The Things a Legacy Pledge Has to Do by kangaroopup

The Things a Legacy Pledge Has to Do

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This is a fun novella I've been working on for a while! Otto's got it all: He's starting his first semester at his dream college, he's enjoying being on his own, and he's just gotten into the same fraternity as his dad, grandfather, and great-grandfather. As a legacy pledge, he should have an easy time getting through hazing, right? He'll find out how "easy" it'll be to join the fraternity during his week of hazing.

"Gamma Theta...until I die," the slim red panda mumbled as he stumbled across the main campus quad. Moths circled the bright lanterns that illuminated the Spanish mission-style buildings of Grafton Bay University, and groups of students were either heading back to their dorms late from the library and Student Union building, from off-campus "welcome back" parties, or, in Otto Derosa's case, the end of Rush Week on Greek Row. "Oh, may my life...duh-duh-duh-duh...to a duty most high!"

Even though his backside still stung and ached from the harsh treatment it had received earlier that evening, he lackadaisically trotted and stumbled over his feet a few times as he continued humming the tune to himself. Otto had a lot to be happy about on this Sunday night: he'd accepted his bid to his first choice of fraternity, he'd taken two more rounds of paddling than his fellow pledges at the party could handle, he was blissfully drunk, and his dad had even texted the four words every freshman college boy wants to hear: "I'm proud of you."

The red panda fumbled in his pocket as he walked and clumsily pulled out his phone, eager to re-read the conversation he'd managed to type out in between the drinking and paddling activities earlier that evening. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thanked whoever invented predictive text; there were times when he wasn't sure of what he was typing, but looking back on it now, he could see that he held a coherent conversation with his dad, who no doubt was trying to get back to sleep at 12:30 AM when Otto had texted him:

Otto: GTZ wants me! Offered a bid and I accepted. That's 4 gens of Derosa

Dad: Hey, that's great, I'm proud of you. Do they still have the Davis paddle at the house?

Otto: Nope, it's at the DSU chapter; GBU has the Franklin now, using it for initiations.

Dad: Fun times! Congratulations and enjoy. Just remember that even though you're a legacy, initiation isn't going to be easy.

Otto: Any advice?

Dad: Be ready for anything ;)

Otto didn't read too deeply into his dad's parting words; he was sure that the hazing wouldn't be anything too crazy apart from more paddling, maybe a little humiliation, and more drinking. This was a Greek organization on GBU's campus, how intense could it actually get? Grafton had a strict zero-tolerance policy for fraternities abusing their members during initiation, and Otto was sure that the chapters for each of the Greek groups took that policy seriously.

He kept humming the fraternity's song to himself, occasionally splicing in the few words he could remember from his orientation booklet he'd received at the beginning of Rush Week. He passed by the main dining hall, traipsed around the Blevins Science Building, and walked up the stairs to the front entrance of Chatham Hall, his dormitory. Otto shoved his hand into his right waist pocket again, but felt only his phone. Puzzled, he tried his back pocket, where he felt his wallet, then his left waist pocket, which was empty.

"Where the fuck did I...oh--" Otto shook his head and reached into his disheveled blazer's inner breast pocket, where he'd put his lanyard with his keys and student ID. He dug them out and haphazardly slapped his ID card against the door's magnetic reader. When he heard the beep of the door unlocking, he tried pushing it open, but it ended up banging against the doorframe. "Ugh, god damn..." Otto mumbled, pulling the door open successfully this time.

As he walked into the lobby, the on-duty RA--a tiger with her feet propped up while she scrolled on her phone--at the front desk said, "Having a little trouble tonight, bud?"

Otto playfully scoffed and shrugged while he waved a nonchalant hand at her. "Oh, nothing a little sleep won't fix. Those all-nighters, you know how they get."

"Uh-huh," Cassandra said dryly while she continued scrolling on her phone--she didn't even look up at Otto. "Just don't break anything and we won't have a problem, okay?"

"Aye-aye, cap'n. Scout's honor." Otto lazily saluted the tiger on his way past her and to the elevator.

He took a ride up to the fifth floor, and then walked in a wobbly line to room 507. Otto tapped his ID card against the door's magnetic reader--the light on the device blinked red when Otto removed his card too quickly.

"Oh come on," he groaned. He tapped again--the light still blinked red.

Tap--red light.

"Alright, fucker!" Otto felt his temper rise as he firmly held his card against the reader, then slowly pulled it away.

Red light.

"What the fucking...god damn it," Otto said in realization when he looked more carefully at the room number: 507. He rolled his eyes, exasperated with his drunk brain when he remembered his room was 509. His name wasn't even on the door for 507, instead he saw that Terry and Adam shared that room.

He grumbled and stalked one door to the left, double checked the number on the door, read the sign for his name and his roommate's, and then held his card against the magnetic lock before slowly pulling it back.

Green light.

"Fucking finally," he muttered under his breath again as he pushed his way into his room.

The 2-person dorm room was dark and silent, except for the dim light on his desk and the snoring of his roommate, Henry, who was sound asleep in his lofted bed. Otto stepped forward and stumbled over a soft pile of something that must've been laundry, which he guessed Henry had dropped in the middle of the floor. He caught himself before he fell to the ground, then kicked the laundry over to Henry's side of the room. Otto walked carefully to his dresser--wary of any other unseen laundry piles--where he stripped to his underwear, then put on a pair of gym shorts and crawled up the ladder to his twin-sized mattress; he was too tired and too drunk to even think about brushing his teeth or filling up a bottle of water to drink through the night. He shuffled under the thick comforter and duvet, laid his head on his pillow, and closed his eyes.

BANG.

Otto jolted awake in his bed and blinked and winced in the bright halogen light shining in his eyes. He tried shielding his face with his hand, but he was effectively blind.

"Hey, there's the pledge! Get 'em!" a deep voice from behind the lights yelled.

"Guh--wha?!" Henry snorted as he was startled out of sleep.

Otto felt dazed and disoriented as he heard multiple pairs of footsteps rush into the room, and three sets of large, strong hands roughly grabbed the red panda out from under his duvet. They yanked him out of bed and dragged him along the floor of the dorm room and to the hall, letting his door bang shut behind them. His eyes were still adjusting to the change in lights, but he could make out that he was being manhandled by a weasel on his right leg, a German Shepherd on his left, and a lion holding his arms. The gang's ringleader, however, was still an indistinct shadow behind the halogen flashlight he kept pointed in Otto's face.

"Guys, what're you--" he started to protest, but the ringleader interrupted him.

"Shut it, pledge, you don't get to ask questions," he snarled as his three associates pulled Otto to the stairwell.

Otto clamped his mouth shut and braced himself as his kidnappers trooped down the stairs with him in tow; he felt his stomach heave with each bumping step that swayed him from side to side, but he managed to keep his liquor down. When they reached the ground floor, Cassandra pressed a button at her desk, automatically opening the front door.

"Thanks, Cassie!" the lion called sweetly as the group passed her desk.

"Whatever," she sighed, clearly not interested in whatever antics were afoot.

As the group trotted down the front stairs with their haul, the lion muttered cockily, "Yeah, she's into me."

"Dude, take it down a notch, she's just your lab partner," the German Shepherd told him, his voice weary.

When they reached the foot of the stairs in front of Chatham Hall, the weasel and the German Shepherd released Otto's legs and the lion forced him to his feet. The leader of the group at last lowered the flashlight, but now Otto's eyes needed to adjust to the dark--the night was practically pitch black, save for the yellow pinpricks of light in the campus lanterns that only barely penetrated the darkness surrounding Otto.

"Alright, pledge, start running," the leader ordered.

Otto stared at the darker shadow in front of him, at last putting the pieces together in his still-drunk and sleep-deprived brain. His hazing had begun.

The shadow in front of him impatiently waved the flashlight, casting the bright beam across the main quad. "Gamma Theta, let's go!"

Otto bolted, sprinting as hard as he could to get a move-on before he settled into a slower and more exhausted rhythm--his upperclassmen captors trailed him closely, forcing him to keep going. He gasped and struggled for air as he ran, and all the while the other fraternity brothers shouted at him.

"Come on, bitch, move it!"

"Get the fucking lead out, pledge!"

"New meat's getting weak, boys!"

"Faster, you fuck-faced maggot!"

Otto pumped his legs hard as he ran across campus, his bare feet slapping against the concrete and pavement as they carried him around buildings, up stairs, down hills, and across streets to Greek Row, where a few of the houses were still lit up from Rush Week activities, including...

The red panda's heart jumped when he saw the giant Greek letters--blazing in green lights--adorning the house's front lawn: Gamma Theta Zeta. He was home. Or at the very least, he'd reached his destination and could finally stop running. As soon as he reached the lawn, Otto let his momentum carry him forward another 10 feet before he stopped and bent over to brace himself on his knees, catching his breath. He almost didn't notice the 15 other freshmen who had arrived at around the same time as him--most of them were in the same position, too, fighting to fill their lungs with air from their impromptu late night run from the dorms to the frat house. Each pledge had been escorted by a team of fraternity brothers, who now lined up along the front walkway leading up to the house's front door.

Otto looked up when more light spilled out onto the lawn--the front door of the house had opened, and a group of people were walking out and distributing objects to the brothers lining the walkway. The red panda tried to make out anyone who he could recognize from the party earlier that evening, but the contrast between the lights and the dark of the night made it impossible. But at last, a familiar figure stepped out of the house: A Great Dane, wearing a full three-piece suit, who strode forward confidently and stopped in front of the group of 16 pledges. Otto realized it was Dominic Montwood, the chapter's president.

"Gamma Theta pledges!" Dominic called, his breath fogging in the cool night air. "You're about to start a journey that will be not only the best four years of your life, but the best thing about your life! Becoming a brother of Gamma Theta Zeta is a privilege that is earned, not freely given."

Dominic walked along the line of pledges in the yard, surveying them as he continued, "We will work you hard and demand only your best; anything less than that is the kind of bullshit other fraternities will accept, but not Gamma Theta. Membership in our fraternity guarantees access and rewards beyond what you'll experience during your time at Grafton, and the benefits will last a lifetime. But the challenges you will face to join us are not for the faint of heart, and while some of you will succeed--" he stopped in front of a still-panting kangaroo "--many of you will fail."

He stared at the kangaroo for a moment before returning to his starting position on the front walkway. "Make it through tonight and the next week of tasks, and we'll fully welcome you with open arms. Trip over one hoop or miss the mark, and we'll revoke your bid for membership. We have our theories on who will join us and who won't. My challenge to you is to prove us wrong." As Dominic spoke, a tall moose dressed in sweatpants and a GTZ t-shirt stepped up to join him on the walkway. "Alright, that's enough of that shit. I'm going to give you little fuckers over to our Master of Ceremonies, Tate Powell; his word is the law, you got that?"

Otto, along with the rest of the pledges, immediately shouted, "Yes, sir!"

Dominic nodded approvingly. "That's what I like to hear. Alright, Tate, they're all yours."

The Great Dane retreated back into the house while the rest of the fraternity brothers followed him in a double-file line. When it was just the moose and the pledges left outside, Tate called out, "Listen up, bitches. You're going to go inside and take your first left into the Evans Room, where you'll meet the squad who escorted you. They're going to take care of you and get you ready for our games tonight. Give them any shit and they'll bounce you out of here, and you won't be invited back."

Tate waited for a moment, but nobody moved. "Well? Get the fuck in that house! Move, move, move!"

The pledges scrambled to rush through the still-open front door.

"New blood's coming in!" Tate yelled to the house, where a dull cheer sounded from one of the rooms on the ground floor.

Otto was shoved and pushed aside by four other pledges before he could get in, where he took a left through the foyer and into the Evans Room; the two-story ballroom, which was used for most large-scale fraternity functions, was brightly lit, illuminating the ground floor where 16 triads of fraternity brothers waited for their pledges, while the balcony on the left wall was packed with spectators. Otto craned his neck to look up and realized that most, if not all, of the fraternity would be watching the night's events--the brothers he could see wore pajamas or casual clothes, although Dominic was prominently at the edge of the balcony and still wearing his suit.

"Bitches coming in, here we go!" one of the brothers on the balcony called out. The rest of the spectators were clapping and talking amongst themselves, or throwing insults at the pledges as they entered the room:

"Shittiest bunch of pledges we got!"

"What the fuck is he doing here?"

"That little pussy ain't gonna last, he's gonna break!"

"I see a cocksucker, a stupid cunt, a bitch, and you know that one's gonna just whore himself out! Hey, roo boy, what're you worth, five bucks?"

"Let's start placing bets on who's gonna crack first! Come on, boys, easy money!"

"The fuck is wrong with your body, you fat bastard?"

"Think that bitch is gonna cry!"

Snide comments rained down from the balcony and mixed with the ambient noise of jeers and conversation while Otto looked around, watching the other pledges meet up with the groups that had kidnapped them from their dorms. He saw the lion, weasel, and German Shepherd waiting for him in the far left corner of the room--the fourth upperclassman, though, was nowhere to be seen (not that Otto would even be able to recognize him). He hustled over to his group; as he approached, he saw that the lion held a pair of handcuffs with a long chain attached to them, the weasel held a pair of scissors, and the German Shepherd twirled a stubby paint marker between his fingers.

"About fucking time! Let's get started, pledge," the weasel said as he reached forward and bodily dragged Otto closer to him.

Before Otto could do anything, the weasel grasped the waistband of the red panda's gym shorts and shoved the scissors downward, cutting the fabric as he did so.

"Whoa, what the--"

"No backtalk, pledge!" the German Shepherd barked. "Stay still and Travis won't cut your dick off by accident."

"I don't know, might be hard to avoid it," Travis the weasel said as he finished cutting through the gym shorts and moved on to snipping off Otto's purple boxer briefs. "This fucker's got a pretty big package. Just one snip--"

Otto flinched as the cold metal scissors grazed his crotch while Travis cut through the rest of the elastic material.

"--and off it goes!" the weasel snickered teasingly.

Travis put down the scissors and pulled off the shredded remains of Otto's clothes, leaving the red panda completely nude; while his cock was still mercifully hiding in his sheath, Otto felt his stomach drop when he remembered what else would be on full display now that he had nothing covering his groin. He tensed apprehensively and prayed nobody would comment on what they'd see, but it was too late.

"Hoo-eee, looks like our boy's got himself some jewelry!" Travis sang loudly up to the balcony, where fraternity brothers hooted and hollered in laughter amid their own comments:

"Damn, what a freak!"

"Now there's a bitch if I've ever seen one!"

"Fucker likes some pain!"

"Rip it off of him!"

Otto felt the heat rise in his face and his heart pumped faster as the spectators above, Travis, the German Shepherd, and the lion all laid eyes on the captive bead ring pierced through Otto's sheath."Cute panda's got a little wild streak, huh?" the weasel continued.

Embarrassed, Otto moved to place his hands over his crotch, but the lion immediately caught his wrists--in the background, the fraternity brothers on the balcony continued hurling insults and denigrating comments on the other pledges.

"Aw come on, pledge, nothing to be ashamed of," Travis said as the lion stepped around to Otto's backside. "You might even have a bigger package 'n Scott," he added as the German Shepherd rolled his eyes.

"Don't know, if he's freaky enough to get a sheath piercing, wonder what other stuff he might be secretly into," the lion mused as he cinched the left handcuff around Otto's corresponding wrist. As the red panda squirmed in the tight grip, the lion continued, "Might as well give up, kid, one of you pledges get to cover up. And don't even think of using that big fluffy tail of yours, either. Try to hide and you're out, got it?"

Otto gulped and nodded as he felt the lion cinch the other handcuff, binding his wrists behind his back. The feline tugged on them to make sure they were secure; when he was satisfied, he stepped back in front of Otto and continued holding the chain connected to his cuffs, preventing the red panda from going anywhere. Meanwhile, Scott uncapped his paint marker and stepped closer.

"I always love this part," he sniggered as he wrote the word "BITCH" across Otto's chest and then a giant number 5 on his stomach in black ink that stained his tawny fur.

