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[b][u][center]An Uninformed Pledge[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Part 1[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For DariusWhitefur[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

College had never seemed like it was going to happen until Joe graduated from high school, and then, suddenly, he had to make a decision. He could go to community college, hoping that it would be enough to keep him moving forward in the rest of his life to come afterward, or he could put out some applications for the better schools around, see if there was a scholarship that might be available, and join some of his friends.

Considering that his few friends were putting out those same letters, he followed their lead. He had never been great at making friends, and the last thing he wanted was to be forced to go through that process all over again.

Eventually, he’d gotten a letter back, not from a college, but from a fraternity that was part of the college. It was called Omega Alpha, and it had not come up on any of the regular searches that he had done before sending the letters out. However, they not only offered a full ride for his time at Mardell University, but they offered him entrance into the frat, as well. Considering that it was the only offer that had even partially come through, there was little choice for Joe but to take it.

A day after he sent the email accepting their contract and offer, he got a payment of $50,000 into his bank account, and shortly afterward, he was enrolled for the next quarter. And so, the next chapter of his life was about to begin.

#

“Hey, Gorland!”

Joe turned, looking over his shoulder at the men in letter jackets waving at him. He rubbed the back of his head, trying and failing to shrink in on himself. For all that he wasn’t great at social interactions, his tall build made it very hard for him to hide when people were talking to him.

“Uh, hey guys.”

He tried to gesture that he was late for class, but the two bigger, stockier guys – football players, the both of them – took up positions on either side of him. He had little choice but to be herded around by them as they walked down the college paths.

“So, you got anything going on tonight?” one of them, a black-haired guy with a goatee, asked. “Levi’s been wondering when you’re finally gonna come around and give the oaths.”

“Yeah, um, working on that,” Joe said, shaking his head. “Just getting the time with homework and all that.”

“You know, the frat’s starting to think that you’re gonna bail on us,” the other guy, a red-head with a braid in the back, said. “You aren’t thinking of cutting and running, are ya?”

“With 50k hanging over my head? No way in hell.”

And that was the truth, though he had been ignoring them for a while, as well. The fact that they were this pushy about getting him to be part of the fraternity in the first place had weirded him out more than a little bit, but the fact that he was still getting pushed now…

It was supposed to be easy. Get to the school, start coming up with excuses so that he didn’t have to join the frat – he didn’t want to be around drunks and parties all the time – and then see about getting good enough grades so that they didn’t push him on it. They would be able to claim that he was part of the group, get the advantages of an egg-head in the group, and then they’d leave him alone.

That had been the plan, but the plan…well, it had gone off the rails. Hard.

The two jocks chuckled to themselves as they continued to lead him around, taking him away from his class. He tried to wiggle out from between them, but again, they stopped him.

“Look, Gorland,” Black-Hair said. “You want to get ahead here? You want to make sure that Levi’s happy with you.”

“Don’t want him going to the Dean, saying that you’re not being a good student, right?”

“I’m a great student.”

“Yeah, but you’re piss bad at paying your debts.”

“You came here looking to get a good education, but remember, it’s all down to Omega Alpha that you’re here in the first place. We’re paying for your classes, so if you want to make sure you can keep taking them…”

Red-Hair’s threat was clear as day, and he groaned under his breath as he tried not to strangle the air. He’d always known that it was a bit too easy, but…

Well, he had to go for it. He had to hope for the best, and see if there was a way out of this. Maybe he could find a way to start paying off the loan, or at least paying off the next few semesters without another loan from the frat.

“I’ll come around tonight, okay?”

“Great. We’ll tell Levi to be ready.”

“And, uh, make sure that you come alone. No friends, you got that? This is Omega Alpha business. No outsiders.”

Joe nodded, and the big guys left him alone, walking off towards the food hall. He shook his head, turning around and heading back to class. The last thing he needed was to be late. He was already pushing his luck as it was.

Despite himself, he was rather curious about what he was going to find when he finally arrived at the frat house. Omega Alpha had quite the reputation on campus, more of a reputation than he had expected for something that had never come up on the internet searches. Most of the guys there were wealthy, very well-off compared to the rest of the students, and this Levi guy – Levi Blackthorn – was one of the wealthiest of them all. He had been part of the frat for years, according to what the other students said, almost like he was an institution, and he seemed to run it as if it was his own personal club.

