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This story contains fictional depictions of bestiality.

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Chapter 2: (Mostly) SFW

Chapter 3: Pet play

Chapter 4: Bathing, M/M dog, M/M/M human

Chapter 5: M/M/M dog and humans

Ethan pushed open the door to room 621. The dorm room was cramped, still smelling of lemon-pine disinfectant, clinging to peeling linoleum and the recently-wiped surfaces of the two loft bed frames. Ethan struggled with his duffel bag, attempting to hoist it onto the top bunk. He hadn’t met his roommate yet, just a terse email confirming their mutual room assignment. He’d been anxious to learn who he’d be living with.

The door swung open, and a slim figure appeared in the doorway. Jake. He was not what Ethan had expected. Athletic, with a lean build that suggested hours spent in the gym, but surprisingly… delicate. Narrow shoulders, a tight stomach defined beneath a plain t-shirt, and the muscle definition in his arms was striking. He had a conventionally handsome face, but something was off about it. A blend of masculine features, with a surprising softness around his mouth and cheekbones. His skin had a warm, olive tone, and his dark hair was neatly styled. There was an almost… androgynous quality to his appearance, a subtle, exciting blurring of lines.

“Hey, you must be Ethan.” Jake smiled, extending a hand.

Ethan blinked. Damn, he thought, shame washing over him. He’d seen guys like Jake before… In the privacy of his bedroom, scrolling through lewd posts on social media. Why’d he have to be hot?! “

“Hi.” Ethan said, finally gathering the courage to meet his roommate’s handshake. “You’re Jake then?” He did his best to act natural.

“Yup!” Jake had a polite, amused smile on his face. “So, freshman, right?”

“Yeah,” Ethan replied, unable to maintain eye contact. “I just got into town today.”

“Oh?” Jake said. “Welcome to campus then. I’m a local. I’ve wanted to go to Dogwood University since they asked me where I wanted to go to college.” He chuckled to himself, amused at his own joke.

“That’s interesting…” Ethan thought aloud. “I mean… I came for the electrical engineering program, it has a good reputation, and I kinda wanted to get away from home.” he felt himself stammering, searching for a way to gracefully finish his turn in the conversation. “What are you studying?”

“Marketing,” Jake said dryly, “but I’m really here for the party scene.”

“Yeah?” Ethan smirked, intrigued by Jake’s seemingly care-free attitude. “Pretty remote school for that sort of thing isn’t it?”

“Not at all!” Jake ran a hand through his dark hair. “I’m joining Delta Psi Omega. They throw the craziest parties in the country, people come from all over just for the chance to get in. I’m trying to experience everything college has to offer, you know?” He seemed to pause, waiting for Ethan to share in his excitement. “You should think about joining too, it’s a great way to make connections.”

Ethan could use some connections, he thought. But it wasn’t just that. He wanted Jake to like him. To think he was cool, interesting. “Oh, yeah, Delta Psi,” he feigned a familiar tone. “I’ve heard about them… Crazy parties. Actually, I was thinking about joining too.” He mentally kicked himself. Ethan wasn’t interested in joining a frat, but the thought of getting to hang out with Jake was appealing.

“You were!?” Jake’s eyes lit up. “We should join up together! Oh, it would be so much fun!” His excitement was endearing, persuading Ethan to maintain his ruse – for now.

After unpacking and settling their things, the two roommates headed for the dining hall. Several tables advertised Greek life organizations, but one immediately stood out: Delta Psi Omega. A robust man stood behind the table, embodying every masculine trope. He was all dumb muscle and confident swagger. Beside him, a handsome doberman pincher sat perfectly still, wearing a blue “DU” collar. The dog’s intense gaze met Ethan’s, uncannily intelligent and perceptive.

Jake, visibly excited, approached the table. “Hi! Are you part of Delta Psi?” He grinned at the muscular man. “I hear your parties are legendary!”

The man, who introduced himself as Ben, gave a hearty laugh. “Legendary is one way to describe them. We have a lot of fun, that’s for sure.” He glanced at Ethan, a playful smirk on his face. “You guys thinking about pledging?”

Jake answered in the affirmative, stretching himself suggestively against the table. Ethan mumbled a polite greeting, averting his eyes. Ben continued, “We’re looking for fresh faces… if you think you have what it takes. It’s a good brotherhood. We’re real familiar.” He paused, stroking the doberman’s sleek coat. “You a dog person?” Ben asked Ethan directly, a seemingly innocent question.

“Sure, I like dogs.” Ethan said quietly, speaking up for the first time.

“Good.” Ben huffed. “We take good care of the animals around here, we’re all one brotherhood.” He subtly glanced down at the doberman, then back at Ethan, his eyes lingering for a moment too long.

Jake, oblivious, continued to pepper Ben with questions about the frat’s social life. Ben answered with vague descriptions of ‘late nights’ and ‘good times,’ his tone becoming increasingly suggestive. At one point he mentioned, “We’re pretty close-knit. You spend a lot of time cooped up together during the long winters here. You learn a lot about each other’s… needs.” Again, his hand drifted to the dog, scratching behind his ears.

Jake was still rambling on about becoming a pledge, his voice a pleasant murmur that did little to distract Ethan from Ben’s magnetic pull. The man’s charisma was overwhelming. He possesed a confidence that seemed impenetrable to Ethan.

He glanced at Jake, who was gesturing in his animated way, dark eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Ethan’s gaze lingered on the soft curve of Jake’s lips. He’d always been confused by guys like Jake – masculine in all the best ways and feminine in all the ways that counted. The way he moved, the way he talked, the way his clothes fit. He was too perfect. It wasn’t a conscious thought, more of an instinct, a longing for something forbidden. He saw Jake as pliable, soft, an ideal guy to mess around with. Ethan had spent countless nights fantasizing about guys like Jake, but being so close to one now filled him with paralyzing fear. Ethan wasn’t that guy. He was average, unremarkable. And straight… of course.

His gaze drifted back to Ben. Ben was the antithesis of Jake, everything Ethan wasn’t attracted to. A classic jock, all muscle and machismo. He radiated an unapologetic masculinity that was both charming and slightly obnoxious. He was the kind of guy Ethan had actively avoided his entire life. The kind who played sports, drank beer, and talked about… well, Ethan wasn’t sure what guys like Ben talked about, but it probably wasn’t very interesting.

He stole another glance at Jake, who was now laughing at something Ben had said. The sound tugged at something deep inside Ethan. He felt a flush creep up his neck. A part of him was angry, maybe even jealous. He wanted to make Jake laugh like that.

Ethan saw Ben’s hand touch Jake’s shoulder. Then, the image shifted. He imagined Ben lifting Jake onto his lap, his muscular arms wrapping around his waist, his face intense and possessive. He imagined Ben’s lips exploring Jake’s, tasting his skin, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of his neck. He imagined Jake’s dark eyes pleading, his body trembling. The thought was quickly followed by a wave of guilt and shame. What am I thinking? He berated himself, swimming in a mixture of jealousy and barely repressed arousal.

The doberman seemed to pick up on Ethan’s discomfort. The large dog, who had been sitting patiently at the table, suddenly rose, his dark eyes fixed on Ethan. He loudly sniffed the air with a probing curiosity that felt intensely personal. He nudged Ethan’s hand with his wet nose.

Ben chuckled. “He likes you. Rex is usually pretty reserved around people he doesn’t know. Or people he thinks he can’t trust.” He pat Rex on the back. “He’s a good judge of character.”

Ethan felt himself smiling. “He’s a beautiful dog.” He said, reaching out to tentatively stroke Rex’s short fur. The dog leaned into his touch, his weight settling against Ethan’s leg. But even as he pet him, Ethan couldn’t shake the feeling that Rex was trying to say something.

“Oh yeah,” Ben started again, “he’s a stud.” Rex’s ears perked up.

Jake rushed over to greet Rex. His enthusiasm for the frat seemed to extend to the dog. He got down on his knees to greet the beast, cupping the dog’s face in his hands and telling him how much of a handsome boy he was. Rex enjoyed the attention, his tail thumping loudly against the floor, his tongue wetting Jake’s lips.

“So,” Ben continued, breaking the silence, “what do you guys think? Interested in joining the frat? I think you would be a good fit. We’re having a rush event next week. You should come, meet the guys, see what it’s all about.” He raised an eyebrow, his lips reforming a playful smirk. “Unless you guys had something better to do…”

Jake interjected, “Sounds great! I’d love to go.” He turned to Ethan, his eyes sparkling. “You in, Ethan?”

Ethan hesitated, his eyes flitting between Jake’s eager face and Ben’s knowing smirk. He suddenly felt a strange sense of disorientation, as if he were standing on a cliff. He looked down at Rex, watching with unsettling intensity.

“Yeah,” Ethan finally said. “Sounds… like fun.” He couldn’t explain why, but he felt a compulsion to say yes, as if he were being drawn in against his better judgment.

Ben grinned. “Perfect. I’ll text you the details later. You’re going to have a great time.” He glanced at Jake, then back at Ethan, “Trust me.”

As they began to leave, Ethan couldn’t shake the feeling that he had agreed to more than he realized. The doberman, Rex, followed them with his eyes, watching intently as they walked away, as if he was planning what would happen next week.

Later that night, Ethan sat in his bed, ostensibly reviewing his syllabi. His gaze kept drifting downward. The lofted bunk gave him a great view of Jake’s lithe body moving through a series of push-ups on the floor. He forced his attention back to his laptop, scrolling through search results for Delta Psi Omega.

The frat’s official website was sparse, offering little more than a basic overview of their history and philanthropic activities. There was a page for Rex – turns out he actually was a stud – there were a couple other dogs too, all with exorbitant stud fees. It was all very typical stuff. But the unofficial sites, forum threads, blogs, and the social media rumor mill painted a wildly different picture.

“Delta Psi: The Frat We Don’t Talk About,” one headline in an old edition of the school paper read. A few forum posts detailed a string of alleged hazing incidents, while an old college blog was filled with unsubstantiated tales of wild parties held inside the fraternity house, the so called, Dogwood Manor.

The name evoked a sense of mystery and dark elegance. However, the “manor” was of only modest splendor. Ethan scrolled through pictures of the building, all of the exterior. It was a sizable, old Tudor revival house. Built in the 19th century by a local robber baron from back when mining was still the primary industry in town. Today, it was only remarkable for the speculation surrounding it. The building was steeped in lore and shrouded in rumor.

Across the web, people claimed anything and everything occurred at Dogwood Manor. One poster claimed he lost his virginity there, twice! Another wrote that she lost consciousness during a party and woke up hundreds of miles away, weeks later, with amnesia; and there were more typical stories; People claiming to have consumed improbable amounts of drugs and alcohol, finding themselves in unlikely sexual encounters.

As he continued reading, the claims became only more wild and unsubstantiated. People wrote of dark rituals, secret societies, drug smuggling, bestiality, you name it, and it was probably going down in that house. There was one common thread between them. People came to the house, got wasted, got laid, and told the tale larger each time – like a fishing story. There was an intriguing blend of exaggeration and plausibility that stirred Ethan’s interest.

“Hey Jake,” Ethan started, “what’s the local take on Dogwood Manor?”

“Dogwood Manor, huh?” Jake paused mid stretch, a smile spreading across his face. “Well, the first thing you should no is nobody around here calls it that. Otherwise, it was the biggest house on campus a long time ago…” he said in a playful, deflective tone. “What have you heard?”

“I heard it’s pretty wild.” Ethan waited for an indication that Jake would accept his answer. “Is it true what people say online?”

“That there are dark rituals and human sacrifices going on inside? No.” Jake paused, as if contemplating Ethan’s trustworthiness. “That people come from all over to get wasted and fuck like animals in that house? …Yes.”

Ethan blushed. He couldn’t tell if Jake was messing with him.

Jake continued, “Growing up, that place was taboo. Every kid in town knew you weren’t supposed to go near it. But that just made it all the more enticing, right?” He grinned, a flash of white teeth. “We’d sneak around the property all the time, me and my friends. Climb the fence, try to peek through the windows. You could always hear stuff coming from inside, especially on weekends and holidays. Music, yelling, moaning, sometimes… howling, I guess. And the smell… weed, booze, sex, it was something else…”

Jake shrugged. “We never went inside of course. Too scared. They make a real show of humiliating high schoolers who try to get in every year, and I don’t even want to know what they’d do if they caught you sneaking in!” He paused for dramatic effect. He laughed, shaking his head. “But honestly? I think people just like to exaggerate. It’s a small town, there’s not a lot to do and a little bit of scandal goes a long way. But that is a one of a kind party house. I can feel it.”