Scott then scrawled more insults and obscenities all over Otto's torso, back, legs, arms, and neck, thoroughly marking the freshman; Travis encouraged Scott to write "Pull me" below Otto's navel with an arrow pointing at his sheath piercing. And at one point he grabbed the red panda's face to hold him steady as he drew a crude cock and balls on his cheek and wrote the words "dick hungry" on his forehead.

As Otto occasionally chanced a few sparing glances around the room, he saw that his fellow pledges were getting the same treatment. They had all been completely stripped--with the scraps of their clothes in heaps around their ankles--and handcuffed, and many of them bore phrases like "boy cunt", "cum dump", "skank", "useless pig", "whore bag", and "cock hole". The kangaroo that Dominic had singled out during his speech on the front lawn had the word "pathetic" written multiple times on his cheeks, forehead, and arms. The only thing unique about the markings each pledge got was their number--each was numbered 1-16.

"Alright, brothers, you should be done with your pledges by now," Tate announced from the end of the room, his voice echoing off the walls. As Scott finished writing his last insults on Otto's fur, the red panda looked to see the moose standing with a clipboard in his hand and a whistle dangling around his neck. "Pledges! On my whistle, turn around to face each other and get on your knees."

At this, the lion holding Otto's chain grinned deviously. "Get ready, we're coming up to my favorite part of the night."

On the shrill whistle blast, Otto turned away from his escort squad and faced into the middle of the room, with a nude and marked up oryx--the number 6 inked on his stomach--facing him from the opposite side. They both nodded, acknowledging each other, as they sank to their knees on the floor. The oryx, along with a few other pledges, then looked from side to side to see what was happening next.

"Keep your eyes forward at all times, pledges!" Tate ordered as he saw the heads turn. "There's nothing for you to see to your right, to your left, or behind you. Keep your eyes looking straight ahead!"

All pledges with wandering gazes immediately obeyed, staring fixedly at the freshmen opposite them. As Otto stared at his oryx neighbor, he saw a thickset Rottweiler, who was nude except for a red jockstrap and carried a whip in his hand, stride up to join the two wolverines and rabbit who stood behind the bovine. At the same time, Otto heard footsteps approaching, and he sensed that someone new was standing just behind him.

"Pledges, this is your first proper introduction to your big bros, who have chosen to pair with you," Tate announced. "They led the teams who escorted you here, and before we start the first game of the night, they need to show you what level of discipline we expect at Gamma Theta."

Otto's breath caught in his throat when he put together the word "discipline" with the whip the Rottweiler behind the oryx held. He wanted to whimper, but he clenched his jaw to focus as Tate continued, "Brothers, on my whistle, strike!"

A light plat echoed around the room as all the big bros let the tips of their whips hit the polished wooden floor. Otto desperately wanted to see when Tate was going to blow his whistle, but he forced himself to keep his eyes on the oryx's, who stared resolutely--and fearfully--back at him. Together in silence, save for the sounds of heavy breathing that filled the room, they waited...and waited...Otto took a steadying breath...

The whistle blasted

The Rottweiler raised his whip in unison with his brothers and with a cracking whup-ush, struck the oryx's back just as a whip lashed across Otto's shoulders.

The spectators above erupted in cheers and applause at the show.

"Gaaahhh!" the pledges gasped and moaned as they squirmed on their knees and in their handcuffs--Otto rattled his chains, which were still held by the lion behind him.

The whistle blasted again.

Otto gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, and curled his toes hard as the whip cracked and seared over his lower back this time.

"Fuck 'em up!"

"Yeah, that pain's good for you, pledge!"

"Gonna break soon, bitch?"

Comments from the gallery on the second floor continued streaming over the pledges as Otto and his fellow underclassmen panted heavily from the pain. However, Otto also noticed that the oryx, even though he was hunched over, was showing a substantial length of pink that had begun to emerge from his sheath. The red panda smirked softly to himself in spite of the trauma to his back and the humiliation he was feeling--he supposed some people got off on this kind of thing. It wasn't something he'd ever tried himself, and to be honest he didn't completely hate it. He was sure, though, that some of his fellow pledges were having the worst night of their lives.

After another minute of waiting, the whistle blasted a third time, and the whips came down, earning another round of clapping and whistling from the fraternity brothers on the second-floor balcony and gasps, groans, and moans from the pledges. Otto hung his head as he tried to steady his breathing--whoever his big bro was, he certainly wasn't going easy on the red panda.

When he finally looked up again, Otto saw the Rottweiler leering down at him, and it was clear that the canine's jockstrap was looking much more full than before. He winked, and Otto felt his face flush for a moment and he lowered his gaze again to stare at the oryx, who still panted from the pain of the previous lashing. Otto nodded at him, as if silently saying, "You can get through this." The oryx nodded back and looked down at the floor.

The whole assembly waited for the next whistle blast, but it didn't come...not after a minute...not after five minutes...not after 10...not after 15...Otto shifted on his knees as they dug into the hardwood floor...not after 20 minutes...the fraternity brothers on the balcony started to get antsy, stamping their feet and beating against each other's backs in a collective, escalating drumroll that progressively grew louder, faster...and still the whistle didn't blow for them, even as they carried on for a full five minutes...another 10...another--

Tate blew his whistle once more, and the whips cracked hard on the pledges' thighs, wrapping their legs in thin threads of agony. As the pledges sucked in lungfuls of air, screamed, and hunched over themselves to recover, Tate announced, "And there's your first whipping, bitches! If you're unlucky, you'll get plenty more. Now it's time for our first main game of the night! We're going to play some trivia. And everyone likes trivia, don't they?"

When nobody answered, Tate blew his whistle and the big bros flogged the pledges again. Over the chorus of moans that reverberated around the room, Tate bellowed, "I said, everyone likes trivia, don't they?!"

"Yes, sir!" the pledges wailed as one.

"That's what I thought!" Tate said as he began striding forward through the room. "We've been getting set up in the next room, and we're going to do this in groups of four. We've got our trivia game hooked up to a VR set, so we're going to put some goggles on you and let you have your hands free so you can select your answers."

Tate came to a stop in the middle of the room and began turning on the spot as he continued, "For those of you who want to think about any kind of strategy, here's how points work: Points are going to get awarded based on who answers correctly the fastest. For each question, the first to answer correctly gets 3 points, second gets 2 points, third gets 1 point, and last gets 0. If you answer incorrectly, you're going to lose 5 points and get punished. So as long as you're not the last to select the correct answer, you're going to get points."

Tate paused as he watched the pledges, then he continued, "This next part is very important, so get the shit out of your ears and listen up! The more points you have, the more advantages for pledging we're going to give you. And the people with the 4 lowest scores are going to get kicked out. That means even if you lose your round, you could possibly have a chance of staying if pledges from other rounds do worse than you. Do you bitches understand how the game is going to work?"

"Yes, sir!" Otto shouted along with the other pledges.

Tate nodded to himself. "I love it when they don't have questions." He then consulted his clipboard. "For round 1, I need bitches 2, 6, 11, and 14!"

Otto watched as the rabbit who stood beside the Rottweiler and behind the oryx picked up a black, opaque nylon bag and slip it over the oryx's horns and head--up and down the line of other pledges, the cheetah marked with a 2, the otter marked with an 11, and the wolf marked with a 14, were all bagged, too. Everyone with a black bag was forced to their feet and frog-marched out of the room by their big bro and accompanying squad. As Otto's gaze followed the blinded oryx and his compatriots out of the room, he was tempted to turn around to see who his big bro was, but Tate hadn't given the pledges permission to look behind them. He simply had to force his gaze to the floor.

To keep himself occupied, he considered what the trivia topics would be. Otto guessed that there might be some general knowledge questions, but he was willing to bet good money--or, more accurately, his dad's good money--that most of the questions would probably be about the fraternity or the university. General knowledge was the kind of information he could pick up online, he had a hunch that tonight's trivia game would focus on much more specialized topics. He racked his brains, trying to recall every fact he could from the small black booklet about Gamma Theta Zeta he'd gotten at the beginning of Rush Week--he knew exactly where it was in his dorm room (in the top drawer of his desk on top of his binder for Calculus), but that wouldn't do him any good now. He muttered facts, dates, and names to himself as he recalled them through the pain and sleep deprivation, trying to piece together how they were important for the fraternity...

15 minutes later, Tate re-entered the room with his clipboard in hand. "Bitches 1, 3, 8, and 15, you're up!"

Just like with the first group, the next batch of pledges had black nylon bags tugged over their heads and were led away. Otto felt a slight sense of dread that he hadn't been called yet. Was there some reason why he hadn't been selected? Did the fraternity think he was going to fail out, so they were leaving him for last? He shook his head to himself and steeled his resolve; if anyone was going to get into Gamma Theta, it'd be him, he'd do everything he could to secure a spot. He wasn't about to let his family legacy down in the first round of hazing, not over a silly trivia game!

The seconds seemed to crawl by at a glacial pace, the minutes even more so. But another quarter of an hour finally passed, and the moose re-entered the Evans room. Otto would be in one half of the remaining pledges, or the other. Tate looked down at his clipboard, frowned for a second, and seemed to take an age to open his mouth. Otto raised his eyebrows, hoping.

"Bitches 5, 9, 13, and 16, let's go!"

His heart leapt as he realized Tate had called his number, but the excitement was short-lived--a momentary overwash of panic consumed his elation as the pitch black nylon bag descended over his face, blocking out all light, and he felt hands pull him to his feet and start pulling him forward. Otto steadied himself and tried walking in time with his escorts, who steered him forward and then to the left, and maybe to the right...or was it left and then left again? Did they turn around?

"Start stepping down," a deep voice said in his ear; he recognized it as the voice of the leader of his kidnapping squad, and figured his big bro had given him the command. He obediently placed a foot out and down, where it met a step. He repeated, stepping down again and again...until he tried stepping down once more and his foot abruptly stayed on the same level, making him stumble briefly.

"Alright, there we go," his big bro said, guiding him forward.

Otto let himself be led onward, until a firm set of hands stopped him, unlocked his handcuffs, and turned him around on the spot.

"Got a chair, sit down," his big bro told him.

Otto began to crouch until his rump met a soft, overstuffed chair that he figured was covered in leather. He settled back into his seat while a set of hands on each of his arms seemed to drag loops of cords over his wrists, then shove pieces of hard plastic into his palms.

"These are your controllers for the game," another voice--it sounded like Scott--said. "Keep your eyes closed."

Otto did as he was told and felt someone pull the bag off his head, only to replace it with a heavy headset and pair of headphones.

"Pledges, you can open your eyes!" a voice in the headphones said.

Otto opened his eyes and saw before him a virtual game room with a jumbo screen on the wall and a digitally rendered fox who was dressed as a gameshow host in a sky blue suit.

"Welcome to Gamma Theta Zeta Trivia!" the host said. "The rules of the game were already explained to you, but we've got a couple more pieces of useful information you should hear before you start playing for a spot in the fraternity. First, there are 10 questions you need to answer, and each question is multiple choice and has a time limit of 20 seconds."

As the host spoke, Otto could smell something different about whatever room he was in--he sniffed and sensed that there was something vaguely musky in front of him, and the aroma stirred something in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn't quite identify what it was.

"Now, we know that you'll likely be tempted to blurt the answer out as soon as you see it or hear the question," the host continued. "But we don't want to risk any of your competitors hearing what you say! So, to keep you quiet for the game, open your mouths now."

Otto did as he was told, and abruptly something fleshy, bulbous, and long with a flared end shoved itself in his mouth. He gagged and squirmed in his chair, more from surprise than physical trauma, but a large hand on his head held him steady. As Otto tried to adjust his tongue and mouth for a better fit, he licked over the musky, salty surface and realized that there was a penis--what felt like an equine penis--resting in his mouth. And whoever it was attached to was starting to lightly hump his mouth; not enough to rock his head back and forth, but enough to keep the shaft hard and stimulated.

"Make sure you watch your teeth while you play, we wouldn't want to make your big bros angry! And give a few good swallows and sucks if you can!" the host advised with a wink. "Now that we're all set, let's start the game!"

The screen in the virtual game room lit up with a dazzling blue title card that read "GTZ Trivia" before it transitioned to the first question, with the answer options below the prompt.

"Who founded Gamma Theta Zeta in 1906?" the host read the question aloud.

Otto immediately used his game controller to select "Felix Davis", which lit up green--in the corner of his view screen, he saw 3 points appear in his answer tracker.

"Correct!" the host said. "Next question, and it's another easy one: Who is the current president of the Grafton Bay University Chapter of GTZ?"

His big bro was starting to hump his mouth more insistently, and even though Otto could feel himself start to involuntarily chub up from the oral sex he was providing, he concentrated and chose "Dominic Montwood", which lit up green, and his answer tracker went up to 6 points--he was in the lead.

"That's right!" the host said. "Next question, and here's where things start getting a little tricky. What are our symbols and what do they represent?"

Otto swallowed the saliva that was building up in his mouth, tasting the musk of his big bro as his drool washed over his tongue, and he skimmed through the answer options; two of them looked similar, but time was running low, so he guessed and chose "The donkey for endurance, the scepter for power, and the pyramid for wisdom", which lit up red. Otto felt his heart drop as his answer tracker dropped down to 1 point.

"Oh, sorry pledge, that's incorrect!" the host said gleefully. "Our symbols are the donkey for steadfastness, the scepter for power, and the pyramid for intelligence. And you've gotta pay the price!"

Dull pain rocked through his groin and jolted up into his stomach; Otto jumped in his seat and groaned around the cock in his mouth as, unseen to him, a heavy wooden paddle smacked his exposed testicles. A second later he nearly screeched as someone pulled hard on his sheath piercing before letting go--his cock jumped and pulsed at the sensation, but the red panda was too distracted by the pain to even think about how his body was feeling pleasure and betraying him.

"You can walk it off later, pledge, you've got more questions to answer!" the fox said over Otto's groaning.

He tried leaning forward, but his big bro held up him and continued lightly fucking his mouth, even as Otto involuntarily started to bite down on his curled lips to work through his suffering. He forcefully breathed through his nose to calm himself while he relaxed his jaw and the next question screen appeared.

"When was Grafton's GTZ chapter established?" the host read.

Otto frowned and huffed around the thick shaft thrusting in and out of his mouth, trying to force his memory, and guessed "August 22, 1923"--it lit up green, and his answer tracker showed 3 total points, meaning he'd answered second-fastest.

"That's right!" the host said. "Next question: What is GTZ's motto?"

Otto subconsciously opened his mouth wider, remembering his dad saying it all the time--his big bro, however, took that as a sign to stuff more of his cock inside the pledge's muzzle. The red panda immediately selected "Vide magis", which lit up green and 6 points appeared in his answer tracker.

"Correct! Vide magis, Latin for 'Look for more', means that there is always more you can do for your community and for your brothers," the host said. "Next up: What happened in 2004?"

Otto grinned and selected "We don't talk about what happened in 2004"--it lit up green and he was up to 9 points. He cursed himself for messing up the answer about the fraternity's symbols, now even though he had a healthy points value again, he had no clue where he stood in the rankings.

"That's right, the less said about 2004, the better," the host said, shaking his head. "Next question: How do you greet your brothers?"

Even with the girthy and pulsating cock in his mouth that was now pushing at the back of his throat, Otto could visualize the page in his orientation booklet with the 6-word phrase on it. He selected "What can I do for you", which lit up green and he was now up to 11 points.

"Correct!" the host said. "Next: What is Dominic Montwood's favorite kind of doughnut?"

Otto squeezed his eyes shut for a second, ignoring the semi he was getting and instead remembering the note he'd circled in the booklet. He selected "Bavarian Cream with GTZ glaze"--he was now up to 14 points.

"Good job!" the host said. "My favorite question: What is GTZ's beer of choice?"

Otto could feel the much more pronounced ridge of his big bro's glans rubbing against his palate, and the equine who was using his mouth like a fleshlight slowed his pace. In the meantime, he selected "All beer" and earned himself another 3 points, bringing him up to 17.