Joe didn’t know what to think about that. He’d seen Levi a few times around campus, and the almost too-white man was constantly showing off his money. Whether it was a perfect tan to make himself look a bit less absurdly pale, or whether it was the well-tailored clothes that he wore to distinguish himself from the common crowd, or the hairstyles that were always too perfect to be as casual as they were supposed to look, he was always showing off his money.

They’d never exchanged words, but they had shared looks, and he’d never felt like there was anything good there. He just hoped he was wrong.

[i]Well, tonight’s the night, then…here’s hoping I’m just overthinking it…[/i]

#

Joe stood outside of Omega Alpha’s frat house. It was the first building in the great spiral that led out from the classrooms that were at the center of the college grounds, and stood three stories tall. Most of the windows were glowing with light from inside, and it was surprisingly quiet for a fraternity. There were no drunk students hanging over the porch, nor were there any shadows of people fucking inside.

It was a contrast to some of the others that were further out, where there were plenty of parties running, and where he winced to look into the windows, knowing that he’d be more than a little embarrassed by what he saw.

[i]Maybe it won’t be so bad…[/i]

He’d dressed up a bit to try and match Levi. Though he wasn’t from the same sort of background, he’d gotten a decent-enough sort of suit, one that was a deep, if faded blue, and had come with some formal shoes with it. His naturally-tanned skin – a small mark of his Latino heritage – didn’t quite fit in the same way as it might have done with a Caucasian, but he did his best to make it look natural.

He tried to smooth back his hair a bit, rubbing his own goatee until it lay smooth on his chin. Even now, as dressed up as he could be, he felt completely out of place. He had no idea how he could change that, how it could be better, but he hoped that it’d be enough to keep them from getting angry at him. He’d had enough pushiness and humiliation for one day.

As he walked up to the front door, Black-Hair from earlier opened it up. He was dressed in a rather immaculate suit this time, rather than the letter jacket from earlier, leaving Joe feeling even worse about his own attire.

“Um…I’m guessing it’s formal-wear night?” he tried to say with a smile.

“Course. That’s what Omega Alpha dresses like all the time. You’d know that if you’d had come by before.”

“Yeah…I guess…”

“Come on. You fit.”

The unspoken [i]‘barely’[/i] might as well have been shouted. He flinched slightly and walked up the steps, passing by the doorman and looking inside.

Rather than the party that was going on in all the other houses, this one was kept dim, the walls barely lit with candles, the flickering that he’d seen from outside suddenly explained. There was a single chair in the middle of the room, and it was surrounded with candles, too. Gathered around the chair were other men in suits, most of them with ties, and all of them with a red mask around their eyes and nose.

“What’s going on?” Joe asked. “I don’t…I don’t understand…”

And more than that, he was starting to freak out a little bit. This was looking less like a frat and more like a cult, and he wasn’t sure that he could take something like that. He started to turn, only for the door to shut behind him.

Black-Hair gently pushed him back, nudging him towards the rest of the group. Joe didn’t have much choice in the matter; there was more muscle in the big guy behind him than there would have been in three of him.

Despite the masks, there was no missing Levi. The big man in the frat was also the tallest man in the room, looming over the others with an austere air, somehow managing to look down on everyone without even trying. He nodded at the chair, and Joe slowly sat down. As soon as he was seated, Levi moved to stand in front of him.

“Tonight, you will take the oaths of Omega Alpha. Do you understand?”

“I…I think so…”

“We are a fraternity of true brothers. All of us have passed through trials and tribulations, but the rewards are many. With the exception of myself, all that have passed through our doors started with nothing, but now? There is not one person here who is not worth at least a hundred grand, and making more by the day. There is not one person here lacking in confidence to take control of their life and any situation they face. Should you take the oaths and pass through the same trials, you will be given the same confidence, the same money, the same power.

“Do you accept this?”