He looked directly at Ethan, a playful challenge. “That’s why I wanna join Delta Psi, man. I wanna find out what’s really going on in there. And, yeah, maybe have a little fun while I’m at it.” He winked. “So, what about you then? Aren’t you curious?”

The sun beat down on the freshly cut lawn of the Delta Psi house, Dogwood Manor. Ben, the broad shouldered senior Ethan and Jake met earlier, had a mischievous glint in his eyes. He clapped Ethan on the back. “Glad you could make it, boys! Welcome to the Jungle.”

Jake was already grinning ear to ear, accepting a red solo cup from a guy named Kyle, and another on Ethan’s behalf. He was chatting casually about the Dogwood University football team, effortlessly blending in with the easy banter. Ethan, however, felt like an outsider looking in. The easy camaraderie seemed… performative. He sipped the lukewarm liquid in his cup, desperate to occupy his hands with something.

“So,” Ben drawled, leaning closer, his voice low. “You boys serious about joining? It isn’t for everyone you know. Gotta figure out if you’re up to snuff.”

“Absolutely!” Jake said immediately, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “We are so in!”

Ethan hesitated for a moment, glancing at Jake’s eager face. “Yeah, we’re in…”

Ben’s grin widened, a predatory edge creeping into his handsome smile. “Good. Then let’s get you two acquainted with a little Delta Psi tradition.” He cracked his knuckles. “A rite of passage, if you will.” He gestured towards a path leading off the lawn. “We call it ‘The Walk in the Park.’ Nothing dangerous, just a little trust exercise. We’ve all done it.”

Ethan felt a knot of anxiety forming in his stomach. “What does that involve, exactly?”

“Oh, just a stroll,” Ben said dismissively. “So new pledges can demonstrate how humble they can be in the presence of their brothers.” He winked at Kyle, who let out a chuckle and walked off toward the house. “But you’ll need to be properly dressed for it.”

Kyle returned moments later with two blue, nylon dog collars – of the same sort Ethan had seen Rex wearing. A tacky “DU” charm jangled from each collar. “These are for identification and control, mostly,” Kyle said with a smirk, handing one to Ethan and one to Jake. “I’d get you a harness, but we don’t have any in your size.”

Confusion turned to apprehension as Ben began to speak, “If you’re going to pledge Delta Psi, there’s a couple of rules you should know about our rush process. First, and most importantly, you must always follow the order of a senior brother. If a brother tells you to do something, you do it.” Ben looked over Ethan, anticipating his questions. “This includes orders given politely or implied orders. That means you respond to ‘would you please,’ or, ‘if you could,’ as if you were given a direct instruction. You’ll get the hang of it pretty quick.”

Ben continued, “Second, discretion is paramount. What happens at the house, stays at the house. Period. No hinting, no bragging. This isn’t something to discuss with your girlfriend, boyfriend, family, anyone. You break this rule, you’re out.”

“Lastly,” Ben said, “respect the dogs.” This last rule caught Ethan off guard. “the dogs have more right to be in the brotherhood than either of you. They’re considered your seniors. We expect that you treat them with respect, or – more appropriately – reverence.” Ben paused. “Violate this rule, and you’re not just out of the frat, you’re an enemy of Delta Psi.”

Ethan gulped. Kyle leaned forward, “Follow these rules, and you might just find your place here. Break them, and you’ll wish you never walked on this lawn.” He finished.

Before long, Ben’s typical smile returned. “Welcome pledges!” He threw his arms up in a dramatic gesture. “Now, strip down to your boxers and put those collars on, boys.” He paused, his eyes sweeping over Ethan’s increasingly tense face. “Trust me. It’s all part of the fun.”

Jake, surprisingly, was already unbuttoning his pants. “No problem,” he said, his voice a little too eager. He stripped down without hesitation, revealing a neatly trimmed physique. One of the watching frat brothers raised his eyebrow and nodded in appreciation.

Ethan, however, froze. His heart hammered against his ribs as he looked at the expectant faces of his new brothers. He began to take off his shirt, unaccustomed to immodesty, and dreading the thought of walking around in public so exposed; he started, “wait, what exactly are we doing on this walk?”

Ben’s grin turned to a teasing sneer, the other brothers wore their amusement as plainly on their faces. “You’re just going to have to walk around on all fours a little bit… You get to show us your dedication, we get to show off Delta Psi’s new pledges.” He reached for Ethan’s belt. “Let’s get you comfortable, shall we?”

Ethan started to recoil, but Ben’s grip was firm. Kyle buckled a collar around Ethan’s neck, the nylon rubbing against his skin. His belt unlatched. “Don’t worry,” Ben said, his voice saccharine and reassuring. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your brothers will take good care of you.”

As Ethan’s pants slid down his hips, pooling at his ankles, he felt a wave of shame and a terrifying loss of control wash over him. Jake, already on his knees, was looking back at him with naked, unsettling excitement on his face. Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to block out the leering faces of the brothers. He stepped out of his clothes, exposed.

The nylon of the collar chafed against his delicate skin, an itchy reminder of his new status. He tried to lift his chin, to meet Ben’s gaze with something resembling courage, but his eyes were repelled, and his throat was too tight to speak; his bravery evaporated. Ethan’s gaze drifted over the other brothers, their lurid excitement was contagious, a strange, dark current pulling him away from the shores of sanity.

Ben’s command finally came, “down, Ethan,” spoken with authority.

He hesitated, a flicker of defiance. But the weight of expectation, the burning shame, and a disturbing, nascent arousal warred within him. His knees hit the dirt. He couldn’t bring himself to look up, fixating on the green grass, feeling it prickle against his skin.

The humiliation was almost unbearable, and they hadn’t even made it to the quad. A wave of heat rushed through him, reddening his skin. He hated himself for agreeing to this, even more so for finding it arousing; for his quickening pulse, for the shameful throbbing between his legs. He tried to reason with himself, to compartmentalize the forbidden sensations blossoming within him away from his core identity.

Then, a new sound broke through his thoughts – the rhythmic clicking of claws on the concrete sidewalk. He finally dared to raise his eyes.

Rex, the sleek doberman pincher from the other day, and a regal, white German shepherd approached, their muscular bodies radiating power. Ethan recognized the white one from his web page, Frost. Something about their wildness, contrasted with their poise, excited Ethan. Ben’s grin widened, “It’s time to go for your walk.”

Ethan glanced back at Jake’s eager face. Before he could fully process the situation, Ben clipped a leash onto the collar around his neck, the same was done to Jake. “You boys ready to introduce yourselves?”

Ben continued as if talking to a small pet, “now, Ethan, meet Frost.” He gestured towards the German shepherd, fastening Ethan’s leash to him. “He’ll be your walking buddy today.” He then turned to Jake. “And Rex here will walk you, Jake.” The frat brothers clipped Ethan and Jake’s leashes to their respective walking buddies.

Frost moved with grace that belied his size, powerful muscles rippling beneath his white coat. Ethan found himself instinctively shrinking back as Frost approached, a primal unease settling in his stomach. He hadn’t been around many dogs this large before – certainly never while vulnerable like this. Frost stopped inches before the kneeling pledge. Ethan was just about eye level, catching a glimpse of the shepherd’s light brown eyes, his face bearing an expression that seemed to communicate an unusual comprehension of the situation unfolding.

Ben gave a curt nod, and Frost lowered his head, his cool, wet nose probing Ethan’s exposed skin. The scent of doggy shampoo and animal musk filled the air, a strangely pleasant aroma. A shiver ran through him, a mixture of shame and burgeoning arousal. The dog’s touch was exploratory, and undeniably invasive. His nose brushed against Ethan’s neck, tracing a line down his chest, pausing briefly at the waistband of his boxer briefs. With a focused slowness, it wandered lower, examining his scent, sensing his arousal.

He could feel the blood rushing to his loins, the heat intensifying. The shame hadn’t disappeared entirely, but it was… dampened, replaced by a confusing swirl of anticipation and a forbidden curiosity. Frost paced around the freshman. He was leashed, tethered to this creature, Ethan’s fate seemingly in his paws.

Then came the warmth of the dog’s breath, a soft puff against the thin fabric separating Ethan’s genitals from the beast’s maw. He could feel delicate, dewy moisture accumulating on his manhood; evaporating and revealing his secrets to the beast. He could practically smell himself on the dog’s nose, the scent betrayed all of his hidden desires. It was humiliating, and yet… exhilarating… and in a fucked up way… intimate.

Ethan’s gaze flickered to Jake, and he almost gasped. There it was – a clear unmistakable bulge pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs, twitching with a life of its own. Jake was hard, visibly aroused by Rex’s attentions. The sight was… startling.

His own body responded instantly, his underwear growing tighter by the second. He clenched his jaw, desperately trying to suppress the boner threatening to reveal his shameful desires, to confirm his sexual deviancy in front of everyone. But the more he tried to resist, the more insistent the sensation became. The dog’s breathing seemed to deliberately tease him, accentuating the friction of flesh swelling against fabric.

Before he could unravel the chaos of his thoughts, a chorus of laughter erupted from the watching frat brothers. “Well, well, well, look at Jake!” someone shouted, his voice dripping with amusement. “We haven’t even gotten off the front lawn and someone’s already enjoying their walk a little too much.”

The teasing continued, playful but pointed. “Looks like Rex has a new fan, huh?” another brother called out. “Eager little pledge, aren’t you?” The way they teased him made it clear that his obvious arousal and eager submission were – to their twisted sensibilities – positive traits.

What was going on? Ethan felt a flush creep up his neck as more attention turned to Jake, and by extension, to him.

The frat brothers’ laughter intensified, noticing Ethan’s flushed skin and tense expression. “Looks like someone’s a little flustered, huh?” one of them called out to Ethan, a smirk on his lips. Another chimed in, “Don’t worry, pledge, it’s only natural, we won’t judge.”

Ben strolled closer to Ethan. “Having second thoughts, pledge?” That’s alright, it’s not too late to turn back now…” He paused for dramatic effect. “Or maybe you’re just a little shy?” He glanced pointedly at Jake, then back at Ethan. “Look at your friend there, he’s enjoying himself.” Ethan watched Rex poke his nose into Jake’s ass, causing him to moan softly. Ben continued, “and there’s absolutely nothing gay about a man getting hard while his frat brother tastes his scent, right boys?”

A chorus of approving voices erupted from the group. Ethan was confused, did he mean that Rex was their frat Brother for real? He thought that talk about being their senior was to make a point. What do these guys do together anyway?

It was a bizarre, humiliating spectacle, but the excitement, the collective, casual acknowledgment of their shared arousal, only served to heighten the tension within Ethan. He couldn’t tell if he should run away, or dive in. Fortunately, the situation was so embarrassing that is suppressed his erection… at least for now.

Kyle clapped his hands together, dismissing the surrounding chatter. “Alright, alright, enough teasing. Let’s get this show on the road.” He motioned for Ethan to follow, “Come on pledges, it’s time to earn your stripes.”

Ethan dropped his hands to the ground, clutching the manicured grass between his fingers. Was he really about to do this? He flushed. A part of him wanted to. He felt the collar tug on his neck, Frost practically dragging him forward. Ethan stumbled on his hands and knees, catching up with his canine caretaker, putting some much needed slack in the leash.

Ben led them towards the quad. Ethan stumbled along, his mind reeling. He glanced at Jake, his physique was even more defined in the sunlight. Was Jake really comfortable with all this? Or was he simply better at masking his discomfort? A glance at his bulge left little to the imagination. A shameful heat built within Ethan, a warmth that had nothing to do with the beating sun. He’d only ever been with girls before. Well, one girl, a casual relationship that ended before college. Since then, his exploration of his sexuality had been confined to the anonymity of the internet, a safe distance from real people. Sure he’d gotten a little exploratory with gay stuff sometimes, but only with drawings and feminine guys.

As such, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the curve of Jake’s ass, the way his muscles flexed with each step, the erection pressing firmly against his boxer briefs. He was like a real-life fantasy.

And there was Frost. Similarly sculpted of lean muscle, and well groomed, he rocked his hips in a relaxed, confident stride. His balls hung low in the late summer heat, swaying freely. Ethan was mesmerized. He’d never seen such a big dog intact before. He was… well endowed. Ethan couldn’t help but notice the plump, white sheath bouncing between the dog’s legs. He looked to Rex, who was similarly gifted. It was fucked up how turned on he was. He’d seen a few animations of dogs like them fucking girls that he’d shamefully beat off to, but being this close to one was… different.

Was this what it meant to be gay? To feel this pull, this fascination, with another man, even a male animal? The thought scared him. He’d always thought of himself as straight, he liked girls – human women – and he didn’t know what these feelings meant.

