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Andy’s Dogma

Part 1: Book of Ty

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The ruined cathedral’s walls rose high in arching sweeps, the rafters a series of domes that came to a head easily over three hundred feet high, at least it would have if it were still in one piece. The cathedral’s dome had long since been de-crowned from the structure leaving a wide open hole to let in the sunlight that filtered down onto the rain stained altar, the stone speckled with moss and liken that couldn’t be scraped off. Atop it was a crimson silk cloth that ran the length of the altar and hung off the sides. Pews ran in neat rows down the grand hall, all facing that apex, framed by shattered windows and broken stained glass.

A man walked in, his feet padding his echoing steps across the walls as he approached the altar and knelt. He wore a crimson robe cut of the same cloth as the runner on the alter. He pulled back his hood to reveal he was a white tiger, his dark stripes running over his form like battle scars. As the hood came off, the shoulders draped down, showing off the musculature of his back, his powerful form on display. He was a Hrothgar, his form powerful and imposing despite his short stature. The man was young, his dark framed glasses resting on his muzzle, his black fangs sinking down like onyx blades to frame this pearly white teeth. He was muttering a prayer, his strong fingers folded as he smiled. The nape of his rope dipped down to show his chest, his downy white fur fluffy despite the powerful muscle beneath it threatening to push it away.

“Prophet Tomac?” Someone asked, another man cloaked in crimson, his muzzle the only thing sticking out from the dark hood.

“You do realize you’re interrupting my prayer, right?” The tiger responded without turning.

“Yes, I know, but the initiates are here and eager to serve,” the man said, his muzzle dipping down in shame. The slight orange on his muzzle graced with black accents. “I need to know if we must open the cathedral doors or do you wish for your privacy?”

“Let them in,” Tomac answered. “It won’t be long now.”

“Yes,” the acolyte nodded before going to the front of the cathedral were a few other robed men were standing, their sleeves rolled back to show their powerful arms. They had black hands, their claws as dark as night, and half way up their forearms it bled to orange. They swung the doors open, the various people from around the globe came walking in. They were quiet, reverent as they took their seats, and then overflowed, people standing in the halls and against the walls, and still there were more souls.

Tomac didn’t even need to look back, he knew the allure their god had. He simply stood and walked to the other side of the altar and pulled out a large book from under it and placed it in the sunrays that graced the table cloth. Then he looked up and smiled, his black eyes and red irises glowing with a warmth that set everyone at ease.

“You may be seated,” Tomac answered before opening the tome. “You’re here for the quincentennial of our lord and master’s ascension, and much like all our celebrations, we start with his story. A story of how a god was born, raised as one of us, and proved he was more, better, stronger, a god amongst gods.”

Tomac waited, the people hanging on his every word.

“Normally we would recite the story according to the calendar, but today, we shall read the story in its entirety. Once you’ve all heard, you will all be true members of His church, and you will be His.”

Tomac simply opened to the first page and started reading.

“It was thousands of years ago,” Tomac nodded. “Long before even I met our lord and master Andy—”

“Praise be to his name,” the response to Andy’s name echoed off the walls, reverberated through the church and echoed off the mountains like the church itself was breathing out the commandment.

“For today, please hold your tongue, as hard as it may be,” Tomac smiled. “We’ll be hearing His name a lot. If you must say it, say it silently in prayer. Now, the story of Andy as dictated by his prophet. The year was five foot ten in the length of our lord, centuries before even our ancestors graced the craters of His footprints.”

***Thousands of Years Earlier***

Andy was excited to be a college jock. Every movie and dirty porno the fox had ever watched gave him a slanted view of how college athletes were put on a cock sucking pedestal. He wasn’t under some delusion that he was going to be some sort of frat god that would either have his dick in some warm hole or in the wrestling ring dominating his opponents, but he was sure he could get a taste of that between classes.

If only he knew.

Andy went to college on a wrestling scholarship, his body a prime example of what one can do with the gifts they are given. At five foot ten, he was above average, and his build wasn’t anything to scoff at. Sure, he didn’t place at state, but he sure as hell gave the medalists a run for their spot on the podium. His green fourth place ribbon was enough to pay half his tuition outright and get him in the door. Andy didn’t blame the judges, nor the college for not simply giving him everything. They didn’t know. How could they have known what he was when he didn’t even know? Besides, at the time, something that would now be considered blasphemy was the painful truth.