It would have sounded like another loan if it hadn’t been hidden behind the task of a ‘trial’. He didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing; he knew that there were plenty of frats out there that hazed the new guys, pushing them to be better, to give up things, to humiliate themselves for the sake of the group. He had been hoping to avoid that, but…

Well, looking around, he could tell that he didn’t have a lot of choice. As soon as he’d walked through the doors, he’d put himself in their hands, and the hands of the frat were not going to let him go.

“I guess.”

“Then speak after me.”

Levi cleared his throat, holding out his hands. The rest of the frat started milling about, some of them pulling out more of the red cloth, some moving behind him. Joe struggled not to scream when one of them gently pulled his arms down, starting to tie him to the chair. Levi began to speak.

“I, Joe, give myself to the fraternity of Omega Alpha. I give my word that I will follow the will of the fraternity, that I will listen to the words of my older brothers, and that I will do all that I can to bring honor and power to the name of Omega Alpha.”

It felt like he was swearing into something that wasn’t entirely normal, and he shivered as his head was pulled back a bit, a red band pulled around his head to bind it to the back of the chair. Another red stretch of cloth was lowered around his eyes, keeping him blind, making it impossible for him to see the world in front of him.

Yet, at the same time, he knew better than to keep quiet. They could make a lot of trouble for him, and he needed to get them off his back. Just one little promise, then it could move on.

“I…I, Joe, give myself to the fraternity of Omega Alpha. I give my word that I will follow the will of the fraternity, that I will listen to the words of my older brothers, and that I…I will do all that I can to bring honor and power to the name of Omega Alpha.”

“And now, we begin the ritual in earnest,” Levi said.

In earnest? What had they been doing up til that point?

No sooner had he asked the question in his mind than the room went cold. Joe gasped as he felt the air chill so far that his arms started prickling, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck and the hairs on his arms rising likewise. He curled his toes tight in his shoes, trying to look around.

[i]What…what’s going on? What happened?[/i]

The faint light that had been burning under the masking cloth disappeared, leaving nothing but the faint light of the moon from outside the frat house to illuminate things. For his blinded eyes, that was nothing. He could see nothing, and could only hear the occasional breath at his sides.

“Guys? Guys?”

He tried to get them to speak, tried to get their attention, but it was like the world had been frozen. Joe wiggled, trying to get his arms free, but they’d been tied down too well, and his head was locked against the back of the chair.

[i]Oh god, oh god…[/i]

Then, [i]something[/i] touched his face. It was warm, too warm, and he gasped as it seemed to crackle with fire as it came near his ear. A deep chuckle filled his ear, and he shook his head, trying to pull back. The hand slipped away, but the strange warmth against his cheek remained.

“Who’s there? Guys, come on, this isn’t funny! What’s going on?”

“Let the ritual…begin.”

It wasn’t Levi this time. It was someone else, the same one that chuckled, he imagined. And that didn’t make things better, did it?

Joe tried to squirm again, seeing if he could shove the chair off to the side, but no sooner had he started than someone grabbed him by the thighs. He gasped as he felt fingers digging into his legs, other arms running over his chest and along his side. He opened his mouth –

“MMMPH!”

Only to be gagged. What was going on? What the hell was happening?

No sooner had he been gagged than one pair of hands reached down to his pants, unzipping him and reaching inside. His cheeks turned as red as his blindfold, particularly as the chill in the air hadn’t done anything to induce, ahem, shrinkage.

“Not bad…not bad…”

He didn’t know which of them said it, but his cheeks burned regardless. Fingers teased him hard, and then held him still as –

“Mmmph!”

Someone’s mouth. It had to be a guy, but it still felt better than he expected. He shivered, his eyes closed tightly as he tried not to think about that, to ignore the feeling of something warm and wet around his cock. It was just warm enough to feel wrong, just hot enough to make it hard to care that it was wrong.

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t say anything against what was happening. All he could do was sit there, sit there and let one of the frat brothers blow him.

[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

His breath came harder and faster against the gag, and the ties kept him from squirming anymore. He couldn’t even thrust forward, much as he didn’t want to do that – at least, he didn’t think he wanted to do that – and thus could only sit there, waiting for the next bob of that mouth, and the next, and the next.