The walk from the frat house lawn to the quad was short. Rex seemed to prance around in front on Jake, stretching and flexing his body for his enjoyment, teasing his charge. Frost was more restrained, but his muscled rear held Ethan’s attention all the same. The black skin of his scrotum a sharp contrast to a perfectly white coat.

Finally, they stopped, reaching the edge of the quad. Ethan’s arms burned from the repetitive, unfamiliar motion of walking on all fours, and he was grateful for rest. His relief was short-lived however, and his mood quickly shifted from nervous to mortified as he took stock of his surroundings. Students were milling about, chatting, playing games, studying on the lawn, and now, staring. Ben produced two flimsy paper dog masks that only cover the eyes, the kind you’d find at a Halloween party.

“Just a little something to complete the look,” he said with a smile. “If you want it…”

Ethan stared at the masks in disbelief. It was ridiculous, insulting. But he felt a desperate need to disappear, to shield himself from the judging eyes of these strangers, his classmates. He snatched a mask from Ben’s hand and fixed it onto his face. Jake did the same.

The pledges were on full display, clad only in their underwear, tied to two champion studs – leashes taut. Even at the edge of the quad, they quickly drew a crowd.

Once enough people had gathered, Kyle began working the crowd. “Good afternoon fellow huskies! If I can have your attention, Delta Psi would like to present to you our newest pledges!” Kyle threw out his arm emphatically, framing Ethan and Jake for the public. The crowd of watchers was growing, laughing, and people started pulling out their phones.

Ben continued where Kyle left off, “Alright boys, let’s see some obedience!” his voice boomed, cutting through the murmur of the crowd. He turned to Ethan and Jake, “Sit!”

Frost and Rex stood stoically, in perfect control, awaiting Ethan and Jake’s response. Jake responded promptly. He lowered himself to the ground, sitting in his best imitation of a dog’s posture, causing his bulge to stick out prominently, wet with pre-cum. He was clearly getting off to this.

Ben let out a hearty chuckle. “Good boy, pledge! Excellent form.” He turned his attention to Ethan, allowing the silence to simmer. Ethan’s heart raced. Good boy… he wanted to hear it. He was getting hard just thinking about it. Fuck… not here, not like this.

Ethan hesitated, his heart pounding against his ribs. He glanced at the crowd, the sea of expectant faces blurring into a single mass. Phones were already pointed in his direction, capturing every humiliating detail. He was panicking. He fastened the mask closer to his face, attempting to disappear behind the facade, and slowly lowered himself into a humiliating posture. He found a strange solace in anonymity, the flimsy paper shielding his identity from the crowd. Finally, he was able to give in, accepting the concealment of the mask as enough for him to indulge his curiosity. His legs trembled as he sat, revealing his growing erection, anticipating praise for his compliance.

“Good boy… look at you!” Ben said, his voice dripping with approval.

Ethan didn’t have a tail to wag, but his body responded just as clearly. It felt good… the obedience, the praise… For a second, he was enjoying himself.

Even though it was all just a game, he wanted to please them, to satisfy his brothers, and even the crowd; though they were all perfect strangers. It massaged something in his brain stem, sending a thrilling, shameful warmth radiating through his body. Wearing the mask allowed him to indulge this urge, to surrender to the performance without perceiving risk to his own identity. He began to drop the pretense, inhabiting his own desires, experiencing the moment for what it truly was.

Ethan looked around himself, flanked by Frost and Jake. The canine had an amused, satisfied look in his eye, as if he were enjoying watching Ethan break. There was an unmistakable, ‘good boy’ in his lurid gaze, Ethan could practically hear it bouncing around inside his skull. He couldn’t maintain eye contact for long, made uncomfortable by the dog’s visage, and even more so by his own reaction to it. What was happening? There was something deeply confusing about Frost, just as much or more so than Jake. The way Ethan saw him, his body seemed to vibrate with energy, every inch worthy of unlimited attention. Every physical detail seamlessly woven together into a single, beautiful creature that gave shape to erotic impulses buried deep in Ethan’s psyche. And the mind inside that body, it was sensual, dominant… teasing.

Whatever it was Ethan felt, Jake seemed to feel it too. Jakes eyes’ were fixed on Rex, who watched his pledge with his mouth open, slavering, drool dripping onto the concrete below. His eyes were not as gentle as Frosts, a deep hunger shining through. It seemed that any moment he might break composure and mount his pledge, indulging his instincts. Jake’s erection pressed firm against his underwear, a wet spot forming around his tip.

The crowd murmured, some people cheered, and others recorded. Ethan heard the shuttering sound of cameras snapping photos and felt the sun searing his exposed skin. He couldn’t believe this many people were watching him, staring at his body. He saw the way some of the girls looked at him, whispering and laughing to one another. Some of the boys too, their hands in their pockets, attempting to camouflage the bulges in their pants while their eyes were fixed on his. Ethan had never felt so attractive before in his life, certainly not like this. His mind drifted to thinking about how many people would get off to this recording later; maybe he could even find a copy online himself.

Then, the next command came clear over the din of the crowd, “Ok boys, next trick, roll over!”

Ethan felt his face burn, the paper mask doing little to conceal the flush on his cheeks. It felt degrading… of course. But the thought of disobeying the first rule of the rush process filled him with anxiety. And the rewards of obedience were so sweet. He was getting into the game. He glanced at Ben, searching for some sign of mercy.

Ethan found none. The mercy of the frat seemed to end with gifting him the mask. It would have to be enough.

He took a deep breath and began to move, awkwardly rolling onto his back, his limbs held limply above him in imitation of a dog. The concrete pavement rough against his bare skin, and the vulnerability of his position was almost unbearable. His ass was on display, and his boner pitched a proud tent in his boxer briefs. The role play made him cringe, but he wanted so badly to hear those words again…

“Really, Delta Psi?” A woman’s voice cut through the cheers, the weight of disapproval heavy in her tone. “Every year you boys feel the need to parade these poor pledges around like circus animals? It’s beneath you… and frankly, it’s embarrassing.”

Ethan’s sense of enchantment broke, his arousal dissipating just as quickly. His head shot up. His attention was drawn to a woman at the edge of the crowd. She was tall, with dark hair pulled into a short ponytail, her piercing eyes locked onto Ben. She was surrounded by three other women, each accompanied by a well-groomed dog – a red golden retriever, a husky, and a doberman pincher that looked almost exactly like Rex, but missing one prominent, anatomical feature – she was female. They were all female.

“Serena,” Ben started, his voice losing some of its earlier swagger. “It’s always a pleasure…”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she retorted, her eyes sweeping over Ethan and Jake, lingering on their exposed bodies with an appraising gaze.

Frost and Rex reacted quickly, moving over the supine pledges as if to guard them. Ethan stared up into Frost’s stomach, the crowd noise muffled by his body, replaced with the ensconcing rhythm of the dog’s breathing. Ethan heard a low, possessive growl building in his chest.

The air crackled with tension. Ben’s jaw tightened. “Don’t act like you didn’t show up here specifically to watch!” His smile returned, more vicious than usual. “You’ve done this every year since I joined Delta Psi. I’m almost starting to think you want to join yourself… or maybe you’re still hoping we’ll get together… Can an Alpha Beta girl really be with a Delta Psi boy?” Ben’s voice mirrored Serena’s mocking tone.

Serena’s face darkened, though she showed little reaction. “Oh, I see,” she drawled, her voice laced with even more sarcasm. “Well, if you’re so eager to improve the pedigree of your little club, maybe we can assist in your training exercise.” She folded her arms. “I’m sure that your boys were getting bored.”

As if on cue, the women following Serena stepped out of the crowd, their dogs following closely behind.

Ethan heard Frost whine, and listened as he anxiously adjusted his weight. Rex seemed to be in a similar state of distress, whining and drooling. His gaze drifted to Jake, flatly beneath Rex, his eyes locked on the dogs stomach. Or, rather, not his stomach. Ethan saw Rex’s red rocket poking out. He looked up at Frost, seeing the dog’s manhood beginning to swell only inches from his face. Within a second, Ethan realized how truly fucked he was.

Ethan gripped the leash around his neck for dear life. Frost let out a sharp whine, straining to stay in place, his gaze fixed on the golden retriever. The approaching women stopped, allowing their dogs to pull against their tethers. As soon as they stopped, Frost started to pull in turn. He quickly reached the end of his lead. Ethan struggled to maintain his grip, he could feel the leash slipping through his fingers. He started to sweat, unsure if he could control Frost.

Jake was less fortunate. Ethan watched in shock as Rex lurched forward, pulling Jake along by his collar, twisting the poor guy around on the ground and removing his mask. Jake scrambled onto his ass, trying his best to counteract Rex and reaching desperately for his leash. Even so, he still had a full erection, impressive given the circumstances.

Ethan watched Frost, praying he would relent. The shepherd’s body was rigid, every muscle coiled tight. His haunches strained as he pulled forward. Ethan could see the pink tip of his dick poking out, growing longer and thicker with each passing moment of struggle. It was a primal display, unapologetic, and clear. Something about feeling Frost slowly overpower him – gradually restricting his breathing – all in pursuit of sex, made Ethan’s mind wander into obscene places.

Ethan’s own body was reacting, again, despite his circumstances. He felt a familiar girth tightening his boxer briefs. He tried to look away from Frost, catching the eye of the girl controlling the golden retriever Frost wanted so badly. For a moment, their connection felt almost human, a fleeting respite from the degradation and confusing, animal lust he had endured throughout the day. She had dark, intelligent eyes that held a hint of amusement, accompanied by a warm smile. A wave of relief washed over Ethan, he felt a sensation he hadn’t realized he’d been craving. To feel attraction toward a woman.

There eyes locked for a beat too long. He saw a flicker of something in her expression, not pity, or disdain like Serena, but a kind of understanding, a shared awareness of the game they were all playing. He felt as if she could see through his mask.

Finally, the Delta Psi brothers moved in, placing themselves between the male and female dogs. Frat brothers came to control Frost and Rex, freeing Ethan and Jake from their insistent pulling. The tension didn’t dissipate entirely, but it lessened, shifting from the immediate threat to a simmering anticipation. Frost whined again, straining on his back legs as he was corralled, his gaze still fixed on the retriever. Rex mirrored his distress, his own arousal as obvious as Jake’s.

Ben spoke, attempting to regain control of the situation. “Alright, alright. That’s enough, boys.” Ethan couldn’t tell if Ben was addressing him or the dogs. “Serena, control your sisters please.”

“I suppose at least one of us should show some restraint.” Serena relented. “Let’s go girls.” She clicked her tongue. “We’ll leave these boys to play with themselves.” She smiled one last time at Ben, baring her teeth.

The tension between Ben and Serena lingered, her final taunt hanging in the air as her companions rallied their dogs to leave. But before they were gone, the woman who had caught Ethan’s eye winked at him, offering a small glimmer of hope that they may meet again. He studied her face. With that, Serena and her entourage departed, leaving Ethan and Jake to catch their breath.

The world around Ethan seemed to shift back into focus. The crowd around them had began to disperse, sensing the show had come to an end. Ethan watched as some students showed their phones to one another, evidently comparing footage. Ethan felt for his mask. It was still there, thankfully. He looked to Jake, whatever semblance of anonymity the mask provided was stripped from him, but his roommate’s face didn’t show any signs of shame.

A flush crept up Ethan’s neck, hot and unexplainable. He’d been mortified when they first stepped onto the quad, the weight of his exposure suffocating him. But then… the mask. And the performance. A perverse thrill had taken root, germinating in the pit of his stomach. The idea of being seen, of being desired, had unlocked something he hadn’t known was there. Was this how Jake felt? He remembered the way his erection pressed firmly against his boxer briefs, twitching and leaking without being touched. Now, only a large, wet spot remained.

Then, he’d seen her. The girl with the golden retriever. It was almost as if she recognized him, a flash of empathy piercing through the veil of eroticism obscuring the degrading hazing ritual he had partaken in. Her presence was a reassuring warmth, an anchor for his rapidly unwinding perception of self.

But even that reassurance felt tainted now. He’d felt a pull toward Jake too, a confusing fascination that mirrored, and yet somehow intensified, his reaction to frost. He remembered the way his roommate moved, the sheer confidence. His shame hadn’t disappeared, but it was… changed. Replaced by a swirl of anticipation and forbidden curiosity. He glanced at Frost, who was now pacing around him restlessly, intermittently licking his half-erect cock, clearly uncomfortable. The dog’s breath brushed against Ethan’s face.

The mask hid Ethan’s blush, but he could feel his face burning. He was surrounded by temptations – male, female; human, animal. The frat loomed before him, a promise of exploration and an answer to a terrifying question. He was afraid. Afraid he might learn more about himself than he was prepared for. The boundaries he had believed defined him before college were already crumbling, and he had no idea where this new path would lead.

