kind of talent is that?"

Archer suddenly got out of his seat. Raymond recognised that move from when he had been hauled off to the gym against his will. He immediately clutched his chair though he doubted that would stop the meaty frat boy from taking him away.

"You ever been to the arcade?" Archer asked, a gleam in his eyes.

That made him frown. "The arcade? I've lived in this town all my life. There are no arcades this side of town."

"Actually, there is." Archer offered him his big hand. "Come on, bro. I'll show ya."

How could Raymond say 'no'? At least he wasn't being abducted this time. With an exaggerated sigh, he took Archer's hand and got out of the seat. It felt a little strange holding hands with the frat boy even for that brief moment but when Archer let go, he found himself missing the engulfing warmth of those huge fingers. It surprised him that such big hands could be so smooth especially if Archer kept going to the gym like that. Raymond's own palms were still feeling somewhat sore from when he last went.

From the south entrance of the Mall, Archer led the way through the campus until they came to an unfamiliar building on the far, western side of the campus. The words 'I.T. Department' were plastered over the double door entrance. Archer strode up confidently towards the door, pushing them both open and having to duck beneath the frame just to pass through. Raymond easily slipped in behind him before the doors shut, a testament to Archer's strength and size.

A broad atrium met them and what looked like a miniature cafeteria. Big, bold colours were plastered everywhere in the form of sharp cubes that jutted out randomly out from walls, the ceiling and floors. Some were stacked on top of one another rising from the ground to the roof like a pillar of tumbling Lego blocks. Big, broad cushiony seats were arranged in semicircles around the borders of the cafeteria, all facing the small ring of cheap, affordable food outlets opposite to the main entrance. Just behind them, Raymond could see the elevators leading up to the actual classrooms.

"This is the I.T. department?" he asked.

"Not whatcha expected, huh?" laughed Archer. "Ken takes his class in Videogame Programing here."

"Ken?"

Archer clapped his shoulder heartily. "Ya know. That Knot that was at the counter at the gym? He studies here and works at the gym."

"Serious?" answered Raymond. That someone interested in information technology could work at a gym and be so big and buff... Then again, here was Archer who was just as big and studying biochemistry.

"Yeah, dude! The days of the skinny nerd and jock stereotypes are gone!"

How Raymond wished that were true especially for him. Archer's broad hand pushed him around the ring of food outlets while his eyes were cast down, regarding his scrawny frame miserably. His eyes lifted when the lightning in the area suddenly dimmed. Rays of sunlight stopped at the door and only the blinking lights of multiple arcade games and flashing displays of the latest FPS shooter illuminated the area. Loud noises drowned out the quiet chatter of people talking about their latest assignments, replacing them with gunfire, screams and playful carnival-like noises.

"Is this place real?" he asked, awed at the rows upon rows of arcade machines set up like slot machines. Occasionally, there would be a break in the structure to allow one of the bigger machines some space.

"Yup," Archer said proudly. "Extra funding from the I.T. Department goes to maintainin' this place. The engineering side uses old machines like these as practice. They make 'em from scratch as part of their projects and then putting them here. The software side makes the games. That's all in their first year! Woof!"

For the first time since he had come to Starview, Raymond grinned broadly. "Awesome! That must be _so_cool."

He bounded down the rows, looking at old classics mixed in with the new. He saw signs on the claw grab machines saying that the toys were donated by the textile class of a certain year. Other prizes seemed to have come from various other courses as well. What puzzled him, though, was the absence of coin slots.

"How do we pay?"

Archer shrugged absently. "The games are free for everyone to play, bro." He gave Raymond his half-smile. "Mostly because these games are sort of... hand-me-downs. They're first year projects, bro. No one really wants to keep 'em." He hiked a thumb over his shoulder. "The frat actually grabs any of those that they don't want and puts 'em in our game room."

Given the vastness of the arcade and the fact that there were so many games, he could understand how people might want to scavenge a few of them. If they didn't, no doubt such amazing machines would end up just being trashed. A pang of sorrow hit him as he imagined all these boxes smashed for scraps, their games and stories left untold.

"Lemme guess," Archer said suddenly. "You watched Wreck it Ralph, dinja?"

Chuckling softly, Raymond nodded and began wandering through the arcade. "I'm not going to say it had a profound effect on me or something but being here does kind of provoke the question of what will happen to these things if they were just trashed like that. It's not like there are any arcades in town..."

"Only one in town if I guess right," added Archer solemnly.

His eyes lit up when he spied a particular game. "Wow! I've never actually seen one of these!" He jumped onto the platform marked by four arrow keys on the floor. "My cousin used to have this game and one of those foldable platforms. It was really terrible because every time you made a step, it moved and sometimes you'd slip."

A smile touched his lips as Archer took up the other player's platform, a grin on his features. "Ready to get schooled, bro?"

Raymond cracked his knuckled theatrically. "Watch and learn."

Archer pressed the 'start' button on the console and the screen flashed with the words 'Dance-Dance Revolution'. Archer let him pick a song and when he picked the hardest difficulty, the frat boy's half-grin turned into a half-frown. The moment the song began, Raymond jumping and slamming his feet across the sensitive platform like a madman. The music blared in his ears, the rhythm carrying his feet and uplifting his very soul. His eyes were focused, lasers, on the screen as streams of arrows flew by.

"Shit dude! How the hell are you keepin' up!?" laughed Archer as he desperately tried to match each arrow as they sped from the bottom of the screen to the top. "Fuck!" His miserable 20-step combo was gone while Raymond was already at a withering 50.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Raymond was grinning broadly. Heart pumping, he decided to throw further humiliation at Archer. He spun around, back to the screen. Even by just looking over his shoulder, he managed to keep up his combo to Archer's utter awe. The huge frat boy actually stopped and gawked as Raymond spun in the air and stuck the landing, getting a huge _'Fantastic'_erupting from the machine.

"You better keep up or you'll fail!" Raymond laughed.

Shaking himself from his awe, Archer just threw his hands up in the air and stepped off the platform. He leaned against the railings and just let his side of the game end in a disastrous failure while Raymond paved his way to the high scores.

When the song ended, Raymond was sweating and he threw his hands into the air in triumph. He leapt off the platform, panting and grinning. His dark eyes met Archer's bright, green orbs that shone even in the dim lighting of the arcade.

"Where did you learn that?" asked the bulky frat boy.

"I spent a lot of time at my cousin's place playing the console version of that game." Raymond gazed fondly at the machine. "Every weekend, we'd have dinner at my cousin's place on Saturday and then dinner at our place on Sunday. We'd always play DDR when we ate there."

"You're a really good dancer."

Raymond snorted derisively and turned away. "That's not dancing. That's just stamping your feet at large keyboards on the floor."

Archer gave him a light punch on the shoulder. "Give yourself more credit than that, bro." A massive arm wrapped around his shoulder. "Tell ya what? We've got the frat party this evenin'. You come as my guest and you can show us your dance moves! It'll be awesome bro! Woof!"

"I don't know..." mumbled Raymond. The high that came from the moment of utterly defeating Archer faded.

"I ain't takin' no for an answer, Rayne." Archer poked his chest. "Yer comin' to the party. Six o'clock sharp!"

And as had been the case so many times before, Raymond could not say 'no'.

******

Raymond stood in front of the mirror mounted into the door of his wardrobe; the very same, heavy, metal wardrobe that he, Teddy and Aubrey had pushed halfway across the room because of his obsession with Feng Shui. Not that he even understood the practice that much. A look of insecurity marred his features as he debated whether or not the black tie that he wore was far too formal. For the fifth time, he took it off and undid the top button of his clean, pressed, white shirt. For the sixth time, he put the tie back on hastily.

A hand seized the tie from his grip and tossed it back into his closet. Aubrey gave him an exasperated stare while the astronomy major's friend, Gunther, sat on Teddy's old bed skimming through their books since they had a test coming up apparently.

"Mate, you're going to a frat party," Aubrey said. "You don't need a tie."

"But what if it's a black tie party?" Raymond responded, his rapid breathing quickly rising to a panic. "Then I wouldn't be dressed enough! Should I bring a blazer? A jacket? A vest?"

Aubrey glanced over his shoulder at the dark haired and blue eyed, lanky fellow swinging his legs absently on the bed. "Can you believe this guy?" He turned back to Raymond and spun him towards the door. "Look, you're fine, okay? Just go there, have fun and maybe bring a bottle of booze or something. They're college frat boys. If you're overdressed, they'll give you hell for five minutes, get drunk_er_ and then forget about it." He shoved Raymond out the door. "Now please leave. The sounds of your panicked breathing is interrupting our studies."

WHAM!

Raymond practically leapt a foot in the air as the door slammed behind him. To think that not so long ago, he would've been just like Aubrey and Gunther, spending Saturday nights studying hard to pass a test. Now, he was going off to party with a fraternity.

"How far I've fallen," he murmured miserably. "My parents are _so_going to kill me..."

And yet with all those thoughts, he didn't have the courage to pick up the phone, call Archer and say that he couldn't make it. Though his shoulders sagged with resignation, his feet moved with purpose and excitement as he headed out of the dorm building and passed through the gates that separated the 'Frat Lands' as the vast, grassy and almost forest-like stretch of land within campus grounds where fraternities had their houses.

He followed the road through the small hills and around thick groups of trees for what felt like forever. The sun had long set and plunged him in darkness. Lampposts had been erected along the road, making it almost seem like a lovely stroll in the park if the blaring music and rowdy shouts from the frat houses didn't break the mood. It was hard not to peer through one group of trees and not see some form of fraternity activity happening. Not everything was a party, though. It seemed that some frat houses were having some quiet gatherings, just lounging out on their patios. Those fortunate enough to have a pool were enjoying its comforts before it became too cold to dive into the freezing waters without being considered mad.

The Kappa Nu Tau Fraternity House was located at the very end of the road since it was the newest fraternity to form in Starview College. Raymond vaguely wondered if another fraternity were to pop up, that prestige would be taken from them. Then again, as he came into the clearing where the frat house stood proudly, he realised that even the loss of the esteem of being at the end of the road would be minimal. The house was _immense_and certainly very modern. Instead of the Victorian homes that the other frat houses benefitted from, the KNT Frat enjoyed a very modern home and from where he stood, he could already see dozens of frat members partying in the famous game room that Archer had mentioned.

It was with much trepidation that Raymond navigated the circular drive way, amazing at the very well kempt, circular front garden with white flowers arranged in the latters 'KNT'. He guessed one of the frat boys was a gardener or they had a gardener. At the broad, oaken door, he gave a sharp knock and waited.

No reply came for a minute so he knocked again.

Music was blaring from deep within the house and he guessed that no one could hear him. Amidst the deep thumps of bass and some song being played, he heard the trademark _woofs_of the KNT boys. He looked around for a doorbell but found none.

He knocked a little harder and swore that if no one answered the door this time, he'd just turn around and leave.

He almost wished no one would answer.

Then the door swung open and a familiar face met him.

"Rayne!" Teddy Kozlovsky exclaimed, spreading his huge arms wide. Before Raymond could correct him, the towering 6'11' man swept him off his feet and gave him a big, bear hug. The contact forced Raymond to rub his smooth cheek against Teddy's rough and ever-present, dark five-o'clock shadow that contrasted against his peroxide blonde hair. Teddy spun around, carrying Raymond easily into the house in one arm, his other waving at the large gathering of towering, muscular men in the other room. "Hey Archer! Dude! Guess who finally showed up! Woof! Woof! Woof!"

Raymond was dropped onto the tiled floor and shoved through the atrium of the house. He passed the statues of what appeared to be three Greek Gods; one of which sported a very large erection. Given that the fraternity was notorious for being openly homosexual, that statue didn't overly surprise him. What did surprise him though...

"Is that a ball pit!?"

Teddy laughed heartily, Raymond's former roommate clapping his shoulder as he was pushed into the central lounge room where everyone was. The lights had been dimmed and someone had bought a machine that sprayed different coloured lights through the room. Loud music blared through speakers while a fellow frat boy dressed only in a torn, black shirt played the role of the DJ just in front of the ball bit and underneath the big TV that showed various music videos. To the far right, two bartenders were tossing bottles up and over each other, performing incredible acrobatics in their craft while pouring drinks to those that would have them. A table was erected beside the bar where finger foods were piled in towering, extravagant arrangements. There had to be a _hundred_Pigs-in-a-blanket pierced by toothpicks and pinned to a foam cone, each one meticulously pushed into the foam to give the illusion of depth and grant the overall appearance of a corkscrew. All around him, other members of the fraternity were either socialising, dancing around the ball pit or were in the actual ball pit themselves acting rather childish.

"Rayne! Ya made it bro! Woof!"

His eyes were torn from the scenes around him and turned as Archer made his way towards him, a plate of food in his hands. Teddy told Raymond to enjoy the party and eagerly headed over to where his boyfriend, Dennis 'Den' Monroe was waiting. The two bumped chests in greeting before heading over to the bar for a drink.

"Don't you guys have alcohol restrictions or something...?" he asked tentatively.

"We do," answered Archer. "Bartenders aren't allowed to get drunk of their ass and we've got our faculty supervisor, Brock Knight, to watch us. That's him over there." He nodded towards the corner where possibly the biggest man Raymond had ever seen sat on a big, brown, leather armchair. There was another frat boy who sat on the armrest beside him and the two looked to be enjoying themselves. Knight looked so refined and poised in his clean cut, pink, collared shirt that was left unbuttoned to reveal his perfectly black chest hair that hugged his chiselled frame. The salt-and-pepper chinstrap beard he wore coupled with his glasses only added to his refinement. To think that someone that big, handsome and muscular could be so well dressed gave Raymond some degree of hope; maybe he too could be as big and strong as Knight.

If he got a second growth spurt.

"Pizza pocket?"

Raymond turned away from the sight of the intimidating yet fatherly figure of Brock Knight to the strange, brown bun that Archer held in front of him.

"Huh?"

"Homemade," Archer chimed in. "It's pizza toppings stuffed inside a bun made out of pizza crust. Here, take one side."

Dubious at the odd creation, Raymond did as he was told. Archer then broke one half of the bread and, to Raymond's amazement, stringy, golden cheese flecked with bits of bacon poured out. A whole ruler length worth of melted cheese separated them before Archer boyishly lifted it above his head and lowered the mess down his mouth. He could only take a few bits of it as it was scalding hot and he dropped the rest onto his plate.