"You know it! GTZ loves all beer, and all beer loves GTZ," the host said. "And for your final question: How will you add to GTZ's legacy?"

Otto read through the answer options and confidently selected "By being in service of my brothers", which gave him a total of 20 points in his answer tracker.

"Wow, you really know your stuff!" the host said as virtual confetti blasted through the air. Otto watched as the digital flakes dispersed and disappeared while the host continued, "As a reward, you can see yourself service your big bro and help him get his rocks off."

The fox host disappeared and the viewscreen on the far wall of the virtual game room changed from the final question to what looked like a live video feed: It was a closeup, well-lit profile shot of his head resting against the leather chair he was currently sitting in, and he wore the VR headset and headphones. Otto's eyes widened as he slightly shifted his head, which reflected in the video feed, confirming that he was seeing what was actually happening to him.

Whoever held the camera that streamed the video feed kept a tight angle on Otto's face and mouth, where he saw the dark, thick cock plunging in and out of his muzzle in time with the action that he felt. He could hear the gulk-gulk-gulk of his mouth forming small slippery vacuums around his big bro's cockhead, which, even though he couldn't see it in the video, he could feel shoving more persistently against the opening of his throat.

Otto felt his big bro's glans flare more in his mouth, and he flattened his tongue to make as much room as possible for the equine cock, watching himself complete the action on the video feed. He held his head still as the blunt, battering ram-like end of his big bro's cock pushed at his tonsils, forcing him to gag lightly as the girthy rod of sensitive flesh rubbed back and forth over his tongue. For the next two minutes, while Otto was stuck in that virtual game room, watching the show he was taking part in, his big bro humped steadily faster and faster, until he gripped Otto's head with both hands and shortened his thrusts to quick pulses, and then...

The equine cock throbbed hard and spasmed as thick, sour and salty semen gushed from the protruding urethral process and flooded Otto's mouth, quickly filling it. The red panda couldn't help but automatically swallow as much as he could--he watched his lips work over the dark, salty meat as he gulped, and he could see and feel more of his big bro's sperm leak from the corners of his mouth. His big bro bucked his hips once, twice more, and held still for a moment before at last pulling out, dragging Otto's lips along the length of his shaft and around his still swollen glans. Otto licked his chops to clean himself up, and the entire virtual game room in front of him went black, leaving him in the dark once more. He then felt other sets of hands remove the VR controllers from his grip and the headphones from his ears.

"Close your eyes again, pledge," he heard Scott tell him.

Otto complied and felt the rest of the headset being pulled off of him, only to be replaced by the black nylon bag again. Otto let himself be pulled from the chair and led up the stairs, then down a winding path that meandered left, right, right, left...he might've been spun around a couple times or walked back and forth in a hallway...until he was placed on what felt like a sofa, with people sitting on either side of him, so close that their sides bumped against his.

"No talking at all, pledges," a voice said over them.

He sat like that in silence. The bag over his head forced him to smell the concentrated aroma of musk and cum on his own breath--it wasn't entirely unpleasant, he just wished he could brush his teeth for something a little more refreshing. He sighed and listened to the breathing of his neighbors...he had no idea who they could be, and he had a feeling that they didn't know and didn't care who he was, either. He settled back against the sofa and let his eyes close naturally, trying to get at least a little power nap during this long night that never seemed to end...even though he was in cramped confines, it felt good to be in the dark...his breathing slowed...

"WHOOOO WHOOOO!"

Otto jerked himself awake at the sound of fraternity brothers screaming and yelling. He sat up straight on the sofa between his neighbors--he had no idea how much time had passed.

"Alright pledges, that was a fun trivia game, wasn't it?" he heard Tate boom into the room.

"Yes, sir!" the pledges answered in unison.

"Damn right it was, we were watching on the big screen and laughing at how so many of you got so many answers wrong! So many of you got your balls smacked, it was fucking hilarious!" Tate continued. "Are any of you even trying to get into Gamma Theta?!"

Otto heard the other fraternity brothers laugh with Tate before they all settled down again.

"So, we've got the results from our trivia game," Tate continued. "And some of you surprised us! For those of you who got higher scores, we're gonna go a little easier on you to give you an advantage for your upcoming week of hazing activities. But the four of you who got the worst scores are going back to your dorms, and you're not going to be Gamma Thetas."

Tate paused, letting the weight of his words sink in among the pledges. "We're going in numerical order, starting with Bitch number 1! Bitch number 1, sound off!"

"Bitch number 1!" a voice called from somewhere to Otto's right.

"Bitch number 1, congratulations, you got seventh place," Tate said. "Your score qualifies you for the standard treatment, which your big bro will put onto you now. Next bitch!"

"Bitch number 2!" a voice called from in front of Otto.

"Fifth place for bitch number 2, and also standard treatment."

"Bitch number 3!" This was the pledge who sat on Otto's left on the sofa.

"Sixth place for bitch number 3, and standard treatment."

"Bitch number four!" a voice called from across the room.

Tate paused, then began a chorus of mournful "Oooooohhhhhs" that grew louder and louder as more brothers joined in, until it almost felt like their voices rattled the walls.

"Bitch number 4, you got one of the bottom scores at -32! You're OUT! No Gamma Theta for you, good night and good-bye, you stupid fuck-faced bastard!" Tate yelled amid claps and cheers.

Otto felt a twinge of panic as he listened to Tate read out the low score, and he could hear a small stampede of feet as he was sure a small band of frat brothers hoisted the unfortunate pledge from his seat and carried him off. He had a feeling they were most likely going to dump him outside of the house. If he were lucky, they'd take him back to his dorm, but after getting eliminated, Otto figured the fraternity didn't owe the failed pledges any such kindness.

He gulped as he suddenly remembered where he was and what number he was. Nervously, he cried out, "Bitch number 5!"

Tate was silent. Otto felt his pulse start to race. He'd answered almost every question right and fast, but did he get one of the low scores, too? Or was he just on the edge of safe?

"Ooooooh," Tate started, getting the brothers to join in with him--Otto grimaced at the sound, but then he realized that something was different about the tone of the voices that rose in volume. They sounded almost...frantic, like a crowd revving up as they were watching a football player race for the goal to score a touchdown.

"Oooooh bitch number 5 for the win by just one point!" Tate yelled. "With the top score of 20, bitch number 5 answered only one question incorrectly, plus he took one of the biggest dicks that's passed through this house! Bitch number 5, you get the gold medal treatment for the week, which your big bro is going to put onto you now."

"Bitch number 6!" Otto heard the oryx sound off--he was distracted, however, as he heard footsteps approach, then felt a pair of legs brush up against his own.

"Nicely done, little bro," the deep voice of his equine big bro said--from the sound of it, Otto realized the upperclassman was kneeling in front of him. "Hold still for your reward."

Otto froze in his seat, then flinched as he felt two large hands rub up his thighs and then over his crotch, where they handled his balls. He bit his lip and grimaced as he could feel himself start to chub up again while his big bro seemed to slide one hand under his balls, then firmly cinch his fingers around the neck of his scrotum and tug.

Otto shifted his legs to open them wider, and he felt cold metal press down on top of the neck of his scrotum, then another piece of metal clamped in from behind. The whole time his big bro worked on his balls, Otto's semi-flaccid cock flopped from side to side. He heard a snap and the twisting of screws, then his big bro let his balls fall back to the couch cushion. Otto's brow furrowed as he felt something new and heavy resting on the tops of his testicles--he shifted in his seat and it moved with him, and he realized that his big bro had locked a ball stretcher on him.

As if he were reading the red panda's mind, the equine's voice said, "Trust me, it's a lot better than what the rest of the pledges are getting."

Otto nodded, although he'd have to wait to see what the rest of the pledges received. He listened to Tate as his cock softened again, and over the course of the scores being shared, Otto learned that bitches 7, 10, and 13 had also been eliminated, while 11 had scored second place and 9 had earned third.

When Tate finished reading the results and was satisfied that all eliminated pledges had been removed and the remaining pledges had been given their appropriate treatments based on their scores, he declared, "Now that we've whittled you down to just a dozen bitches, it's time to see how many of you can survive a night at Gamma Theta Zeta! Big bros, escort your pledges to the table!"

Without another word, Otto felt his big bro's hands pull him up by the shoulders. As he stood, he felt the full weight of the ball stretcher locked around his scrotum--it felt like at least half a pound of solid metal, but he couldn't even think about complaining as his big bro steered him past other pledges and fraternity brothers. He seemed to turn to the right, then left, then another left, and he then felt a blast of cool air ripple over his fur, and he realized that he was standing in front of an open door leading outside.

"Got some steps down," his big bro said, and Otto took a few cautious steps downward until he stood on level ground again. He allowed himself to be led forward, and grimaced when his bare feet touched cold, wet grass.

He soon came to a standstill, and he felt his big bro's hands drop from his arms. Otto waited for a moment, then flinched when Tate's voice boomed right next to him.

"Pledges! This was the last time you interacted with your big bros for tonight; if you're still here in the morning, they'll come meet you again for a more formal introduction," Tate called. "Tonight, we've so far tested you on discipline, intelligence, and willingness for service. But now we need to test your fortitude. Remove your bags!"

Otto reached up to his face and pulled the nylon bag from his head--he, along with the 11 other remaining pledges, stood blinking in surprise on the front lawn of the frat house, with the light of the GTZ letters casting them in an eerie shade of green. They stood in two lines of six, and between them sat a table, with Tate at the head. Next to each pledge stood one of the brothers from their abduction squad--the lion from Otto's group stood on the red panda's left.

Otto looked down first at himself to see the ball stretcher locked on top of his testicles; as he thought, it was a two-inch thick metal ring held together by two screws and dangling down on his balls under gravity's pull alone. He then looked more closely at the other pledges--most of them had a hand tied behind their back, wore chastity cages, and seemed to stand rather awkwardly, almost as if they...

Otto's eyes widened as he realized that every pledge who had been "safe" in the trivia game had gotten a plug shoved up their butts. Apart from himself, the only other pledge who looked like they weren't wearing a butt plug was the otter, number 11; he only wore a chastity cage, and neither he nor the kangaroo with a 9 on his stomach had their hands bound behind their backs.

Otto realized that the advantage the three of them had won for the upcoming week of hazing rituals was to not be handicapped like the rest of the pledges. A rush of gratitude washed over him as he grasped the full weight of the bullet he'd just dodged.

However, his night of initial hazing wasn't over yet. He looked down at the table to see what was sitting in front of him: three full pints of beer and a 45-ounce tub of oily butter spread. Otto looked along the table to see that everyone had the same setup, except for the alligator with an 8 on his stomach, who had been in the last qualifying place from the trivia game; there were four beers set in front of him, and instead of a tub of regular butter spread, he had been given a tall jar of peanut butter.

"We want to test both your physical and mental fortitude," Tate continued. "Our brothers are here to make sure you finish your beer and eat your butter as fast as you can--peanut butter for you, bitch number 8! You came last in the trivia game, so you need to work extra hard. If you puke or don't finish your beer or butter, you're automatically out. When you're done, place your hands on the table. For those of you who have one hand tied behind your back, just one hand on the table is alright; for those of you who were in the top three from the trivia game, we need you to keep both hands on the table. Everybody clear on what they need to do?"

"Yes, sir!" the pledges shouted.

Tate grinned and raised his whistle to his lips. He paused, watching the pledges bend their knees as if they were athletes getting ready to spring into action.

He blew his whistle.

Otto reached for the pint closest to him, but before he could wrap his fingers around it, the lion on his left grabbed the pint and immediately forced it to Otto's mouth. The red panda opened his muzzle while the lion tipped the weak lager forward, forcing Otto to swallow faster and faster.

"Come on, bitch, drink up!" the lion yelled in his ear.

Otto kept gulping as fast as he could, struggling to breath while also suppressing his urge to belch and get rid of the excess carbonation.

"Chug that beer, pledges!" Tate shouted. "Chug for your pathetic little lives!"

Otto's first beer gurgled down his throat in under ten seconds. The lion dropped the cup and Otto gasped to catch his breath for a second before the feline forced the next pint to his lips. The red panda could feel his stomach swell with each gulp--there was nothing he could do to stop the flow of foamy beer being poured into his mouth, he just had to get through it.

"Keep it up, bitch, keep drinking!" the lion snarled.

Otto choked for a moment, spewing up a mouthful of beer--he could feel it trickle down the sides of his mouth and into his fur, but he willed himself to swallow the next mouthful...and the next...and the next...done!

Otto belched loudly as the lion dropped the second pint and picked up the last cup. When the feline brought the third pint to Otto's lips, the pledge took long, steady gulps, ignoring how bloated his stomach felt as each swallow carried down another mouthful of beer. More of it leaked out from between the rim of the cup and the rim of his mouth, but the lion kept pouring more and more until Otto finally swigged down the last gulp.

The lion dropped the pint cup and slid the tub of butter across the table closer to Otto.

"Get to it, bitch!"

Otto burped again and groaned as he clutched his stomach--he could feel the beer sloshing around inside, and luckily he didn't feel the need to vomit, but he had an inkling that might change. He glanced briefly at his fellow pledges--many of them had finished their beers and were struggling to open their tubs of butter with just one hand (and the alligator in last place was on his fourth beer). Otto, being in the top 3 winners of the trivia game, didn't have his hands bound, and he quickly ripped the lid off of his tub, revealing the viscid, yellow, greasy concoction he had to put into his body. Just at the sight of the butter, a queasy feeling began to bubble up in his gut; he wasn't looking forward to the slimy texture, extra sweet taste on his tongue, and grease coating his throat right after he'd consumed three beers. And as he picked up the tub, Otto realized that the butter was lukewarm, meaning it would feel even more slimy going down.

"You wanna stay, you eat that butter!" Tate called sadistically to the pledges.

Otto couldn't stop himself from gagging for a moment, but he took a deep breath and, without even thinking, smashed his face into the tub with his mouth open.

"Fuck yeah, eat it like a pig, pledge!" The lion next to Otto clapped as he listened to the red panda groan into the tub as he ate.

Otto chomped into the butter one mouthful at a time, feeling it slick the inside of his mouth; it tasted like a mix of olive oil and butter substitute, but he kept biting further into it and licking up as much as he could before gulping it down. He tried his best to ignore the way the fatty dairy product schlopped around his mouth, spread between his teeth and under his tongue, and greasily slid down his throat; on top of that, the only sounds he could hear was the frantic gulp-mulp-ulping of the rest of the pledges setting to work on their own tubs, punctuated only by insults and demands from the fraternity brothers who stood next to them.

"Eat up, pledges, you're gonna need the calories!" Tate yelled.

Not wanting to be the last to finish, Otto concentrated on forgetting about the taste and consistency and just emptying his tub--he could feel his stomach heave, but he just kept swallowing, forcing more butter down to block anything from coming back up. As he worked towards the bottom and started having trouble getting complete mouthfuls, he used his tongue to lap and scrape along the sides, picking up the greasy globs he had missed before.

When just the last dregs that clung to the bottom of the tub remained, he used his fingers to scoop up the final clumps of butter. He licked and sucked his fingers clean and gulped down the rest of the sickeningly sweet and slippery spread. When he inspected his tub and saw that there was nothing left, he put it back down and placed both his hands on the table, forcefully inhaling and exhaling to steady his stomach.

"How was that butter, pledge? Enjoy the taste? Have fun swallowing it all down?" the lion sneered as he rubbed Otto's stomach.

"Oh god," Otto groaned thickly; he wanted to dry heave so badly, but he squeezed his eyes shut to block out the urge.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." The lion forcefully patted his stomach a couple times before retreating. "Enjoy the rest of the night pledge," he called as he trooped back to the house with some of the other fraternity brothers who were already leaving the table.