The scent of stale beer and unwashed bodies wafted from the frat house threshold. Ethan followed Jake through the crowded, messy kitchen. Jake, athletic and easy going, radiated a confidence Ethan desperately lacked. They had begun the rush process only two weeks ago, and Jake already seemed so comfortable with the guys. A knot of anxiety tightened in Ethan’s stomach, he was just a pledge, at the bottom of the established hierarchy within the frat, practically an outsider. He glanced at Jake, this was his idea of course. He seemed so comfortable, shaking hands and laughing with the senior brothers. Ethan did his best to reciprocate the warm greeting he received, forcing a smile.

They entered the living room, dimly lit, with thin clouds of smoke slowly circulating through shafts of sunlight piercing through closed blinds. Ethan’s eyes fixated on the TV screen flickering on the wall. Someone was playing porn on the big screen, the volume was low, but an unmistakable sound could be heard throughout the room. A small group of frat brothers – guys he vaguely recognized – were sprawled out on the furniture, their faces illuminated by the flickering light, clearly inebriated and subtly aroused.

Ben, one of the older frat brothers, invited them to sit, patting the empty spot on the couch beside him and a large, chocolate husky. The porn flickered on the massive TV screen. Ethan felt the knot return in his stomach. The guys hadn’t even bothered to change the channel. They were so… casual.

“Hey, my favorite pledges made it!” Ben shouted, motioning for them to sit next to him.

Jake tossed Ethan a beer, the condensation cold against his sweaty palm. Ethan sat down, unable to find a restful posture, wedged between Ben and Jake. Ben offered him a joint, a knowing grin on his face. Ethan took a hit, and he sipped the cheap beer, trying to blend in. He tasted the acrid smoke lingering on his tongue as a comfortable buzz set in.

Then he noticed something.

Underneath the thin fabric of their sweatpants, the frat brothers’ bulges pressed hard against their clothes, subtle but undeniable. He tried to look away, to focus on the TV screen, but his gaze kept drifting back. The casual indifference of the room was uncomfortable and… intriguing. He didn’t know you could do this.

Ben’s voice cut through the haze, low and suggestive. “Loosen up, man. Nobody’s judging. We were just about to have some fun actually… you can join.”

Ethan’s cheeks burned. He stammered, trying to formulate a response, but the words caught in his throat. Before he could speak, Ben reached into his waistband, his movement uninhibited.

Ben’s cock sprang free, thick and engorged, strands of his pre-cum gleaming in the dim light. He started stroking himself, a slow, indulgent image that lit up Ethan’s nervous system.

His stammering stopped. He felt his pants tightening, a desperate, unwelcome arousal. He averted his gaze, face burning with shame and confusion. But the others were doing the same. He was trapped, surrounded by exposed masculinity, the air thick with lust.

Then Jake joined in, his hand disappearing into his waistband. He started stroking himself, his movements mimicking Ben’s. Ethan caught the sight of Jake’s cock out of the corner of his eye, he watched it twitch and drool, imagining his roommate’s pleasure only made him harder.

Ethan tried to focus on the TV screen, but it was impossible. The images blurred, losing their meaning. He wasn’t really watching the porn. He was watching Ben and Jake, their movements raw and enticing.

Ethan’s body trembled. He listened intently. Soft, rhythmic breathing, subtle moans, the rasp of men pleasuring themselves all around him. It was overwhelming, suffocating. He felt his own body responding, tightening, a desperate need for release. He tried to clamp down on the sensations, but it was impossible.

He stared at the TV screen, focusing on the image of the woman. She was surrounded by strong hands and powerful bodies. He imagined the weight of those hands, the pressure against his skin. He imagined the tongues, mouths, and cocks all rubbing against him… They were right next to him, on this very couch.

Ethan didn’t dare to look. He could hear Jake and Ben masturbating, their stroking becoming louder and wetter as they teased themselves. The sounds filled the room, barely masked by the frantic moaning and music on the TV. Ethan felt a wave of heat rush over him. He was fantasizing about being the center of attention. He breathed, and then he smelled them.

A musky, animalistic scent filled the air: sweat, pheromones, the raw aroma of male sexuality. He could smell their balls, their pubes, the warm, sweaty scent of their skin. It was overwhelming.

He looked down at his own legs, a desperate flush creeping up his neck. He could feel pre-cum coating his underwear, his cock bulging beneath the fabric, a desperate plea for attention. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think.

Ethan stood abruptly, knocking his knee against Jake’s leg.

“Hey, you alright?” Jake asked, slowing his pace, his voice laced with concern.

“I just gotta use the bathroom…” Ethan mumbled. He needed an escape, to regain his composure and control.

He stumbled towards the hallway, desperate to conceal his arousal. He couldn’t let them see. He couldn’t let them know. He was losing control, and he didn’t know how to stop. He needed to get away from the scent, the sounds, the overwhelming, suffocating lust that was consuming him.

As he turned towards the hallway, Ben called out, his voice casual, almost dismissive. “Hey pledge, while you’re up, could you give Max a quick bath? He’s got a little… sticky… after watching the video.” Ben pointed toward the dog. “He’s good at baths though.”

Ethan froze. Max – the chocolate husky – was staring directly at him, his tongue lolling out, eyes bright with arousal. He watched the massive canine rise from the couch, stretching languidly. Ethan averted his eyes as he glimpsed the tip of Max’s cock protruding from his sheath. His whole crotch was wet, pre-cum stranding from his place on the couch as he got up.

Max followed Ethan to the bathroom. The bathroom was small, cramped, smelling of chlorine and cheap body spray. A single bulb cast a harsh, unflattering light on the chipped tile. Max took position, sprawling on the bathmat, his tail thumping slowly against the floor. He was just… waiting. His dark eyes met Ethan’s, communicating a disconcerting level of anticipation.

The image of Jake and Ben jacking off on the couch flashed behind Ethan’s eyelids. He breathed, trying to regain control of his racing heart, their scent still lingering in his nose.

The guys had barely even acknowledged his presence, hadn’t even seemed to register his discomfort. It was as if he were invisible, an observer in their private world. A hot wave of shame and… something else. Curiosity? He immediately suppressed it, disgusted with himself.

He stared at Max, the dog’s muscular form filling the small space. Max tilted his head, eyes fixed on Ethan’s. A strange, unusual energy crackled between them. The rhythmic thump of Max’s tail against the floor seemed to echo in Ethan’s ears, a primal beat that slowed his heart rate.

Ethan had always considered himself… straight. It wasn’t a conscious decision, not something he’d really defined. It was simply the default. He’d dated girls, enjoyed their company, felt a comfortable attraction. But now…

Now, the image of Jake’s firm hands stroking his cock kept replaying in his mind. And the way Ben so casually whipped it out, inviting Ethan to participate, it was unraveling what he thought he knew about himself.

He looked down at Max, the dog’s dark eyes unwavering. A strange thought flickered through his mind: He’s not judging me. He wasn’t demanding anything, wasn’t expecting anything. He was just present.

The dog’s body was powerful, sleek, draped in rich, brown fur with an attractive pattern. Ethan found himself unconsciously cataloging the details, the angle of his hips, the ripple of muscles beneath fur, the dark sheen of his coat. He recoiled from the thought, disgusted with himself. What was he doing? He turned around.

Suddenly the idea of bathing Max felt… wrong. Invasive. Intimate. But the alternative, facing Ben and Jake, sitting in his anxiety and confusion, felt even worse. His heterosexuality was cracking, endangered even. A carefully constructed facade, crumbling under the weight of unspoken desires.

He returned to Max. He started the tap, his hand hovering over the handle. Water gurgled. He felt a tremor running through his body, a desperate need for control, but control was elusive.

Max stepped into the tub of his own volition. The water swirled around his paws, lifting his luxurious fur. Ethan found a bottle of dog shampoo, wetting Max’s fur with his hands. He could smell Max now, a new musky scent, dirt, and something distinctly feral; it was strangely alluring.

Water cascaded over the canine’s broad shoulders. The warmth of the water seemed to delight Max. He wasn’t just accepting of the bath, he clearly enjoyed it. A low groan rumbled in his chest, his doughy eyes always fixed on Ethan’s face. Ethan lathered shampoo into the dog’s fur, feeling tense muscles relax underneath his coat.

Ethan worked his way over the dog’s body. Before long, he reached Max’s genitals, and remembered Ben’s instruction. He blushed. Max’s sheath and balls were a mess, covered in what could only be his pre-cum; a sticky, glistening residue clinging to his fur. Ethan felt the return of a familiar, but unwelcome, arousal. He averted his gaze, trying to forget the instruction, but it was impossible.

The dog shifted his weight, pressing his massive frame against Ethan who leaned over the side of the tub. The low groaning grew louder, more insistent. Ethan’s hands trembled, but now he felt encouraged by Max’s obvious enjoyment.

He started experimenting, tentatively feeling the dog’s sheath, surprisingly firm and warm. Max’s leg’s flexed as he stretched out. The low groan transformed into a whine, a sound that sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine.

He lathered the shampoo into Max’s sheath, the bubbles creating a glistening sheen over his impressive endowment. He started to massage the dog’s genitals, his hand moving in slow, deliberate circles.

He rationalized that it wasn’t sexual, because Max didn’t understand. He was just enjoying the attention, the warm gentle touch of Ethan’s hand. He was just a dog, after all. It wasn’t gay or anything.

But as he continued massaging Max, his hand lingered. He started to focus on the sensation, the plump sheath in his palm swelled, becoming hard and engorged. Ethan felt an intoxicating power radiating from Max’s frame.

A warmth was building inside him. He rationalized that it wasn’t because of Max, that it was just a natural response to physical contact. He was just helping Max out, cleaning him up, ensuring his hygiene. It wasn’t like he was doing anything weird.

Ethan found himself stealing a whiff of Max’s balls, the musky scent intoxicating and primal. Max shifted again, pressing his head against Ethan’s shoulder, a clear indication of his desire for more.

The rationalizations that had been holding Ethan back began to crumble. The bath had taken an undeniable turn toward something more exotic and exploratory. And then it happened.

Max began to show his excitement. A large red rod rolled out of his sheath. He let out a low growl, a sound that resonated through the bathroom. And then, generous amounts of pre-cum began to squirt from his growing length, coating Ethan’s hand and splashing into the water.

Ethan’s heart began to race once more. He stared at the pre-cum dripping from his fingers, a mixture of shame and arousal washing over him. He should stop. He knew he should stop. But he couldn’t. He was too far gone.

He continued to massage Max, and the dog continued to squirt, coating his hand and arm. He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation, the shame receding into the background.

The rhythm of the hand job had lulled Ethan into a dangerous complacency. He was focused on Max’s obvious pleasure, mesmerized by the twitching heat in his hands. He barely registered the subtle shift in the dog’s demeanor until it was too late.

Max’s eyes were focused onto Ethan’s. A carnal hunger gleaming within them. His mouth hung agape, a long, pink tongue dripping with affection. He began to lean in, slowly, deliberately. And then, he licked Ethan’s face.

The initial contact was wet and unexpected. Ethan recoiled slightly, but Max pressed forward, his tongue exploring Ethan’s lips, his cheeks, his chin. It was a blatant assertion of dominance, and another clear indication of his desire for more.

Despite his intentions, and despite his waning sense of disgust, Ethan yielded. He braced for the inevitable. Max forced his tongue into Ethan’s mouth.

The initial sensation was completely alien. The dog’s long, soft tongue snaked in. He tasted the dog’s drool, dripping down his lips and carrying the beast’s scent. Max was panting loudly, the Husky’s hot breath infiltrating Ethan’s lungs. It was repulsive, yet he could not seem to break free, reveling in the sensation of the dog filling him.

Ethan’s attempts to resist quickly crumbled. The wetness was all-encompassing, slick and warm against his lips, his teeth, and testing his throat. The dog’s tongue was relentless, exploring with a dexterity that was both terrifying and deeply compelling. Max’s drool began to collect on the back of Ethan’s tongue, the beast’s probing causing Ethan to reflexively swallow.

Max’s maw opened wider, practically engulfing Ethan’s head. The pressure increased. The dog’s long tongue relentlessly pressed against Ethan’s limits, reaching deep into his throat. Ethan’s gag reflex kicked in, but it was quickly suppressed, overwhelmed by the sheer sensation. He felt himself getting hard, his body writhing around the tongue fucking his throat. He heard the soft trickle of Max’s pre-cum fouling the bathwater as he coated his own boxer briefs.

Ethan surrendered completely, allowing the dog’s tongue to explore at will, letting his drool drip over his face, his breath fill his lungs. He felt a strange, perverse pleasure building within him, an undeniable attraction to the beast violating him.