There were simply people out there that were better than him. A reality that Andy would eventually rectify, but a reality in his current state none the less. Strength isn’t borne in a vacuum, it is made, and Andy was no exception. So when he started his first day of practice, it wasn’t any surprise that he was put through the ringer.

Andy showed up to his practice in his singlet, his powerful and toned shoulders eating the elastic strapped to them, his pecs pushing the fabric away from his chest to hide his shallow abdominals. His foot paws were on full display. Powerful stompers that were a mix of foot and paw, powerful heel, slight arch, and thick digits that showed he had plenty more to grow. His thighs were clad in his spandex, the thick hamstrings pushing out to show his young and plump muscle. Andy was coming in when his captain came by and gave him the typical greeting of his peers.

“Cup check!” The tiger said as he walked by and patted the foxy freshmen’s groin. Andy admits that he flinched from the sudden touch, his tail striking up in anticipation of the pain. Instead, there was just a soft knock of the tiger’s knuckles rasping against his protection. “Good on ya newbie! Most of the freshmen don’t bring their own cup.”

“Thanks man,” Andy chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, exposing his fuzzy, hairy pit. “I don’t like coming underprepared.”

“Same, what’s your name rookie?” The tiger popped his hip and crossed his arms. The guy was clearly in the middle of cutting, his form a bit more bulked up than what his picture showed him, but if anything it just made him look bigger. The tiger was easily six foot two and wide enough to eclipse Andy. The fox needed to look up at the taller male before him, making him feel almost small. “Hey? You there?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s Andy,” the fox lifted his hand. “Nice to meet ya dude.”

“Hey, I ain’t your dude,” the tiger smacked Andy’s hand in a little hand shake that included a clap and a fist bump. “We’re on the same team here. We’re bros. Heard you got third runner up in state. Nothing to scoff at with your weight class. Kind of got a big pool to fuck around with. Nice man.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty good at what I do,” Andy lifted his arms and flexed them both, his biceps forming strong softball sized lumps.

“Yeah, don’t get too cocky,” the tiger leaned in and flexed his arm next to his. Sure, Andy was more defined, but the tiger’s bulk easily left him in the dust. “The name’s Tyler, but everyone just calls me Ty. The ladies call me Big Guy, and the boys call me Daddy.”

Ty gave Andy a cocky wink and the fox’s eyes glittered. He admired Tyler, the guy was a total stud. A bisexual stud that he could emulate, one that he could aspire to be.

And eventually exceed.

But that’s how Ty and Andy became best friends. Andy and Ty were thick as thieves, and it allowed Andy to get into the frat no problem. It was almost too easy. All he really needed to do was wear a singlet at one of his meets designed to cause a wardrobe malfunction. It took only half of one grapple for his singlet to split down the middle and have his cup fall out and his dick to swing into the open. No one noticed until after Andy had pinned his opponent and stood up, his wrestling rager pounding against his chest. Everyone called Andy “Splitter” from then on, his legendary ten inch dick having won him the meet.

Andy normally wouldn’t be so brazen with showing off his body. He was still kind of new to the team, so it was kind of embarrassing, but when everything was said and done, Andy gave Ty a wink when the tiger handed him the towel to cover up, the crowd almost groaning in disappointment.

“So, am I your guy?” Andy asked.

“My guy?” Ty furrowed his brow.

“Ya know, your guy to put in the frat?” Andy answered.

“Oh, hell yeah man!” Ty smacked him on the back. “You’re fucking in! Do you have any idea how much pussy and ass we’ll drag in after we show the sororities and fag-turneties this.”

Tyler opened his phone to show a video of the exact moment his junk fell out, his monster cock flopping forward.

“Shit…” Andy felt embarrassed to have been exposed, but something in the way Tyler said it made the fox feel a sense of pride. “Hey, can you send me that vid?”

“I’ve already sent it to everyone else, you might as well get a copy,” Tyler lifted his fist and Andy bumped it. “You want to see some of the pics I got back?”

“Hell yeah,” Andy and Tyler walked to the showers to rub one out, the two measuring up to one another as they stroked it in the shower. That’s when Andy realized that Ty might be bigger than him, but not in the one place that counted. The tiger had a nice cock, easily eight inches, but put an eight inch next to a ten and you’ll see the vast difference. Andy’s girth alone made Ty look pitiful in comparison.

“Holy shit dude, you got a hot cock,” Ty grunted.

