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Author's note: Like I said before, this idea came to me after hearing about a weird hazing ritual at a certain fraternity. I'm not entirely sure if it's true or not, but just so you know, it wasn't anything like what's depicted here. Just the idea of a weird hazing ritual gave me that spark.

I wanted to add the "Psychological" tag to this, but I don't think it really applies to the entire story.

Anyway, enough of me talking. Here's the second part of Justin's story:

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Justin ran out of the frat house, panting, heart pounding, and his clothes half-on. He was wearing his pants, but only socks on his feet and no shirt, exposing his white chest and grey back that had gotten wet from drunk people being clumsy with the alcohol being served. He stopped across the street, catching his breath. Looking behind him, he saw some of the sophomore frat guys, along with a couple girls in the house, open the door and look at him, wondering what the commotion was. He looked in his hand, holding his Swiss Army knife, with the large blade still folded out. There was a small line of blood on the sharp edge. He squeezed the handle and then ran back to his dorm room.

Once he managed to fumble with his keys and get the door unlocked, get himself in, and then fell to his knees, in prayer. "Forgive me," he said to nobody in particular, "but that was called for. I had no other choice."

He remained there, head down, wanting to get the traumatic experience out of his mind. Unfortunately, all that could happen was the event flashing through his mind yet again.

A few hours ago:

_To Justin, getting into the Omega Beta Epsilon fraternity didn't appear to be that big of a deal. Heck, rushing itself didn't seem to be that big of a deal. Besides, most people came out of it alive, and hazing was outlawed years ago! What could go wrong?

Apparently, a lot could go wrong.

Justin entered the house, for their "initiation ceremony," something Justin expected to be relatively harmless and somewhat cheesy, since the drinking games and double-dares of old he'd heard about had since been made illegal. He literally worried about nothing. Well, that is, until he got into the place. Booze was everywhere; ranging from cheap Natural Lite to the 40% alcohol by volume Vodka. He knew people drank at college, whether they were of legal age or not, but he had no idea people drank this much!_

The relatively dim lights up around the corners of the ceiling and some illuminating from behind the bar, showing off a massive collection of empty rum, gin, whiskey, vodka, and other such bottles. There was a predominant amount of Jagermeister and Jack Daniel's up on those shelves, making him shiver at the sheer thought that that much alcohol had been consumed. The only thing Justin had ever drank was a glass of champagne he snuck from his parents one New Year's Eve, while they were sleeping, when the bottle had already been opened. He didn't drink enough to cause any mental effects, but that was about it. He'd only had sips of other alcoholic drinks, and to him, they tasted nasty. He drank beverages for the taste. Clearly, these guys only drank this stuff for the effects of the alcohol. After a drunk otter stumbled into him and spilled his glass onto Justin's back, he entered the room where the initiation was supposed to take place.

Here, there was a room with very dim, dark blue-toned lights. Completely empty except for chairs lining the walls, it seemed to only be missing a small campfire in the middle to feel like this was a place where we'd tell ghost stories. But, knowing college guys in a suburban college, that wasn't what was going to happen. Justin took his seat next to some random guys, since people sat down in no particular order, and some of the frat guys, a jaguar and a bull, probably juniors, stood in the middle. They wore somewhat stereotypical preppy clothes; a polo tee-shirt, khaki shorts.

The bull cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Welcome, boys," he began, "to the initiation of the brotherhood of Omega Beta Epsilon," he began with a low, but very mellow voice, "We're glad you joined. So, we're going to just cut the stupid formalities and get this started."

This elicited a slight giggle from some of the guys.

"So," continued the jaguar, "we're going to randomly pick your names out from this hat over here," he gestured towards the hat, "and whoever we call out will follow us. The initiation ceremony is done individually."

With that, the jaguar reached into the hat, and pulled out a small slip of paper. Justin's heart started pounding.

"Justin Tarin," he read.

Damn it, he thought, Oh well... This'll at least just get it over with faster and spare myself the sheer anxiety.