To distract himself, Otto looked around at his fellow pledges; he was one of eight who had finished both the beers and the butter and was resting their hands on the table. He noticed that the alligator was halfway through his jar of peanut butter, madly scooping out as much as he could with his fingers and depositing it in his mouth. Otto couldn't help but imagine how desperate that pledge was for a glass of milk to help get the peanut butter down. But at the thought of milk on top of everything else he'd put into his body, the red panda felt his stomach churn. Otto hung his head, trying to breathe through the wave of nausea that rolled through him.

After a few more minutes, every pledge--including the alligator--had finished what was in front of them and had their hands on the table as they gasped and belched intermittently.

Tate smirked at the pledges. "Well, color me surprised that you weaklings finished without puking! Last year we lost two bitches during this task. Although maybe we'll lose two of you during the rest of the night. Now, you might be wondering what time it is."

The moose paused, allowing some of the pledges to tentatively nod at his prompting. He consulted the watch on his wrist. "Ah, would you look at that! It's time for 'Oh Gamma Theta Zeta'! Start singing, bitches!"

Otto, in a stupor, stared for a moment before he processed what Tate had just ordered. Along with the rest of the pledged, he opened his mouth and, through the butter that coated his throat--he imagined it was plastered over his vocal cords, his voice sounded so gunked up and greased--began to sing the fraternity's anthem:

I'm a Gamma Theta Zeta, that's all I want to be,

We're the best band of brothers that you'll ever see.

We can rise to any challenge and take on any foe,

Gamma Theta Zeta is the first family I know.

We'll fight and win for honor and surmount any protest

To be a good GTZ brother is simply the best!

Gamma Theta! Until I die!

Oh, may my life be in service to a duty most high.

Gamma Theta! Always my home!

To you I will always return from wherever I roam.

Oh, a good Gamma Theta Zeta will do anything

For pleasure, pain, and glory, and the sweet rewards they bring.

Our studies we hold sacred, for knowledge is so divine,

But service to our fair brothers is where we truly shine!

Gamma Theta! Until I die!

Oh, may my life be in service to a duty most high.

Gamma Theta! Always my home!

To you I will always return from wherever I roam.

"Again!" Tate demanded as the pledges finished.

The moose stalked around the table and behind the pledges as Otto and the group began the song anew, going through the first verse, chorus, second verse, and chorus once more.

"Keep singing, bitches!" Tate ordered. As the pledges started a third time, Tate pulled out a lawn chair from under the table, unfolded it, and sat down. "You're gonna keep singing until sunrise!"

When the pledges finished the third round of the song, they immediately started on the fourth. All the while, every pledge had to stand and keep their hands firmly on the table. A fourth round turned into a fifth, then a sixth, a seventh, and soon Otto lost count of how many times he'd sung the fraternity anthem. He could feel his vocal cords rubbing raw, but he kept singing. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to get more comfortable, but any position he settled into was just as uncomfortable as the last. He couldn't stop himself from occasionally shivering, and he could see his breath--along with the breath of the rest of the pledges--fog in the cold air.

Tate stayed planted in his lawn chair, occasionally shouting for the pledges to sing louder or pick up the tempo. "The record is 195 rounds!" he told the pledges. "I'd be surprised if you little shit-stains can break 50 at the rate you're going!"

At one point, another fraternity brother stepped outside with a steaming thermos and brought it over to Tate, who took it and drank deeply while the brother stood beside him. "Keep singing loud and clear for all of Greek Row to hear who we are!" Tate called, as if rejuvenated by his drink.

The night dragged on and on. Otto had no clue what time it was, and the only way to know that any time had passed at all was to keep an eye on the sky. But to him, it stayed so resolutely dark that the red panda began to wonder if he had fallen into an alternate reality where it was always nighttime. Otto kept singing with the rest of the pledges, his rasping voice starting to crack repeatedly as he forced himself to continue the song again and again and again. Eventually, though, there was a breaking point: Number 16, a tiger, dropped to his knees.

"Bitch 16, you're OUT!" Tate shouted from his lawn chair. "No Gamma Theta for you, good night and good-bye, you stupid fuck-faced bastard!"

The fraternity brother who had joined Tate strode over to the tiger who had fallen while the rest of the pledges kept singing. The brother untied the rope around the tiger's hand and waist, releasing him, unlocked his chastity cage, and forcefully yanked out the butt plug he still wore, eliciting a soft, exhausted yowl from the feline. The brother helped the tiger to his feet and escorted him off the front lawn before returning to Tate's side, while the failed pledge hobbled off in the dark back to his dorm.

Otto and the 10 other remaining pledges sang again and again, for so long that the concept of time seemed to be nothing more than a distant memory; the idea of warmth seemed like a myth, it was so cold that night. Otto could feel just how icy his sheath piercing was getting, and his balls--so determined to get closer to his body heat--pulled up hard against the stretcher locked on top of his nuts; he began to fantasize about jumping into a pool of lava, sitting in a sauna, or just crawling back under the toasty covers on his bed. He sang longer and longer, louder and louder, the same words and melody over and over, his throat feeling like it was blistering and salt had been poured down it, until...

A hint of orange began to creep into the horizon--Monday had finally begun dawning. Otto, who for so long had been feeling drowsy enough for his eyelids to sag, could feel a slight surge of hope as he continued singing, burning the song into his vocal cords while he watched the sky start to lighten. And then, at long last, the sun started to rise.

The door to the fraternity house opened, and deeper, louder, fresher voices joined the pledges in their hoarse singing--Otto and the rest of the group around the table looked back at the house to see 11 fraternity brothers step outside, each carrying a gallon-sized bucket, and singing jubilantly. The brothers--all fully dressed and with backpacks strapped to their shoulders--continued singing as they walked forward to join the pledges on the lawn, where they took up positions behind each pledge with their buckets; in the growing light, Otto could see that a tall, muscular zebra came to stand behind him, and he realized he was seeing his big bro clearly for the first time. At last he could put a face to the cock that had invaded his mouth hours ago, to the hands that had locked the ball stretcher on him, to the powerful arms that had whipped him, and to the deep voice that had orchestrated his kidnapping--in his sleep-deprived state of mind, Otto somehow found himself thinking that he could've done a lot worse for a big bro.

Tate groaned and stood from his lawn chair as the brothers and pledges finished the second round of the chorus; he strode back to the head of the table and waved his hands at the end of the song, bringing silence over the front yard once more.

"Congratulations, pledges," Tate started. "We began with 16 and we're down to 11. You made it through a night with Gamma Theta. Now we need to see if you can survive a week." He nodded at the fraternity members standing behind the pledges. "Get started."

On Tate's final words, the brothers cheered and launched the contents of their buckets over the pledges, dousing them in ice cold water.

To Otto, it was like being hit by a frozen truck; he and the rest of the pledges yelled and groaned at the shock to their systems, but it was enough to wake them up. A strong hand grabbed his shoulder and Otto looked back to see his big bro was pulling him away from the table.

"Come on, start running!" the zebra told him, now pushing him toward the edge of the lawn. "Back to your dorm, let's go!"

Shivering, exhausted, dripping icy water from his fur and whiskers, and naked, Otto had no choice but to comply, and he started to sprint. Even though his balls had tried to retract at the cold water that was thrown over him, with each step, he felt his testicles bounce and sway more so than ever before thanks to the weighted stretcher clamped around them. He groaned to himself, trying to push through the sensation of so much extra heft tugging at his balls. But something did manage to warm him up, at least mentally: At the sight of a few early-morning joggers who were also out and about, Otto felt the heat of humiliation. His face flushed even more as he saw their heads turn and their stares as they watched him streak across the main quad and around campus landmarks on his way back to Chatham Hall.

Otto didn't care how many different pairs of feet or dirty sandals had stood on the tile floor of the shower stall in his dorm. He was perfectly comfortable sitting there under the hot water that poured over him. Otto stretched his legs and let them rest against the floor, so glad to finally relax after standing for hours on end through the night; he still didn't know how much sleep he'd gotten, but he knew it wasn't enough to get through the day. At the very least, he'd need some coffee to wake himself up.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall of the shower stall, letting his fur get drenched in steaming water--he pressed his hands to his face and massaged his temples, and as he luxuriated in the blissful heat, he could feel himself start to chub again, even with the ball stretcher still locked onto his scrotum and weighing down his nuts.

"Oh my god, that feels so good," he moaned, referring to the massage he was giving his temples.

The shower curtain immediately rasped open, making Otto flinch and instinctively cover his exposed groin--looming before him, just outside of the shower stall, stood his big bro.

The zebra had escorted Otto all the way back to Chatham Hall--somehow (most likely in the scramble of abducting Otto from his room) he had gotten a hold of Otto's phone and keychain, and he used the red panda's student ID card to open the dormitory door for the pledge.

Along the way to his dorm room, Otto had exchanged awkward introductions with the zebra--after the night they'd had, he wasn't sure how formal or casual he should act. But his big bro seemed to take everything in stride; smiling, the zebra introduced himself as Nathan "Nate" Lasky, a junior majoring in Finance and Accounting. He warmly shook Otto's hand before opening his room door for him and letting the red panda grab his towel and shower supplies. From there, they headed for the communal showers, where Nate had just finished explaining that he would be escorting Otto for the week to keep an eye on him before the pledge sank to the shower stall floor to relax.

"Not jacking off, are you, bud?" Nate asked with a grin--he looked down at the red panda, whose fur was streaked with black stains as the ink from the writing and drawings on his body began to wash out.

"Geeze, no!" Otto responded hotly.

The zebra jocularly winked at his little bro. "Hey, I felt how much you liked it when I put that stretcher on you, and you did a good job taking my load in your mouth. You need to loosen up, lil' buddy. With how pent up you are, maybe you should crank it. " He snickered to himself before he pulled the shower curtain back into place, granting Otto privacy once more. "Not that you could, though," he added from behind the curtain.

Otto paused, taking in what he'd just heard. "What do you mean?"

"Well, that's one of the rules," Nate said--he groaned and Otto imagined he was lowering himself to sit on the floor outside the stall; in fact, when he next spoke, his voice sounded like it was on Otto's level. "No jacking off for the whole week; if you bust a nut or even so much as edge yourself, you're out of GTZ. The other pledges have that taken care of for them with their chastity cages, but you're gonna have to exercise some self control, since all you've got is that ball stretcher. Which, let's be honest, is going to turn you on."

Otto looked down at his cock, which was starting to swell as Nate talked about the discipline he'd have to exert and the weight resting on top of his balls. It was almost as if now that he knew he couldn't play with his dick without getting kicked out of the fraternity, his body seemed intent on tormenting him with what he couldn't have. Otto rolled his eyes and groaned to himself.

"Any other rules for the week I should know about?" he asked.

Nate chuckled. "I'm so glad you asked, pledge. After no jacking off, the second-most important rule is that you have to complete every task you're given for the week; if you fail or skip a task, you'll get eliminated."

Otto nodded. "Okay."

"You also don't have any phone privileges," Nate continued. "I'm going to be holding onto your phone, which means no calling home, no texting friends, nothing. Although if you're in an emergency situation, I'll give it back to you, or if you think you can use your phone to help you complete a task, you can tell me what to do with it. Make sense?"

"So far so good," Otto replied.

"And the only other rule is that you have to always be naked," Nate finished.

Otto balked. "What? B-but--"

"It's not illegal and it's not against school policy--there are kids who go to class naked all the time," Nate said over him. "If you want to be in GTZ, that's what you have to do for the week. And no covering up with your tail, either. You've gotta bare all, just like you did last night."

Otto fumed to himself, then grumbled and hung his head. "Fine, if that's what it takes."

"Although you know what that means, don't you?" Nate asked.

The red panda tilted his head and looked down, trying to figure out what Nate was implying. When he didn't answer, his big bro continued, "It means everyone's gonna see that fancy piercing of yours and the ball stretcher you're wearing."

Otto kept his gaze on his crotch--he'd been staring at both pieces of hardware without even realizing they were going to be completely visible to everyone who saw him. He closed his eyes and breathed, "Fuck."

"Aw, buck up, lil' bro, you'll have a good time, I promise," Nate said; even though Otto couldn't see his expression, he could easily discern the wide smile plastered on the zebra's mug as he spoke.

"No way. I'm sorry, I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but come on, not happening."

The lynx folded his arms defiantly and frowned as he looked between Otto and Nate, who had returned to the dorm room. After Otto had supplied some context for his roommate, he'd proposed that Nate stay in their room for the week of his initiation tasks, as all big bros had to stay close to the pledges to make sure they adhered to the fraternity's rules and completed their challenges. Otto had tried to present the suggestion tactfully and respectfully, but Henry had put his foot down.

"Well, where else is he going to stay? He can't sleep in the hall or the lobby," Otto retorted.

"Why don't you two get a hotel room or something? Or stay at the frat house?" Henry pivoted.

"Because neither of us can afford that, we've gotta stay on campus, and I'm not allowed back in the house until I finish this week!"

"So I have to deal with whatever other frat stuff you have to do?" Henry said. "Last night was ridiculous, and if you're doing that kind of thing every night--"

"I'm not gonna do it every night!" Otto interrupted.

"And this is before you're even in the frat! So then what's it going to be like when you're actually in it? More crazy nights barging in with your buddies and getting kidnapped and going out drinking and shit and waking me up in the middle of the night? Once is fine, I get it, but that's not what I signed up for," Henry continued.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night, but you weren't even--"

"Guys, guys, hang on, let's take a step back," Nate finally cut in as he raised his hands peacefully. "Look, Henry, last night was my bad, my friends and I got a little overexcited about grabbing your roommate, and there's only going to be one more event like that at the end of the week. But I also get that you don't even know me, and that's totally fair--like, who is this stranger and why should I sleep in the same room as him?"

"Well, yeah, that's also part of it," Henry conceded.

Nate nodded. "I think I've got an idea that might work. Do you have any other friends in the dorm?"

Henry shrugged. "Yeah, Terry and Adam next door."

Nate smiled. "That's perfect, they're on this floor and literally the next room over, so not far from your room at all. Do you think they'd be alright with you crashing with them for the week?"

Henry took a moment to consider what Nate was proposing.

"If they are, I'll even help you move your mattress over to their room so you've got a comfy place to sleep," Nate pressed. "I won't touch any of your stuff, and when you come back at the end of the week, I'll be gone and you won't even know I was here."

"Well, hang on, where are you going to sleep?" Otto asked.

"Your bed," Nate answered simply.

"Wait, you're sleeping with me?" Otto felt his stomach start to drop.

"Nah, you're going to be on the floor, pledge." The zebra grinned widely, and Henry laughed.

"That works for me," the lynx allowed. "But this is just for the week, right? What about the rest of the year with all the frat stuff if you get in?"

Otto frowned before he spoke, thinking out loud. "Well...when I get in, I could just spend most of my time out of the room and at the house...and I could apply for a room at the house next semester, so you could have this room all to yourself after winter break."

Henry raised his eyebrows and rubbed his chin. "That...has some potential," he mused. He paused for another moment, considering his options, then shrugged. "Alright, I'll ask Terry and Adam. Although if you don't get in, let's just...try to stay out of each other's way, okay?"

Otto nodded. "Sounds fair to me."

As Henry exited the room, Otto sat down in his desk chair while Nate hopped up onto his bed.

"See? Not so hard solving the roomie situation," the zebra said. He pushed with his hands on the mattress and continued, "Man, I forgot how lumpy these beds were. Still, we've got plenty of space for me to keep an eye on you, pledge. Now, about this week..."

For the rest of that day, Otto went from class to class in nothing but his birthday suit, complete with his ball stretcher and backpack. As he crossed campus with Nate in tow, his nervously flattened ears caught snatches of laughter, and while he kept his eyes primarily fixed on the ground as he walked, he could feel so many pairs of eyes watching him as he walked.

He was glad to have been able to wash off the insults and crude drawings Scott had marked him with last night, but his face was so flushed and his stomach was so full of butterflies that he felt like the giant "BITCH" was still clearly inked on his chest. It might as well have been, for how embarrassed he had felt when he entered his Intro to Psych class first thing in the morning with Nate right behind him.