"Try some!" gestured the frat boy. "It's fuckin' awesome."

As tempting as it was, Raymond put the bun back down on Archer's plate. "I've already eaten. Besides, it has pineapple."

"You don't like pineapple?"

Raymond shook his head. "Pineapples don't belong on pizzas."

Archer rolled his eyes. "Come on, bro. You've got to eat something! Woof!"

He had already eaten and the last thing he wanted was to look like more of a pansy than he already did in front of these super macho frat boys. "Maybe later."

"Alright, well lemme jus' finish this then you can show us all yer dance moves!"

Raymond chuckled softly and shook his head, deciding to just leave the conversation at that while Archer desperately tried to cram as much food as he could down his gullet. Even when he had finished his first plate, he said he'd be right back and headed over to the food table for more.

That left Raymond to his own devices for a few precious moments. Isolated in the middle of a sea of tall, muscular men, he felt a little like a shipwrecked survivor being circled by sharks. He could feel the predatory stares of the other Knots around him, just _waiting_to take a bite out of him with their teeth of condescension and drag him down into the ocean of even lower self-esteem.

A hulking olive skinned frat boy that looked strangely familiar strode up to him, lifting a bottle of beer in greeting. "Hey! Enjoyin' yourself there, bro?"

He felt terrible for not knowing the man's name. "Um... Yes, thanks."

"You don't remember me, do ya?" laughed the frat boy. "I don't blame ya. We only met once." He gave Raymond a nudge. Like Knight, he wore a collared shirt that had the two top buttons undone and just like Knight, he had a thick coat of chest hair that clung to his chiselled chest, outlining every muscle. His erect, pink nipples stuck out through the fuzz. Unlike the faculty supervisor, however, he had a similarly thick coat of hair on his forearms and legs. As if to compensate for the excess of body hair, he was cleanly shaven.

"Sorry," Raymond responded, dropping his gaze.

"You should come to the gym more often then, bro! Then ya'd remember my name! Woof!"

Then it struck him. "You're Ken!"

Ken laughed and clapped his shoulder. "That's the one!" He took a drink from his beer and then gave a disappointed grunt as the last drop went down his throat. "Imma gonna grab another. You want one?"

Just like caffeine, Raymond had been raised to avoid alcohol. But at the same time, he couldn't exactly say 'no' either. "I'll see what they've got."

"Sweeeeet."

Still with an arm around Raymond's shoulder, Ken guided him through the crowd towards the bar. Having the human bulldozer as a guide had its advantages especially as they cut through the dance floor. Raymond was sure he would've been crushed against the rippling, muscular bodies of the dancers if he hadn't had Ken there. At the bar, the handsome bartenders continued their performance, handing drinks to those that wanted them. It was with some relief that they knew when one of their brothers had had enough and just handed them a non-alcoholic drink. The recipient would complain loudly for a bit but didn't seem to mind the vibrantly colourful beverage.

Ken ordered another beer. The bartender, a stunningly handsome guy with bronzed skin, a cleanly shaved face and spiky, brown hair tipped with gold, threw a bottle of beer through the air, letting it spin wildly. He then spun around, caught it deftly behind his back and snapped the cap off with a practiced gesture. Froth poured out of the lip of the bottle and was handed to Ken who took it with a grin.

"What can I get ya, bro?" the bartender asked, smiling brightly at Raymond. The golden studs in his ears glistened in the lights of the room.

"Um..." Raymond began, quickly glancing around the bar. Not wanting to sound like a prude, he spied a bright pink drink poured into a tall class with a mint in it being handed to another frat boy that was cut off. "I'll have that."

"One lychee and watermelon mocktail, coming up!" He fished out a glass and set it on the bar in front of him. "We call 'em _Pink Waterfalls_here." Raymond took a step back as the bartender suddenly threw some ice into the glass before pouring some lemonade into it about halfway. Then, he took some freshly chopped lychees and about half of them for volume. The entertainment came a second later when he put the remaining lychees and some watermelon slices with a bit more lemonade and what looked like non-alcoholic bitters into a blender. He gave it a quick spurt to liquefy the fruit and then put it into a shaker. He shook the container, the trademark rattling filling Raymond's ears above the music. The bartender flung it over head from one hand and then catching it in the other. It barely touched his big palm before he tossed it to his co-worker. Even without looking, the other man caught the brew while pouring another cocktail for another. He gave it a few shakes before spinning around in tune with the music and throwing it back.

Raymond's bartender took the returned shaker before cracking it open and pouring the contents into Raymond's waiting glass.

"That was amazing!" he exclaimed, applauding loudly.

"You should see what we could do upside down," he answered.

"Huh?"

Ken clapped his shoulder again as he took the drink. "Fin and Matt sometimes like to hang upside down from up there." He pointed to a pole just behind the rows of glasses hanging upside down behind the bar. "One of them stands right-side up the other is upside down and they pour drinks."

"Wow... I'd love to see that."

Pulling him away from the bar so that others could get their drink, Ken said, "Show us your kickass dance moves and maybe we'll invite ya to come back! Woof!"

Raymond almost choked on the sweet, sour but delightfully refreshing drink. "Wh - what!?"

"Dude, Archer has been doin' nothing' but bragging about how you kicked his ass in DDR! Woof!" Ken pulled him immediately onto the dance floor where the music was already in full swing. "Come on, bro! Shake that tail! Woof! Woof!"

Blushing deeply, Raymond gestured at his drink. "I can't. I've got a drink..."

A hand over his ear and a sly grin on his face, Ken shouted, "I can't hear you!" Somehow, Raymond doubted that. "Come on, bro! Dance! Woof! Woof!"

Echoing woofs began rippling through the crowd and before he knew it, the rest of the frat had formed a broad circle around him, clapping their big hands together in tandem with their _woofs_and the bass of the song around them.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

And Raymond just could not say no.

Drawing on his experience with DDR, he began tapping his feet left, right, forward and back, imagining himself back on that virtual dance floor. He took the beats and thumps of the music and translated them into jabs of his feet while he still held his drink in one hand. His cheeks burned with embarrassment but he kept his eyes shut to block out the patronising grins of the frat boys around him. He was probably just their entertainment for the night and he was a little angry at Archer of dragging him along but for the moment, he just let himself get lost in the music.

"Come on, bro!" he heard Teddy shout. "Swing those arms!"

That was a little more encouraging and he remembered that there _were_friends in the crowd. If Teddy was egging him on, then the cheers couldn't all be at his expense. He pumped a fist into the air, shaking it to the beat. He felt a little like a douche when he pushed out his lips like he was trying desperately to focus on the beat and bobbed his head to the beat.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

It was hard not to get swept up in the moment and he dared to leapt into the air briefly and slam both feet into the ground decisively. That got him a cheer but also a light splashing of his drink on his shirt. For the first time since he began 'dancing', he opened his eyes and regarded the pink stain on his shirt.

"Why don't you finish that off?" came the deep, oddly refined voice. He glanced up at the source of the well-articulated words and found himself staring at the titanic Brock Knight. The faculty supervisor was giving him this knowing smile, fatherly but also like he knew something that Raymond didn't know.

Feeling a little hot from embarrassment and the building excitement, Raymond lowered his hand and drank the rest of his Pink Waterfall. He got a bit of a 'boo' and Knight spread his arms at the frat around him as if to say, 'What? He was going to ruin his shirt!'. Raymond finished his drink quickly, the punch of sweet and sour making him shake his head and sending a chill down his spine. Knight offered to take his glass and he gave it willingly.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

Now with both hands free, Raymond was free to cut loose. He let the music permeate him, rolling through his ears and flooding his shoulders to empower his arms. The sheer energy the upbeat sound emitted sent his arms swinging left and right to the beat, tight fists exuding confidence he rarely ever showed. Deep, bass thumps pounded his heart, forcing it to increase in tempo. His lower body was forced to follow, his hips swinging in the opposite direction of his arms while his legs stomped, bounced and hopped in all directions. When he spun, he got loud woofs.

These guys weren't laughing at him.

They genuinely wanted him to have fun.

And for the first time in what seemed like forever, he really was having fun.

Big hands seized his left butt cheek in a familiar grip. He wasn't sure how but he just knew that was Archer and when he turned, the blonde haired titan was grinning at him, eyes shining with pride.

"May I have this dance, bro?"

"Like you have to ask," laughed Raymond and he turned towards Archer. The circle around them closed as the spectacle quickly came to a close and everyone just danced with their partners or just danced to the music.

Flashing, colourful lights danced off curved, strong muscles. Upbeat music sent hearts racing. Adrenaline and testosterone pumped through veins and some of the more macho of frat boys leapt into the ball pit to wrestle playfully while others continued to dance. The dance floor became hot and heavy with sweat and manly musk. In the rising heat, shirts were lost and the two bartenders threw off their pants, revealing bright red jockstraps while giving the audience a show on the bar itself. More than one couple began grinding against one another in more sexual ways, with delicate kisses, fierce grips and raging boners mixed into the fray.

Raymond lost himself entirely in the moment, throwing away the cares of his course change, his impending parental visit and whatever his relationship with Archer was. It was impossible not to get somewhat aroused at the sexual displays around him. Everywhere he looked there were large, muscular frames clashed together in tense, vascular couples. A few were being put on display as frat boys lifted their big arms and had their biceps worshiped by the tongues of others.

He felt himself growing hard in his pants. Ordinarily, that would have been cause of embarrassment but Raymond just couldn't give a damn at the moment. His eyes trailed back to Archer who had tossed aside his shirt, revealing his rippling, perfect torso. The muscular barber lifted his arms into the air, stretching his form as far as it would go and nuzzled his right arm.

Unable to resist touching the spectacular specimen, Raymond reached out and gripped Archer's waist, enjoying the touch of the firm muscle there. The top of his head barely touched the bottom of Archer's pectorals but that left him at the perfect height to press his nose against Archer's perfect abdominals; the hard, square cubes pushing back against his tongue while their hips moved in tandem.

Free of the care and woes that held him down even for the moment, Raymond began to embrace Kappa Nu Tau and the fraternity began embracing him in return. His body grew warmer, temperature rising even slightly above the heat of others around him. His motions took on a different meaning as his feet began to feel sore in his shoes. In truth, they began filling with new mass and strength, building themselves to support his new weight which would shortly follow. A grunt of discomfort left him as his toes began pushing up against the seams of his formal, black shoes. Showing surprising dexterity, he stomped on the heel of his right shoe and prised his right foot from their confines. There was only a moment or relief as his grey socks quickly became constraining. That did not last long as with a resounding rip, his toes burst from the ends of his socks. He didn't think the growth strange and took it as a convenience as he used his newly freed toes to help prise his left shoe off his remaining foot. Similarly freed, his left foot joined the right in its growth. Before it could even touch the ground once more, his much bigger feet broke tore a hole right through the tips of his socks. The cooling touch of the dance floor on his toes was somewhat relieving but pushed the heat of the change further up his legs.

A groan erupted from his lips with the burst of muscle up his calves. His slacks began peel away from where they rested around his ankles, creeping up to his calves where they suddenly became stuck against the bulging muscles. A _rip_that was drowned by the music heralded the breaking of the seams, revealing his fresh, new muscles built from years of dancing and activity. His legs stretched, pushing him higher and higher until his lips brushed up against the straight strands of hair that riddled Archer's pectorals. His tongue brushed against them, his tastebuds tingling at the salty touch of sweat. A big hand gripped the back of his head and guided him slowly towards the big, round, erect nipples that rested tantalisingly at the peak of the mountains of muscle. The moment his lips found purchase, his seat of his pants tore apart. His cock ached in his briefs and it was with much relief when Archer's other hand reached down and tore the remnants of his slacks and threw them to the ground. Raymond's lips wrapped around Archer's nipple, making the giant moan while Raymond yanked out his five and a half inch cock from the folds of his tightening briefs. Some semblance of sanity kept him from taking his briefs off completely but he still shamelessly ran his hand over his cock while suckling on Archer's nipple.

The changes quickly rolled up his back, muscles growing to distinctly define the line of his spine. Faint curves began crossing his lower back. His abdominal muscles clenched and relaxed with each breath, growing and tightening until the faint outline of his abdominal muscles could be seen even when relaxed. As the music grew even more fast paced, Raymond pressed his body against Archer's, his cock sandwiched between his transforming body and Archer's muscular thigh's. Their bodies undulated to the beat while Archer's own foot long member pushed out against his shorts and pressed up against Raymond's pectorals. As if sensing the presence of the meat that needed to be embraced, Raymond's chest blossomed out, pushing out into defined pectorals that belied years of working on them. The hard mounds were clearly shown through his shirt and as they grew, that very shirt gave way with buttons flying free of their confines. Raymond's newly formed pectorals eagerly hugged Archer's cock between them, thick wads of precum pouring past the fabric of his shorts to touch coat the welcoming bed of muscle.

With the added growth of his chest, Raymond's upper back followed, adding a little more height so that Raymond just stood at 5'11''. He had to bend down to keep his lips firmly planted against Archer's nipples but as more and more height was added and his shape began to change, he was forced to pull his lips away and seek a higher goal. His gaze lifted as his neck thickened. His arms wrapped fiercely around Archer's waist as the two of them began to wildly hump one another, all to the beat of the music. Their eyes met for the briefest of moment and a connection was instantly made. Their lips found one another, caught in passionate unity. Raymond's arms surged with joy, muscles building around his shoulders and tearing at the already punished fabric. His biceps felt terrible constrained beneath them and he couldn't lift his arms above shoulder height. He eagerly tore the arms of his shirt away with his new, meaty hands and threw them aside. This gave him the ability to reach up, take the back of Archer's head and bring their kiss all the closer.

Raymond broke the kiss for the briefest of moments as the change filled his neck with new mass, deepening his voice and adding a chiselled edge to his boyish features; sharpening his jaw and pronouncing his cheekbones just a little more. The roundness faded a little. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and a look of pure bliss crossed his features while he bit his lower lip.

His cock jerked and erupted, spraying one... two... three... four thick, heavy blasts of his cum all over Archer's shorts. The flood came out so fast and with such violence that his cock was forced to grow to accommodate, adding an extra two inches and a bit of girth as his balls eagerly pumped it full of his seed to meet the demand.