“You getting off to my dick dude?” Andy cocked a brow.

“Dude, how many other dicks have you seen? You got a huge, fat, sexy knob that’s just begging to be slobbed,” Tyler gave him a wink. “I would know.”

“Yeah, you got a big dick yourself,” Andy gave him the compliment.

“Gay, Ha! Just messing with you bro,” Ty chuckled and punched Andy’s shoulder playfully. “Now hurry up and bust, cuz we got another match in ten.”

Andy felt his pride burn in his chest, he huffed, his fur rustling in pleasure as he stroked his cock, his hand rolling over his shaft, slick with his own pre.

“Oh fuck dude, I’m gunna bust,” Tyler huffed. “You need some extra lube bro?”

“You wanna cum on my dick, dude?”

“More like cum for your cock,” Ty chuckled. “I said it was hot, wasn’t it?”

Andy didn’t want to make his friend feel bad, and he didn’t know if he even liked having his cock cummed on, but he was willing to try.

“Yeah dude, come here,” Andy said and Ty came over, threw his arm over Andy’s neck and back, his palm resting on the fox’s shoulder as they stroked to the finish line. The tiger felt like he was looming over him, but the way Ty hunched forward to look at Andy’s dick made the fox feel a bit taller than before. Tyler was close, his shaft already angry red and bouncing before he muffled his tiger screech to shoot his load. Thick, potent lances shot over Andy’s hand and glazing his knuckles. Andy felt that nut on his cock, the warm, slick, lube glazing his cock as he stroked, making his toes curl. Andy threw his head back and panted deep through the pleasure as he stroked it off hard and fast. Ty’s cum frothed over his dick, accenting his veins as he stroked it hard and fast.

Andy later would think about how his friend busted his nut for him, offered his pleasure up to him as a means to enhance his. This may have been a formative moment in his mind of how to run his religion many millennia later, but in that moment, all Andy knew was the pleasure of winning, and his friend’s helping hand.

“Huh?” Andy felt Tyler’s hand on his cock.

“Dude, let me help, it’s okay,” Ty huffed.

Andy was already close, but once Ty started stroking him, he was finished. His toes flexed, his cock throbbed, his balls drew up and he busted over the tile of the showers, his babies getting lost in the grout before the hot water washed them away.

“Fuck dude, you cum so fucking much,” Ty huffed, the tiger looking like a cat ready to go head first into the cream bowl. “But rinse up fast, we got another match and we’ll be more at ease with all that testosterone pumping through us, ya know.”

“H-Holy shit dude, that fucking rocked.”

And Andy wasn’t lying. It was the first of many wank sessions at meets. It was Andy’s openness to the ritual that probably lead to them sharing a room at the frat, despite Ty being a junior and Andy a freshman.

The school was going to do anything it could to keep its favorite athletes happy, and waiving the campus mandatory first-year dorm stay was easy enough to placate them. So, Andy and Ty were roommates. They shared a bachelor pad in the frat with about twelve other guys, and whatever sluts would wander in. Andy did say that he had to sleep on the couch a few times because he would come back after a long day of studying to find a sock on the door, but Andy got it. Ty was the fucking man on campus, especially for someone who was only a junior, his senior year was going to be the shit, and Andy was going to hitch a ride all the way to the big leagues.

Though, once the leaves started to change color, things started to get a big odd.

“Dude, I feel warm. Is it warm in here?” Andy asked as he laid in bed.

“Dude, just go to sleep, it’s fucking cold out,” Ty huffed.

“I mean, I feel like I’m burning up,” Andy threw his covers off to reveal he was wearing nothing but boxers. His underwear clung to his legs and bunched up around his mythic fuck log. “Mind if I go commando or whatever?”

“Dude, do whatever you want. I got a presentation tomorrow morning and I don’t want to be exhausted. I don’t care.”

Andy decided to keep his thoughts to himself and ditch the underwear. He pulled his boxers down to reveal his thick hog, his sweaty musk filling the air and tainted the already musky room with his powerful, salty aroma. His balls sagged, each a large egg full of young, virile sperm. Steam practically rolled off them, his cock flopping to the side and stuck to his thigh. The sudden rush of cool air did bring him a moment of relief, but he was just so warm. He lifted his arms above his head, resting them against the cool wood of the headboard as he panted as softly as he could. He didn’t want to piss off Ty.