Biting his lip, he stood up and walked up to the two in the center. The bull patted him on the shoulder and the jaguar just nodded, turned around, and walked towards the hallway nearby.

Walking through the hallway, Justin was getting red flag after red flag in his head. Dark hallway, few to no others around, secluded rooms... what next? A torture chamber? One such red flag was when the jaguar, opening the door to a secluded room, slapped Justin's ass before he went in. He shook it off, thinking that it was more of a friendly gesture than he thought. Suddenly, after only taking two nervous steps into this dark room, he felt a hard shove to his back, resulting in him stumbling into the room, and then the door closing, engulfing him in sheer darkness, minus a stray light from through the window shades. It was so dark, and he was so maladjusted to the almost nonexistent light, he couldn't even see his hands when he held them in front of his face. Nor could he see the fact that the jaguar and the bull were also in the room, with the jaguar taking advantage of his superior night vision and positioning himself behind the dazed Justin.

Suddenly, Justin heard a slight jingling behind him, then the firm grip of the bull on his right hand. "What the...!?" he exclaimed as he was suddenly forced down onto what felt like a bed and a very strong hand clasped over his muzzle.

"Hey, shut up!" a gruff voice whispered, "do you want to be in this brotherhood or not?"

Justin remained silent. He felt sharp claws quickly tear his shirt off, and gruff hands undo the button and zipper on his pants. He tried to move his arms, but one was clearly being held down by the bull's hand, and the other was held down by something that he figured was the jaguar's hand or leg. There was some bickering. "Where're the handcuffs?" one voice demanded.

"I don't know! I thought you had it!"

"God damn it! ... We'll just have to make due."

He managed to see two eyes with light reflected in them face him. "Are you going to be a good boy?" they asked, in a moderately intimidating tone. He could just make out the shapes of their heads. Justin briskly nodded, largely to help him carry out a plan he managed to think up in the time adrenaline started to flush through his body once he realized what was going to happen to him. He always kept a Swiss Army knife in his pocket, and he took a few classes in self-defense. Although his plan had considerably little thought put into it, he knew he had no other plan that he could hatch out. Kick, knife, go, he thought to himself, it's that simple.

Suddenly, before he could act, his pants were suddenly pulled off, along with his boxers, and he felt a warm, but wet object try to push itself into his anus. It succeeded, and went about halfway in as Justin winced and yelped in pain and, as one could imagine, surprise. For what felt like an eternity of being raped, Justin couldn't think. His entire plan was thrown to shambles in a second, probably due to his gut not being able to pull it off any earlier. For a bit, he gave up. He didn't know what to do.

That is, until he felt another cock on his cheek. The other one, whoever wasn't raping him, wanted a blowjob. This sparked his drive to fight back, a drive that he for so long thought was unbreakable, but suddenly was thrown away, but suddenly came back. He suddenly got a final urge to finally improvise and act on a plan he only just made up.

Justin turned his head towards the cock next to his head, and instantly bit down on it. "Holy fucking shit!" exclaimed the jaguar, who instantly pulled back. Immediately afterwards, Justin maneuvered one leg, which he was suddenly able to move, and kicked the one raping him in the chest.

Growling in agony, the jaguar lay on the ground, and for a moment, the bull looked over to see what had happened. It was just the opportunity that Justin had been waiting for. He managed to grab his pants with his foot, toss it over to near his head, and then grab the knife out of the pocket. He quickly managed to fold out the main blade of the knife, and sliced it over the hand that was holding his other hand down. The hand winced off in pain, and Justin rolled off the bed, grabbing his pants with him, and bolted towards the door, being able to see it with his more adjusted eyes. After getting out the door, he slipped his pants on, and bolted out the door.

Justin shook his head, as if trying to shake the memory from his mind. He knew what he needed to do next.