Raymond's hips bucked with the music, his cock still twitching and squirting the last bits of cum he could. Lost in the bliss and not wanting to come down, Raymond's eyes fluttered as he just hung there in Archer's thick arms. It was a kiss from the titan that woke him from his euphoric daze and he was able to once again focus on the handsome barber.

This time, it was Archer who broke the kiss, grinning down at him.

"Woof," Raymond laughed softly. He glanced down at his cock which hung out of his briefs and the spooge he had sprayed all over Archer's leg. "Aw fuck... Dude, I'm sorry..."

Archer just laughed at him. "Bro, it's a party! You get to cut back." Then Archer gave him a sly wink and hooked the rim of his shorts with a finger. "But if ya don't mind me sayin', you owe me now." It was like he was overing Raymond his shorts. "Whatdya say to makin' it even between us?"

A grin crossed Raymond's features.

"Woof!"

******

N.I.B

Raymond Izuma groaned. His head hurt and his whole body hurt. It was little wonder considering he was passed out on the dance floor. Through bleary eyes, he could barely make out the morning sun streaming through the blinds of the frat house. All around him were the remnants of the party. Members of KNT Frat in various stages of nudity were passed out on couches, on the floor or against walls. Evidence of last night's festivities including but not limited to dried cum splattered walls, the floorboards and the bare flesh of the muscular young men around him though the distant figures remained somewhat blurry. He groped around for his glasses and was glad to find them uncrushed not too far away. He put them back on, glad to be able to see properly again. Instinct took over and he pushed the glasses right up to his eyes but that only made everything nearby blurry while those in the distance were perfectly clear. Shaking his head, he let them slip down his nose, compensating for his short sightedness that he couldn't quite recall ever having.

Remembering how he had spilled his own seed that night, Ray blushed and glanced around for the man he had effectively 'seeded'. He didn't need to look too far as he found Archer spreadeagled beside him, snoring loudly and completely nude. That he sported one hell of a raging hard on that was dripping precum all over his cut abdominals like a faucet shook the last of Ray's drowsiness and replaced it with a bit of lust. Memories of the previous night's part came flooding into his mind including the time Teddy had joined them in the dance and had caught himself, Archer and Ray in a sexy three-way kiss. When Den joined them, things grew really wild.

Some part of Raymond thought that he should be ashamed of such debauchery but his throbbing cock argued otherwise. He wanted to find Teddy and Den to see how they had fared for the night but he vaguely remembered them heading upstairs to their rooms. To think that he had so much fun and done so much - but not _too_much - and he didn't even have a drop of alcohol.

He stretched and sprang to his feet quietly. His ragged dress shirt still hung around his shoulders and though there was certainly something sexy about him going around with an unbuttoned shirt and torn sleeves, sporting an erection in only his briefs probably was not socially acceptable. Thinking quickly, he took off the remnants of his shirt and wrapped it around his waist, somewhat giving him some modesty. There was no shame in showing off his 180 pound frame. Besides, it was early in the morning and no one would be awake. At least not in the Frat Lands.

Ray quietly snuck through the minefield of slumbering muscle men, cum stains and the occasional ball from the ball pit. He found his torn pants and took his phone and room keys from where they lay. Some part of him was _extremely_glad he hadn't worn a tie that night. With the utmost silence, he made his way back to the atrium and passed the three statues of what had to be Greek Gods. He only gave them a brief glance before heading for the door.

"Leaving so soon?"

He flinched and immediately spun around.

Sitting at the foot of the left hand steps going to the second floor was Brock Knight. Leaning against him, eyes closed contently and seemingly asleep was Ken dressed only in a jockstrap and a sexy black workout singlet. From the cum stains on both pieces of clothing and the stairs, it was clear neither of them made it up to their rooms last night.

"Sorry," Ray answered with an apologetic smile. "I gotta go back to the dorm. My parents are visitin' tomorrow and I gotta make sure I'm tidied up. Thanks for the party though. I needed it."

"I think you did," Knight answered with a sagely smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

"Never had so much fun in my life," he admitted with a sigh. "Just one day where I got to cut loose and relax." He sighed and looked back to the lounge room-slash-dance room. "No expectations, no grades, no restrictions and no one constantly comparing me to everyone else... It was just..."

"Fun?" finished Knight.

Ray grinned and nodded. "Yeah. Just fun." He shook his head sadly. "Wish I could get more days like that..."

Knight gently rested Ken against the bannister and stood up. Though he was still fully dressed, he showed signs of the previous night's activities as well with cum stains on his shirt and some matted clumps on his beard. "Well, we _are_in a college. You can't expect every day to be a party." He gave Ray that same, enigmatic smile. "Though you can certainly have more of them if you join the fraternity. At least once every week." He added the last with a chuckle. "And don't give me some crap about you not looking the part."

Smiling in return, Ray said, "It's not that. I'm more concerned about what my parents would think." He offered Knight a lopsided grin. "This might be my first and last party on campus. My parents don't exactly approve what I've been doing lately."

"They don't?" answered Knight though he didn't sound at all surprised. "Well let me tell you something about our little fraternity, Rayne." He strode over to Ray, the musk of man and sex still on him. When he wrapped his arm around Ray's shoulders, that smell grew even stronger. "We are a family. We take care of one another. I'm not going to tell you to abandon your old family for us but I want you to know that we're here for you. But at the same time, you've got to take risks. You can't always make progress if you have extra baggage dragging you down."

"Thanks, man," Ray chuckled softly. "Anyway, I better get going. Thanks for having me."

"Come back any time, Rayne. We're always accepting new members all year around." As Raymond opened the door and stepped out into the chill, morning air, Knight called out to him one more time. "And I'm sure Archer would love to have you back. Call him!"

That made Ray smile and it added a skip to his step at the thought that Archer was actually interested in him. He never considered himself gay before or even thought of any relationships before since he had always been busy with his studies. But now...

"Raymond and Archer," he murmured softly as he strode up the brick road away from the frat house. He became aware of his bare feet. Where his socks had gone he wasn't sure and he just remembered that he had forgotten to take Michelle's sandals with him when he left for the night. "Nah, that's too long," he said with a shake of his head. "Ray and Archer? Too short." Then with a shrug, he said, "Rayne and Archer... that has a nice ring to it."

The cold fall breeze was starting encroach on the warm, fuzzy feeling he got from dancing with Archer the previous night and the other assorted things they did together. He hurried towards the dorm room, bolting up the road through the rest of the Frat Lands and finally reaching his dorm room. He paused when he saw the Michelle was already up, sitting on the lounge chairs in the foyer with a book in her hands.

Ray briefly wondered if he should wait until she was finished before making his entrance but a particularly cold gust of wind reminded him of his semi-nudity. Unable to bear the chill due to his low body fat percentage, he pushed open the door and slipped inside. Michelle looked up from her book, brushing back her long, blonde hair.

"Raymond?" she asked, a look of puzzlement on her face. "What are you...?"

"I... uh... I spent the night at the KNT frat house party," Ray answered with a sheepish grin and a hike of a thumb over his shoulder. "It got pretty wild..."

"It must've," she responded, rising to her feet. "What happened to your shirt? And pants?"

He remembered his clothes feeling too tight and confining for him during the dance, his flesh craving for Archer's touch. He also remembered Archer shredding his pants and taking off the sleeves of his shirt himself. Above it all, he remembered spraying his cream all over Archer and the hunky barber returning the favour. No doubt there was still evidence of the night's events soaked into his shirt.

"I don't have a clue," he answered, letting out a soft, nervous laugh.

"O...kay..." Michelle looked dubious but she headed over to the shoe rack with the guest slippers and gave a pair to him. "Here, why don't you head on up and put on something more decent?"

Ray took the slippers in gratitude but when he looked at them, they looked a little small for his feet. "Um... do you have anything in a bigger size?"

Michelle glanced at the sandals and then at Ray's bare feet. "Huh... I could've sworn you had smaller feet." She shook her head and took the offered footwear back before giving him something more appropriate. "Not sure what I was thinking. Here."

"Thanks," he said, glad to have his feet protected from the cool ground. "See ya later!"

He eagerly headed upstairs to his room, 8B. A long, hot shower was welcome and he was looking forward to it. As he reached the top of the steps, he was already planning out the events of the day from preparations for his parents' arrival the follow day, tidying his room and once again preparing his speech for justifying his sudden course change. Maybe he'd go out for coffee with Archer again if the poor guy wasn't too hung over. Though he couldn't recall Archer drinking any beer the previous night.

Confident with the plan, he placed his key into the door and pushed it open.

A pungent but familiar stench filled his nose... the stench of cum and men. There was some suddenly shuffling and a loud 'whut?'. His eyes first fell on his bed. There was nothing out of the ordinary there. That just left the source to be Aubrey's bunk. Just as he turned, a naked form tumbled off the top bunk and crashed to the ground with a loud bang!

Gunther, Aubrey's classmate, peered up from the bunk with half-closed eyes and a sleepy yawn escaping his lips. "What...?" Then he saw Ray and his blue eyes widened in horror.

"Raymond!" Aubrey exclaimed from where he desperately tried to stand from the floor. He was completely, and utterly naked. His cock was semi-erect, his thin frame showing marks of passionate love making from hickeys on his neck and chest and dried cum meshed with his pubic hair.

It took a second for Ray to piece things together.

"Oh..." he began softly.

"I can explain!" Aubrey exclaimed.

Ray just shook his head, fighting a grin. "No... Really. No need. I'll... uh... Imma gonna go out for coffee. You two keep on studying anatomy - I mean, astronomy." He quickly ducked behind the door, trying desperately to keep his laughter in.

He pulled out his phone and found Archer's number. Since the hunk had been out thirty minutes ago, he doubted that he would be awake but he sent a text his way nonetheless simply asking if he was up already. To his surprise, he got an answer almost immediately. His heart fluttered in his chest and he responded with, "Coffee?"

"Sure," was the reply.

He remembered his semi-nude state and added, "Bring spare clothes."

******

It was a Sunday and that meant even C8H10N4O2 which prided itself in waking up people was somewhat deserted. The staff was still half asleep. The waitress that placed Archer's latté and Ray's hot chocolate on the table barely managed a smile before she shuffled back to the counter where she rested her head down tried to get some sleep.

"No way," Archer laughed while shaking his head. "AJ was in bed with Gunner? That's hot! Woof!"

"Gunner?" Ray asked. "Oh, you mean Gunther." He snickered at the memory. "Yeah, they totally did it last night."

Archer challenged him with a lifted eyebrow. "Ya sure 'bout that? I mean, ya ain't all that experienced in the field."

Though his cheeks burned with embarrassment, Ray leaned back in his seat with his cup in one hand and the other absently waving at Archer. The shirt and pants that Archer had given him were too big for him to wear but they _were_meant for the gym. "So I came early last night. I work better with some foreplay." His confidence wavered a little as he caught sight of Archer's half-smile. "So you've met Aubrey and Gunther before?"

With a nod, Archer took a deep, long sip from his coffee and let out a content sigh. "Yep. Aubrey wanted to join the frat 'cuz he's gay and... well... the Knots are all gay. Bet he thought he could pick up guys and sleep 'round and stuff." He shook his head. "But we ain't like that. Sure we have wild parties and a fuck tonne of sex but we ain't animals. Woof!"

"Coulda fooled me." They both laughed at that though Ray's laughter was caught short when Archer's leg absently brushed against his. Though he flinched away, Archer didn't pull away. The warm contact reminded him of the previous night. His cock began quivering in excitement.

"We're a family, bro," Archer explained. "Each bro in the frat, we take care of each other. Each of us gives something to the frat and the frat gives back."

"What did you give?" asked Ray curiously.

"Me?" Archer ran his big, meaty hand through his spikey hair. "Apart from kickass haircuts? Next time yer in the frat house, check out the gym. The dumbbells are from me. Woof!"

Dumbbells were not cheap and to think that Archer had bought them all and given them to the fraternity in a little over a year was impressive indeed. "Wow, how'd you afford it?"

"I didn't," came the reply with a shrug of mountainous shoulders. "My parents gave 'em to me when I first moved here. Like I told ya, they wanted me to be a footballer. Thought weights would steer me in the right direction." He gave Ray his handsome half-smile again and leaned forward, his other hand creeping forward to gently clasp around Ray's. "I figure the frat could use it more than me."

The contact made Ray's heart race but a fragment of doubt cut through his mind and he immediately pulled his hand away. "Archer... bud... I'm getting all these signals from you, dude." He looked into Archer's soft, green eyes. "Are we a couple? Is this a date?"

"Woof! I dunno, bro." A strange mischievous looked crossed his features, a little like the look that Knight had given him. "Do you wanna be a couple?"

Ray's mouth opened to give the automatic answer, one based on his history, his reservations and the impending arrival of his parents. But those words died in his throat when he considered the fun he had the previous night, the freedom he felt from leaving the expectations of his family behind and the future that lay out before him. He wasn't exactly sure where he wanted to go but suddenly, he as afraid of it anymore.

Not if he had Archer with him... or the other members of the frat for that matter.

"If I say 'yes', does that make me a member of the frat?" he asked.

A look of apology wiped Archer's cute half-smile from his face. "Sorry bro. It ain't that simple. Like I said, you gotta give something to the frat." He gripped Ray's hand tightly. "But I know you can find sumthin' to contribute. You got it in ya." Archer winked at him. "But in the meantime, whatcha say you guzzle that sissy drink and let's go hit the gym?"

Unwilling to broach the subject of being a couple, Ray drank the rest of his hot chocolate and gave Archer a firm nod. He followed the hunk of a barber down to the gym. They walked in silence though as his mind was plague with the question of what he could possibly give to the fraternity to become a member. He went through all his worldly possessions in his mind, listing of what he could really put to his name. The only thing he could truly think of giving up were his medical text books since he didn't have any need of them.

Or maybe if he got good enough, he could paint or draw something for the fraternity... Though he seriously doubted that he would get good enough in such a short time. What he had experienced the previous night was incomparable and he craved more of that carefree attitude. There were no expectations, no familial politics or restrictions. Hell, if he recalled correctly, at one point Den began sucking on his dick while Teddy and Archer made out to them. Or maybe he dreamt that... he couldn't remember but it still got his cock hard and leaky. The thought of joining the fraternity and having a night like that every Saturday...

"Is every Saturday night like that?" he asked, seeking clarification.

"A wild kickass party?" laughed Archer as he pushed open the doors to the gym. "Woof!"