Finally, Max began to retreat. Ethan breathed deeply as the last of the dog’s warm tongue left his lips. The lingering taste, primal and sweet, fueled the strange heat blossoming within him. He hadn’t realized how thoroughly the beast’s attention had scrambled his senses, or maybe it was the weed. A tremor ran through his body, and he gripped the dog’s thick fur.

Ethan reached down to resume his stroking, his hand finding the familiar, powerful length between the dog’s legs, now even more engorged, eagerly twitching and dripping. He was truly huge. Ethan’s eyes were wide in awe. Max’s cock more than filled his hand. It pulsed within his palm, thick and hard, radiating warmth – a heat that seeped into his bones. He began to stroke, increasing his speed, reveling in the dog’s pleased whines and the flexing muscle under his touch.

Ethan’s fingers worked their way up the long shaft, a slow caress that soon became a frantic rhythm. He kneaded the base, feeling the powerful knot swell, droplets of pre-cum glistening at the tip. A strange, desperate curiosity seized him. He had never imagined being consumed by such base physicality. But now the urge was overwhelming. Max’s body seemed to thrum with barely contained energy. He could feel the dog’s weight pressing against him, a solid, muscular presence.

He leaned closer, his gaze locked on the pulsing head. It was tapered and ridged, a jutting peak spitting thin ropes of aromatic, clear fluid, unlike anything he’d seen before. Ethan’s mind struggled to reconcile such animalistic power with the gentle whimpers escaping Max’s throat. He must be close, he thought, a wave of dizziness washing over him. Ethan paused, his fingers still wrapped around the shaft, but his grip faltering.

A voice whispering shame surfaced in the back of his mind. The voice was weak, drowned out by the insistent thrum of desire that animated his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, battling the internal conflict that threatened to unravel the intoxicating spell which had taken hold.

Ethan had built up walls, suppressed his darkest impulses, denying a part of himself that always existed. But the dog’s relentless pursuit, his raw, unrestrained passion, had chipped away at those walls, exposing him for someone he didn’t recognize.

He took a shaky breath, and with gleeful surrender, lowered his lips to the pulsating head. The sensation was electric, a jolt that pierced through his entire body. It was warm, slick, intensely animalistic, a flavor he’d never known or dared to imagine.

The taste of pre-cum coated his tongue, salty and sweet, triggering an instinct somewhere deep within him. He sucked gently, hesitantly, savoring the rich, complex aroma, his eyes fluttering as a wave of pleasure washed over him. The dog whined louder, his body trembling, rewarding Ethan’s curiosity with warm, salty fluid. Ethan felt a surge of pleasure, a perverse satisfaction borrowed from Max.

Luke-warm water splashed around Ethan’s face as he continued to suck on Max’s thick cock. He’d lost his internal locus of control, his focus solely on the intense pleasure radiating from the beast. Max whined, and then, unexpectedly, his paws clamped down on Ethan’s head, digging into his scalp.

Panic shot through Ethan as Max began to thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into Ethan’s mouth, pulling his head into the water. He instinctively wriggled free from Max’s grip, pushing the dog away and scrambling backwards until his back hit the door.

He coughed, sputtering water and pre-cum, his eyes stinging. Max stood in the tub, his chest heaving, his cock twitching and squirting, thin fluid diffusing in the water around him. He whined, a pathetic sound that tugged at something inside Ethan, but it did not overcome his shock.

He stared at the beast, his heart pounding in his chest, a wave of fear washing over him. He’d gone too far. This was insane… degrading. Still, he couldn’t let Max leave like this, in such an obvious state of arousal. What would the brothers say? The inevitable questions, the humiliation…

With a deep breath, he forced himself to his feet. He had to finish this, to put an end to it before anyone discovered what had happened. He walked back to the tub, unwillingly savoring the lingering taste in his mouth.

The dog stood in the water, squirting, licking himself, clearly on the edge. Ethan took Max’s substantial cock into his hand, his touch mechanical, doing his best to forget the earlier passion. He stroked with firm, efficient movements, guiding the beast to a quick climax. The dog’s hind legs danced around in the tub, his cock flexed and twitched as rope after rope of thick, white seed splashed into the water. Max shuddered, his body trembling with release, and Ethan tried to ignore the surge of pleasure welling in his stomach.

Once Max finished, Ethan released his grip and stepped back, washing his hands in the sink. He stared at Max, his expression lurid and satisfied. It was over. He could pretend it hadn’t happened, a bizarre, isolated incident.

“Good boy,” he murmured, his voice flat. He had to maintain control, to deny the desire that consumed him, to convince himself that this wasn’t who he was. It was just… animal instinct. A strange, regrettable lapse in judgment. He wasn’t gay. He didn’t enjoy this. He was just… helping the dog relieve himself. Yes, that was it. Just helping a poor boy in need. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He had to forget this ever happened. He had to pretend it hadn’t changed anything. Somehow, he had to deny the visceral pleasure he’d just experienced sucking a dog’s cock.

Ethan cautiously stepped out of the bathroom, his clothes damp and clinging to his skin. Max was right behind him, sauntering, his partially erect cock swaying with a telling heft and wetness. Ethan tried to compose himself, smoothing down his hair and forcing a neutral expression. He needed to act normal, casual. He glanced toward the living room, steeling himself for what he might see.

He rounded the corner, and stopped in his tracks. The porn was still on, it had gotten pretty heavy actually. Everyone had their cocks out. But the only thing Ethan saw was Jake, kneeling between Ben’s legs, his mouth wrapped around Ben’s cock. Ben lay back, eyes closed, a blissful expression on his face.

Ethan froze, his heart rate spiking again. He hadn’t expected this. He’d known Jake and Ben were… libertine, but he hadn’t anticipated they’d go this far. His eyes were glued to Jake, his mouth moving with practiced ease, his tongue flashing from beneath his lips. It was intimidating… and arousing.

He’d thought of Jake as a good friend, his roommate. He knew he was attracted to him, he fantasized about him. It caused him constant anxiety. But seeing him like this, so openly indulging in his desires, unlocked something within Ethan, the same feeling he had with Max. The sight stirred a desire within him that he couldn’t ignore.

His mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Just moments ago, he’d resolved to dismiss his encounter with Max as a one-off, a regrettable lapse in judgment. He’d tried to convince himself that it meant nothing, that he was not attracted to guys, just helping the dog. But now, seeing Jake, so tantalizingly within reach, he realized how fragile that resolution was.

“Hey, pledge!” Ben said, “Now that you’re done with Max, why don’t you help finish me off?”

Ethan stared at Ben, his mind reeling. Was that an order? Was he serious? Isn’t there a school policy against this sort of thing? He remembered the rules. This had to be a test. A challenge. One he had every right to deny. But Jake didn’t.

He could walk away now. He could refuse. But he knew that refusal would come with consequences. He thought of the repercussions. He’d lose his place in the frat. Jake would probably stop hanging out with him, so he’d be alone again. And, now that he’s already here, can he really let this chance go?

He looked at Jake, who was still focused on Ben, his eyes closed in blissful satisfaction. Jake didn’t seem to notice his internal struggle.

With a sense of resignation, and a weight lifting from his chest, he smiled. “Okay,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Ben’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit!”

Ethan stepped into the living room, the boys craning their necks around him to see the screen. He sat facing Ben, Jake already positioned next to him, his mouth wrapped around a thick cock. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. He glanced at Jake, who was still focused on giving head, his neck bobbing with suggestive precision. He watched Jake’s tongue swirl around Ben’s shaft, his hands gripping Ben’s balls with a firm, confident touch. He couldn’t help but compare himself to Jake, feeling a surge of inadequacy. Jake seemed so effortless, so uninhibited. He, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck, struggling to control his trembling hands and nervous heart.

He reached forward, his lips tentatively brushing against the few unserviced inches of Ben’s shaft. The skin was warm and slick, covered in sweat and saliva. A jolt of sensation shot through his body. The taste was salty, musky, and dominant; or perhaps tame compared to Max. He’d never experienced anything like it. Okay, he experienced one thing like it. Still, it was a visceral pleasure, one he no longer could deny himself.

He glanced at Jake again, noticing the subtle flex of his muscles, the subtle bulge of his throat as he bobbed up and down. He couldn’t help but lust after his roommate, his gaze lingering on his strong jawline, his sensual mouth. He realized that his desire for Jake was stronger than he knew, he wanted to emulate him.

Jake let Ben’s cock fall from his mouth, passing the brother’s dripping manhood to his roommate. Ethan let him in, he focused on the texture, the soft warmth, the subtle pulsations. He began to lose himself in the sensation – he remembered Max – forgetting his fears and anxiety. He was drifting away from being a nervous pledge, struggling to understand his feelings, to control his trembling hands. He was learning to be a participant, lost in the moment, reveling in the pleasure.

He felt Ben’s length twitching in his mouth, oozing down his throat. He realized, with a sense of profound liberation, that he was no longer afraid. He was no longer ashamed. He was simply a man, indulging in his desires, lost in the moment with two other men. He could embrace his sexuality, finally allow himself to experience what he truly wanted.

He focused on the rhythmic movements of his tongue, the soft pressure of his lips against Ben’s skin, the sweet pearls of pre-cum that formed on the tip. He wanted to do better, to be like Jake in his skill and dexterity. He tried orbiting his tongue, rolling over Ben’s head, the soft glans swelling and hardening in his mouth, bumping against his teeth.

Ben shifted slightly, passing his cock back to Jake. Ethan felt a wave of disappointment come over him, quickly replaced by a burning curiosity as he watched Jake reclaim the lead. Jake’s movements were fluid and practiced, Ben’s hastened breathing revealing the difference in their skill levels.

Ethan observed Jake’s technique. He noticed the subtle variations in speed and pressure, the way he rolled his tongue to intensify Ben’s pleasure. He watched as Jake’s hands gripped Ben’s shaft, stroking him with the saliva his lips left behind.

Then, Jake glanced at him, his eyes locking with Ethan’s. A subtle smirk appeared on his lips. Without a word, Jake nudged Ben’s shaft towards Ethan, signaling him to rejoin.

Ethan didn’t hesitate this time. He opened his mouth, taking Ben’s cock into his body once more. He synchronized his movements with Jake, matching his pace and pressure. They worked together, seamlessly blending their lips and tongues, passing Ben’s cock between their mouths, maximizing his pleasure.

A wave of heat washed over Ethan, a tingling sensation spreading through his body. He had forgotten his inhibitions, finally allowing himself to revel in pleasure. He felt a strong connection to Jake in this moment, Ben’s cock melting them together. They worked in tandem, he felt a sense of camaraderie, a shared experience bonding them in a way more profound than he knew possible.

They had not spoken a word, yet Ethan felt closer to Jake than he’d ever felt to anyone. He noticed the small details, the subtle flex of Jake’s muscles, the curl of his lips around Ben’s shaft, the way a strand of black hair fell across Jake’s forehead, the faint stubble on his jaw. Ethan realized he wasn’t just lusting after Jake; he was captivated by him. He was drawn to his confidence, his body, his personality. He wanted to know everything about him – his thoughts, his dreams, his fears. He wanted to spend more time with him, to discover what lay beneath the surface of their connection. Shit, maybe he was gay.

Ben’s body tensed, a low groan escaping his lips. Ethan and Jake continued to service him, their mouths working in perfect synchronicity. The pace quickened, the pressure intensifying until Ben let out a shuddering gasp. A surge of warm fluid filled Ethan’s mouth, thick and bitter, coating his tongue and throat.

He held as much as he could, savoring the taste and texture, before passing Ben to Jake. Jake’s mouth caught the spasming length, holding back the torrent of cum with ease. Ethan watched Jake swallow, his throat working rhythmically, as he held back the urge to gag.

Ben’s body continued to convulse, releasing wave after wave of pleasure. Ethan and Jake continued to service him, taking turns letting Ben fill their throats.

Finally, Ben pulled himself free, his cock dripping in his hand. He leaned forward, his face contorted with pleasure, and began to cum on Ethan and Jake’s faces. The pledges braced themselves, welcoming the hot torrent of seed. It coated their clothes, their hair, their lips, a mark of their belonging.

Ethan and Jake gasped for breath, their bodies trembling with pleasure. They looked at each other, their faces covered in cum, their cocks leaking through their clothes, a common understanding passed between them. They were both closer to the frat, excited by the potential for more of… this.

Ethan leaned in, his lips meeting Jake’s in a tentative kiss. It was a slow, hesitant kiss, testing for a shared desire. Ethan gasped, his lips parting; he could taste Ben’s orgasm inside Jake’s mouth, their frat brother’s cum passing between them. A low murmur rippled through the room, a collective intake of breath from the surrounding brothers. They both knew, with electrifying certainty, that this was just the beginning.