After going through what felt like an eternity of legal formalities, medical rape tests on his anus, and court proceedings, Justin was back at college. The fraternity he almost joined was all but dismantled from all the bad publicity and negative attention it got soon after the event, and Justin became a hero to some, and a taddle-tale to other frat boys. It insanely affected the attitudes of those around him in classes, in his dorm hall, and while he walked on campus in general. Granted, he was by far not the only wolf on campus, but he had a bit of a scar on his forehead. It wasn't huge, but it was noticeable. Therefore, he was relatively easy to pick out, especially with his photograph being published on the local newspapers and on a few local newspapers' websites. His friends were supportive of him throughout the process, particularly Jackie and Craig.

"If anyone else tries to do that to you, let me know," Craig said, "I'll beat their brains to a pulp, man." He didn't blame Craig. He was a big and very strong guy, being a horse and all, and was one of those guys that only crazy people would mess with. It didn't take a whole lot to get Justin to feel completely secure whenever Craig was around.

"You were brave, what you did back there," Jackie told him, "I don't know if that many people would've had the guts to do what you did."

She was, as you might imagine, talking about how he chomped on the one guy's penis. In all honesty, he didn't really want to think about it too much. He didn't even want to consider how much it would hurt to have someone with carnivorous teeth chomp down on one's penis. The fact that he himself did the deed didn't help. Though, after a while, he managed to get the thought out of his head. As one could imagine, his friends from back in high school found out as well. Karnath was shocked and really wanting to beat those guys' brains in. Akalu felt similarly, but was more reserved, Sylvia and Sasha both tried their best to be comforting, despite the large distances that separated them, and Arkonas wanted to wish him the best, but he sounded so distressed at the news that he seemed to forget what it was he wanted to say.

The whole situation, as Justin thought of it in retrospect, reminded him a bit of one of the last things Karnath said to him before they all left for college: "Really, I don't care if you're having your way with non-morphics. Just... make sure that... it isn't rape, OK?"

It didn't really apply at all to this situation, but it did make him realize how easy it could be for someone to forget that little tidbit of information that says "Don't rape people for any reason."

Justin almost pitied the guys who raped him. He shook it off. They deserved to go to jail after what they did.

Friday night, three weeks after the incident

Justin was cuddling with Jackie on his bed. Jackie was doing all she could to help Justin get his mind off the terrible memory that he could only hope wouldn't scar him for life. He squeezed her tightly, hoping that doing so would get all the worry out of his system. Jackie returned the favor. "Listen, Justin," she said, "you can't wallow in this your whole life."

Justin sniffled. "How?" he asked, "I'd love to move on... but the feeling of being violated just... scares me to my core."

Jackie sat up on the bed and pulled him up with her by his shirt. "Listen," she said, "They wanted to make you scared when they did that. You know how animals are in the wild, right? Of all the anthro species in the world, we would know how our non-morphic cousins proclaim dominance."

It didn't take Justin too long to realize the actual significance of him being raped; they wanted him to be submissive, and probably pleasure themselves at the same time.

Justin clenched his fist. "I thought we were past that..." he said to himself.

"Most of us are..." Jackie said, "but you can't let their intimidation get to you. Show them that you're stronger than they are!"

Justin clenched his fist tighter and then let go of it, and then nodded. "You're right," he said, "I won't let them break me," he finished, wrapping his arms around Jackie, who returned the hug.

It didn't take him too long to get himself in the mindset of doing whatever he could to defy his attackers. For the most part, it felt good! He wasn't one who felt the urge to defy society, but defying something felt good, nonetheless. He thoroughly enjoyed going out to dinner with his friends, cruising around the downtown area of the city with Jack and Craig, and being together with Jackie, and it was all far more enjoyable than he used to find it. Granted, when those things weren't happening, he kept getting harsh memories of the incident when he wasn't using his mind all that much, or was sleeping. He still got nightmares, but they weren't as scary as they used to be. Still, he woke up from those dreams, shivering and unable to sleep the rest of the night, a bit of an annoyance for his roommate, Anthony. Anthony suggested that he saw the psychologists in the college hospital, an idea that Justin liked the sound of.

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After classes on Friday, Justin walked into the school's hospital. The secretary inside, apparently recognizing Justin's face from the newspaper, nodded at him. "You here to see someone?" she asked.

"Yeah, Dr. Johnston," he replied.