"What about weekdays? Sundays?"

"We're all still in college bro. We still gotta study and shit." As Raymond passed him, Archer's big palm slapped the young man's ass, making him leap fully into the gym foyer. "But doesn't mean we can't have fun during the week. _Woof!_Ya just gotta be confident enough to look for the fun."

That only made him want to join all the more.

Ken was at the counter, looking exhausted and but still greeting them with a hearty smile.

"Rayne! Archer! Woof! Woof!" the gym clerk announced, waving a big arm at them. "Early morning workout?"

"Woof!" announced Archer. He hiked a thumb over his shoulder. "Poor Rayne needed to get out of his dorm room. His roomie an' Gunner had a party of their own! Woof!"

Ken's eyes widened and his grin grew broader. The weariness in his face seemed to fade in that instant. "No shit! AJ and Gunner? Well woof! They might jus' turn out to be Knots after all!"

"Totally bro! Woof! We should invite them to the next party!"

Puzzled by the sudden exchange, Ray remained quiet as Archer headed into the change rooms and change into his gym clothes. He remained by the counter while waiting. Ken lounged beside him, eyes on the gym floor to make sure none of the early morning gym goers injured themselves or did something stupid.

Upbeat music played for those in the gym but it was nowhere near the heart racing songs that had been played the previous night.

Ray couldn't quite get into the beat especially with a certain heavy question looming over his head. That question was weighing him down, darkening his mood and sapping him of energy. He needed it answered. "Hey Ken..."

"Sup bro?"

Turning the gym clerk, he asked, "Do you guys... actively go out recruiting people?"

The muscly man dressed in a blue and silver workout shirt of his frat shrugged. "Sometimes. We do have rush week, ya know. But throughout the year? Some of us do. We're always open for new memberships year around."

"Knight told me." Ray cast his gaze down with a frown across his features. "Archer told me that Teddy talked about me all the time. Did... Did Archer hunt me down or something because of what Teddy said?"

Ken gave him a smirk. "What? Ya think Teddy oversold ya or something?"

"Or that I'm Archer's charity case..."

A big, deep laugh was his reply. "Let me tell ya something about the frat, bro." He clapped Ray's shoulder in a friendly manner. "You know we love sex. _Woof!_Fuck, last night, I saw ya tradin' tongues with Teddy."

He remembered that all too well but he didn't want to sound like a slut. "I... Uh... I don't remember... I might've had too much to drink."

The look in Ken's eyes revealed that the 6'11'' twenty year old muscle god knew he was lying. Thankfully, he didn't call Ray on it. "Well, we do like sex. We like having sex with guys. Fuck, I dare ya to ask a guy in the frat who hasn't had sex at least once with everyone on the frat. Woof!"

"Teddy...?"

"It's been a month. That boy did his rounds in a week. Woof! Woof! Woof!" Ken licked his lips as if remembering a kiss he and Teddy once shared.

"Seriously!?" Ray exclaimed, flinching away. Suddenly, joining a fraternity with such blatant promiscuity was starting to sound a little less appealing. Certainly if his parents ever found out, they'd disown him there and then and probably form a lynch mob to burn down the frat house.

"Yep," Ken answered proudly, his eyes beaming with pride. "But let me tell you something about that." His voice grew low and solemn. "When you've been with every other guy, tasted every cock and had every piece of meat in ya, if you can look back at that one guy an' still feel your heart skip a beat, see the room light up whenever he smiles or have your breath stolen just 'cuz he walked in, then you know he's the one."

The surprisingly deep words took Ray aback and he inclined his head in curiosity. "So you're saying...?"

"Guys like Archer? He gets his rocks off. Loves it. He loves his bros. But he's still holdin' out for that special guy." Ken winked at him. "It's all we're after in the end, right? To be with someone?"

Ray tried to keep himself from grinning like an idiot. "A... and you think that I'm...?"

Shaking his head in wonder, Ken said, "I'll be honest with ya, bro, I'm jealous of the way Archer looks at ya. Wish I could have someone look at me like that. Or wish I'd fall so deeply, stupidly in love like that."

"You haven't found the one yet?"

Ken shook his head sadly. "Not yet. But doesn't mean I won't keep searchin' or having fun along the way." He nudged Ray with an elbow. "Why ya think I work the gym. Lotsa beef around here!" He let out a hearty laugh again and straightened, rising to his full height. "But take it from me, bro, having crazy sex all around don't make ya a slut. We Knots ain't manwhores. We're all jus' searching for the one." Then even Ken got that enigmatic look on his face where his smile was welcoming and warm but his eyes almost had a predatory gleam to them. "And sometimes, the one ain't born. They're made."

Whatever suspicions Ray may have had were allayed and he practically jumped to attention when he heard Archer's loud woof, announcing his return from the change room. Again, Archer was wearing that sexy gym tank top with its straps practically vanishing in the depths of his muscles. He was swinging his vascular arms back and forth, the blood pumping into them already starting to inflate his biceps and forearms.

"Ready for one hell of a workout, Rayne?" Archer challenged. "Woof!"

"You bet!" Ray answered, beaming brightly.

He whispered quick thanks to Ken before eagerly following Archer back to the dreaded pull up machine. Like before, he let Archer take the lead. He enjoyed watching the massive mountain of muscle barely contained in bronzed skin lifting his pure, muscular weight up on those bars, back muscles bunching and relaxing with the twenty reps he did so easily.

When it was his turn, Ray easily leapt up to the bars and pulled himself up, swinging his legs up with practiced motions to push his head up over the level of the bar. He managed a good ten before his back and arms began to burn. But he didn't want to look weak compared to Archer. He wanted to impress the guy for obvious reasons. He squeezed a twentieth rep through before dropping to the ground, panting.

"Way to go, bro! Woof!" Archer exclaimed, taking the bars without even needing to jump up. "A few more sessions of these and you'd be as huge as me!"

"I'd probably need to get a membership," he said.

"Join the frat, bro! We get free memberships!"

That surprised him. "You do?"

"Woof! Didn't Ken tell ya? He's assistant manager here. Knots get free gym memberships 'cuz he and some of the other guys work here and clean up the place. Plus we get some of the old, worn machines for the house. Some of us even pay for the new equipment."

Archer finished his set and dropped down, gesturing for Ray to take his turn.

Somewhat dreading more strain on his back so soon, Ray nonetheless leapt up to the bars and began his set. Before strained groans, he said, "You guys... must... love this... gym...!" He managed to get up to fifteen before he dropped down with a gasp.

"Like I said," Archer said as he took his turn. "We all give something to the frat to contribute to it. If ya want an example, Teddy gets us a discount of books cuz he works at the campus bookstore."

"Does that mean I have to get a job to join?"

"Nope. Summa the guys live off a scholarship or the parents' money but they still give something to the frat. Maybe they DJ do the bartending or keep the garden clean. Hell, some of the guys are even helping expand the house! _Woof!_You just gotta find whatcha wanna give an' I'm sure ya'll be fine." Archer swatted his rear. "C'mon bro, five more."

"What!?"

"Ya didn't do twenty! Up ya get!"

Ray groaned and jumped back up to the bars. He managed to pull himself up three times, his face going beetroot red before his arms gave way. Determined not to give up, he kept hold of the bars even though he hung from them like laundry being hung out to dry. With a monumental grunt, he flung his legs up and hauled himself up for a fourth rep.

"C'mon, bro! One more! You can do it! Woof!"

Ray slumped down and was just about to give up when strong hand seized his waist. He glanced over his shoulder and found Archer giving him his cute half-smile. Suddenly energised, he pulled himself up for one last pull up, Archer pushing him up ever so slightly.

"Woof!" he exclaimed upon reaching the peak. He dropped back down, Archer letting him down slowly.

"Well done, bro! Woof!" Archer said with a grin. "Now three more reps and we can move one."

Ray could've died then.

******

It was midmorning by the time Raymond returned to his dorm room. Thankfully Gunther had left and Aubrey had more clothing on since the last time they had met. The moment he entered, Aubrey instantly turned bright red and he set his book down.

"You're back."

"An' your clothed," Ray observed with a smirk. "Had fun with Gunner last night?"

Aubrey gave him a puzzled look. "Gunner?"

"Gunther," Ray corrected quickly. "The Knots call him 'Gunner' for some reason an' I guess I picked it up." He moved towards his desk and sat down heavily, glad for the respite for his back. With the intense workout he had with Archer, posture apart from straight caused him intense pain. His seat groaned beneath his weight and he found himself actually a little too high for his desk. He would have to stretch to reach his keyboard. He was forced to lower his seat a little and wondered if Aubrey and Gunter had altered the settings of his seat as a prank. Or maybe they had accidentally moved it in their activities last night.

"You've been hanging out with the KNT frat boys a lot," Aubrey observed, a small smile on his features. "Other people on the floor see you with Archer Langley all the time. Are you two a couple now?"

Smiling idly to himself, Ray said, "Maybe... I dunno. Haven't asked him to make it official. But he has this cute smile. He's fun to be around and we have the wildest parties." Remembering Archer and Ken's conversation about inviting Aubrey to the frat house, he said, "You should come to one of the parties. I'm sure the guys won't mind."

His roommate shook his head. "I don't know. I already asked and they said I didn't have 'it' to make a member. I don't even know what 'it' is."

Remembering how he had been invited to join and apparently had 'it', he wondered at what he could've had that Aubrey didn't. Overbearing parents? The willingness to change courses? A close relationship with someone in the frat? Teddy did go out with Den a bit before he fully joined. Piecing together what Ken had told him about the fraternity, he wondered if any of the guys would be interested in Aubrey. Maybe their parties were a way of getting some of the unattached guys sample some new guys.

"Jus' come to the party, dude," Ray said. "At least have some fun! The guys are pretty cool. You'll like 'em."

"Will your parents?" Aubrey ventured cautiously. "I mean, they _are_arriving tomorrow aren't they?"

Ray bolted upright. "Oh shit, you're right! They're meeting me at 8 at the gates! I gotta get ready!"

He spent the rest of the day cleaning up the dorm with Aubrey's help. Desperate to prove to his parents that his change of course wasn't a complete waste of time and he had talent for digital art, he hurriedly scribbled some drawings that he hoped would be semi-presentable. Whilst doing this, he was reminded of his weekly sketch that was due the very same day his parents were arriving. He had spent the whole week fretting over his parents' visit and time spent with Archer that he had neglected his studies.

Satisfied that his dorm room was sufficiently clean, he took his sketch pad, a pencil, an eraser and a sharpener and bolted out the door hoping that there would be some people in the quad lounging about for him to sketch out for his Life Drawing class. He didn't have to worry. There were dozens of people enjoying the cool, autumn weather, basking amongst the brown leaves and just relaxing in the midmorning breeze.

He hurried to sit beneath one of the maple trees and scanned the broad, open quad for the perfect subject. A few trees down, there was a couple cuddling gently. The guy held the girl in his arms while he buried his nose into her auburn hair. She was absently caressing his chest through the woollen jacket. The perfect subjects.

There was an art to drawing people in real life poses apart from the actual drawing itself; it was trying not to look creepy while constantly looking up from the sketch at them. Being someone who had spent years memorising facts, formulae and equations, Ray was accustomed to committing things to memory and didn't have to look up very often. The problem he always faced week on week was that he had no idea what to memorise.

But as he looked at the lovely couple, he compared them to the rigid muscles of Archer and the other members of the frat. Recalling those hard, cut lines and how they caught the light put the two into perspective. He could just _imagine_those very same muscles, smaller, less bulky and hidden beneath clothing. It put things into perspective and suddenly, he knew what to memorise and where everything went.

Pride began swelling in his chest as he swept through the drawing at a lightning pace, his hand guided by the incredible force of inspiration. Within half an hour, he was done and though the couple had left, he managed to finish the drawing by just adding a few extra details that he had memorised. It wasn't perfect; he could still see a few bits that were out of proportion but it was still the best work he had done all semester.

Eager to prove that it was not a fluke, he looked around the quad. A guy was sitting on a park bench some distance away with him reading a book. He was too far for Ray's vision to completely keep him in focus. That forced Ray to push up his glasses a little so that when he glanced up at the guy, none of his outlines were blurred.

Though slightly more difficult than last time due to the distance, Ray still felt pride welling up inside of him as he began to work.

"That's very good."

He let out a yelp and jerked away from the sound of the voice. Mrs. Rivers stood a few feet away, looking as severe as ever.

"May I have a look?" she asked, holding out a manicured hand.

"S- sure..." he stammered, handing her his sketch pad.

With only two drawings, she flicked between one and the other and nodded in approval. "You have come a long way in a week. Your hands still seem quite shaky but definitely improving. What changed?"

"I... I uh... I guess I started working out..."

"Nothing will help you gain more appreciation of your body than straining it." She nodded and handed him his sketch pad. Her eyes roved over his body, making him feel like he was on trial. "How would you like to become a model for my Life Drawing class?"

"M-me?" stammered Ray. "I... I don't think..."

"There's a reason why it's called_Life_ Drawing and not 'Supermodel Drawing' or 'Greek God Drawing'," she interrupted. "There are many body types in life. Though it would benefit my class to have more muscular forms such as Archer, I am encourage others to step up as well. That is, of course, if you are comfortable posing nude in front of a class." She gave him a faint smile. "It pays well and there is extra credit in it for you."

Extra credit for a class he was sure he was failing?

"Sure! Why not?"

"Excellent. I will see you tomorrow in class."

She turned and left before he got to ask if he was modelling tomorrow or just as a member of the class. The moment she was gone, Ray dove for his phone and dialled the first number he could think of.

"Hello...?" came the weary reply.

"Archer! Quick! I have something important to tell you! Meet me at the coffee shop!"

******

The prospect of modelling for the Life Drawing class and getting some income was extremely exciting. Ray wanted to tell someone, anyone, about it. Archer couldn't meet him until about four thirty in the evening due to prior arrangement but that only made Ray all the more anxious. The minutes that ticked by was agony and he was constantly pacing in his room while Aubrey continued to study. And the Brit really was studying.

"Can I ask ya something?" Ray asked as he drummed his fingers on his desk as he passed it for the hundredth time. The room had a very small space in which to pace.

"Is it to join you in your anxious pacing?" answered Aubrey with a hint of agitation in his tone. "Then no thanks. I'm having trouble concentrating as it is."