Ethan was finally embracing his true self, forging a connection that would change his life forever. He was finally finding his place in the world, the frat. The fraternity had brought them together, but their shared experience forged a bond that would last a lifetime. Ethan felt Jake’s hand slide down his back, as a different hand, rougher and more assertive, tousled his hair. He glanced over and saw a new brother grinning, his eyes alight with anticipatory hunger. Then another brother, and another began to circle in, taking places on the couch, their gazes lingering on the pledges’ slick, glistening bodies. The air, already thick with the scent of the frat, became charged. Ethan flushed, realizing that his kiss with Jake was hardly a private moment. It was an invitation, a promise of what was to come.

The next day, Ethan awoke on the couch, curled up with Jake. Light shone through the window, diffusing in the thin haze that seemed to perpetually envelop the house. Jake was next to him, beginning to rouse. Ethan’s arm jumped from Jake’s body, as if he was caught in a shameful act. His heart skipped a beat, and his head throbbed.

Jake’s hand shot up, grasping Ethan by the wrist, forcibly guiding him. Ethan’s hand landed in his roommates’ hair.

“Scratch my head please…” Jake croaked, his voice dry and lethargic.

Ethan’s heart raced, he couldn’t help but comply. His fingers curled, parting Jake’s hair, a well conditioned coif matted in places by dried cum. Ethan scratched lightly, massaging Jake’s scalp and working apart the crusted lumps of hair. Jake groaned, which turned into a yawn – his limbs stretching out.

Jake turned around, his deep brown eyes staring into Ethan’s. Ethan couldn’t help but smirk, noticing the splotches of cum flaking off his roommates’ face.

“What are you smiling at?” Jake asked.

Ethan’s voice caught in his throat, starting as an unbecoming squeak, “You just got a little… something.” He pointed.

“Oh, and you don’t!” Jake pointed back, his lips curling into a smile.

Ethan blushed, and wrinkled his nose. He felt the dry cum on his own face pull against his skin. His smirk disappeared.

“Seriously though, dude, this frat is fucking sick!” Jake’s smile grew, his eyes glowing.

Ethan didn’t know how to feel. He remembered how he felt last night, bold and eager. But something about sleep reset him. His lust subdued, he felt like himself, surprisingly normal. Looking into Jake’s eyes, the embers of his desire smoldered, igniting the instinct that drew him here. It was difficult to understand.

Jake didn’t wait long for Ethan to reply. “You wanna walk back to the dorm? I could use a shower.” Jake sniffed the air, nose blind to the musky aroma filling the room.

“Uhh…” Ethan stammered. “Yeah… we should probably clean up a bit first though.”

The pair untangled themselves from the couch, heading to the bathroom to clean up. As they entered, Ethan caught the scent of soap and body spray peculiar to that room, his mind conjuring vivid images of Max’s dripping manhood, the taste of his drool welling up in the back of Ethan’s throat as the scent of his breath filled his lungs.

Jake rinsed his hair and face. Ethan watched water bead down his skin, tracing his jawline and making his skin shine. With minimal effort, Jake’s hair formed into his usual, casual curls. Ethan was next.

As he approached the sink, Ethan stared at his reflection. His face was glazed, his hair matted down at least as badly as Jake’s. His shirt was soiled too, his collar covered in spots distributed in an unmistakable pattern. It was kind of hot. But – simultaneously – it felt as though he stared at an identical stranger in the mirror. He ran his hands under the water, bringing them to his face.

Ethan washed himself, doing his best to scour the cum staining his shirt. He looked back into the mirror. He appeared more or less as he did when he arrived yesterday, but he was different – new – somehow. He saw Jake’s reflection looking at him; pondering who saw him more clearly, Jake or the mirror? Could Jake see him for what he really was? Ethan had learned more about himself in the time he’d known Jake than he’d learned all his life before college.

Jake stepped out of the mirror, standing in front of the toilet. Ethan averted his eyes, hearing Jake’s zipper coming undone, imagining his cock flopping out. He listened, waiting for Jake to finish before taking his turn. Ethan relieved himself, tension melting from his shoulders.

The boys left the bathroom. As they walked to the front door, they encountered Kyle in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Heyo!” Kyle started, “Good morning pledges. You’re looking fresh” He waved a spatula over the faded spots covering Ethan’s shirt. “Looks like you guys are gonna make it, I might even put money on it.” He chuckled to himself.

Ethan blushed at the compliment, unsure of what to make of it.

“Morning!” Jake replied, smiling ear to ear.

Kyle’s gaze drifted away, as if searching for something he forgot. “Ah… actually, I have a job for you.”

Both Ethan and Jake stood up straight, keenly aware that they were being tested.

Kyle continued. “You two are going to watch Frost for the weekend. I assume you can handle dog sitting?”

Ethan’s mind raced over reasons dog sitting was completely impractical: they lived in a tiny dorm room, with barely enough space for the two of them, pets weren’t allowed, and he had no experience caring for any large animals.

“Of course we can!” Jake exclaimed. “We’d love to have him for the weekend, he’s such a cutie.”

“Ethan?” Kyle’s eyes drifted over to him, as if questioning his ability and commitment.

Ethan swallowed. His memory was flooded with images of Frost as he saw him during the walk to the quad, low angle snapshots of his balls and sheath swaying casually under his stride. The dog had a powerful allure, one that Ethan found difficult to resist. “We can do that.” The words escaped his lips.

“Great,” Kyle said, “Are you heading back to campus now? I can get his things and send him home with you.”

“We are.” Jake affirmed, “we’re both in desperate need of a shower.”

Kyle laughed. “Sure seems like it. I’d offer you the shower here, but really, I’d be surprised if there’s any hot water left by now. On the plus side, the dorm showers have way more water pressure, I prefer them myself.” He mused. “Let me get Frost for you real quick.”

Within a couple minutes, Kyle returned with frost and a small bag. “Here you go,” he handed over the bag containing a couple days worth of food, some treats, and other miscellaneous supplies to Ethan. “And for you,” Kyle continued, passing Frost’s leash off to Jake. Kyle checked his phone. “He shouldn’t give you too much trouble, he’s very well behaved. He has a unique personality though, and he needs a lot of… companionship, but I don’t think he’ll prove to much for you.” He paused. “Actually, he may prove too much, but it’s good practice. He’ll grow on you fast.”

Jake held Frost’s leash, kneeling down to let the dog lick his chin. “Ohh… he’s such a sweet boy… I don’t think I could say no to him.” Frost whined in reply, stretching himself to lap at Jake’s face.

Ethan watched, a pang of jealousy rising within him, though whom he was jealous of – Jake or Frost – he wasn’t sure. As if on cue, Frost turned toward Ethan, awaiting his share of affection. Ethan ran his hand over Frost’s head, his fingers sinking into the thick fur of his scruff. His eyes darted between the dog’s face and sheath, unable to rest on either.

Kyle sighed. “Alright, well, You’re lucky you’re both rushing Delta Psi. When I dog sat him as a pledge, my roommate was pissed. Frost is kind of like a founding father here, he gets a lot of privileges in the house and he’s very used to it. Come to think of it, I don’t know if he’s ever stayed in a dorm occupied by two pledges… He’s gonna have a ton of fun with you guys.” With that, Kyle sent them off.

Ethan and Jake began the walk back to their dorm with Frost. Brisk air and late morning sunlight greeted them as they left the haze of the frat house. Jake’s disposition was bright, but well within the norm for him. Ethan, on the other hand, oozed with tension.

“You feeling alright?” Jake asked.

Ethan hesitated, unsure of how to start. “Yeah, I’m great actually, I think I’m just confused.”

Jake thought for a moment. “What, you mean, like, sexually?”

“Yeah… actually. I think I am…” Ethan rested his eyes on Frost for a moment, watching his stride. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” Jake said.

“Are you gay?”

Jake chuckled. “Well… I’m not exclusively gay,” he made scare quotes with his one free hand. “I like girls too, I just really love cock.”

Ethan pondered Jake’s answer, and asked another question. “Do you think I’m gay?”

This time, Jake took a long moment to formulate a response. “When we first met, I did get the impression that there was a mutual attraction between us, but I made no assumptions. It was when you told me you were thinking about joining Delta Psi that I figured you were at least curious.”

Ethan smiled, it was exquisitely ironic to find himself in a situation like this due to his own insecurity. “Funny you say that actually…” He said, “I didn’t know anything about Delta Psi when we met, I just said that to impress you.”

Jake blushed, Ethan pretended not to notice. “So that was a first for you?”

“Oh yeah, that was a first. I have never even kissed another guy.”

“Mhm…” Jake hummed, “for what it’s worth, I think you gave great head, and the way you leaned in for the snowball-kiss move, it was super hot.” He waited. “Really, you’re fulfilling a fantasy of mine. When I saw your name on our room assignment, I was imagining how cool it would be if you were cute and down to fuck. I had this fantasy that I’d get lucky with a roommate that would let me suck his dick, y’know? Maybe spice up a late night study session, lessen the blow of rejection… typical fantasy stuff.”

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. “You want to suck my dick?”

Jake cleared his throat. “Do you want me too?” He asked.

“I do…” The tension left Ethan’s body as he said so aloud. “And… if it isn’t too weird, I’d be willing to blow you too.”

Jake’s smile returned, his face lighting up. “We are going to have so much fun, man… it’s actually crazy…” He trailed off. “So, how are you feeling about all this then? The frat I mean, given the gay stuff and the dogs and all.”

“I think I like it…” Ethan began, “but I would be lying if I didn’t say it’s kinda scary too. It is just more self-discovery than I was expecting.”

“I get it bro, at first I was kinda wigged out by the dog thing too, but when I saw Max’s junk bouncing around in front of my face it all started to make sense to me.”

Ethan nearly tripped over himself. “Uhh…” he stammered, thinking of his encounter with Max. “What do you mean?”

Jake seemed confused. “I mean… like, you know, the ‘walk in the park,’ the bath thing from yesterday, ‘dog sitting’ today… I got the same bath assignment from Kyle just a couple days ago… Are you going to make me say it out loud?”

Ethan was silent.

“How big was he?” Jake asked.

“Who?” Said Ethan, reluctantly.

“You know who.”

Ethan stopped… thinking hard on how he could possibly be misinterpreting Jake’s question. There was very little room for doubt. “He’s huge…” Ethan whispered.

Jake laughed. “I know right? I hear he’s actually the biggest in the house. How far did you go with him?”

Ethan’s mind raced, rapidly re-contextualizing his experience with the frat. “So… wait… you also gave Max a bath?”

“Yeah, I think it’s one of the tests they do.” Jake said. “Don’t tell me you haven’t caught on? I thought it was pretty obvious after that walk to the quad. You mean to tell me you haven’t been thinking about Frost since that first day? Rex rails me in my dreams just about every night. I can practically smell him when I think about him.”

Ethan had been thinking about Frost, but not with the same level of comfort and excitement. “I just… I don’t know… I was ashamed, I thought something was wrong with me.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you. You’re starting to make me feel a little guilty for putting you up to this though. I had figured you were more into dogs than guys. I thought Ben sent you off with Max because you looked uncomfortable jerking off with the rest of us, so you could have some privacy and work up the courage. You seemed so eager afterwords, I assumed it went really well.”

Ethan was shook. If that was Ben’s plan, it worked, and Jake saw right through it. It was relieving to talk about it, and it was starting to arouse him. “It did go well…”

Jake seemed relieved. “How well? I want to know.”

“I just jerked him off a little…” Ethan whispered, “I sucked him off a little too. I finished him with my hand though.” He paused. “Actually, he kissed me too. It was kinda wild.”

“Nice, dude…” Jake had his eyes locked on Frost walking just beside him. “How did his cock feel in your hand? Your mouth? Good? Buzzing in your grip like a lighting rod?”

“It did feel good, surprisingly good.” Ethan was ashamed to say. “I think I liked him more than Ben.”

“Yo! Me too!” Jake shouted. Frost turned his head to look, nudging at Jake’s side. “Sorry buddy, I didn’t mean to get so loud. I’m just excited.” He breathed, returning his attention to Ethan. “Not knocking Ben or anything, he’s got a great cock too, Max is just a freak of nature. He’s a big, wet monster.”

Ethan felt himself getting hard thinking about Max, he never finished last night, and his needs were beginning to resurface, fast. He adjusted himself through his pocket mid stride. “Honestly, I didn’t see it coming. I just got so into bathing him, before I knew it his cock was in my mouth. I was in denial the whole time.”