The small lecture hall had fallen painfully silent for a moment--Otto could feel the stare of every student in the room. He had frozen in the doorway as he heard a pencil drop to the floor and a few suppressed, coughing chuckles. Otto gulped and looked towards the back of the room, where there were thankfully a few empty seats. He then surveyed his classmates, who immediately resumed their conversations, and he could hear the words "naked", "ball stretcher", and "fraternity bitch" being audibly repeated through the hushed flurry of talk.

"See? Nothing to it," Nate had said bracingly as he patted Otto on the shoulder. The red panda had shrugged and took a breath to steady his nerves, then he'd started heading for the back row of desks, leaving Nate to follow him...except Nate didn't move from the doorway.

Otto didn't care--he'd gotten halfway to the back of the room where he could just disappear, not be noticed by the professor, and get through the lecture. Halfway there--

"Nuh-uh, front and center, pledge!" Nate had called loudly enough for the whole room to hear him.

The entire lecture hall had burst out laughing.

Otto's ears had flattened even further and his tail tucked tighter against his body as he felt any courage he thought he'd built up vanish completely. Deflated and flustered beyond recognition, he'd reluctantly turned around to look at Nate--the zebra had remained in the doorway, arms folded and a shit-eating grin on his face; he obviously knew what Otto was going to try and had merely waited for the red panda to make for the back of the room before calling him out in front of everybody.

Amid the giggles and chortles he still heard, Otto had stalked back to the zebra, who pointed at the completely empty first row of seats. Otto had no choice but to go to the middle of the row, plop his backpack down, and slide into the waiting seat; his balls, weighed down by the heavy ball stretcher, slid against the smooth plastic of his chair, and he tried to will himself not to chub up under his desk. Otto slouched down in his seat, trying to disappear as best as he could, but it was no use. He could feel everyone in the room watching his backside intently.

"Sit up straight, pledge," Nate had muttered as he took the desk on his left, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Otto sighed and opened his backpack for his binder and a pen, then did as he was told, straightening up in his seat just as Dr. Valente, a tall tegu, had entered the lecture hall, swinging her bag off of her shoulder and into her hands.

"Good morning," the Psychology professor had called to the class on her way to the podium. She'd stopped a foot away from it, however, when her eyes slid over Otto sitting in the front row, and she'd smiled and shook her head to herself before reaching the podium. "And it's that time of the year already when Gamma Theta's in the process of testing out their new recruits," she'd noted loudly as she took out her computer and set it on the podium.

A few snorts and cackles arose from the group behind Otto, while the red panda felt his face start to flush anew as he grimaced apologetically.

"Are you having a good time with initiation?" Dr. Valente had asked, her attention on Otto now--the room was silent as the rest of the students listened closely.

He'd mumbled a soft reply as he looked down at the binder on his desk.

"What was that, pledge? A little louder for everyone to hear," the professor encouraged sarcastically.

Otto huffed and tried again. "I'm having a blast," he replied, his tone dull but his voice loud.

His classmates had broken out into fresh peals of laughter.

Dr. Valente smiled wryly and said, "As long as it doesn't distract you from learning what you're here to learn. I don't put much stock in Greek life myself, but that's just me," she had continued while the rest of the students began to settle down again. "That said, I'll keep my fingers crossed for you to make it in." She'd then turned her gaze directly to Nate. "You're making sure to keep him in line?"

"Yes, ma'am," Nate said sincerely.

"Alright, then we won't have any problems at all," the tegu had said; from her business-like tone, she was ready to get started with the day's lecture. As she'd launched into the material, Otto did his best to listen intently and take notes. He still couldn't shake the fact that he was sitting completely naked in front of the rest of the class, but he felt like he could take some small solace in being able to distract himself from his current predicament.

It was like that for the rest of Otto's day: Each lecture started with the initial shock of being exposed in front of his peers, being told where to sit by Nate, and earning a dubious look or snide comment from his professor. For every class, he did his best to focus on the course material instead of the air conditioning that ruffled his fur all over, how exposed he felt with his ball stretcher and sheath piercing on display, and the intent stares that seemed to follow him no matter where sat or walked when he journeyed across campus. The whole time, he had to make the conscious effort not to wrap his tail around himself--Nate had told him the "no covering up" rule from the previous night was still in effect, and even if it weren't, doing so would only call more attention to himself. And more attention was exactly what would make him feel even more humiliated.

Maybe he was just feeling so acutely embarrassed because he was tired--after his last lecture for the day, Nate allowed him to get a cup of coffee at the Student Union, and it was in the university's Lava Java Lounge where, after picking up his latte, Otto saw a familiar face. Two familiar faces, in fact: the oryx and his Rottweiler big bro who had been whipping him last night.

The oryx and Rottweiler waved from their seats in one of the lounge booths, inviting Otto and Nate to join them. As Otto walked through the lounge, he did his best to ignore the stares of other students who were drinking their coffee and talking--fortunately, it seemed many of them were glued to their computers, either watching videos or typing away furiously on assignments.

"Hey, good to see you, brother!" the Rottweiler said as he stood to hug Nate. He then shook Otto's hand. "You causing any trouble for my man Nate, pledge?" he asked, his tone serious.

"No, sir," Otto replied obediently.

"That's what I like to hear," the canine said. He casually tousled the fur on Otto's head before he gestured to Nate. "How about we give these boys a little time for themselves?"

"Sure, looks like there's a spot over there." Nate pointed out a table two rows over--as he and the Rottweiler began to stride away, he glanced back at Otto and snickered, "You two behave now!"

Otto and the oryx watched them go, then the red panda collapsed into the seat opposite of the bovine, who noticeably still had one hand tied behind his back. "Dude, please tell me this has been hell for you, too," Otto groaned as he rested his head on the table.

"Hey, at least you don't have all the shit I've got to wear," the oryx told him with a laugh. "You have any idea how tight this chastity cage is?"

"Fuck, you're still wearing that?" Otto raised his head to peer over the side of the table at the oryx's waist, where he saw the metal cage still locked around his cock and balls. "Sorry, man, that's gotta suck." The red panda shook his head before he took a sip of his hot drink. "And you've still got the...the um..."

"Yeah, I've still got the butt plug up my ass," the oryx finished. "At least, I think I do." He shifted in his seat experimentally, then nodded. "Yep, still there. Don't know where they got this plug, it's actually pretty comfortable compared to some of the others I've tried," he said with a grin.

Otto's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"What? You saw how much I like getting whipped, you think I haven't done something as tame as shove a dildo up my ass?" the oryx guffawed. He took a sip of his coffee. "Besides, you're one to act surprised. A sheath piercing?"

Otto groaned and rolled his eyes. "Fuck, don't remind me, man."

"Hey, you're the one who decided to get pierced there, not me," the oryx said sardonically. "I heard it feels good, though."

"Well...yeah, alright, it feels good," Otto admitted.

"Uh-huh, I figured."

"But I'm not a big fan of having everybody and their mother here see it!" Otto quickly added in a huff.

"That's not all they're seeing though, right?" the oryx pointed out. "Gotta say, it's a pretty good combination with the ball stretcher. What's that thing weigh, about half a pound?"

"I think so," Otto replied. He reached down to adjust his nuts, which were currently pinned between his leg and the seat cushion. "Feels like I'm starting to get used to it, although I don't want my nuts stretched out forever."

"They'll tighten up again when they take it off," the oryx assured him. "Might take a little while, though...hey, I just realized, we haven't properly met." He extended his free hand across the table. "Amir Lazaro."

"Otto Derosa," the red panda said as he shook Amir's hand.

"Derosa...Curtis Derosa's not your dad, is he?"

"Yeah, why?"

Amir looked shocked. "Dude, my uncle talked about your dad all the time! They went to Grafton together and were in GTZ."

Otto paused, then his eyes widened as his memory caught on stories of an oryx who was the life of the party during his dad's college days. "Nasim Sharif!"

Amir smiled wide at the name. "Yeah, Uncle Naz!"

"Holy shit, your uncle's like a legend in our family!" Otto said, reaching for a high-five. "I'm sorry, man, I didn't know he even--"

"Had a nephew? No worries, it's not like you and I were supposed to be super close," Amir laughed. "Plus he was probably drinking more often than telling your dad about his family."

"The way Dad tells it, Nasim was always planning some crazy party or prank--he must've aced this whole hazing thing, no problem," Otto mused.

"Wait, you seriously think they went through what we're doing?" Amir asked.

"Well, why not? They were in college back in, what, the 70s?" Otto said before taking another sip of his latte. "Things were probably way more freaky and under the table back then. Which...oh no..."

Amir rolled his eyes. "And now you're thinking about what your dad had to do for hazing, aren't you?"

Otto held his head in his hands. "How'd he get through it? I don't even...did your uncle tell you anything about hazing?"

"Just to be ready for anything," Amir responded.

"Yeah, that's what my dad said. And Nate didn't tell me anything else about what I'd be doing this week, so if it's all going to be a surprise, it's probably going to be really nasty," Otto said. "Has your big bro told you anything about what you're doing for the week?"

"Nothing, Jared kept his mouth shut on that," Amir answered as he jerked his head towards Nate and the Rottweiler he sat with.

"Damn...god, today was just stupid," Otto began as he sat back in his booth seat. He gestured at himself as he continued, "I hated walking across campus and going to class like this."

"What, naked? You think that's the bad part," Amir stated.

"Well, yeah, isn't it for you? I mean, if you're into the plug and the whipping and all that, maybe it's not so bad. And don't get me wrong, I like having some fun in private, but this--"

"Dude, it's not the nudity or even what I'm wearing," Amir cut over him. "Jared didn't tell me about what I'd be doing this week, but I'm gonna tell you something that he probably wasn't supposed to say." He leaned in closer to Otto and dropped his voice lower, making the red panda lean forward in his seat. "The main thing about this hazing isn't about getting embarrassed. Sure, they want to see you squirm, but they want to go beyond just making you feel humiliated. They want to break you. They want you to submit. They want to make you in their image of service."

Amir paused before he added, "It's all about your self-respect going out the window."

Otto watched Amir closely, who looked back at him meaningfully.

"Are you picking up what I'm putting down?"

"You're saying...I need to, what, stop caring and just do what they tell me?"

"At the very least, you need to loosen up and just make yourself more willing," Amir clarified. "And hey, if you secretly like what they're doing to you, let yourself get into it! You'll probably have a better time."

"Speaking from experience?"

Amir grimaced, only a little abashed. "Want to guess how many times I've sucked Jared's cock today?"

Otto stared for a moment before he recovered. "Well, if you're having a good time..."

Amir laughed. "If you got that sheath piercing, I have a feeling your big bro will find a way to push your buttons in a way you like."

The red panda smirked and shook his head. "I wouldn't bet on it."

"Don't tempt me, I know I'd win that bet," Amir chuckled confidently before he continued, "Besides, letting yourself get into it and just...well, no pun intended, but 'swallowing' your pride will probably look better for you as a pledge; GTZ gets up to crazy shit, you want people to think you're some stick in the mud?" He took another sip of his coffee before his eyes lit up and he spoke again. "Something Uncle Naz used to say about your dad is that he'd always do whatever it took to get something done. Granted, he probably wasn't talking about hazing, but maybe..."

Otto laughed. "You think my dad was always willing to do what we did last night and today?"

Amir shrugged. "You know your dad better than I do, so what do you think?"

That took Otto aback and he settled down, considering the full weight of what Amir had just said. He couldn't take too long, however, as Nate and Jared had just walked back to their table.

"Alright, pledges, social time's up," Jared said as he grabbed Amir's shoulder and began to pull him from the booth. Nate did the same for Otto, dragging him to his feet.

"It was good to meet you," Amir said as he stood--Jared began turning Amir around and pushing him away from the booth.

"Ditto, catch you later," Otto said as Nate began to steer him in the opposite direction from his new friend.

The zebra guided Otto outside the Student Union and ordered him to lead the way back to his dorm. Obediently, Otto, still nude save for his ball stretcher and backpack, trotted across campus amid the throngs of students who still had classes to get to, with Nate close behind him. Even though the red panda still kept his eyes on the ground in front of him to avoid seeing just how many people were watching him, he felt himself naturally hold his head slightly higher than he had been earlier that day.

Only dimly self-aware through the fog of sleep, Otto could feel himself wincing and squirming as a stream of warm water splattered over his face and chest.

"Rise and shine, pledge!"

At the sound of Nate's booming voice over him, Otto sat bolt upright from his sleeping bag on the floor; he had managed to wriggle halfway out of it in the night, leaving his torso exposed. He blinked in the morning light that streamed through his window, and his back was killing him from a night on the hard laminate; waking up soaking wet was like adding insult to injury.

"Aw, shit!" Otto yelped in disgust as he felt his drenched fur clinging to his skin. Now fully awake, he could smell the acrid and salty odor of the warm water still hitting the top of his head and trickling down his face and neck. His eyes widened as he realized that the water was distinctly pale, translucent yellow, which could only mean--

Otto turned towards the source of the stream to see Nate sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs spread wide as they dangled from the mattress. The completely nude zebra leered down at him as he aimed his engorged morning wood and continued arcing his stream of piss to shower Otto on the floor.

"What the fuck--" the red panda started as he tried to scramble away from the splattering flow of urine.

"Stay right where you are, pledge!" Nate ordered, and Otto held still on his knees facing his big bro. The zebra waggled his cock from side to side, creating a zig-zag pattern in the air with his piss before it hit Otto's fur. "Gotta hose you down properly for your first task of the week," he snickered.

"Oh, come on, man, that's disgusting," Otto protested.

Nate's smile seemed to grow even more sadistically satisfied as he softly stroked his cock while he continued pissing on his little bro. "What's the matter? You don't want to smell like zebra piss all day?"

"What--no! Wait, what do you mean all day?"

"You're not washing this off at all," Nate explained casually. Otto's eyes widened. "Did I forget to tell you that rule the other day? No showers except for the ones your big bro gives you."

"No, you seemed to skip over that one," Otto fumed.

"Ah well, nobody's perfect," Nate sighed mockingly. "Now be a good boy and open your mouth."

Otto remained frozen as the flow of piss continued cascading down his body and seeped onto his sleeping bag, with droplets bouncing off the water-resistant fabric and trickling downward to form puddles on the floor.

"Pledge, I said open your mouth." Nate's tone turned sharp.

Otto closed his eyes, mentally steeling himself as Amir's words from the other day bubbled up in his memory: "It's all about your self-respect going out the window." Seeing no other option, the red panda kept his eyes shut as he forced his jaw to drop and his tongue to hang out, but the tapping splatters of piss pounded resolutely against his chest.

"Eyes open, kid."

Otto groaned as he apprehensively opened his eyes once more to see Nate cockily looking down on him as he held his dick steady.

"There we go," Nate purred arrogantly. He lifted his cock slightly, just enough for the arc of hot urine to travel upward from Otto's sternum, over his Adam's apple, and into his open muzzle.

The warm piss splashed against Otto's tongue and pooled in his cheeks. He could taste the stale, briny, musky flavor as Nate practically rinsed out his mouth with his urine, and the aroma sank deeper into Otto's nose with every breath he took. The heat of humiliation and shame crept up his neck and into his cheeks--being urinated on, so animalistically dominated and marked like this, in his own dorm room all for the sake of getting into the same fraternity as his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather was so degrading, so utterly demeaning. As Nate's piss leaked from his mouth--blocked from going down his closed throat--and dribbled down his front, he could feel his stomach bubbling with contempt and the makings of hatred. But even so...

"Hey, I think someone's liking this," Nate observed with a smirk, his gaze sliding downward.

Otto's eyes drifted down, too, but he already felt what he knew he would see: His cock had already emerged from his sheath and was growing stiffer and stiffer, stimulated by both the piss he was getting showered with and the sheath piercing that rubbed tightly against the underside of his shaft as it swelled.

"You like being owned like this, pledge?" Nate asked, his glee clear as day. "You like being at the feet of your big bro, getting drenched in his piss like the little bitch you are?"