"Sorry." He had to hank his hand away to keep himself from fidgeting. "Why Gunther? I mean, how did ya know he was the one?"

Aubrey laughed softly. "The one?" He set his book down and gave Ray a sad smile. "My friend, there are times when you aspire for things beyond your station; reaching for the stars, searching for fame and fortune, dreaming of having the new, trendiest thing." He lowered his gaze and shook it. "Gunter... isn't one of those things."

Ray frowned at his roomie and sat himself down in his seat. "What?"

"Gunter is an international student just like me. From Germany. We met at an international student gathering. I found out he was in my class and then we hit it off from there. Honestly, I don't think he's really gay. Just lonely. And to be perfectly honest...?" Aubrey slapped the cover of his book and gave Ray a lopsided smile. "I'm tired of being lonely. All the other astronomy majors have their own lives and my 'friends' won't last beyond this semester."

"You don't like Gunther?"

"He's nice enough. But honestly? It's just nice to have someone to cuddle up with at night this far from home."

Ray pursed his lips. "Well, ya shouldn't havta settle. Don't stop dreamin'."

Aubrey let out a soft laugh, showing his crooked teeth, possibly a reason why he kept his smiles restrained. "That's a nice thought, mate. But you have to face reality." He turned back towards his books. "After you get shot down multiple times from other universities and forced to travel across the world to get into the only course that offers a roundabout way to get into your desired course, rejected from team projects and stuck with other rejects and, to cap it all off, be denied membership to the only gay frat on campus..."

Shaking his head miserably, Aubrey turned the page of his book. "Dreams don't come very often anymore."

"You didn't want to be an astronomer?" Ray asked.

"I wanted to be an astro_naut_. I want to go up into space! Not just look at it through a telescope on the ground!" For a brief moment, Aubrey's eyes lit up but as quickly as it came, that spark was extinguished. "Only way I'm going to get up there is if I pass my classes, research something miraculous and hope to God that some university or government agency will give me a grant to prove my theory in space _and_that they don't come up with some sort of machine that'll prove it without the expense of going up there."

Ray got up and strode to the side of Ray's bed, his eyes just barely clearing the mattress. "Well, you know I've been hanging around the Knots a lot..."

"Don't remind me..."

"And they did mention that they were interested in ya."

Aubrey snorted derisively and turned the page to his book again. "I've lain that dream to rest, mate. If they ask me again, I'll likely say 'no'."

"Why though? They're great!"

"They're great because they've approached you. But you haven't been rejected by them." Aubrey shook his head. "They smile, laugh and treat you like a friend but when all the reason they give you for the rejection is that you don't have 'it'..." Again, he shook his head. "Don't you have your date with Archer?"

Ray checked his watch. "Oh crap! You're right!" He bolted for the door and flung it open. Before he left, he turned back towards Aubrey. "Hey, don't give up on your dreams, 'kay?"

He didn't get to hear Aubrey's response as he quickly turned and bolted out of the dorm room, sprinting all the way back to the Mall. At four o'clock on a Sunday, the entire facility was starting to wind down for the night. There were few people around and those that were resided in the restaurants that would stay open until later. Most of the shops were starting to close, however, leaving the lower floor of the Mall mostly deserted.

As he was just making his way up the escalators to the second floor, he heard his name - or rather nickname - shout out from one of the nearby shops. He saw both Ken and Archer there. His heart sank at the thought that Archer had invited Ken to their date. Then again, he hadn't exactly specified that they had a date just that he had something important to tell him.

Pushing down his reservations, Ray jogged towards them, putting on his best, welcoming smile. "Hey guys. What's up?"

"Ken just got off work," answered Archer with a hike of his thumb at the gym assistant manager. "So did I. S'why I had to wait this long. Sorry to keep ya waitin'."

"Right, you both have part-time jobs," Ray answered, feeling a little inconsiderate. "But guess what? So do I! Mrs. Rivers hired me to be a model for her Life Drawing class! Can you believe that!?" Then, a though crossed his mind and suspicion began creeping in. "You didn't quit just so I could get a job, did ya?"

Archer lifted his big hands, one of them was clutching a small, blue, rectangular box. "Nuh-uh, bro. S'far as I'm concerned, you still get to watch me pose naked for ya for the rest of the month." He grinned broadly at Ray. "But that's still great news, bro! Congrats!Woof!"

Nodding towards the box, Ray asked, "What's that?"

"This?" Archer lifted the box and waved it away dismissively. "It's nothing."

Ken rolled his eyes theatrically and shoved his fellow frat brother forward. "Damn fool!" He wrapped an arm around Archer's shoulder, putting his weight forward so that Archer was forced to lean forward. "This lovestruck puppy thought that 'something important' ya wanna ta tell 'im was that you love him and you wanna make it official."

Ray's heart seized up.

"So, he wanted to get ya a ring. But..." Ken said, rolling his eyes to direct it at a grinning but still blushing Archer. "... I told 'im yer goin' out not marrying the boy. So I convinced 'im to just get ya a neat necklace." He jerked his chin towards Ray. "G'wan! Give it to 'im. Woof! Woof!"

Never having seen the confident Archer so flustered before, Ray was amazed at Archer's cheeky grin and his bronzed skin turning a red. The nervous laugh he gave was both manly and cute at the same time. His adorable half-smile returned as he stammered.

"C'mon, bro. It ain't like that and you know it. I was just -"

"Yes," Ray suddenly said.

Archer stopped his stammering and lifted his eyebrows. "Whazzat?"

"This morning. I asked you if I we were a couple and then you asked me if I wanted us to be a couple. That's my answer."

Archer's brilliant, green eyes widened and his jaw dropped open. "Ya mean it? You really wanna...?"

To answer, Ray said, "Gimme that" and snatched the box form Archer's hands. He prised hit open. A thick, silver chain sat in a case of blue velvet. It was beautiful. A little big and thick but it came from Archer and that wasn't something he was going to turn down. He took it from the box and placed it around his neck. The weight was a little unfamiliar but its cooling touch was more than welcome.

"Whatcha think?" he said, placing his hands on his hips and lifting his head.

Archer shook his head in awe. "My eyes ain't on the necklace, bro."

Ken sighed theatrically and threw his hands into the air. "Okay you two. Let's go to the shop. It's p_arty time! Woof!_"

Ray gave Archer a puzzled look. "Party?"

With one big, hand wrapped around Ray's and guiding him towards the escalators, Archer explained. "C8H10N4O2, hosts a caffeine party once a month every Sunday. Started out as a thing for people who needed ta cram for Monday. Then it became more popular and eventually a party! You don't get drunk!"

"Just crazy from caffeine," laughed Ray.

"S'why it's called what it's called! Woof!"

As they reached the top of the escalators, they already found the coffee shop starting to prepare for the inevitable party. A velvet rope had been erected and even some specially designed road signs warning about caffeine on the premises were erected. It looked like guests were already filing in and the bar was already pumping out drinks. Bright, colourful lights were spilling from the interior of the coffee shop, other main lights dimmed to add to the ambiance. Glow sticks were handed out and as the party's tempo began to build with the music, they were flung around to add to the dazzling lights.

Suddenly, a simple coffee shop became more like a club. When the smoke machine turned on and began covering the floor in a faint mist, Ray just had to shake his head in amazements. Memories of the previous party he had experienced just a yesterday were still fresh in his mind and the heart-pumping music that began belting out of the speakers pulled him into the shop like it had its own immense gravitational force.

Archer was right there beside him, using his gargantuan bulk to weave through the already immense crowd and up to the counter. The music was too loud to actually hear what was being ordered but all Archer did was hold up three fingers and he was given three medium sized cups. One was handed to Ray and another to Ken.

"Sorry, bro!" shouted Archer over the noise. "Only coffees during the party!"

He understood. Given that they were effectively handing out free coffee and hosting a party, it would've far from profitable to be handing out more of the fancy drinks available. Archer and Ken took a drink. Not wanting to feel left out, Ray decided to try some coffee. It had a stronger, more bitter taste to the hot chocolate his favoured but it wasn't terrible. Certainly not the devil-sent drug that his parents had instilled into him.

What came after was just natural.

Still with drink in hand, he danced backwards onto the dance floor, inviting Archer over to him. All the tables had been pushed aside and stacked against the walls to give enough room for people to grind against one another while still providing enough space swing their arms and not give someone a concussion. The close quarters forced Ray to press right up against Archer. The touch of Archer's body against his made him crave for their bare flesh to press against one another. He wanted to taste Archer's nipples and run his tongue along Archer's tight abdominals, play with that belly button ring and wrap his lips around that cock that pressed up against him through Archer's shorts.

His whole body screamed to rip his clothes off and pounce on Archer there and then but some semblance of common sense kept him back. In an attempt to calm his nerves, he downed the rest of his coffee. The heat from the beverage flooded his veins, energising them. With his drink empty, he threw the cup over the heads of the other party goers and watched its sail right into a waiting garbage can.

"Woof!" he cried, thrusting his fists into the air.

Big hands wrapped around his waist and he felt another erect cock barely contained by the fabric of gym shorts press up against his rear. He felt Ken's breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He hand to turn his head towards the source of that breath, their lips hovering just inches away from each other even though Ken had to lean down. Ray shamelessly pushed his ass against Ken's groin, swinging and grinding his ass into Ken's cock. He felt Ken's breathing intensify.

Then Archer joined the party, sandwiching Ray between two, muscular men, cocks hard and leaking. The heat of the club and coffee mixed with the manly musk of both men began clouding his judgement. His senses became overloaded, his urges rising to the surface and setting his primal urges on fire.

All reservations burned away in the fires of his lust, Ray turned his head and brushed his tongue against Ken's lips. The big gym manager took his lead and pressed their lips together. There was no tenderness in the touch. Raw, unbridled passion burst between them. Ray could barely contain himself and would've blown his load there and then, his cock certainly felt ready. But as if sensing his need to explode, Ken broke off the kiss, giving a loud woof and then straightened to his full height. His lips found Archer's instead.

Watching the two passionately make out with him sandwiched between their godly bodies, being humped from both directions drove him wild. Sweat was starting to pour out of Archer's body, plastering his thin shirt and outlining every aspect of his chiselled frame gloriously. Ray traced those lines until he found the fleshy, erect peaks of Archer's nipples. His lips pressed up against them, pulling at the through the fabric while his other hand slipped up under Archer's shirt and caressed the washboard abs, enjoying the cooling touch of Archer's belly button piercing amidst the hot coals of muscle beneath taut flesh.

"Aw fuck!" groaned Archer, pulling away from them both. Ray was momentarily stunned at the sudden movement and Ken looked equally surprised. The cocky look on Archer's face told them he wasn't pulling away for any sentimental reason. "Woof!"

Something just clicked in Ray's mind at that cry and he gave his own answering 'woof'. Archer led the way through the crowd, Ray right behind him while Ken brought up the rear. They quickly left the coffee-club. It still felt early but one quick glance at his watch and he realised they had been at the club for an hour and a half. The sun had long set and the night air's chill began to rapidly drain the warmth built in their bodies.

Ray found his buzz quickly dying away even as they passed his dorm and entered the Frat Lands, he couldn't endure another moment without some form of physical contact. He suddenly increased his pace and threw himself at Archer, knocking the bigger man to the ground purely by surprise. They rolled in the soft grass of the hilly Frat Lands, his lips finding purchase against Archer's and the two of them wildly groping at one another. Ray enjoyed running his hands against every inch of Archer's rippling muscles.

"Fuuuuuck..." he groaned. "I can't stand it anymore, bro. I gotta cum!"

"You wanna cum?" growled Archer, his half-smile driving Ray all the crazier. "Huh? You wanna cum!?"

In answer, Ray thrust his hips against Archer's their cocks throbbing through the fabric of their pants, all too eager to touch one another. Archer rolled Ray onto his back and gave him one last kiss before immediately standing up. Ray immediately followed him to stand but was only on his knees when his boyfriend pulled down his shorts, his thick, foot long, uncut cock hanging out for all to see. His breath condensed in front of his face in rapid puffs as Ken joined Archer, the two men stroking their enormous tools.

Ray, on his knees and hungry for more, unzipped his tight-fitting pants and flipped out his cock which painfully demanded attention. In the cold night air, it needed quick attention and there was some welcome relief the moment he grasped his eight inch tool and began stroking it in tandem with the other two. Precum began soaking all their hands. Ray saw it as a waste that so much of that delectable liquid fell to the grass and went to waste. He shuffled forward and wrapped his lips around Archer's member, bringing a loud moan from his boyfriend. The wash of warm liquid flooding down his throat was just like the coffee; it filled him with energy and life.

His eyes closed, lost in pleasure. As soon as he gave himself to the moment, the blessings of the patron gods of Kappa Nu Tau began taking effect once more. First, it tightened the flesh around his face, giving his chin a farm more angled, handsome appearance without looking elfish or feminine in any way. His strong jaw and high cheekbones made him perfect for the runway. Bushy, unkempt eyebrows maintained their volume but became far more refined, looking less like two, big, black caterpillars stuck over his eyes and looking well maintained, styled and built to perfectly accentuate his almond shaped eyes.

The more he drank from Archer's cock, the more his neck began to thicken. Thick cords of muscle began building around his neck, lifting his newly acquired silver necklace from hanging over his chest and dragging it upwards until it sat comfortably around his collar bone. His shoulders followed suit, his traps rising to become defining mounds that met his neck. Deltoids began pushing the limits of his shirt, tearing the fabric. Mild irritation came from the touch of the strands against his bare flesh and he instinctively reached up and gripped his collar. He gave it a tug but it resisted his pull. In response, his biceps and triceps surged out, ripping his sleeves apart until they hung uselessly against his forearms. Newfound strength coursed through his forearms, matching his biceps to make them proportionate. With this new strength, Ray gave his shirt another tug. He tore his shirt clear from his chest, leaving his chest bare.

Archer let out a moan, heralding his oncoming orgasm. Deeming it too soon for release, Ray pulled away from Archer's cock and found his lips gravitating towards Ken's. The answering moan told him that the move was not unwelcome. His boldness was rewarded as his entire torso began to harden, muscles tightening and the outline of his abdominal muscles becoming far more defined. A tower of six, hard blocks rose from his groin and met the base of the mountainous pectorals he now possessed. His already slim waist began to wide to make him proportionate to the sudden added height he began piling on, placing him at a secure 6'3'' when fully standing.