One after another, those soft head-bobs, those gentle sucks, made him harder and harder. He shivered, biting his gag, trying to spit it out but failing. He wanted to tell them to stop…or, he hoped he did.

The harder his cock got, the more that his shivers and whimpers turned to moans. He didn’t want them to, but there was something about that warm mouth, something about the tongue –

Oh, the tongue. He arched his back as much as he could against the back of the chair, whimpering and shivering in shame and arousal as it tickled just under the head of his cock, forcing him to drip more, forcing him harder. His shaft felt like it was fit to burst, his balls twitching, pulling up, then dropping.

And with every lick, he realized that there was something else happening, something…something –

Crick.

He grunted, feeling a sudden shift down there. It was like a joint popping, yet it happened right in his groin. How?

Crack-crick-POP!

“NNNGH!”

Joe huffed for breath through the gag and his nose, his eyes going wide under the mask. Something was…something was happening to his cock, making it throb, making it twitch and –

CRACK!

“NNNNNNNNGH!”

Grow. It was growing, he realized, growing and shifting and warping. Even when the mouth wasn’t moving, he could feel his cock head moving further down the other guy’s throat. Worse, it didn’t feel the same, almost like there was a pinch going on at the head of the shaft, and like there was a –

He bumped his head back against the top of the chair, groaning and grunting as it felt like someone had shoved balloons into the sides of his cock. It was swelling up, getting stiffer, harder, and thicker. He curled his toes tighter in his shoes, throwing his head from side to side as the discomfort warred with the pleasure of the blowjob.

The pleasure was winning out, though, even as he felt what was happening to him. His cock was no longer human, he was sure of that much. There was too much different, too much changing even as he struggled to hold onto what he was.

[i]Nnngh…ah…ah…[/i]

He whimpered, his hips twitching despite the bindings, and that head kept bobbing. Each time it reached the bottom, he swore that it was pulling more of the humanity out of his dick, taking away more of what he was. Joe wanted to beg for them to stop, but it just kept going, just kept changing, just kept –

“He’s close.”

Levi. The mouth left his cock, and he wasn’t sure if he was furious about that or relieved. He squirmed, his cock twitching like mad, but there was nothing there to get him off.

Not at first, at least. Something pressed against the head of his cock suddenly, and he gasped as it went down the sides of his shaft. Soft latex, he realized, and knew that it was a condom. A condom that went all the way down to something big and bulging at the base.

Then the mouth returned, and it was just enough to push him over the edge.

He screamed against the gag, almost hopping off the chair as he fought against his bindings. The mouth clenched around the base of his cock, licking and nuzzling and sucking around that bulge. The head of his cock pulsed against the end of the condom, and he could feel his seed spurting out. Seed that was hotter than usual, cum that was thinner than he was used to, too, running down along his shaft and being trapped by the latex.

Groaning under his breath in a mix of frustration and relief, he tried to pull his hips back, but the throat kept squeezing around his cock tip, and that tongue kept flicking along the underside of his shaft. He groaned, whimpered, shivered.

“It’s done. Pull back.”

There was almost a hint of reluctance when the stranger on his shaft did as he was told. Joe just groaned as he felt the head leave, the condom still sticking to him. He wanted to see, and at the same time, he wanted to forget that this had ever happened.

Slowly, he felt someone start unwrapping his head, taking the decision away from him. Joe tried to keep his eyes closed, but curiosity took that choice from him, as well. As soon as the mask was off, he opened his eyes.

He’d once had a six-inch cock, nothing special, nothing bad. It had sufficed for his hand and the few selfies that he’d send out since turning 18. It had been a decent enough thing, with a little bit of pubic hair that made it look a bit shorter than it was, but now…

Now, it was the beginning of a dog cock.

[i]Impossible…that…that’s not possible…[/i]

Yet, there it was. The tip of his cock had been pinched, forming a sort of tapered head, and it bulged out a bit for the tip before narrowing again just under it. The rest of the shaft fattened slowly, moving down to the knot at the base, which seemed to be all that was holding the condom he’d been forced to wear on his cock. The tip of the condom was weighted down, containing what should have been six orgasms’ worth of seed, yet, it had only been filled with his.