The feline anthro nodded, somewhat sympathetically, knowing that Dr. Johnston was a psychologist who resided there to help out students with mental problems, and quite often, it involved girls who were victims of sexual assault. "Second floor, third door on the right after the elevator," the secretary told him.

Justin just nodded and headed in the direction of the elevator. He wondered if this would be the first time the doctor would be talking to a male rape victim.

Arriving at the door, after what felt like an endless amount of walking, he knocked on it lightly. Hearing no response, he knocked louder. "C'mon in," said a female voice.

Justin opened the door. A black-and-white mare sat in the chair, in a room full of comfortable-looking chairs, loveseats, and couches. Not exactly what a stereotypical psychiatrist's office looks like, but just as comfortable. The room didn't intimidate him, though. What did was the psychologist herself. She must've recently graduated from grad school or something! She must've been at least 25, and, Justin had to admit, was quite sexy! He felt himself getting hard just after thirty seconds of looking at her! She wore typical feminine but with a masculine edge business attire, had a white area on her forehead, size D breasts, and, for one as literally big-boned as a horse, in very fit condition. I guess working out does reduce stress, and she seems to be taking after that advice very well! he thought.

"Come, sit down," Dr. Johnston said calmly.

Justin complied and sat down on the loveseat. "I take it you know why I'm here," he began, "I mean, you read the newspapers earlier this month, didn't you? Everyone knows my face now... and it looks like some of the frat guys want to kill me..."

"As much as I'd like to be unbiased, yes, I do know of what happened. I do convey my condolences... that hasn't happened to me, but believe me, all the women who have experienced this probably feel the same way you do. Please, call me Jo."

"Well, Jo..." he began, "guys just don't think it's gonna happen to them. Unlike girls... you know, I've heard a lot about how girls get Mace, Tasers and guns to defend themselves, you know, being likely to get raped almost anywhere they go, but guys? We joke about it, for God's sake!" Justin went on. He had a small bit of stammering in his voice. The main reason for that was because of Jo and how he kept trying to avoid looking at her. It felt like she could see whenever he got an erection, whether that was the truth or not.

Jo pondered for a bit, then spoke, "I sense there's something else you're feeling about it... what is it?"

Justin wondered. Aside from the sheer attractiveness of Jo, what else was it? He knew there was something else... "Well," he explained, "during my senior year in high school, some weird events happened..."

"Go on,"

"Two of my best friends, and mind you, they were practically inseparable, but I guess one day... they wanted to take another step. One day, I caught them hugging and talking seductively to each other at a sleepover. That's when they explained everything. The two of them were... uh... well, for lack of a better phrase, gay for each other."

"So how does this affect your view on what happened?"

"I hate those guys who raped me," Justin said, "but... I can't. Two of my best friends were doing something not too different from what those guys did to me (of course, my friends weren't doing it forcibly) and... I can't help but feel that I'd be homophobic by hating those guys..."

"Listen," Dr. Jo explained, leaning towards him from her chair, "not all men who rape other men are gay or bisexual. A lot of times, in a place where there's only people of the same gender, men who are sexually deprived and cannot control their urges will sometimes act upon their sexual urges with another male who they think is vulnerable. Unfortunately, the name they chose out of that hat was entirely random, but they only wanted the innocent, incoming freshmen. Usually, newcomers tend to be intimidated by those who are already in charge, and are less likely to tell on them. Fighting back in that situation wasn't wrong. It was, however, what they didn't expect you to do."

"But girls go into frats all the time... the frat guys are pretty much all womanizers!"

"I know. That's why it baffled me that they were behaving that way. Having the opposite gender come into the picture frequently minimizes that chance, so, unless they weren't straight, what they did was really out of the ordinary."

Justin sighed. "It's like a bolt of lightning struck me. It was that unlikely, then..." he said to himself.

"Lightning has to strike somewhere," she said, "unfortunately, we can only reduce the odds, not prevent it completely."