Otto felt his cock throb at Nate's words. He knew he should hate this, but it pushed a button for him that just couldn't be ignored.

"It's alright to say you like it, I won't tell anyone," Nate continued, idly shaking his own cock again to form more zig-zagging patterns in the air with his piss before they rippled across Otto's face from cheek to cheek. "This can just be our little secret. Just between us bros. Come on..."

Otto, eyes narrowed in spite of his body's reaction to Nate's treatment, remained silent, but he could feel his heart thudding in his chest.

"Say it," Nate encouraged, aiming the still-surging stream of piss at Otto's pectorals. He gently stroked his dick while he continued, "Say you like being owned and marked by your big bro. Say you like the feeling of your big bro's warm piss hosing you down first thing in the morning."

Otto could feel the walls of his fortitude start to shake as he listened to Nate. The zebra's words wormed into his brain, sparking the horniest and most desperately pent up parts of him that hadn't seen release in days, when ordinarily he'd be jacking off at least twice a day under his bedcovers, in the shower, or into a towel under his desk.

"Saaaaay it," the zebra urged softly, almost pleadingly, but still oh so dominantly.

His piss was so warm, and it didn't smell as acrid anymore. In fact, as Otto caught another whiff, he realized it smelled so...natural...and even good. Otto found himself wondering how much more Nate had in him; how much water did he drink yesterday and through the night? How much more could he drench him with?

"You know you like it, pledge," Nate cajoled, aiming lower for Otto's belly button--urine formed tiny pools in it before splashing out to be replaced with more that trickled down his waist, between his joints, and down his legs. "All you have to do...is say it."

It was so easy to give up, so easy to let the walls crack under the pressure he'd built up for so long.

"I...like it," Otto whimpered at last.

Nate grinned, but he kept his piss streaming onto Otto's navel. "What do you like, pledge? Do you like being a bitch who gets pissed on?"

The walls began to tumble.

"I like being a bitch who gets pissed on, big bro."

"And whose bitch are you?"

The walls fell down completely.

"I'm your bitch, big bro."

Nate aimed lower and the hot piss splattered against Otto's erection, eliciting a gasp from the red panda as his cock twitched uncontrollably at the stimulation. "That's a good bitch," Nate mused softly as he emptied his seemingly bottomless bladder over the pledge. He yawned lazily before he continued, "He knows that he's a bitch...he knows who he belongs to...and he knows he likes being marked as his big bro's bitch. I'm marking your body as mine. You belong to me, bitch. Every part of you, from your face and tongue to your cock and all the way down to your toes. You're going to do everything you're told to, aren't you, bitch?"

"Yes, sir," Otto moaned, basking in the wet warmth that splashed all over his cock and balls.

"That's a good bitch," Nate continued. They remained like that in silence for another minute, except for the pattering stream of hot piss against tingling skin. At last the surge slowed to a trickle, and Nate shook the final drops from his cockhead over Otto, who obediently remained on his knees--his sleeping bag, for its water-resistant outer shell, was thoroughly soaked and squished wetly with zebra urine, while an extensive puddle spread across the floor.

"Well, I enjoyed that, didn't you?" Nate sighed contentedly.

Otto, defeated and supplicant, nodded, drops of urine dripping from his nose and whiskers. Beads of piss rolled down his trembling cock and along his sheath, adding to his own musk.

"Now, time for you to be a good bitch and clean up this mess. You can use a towel if you want, but I expect to see you use your tongue on the floor for at least five minutes," Nate commanded. As Otto crawled on the floor to his hanging towel rack, the zebra added, "And don't even think about putting your sleeping bag in the laundry, you're gonna get back into it at the end of the day and soak in your big bro's piss all night long. Now get moving, we've got work to do."

"Could I get two dozen doughnuts, please?" Otto requested.

His fur had dried a while ago, and while Otto had grown used to the bitter smell of piss that had essentially infused itself with his natural body odor, he could tell the tall grizzly bear behind the counter was doing his best not to look too disgusted at the scent that conflicted with the aromas of coffee, sugar, fruit, and frying oil that wafted through the bakeshop.

"Sure, what would you like?" the bear replied, immediately jogging down to the end of the counter, both to get away from Otto and to grab two empty cardboard boxes.

Otto consulted the list that Nate had given him--the zebra stood behind him, observing the still-nude red panda as he called out doughnuts by names like "Hazelnut Crunchberry", "Mocha Loca", "Blue-Razzy Twist", "Citri-Delic", and "Stuffed Cro-Nut". Glazed Over, the bakeshop two blocks away from Grafton's campus, was famous among students--and the rest of the community around the university--for their doughnuts, and Nate and Otto had needed to practically run from Chatham Hall (halfway to the southern tip of campus) to get in line with the rest of the morning rush. As a result of spending all day yesterday fully exposed, his talk with Amir, and his morning shower from Nate, Otto's embarrassment about being nude in a throng of strangers had largely faded, and he stood taller than he did the previous day; where he had once been slouching significantly and crossing his arms, he now stood with his back straight and his chest pushed out a little more. He could, however, still feel that his nervous pulse was still elevated, and a nagging sense of awkward self-consciousness that chipped away at the confident facade he was wearing--most likely due to the pungently acerbic scent that clung to his fur and he was sure everyone else in line could smell even though he was nose-blind to it.

"And you've got one more," the bear baker said--he'd placed a full box of a dozen doughnuts on the counter in front of Otto and held the second box containing 11 doughnuts aloft.

The red panda checked his list again: The last item simply read "Dominic's favorite doughnut". Otto paused for a moment, trying to suss out what that meant. Where had he heard that phrase before? He squeezed his eyes shut, and in a flash, the trivia question from his initial night of hazing flared in his memory.

"Oh, a Bavarian Cream with GTZ glaze!" he blurted

The bear raised his eyebrows, then snorted in an attempt to suppress his laughter. "Ah, I almost forgot! You guys surprise me every year--damn if my memory isn't going." The ursine baker shook his head to himself and plucked the naked doughnut from the display case before placing it in the box. "I can give you the Bavarian Cream, but we don't have the GTZ glaze."

The bear placed the second full box of doughnuts on top of the first as he continued, "You'll need to get that from someone else." He nodded at Nate--Otto glanced back at the zebra, who simply grinned down at him. The red panda frowned, confused, before returning to the baker to pay for his order.

While walking back onto campus, Otto, who carried the boxes of doughnuts, asked Nate, "So, what'd he mean? I've got to get the GTZ glaze from someone else?"

"Well, only a Gamma Theta brother has the glaze," Nate answered cryptically.

"And every brother has it? That's why the baker looked at you?"

"Yep."

Otto looked at Nate expectantly as they continued walking. "Well? What do I have to do to get it from you? You've got, like, a bottle of it on you, right?"

Nate laughed as they turned down a path towards the science buildings, where their final destination for the morning lay. "No bottle, but you've gotta figure out what it is and how to get it, pledge."

As he spoke, Nate rubbed his crotch suggestively for Otto to see.

It clicked.

"You mean--"

"Ah, now you're getting it."

"But he's...that's...Dominic's the president of GTZ!" Otto protested. "You mean he seriously eats it like this?"

"Are you kidding? He loves it, can't get enough of it," Nate replied.

"But he shouldn't have to--"

Nate chuckled and steered Otto off the path they were walking, diverting to one of the smaller quads where students were walking or sitting with their laptops. "Alright, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Why do you think Dominic likes his doughnut like this?"

Otto looked down at the ground and shook his head for lack of an answer.

Nate smiled and patted Otto's shoulder. "Two reasons: First, he got used to eating it like this, just like every other GTZ president. And second, and more importantly, it's part of Gamma Theta's culture. I mean, no matter who you are in the fraternity, even if you make it to the top spot of GTZ, you'll always have to be in service of your brothers. The kind of stuff we're doing for hazing, that's not going away as soon as you get in--it's a part of who we are. That's what you're signing up for, both here and later in life. Yeah, the crazy shit stays mostly on campus, but the overall concept of service is what we're really about. Do you understand, pledge?"

Otto sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I get it. Well, if that's the way it is...where's a good spot to--"

Nate snickered, cutting him off. "Who said I'm doing it for you, pledge?"

Otto looked up at his big bro quizzically.

"You've gotta ask me the same way you greet your brothers," Nate expanded.

Otto gulped when he realized what the zebra meant--obviously he'd had much worse done to him in the short time that he'd started his hazing and had gotten some measure of enjoyment out of his treatment (just thinking back to his wakeup shower was enough to make his loins stir), but to be the one to ask to do something like this? An involuntary tingle ran up his spine at the prospect of this new level of debasing himself...yet he took a steadying breath, knowing full well what his next words would lead to. "What can I do for you?"

Nate nodded approvingly. "Nicely done, pledge," he said as he pushed Otto back onto the path they'd been walking.

The zebra continued leading the way to their goal: the Levine Center, where the Physics department was housed. When they reached the building, Nate held the door open for Otto to go inside, where they trooped up the atrium's staircase to the second floor and turned left down a corridor that led past the labs. But instead of one of the research rooms, Nate guided Otto to the men's bathroom. When Otto entered, he saw that the tile walls were stark white, while the toilet stall partitions were olive green--fortunately, it appeared they were all empty, and the urinals were unoccupied, too.

"Alright, let's put the donuts here," Nate directed, and Otto placed both boxes on the counter next to one of the sinks. When the red panda turned to head for the wider stall in the corner, Nate's voice echoed off the tile as he teasingly asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Well, aren't we doing this in there?" Otto asked, gesturing to the stall.

"Nah, let's get comfy and spread out a little," Nate told him breezily as he hopped up on the counter between the sinks. Otto watched in disbelief as the zebra kicked off his shoes while he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, then pulled them down and let them drop to the floor, leaving him completely bottomless and sitting bare-assed on the counter; his kiwi-sized nuts rested heavily on the quartz countertop.

"What if we get caught?" Otto asked nervously.

Nate shrugged. "Then we get caught, so what? You gonna come here and get started?" He gestured at his equine cock, which had already begun to swell and extend from his sheath; the button-shaped head was already starting to droop from the weight of his thickening shaft.

Otto glanced toward the restroom door for a moment before he stepped closer to the counter and positioned himself between Nate's legs--the zebra gently swung his feet back and forth, watching with a playful smile as Otto looked nervously down at his black cock, which had engorged enough to reach the edge of the counter, and it was still growing. The red panda could feel his pulse beating like a drum in his ears, and he checked the door behind him again before he felt Nate grab his wrist--surprised, Otto watched his big bro pull his hand down to his crotch.

"Well, come on, it's not gonna bite you," Nate said, forcing Otto to lay his hand on his shaft at the base.

Otto could feel the solid rod throb under his hand--he instinctively wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed gently.

"Mmf." Nate huffed and flexed his cock in Otto's grip. Taking that as a sign to continue, Otto placed his other hand closer towards the bulbous head and stroked downward on top of Nate's cock to meet his hand wrapped around the base.

"Mm, you've got a light touch, and your hands are soft," Nate mused as he watched.

"Uh, thanks," Otto breathed; he could feel himself blushing and his own sheath tightening around his cock as it started to rise up, but he willed himself to focus on stimulating Nate's member. Both hands rubbed up along the length of zebra meat; when they reached the tip, Otto shuffled in his stance to get a better position before he let his hands slip over the head and to the sensitive underside of the equine's penis. The girthy, warm shaft easily slid over his palms as he let them slowly glide back downward. He kept going, feeling every swollen vein and beat of Nate's pulse, until his fingers pushed up against Nate's tight sheath and his knuckles squeezed in between the bottom of the hefty cock and the tops of the substantial balls. Otto squeezed around the base of Nate's cock again, and he could feel the long equine penis firm up even more as a result of his attention.

Nate shifted and, almost paternally, ruffled the fur on Otto's head.

"That's a good start, pledge," Nate told him, holding his hand on Otto's head. "Now start pumping."

Otto--feeling lighter in his chest from the compliment--did as he was told, and he slowly started stroking the engorged cock in his hands, pulling upward and pushing downward at a steady pace. He alternated the pressure, occasionally tightening his grip and forcing the folds of skin to wrinkle and press against each other before he slacked off and let his hands slide under and over and around Nate's cock as smooth as velvet. He felt the bump of Nate's raised preputial ring on every stroke, and he let his fingers brush over the subtly swelling glans on the apex of every pump. Nate's cock jumped and flexed intermittently in his hands, clearly indicating that he was doing a good job.

Minutes passed with just the two of them in the bathroom, Otto ministering to Nate and Nate enjoying the handjob. At first, Otto thought that Nate would be just like any other hormonal college student, where he could rub out a load in under two minutes and they'd be on their way. But when five minutes had slipped by with only clear, sticky pre oozing from the zebra's cockhead, Otto concluded that he'd need to simply content himself with his task. Screw the possibility of getting caught, just focus on pleasuring Nate. He knew that they were on a deadline to deliver the doughnuts, but for now there was no point in keeping track of time. All that mattered was the service he was providing for his big bro.

As he worked, he relished the heat radiating from Nate's cock, the musk that emanated from his groin, and the heavy, guiding hand that still rested on his head--all together, it was enough to force his cock to stiffen to the point where it rubbed against his sheath piercing, and from there he knew he'd be as hard as he was earlier when Nate had pissed on him. But Otto didn't care--all he could concentrate on was taking care of his big bro like this. The only sounds in the bathroom were the fap-fap-fap of Otto's stroking, Nate's heavy breathing, and the occasional soft rasp of fur against the countertop as the zebra squirmed and spread his legs wider--punctuated every now and then by Nate's low voice:

"Mmm, there we go, cover the whole thing."

"Fuck, it feels so good having you rub my dick."

"Bro, your hands are like magic right now, this is awesome."

"Fucking work that cock. Damn you've got me leaking good."

Even though he could hear Nate's words of encouragement and his big bro's labored breathing, Otto chanced a glance up at the zebra's face every few minutes. Every time Otto checked his expression to make sure he was doing a good job, Nate looked like he was having the time of his life while sat on that bathroom counter: His eyes were half-lidded with lust as he watched Otto stroking him, his mouth hung open with his panting, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he occasionally bit his lip before moaning softly.

"Yeah, that's it, pledge, squeeze under the ring," Nate coached--Otto used one hand to tightly grasp the zebra's cock just below the preputial ring, making it pulse hard right above his fingers while his other hand now flew up and down the upper half of the black shaft and over the head. Pre oozed freely from his urethra, which Otto slathered wetly over the shaft as he stroked, lubing Nate's cock and making his hand fly faster up and down his length. The clear sticky fluid squelched between Otto's fingers and Nate's cock, adding to the lewd sounds that permeated the bathroom.

"You like that, big bro?" Otto found himself asking.

"Fuck yeah, that's awesome, little bro," Nate huffed. While keeping one hand on Otto's head to hold him in place, Nate had snaked his other hand under his own shirt and was pinching his nipples. "Keep it up, you're doing great."

"Bet you've got a big load saved up, huh?" Otto said, egging Nate on--he surprised himself with how husky his tone was as it echoed softly off the hard bathroom walls.

"Oh yeah, been looking forward to this for a while." Nate grinned arrogantly down at Otto and chuckled. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's been pent up."

Nate lifted his foot and planted it right below Otto's waist, next to the erection that had emerged from the red panda's sheath. Otto looked down and grimaced, but he couldn't resist leaning into the warmth and weight of Nate's sole pressing against his leg. He could feel just how close Nate's toes were to his aching cock, but he knew he'd get no relief here and now; this task was all about getting Nate's rocks off.

But it seemed that wouldn't stop Nate from teasing him with some dirty talk.

"You want to cum, too, don't you pledge? You can be honest with me, tell me you want to cum."

"I want it bad, big bro."

"Yeah, I figured my bitch wants to drain those balls," Nate crooned as Otto kept stroking him. "You want to cum at the same time as me?"

"That'd be so hot, bro, shooting with you," Otto groaned as he stroked Nate's cock faster.