The other men around him chuckled, and he looked up as Levi leaned over him. The pale man smiled for the first time in Joe’s memory, patting him on the shoulder.

“You did well. It seems that the magic takes to you better than the last person we tried it on.”

“Who…who was the last person?”

“I can’t truly remember. They didn’t work out, and they left.”

“…Left?”

“Left. I’ll let you figure out what that means. But take heart, Joe. You’re one of us. True, the lowest, but one of us…and if you can make it through this, until we can find another pledge, you will get all that you could ever wish for.”

All that he could ever…but he had a fucking dog cock! He looked down at himself again, watching as the knot was slowly going down, as the head was being dragged down by the forces of gravity. He tried to shake his head, tried to blink it away, but it just didn’t happen. It was still there, a bright red compared to the rest of his skin tones, and now that he looked, he could see the start of a sheath down there, too. Skin had started folding upwards, getting ready to pull a cock inside. Not enough to do it yet, but it had started, and fur had spread over his balls…which themselves were bigger-looking, too.

“This is…”

“This, Joe, is a secret,” Levi said, turning his back on him. “And if you dare to reveal this, we have a way of dealing with you.”

“What, bribed cops?” Joe asked.

“We have them, but our method is a bit more…direct.”

With a snap of his fingers, the head of the frat summoned something else. Something that brought warmth back into the room, and something that made the same chuckle as had filled his ears and sent a shiver down his spine while he’d been blindfolded.

A red-skinned demon – for there was no way that someone built like that was a normal person – lifted himself out of a portal in the floor. He was taller than any of the others, save for Levi, and he had black horns on his head that supported a burning halo. Not a bright, angelic halo, but a corrupted circlet that cast giggling shadows upon the wall from their flames. Joe stared at him, his eyes drawn down the other man’s frame.

What chance that the stranger was just painted and using some sort of visual effects faded as Joe saw the demon’s cock. It was eleven inches long, and it was some sort of mix between a human shaft and a horse shaft, with a flared tip and a ring in the middle, but with no sheath to hold it up. The balls, likewise, were big and heavy, hanging down in a leathery sac.

The demon swirled his fingers through the air, and a cigar took shape between them, one that burst into flame at the tip before he started sucking on it.

“Well, now…good to see that he survived.” The demon chuckled. “I’ll be watching you, boy…watching you closely. You try anything funny…well, let’s just say that I’ll enjoy what I’m allowed to do to you…”

Joe whimpered.

“That’s good. You know enough to be afraid. I like you…you’ll do good here.”

“That’s enough, Frank,” Levi muttered.

“Heh, enough? What, you’re not going to have me tuck him in?”

“…Okay, you should probably do that, but come right back afterward. No funny business.”

“Spoilsport.”

Joe opened his mouth, but the demon breathed a cloud of smoke in his face. No sooner had he breathed in than he was out cold.

#

He woke up in his own bed, and as he looked out the window of his apartment, he could tell that it was about an hour before sunrise. The sky had that weird mixture of blues and grays that were slowly bleeding off into the pinks and oranges of the buried sun, and that meant that he would need to get up and start getting ready for school soon.

As Joe rolled onto his side, he winced as a sudden burst of hyper-stimulation grabbed his attention. Remembering the ‘ritual’ that he had hoped was just a dream, he grabbed the edge of his sheet and slowly lifted it.

There, hanging down from his crotch the way that his old cock had, was the dog dick that he’d been given. It was soft, something that most canine cocks would never be due to biology – something that he’d learned from the weird google searches of his teenage years – but that had to mean that there was still some humanity down there, right?

[i]Or you just hope that’s the case, because, face it, you have no idea how magic works…[/i]

He shook his head, hoping he could just put the blanket back down, but now that he was aware of his cock –

“Mmmph…”

Joe rolled onto his back, feeling his cock already starting to rise. He could feel it sliding against the soft sheets, almost grinding on them as it started pushing its way towards erection. He glared at the ceiling of his small bedroom, his hands clenching into fists, his mouth twisting into a grimace as it started to throb and swell and beg for attention. It was already half-hard, and he could feel it starting to drip, drip into the sheets.