Joining the growth in his waist, his legs began to blossom. A loud tear cut through their moans and groans as the seat of his pants tore again, leaving room for his adorable, bubble butt. His quads strained the fabric of his pants but didn't break through the denim. He had to shuffle and widen his kneeling stance a little to compensate especially when another three inches were added to his height and his pants rose up to meet his calves. His feet felt sore and constrained in his shoes but he endured it as he heard Ken's rising moans.

"Awww fuck!" roared Ken, thrusting his cock deep into Ray's mouth. "Woof! Woof! Fuck, bro! I'm gonna cum! Woof!"

"Woof!"

The sudden cry came from Ray's right. An enormous splash of warm cum struck the side of his face. The force was enough that he was yanked away from Ken. He instinctively turned towards the source, only briefly seeing Archer's look of utter ecstasy before his vision became consumed by thick, wads of white semen. Ken's own orgasm came a moment later, the torrent striking Ray from dead on and making the freshman reel back in shock.

He was ready for the second wave of cum, straightening while stroking his own member as he was coated in semen. White goo covered his entire face and splashed all over his chest and shoulders, helping to outline the hard muscles all over his body. The moment one drop of touched the base of his cock, the change took hold of his member. The previously cut member filled with fire as it surged forward to greet its two brothers spraying their load onto it. Engorged balls ballooned out and fell heavily on the ground, loaded with seed. They eagerly pumped their own payload into Ray's growing member, pushing Ray's fingers apart as it forced his cock to become at least a bear can in width and add an extra two inches to its length. The foreskin that had previously been held back stretched over the tip of Ray's helmeted head, moistening the tip and letting giving a chill of pleasure through Ray that sent him over the edge.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Ray bellowed. Drops of cum landed in his mouth with every cry and he eagerly lapped it all up. At the third cry, his own member erupted in joy, sheer ecstasy filling his veins with energy more than coffee or the precum of the others ever could. His cum shot up from his erect member, rising from here it lay and splashing Archer first. The sudden splash of semen surprised him but when Ray got a devilish look on his face and turned his quaking cock towards Ken and spraying him too, both boys could not help but laugh. With every shot, his pale gold skin from days spent in front of a computer and indoors gained more and more pigment, becoming darker and bronzed, even darker than Archer's tan. It was a deep, bronze colour and all natural without the need for tanning.

Despite the sixth shot of thick cum from his cock, Ray was brimming with energy. He leapt to his feet, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Woof! That was awesome! _Woof!"_he cried. "Let's do it again!"

"Woof!" Ken laughed. "Ya really got an energetic one here, Archer! Ya better learn how to keep up!"

"I'll run circles 'round 'im," Archer answered with a wink. "Come on, Rayne! Let's head to the frat house. We'll continue the party there."

Rayne eagerly dashed around Archer and threw himself onto his boyfriend's back. Prepared for the sudden weight this time, Archer caught Rayne's legs and easily held him on his back while Ray pumped his fists into the air.

"Party! Woof! Woof! Woof! Party!"

******

Pledge

A faint ringing woke Rayne from where he lay. The familiar scent of sex and manly musk filled the air and it wasn't just the one scent either. The twin sources of snoring around identified one scent belonging to Archer and the other was that of Ken who was currently passed out on the floor, his cock hard and leaking. It took Rayne a second to realise that he wasn't in his own room. The double bed that already felt too small for him and Archer was definitely not where he normally slept. A single desk and pictures of hunky men in front of tractors, barns and other farmland landscapes was alien to him but still screamed of Archer. It was strange that amidst the pictures of rural farmlands there were periodic tables, charts of scientific formulae and a big, wooden desk outfitted with an expensive looking computer.

This place was definitely Archer's room. With that thought in mind, he closed his eyes and snuggled up to Archer who lay with one arm around him, both of them sporting morning wood and naked.

Then that ringing came back again.

His eyes snapped open.

That ringtone was familiar to him.

It was his ringtone.

Curious, he looked around the room and lifted his eyebrows at the evidence of the previous night's events. Clothes were strewn everywhere and it looked like they had all made their mark on each brand of clothing. His torn jeans lay a short distance away, looking more like a pair of roughly cut hotpants now. At the third ring, he knew he didn't have much time before whoever was calling was sent right to voicemail. Without any shard of subtlety, he sat up in the bed, making Archer lout a snort as he woke up.

"Rayne...?" he mumbled.

"Jus' me, bro," answered Rayne as he yawned loudly. He lightly kicked Ken's chest to wake him. "Ken, bro. Roll over. Can't get off the bed without crushin' yer balls. And they're too sweet to be flattened."

Ken grumbled and rolled away slightly, allowing Rayne to plant his feet on the ground and shuffle towards his pants. He fished out his phone before it hit the fifth ring and answered it.

"Sup?"

"Raymond?" came a female voice. "Where are you?"

It took him a second to realise who he was speaking to. "Mom!?" He pulled his ear away from his phone. The time was 8:50 AM in the morning. He was meant to meet his parents at the school gates at 8! And he had class in ten minutes!

"Raymond. Why aren't you here to meet us like you promised? Why did you send your friends over? And why are they barking like dogs?"

Friends? In the background, he heard a few faint woofs.

"Ya mean they're woofing? Erm... That's just sumthin' they do. Hang on. Imma comin' yer way."

"Please hurry. I don't feel comfortable around these... people..."

He hung up and glanced at his cum-stained pants. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

"What's wrong?" Archer asked sleepily from the bed.

"The 'rents are at the gates!" Rayne responded, lifting his torn pants from the ground. "Fuck! And I gotta go all the way over to the dorm, get changed, grab my stuff for class and then - Fuck!"

Suddenly, Archer's bedroom door opened. Rayne instinctively covered his privates but when he saw that it was only Knight, he instantly relaxed. The faculty supervisor of the fraternity had a few pieces of folded clothing draped over his arm.

"Ah, you're awake," Knight said with a smile. "I suspect you won't have time for a shower so..." He held up a canister. "I've got some deodorant here for you and some clothes that should fit you. You parents are waiting at the school gate so you should hurry up."

Relief washed over him as he took the clothes and the can of deodorant. As he began spraying the night's activities away from him, he asked, "How'd ya know?"

"Your roommate, AJ," answered Knight with a smile. "When he woke this morning and didn't find that you had returned, he called up Teddy and explained that your parents were arriving. I checked up on you but didn't have the heart to wake you. I sent Teddy and Den to see to your parents while I got some clothes ready for you."

"AJ did that?" asked Rayne as he shoved on the shirt. It was about two sizes too big but it still let his chest be his defining feature. He wouldn't liked it to show off his abs but he wasn't going to be picky. He pulled on the pants as he said, "Ya really shud reconsider him bein' part of the frat."

"Way ahead of you, son. But let's worry about your situation first, shall we? Come on. You don't have much time. I've already called ahead to Mrs. Rivers to tell her you'll be late."

"Thanks man!"

Brock Knight gave a fatherly smile. "I look after my boys."

Sadly, Rayne's feet didn't seem to want to fit into his shoes anymore but Archer had a pair set of sneakers that he let Rayne borrow. He, Archer and Knight all raced out of the frat house and the Frat Lands. Knight had fetched them some cups of coffee to help them get energised while Rayne was getting ready. It was ten minutes past nine o'clock when they reached the school gates were Teddy and Den were playing a pretend game of one-on-one basketball between them - with a real basketball - while Rayne's dad and mom watched on. Charlotte Izuma looked on disapprovingly at the two barely dressed boys already dripping with sweat in the cold fall weather while Vernon, her husband, stood with arms crossed and eyeing Rayne as he approached.

"You're late," Vernon stated, crossly. "Is this what your new course teaches you? Laziness and disrespect for your elders?"

Rayne flinched. "Erm... well... ya see, pops... I kinda had a wild night last night and I -"

"Wild night?" Charlotte asked, her eyes wide. She shook her head, her long black hair tied into a strict bun behind her head. "You were _partying_on a Sunday evening even though there are classes the following day? And you were meant to meet us too. What sort of irresponsibility have you been taught?"

"I blame the company he keeps," Vernon said, his dark eyes narrowed. He eyed Teddy and Den who had stopped playing and were keeping their distance. Those same eyes then roved over to the newly woke Archer and then to the burly, intimidating Knight. "Who are these people?"

"They're -" began Rayne but was cut off by Knight who placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped forward.

"My name is Brock Knight," he said, extending a hand to Rayne's father. "I am the faculty supervisor of the Kappa Nu Tau Fraternity."

"A fraternity!?" screeched Charlotte.

"That explains so much," said Vernon. Before Knight could defend himself, he stared daggers straight at Rayne. "Don't you have class now? Why aren't you in class?"

Rayne suddenly felt like he was ten years old again even though he now towered over his parents by at least half a foot. "Um... Yeah... Didja wanna wait for me somewhere so I can -"

"No," cut in Vernon sharply, peering through his glasses. "We'd like to see you and your classes."

"If I may interject," Knight said suddenly. "Teachers don't usually allow anyone who isn't taking their classes into their actually sessions without reason. And I believe that Rayne's first class is somewhat... a private matter."

"We've already called ahead. Rivers has already given us permission to observe the class." He started walking straight towards the art building. Knowing his father, Rayne guessed Vernon had already studied the campus map before he arrived and knew exactly where Life Drawing was held. "We're wasting daylight. Let's go."

Rayne ducked his head in shame and followed like an obedient child. It was only when they stepped into the art building that another realisation hit him.

This was Life Drawing.

The class where Archer stripped down naked in front of everyone and Rayne had to draw him.

A pit formed in his stomach as he began fretting over whether or not his parents would start judging him for popping a boner in class or maybe they'd judge the Knots even harsher since one of their members got naked for money.

"Oh fuck me..." he muttered.

"What was that?" Charlotte suddenly snapped.

"N-nothing mom..."

His cheeks began to burn even more when he realised he had completely and utterly forgotten his homework. Not only would he have to endure Mrs. Rivers' withering gaze of disappointment but also risk losing further points with his parents.

This day could not possibly get worse.

Knight said he would wait outside the building for them, leaving Rayne without the one person who could defend him against his parents' fear-inducing gaze. His parents eyed Archer suspiciously as he continued to follow along. That Archer answered their gaze with his cocky half-grin and a cheeky wave only seemed to fuel their disapproval.

When he stepped into the classroom, Mrs. Rivers caught them immediately.

"You're late."

"Sorry," Rayne muttered, moving to take up his easel. "Won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't. And what do you think you're doing?"

Rayne froze as he was just about to seat his rump on the stool. "Um... getting' ready ta draw Archer...?"

"I told you yesterday that you would be modelling for me." She pointed at the podium. "Now get up here, strip down and give me as many angles and curves as you can."

...

Well... at least it wasn't his boyfriend that was stripping down naked for everyone.

Charlotte Izuma looked like she had turned into a ghost with how pale she looked. All the blood that drained from her cheeks seemed to go into her husband's as Vernon turned red in either fury or embarrassment. Rayne wondered if he could just excuse himself and apologise but judging by how he parents were glaring at him and the current tally of his approval points versus he disapproval points, looking like a quitter wouldn't help his case.

With a deep breath, he stepped up to the podium and took off his shirt and pants. He thought his mother was going to faint as he took up positioned on the podium. Standing with his legs apart and his hands on his hips with his cock hanging between his legs. He flexed his muscles.

"No! No! No!" exclaimed Mrs. Rivers. "Too generic. Be asymmetrical!"

Nodding faintly, Rayne changed positions, lifting one arm above his head as if he were going to kiss his bicep while the other remained flexed and poised at his hips. He bent down on one leg as well. From the corner of his eye, he saw Archer give him a thumbs up and that perfect smile of his. He desperately tried not to pop a boner.

Half an hour passed with agonising slowness and keeping the same position for that duration starting to wear on him. When Mrs. Rivers said that it was time to switch models, it was with much relief on Rayne's part. He got up, put his clothes on in a hurry and headed towards his easel. Archer took his place. With the fifteen minutes cut from class without their models. Rayne had only very little time to get his Archer's image right. His steady hands were guided by memories of how those muscles felt beneath his fingers and he caught his boyfriend perfectly. He allowed himself a semi even though he felt his parents' eyes burning into the back of his head as he did so. By the end of the class, he had gone flaccid again and beamed with pride at his work. He hoped to god that it was good enough to please his parents.

When he glanced over his shoulder, Vernon had stopped emulating a radish and actually looked somewhat impressed. Charlotte had regained some colour in her cheeks and even had the faintest smile on her lips.

That was a good sign.

He left with Archer and his parents, walking through the halls in silence until they left the art building. It was with much surprise that Knight was still standing there, waiting for them. It warmed Rayne's heart that the handsome man with the chinstrap beard had stayed true to his promise.

"How'd it go?" Knight asked.

"My son stripped down in front of a class and was drawn by others," Vernon answered storming past them all. "Then he proceeded to draw another man naked."

"That is Life Drawing," Knight responded a little tersely. "It's part of the course. If you'd like, I can arrange for tours of the other classes he's taking. There's his Digital Landscape Design where he builds magnificent virtual words, 3D Modelling and even Animation Programming. He is learning more than just -"

Vernon held up his hand sharply, silencing a man twice his size in muscle. "I have seen enough."

Rayne's heart seized up and he fell back. Thankfully, Archer was there to catch him. The contact with his boyfriend only comforted him a little though.

"You may continue your classes with our blessings," said Vernon, bringing much relief to Rayne.

"Thanks, Pops. I -"

"For this semester."

Rayne's jaw popped in horror.

"What?" asked Archer. "What happens after this semester?"

"After," Vernon replied, glancing over his shoulder at them. "He comes back home. I'm going to pull some strings and get him a medical internship from the local hospital. There, he will put the skills he's been honing for years_to actual use instead of throwing them all away for some fleeting fancy." For a second, his expression softened. "I understand the need for you to explore and experience the world, Raymond. But the time for that has come and gone. You are committed. You are one step from the real world which is not full of rambunctious parties, blissful freedom like these _fraternity boys enjoy or living off our money so that you can have others admire your body."

"Hey!" Archer exclaimed, shocking Charlotte with his sudden outburst. "Rayne is getting paid for that!"

"So you are being paid to 'model' for them?" countered Vernon. "I admit, you have become a handsome man, Raymond, but I did not raise you to become a stripper."