Jake made a similarly awkward move to adjust himself. “I feel that, it felt impulsive for me too. It definitely seemed like he kicked your confidence into overdrive. When you came back, I half expected you to leave. I was so stoked when you sat down next to me, it was everything I’d hoped for.”

There was a long moment of silence. The original tension had dissipated, replaced by awkward affection.

The silence passed, and Jake spoke. “So, are you into girls or…”

Ethan scanned his thoughts. He had hardly thought about women recently. “I think so, I’m not totally sure I was actually into girls to begin with though. I feel like I was way hornier for Max or Ben than I ever was for my ex.”

“Oh… an ex.” Jake teased.

“It’s not that dramatic.” Ethan said. “We were good. We started dating Junior year of high school, we just ended up at different colleges. It was an amicable break up, all things considered.”

“Was it the breakup that got you curious about guys?” Jake asked.

“I don’t know, maybe.” Ethan looked down. “I just imagined that I’d figure it out at college, so I guess that’s what I’m doing. I think I’m just surprised with myself is all.”

“Well, you are full of surprises.” Jake said. “You know, it doesn’t have to be a binary thing – guys or girls. I think you can enjoy both, I do at least, pretty sure most of the brothers do too.”

“Maybe that’s where I am then…”

Jake smiled. “Hey, actually, I forgot to tell you, one of the girls from Alpha Beta asked me about you. I meant to say something yesterday, I was just in such a rush to get to the party and once we were there… you know…”

Ethan scanned his memory for the Alpha Beta girls. “Was it the girl with the retriever?”

“Yeah, it was! Did I already say this?” Jake doubted himself.

“No, you didn’t mention. I just remember her, we had a moment… Kinda.”

“Well, whatever it was, I think you made an impression.” Jake lowered his voice. “Her name is Catherine. I just so happen to have business ethics with her. She was asking me about who the other guy in the mask was. I didn’t out you of course, but I did say I’d talk to you for her. I think she likes you.”

“She likes me!?” Ethan was surprised.

“What’s not to like?” Jake replied. “Have you seen any of the videos? Of us on the walk I mean. I’d fuck you.”

Ethan had seen some of the videos passing around campus group chats. He was hardly watching himself, however. “You think I should talk to her?”

“Umm… yeah. If you think you two shared ‘a moment,’ it’s probably worth talking to her.” Jake chortled. “And, worst case, if you get rejected, I’ll blow you. I probably give better head than her anyway.”

Ethan smiled, looking toward his feet. “I’ll talk to her then.”

“Great!” Jake’s excitement was palpable. “I’ll give her your number next time I see her. She doesn’t know we’re roommates by the way, just that we’re both pledging Delta Psi.”

Before long, the boys reached the student housing building, entering with Frost in tow. They opened the door to their room, Frost stopped to inspect the threshold. He trotted into the dorm, the clicking of his claws subdued by the cheap rug in the center of the room. The substantial dog looked entirely out of place in the tiny dorm, like a wolf in a minivan. The room felt… smaller.

Frost sniffed every corner, pacing along the wall, turning over discarded clothes and peaking into the trash can. Within a minute, he found the worn couch Jake had stuffed into the room, clamoring up the side and spreading out, claiming a majority of it for himself. Ethan watched Jake settle onto the unoccupied edge. He was trying to be casual, looking at his phone, but his leg bounced restlessly, and his eyes kept flicking toward Ethan, then to Frost, and back again. It was a subtle dance of anticipation, and Ethan noticed it.

Frost, seemingly indifferent to the simmering tension, let out a contented sigh and began to groom himself. The rhythmic rasp of his tongue against his fur was oddly hypnotic, and Ethan couldn’t help but fixate on the muscles rippling beneath his coat. There was something different about Frost. He was a force of nature within a domestic shell, as if a tiger was laying on the couch. His grooming wasn’t hurried. Slow, languid strokes, caressing his fur. His hind leg extended, revealing a glimpse of his thick sheath.

Jake froze. His gaze, too, had fallen on Frost. He shifted on the edge of the couch, as if trying to get a better view. The air in the dorm room grew thick.

Frost, head beneath his leg, slowed his grooming even further. He licked around the base of his sheath, circling it with his tongue. A slow, sensual exploration that seemed intentional. The sound, amplified in the quiet room, was surprisingly potent.

Ethan felt a tingle creep up his neck. He hadn’t expected this so soon. He’d braced himself for some tentative exploration with Jake, but this was… fast. A primal awareness gripped him, the same he felt yesterday, a magnetic pull toward the powerful animal sprawled on their couch. He stole a glance at Jake, whose eyes were wide, fixed on Frost’s tongue. Jake’s leg was bouncing again now, faster.

He… He seems really comfortable,” Jake stammered. It was a poor attempt at normalcy, and they both knew it.

“Yeah,” Ethan managed. “Really relaxed.”

Frost let out a low rumble, a sound that vibrated through the floor. He rolled onto his back, exposing his underside, his sheath wet and pulsing with a subtle rhythm. His balls hung heavy below. He looked directly at Ethan, then at Jake, his eyes filled with an unnerving intelligence. He was presenting himself.

A wave of heat washed over Ethan. He’d never felt this… submissive. He instinctively lowered his gaze, then quickly raised it again, unable to tear his eyes away. The scent of the dog began to permeate the room, a distinct musk he remembered from the frat house – heady and intoxicating – now unadulterated.

Jake swallowed hard. He reached out a tentative hand toward Frost, then hesitated, withdrawing as if afraid of overstepping. Frost let out another rumble, a deeper, more demanding sound. He extended a paw, kicking Jake’s leg. Jake’s eyes locked with Ethan’s.

“Yooo, this dog is crazy!” Jake squealed, his smile beaming. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Ethan looked at Jake, a prominent bulge was visible in his pants. He was sure they were on the same wavelength. “I think he gave you an order actually.” Ethan was surprised by his own words, playing into the conceit of the rush process.

“I think you’re right…” Jake’s eyes said everything.

Jake, emboldened by the direct invitation, knelt closer to Frost, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out and began to stroke the dog’s thick fur. He started with broad, gentle strokes along Frost’s flank, gradually working his way inward towards his belly. “Wow,” Jake breathed, his fingers sinking into the dense coat. “He’s… hot.”

Ethan joined Jake, kneeling by the side of the couch and mirroring his movements. He began to stroke the dog’s chest, his hand lingering in his fur. Frost’s breath deepened, his dark eyes half-closed in satisfaction. The scent of dog, already potent, intensified, clouding Ethan’s senses.

Their hands moved lower, stroking Frost’s tight stomach, getting closer and closer to his genitals. Jake was the first to cross the threshold, allowing his hand to drift over Frost’s sheath, cupping it gently, feeling the pulse within. Frost let out a low groan, his approval clear.

“Oh, he likes that,” Jake stammered, his voice tight with excitement. He started to massage the dog’s sheath, his hand moving in slow, deliberate circles.

Ethan’s hand drifted lower, joining Jake’s. He felt Frost’s sheath grow turgid, a knot began to bulge beneath the fur, as the head of his penis peaked out. The two roommates’ fingers explored freely, testing every inch of the sheath, probing for signs of pleasure, watching Frost’s breath and eyes.

“Dude…” Jake gasped.

Ethan swallowed. “I know…”

Jake removed his hand from Frost’s sheath, traveling lower, lifting his balls to test their heft. He massaged the dog’s scrotum in his palm, while bringing his free hand up to stroke his stomach. The pink flesh of Frost’s cock grew longer, thicker, redder.

Ethan stared. He was already rock hard. His erection strained against his pants. He was so pent up from the night before, his cock twitching against the fabric of his underwear was driving him crazy. His hand was already drifting to his waist. “I gotta let myself out…” Ethan said without thinking, his dick falling out of his pants. He could smell himself.

“Oh my god, man, I know… I got crazy blue balls from last night.” Jake unfastened his pants, shimmying slightly. His cock sprang free, pre-cum flicking from the tip onto the couch cushion. Ethan could smell him too, savoring the scent of his roommate.

Frost’s eyes opened wide as he tasted the air. He rolled slightly, a half turn, his ears pressing against Ethan’s side. His tongue flicked out, tasting the head of Ethan’s cock, the single stroke of wet flesh against his sensitive head sent a jolt up his spine, causing pre to ooze out which Frost lapped up generously – the dog’s erection growing firmer. Ethan gasped, his exhale carrying a note of sublime pleasure.

Ethan’s hand tightened around Frost’s shaft, now long enough to grasp. His stroking became more fervent, driven by his own excitement. He could feel the dog’s power surging in his hand, blood rushing through the veined pillar of muscle filling his palm, pre-cum leaking out with each pulse. Jake followed Ethan’s lead, increasing the pressure of his massage and teasing the knot swelling inside Frost’s sheath.

“Maybe I’m being a little insecure,” Jake started. “But have you noticed how big these dogs are? I don’t think he’s even at full mast, and he’s almost bigger than me.” His voice was playful.

Ethan blushed. “Maybe all dogs have big dicks…” He quipped.

“I like to imagine that.” Jake’s eyes sparkled. “Hey, how about this… we already know Frost is a big boy, we’re both horny, what if we measured and the smallest has to make the others cum before he can finish?”

“Hmm…” Ethan wondered aloud, looking down at Jake’s exposed manhood. “You think you can handle cumming last?” A smile formed on his face.

“Please,” He scoffed, his hand still on Frost’s balls, “I can see you, it’s a fair contest.” He lifted a hand from Frost’s knot and pinched his fingers together, leaving a small space in between. Frost whined, prompting Jake’s hand to return.

Ethan relented. “Ok, fine.” He said, blushing and grinning. “That last inch makes all the difference though.”

“I’ve got a ruler in my backpack. This is probably the first time I’ve even broken it out.” Jake laughed. As he rose, Frost’s head shot up. He grumbled, evidently displeased.

Jake returned, ruler in hand, standing in front of Ethan, his cock swaying before Ethan’s eyes. “Ready?”

“Are you?” Ethan began to rise. Frost whined, rolling in protest, his wet cock rubbing against the cushions, smearing his pre everywhere. “I don’t think he’s gonna let us leave him alone for even a minute.” Ethan said.

“That’s fine, he can join.” Jake waved the ruler around. “I’m curious how big he is too.”

Pre-cum gathered on Ethan’s tip. “You’re so smart, dude.”

Jake motioned for Frost to get on the floor. Though he was reluctant, the dog sloughed off the couch, stretching his back legs as he descended, his cock dangling freely, expressing the tension working out of his legs.

As soon as Frost was on the floor, Jake knelt down, leading Frost onto his back with his hand. “It’s like he understands exactly what I’m going for.” he remarked. Jake scooched forward, doing his best to align his hips with Frost while leaving space for Ethan. “You coming?” He asked, patting the spot beside him. “Last of course.”

Ethan got down on his knees, joining his roommate and frost for the contest. Their cocks twitched and dripped together, hovering inches apart. Jake took himself and Ethan into his free hand, pressing their lengths against Frost’s, their heads rubbing against one another. Ethan jumped, the soft skin of Jake’s head, and the rough tip of Frost’s cock sending a shock through his body.

“Oh… sensitive?” Jake whispered, running his thumb over Ethan’s glans, causing him to twitch and leak. “I’ll tell you one thing, it does feel like you’re just a little thicker than me.”

Ethan smiled wide, his breathing hastened. “Starting to regret your decision?” He asked, his voice shaky.

Jake smiled. “Don’t let it go to your head. It ain’t over ‘till it’s over.” He took Frost’s erection into his free hand, aligning it with his own. Frost’s tongue lolled out, satisfied with the visual comparison. “My hands are full, you gotta do the measuring.” Ethan took the ruler. “From the base.” Jake added.

Ethan brought the ruler to Jake’s cock first, pressing it gently into his stomach. His own cock twitching beside Frost’s. “You’re both at six and a half inches.” He said. “I’ll be honest, I already know I got you beat.”

“What, you’re six and three-quarters?”

Ethan smirked, shifting the ruler to measure himself, taking care to demonstrate the precision of his method. “Seven.”

Jake’s eyes traveled the marks on the ruler. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were packing that much heat to be honest.” he admitted. “Fair is, fair though…” He ran his hand down Ethan’s erection, spreading their pre over his length. Ethan’s back arched, his arms coiling up by his sides as he squeaked in surprise. “Yeah… that’s what I thought. This will be easy.”

Jake let his own cock fall from his hands, focusing on Ethan and Frost, stroking them in turn. “I can tell you’re close bro. You gonna bust on me just like that?” His eyes smoldered.

Ethan squirmed, his face growing red. “I’m pent up, ok?”

“I bet you are.” Jake said. “I’ll be nice to you though.” He dropped Ethan’s cock, leaving it twitching with need. “You want up on the couch, boy?” He spoke to Ethan as if to a dog, only pushing him closer to the edge.