There was a thick scent of something musky, something hard, something horny, and he knew that it was all him. Joe groaned, rolling onto his side, but that only made him all the more conscious of the stiffness between his legs, of the way that it swelled and begged for him to grab it. It was almost like it was its own separate entity, now, more so than it had ever been.

His balls churned, and he could feel them, actually feel them filling up with seed. Was this how dogs felt, he wondered? Or was this just a curse from the demon?

The thought of running to the cops popped into his head, but the fact that magic was apparently real made him squelch that idea in its tracks. If this was really happening, if Levi and the rest of Omega Alpha had their own sort of magic – and they had to, if they were able to summon and control a demon – then there was no point in running. They’d be able to find out what he was doing almost immediately. They’d send Frank after him, and then he’d be back to square one, if not worse.

His hand twitched towards the tent in the blanket, and he grabbed it, forcing it back down against the bed. No. He needed to focus, not get off. He needed to keep his head on straight and not fuck himself over.

[i]But…but…[/i]

His cock throbbed needily, and he rolled over again, this time laying on his stomach so that it couldn’t be reached. Unfortunately, that had its own problems, and soon, he was hunching his hips, humping his bed like some dog with a mating itch.

[i]Nnngh…[/i]

Getting the feeling that his new body part wasn’t going to let him get a lot of sleep, the naked Joe slid out of bed and made his way to the shower. If nothing else, he could get rid of the dog smell.

#

The morning went quickly, though not as quickly as the sleepy student wished that it would. His eyes stung from a lack of sleep, and he felt completely on-edge. He didn’t know what was going on with him, how long it was going to last, and worse, just how far it was going to go. The fact that he had a dog dick in his pants was bad enough, but what if other parts started changing? What if he got a tail? What if his ears started running up the sides of his head? What if he started getting paws rather than feet?

Any and all of those could happen, and there was no telling just when it might occur. It might happen just with the wishes of the frat, but if it happened on its own –

“Oh, [i]there[/i] you are, Joe.”

And just like that, someone else joined him, nearly startling him out of his skin. He turned, looking at the desk behind him, and heaved a sigh of relief. It was just Marco.

Well, to be honest, there was no ‘just’ anything about Marco. He was always doing something extra, or just being extra, whether it was his clothes – a feather boa atop a fishnet top, today – or the way that he talked, using anything from a staged Shakespearean voice to a deep ghetto accent to…well, just about anything you could name, for that matter. It was rare to have him talking ‘normal,’ but for once, he seemed to be willing to keep it mildly flamboyant.

“I was looking [i]everywhere[/i] for you last night. I thought you were coming to the play.”

“Well, I was gonna, but something big kinda came up.”

“Bigger than moi?”

Seeing a guy that was half-Italian and half-African – and very masculinely so – pulling off such a camp gesture as clutching at one’s pearls would have been laughable if he wasn’t so used to it. Joe shook his head.

“Big, yeah. Like, getting me kicked out of college big.”

“Oh, now, what in the world have you been getting into? Not like you to be getting into trouble. That’s why we get along; I’m the naughty one, and you’re the nice one.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re just the gay one and I’m the straight one.”

“Are we stereotyping? Really?”

“Right, right. Sorry,” Joe said, shaking his head. “Just a bit distracted.”

Marco leaned in, cocking his head to the side. The rest of the class hadn’t showed up yet, probably because the History of South America wasn’t that interesting an elective, so they had some privacy.

“What’s up?”

“Just…you know, not something I can talk about.”

“Since when did you build a closet and hide in it?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it, hmmm?”

“It’s – gotta go!”

“Wait, what’s going – where are you going?” Marco shouted after him as Joe ran off.

“Bathroom!”

But not for that. He’d felt something else shifting, and he really, really, [i]really[/i] didn’t want to be in the classroom if it was what he thought it was. His hands were fine for now, but with the rougher flesh growing down there and the slight darkness that was already building up on his nails, how long would that be the case?

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]