Andy stretched out his legs and was relieved to feel the cool of the backboard. He pressed his toes against it, the musky digits leaving tracks of sweat as he tried to relax. He was already pretty musky from practice, not that he didn’t shower, but there was only so much one could do when you work out all the time. His sheets were starting to drink in his sweat, the fabric soaking up his musky aroma. His body shuddered, his toes pressing harder against the backboard to relieve the heat.

Then his sleepy eyes cracked open as a thought occurred to him. Was he touching the top and bottom of his bed? Andy glanced down over his pectorals, the curve of his abdominals and cum gutters pointing down to his hot, lazy cock as it drooped against his thigh like a wilted plant. His powerful legs pushed forward, his toes pressing against the headboard and his heels rising away from the wood and causing him to push himself up just a hair to press his head against the headboard.

“Oh shit…” Andy gave a half little smirk as he remembered this feeling back in middle school when he first started puberty. His body would get hot, he would sweat, and he got stinky so easy. Was it happening again? Andy’s heart pounded in his chest as he remembered his previous growth spurt put him as one of the biggest guys in high school when he finally evened out. What was he going to be now already at five foot ten?

Andy had trouble getting to sleep that night, not just at the thought of his impending growth spurt, but from his cock getting hard. That was another thing about puberty. It hardly took anything to get hard as steel. Andy had the quietest wank session he could, coating his chest in his cum and letting it cool his gut off before he finally fell asleep.

“Dude!”

Andy was woken with his underwear smacking him in the face.

“The least you could do is wake me so we could jerk it together,” Ty huffed, already pulling his sweatpants up and going for a sweater.

“You had a presentation today,” Andy blearily responded.

“You think I couldn’t go for a bit of stress relief before? Come on bro, stop being selfish with that cock.” Ty then slipped his cutoff sweater on that allowed the perfect view of his chest and nips. “Don’t let it happen again.”

“You got it,” Andy flopped back on the bed, but shuddered at the feeling of his sweat outline he had made. It was cold, too cold, and yet he was still hot. Was he getting sick? Maybe it wasn’t a growth spurt and maybe he just caught something.

“You appear perfectly healthy to me,” the campus nurse reassured as she finished taking Andy’s vitals. “Seems like you’re just running a bit hot. Not a fervor though. Maybe try drinking more fluids and taking a cool shower. If it persists, my suggestion would be to go to the doctor and get it checked out.”

Andy didn’t give it much thought as he wasn’t really feeling bad per-say, just having trouble sleeping. He always ran hot and it was difficult to keep cool in the stuffy frat. The only saving grace was that Andy got the window side of their room so he could crack it to keep it cool. Ty didn’t care because he could just bundle up a bit more and keep himself warm. Andy didn’t even notice he was still overheated until he was waiting in line for his weigh in on one of his wrestling meets.

“Dude, are you sick or something? You’re burning up,” Ty lightly nudged his friend with his fist on his shoulder. The fox just shrugged.

“I guess I just run hot now. I feel better than ever,” Andy winced as he rolled his shoulders, his pits a musky crevice of sweat. “Though it is kind of getting annoying, constantly needing to change shirts and shower. I can deal with that, but the worst part is my clothes are starting to feel tight.”

“Got to lay off the carbs,” Ty smacked Andy’s belly with the back of his hand, only to rasp them against hard abdominals. “Shit dude, you skipping out on the freshmen twenty or what?”

“I don’t know dude, can’t get enough to eat and I don’t put on any bulk,” Andy shrugged. “It’s like my gut’s a furnace that keeps burning calories and building me up.”

“Damn dude, you’re rock solid,” Ty pressed his fingers against Andy’s abdominals. The fox decided to be a little cocky and flexed. The sudden bunching of those muscles made the Tiger chuckle. “Fuck dude, you weren’t even flexing before? How shredded are you?”

“I don’t know,” Andy answered honestly. “I just know I’ve been trying to bulk up to put me in a higher weight class.”

“Why would you want to go up a class? You’re able to beat people down in your current one.”

“I just don’t want anyone blaming my size as the reason they lost,” Andy lifted his arm and flexed, the double peaks showing off his progress over the past few months, his armpit hair twisted and matted from his sweat.

“People will think what they’re going to think bro,” Ty rolled his eyes before flexing his arm and putting it next to Andy’s. “Besides, not like you’re the big guy on campus.”

“No, but I’m catching up,” Andy flexed harder, and sure enough, the peak of his muzzle rose a little further. Ty nodded in approval, but just because he was still bigger.