"I'm not a -" began Rayne but his father cut him off again.

"You are still living off our funds and your tuition is paid by our pay checks. Your clothes, your food, your glasses are all paid for by us." He eyes Rayne suspiciously. "What happened to your glasses anyway?"

Rayne shook his head. "They were only corrective, remember? I dun need them anymore."

Vernon shook his head. "Whatever the case. You may have this semester to enjoy yourself. We have been too strict, I admit. But come the end, you are coming home to follow the career you were meant to follow."

Knight, how had been silent the entire conversation, suddenly stepped forward. "Now listen here -"

"Don't try and convince me otherwise," Vernon said. "I'm sure you see each of the boys under your care as a son. I respect that. But I leave you to guide them as you see fit as long as you leave me to guide mine."

"That's just it," growled Knight. "I don't guide them to anything. I support them in whatever endeavour they choose. I don't tell them what course to take. I don't tell them which parties to attend. I don't tell them who to fuck."

Charlotte let out a soft 'eep' at the profanity.

"I let them learn from their own mistakes but in order to do that, I first let them make those mistakes." Knight gestured at both of the Izumas. "Your parents. I know you want to protect your child but like you said, the world is harsh out there. Pushing your son down a path you've carved for him because it's safe is doing more harm than good. All you're doing is making sure your son is little more than your own shadow!"

Vernon suddenly whirled around, eyes flaring. "You're wrong! Raymond -"

"Who decided he'd become a doctor?" interrupted Knight sharply. The faculty supervisor had his huge arms crossed and his big chest puffed out.

"He did!" But under Knight's withering gaze, even Vernon faltered. "I _may_have said being a doctor is a respectable field."

Knight wasn't about to let his advantage slip through his fingers. "And compared him to other members of your family who are doctors? Continuously maintained that happiness came only from following their success? _Your_success?"

"You have no right -"

"I have every right as an educator and a decent man!" snapped Knight loudly, he was baring his teeth. "All you did was fill your son with expectations until you were stifling him! You were going to make him into _your_vision of perfection without paying any bit of attention to what he wants! Did you know that he loves videogames? Did you know that he dreams of making realistic, vivid landscapes in a virtual world? Did you know how much he enjoyed cutting loose at the parties he's been to? Did you know he likes coffee!?"

Again, Charlotte gasped loudly.

Vernon's expression suddenly calmed. Rayne knew that look. It was the look of the impending final blow; the last word that will end an argument permanently and assure his dad's victory. "Be that as it may, his education and indeed, his future relies solely on my funds. I don't care if he doesn't like being a doctor. He's going to become an intern, get the certification, study hard and when he earns enough money to leave my roof and support himself,then can make his own mistakes. While he eats on my dime, he is mine to mould."

And that was it.

Rayne's fate sealed... There was no way in hell he could get a job to pay for his next semester. His run with Mrs. River's life modelling class was only for a month as well. He could never make enough money to support himself through the rest of the semester and pay for the following semester's tuition as well. Enjoying the next few months with Archer and his course would have to be the focus of life from -

"Heh."

The cocky laugh made Rayne turned towards Knight.

"Lucky for you then," Knight continued. "You'll get to save some money from your precious wallet." He clapped a big hand on Rayne's shoulder. "I'm offering Rayne full membership into my fraternity which includes room, food and good company. And..." He lifted his other finger before Vernon could interrupt. "... a full scholarship for the duration of his course."

Rayne's jaw dropped and even Charlotte looked utterly stunned at the revelation.

"Y - You mean it!?" he stammered.

"Raymond! Stay out of this!" snapped Vernon.

"No, Rayne," countered Knight, eyes still on Rayne's father. "Go ahead. Speak up. It's your life. What do you want to do? Do you want to go with your parents? Or stay here. With us?"

Suddenly, Rayne found himself at a crossroads. Literally to his right was Brock Knight; bright, welcoming and offering him something he never had before - control over his own path in life. To his left was his father, offering security, years of familial bonds and calling upon years of trust.

Who could he choose?

"Raymond Izuma," snapped Vernon. "You are coming with us this instant."

Just one look at Archer, and Rayne made his decision. He turned towards his father, a gentle but confident smile touching his lips.

"No."

******

Brotherhood

Knight's room was more like a very large studio apartment than a room. It had its own kitchen and en suite. There was even a waiting room outside with a coffee machine that Rayne had helped himself to. His nerves were still a little shaken as he navigated his way to the kitchen counter where he set down his mug of freshly brewed coffee. Even with Archer by his side, holding him tightly, he still shaking from the tense showdown.

"I'm proud of you, you know," Knight said, setting down his own mug. "It takes a lot of guts for a man to stand up to your father like that. You've taken a leap of faith, turned away from safety and ready to face the world your own man." He lifted his mug in a toast to Rayne. "But not alone."

"We'll always be here for ya, Rayne," Archer said, nuzzling Rayne's neck affectionately.

"So you meant what you said?" Rayne ventured. "That you're going to offer me a full scholarship? Is that even allowed?"

Knight rolled his eyes and gave him an absent wave. "I've been with this college for a long time. I've poured my own funds into it my times over. That's why I could build this fraternity. One word from me and the head of your class will offer you that scholarship." He winked at Rayne slyly. "It helps that I've been buttering him up all week since you started hanging out with us."

"You knew I'd take the offer?"

"No. I just prepared for it." Knight's smile turned into a semi-serious frown. "But you've got to keep your grades up, you hear? Above a 3.0 GPA."

"Yes sir! I'll go for a 4.0!"

Knight grinned. "Atta boy. And for your off times, I've spoken with the owner of that coffee shop that you boys like." He set down his mug. "You've got an interview with him tomorrow. He's willing to sponsor you for barista courses."

Rayne's heart skipped a beat. "Really!? I'm going to get a job!"

"Maybe ya can make better coffee than that machine out there," laughed Archer.

"God knows we need someone who can make coffee around here," chuckled Knight. "So, I guess the last thing to do is say..." He held out his hand towards Rayne. "Welcome to the frat, kiddo! Woof!"

"Woof!" exclaimed Rayne in response. "Thank you so much, Knight!" He was beaming so brightly his jaw was starting to hurt. "I... I jus' dun know what to say!"

Knight suddenly shared a glance with Archer who peeled away from Rayne. "How about you just sit back and watch the best part about being part of the frat?"

Rayne grinned broadly as Archer moved around the counter and wrapped his big, meaty arm around Knight's waist. "You mean apart from the awesome guys, the crazy parties, the loving support and the hot sex with everyone?" He waggled his eyebrows at Knight. "And I do mean everyone."

The faculty supervisor threw his head back and let out a laugh.

"Yer already a Knot, bro! Woof!" Archer exclaimed. "But naw, ya ain't a full member yet. Full members get to do this..." Archer rolled his head theatrically and a strange popping noise filled the room like his spine was popping. Knight leaned on the counter, giving Archer some space while he brazenly unzipped his pants.

Not entirely sure what Archer was doing, Rayne nonetheless followed suit and began to unzip his own pants, his cock hardening at the oncoming prospect of sex with both his boyfriend and the hot, faculty supervisor who had just become his saviour. He was halfway down when he stopped as something strange was happening to Archer.

The already enormous frat boy suddenly began to grow. Archer unbuttoned his shirt, letting out a sigh of relief as a wave of heat and musk escaped from him. It wafted into Rayne's nostrils, arousing him even more. He drank in Archer's thick, chiselled muscles and observed with growing interest as each of Archer's abdominal muscles stretched and grew with each one of his deep breaths. Pectoral muscles as big as dinner plates grew even bigger rounder and did all the work of pushing the rest of his shirt off his shoulders. The perfect, pink targets of his nipples grew closer and closer to Rayne's lips as Archer's pecs filled with new strength and mass, inviting him closer.

Rayne let out his cock to rise at full mast and his hand gripped the thick meat. In front of him, Archer's deltoids rose and grew, seemingly dragging his entire body upwards. His big, heavy hands acted like weights, allowing his arms to maintain proportion as he grew a whole foot taller. Soft popping and cracking caught Rayne's attention and he peered over the counter at Archer's feet. His boyfriend had kicked off his shoes, revealing abnormally large toes. Four of them began to reshape, grow bigger and start sprouting black claws_and replacing nails. His big toe began migrating up to his ankles as his heel was dragged upwards, reshaping his entire foot into a digitigrade stance. White_fur began sprouting out from the back of his transformed feet, spreading wildly up his legs. They disappeared beneath his jeans and Rayne let out a disappointed whine as he couldn't see the rest of the change.

His prayers were answered when Archer dropped his pants. He drank in the sight of Archer's already thick calves thickening to tree trunks, pulsating veins throbbing against his bronzed flesh. White fur covered those veins mostly, leaving only the biggest and most tasteful to be seen. That same fur ended about halfway up Archer's calf before turning into a chocolate brown. It still crawled up with taunting slowness up Archer's calves, covering his knees and then joining the change as his quads ballooned out, becoming like boulder of rock-hard muscle.

Archer let out a loud groan as his thick hands gripped his balls where the change began creeping into. Rayne watched hungrily as the first testicle grew and grew with each fondle, easily filling a normal man's hand. The other followed shortly after and then they were covered in more white fur than the rest of his legs. Archer's hands migrated over to his cock which became covered in the same white fur. His uncut prick stood perfectly erect and a flab of skin bound it towards his belly. When the last inch of his cock became covered in the fur, to form a fuzzy sheath, a bright, pink tip began poking out of the edge. In utter awe, all Rayne could do was reach out and seize that enormous fourteen inch prick in his hands. It took both hands to run wrap his fingers around it and with each stroke, he coaxed more and more of the canine rocket out of its hiding spot. Thick wads of precum were dripping out of the tip, lathering the floor in Archer's musky precum. A pool was forming beneath him. When it fully came out, Rayne vaulted over the counter to the chuckle of Knight and wrapped his lips around pointed tip.

"Woof!" Archer gasped, his cry becoming more bestial by the moment."Woof! Woof! Woof!"

The fur spreading up Archer's body became divided into two. Chocolate brown seeped up his sides and back. Creamy white shot up his abdomen, forming a diamond-like crest on his chest while the rest was that perfect, gentle brown. Even with the fur, every outline of his muscles was visible and it was all Rayne could do not to lose his load there and then. He strained his neck looking up at Archer's handsome features as the man he loved turned into a sexy, canine beast. Archer's already large arms inflated, biceps becoming larger than Rayne's head. With triceps added, they were simply monstrous. Not even the short white fur that covered his forearms could hide the veiny network across the muscles.

To top it all off, Archer's ears lengthened, losing all the curves and contours of a human to become long and floppy, covered in the same brown fur as most of his body. As those ears moved to the top of his head, Archer's features stretched forward. The young man closed his eyes in purse pleasure, tongue hanging out in deep pants between woofs. A square, canine muzzle too shape, black fur covering most of it.

"Woof!" came the deep, resounding cry from the boxer, his tail wagging happily.

Rayne was barely paying attention as he eagerly drank the precum pouring out of Archer's cock. He barely noticed the enormous wolf that Knight had become move behind him, huge inch cock angled straight for Rayne's ass.

"Do you mind?" grunted the towering, canine faculty supervisor.

"Woof!" Archer responded. "Let's switch, brah!"

Knight chuckled. Archer moved away from Rayne who desperately tried to keep his lips around the boxer's cock. But when his eyes spied the huge nine foot lupine god that was Brock Knight, his cock squirted in joy.

"Woof!" exclaimed the eager pup.

"You bet," grinned Knight, his fangs flashing. There was no way Rayne could take that monster of a cock as he was now but that was no reason for Rayne not to worship the epitome of canine masculinity. Rayne pulled the thick, throbbing member towards him, licking every inch of it while feeling the monster that was Knight quiver under his grip. Precum poured out of the tip in greater volumes than Archer, drenching Rayne entirely. It was like taking a shower complete with luke warm water.

Then he felt Archer's paws seized his pants and tear them off. Moments later, a cock pushed up against his virgin hole.

"Woof!" he grunted. "Come on, bro. Fuck me! Woof! I want it so bad! Woof! Woof! Woof!" He let out one more, loud, long woof as the tip of Archer's cock pushed into him.

That moment of intimate contact triggered the last of Rayne's changes as a human. The dual sensations of Knight's cock in front of him and Archer's in his ass send two big, blasts of pure pleasure shooting from opposite directions, colliding at the centre where they pushed his spine and body out to the 6'11'' height that he shared with all the other frat boys. Huge waves of heat and pleasure rocked his body as Archer pushed that canine cock deep into him in rough but affectionate thrusts. Every move shoved a fresh blast of strength through Rayne's muscles, building already firm muscles into works of iron and crafting his torso into an image of the gods.

A solid eight pack formed across his abdomen while his bronzed skin lost all imperfections, becoming smooth and firm. Strength filled his butt cheeks, firming them up and causing Archer to groan loudly as they squeezed his cock. His quads twitched momentarily as they stretched and grew with promises of more the instant he became a full member of the fraternity, something he eagerly anticipated and craved.

The thick silver chain necklace suddenly grew taut as it wrapped around his neck like a chain choker. The changes in his upper body continued with the growth in his arms and hands. His fingers stretched and thickened, making them big enough to grip Knight's gargantuan cock without difficulty, still nowhere near ready to wrap them around in one palm but more than enough to send waves of pleasure rippled from the giant wolf.

He was suddenly yanked back a little as Archer shoved the last inch of his cock deep into him; only his knot remained. He felt and lusted for the hot boxer to tie with him, mate him. Not to leave his mate unsatisfied, Archer wrapped one big, furry paw around Rayne's cock, the warm, gentle touch almost sending Rayne over the edge. Each thrust from the boxer sent a fresh new blast of precum exploding from Rayne's dick, each one thicker than the last just like Knight's own.

"Fuck, boys!" growled Knight. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Just... hold on... a sec..." grunted Archer. "Fuuuuuuuuck!"

He gave one final thrust and his knot popped deep into Rayne's ass.

"WOOF!" Rayne roared. His cock erupted, hot seed shooting out of the tip and splashing Knight's massive legs. The first blast pushed his cock to eleven inches. The second send it to twelve and the third gave it an intimidating thirteen. The fourth gave him the fourteen inches that would deem him blessed by Priapus, one of the patron gods of the fraternity.