"You've got me curious to see that lil' cock of yours spurt," Nate moaned lustfully. "Bet it feels good with that sheath piercing."

"So fucking good and tight," the red panda gasped, a note of desperation in his voice.

"Heh, sounds like you really need it, boy," Nate observed. He edged his foot closer to Otto's groin, his toes just a hair's breadth away from the throbbing cock. "You're lucky you've got hands like yours, they feel so damn good on my cock. Bet you'd love to use them on your own."

"Yes, sir."

"You like feet at all, pledge?"

Otto paused before he replied, "If you use them to get me off, big bro."

Nate groaned and laughed. "I bet you'd hump my foot right now if you were allowed to get off, wouldn't you?"

"Fuck yeah big bro."

"Just like a bitch." Nate leaned back, reveling in Otto's faster strokes and flexing his cock as he continued, "Use anything to bust a nut and get some relief. Even if it's your big bro's sweaty, musky feet. Bet you'd nut your brains out all over my sole if I got you off right now."

The zebra let his foot fall down to freely dangle once more, depriving Otto of the possibility.

"Only one of us is gonna get off, pledge. Who's it gonna be?"

"You, big bro," Otto panted as he kept up the tempo on Nate's cock. "I'm gonna help you shoot that fat load."

"Damn straight, pledge," the zebra moaned. He pinched his nipple hard as he said, "You're doing a good job, boy. Been a while since I've had a handjob this good."

"I aim to please."

"I bet you do. I get the feeling you've done this before," Nate said as he looked down at Otto--he could feel pressure rising in his loins, his cock was twitching so perfectly in Otto's hands, and his legs were starting to quiver. It wouldn't be long now, but he kept up, "Your mouth was too good for a first-timer the other night, and you're milking me like a pro."

Otto grinned in spite of himself and what he was doing--he knew he should be feeling degraded, and on some level he was, but at the same time, the compliments boosted him to the point where he got an idea.

He stopped his fast stroking along the upper portion of Nate's shaft and focused his attention on the glans that were starting to flare--he teasingly rubbed over the hyper-sensitive ridges before clamping down around the perimeter of the head with his fingers and pumping up and down in quick pulses.

Nate jumped in his seat and moaned loudly, his voice echoing off the tiles. "Ooooh damn! You've got me right on the fucking edge...fuuuuuck, get ready to catch that load."

Otto smirked as he kept the pulsing up for another moment. "Fuck yeah, bro, shoot that load for me."

"I'm close...fuck I'm so close, I'm so fucking close!"

"Yeah, let it out, big bro, empty those balls, bust that nut."

Otto tightened his grip and began pushing down on Nate's flare--the pressure around his cockhead was too much for the zebra, it was like he was fucking the tightest hole he'd ever felt.

"Ooooooh fuck! Gonna...uuuuunnnhhhh!" Nate bellowed.

The cock in Otto's hand jerked as it fired the first ropey shot of thick white fluid all over the red panda's arm and chest. Otto, realizing he'd need a good way to catch the cum for Dominic's doughnut, quickly released his grip on Nate's preputial ring and, using his hand clamped below the flared cockhead to aim the spasming cock, held his empty palm up to collect the next spurt of semen. It formed a puddle in his hand, a gloppy batter of sperm that smelled wonderfully bitter, salty, sweet, savory, and musky. Nate's cock throbbed heavily again and again, contracting wildly in Otto's grip, and the red panda struggled to hold the member steady; while a generous helping of cum landed safely in his cupped palm, Nate's climax was so forceful that he sprayed Otto's arm and chest with long, goopy streaks of white that began to soak and mat his fur when they landed.

Nate jerked in Otto's hold, groaning and moaning as his breathing settled--he had squeezed his eyes shut while riding the crest of his orgasm, but as he came back down, he opened them again to see Otto's accomplished smile as he held a handful of his sperm.

"Damn...damn, you emptied my balls good," Nate breathed. He ran a hand through his mane, steadying himself as he sat up straight. "Man, I might need you to do that more often."

"Maybe after I get into Gamma Theta," Otto smirked.

Nate laughed. "Don't get too big for your britches, pledge, we've still got the rest of this week first. In the meantime..."

By the time Nate and Otto entered the physics lab, the entire class was assembled at their research tables, with Dominic Montwood sitting behind his table in the middle of the room with his lab partner. The Great Dane looked up at Otto and grinned as the red panda--still nude, still reeking of Nate's urine, his cock fortunately flaccid enough to show only the tip poking out of his sheath, and now noticeably matted streaks of fur across his arm and chest--approached his table.

"I have a doughnut delivery for President Montwood's lab!" Otto called, bearing both boxes of Glazed Over doughnuts.

As the class clapped and gathered around Dominic's table to collect their doughnuts, the Great Dane plucked the Bavarian Cream from the box and held it in his fingers, the thin layer of zebra jizz spread on top dripping over his fingers.

"This had better be GTZ glaze," he said. Dominic glanced at Nate, who flashed him a thumb's up and a wink. Satisfied, Dominic turned his attention to Otto. "Nate told you why I like my doughnuts like this?"

"Yes, sir," Otto replied.

The Great Dane smirked. "Keep up the good work, pledge."

With that, Dominic opened his mouth wide and took a giant bite of the doughnut, sloppily getting thick cream and cum over his lips and muzzle. He chewed and clearly savored the flavors on his tongue before he swallowed, greedily licked his chops, and went in for another bite.

"One down, got at least nine to go," Nate said cheerily as he tugged on the leash.

It had been two days since Otto delivered the doughnuts to Dominic's physics lab, meaning it had also been two more nights in his piss-soaked sleeping bag on the floor and two more mornings of Nate emptying his bladder over him. Otto thoroughly reeked of the zebra's piss, and while he was more than ready to take a long, cleansing shower, the red panda had begun secretly hoping that the smell would never fully wash out.

That morning, Nate had told Otto that it was time for his next initiation task; the zebra had buckled a collar around Otto's neck and clipped a leash to it, forcing the red panda to follow him out of the dorm and onto the main campus quad. When they came to a stop in the middle of the quad, at the busiest intersection of paths between buildings, Nate had finally told Otto what he had to do.

"Excuse me, do you have a second to spit in my mouth?" Otto had begun asking students as they passed by on their way to and from classes.

Most of the students he asked laughed or said some variation of "Fuck no, you freak." While he still felt the tiniest twinges of shame at having to debase himself like this, after the degrading things he'd had done to him already, Otto found it easier to let each rejection and snicker bounce off of him. He obviously stank of piss, had been thoroughly humiliated in his classes, and was at Nate's beck and call 24 hours a day--what else could hurt him now?

But he didn't realize how much his heart would leap when he finally got a "yes" from a raccoon who had stopped and said, "Sure, why not?"

Ignoring the hint of excitement and anticipation bubbling in his stomach, Otto dutifully opened his mouth and bent his knees slightly so his face was lower than the raccoon's chin. Nate kept a firm grip on the leash in his hand as he heard the raccoon snort and watched him work his jaw as he gathered spittle and mucus from the back of his throat and in his mouth.

The raccoon placed his hands on Otto's cheeks, holding him steady, and took aim.

"Chhhaaawck-puh!"

Otto kept his eyes open as the raccoon unceremoniously spit a thick wad of phlegm and saliva onto his waiting tongue; he could taste the salt of the mucus mixed with the spearmint flavor of the raccoon's chewing gum, and as the raccoon's breath washed over his nose, he caught a whiff of something overly sweet that must've been recently-smoked pot. Otto paid no mind to the students walking by who openly stared at what had just happened. Instead, Otto simply rolled the viscous loogie back to his throat and gulped, feeling the slimy and grossly chunky mass pass into his esophagus.

"What do you say, pledge?" Nate prompted.

"Thank you very much!"

"No prob," the raccoon had said before strolling away to his next class.

Which left Otto with the challenge of finding at least nine more people willing to spit in his mouth. Nate led him by the leash to the library, where he waited a few feet from the doors and offered himself up to students entering and exiting the building. When an hour had passed with no takers, Nate walked him over to the performing arts center; the zebra casually sat on a bench outside the doors and positioned to stand Otto in front of him, keeping the underclassman on his feet while he said his line over and over again:

"Excuse me, do you have a second to spit in my mouth?"

Drama students, musicians, dancers, and singers passed him with dubious sneers and acidic comments, taking no more than a second to shrug him off while they went on their ways.

Fortunately, after 20 minutes of trying, a wolverine who sat on the next bench over and was strumming his guitar piped up. "Hey, this for some fraternity thing?"

"Yeah, trying to get this pledge into Gamma Theta," Nate answered while Otto kept begging other students for their help.

The wolverine smirked and let his fingers drop from the guitar strings. "Well, if it'll shut him up so I can play in peace, I'll spit in him."

Nate laughed. "You, my friend, have a deal. Pledge?"

At the tug of his leash, Otto turned to face his big bro and the wolverine. Nate jerked his head towards his neighbor, and Otto quickly stepped up before sinking to his knees in front of the wolverine--he looked young, he had to be a freshman like Otto. The red panda opened his mouth and waited obediently.

The wolverine tilted his head back and cleared his throat, hacking up a load of saliva and mucus. He then leaned over his guitar and closer to Otto's face.

"Puh!"

A ropey, translucent green glob of phlegm and spit flew towards Otto's open mouth--half of it landed in his muzzle while the other half splattered on the corner of his lips and cheek. Instinctively, Otto reached with his tongue to lick his cheek; both Nate and the wolverine watched him work his dextrous tongue to collect the congealing saliva from his cheek before he slurped it into his mouth and gulped it down.

"Thank you very much!" Otto said after he'd swallowed.

"And we'll get out of your hair," Nate added as he stood. "Come on, pledge, we got at least 8 more to go if you want to qualify."

As they walked further across campus, Otto watched a panther running one of the trails in the distance--he was probably training for a race of some kind. As Otto's eyes followed the runner, he could see the panther turn his head to the side and spit excess saliva on the ground.

Otto's eyebrows rose as the synapses in his brain sparked. "Hey, I think I've got an idea."

The third floor of the athletics complex housed rows of treadmills, ellipticals, stationary bikes, and stair climbers; most of them were currently in use due to many students who wanted to get a midday workout in between classes and study time. Sweat poured freely from brows and across backs, and there were quite a few students who needed to spit but couldn't indoors.

A tiger, running with his mouth conspicuously closed and breathing hard through his nose, raised his hand and waved at Otto. The red panda, no longer attached to his leash but now wearing a crudely made sign around his neck that read "Spit Bucket", skirted around the machines on the gym floor and approached the tiger's treadmill. He pulled himself up on the treadmill's handles and stood on his tip-toes to inch his face closer to the tiger's; as the tiger's gaze rested on Otto's mug while he still ran, the pledge dropped his jaw and angled his head back slightly, giving the feline a larger and easier-to-hit target area.

"Puh!"

Foamy saliva spun from the tiger's lips and into Otto's waiting jaws, where he sucked down the fluid. The tiger winked at him and re-focused on his run, while Otto turned his head to look for another waving hand.

Nate, meanwhile, updated the counter on his phone to 39. Otto was well over the qualifying mark of getting a minimum of 10 people to spit in his mouth to mark the task as complete, although he'd earn extra advantages for initiation with the fraternity if he went higher. Nate recalled that the record was 87, and he mentally kicked himself for never having had this particular idea when he was going through hazing--the closest he'd gotten was 43. But sometimes youth meant innovation, and the zebra quickly updated the counter on his phone again to 40 as he watched the walking Spit Bucket collect another especially slimy and syrupy helping of spit from a bear on one of the stationary bikes; the ursine practically shoved his wide muzzle in Otto's open mouth to deposit his contribution. Judging by the red panda's initiative and clearly emerging enthusiasm (not to mention the cock that was visibly chubbing in his sheath), Nate had a feeling Otto could very happily spend another hour here and land a new record.

"And time starts...now," Nate said, tapping the green button on his phone's countdown timer: 5:00:00.0 began counting backwards.

Another day had passed, bringing with it another golden shower from Nate, another round of classes fully nude except for his ball stretcher and sheath piercing, and another initiation task.

Neither of them had classes that afternoon, so they'd set up shop in the extra-spacious disabled toilet stall; Otto was on his knees right next to a hole in the metal partition. Nate sat comfortably on the toilet, fully clothed and leaning back against the wall--he held his economics textbook in his lap and was reading through his assigned chapters with a highlighter.

The door opened every few minutes, letting in the sounds of students milling around and talking in the Student Union. Otto could hear some students come in to simply wash their hands and leave, others pissed into the urinals, and every so often a student would enter one of the stalls along the wall.

Otto simply waited in silence, his knees resting on the tiled floor that was covered in who-knew-what kinds of filth and bacteria. He listened intently for someone to enter the stall next to his, but so far there were no takers--for the most part, anyone who used one of the stalls was heading towards the far end of the bathroom. Apart from the largely wordless bathroom business and the sparse conversations of other boys either talking with each other or on their phones, the only thing marking the passage of time was the occasional flick of the page as Nate continued reading his textbook and the swish of his highlighter against paper.

Eventually Nate checked his phone, then sighed without revealing how much time had elapsed.

"All it takes is one, just give it some time, pledge," he muttered softly.

Otto continued to wait...and wait...he heard his stomach growl, it was definitely past his lunch time.

And he still waited...and waited...more stalls in the bathroom were being used, then vacated...he waited...and waited...

Creeeak, click.

Otto's ears perked at the sound of someone entering and locking the stall next to his; he heard a zipper being pulled down, followed by pants, and he caught a flash of a blue T-shirt from his vantage point, but that was all he could see of the stall's occupant.

Otto gulped and felt his heart beat faster as he contemplated making a move while the stall's occupant was using the toilet. He started to lean forward, then rocked back on his knees, preferring to wait for the user to finish.

Soon he heard the flush of the toilet and the tell-tale shuffle of pants being pulled back up. Something nudged his back, and Otto glanced quickly at Nate, who had pushed his foot to his spine and was frantically mouthing, "Go, go, go!" at him.

A hint of panic seared through his stomach, and Otto cleared his throat and rested his fingers on the rim of the glory hole.

The stall's occupant stopped adjusting his pants.

"You...uh, you offering to..." Otto heard a nervous and low voice ask.

Otto had rehearsed the line over and over in his head, but it still felt so strange hearing the words come out of his own mouth when he had never done something like this before. "Yeah, do you want to get in on some fun?"

The pants on the other side of the partition dropped to the floor again and Otto pulled his hand back from the hole. A second later, a chubby and stout, pink, semi-flaccid cock pushed through and drooped over the rim of the opening in the partition. The dick wagged back and forth as Otto's anonymous neighbor readjusted his stance to comfortably stand against the wall, and Otto could smell his stale musk wafting towards him. The red panda licked his lips to wet them, then nosed the underside of the cock.

"Whoa," he heard the voice from behind the partition breathe in surprise.

Refusing to give himself a chance to change his mind and back out of the challenge, Otto quickly slurped the chubbing penis into his mouth.

"Oh damn!" the voice shuddered.

Otto concentrated on rolling his tongue around the cock in his mouth, rubbing from side to side across the bulging underside and flicking upward over the frenulum, making the member flex and harden. Soon it pounded against his tongue, filling his mouth in such a satisfying way that he felt his own cock start to stiffen in his sheath. Ignoring the heat building in his loins, Otto held his hands against the partition to brace himself as he bobbed his head back and forth along the length. He groaned softly as he pushed his face up against the wall to fully engulf the member; the chubby and short dick reached only to the back of his palate, just barely touching the end of his tongue. He suckled and swallowed, nursing on the cock like he was trying to feed, and his own erection grew harder as it slid against his sheath piercing, while the ball stretcher still pulled down on his nuts.

"Oooooh man, that's good," the voice moaned softly.

"Dude, what're you doing in there?" another voice from outside the stalls asked.

Otto continued his nursing while the owner of the dick in his mouth said, "What's it sound like I'm doing? Glory hole's open for business!"