“Alright, alright, I see the work you’ve been putting in, Splitter,” Ty smirked. “Just don’t come crying to me when you hit your plateau and overexert yourself. Fucking sucks to wrestle with muscle fatigue.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever really had that problem,” Andy shrugged and they put their arms down again.

“Yeah, because you haven’t pushed yourself this hard before,” Ty gestured him forward. “Your turn bud.”

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Andy scratched the back of his head as he walked up to the scale. He stood there, his thick thighs swaggering as he stood up, one foot and then the next, the slight sound of stitches staining on his shoes filled the air. The weight clanked down to the side and the person recording slid the scale over, and over…and over!

“Mister Andy Renard, looks like you’re just under the next weight class from…oh,” the judge furrowed his brow and pushed the scale forward a hair more. “My mistake. You’ve grown ten pounds since your last meet.”

“Shit, really?” Andy’s tail swished behind him happily.

“Yeah, unusual to gain that much that quickly, but you’re still a growing man,” the judge scribbled something down. “We’ll have to assess if you’re going to need to go up a weight class or not with your coach, but for now just stand off to the side.”

Andy stepped off the scale and Ty gave him a pat on the back before getting himself weighed as well. They did end up having to bump Andy into another weight class, but that also meant him and Ty were only one class away from each other. Though, Andy wasn’t ready for the meet with his new weight class, and he got an earful from his coach about keeping his weight under control, but it turned out there was little to nothing Andy could do.

“Looks like your results came back,” the doctor spoke to Andy with a calm and even tone. “Looks like you’re going through another puberty. Your hormones are far from stable and causing you to go through another growth spurt.”

“Fuck yeah man,” Andy quickly covered his mouth. “Oh, sorry. I just think it’s really cool I get to grow more.”

“I get your excitement, especially for an athlete like you,” the doctor tapped his pen on the clipboard. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it at the moment. You’re still within acceptable range, but you’ve jumped up an inch and gained thirty pounds. That’s a lot of growth in just a four month period. I say check up with me in the summer to see where you’re at.”

“You got it!” Andy gave his doctor a thumbs up and hopped down from the observation table only for his shoes to groan, tear, and pop open. “Oh shit.”

Andy’s shoes had burst at the seams, his sweaty toe claws tearing through the fabric. He had to admit that he liked the open air, but it brought up a new concern. If he was going to get bigger, he’d have to get a new wardrobe.

“Dude, doesn’t your scholarship cover clothing?” Ty asked as they walked back from classes. The tiger had his sweats on while Andy was walking in shorts and a cutoff T.

“No, I didn’t get the same scholarship as you dude,” Andy huffed, his breath catching fog in the late autumn air. “It only covered half my tuition and now I need to find the scratch for a whole new fit. Where am I going to get that?”

“Dude, calm down,” Ty chuckled. “I got an idea, but…I don’t know if it’s your style.”

“Not my style?” Andy huffed. “What is it, book work or some shit at the library? I don’t care if I’m pushing weights or books, I need the cash.”

“Okay man, here’s the deal,” Ty put his hands together. “You know how I don’t’ let you in the room? The sock on the door?”

“Yeah? What of it?” Andy bounced a heel against the sidewalk as they stopped to talk.

“Some of them are, ya know, clients—”

“Wait, you pay for sex?”

“No,” Ty gave him a sly grin before leaning into his ear. “They pay me—”

“Dude! You’re a gig—” Andy cut himself off and leaned into his friend’s ear before continuing. “You’re a gigolo?”

“Nah dude, it ain’t like that,” Ty’s put his hands up. “No some guys are just freaks and they like big jocks like us, but they don’t got the goods, ya know. They don’t look as hot as us and they got low self-esteem, or they’re fucking nerds or some shit, but nerds got needs…”

“So you fuck them?” Andy furrowed his brow.

“No, they pay me to worship my feet,” Ty huffed quietly. “Can we, like, get off the street for this?”

“I mean, sure, but…wait, people pay you to what? Message your feet?”

“Dude, it’s so much more. They message them, they kiss them, and if they pay extra, I let them lick them and stuff.”

“So, how does this relate to my foot problem?” Andy narrowed his eyes.

“Dude, I got a client waiting back at the frat right now. You want to join in and I can show you the ropes? Split the cash?”

Andy paused to think about it. “How much cash we talking?”

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