Justin scratched his head, feeling a little better. "I just wish my first sexual experience would be a good feeling..." he blurted out, not realizing it. Suddenly, realizing what he said, he froze and blushed, looking at Jo meekly. His heart started pumping in nervousness. Although, in reality, he had already lost his virginity to his dog back at home, he had, over time, started to define his "first sexual experience" as one with another anthropomorphic creature, and avoided calling such a situation "losing my virginity".

Jo looked at him for a solid minute, doing absolutely nothing. Then, she slowly put her clipboard and pencil down on the desk next to her, stood up, walked over to Justin's loveseat, and sat down next to him.

Justin started sweating.

"I think I know what might help..." Jo said softly, putting her hands in her lap, looking at him, "but I can only do it with... your ‘informed consent.'"

Anything to get that damn memory out of my head, went the last cohesive thought in Justin's brain.

Immediately afterwards, Justin turned towards Jo, wrapped his arm behind her head, pulled her closer, moved his head closer, and pressed his muzzle to hers. All thoughts of Jackie, his friends, and anything outside of this room went out the window as Jo returned the kiss passionately, and within only minutes, they opened their mouths a bit wider and their tongues slipped out, her thick, muscular tongue meeting his thin, dexterous tongue as they wrapped around, slid along, and licked each other. Justin's eyes closed as he began to kiss like he'd never kissed before, driven by both his desire to destroy the memory of being raped and by his high testosterone levels. Jo, enjoying the new experience with the young wolf, leaned back, resting her head on the armrest of the loveseat. As much as she wanted to pick him up and ride him cowgirl style, she knew, from her years of psychological study, that the best thing for him was to be in a more dominant position. So, she held back. She wasn't entirely that horny, and neither was this something she did often, even at all, but she couldn't help but feel completely sorry for the poor, yet adorable, young wolf.

Justin's heart beat rapidly, and by pure instinct, he began undoing his pants, his cock already hardened and extended to full length. He soon took those off, and his underwear and shoes, too. Jo tilted her head to see the wolf's cock, and was impressed. It was a relatively above-average length (the exact length, she couldn't tell), red, and was clearly pulsating from desire. She grinned. Justin looked up at her just in time to see the grin. He couldn't help but smile back at her. Jo followed Justin's lead as she began to take her own clothes off, starting with her business overcoat, followed by just unbuttoning her button-down shirt, and pulling it apart, revealing her red bra underneath. "C'mon," she said, "take the rest off."

Justin nodded and worked on her pants, which, after pulling her shoes and pants off, revealed a matching thong. "My gods, you're so hot," he said, panting.

"As are you, handsome," she replied, slipping her arms out of her button-down, leaving her in just her socks and underwear.

Justin reached around her back, and undid her bra, then removed it, allowing her large breasts to be revealed. Her nipples were black, but patches on her breasts were white. Instinctively, Justin stuck his muzzle between her breasts, and began licking up the side of one, where he stopped at the nipple and began suckling on it. Jo moaned lightly, mostly so she wouldn't call any attention to the room, even though it was locked. Still, she had a smile on her face as it was happening.

Justin then started kissing her body all the way down her abs, to the last remaining piece of her underwear. He slowly took it off, revealing her cilt. After instinctively giving her a few licks on it, which was also met with a few moans by Jo, he climbed up over her and positioned his cock at her entrance. She was much taller than he was, he was about 6', where she was closer to 7' (horses tend to be a fair amount taller than most other anthros), so he began suckling on her nipple again, resting his head on the other breast, and slid his cock into her. This was met with a light gasp and soft moan from Jo. "Gods, you're good at this..." she said, "you sure this is your first time?"

He gave her a couple more licks and thrusts before he replied, "that'll be a matter for my next visit," he said, "not now."

Jo chuckled, "I'll be waiting then," she replied as Justin restarted his efforts, "come on, Justin," she moaned, "fill me up."