At the same time, even as he shot a fifth and sixth load that turned Knight's legs white, Archer filled his ass with his seed. The boxer let out one last _woof_as his cock poured his essence into his mate, that one act making them closer than any frat brother in any other fraternity could ever have.

Memories were shared and truths exposed.

Rayne's scent.

His laugh when he cut loose and partied.

His smile when he was truly happy.

All and more contribute to Archer deciding that they were meant to be mates.

A howl shook the entire room as Knight's own cock erupted with his seed. A venerable fire hose, cum shot from the pointed tip. The seemingly endless stream splashed up against the ceiling before ending just for a brief second before a second, third and fourth blast rained cum all over three men. It took a whole two minutes for the last drop to fall on them.

Rayne, already soaked in manly juices, collapsed against the counter, cradling Knight's cock for support. The big wolf held him affectionately, the father he never had. Then, Archer flopped forward, his massive frame catching the rest of Rayne's body and holding them tightly against the counter. Through the weariness of orgasm, Rayne managed to guide his lips to Archer's.

That final touch brought upon the finishing touches to his change.

The short, preteen haircut he had received just a week again faded, every strand of black hair lengthening and tumbling past his shoulders in a silky smooth, manly wave. Pulled back in a ponytail, he would've cut quite the figure.

Archer broke the kiss just by an inch, running his paws through Rayne's newly acquired hair with a smile.

"Toldya ya'd look great with longer hair."

******

Active

Rayne Izuma let out a relieved sigh as he pushed the large, arcade game box into the corner of the room. He straightened and dusted off his big hands theatrically. He flung back his ponytail just for extra drama.

"There ya go, AJ! Somethin' ta remember me by! Woof!"

Aubrey stood a few short feet away, smiling with sadness in his eyes as Rayne, in only a pair of gym shorts and a white tank top despite the cold, turned to him. "You really didn't have to..." he began.

"Nah bro," Rayne said with a dismissive way. "I'm leavin' ya with all the rent. Least I could do. Woof!"

"Another guy joins the Knots," sighed Aubrey with a shake of his head. "Should've expected it..."

Marching over to the Brit, he caught Aubrey in a headlock and laughed playfully. "Hey now, offer's still on the table to join, brah! We're open for memberships all year!" He let Aubrey go who held his nose and made a gesture like he was fanning a stench from his nostrils. "Aw, sorry dude. Just came back from the gym when this thing arrived."

"I can tell," Aubrey chuckled. He glanced back at the arcade game box. "So you guys reconstruct old games?"

"Yeah. Part of my Digital Art course. First year project and stuff. We needta make room fer the new stuff and the old ones either get trashed or sent off to charity or sumthin'. The frat house is too full. So I figured, why not give ya one, right?" He winked at Aubrey and elbowed him lightly. "Might give ya and Gunther sum other 'joystick' to play with."

Aubrey turned bright red. "He's moving in with my but that doesn't mean -"

"Yeah it does!" laughed Rayne. "Anyway, see ya later dude! Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"Bye."

Rayne eagerly marched down the steps of his former dorm room, chanting _woof_all the way down until he emerged into the cool, afternoon air. He took a deep breath, smelling the crisp fall scents in the air. He grinned broadly, feeling so free, a feeling he was thoroughly enjoying since becoming a full member of the Kappa Nu Taus.

With a spring in his step, he jogged into the Frat Lands. It was once again a Saturday and that meant there would be one hell of a party that evening. And if he lived for anything apart from the frat, it was parties_._ They called him the party animal. He had parties at the coffee shop every Friday, parties with the frat on Saturdays and if nothing was on the following Monday, he'd organise another party on Sunday.

He loved it all.

And that boast from Ken about Teddy doing his rounds in the frat in a week? Totally doable.

His cock stirred in his shorts at the thought of what tonight will bring and by the time he reached the frat house, he was already at full mast and leaking. The rest of his brothers were out doing their bits of organising the party but they all caught his scent and the arousal that came with it. A burly figure caught his attention from in the gym and he grinned as moved through the house and straight into the workout facilities.

Ken was doing bench presses, easily hefting two hundred and fifty pounds with ease. His spotter was none other than Rayne's mate, Archer. Both boys looked up when Rayne stepped in. No one liked having air filters on in the gym. It got rid of all the scents of manly men in the air and everyone in the frat just loved that too much to let it go.

Rayne bounded over to the two and unceremoniously sat down on Ken's chest, making the big man let out a loud 'oof'.

"Hey there handsome," Rayne said to Archer. "Big party tonight. Gonna be awesome, bro! Woof!"

"Woof!" answered Archer. "But it's your first open campus party, dude. No changin'."

Rayne new that. Yes, Dionysus made sure that no one grew angry within the confines of the fraternity and remained in bliss but that didn't alter their memories. If anyone outside of the frat saw the members change, it would be disastrous. There was a long lecture about that from Knight. Followed by some serious fucking.

"Yeah, I know." He grinned as he leaned on the bar. Ken's eyes boggled as Rayne's weight was added to the bar. Archer had to reach down to keep Ken from collapsing. "So I was thinkin' get it out of our system." He winked at his mate. "Whatcha say, babe?"

Archer gave him his cute half-smile. "I say since yer crushin' Ken beneath yer leakin' cock, you owe him a serious fuck too."

Grinning, Rayne glanced down at Ken who was turning red from exertion. "Whatcha say, Ken? Party in my room?"

"Woof!" Ken barely managed to grunt.

"Woof!" Rayne responded and finally got off Ken. He always knew how to get his way with people. It's why he managed to extend their party limit from every Saturday to Sundays conditionally. He swaggered out of the gym while Ken and Rayne laughed and followed him.

He vaulted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Knight was just emerging from his room with a mug of coffee in his big hands. The faculty supervisor gave him a little toast and Rayne grinned back. When Ken and Rayne joined him, Knight rolled his eyes and turned to head towards the sun room.

Still leaning the way, Rayne headed to the rooms just above the kitchen and game room. A long hallway filled with single rooms met them. At the very end was Archer's room and right beside it was Rayne's. Not that either of them really spent that much time in their allocated bedrooms.

Rayne entered his room, taking in the sights of various videogame posters showing big, buff guys against sweeping landscapes. Beautiful digitally painted artworks all crafted by his hand were mounted on the walls as well. Memories given willingly from other frat members made him feel like he had actually been to the Grand Canyon or Victoria Falls. It gave his paintings extra life and all his professors praised him for it.

Strong hands suddenly seized his waist and yanked him off his feet. He laughed and flailed playfully as he was carried to his bed and thrown down. Archer flopped down to his right while Ken lay down on his left, his arms wrapped around the two men he cared for most in the whole frat.

"Woof! I'm horny!" he declared.

Ken grinned brightly and reached down, slipping his hand beneath Rayne's shorts and seizing his cock. "Been too long since I had this fucking cock in me!"

"We just fucked yesterday! Woof!"

Ken pressed their lips together, his passion and lust sending the other two boys into a frenzy. "Like I said. Too long."

Rayne wrapped his leg around Ken's thick thighs, pressing his hard, muscular body against the man's, their lips dancing and tongue lathering one another. Behind him, Archer wrapped his thing arms around them both, pulling them together in a passionate embrace while his teeth nipped at Rayne's neck.

The presence of the two men drove Rayne wild and he eagerly let dropped his restraints. His body quivered and shook, starting from his feet. He started to kick off his shoes and were eagerly helped by his mate and Ken. In turn, he helped knock away their shoes and socks. His toes intertwined with Ken's as they thickened and leathery pads began springing out from the soles of his feet. Sharp claws jutted from the tips of his toes, replacing his nails. Light brown fur began spreading from his shifting feet. The touch of the other two male's furry legs against his own urged his transformation, pushing his calves to become bigger and bigger.

A growl rippled from his throat as he quickly pulled himself away from Ken and threw the man onto the bed. Ken moaned loudly as Rayne shuffled to Ken's ass. He eagerly pulled Ken's pants off and pent down, giving the place where Ken's tail would spring up a little lick. Archer's own hands seized the rim of his shorts, their fingers thickened and growing claws by the second. He almost tore through the fabric in his eagerness to tear them off. Archer's developing muzzle pressed up against his neck, bringing the change there.

Rayne moaned loudly as his massive sixteen inch cock thwacked_loudly against Ken's ass. Precum poured from the tip, lubricating his path. He angled his dick towards its goal. The moment it touched down on the hot pucker, he let out a loud _woof. Almost at the same time, Archer's cock pushed up against his own ass, sending anticipation and joy throughout his entire body.

"Woof!" Ken grunted, black and white fur creeping all over his body. "Woof! Woof!"

"Woof!" echoed Rayne, his chest pushing out and giving the cry deeper resonance. His thick pecs, his pride and joy, shot forward, straining against his flesh even as they became covered in a thick undercoat of white fur shortly followed his true coat of light brown. The thick fur populated his shoulders and a large portion of his chest, forming an almost triangular crest that began from his collar bone and angled down towards the start of his succulent eight pack. That left shorter white-brown fur to all over his abdominals and the rest of his pectorals, his nipples fully visible through them.

Seeing his target, Ken rolled momentarily pulled himself off Rayne's huge cock and rolled onto his back. In that brief instant, his feet brushed by Rayne's nose. The newest member of KNT grabbed the fleeting paw, pushing it against his face and taking in Ken's scent. His tongue brushed against Ken's leathery pads, making the husky beneath him moan. The demand from great senses grew and with it, Rayne's features pushed forward. His teeth began the fangs of a canine and his tongue eagerly grew to cover more and more of Ken's big feet. He slipped his long, flat tongue between each of Ken's toes. His nose blackened, becoming leathery and sitting at the top of his long, slim nose. He took one last whiff of Ken's scent before letting the foot go and looking at the transforming husky beneath him. Everything from Ken's lower body - cock included - and below was full on canine and as the seconds ticked by, he shifted more and more into his bestial form.

Archer nipped at his ear, his muzzle having fully come in. That little gesture drove Rayne's ears to pull back to the top of his head, growing pointed. Quickly, the fur that spread all over his body covered the appendage. Archer had to pull back Rayne's long, black hair even as it was held in a ponytail just to sink his fangs into Rayne's shoulder, the loving mating bite that they both enjoyed. That light contact of the boxer's fangs on his shoulder sent fire throughout his entire body, pumping muscles into his arms and pushing their forms into sizes unfathomable for humans. He lifted his left arm to cradle Archer's neck and the boxer diligently lapped at his thick, bulging bicep in appreciation.

To reward his mate, Archer thrust his thick, pulsating canine cock into Rayne. Fur spread all over Rayne's ass, softening the blow somewhat but eagerly soaking every drip of precum that Archer sprayed at him every time he pulled out. In the brief moments when Archer's body was not pushed against Rayne's, a flesh numb began wiggling its way out from the base of Rayne's spine. Inch by inch, the fluffy tail of a Japanese Akita came into fruition.

"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!" Rayne cried, his tongue hanging out lustfully. Even with his head back and his eyes barely focused, he was able to guide his newly formed paws to pulling Ken against him and his cock to sink deep into Ken's waiting ass. With every thrust from Archer, his own cock pushed deeper and deeper into Ken, the flesh turning bright right just like his mate's and his furry sack eagerly building its reserves for the inevitable explosion of cum.

"Woof! Woof!" Archer bellowed into his ear. "Fuuuuuuuck! Woof!"

Ken's strong legs wrapped around them both, restricting Archer's wild thrusts into short, powerful jabs that drove them closer and closer to the edge. Showing surprising dexterity, Ken sat up, even while being penetrated by Rayne's cock. His lips found Rayne's nipples while his paws stroked what could only be considered the Akita's chest fur.

"Wooooof!" Rayne roared, his own thrusts increasing in pace. He felt Ken's cock slapping against his chest, their hard abdominals compressing the member while it drooled precum into their fur. His own manly fluids began dripping onto the mattress beneath them and he could feel Archer's own drooling down his legs.

His knot quickly began to form from the stimulation especially when Ken pulled his lips away from his nipple and gave them a firm squeeze.

"Ooooooh... Woof!"

Ken rose up to the same level as Archer, his hot breath sweeping down Rayne's neck. His lust mounting and the limits of his resistance quickly being met, Rayne could only sit and watch as the two men made out passionately, with him between them.

"Woooooof! WOOOOOF! WOOOOOOF!" he growled.

Muffled woofs came from both Ken and Archer. From the way Archer's brow was starting knit together, he knew his mate was coming close. Archer's thrusts were growing increasing desperate, his knot slamming hard into Rayne's ass, eager of entrance. Rayne was no longer really thrusting of his own accord as Archer's strong pumping pushed him deeper and deeper into Ken until -

Pop!

"Oh! WOOF!" Ken cried, pulling his head back, eyes rolled into his head in pleasure. He bit his lower lip, both he and Rayne just riding Archer's maddened thrusts.

Archer's fangs found Rayne's shoulders again and then with one, final, powerful thrust -

Pop!

He pushed himself into Rayne.

_"WOOF!"_Archer roared and his body instantly tensed. Hot seed exploded from the tip of his cock and poured straight into Rayne. A sense of euphoria hit Rayne, the sensation still as amazing as the first time it had happened. Memories of the past few hours since the last time he and Archer had mated flooded his mind, filling him with the raw, unbridled love that Archer felt for him.

Then his own orgasm hit and that euphoria was double in pleasure.

He grit his fangs in complete bliss..

"WOOF!"

His cock erupted into Ken with such force that the husky had to arch his back. For a moment, Rayne thought cum would start shooting out of Ken's open muzzle. The way his body shook, it looked like he was being electrocuted with pure, unrestricted pleasure. His strong arms pulled all three of them into a deep embrace, the three shaking boys collapsing into the bed as their cocks shot load after load after load into one another.

The chain reaction of orgasmic pleasure, affection, brotherhood and ecstasy only doubled in potency as it passed from one Knot to the other.

Ken took the brunt of all of it, his orgasm so powerful that the cum that exploded from his cock shot at Rayne's headboard and splattered both he and Rayne. With his mate between him, Archer only got a few splashes but it was still felt especially as the mattress quickly became soaked.

At Ken's tenth's and last spasm, all three boys collapsed in the soaked sheets, their eyes growing heavy.

"Woof..." Rayne murmured softly.

"Woof..." answered Archer.

"... woof..." sighed Ken contently.