“Fuuuck dude…” Ethan moaned, feeling his cock slip free from Jake’s hand allowed his lust to ebb. “I don’t know what it is, but the pet talk works on me.”

“I think that’s a prerequisite for joining the frat to be honest.” Jake’s voice was low, mellow, dripping with desire. “Now, get up on the couch and I’ll give you a treat.”

Ethan turned bright red, eagerly scrambling onto the couch. He laid back, resting against the arm of the couch. Frost followed quickly, taking the opposite arm, rolling over for easy access.

Jake knelt at the side of the couch, guiding Ethan and Frost’s hips together. Ethan felt the heat of Frost’s body against his. He stared as the dog’s cock pulsed, his knot nearly bursting from his sheath. Even with his knot contained, Frost’s shaft was now of equal length to Ethan’s, maybe even just a little longer. At least Ethan still had a momentary advantage of girth. Frost’s erection had a smooth, entrancing curve to it, narrowing toward the base, as if teasing the gratuitously thick knot bulging just beneath.

Jake grasped a cock in each hand, drinking in the contrast between man and beast. “Damn…” he whispered, parting his lips. Ethan watched in awe as Jake bent down, swallowing Frost’s length, his head sinking ever lower until his nose was against Frost’s sheath, pressing against his knot. Frost whined, his fore-paw twitched. Jake started stroking Ethan, his hand sliding easily over the slick length, teasing his head with a tight squeeze. Ethan heard Jake moan, his mouth full of canine cock.

Ethan let his head fall back. It took every ounce of concentration not to cum. His balls felt swollen, heavy, ready to unload. Then, something wet and warm enveloped his cock. Just as he thought he was about to burst, Jake let up, kissing the tip and rolling his tongue around his glans. He felt his dick pulsating, squeezing pre onto Jake’s lips. Even with such gentle stimulation, he was on the edge, teetering.

Jake switched again. Ethan’s cock fell free, plopping, wet and heavy against his stomach, he was almost disappointed. He lifted his head, his vision coming slowly into focus. Jake was bobbing up and down Frost’s length, the dog’s breathing had begun to pick up, his tongue fell out of his mouth as he pant eagerly. Ethan was rock hard, sure that he was about to cum hands free.

“Dude,” Ethan breathed. “I’m so fucking close…”

Jake hummed in acknowledgment, removing his hand from Ethan’s thigh, re-purposing it for Frost’s pleasure. He grasped Frost’s knot, still in his sheath, using both hands and his mouth to service his canine frat brother. Jake gagged, Ethan saw pre-cum spilling from his lips. Was he swallowing it all until now? He watched Jake closely, his Adam’s apple moving up and down every few seconds.

“Are you swallowing all that?” He asked, partially in disbelief, partially to satisfy himself.

Jake’s lips formed a partial smile, as much as one could with a thick rod in their mouth. Pre-cum spilled out. There was a slurp, and Jake came up to breathe. Frost continued to squirt clear fluid almost a foot into the air, splattering down on Jake, Ethan, and the couch. He just kept going, wave after wave of pre-cum shooting through the air, making a feral mess.

“Yeah,” Jake gurgled, clearing his throat. “He’s like a fountain, it’s insane. Max was the same way. I don’t know what you call this, but it’s my favorite thing about dogs now.” He pulled Frost’s cock down, letting him shoot all over Ethan’s shirt and exposed stomach. “Are you gonna cum if I touch you?”

“You’re about to make me cum without even touching me.” Ethan said, hot fluid rolling off his skin and soaking into the upholstery.

Jake grabbed Ethan’s dick again, aligning him vertically with Frost. Ethan felt the heat of Frost’s cock against his own, the sensation was electric. He felt the texture of Frost’s erection rubbing against his, the dog’s pre-cum flowing down his cock, every detail was discernible in his over stimulated state. Jake slipped a finger between them, sliding easily between the well lubricated shafts. He let out his tongue, and licked them both, flowing from one to the other, teasing ever so gently.

“Would you be upset if I said Frost tastes better than you?” Jake teased, his face wet with their fluids.

Ethan was gasping, trying to control his breathing and to prevent himself from cumming. He whimpered, nodding his head.

“I’ll give you a break. I like watching you squirm.” Jake reached for the ruler left by the couch. Ethan grit his teeth, pulling himself from the edge. “Let’s see how big Frost is now.”

Jake gripped Frost’s sheath, holding his cock straight up. He placed the ruler alongside him. “Woah,” Jake’s smile widened. “I got ten and a half inches if you include the knot.” He flipped the ruler horizontally, “His knot is about four, four-and-a-half inches wide… I wish I had some measuring tape to get the circumference though.” Jake kissed Frost’s cock from tip to base, running his tongue down it’s length, slipping it into his sheath. “Blegh!” Jake scraped his tongue with his front teeth.

Ethan let out an exasperated chuckle. “I thought he tasted better than me.”

“He does! His sheath is just… extra spicy.” Jake said. “We’ll have to measure him again once he’s all the way out. I’m not sure I got it right.” He turned to Ethan, smiling. “No question though, he’s bigger than you. You know what that means?”

“W… What?” Ethan tried to respond.

“That means he cums first.”

“Brooo…” Ethan’s hands covered his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever edged this hard.”

“Just play with his nuts while I work, bro. You’re next.” Jake dived back in, taking the squirting dog cock into his mouth. One of his hands returned to the knot, massaging it, attempting to coax his sheath back and free him. Ethan cupped Frost’s balls, feeling their weight in his hand, tugging gently, and admiring the soft skin of his scrotum, a splash of color midst pure white. Frost reflexively kicked his leg and whined. Jake’s other hand was on Frost’s chest, his fingers gripping fur. He stroked the dog’s stomach as his head bobbed up and down, moaning softly. Frost seemed to enjoy it, his head falling back over the arm of the couch.

Ethan was entranced. He watched red flesh flash between Jake’s lips, Frost’s thick cock filling his roommate’s throat. Ethan’s eyes were fixed on the knot, eagerly waiting for it to escape. Then, with tantalizing slowness, the knot appeared, slipping free from its sheath. He felt Frost’s balls lift slightly. Jake’s moaning was interrupted by a short squeak, before he buried the dog as deep into his throat as he could, his breathing stopped.

Jake’s moaning grew louder, more frantic, struggling to accommodate his canine brother’s climax. Ethan watched, his roommate’s head shifting with each orgasmic contraction, his moans growing more muffled, as Jake swallowed – again and again – all that he could. Ethan felt Frost’s balls tighten shortly before each moan, followed by a loud gulp. Jake was wearing out, Ethan could feel it. Cum and spit dripped down to Frost’s balls, falling onto his hand. Jake had closed his eyes tight, his swallowing stopped, and cum sputtered out the side of his mouth. Like a champ, he tried once more before he gagged, cum dripping from his nose as he came up for air.

Frost’s cock emerged from Jake’s throat, slick and glistening, his full glory on display as he ejaculated. Ethan’s eyes widened, fixated on the rhythmic bounce of Frost’s cock, each repetition sending a shining arc of white fluid into the air. Ropes of cum sprayed across the room, coating the couch, landing in shimmering trails on Jake’s back and shoulders. A generous portion glazed Ethan himself, landing on his shirt, another landing on his groin, trailing a warm, sticky path down to his balls. Jake gasped for breath, cum dripping from his lips. “Holy shit man…” He said, a stray rope splattering against his cheek.

The image was seared into Ethan’s mind – Frost’s body, shuddering with release, the glistening sheath, the bulbous knot. It was a bestial spectacle, burning away any lingering doubt, any vestige of shame. He had completely surrendered to the primal urges swirling within him, crossing every possible boundary with Jake and Frost. He was transfixed, utterly lost in the miracle unfolding before him. A tremor ran through him, a kind of awe. He watched as Jake gasped for breath, strands of cum clinging to his lips, his chest heaving with exertion. He breathed in sympathy with Jake. The air was thick and heavy, a miasma of primal urges. Frost’s cum dominated the scent profile – a warm, metallic tang with an underlying, animalistic aroma that clung to the back of Ethan’s throat. Beneath the fresh, overpowering seed, lay the lingering scent of Ethan and Jake’s own unwashed bodies, the room was overwhelmingly male. He felt Frost’s balls, still pulsating in his hand, and squeezed gently.

Jake’s voice was weak and raspy. “Imagine this guy cumming inside you…” The thought sent a jolt of electricity through Ethan’s core, it wasn’t repulsive, not anymore. He felt cum splattering over his slickened skin, the warm residue marking him. He could feel the phantom weight of Frost’s engorged cock inside him, the insistent pulse driving him to the edge.

He found his gaze returning to frost. The dog’s shuddering cock continued to spasm, Jake’s grip unable to contain the creature. Each contraction sent another wave of pleasure rippling through the air. Ethan noticed the fine veins tracing the length of Frost’s shaft, the powerful contour of his knot, the way it pulsed with life. It was an intoxicating, alien masculinity. Then, he saw Jake shift toward him.

Without a word, Jake opened his mouth, as a wet warmth enveloped Ethan’s cock, and a groan involuntarily escaped his lips. Jake’s mouth closed around him, and the sensation was immediate, overwhelming.

The heat of Jake’s mouth, the subtle rasp of his tongue, the wet, tight embrace of his lips. Ethan’s consciousness narrowed again, shrinking to the exquisite pleasure. He couldn’t look away, fingers digging into the damp cushion. Ethan stared at Jake’s head, bouncing on his cock. Frost’s manhood twitched on Jake’s neck, slung over his shoulder, strands of cum squirt, flowing down the dog’s shaft, dripping a path over Jake’s collarbone.

Jake’s tongue danced over Ethan’s glans, expertly circling, flicking, and teasing. Ethan gave a low whimper. He felt a tremor run through him, building with each stroke. He caught a glimpse of his roommates slack face, his eyes glazed with desire. Jake’s hands, slick with Frost’s cum, gripped his shaft and fondled his balls. Ethan’s body arched instinctively, moaning in a desperate plea for release as Jake’s mouth tightened around him. The feeling was almost too much.

He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning and twitching as a powerful surge of ecstasy ripped through him, and he felt himself begin to contract, his muscles clenching uncontrollably. He felt Jake shudder around him, moaning like he did with Frost. The rhythmic throbbing intensified with each contraction as warm fluid flooded into Jake’s mouth. He felt Jake grip his shaft, milking him, urging him on.

Simultaneously, he felt Frost’s powerful body shudder, a final, convulsive spasm releasing a hot wave of cum onto his face and chest. Strands of seed dripped down his chin, tracing a hot path over his skin. The scent was overpowering, primal, and intoxicating.

He felt Jake’s throat working, swallowing every drop, it was unbelievably intimate. He felt a warmth spreading through his limbs, a peace known only in perfect sleep, he allowed the sensation to wash over him, as he released himself into Jake’s mouth.

Jake shuddered against him, their collective pleasure swirling around them. Ethan could feel Jake reveling in his size, drinking in the sensation of his cock spasming down his throat. Jake’s moans pushed him further, eager to provide his roommate with everything he wanted.

The world slowly came back into focus for Ethan, the paralyzing pleasure still thrumming through his body. He lay on the couch, slick with their combined fluids, breathing heavily. Jake, between his legs, let out a low whistle.

“Dude, what was that?!” Jake asked, his voice raspy. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving a streak of white among many. “Seriously, Frost is a fucking machine. You too!”

Ethan chuckled, a shaky sound. “No kidding. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.” He glanced down at frost, who was now panting quietly, his eyes half-closed, cock slowly twitching. “He’s intense.”

“Intense is an understatement,” Jake replied, grinning. “You didn’t try to swallow his load. I could have drowned!”

Ethan flushed. “I’m kinda soaked though, to be honest…”

“Yeah, you’re gonna need a long shower,” Jake said, straightening up and looking at the mess Frost made. “Like, a hazmat decontamination kind of shower.” He looked around the room. “This is gonna be a bitch to clean.”

Just then, Frost kicked Ethan lightly in the side with his hind leg, pressing his back against the couch and pushing his dick onto Ethan’s, his tongue tasting the air.

Jake burst out laughing. “Holy shit, there’s no way that means what I think it means.”

Ethan stared at Frost in surprise, the dog’s fully engorged manhood dwarfing his own. “I think it does…”

“Well, what are you gonna do?” Jake asked, smirking.

Ethan grinned, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I don’t think he’s finished.” He leaned forward, his gaze locking with Frost’s. “Alright, big bro. My turn.” He reached out and began to gently stroke Frost’s wet cock, as Jake replaced Ethan on the couch, preparing for a weekend of bestial debauchery.