Chuckling, Justin began to full-on suck on Jo's breast, while at the same time pumping her and feeling his knot build up. The breast that was filling up his mouth muffled Justin's moaning, and Jo kept her own moaning to a low level on her own. She wrapped her arms around the young wolf and began moving her body in tune with Justin's thrusts, taking him along for a bit of a ride at the same time. Enjoying the experience, and feeling his knot forming, he pumped harder, and after a few of those, he slipped his knot in. Jo felt it, but it didn't pain her a whole lot. She was, after all, a big girl in more ways than one. Still, to add to the effect, she moaned a bit louder at the feeling, and held her body still for a second as Justin kept pushing in. Once it was in, Justin began to thrust twice the rate as before, causing Jo to start moving her body much faster, causing the loveseat to scoot along the floor a bit, sometimes making a loud noise, but nothing rhythmic that would cause suspicion. Once that started, Justin changed his mouth's focus from her breast to her mouth, as their muzzles met in another deep kiss as he pressed himself into her as far as he could go and came inside of her. They kissed rapidly as more and more spurts of Justin's sperm coated her interior. Jo came, herself, soon after, making Justin spew more sperm than one orgasm would normally allow.

After a few minutes of just kissing, with Justin inside of her, the kiss parted, and Justin pulled himself out of Jo. Jo smiled at him. "So, when do you want to talk next?" she asked, almost jokingly.

Justin laughed a bit as he got up on his knees, his legs between hers, "I'll tell you after you clean this off..." he said, seductively.

Jo grinned, "You'll have to let me get up, first," she said.

Smiling, Justin got up and stood on the floor, clad only in his socks and his shirt, with his dripping cock and wet fur around it. Jo got off the loveseat and kneeled in front of him, and put her mouth around his cock. Immediately, she easily lapped up all the liquids left on his cock. Then she pulled off, but didn't get up. She just looked at it, longingly. "Want to cum again, cutie?" she asked, seductively.

"Why not?" Justin replied, lightly grabbing her ears on her head. He didn't force her head forwards, but she did lean forwards and begin to give him a serious blowjob. Her thick tongue and experience with it put Justin into another frenzy of pleasurable emotions, making him hard as a rock again. Jo bobbed her head a bit on his cock as she sucked and licked, and just the sight of this beautiful mare doing that to him caused him to orgasm, for the second time that day, into her mouth.

Jo left his cock in her mouth for a minute before slowly pulling off. She swallowed all of the warm stuff and then stood up, and reached for her clothes, by bending over to get them. This was more or less intentional on Jo's part. She wanted Justin to clean her out, too, since she didn't have a douche to clean it out, herself.

Like a charm, Jo felt Justin's thin tongue lapping at the entrance to her vagina, and soon afterwards slipping into it, lapping up all the spent juices from both of them. "Mmm... yeah, clean me out, baby..." she moaned.

Justin complied willingly, licking every crevasse he could find with his tongue, whether it yielded some of his cum or not. Before long, Jo couldn't take it, and her orgasm came again, flooding her inside and splattering Justin's face outside. He lapped up what he could, still lost in ecstasy. He fell back, landing his rear end on the floor and leaning his back up against the loveseat. That was so worth it... he thought, I wonder if â€"

"I wouldn't bet on doing that again," Jo said, almost as if she had read his mind, "I had to take statistics to get to this position. Put simply, the odds of something bad happening because of this increase the more we do it. That was more for your mind's health, in all honesty."

Justin's hopes faded, but at the same time, so did the ecstasy of the situation. He remembered Jackie, and couldn't help but agree with Jo. "I understand," he said, putting his clothes back on, "but you might want to remind me of that the next time I see you."

By then, Jo had put most of her clothes back on, except for her shirt and overcoat. "I'll remember," she said with a smile. "How about two weeks from now?"

"Sounds good to me," Justin replied, "I'll see you then!"

After buttoning up her shirt and slipping her overcoat back on, she nodded. "Then we will. Goodbye!"

Justin smiled as he left the room. He felt happy and apprehensive at the same time. He sure hoped Jackie wouldn't find out about it, but it was, after all, just a one-time thing with Jo just to get his mental health back into swing. Justin was feeling the good effects of that sex romp already! He felt great! On top of the world!

It was as if he'd never felt better in his life!