"Ooooh!" a small chorus of voices whooped and cheered from other stalls and the urinals.

"Buddy, you might have more to work on soon!" a different voice called out.

Otto jumped as Nate's laugh sounded right behind him. "He'll be here for a while! Start lining up, boys, he's hungry!"

Footsteps tapped on the tile and chatter echoed off the walls as Otto heard what must have been a small throng of eager college boys line up outside of the stalls. While his dick twitched at the realization that he'd have to service all of them--and more, thanks to word of mouth spreading his presence at the glory hole--in the meantime, he focused on the cock his lips were currently wrapped around.

Otto sucked, forming a vacuum in his mouth, before slobbering noisily over the smooth shaft. His head rocked back and forth for another minute before he clamped his lips around the base and sucked again, effectively using his mouth like a penis pump, and he could feel every forceful pulse of the cock against his tongue. He pulled his head back, keeping up the vacuum pressure as his mouth receded from the base, up along the shaft, and his lips tugged on the swollen glans; Otto forced himself to go slow and prolong the experience for whoever was on the other side of the partition. When he at last released the tip of the dick from his mouth with an audible pop, he began lapping at it like a stick of candy, writhing his tongue over every inch and bathing the salty flesh with his saliva. From the stall occupant's reaction to that, Otto could tell his efforts were paying off.

"Oh god, I'm not gonna last much longer like this, dude," the voice behind the wall moaned.

"Mmm yeah...gonna shoot...that load for me?" Otto asked between licks and suckles.

"Oh fuuuuuck man...get ready for it."

Whoever was in the stall obviously was hopelessly ready to ejaculate, as Otto had only a few seconds before the cock he was licking began heavily oozing creamy gushes of white semen.

"Aaaaahh fuuuuuck!" the voice grunted loudly as his cock pulsed and trembled--Otto figured his legs must have been shaking from the intensity of his climax.

"Whoohoo! Way to go, man! Bust that nut, champ!" Cheers and applause arose from the line outside the stalls, drowning out the stall occupant's gasps and groans as he came.

The red panda licked up from the base of the chubby cock again, coaxing out each spurt of cum with his tongue until he reached the broad cockhead, where Otto lapped over the urethra; he was rewarded with stuttering moans of pleasure from the voice as he slurped up the flow of warm sperm right from the source. Otto's tongue missed a few goopy strands that clung to the fur on his chin, but all that mattered was making sure his new friend's balls were drained. He licked up as much as he could while the flow of cum slowly abated. When he realized he'd milked out every drop, Otto kissed the tip of the deflating cock and drew back once more, with a string of saliva and semen still connecting his lips to the dick he'd just sucked to completion.

"That was amazing," the voice sighed, content. "Thanks bud." He flexed his cock once more before pulling it back through the glory hole, snapping the thin string of fluid that had led up to Otto's mouth.

"Come on man, hurry it up!" an impatient voice called out as Otto heard the current stall occupant pull up his pants and zipper.

The stall door unlocked opened, a shuffle of footsteps sounded, and the door closed and locked again.

"Alright, let's get started," a new voice said as he dropped his pants to the floor and pushed his cock through the glory hole; his member was already hard and twitching, and significantly longer than the previous dick Otto had serviced.

Otto glanced back at Nate--the zebra was still reading his textbook, but he smirked and muttered, "Like I said, all it takes is one, pledge."

Nate's words rang true: Over the course of that afternoon, the door to the bathroom opened at least every couple of minutes to a round of applause before more footsteps joined the line that had formed. Otto guessed that either the boys currently in the bathroom were texting their friends about what was going on in the Student Union, or satisfied students who slowly trickled out after their oral service were tracking down their buddies and sending them to the bathroom. And even with all the people crowding into the bathroom, noticeably absent was the sound of anybody actually using a toilet or urinal. Instead, the two main sources of noise in the tiled room were the muted chatter of the college students who were waiting their turn at the glory hole and the shlk-shlk-shlk of Otto spit-shining the cock currently pulsating in his mouth.

For the rest of his time in that bathroom stall, Otto faced a constant stream of cocks poking through the glory hole, sliding along his tongue and down his throat (which he was handling much more confidently and quietly thanks to his gag reflex being forced into submission by the repeated deep throating he had been doing), spurting semen in his mouth and on his face, and retreating back through the hole, only to be replaced by a new dick that was ready and eager to be polished by his tongue and drained down his throat. The whole time Otto was gagging on cocks and gargling cum, Nate sat with his economics textbook, sliding his highlighter along important lines and scribbling notes in the margins.

He lost track of how many climaxes he had swallowed, how many different loads were sloshing and mixing together thickly in his stomach, and how many ropes had been shot on his cheeks, chin, and nose. All he could see was the newest cock ready to burst with savory, bitter cum; all he could feel in his mouth was the rubbing of countless shafts and heads in so many shapes and sizes against his tongue, while all he felt below his waist was the almost painful pleasure of being so intensely erect himself; all he could taste and smell was the pervading and all-encompassing flavors of musk and semen.

After a while, everything began to swirl and blend together. There was no more thinking about anything except where the perfect sweet spots were on the cock he was currently teasing with his tongue. There was no more caring about anything except the orgasm that would fill his mouth and the groans of appreciation and ecstasy that reaffirmed he was doing a good job. There was no more remembering anything except that he was in this stall for a purpose, and as long as he served that purpose, he'd get what he wanted. For that afternoon, there was no more Otto except for a warm, wet hole with a tongue to be used to relieve so many desperately horny college students.

There were two experiences during his tour of duty at the glory hole that stood out from the blur: the first was one of the largest canine cocks he'd ever seen. The knot of the engorged, bright red shaft just barely fit through the hole in the partition, and Otto could see that pre was already dripping from the pointed tip.

"Get your mouth around it and hold still," the throaty voice on the other side of the wall had instructed. Otto had obeyed, sinking as much of the cock between his lips as he could get; he savored the subtle swell of the dick's underside gliding over his tongue and resting on his palate.

From there, the dog had humped Otto's mouth, thrusting back and forth at a steady, powerful pace. The partition shook as the canine's waist had smacked against the metal wall, and Otto could feel the giant knot bump against his nose on each thrust while the tip of his cock slid in and out of his throat. All the while, he tasted salty pre that leaked freely from the dog's dick slit.

"Oh fuck yeah, your throat's like fucking silk, man," the dog had growled.

It hadn't taken him more than two minutes of solid mouth-fucking before the canine's humping became more erratic.

"Get ready, buddy, gonna knot you!"

Otto had groaned his acknowledgement, and not a moment too soon; the dog thrust hard, shoving his knot against Otto's jaw. The red panda instinctively opened wider, feeling his jaw muscles strain to accommodate the significant size difference, and the knot popped in between his lips and teeth. Otto clamped down around the root of the canine penis, sending its owner over the edge. The dog howled and gripped the top of the partition, his fingers curling over the side, as he painted Otto's throat liberally with his seed. Otto gulped as quickly as he could, but there was such a deluge that the dog's cum backed up into his nose, and glopping semen leaked from his nostrils. Otto had coughed and gagged.

"Fuck yeah...gonna flood you with cum..." the dog had groaned, clearly aware of just how big his load was as the muscles in his dick kept firing.

The second experience of note was when, instead of a dick, he was presented with a view of someone's asshole and taint under their raised tail.

"It's clean, I swear!" the owner of the ass had said pleadingly.

Otto had looked back at Nate for guidance; the zebra had shrugged and motioned for Otto to get to it. With his marching orders in mind, Otto had first sniffed the ass, which smelled decent enough--pleasantly musky and ready to eat, even. He extended his tongue and lapped up over the exposed hole, making the ass wiggle in his face and push back against his muzzle. Otto had pressed his tongue against the wrinkled pucker, then swirled around the rim, building up a good layer of saliva and encouraging the hole to relax and naturally gape. As it started to loosen up, Otto rolled his tongue and pushed into the ass, eliciting a satisfied moan from the person on the other side of the wall--Otto could feel the rhythmic bumping of a hand against balls, the tell-tale sign that his current customer was masturbating furiously. Otto pushed his head closer to the glory hole for a better angle. He forced his tongue deeper, flicking it over the warm, fleshy folds inside the ass, and kept licking until he felt the person bump against the partition and moan loudly.

"Oooh fuck, right there, right there's the spot..."

Otto assaulted the person's prostate with his tongue, first tenderly slurping before harshly poking it with his tongue. He felt the hole clench sporadically around his tongue as he worked, and the fap-fap-fap of the stall occupant's hand stroking his cock grew faster and faster until...

"Oh goooooooood aaahhh!"

Otto felt the hole tighten on his tongue and he heard the light spaff-spaff-spaff...spaff of cum hitting the opposite wall in the stall next to him. After a moment of simply recovering, resting his ass against the wall, and letting Otto keep his tongue in his ass, the anonymous stall occupant had slowly pulled off of Otto's tongue with a wet schlorp as his hole dripped with red panda drool.

Otto's neck ached from the constant motion of bobbing his head back and forth, but he persevered through the soreness, through the loads that swamped his mouth, and through the musk that overwhelmed his senses. When all was said and done at the end of those five hours, Nate silenced his countdown timer's alarm and yanked Otto off the dick he was currently working on, which bobbed needily and dripped with drool when the pledge's mouth was pulled away.

"What the fuck man, gonna give me blue balls here!" the voice behind the wall complained.

"Alright, boys, it's quitting time for this one, thanks for your business!" the zebra called.

"Aaawww, come on!" the remaining boys in the bathroom chorused in a mixture of outrage, annoyance, and desperation.

Nate ignored them, instead examining Otto. He playfully tsked at the red panda, admonishing the state he was in: Otto's cheeks, whiskers, cheeks, chin, and lips were coated with semen, with more streaking down his front, completely matting his fur with chunky, globby ropes. The pledge looked completely dazed and exhausted, his eyes unfocused and the hint of a self-satisfied grin playing at the corners of his overworked mouth. His chest heaved for want of air, and he licked his gummy, cum-laden lips for more sperm that dripped from his muzzle--he was clearly cock starved and cum drunk and looked more than likely ready to guzzle another five hours' worth of dicks before fainting.

"You're such a mess, pledge," Nate mused as he rubbed Otto's jizz-stained cheek affectionately.

"Uh-huuuhhh." Otto could barely form the sounds through the cum coating his throat.

The zebra helped the red panda to his feet and unlocked the stall, where they met the waiting crowd of boys to claps and cheers before Nate half-guided and half-dragged a stupefied and staggering Otto to the bathroom exit.

Otto hefted the 40 ounce bottle in his hands--it was a solid column of heavy-duty, shatter-proof, clear acrylic that was 3 inches in diameter, with a blunt shoulder capped by a stout neck that had a complex valve system installed. The bottom of the bottle was completely round, as if a hemisphere had been molded into it instead of the regular flat base. And inside the bottle was 40 ounces of Weissbier.

"Pretty sure you can guess why we order them specially made like this, right?" Nate said as he tapped the rounded base of the bottle.

It was Saturday. Another night had passed, during which Otto recovered from his afternoon shift at the glory hole. Ordinarily, the red panda would have been sleeping in and enjoying a late start to his morning, feeling refreshed and ready for a pleasant breakfast before spending time with friends around campus. But this Saturday had started with another early-morning shower of piss from Nate (accompanied by a round of demeaning, objectifying dirty talk that had gotten Otto riled up just like every other morning). And once Otto had cleaned up the resulting puddle of urine that pooled around his soaked and stinking sleeping bag, he had been presented with an enema kit and a bottle of lube.

From there, Nate had trailed Otto to the bathroom, where they used a shower stall together to clean Otto out before the zebra directed his little bro to get on his hands and knees and start fingering himself. Nate had watched as Otto crouched on the floor, lubed up his fingers, reached under his tail, swirled more lube around the rim of his puckered hole, and pushed a digit into his rectum. His neglected, almost painfully erect cock bounced and twitched from the stimulation, while his aching and pendulous nuts swung lower now from all the cum that had been building up over the past week and the ball stretcher he had worn around the clock.

"Mmf," Otto had grunted at the intrusion.

"That's it, now wiggle it back and forth, get used to the feeling," Nate coached as he watched Otto.

Soon the finger was gliding easily in and out of Otto's tight sphincter, and Nate had instructed him to insert a second. The red panda's hole loosened up further during the minutes that Otto worked over his hole with two digits inside, and Nate, his hand caressing the firm bulge in his own pants, soon ordered Otto to push his next finger into himself. The pledge did as he was told, and Otto began naturally rotating his wrist to widen his hole in all directions as he pushed deeper.

"Ooh fuck!" Otto had suddenly yelped.

"You hit your prostate, didn't you?" Nate observed the red panda's arched back, curling toes, and twitching cock. He shook his head and dominantly placed his foot on Otto's back, forcing the pledge to bend closer to the floor. "Keep fingering yourself, but don't milk it at all. You're not getting off today, pledge."

Otto had nodded and compliantly continued fingering himself, doing his best to avoid stimulating his prostate and forcing pre to leak from his attention-starved cock. From there, it was a simple matter for Nate to watch and eventually instruct his little bro to push in his fourth finger...then his thumb...up until Otto could get his knuckles inside and rotate his wrist with no effort at all. Otto panted with desire as he realized how wide open and hungry his hole was; he clenched, trapping air in his gaping hole before he relaxed and let it out again. He felt so empty and so ready for something to fill him. His mouth had gotten such a long workout yesterday, why shouldn't things be evened out today? Otto flushed as he wondered if he should ask Nate to fuck him. Would he be allowed to do that? Could he get off from the zebra pushing his prostate with his flared cock?

"So...now what?" Otto had asked, hoping to lead the conversation to the fantasies playing in his lust-addled brain.

"I'm glad you asked, pledge. Back to your room."

Otto's heart had leapt at the command--maybe Nate would fuck him in his bed! Or even better, his sleeping bag that was still damp with his big bro's urine! Maybe Nate had enough left in his bladder to flood his guts with urine after dumping a load inside him. Would his big bro breed him doggy-style? Or would he want Otto to ride him? Facing towards him or away from him? Would there be a blindfold or restraints of any kind? Would he pull on his balls?

The red panda's mind went wild with the possibilities, hoping against hope that his task would be to take Nate all the way to the hilt--he was sure he could do it. It'd take some work, but he was willing to put in the effort and be of service to his big bro! He'd done it before by milking him with his hands, why not with his ass this time? Otto scrambled to his feet and eagerly followed Nate back to his dorm room, his cock wagging from side to side as he walked; he didn't care who on the dormitory floor saw that he was horny and desperate, all he wanted was that giant, black, delicious zebra cock to fill his ass.

"Alright, pledge, I've got a little gift for you for your next task," Nate said, reaching into his backpack.

Otto furrowed his brow, puzzled--maybe Nate was pulling out a condom so he wouldn't seed his ass? Or did he have a dildo modeled on his own dick? Or what if it was a set of handcuffs he had to wear while getting fucked by Nate and a bunch of other Gamma Theta brothers, and Otto would be chained to his bed...

Nate had pulled out the 40 ounce bottle of beer and handed it to Otto, who hefted it in his palms. He inspected the valve system lodged in the neck and wondered what it was supposed to do; how complicated did a bottle have to be, you just opened it and poured whatever drink was inside into a cup, right? But then the zebra diverted Otto's attention away from the valve by calling out the rounded base of the bottle for him. It took a moment for Otto to put it together and figure out what his big bro was getting at.

"You mean I have to--"

"Put this up your ass, backwards, that's right."

Otto gulped nervously, but Nate just plastered his shit-eating grin on his face. "Why do you think I was having you stretch?"

All his fantasies evaporated, leaving behind only the bottle that weighed heavily in his hands. Otto squared up his shoulders, bracing himself for what he knew was going to be a challenge--he didn't even think of resisting, negotiating for something smaller, or saying "no", his mind had been so warped by what he'd done over the course of the week. All he immediately knew was to jump to it without question, except for one:

"So when do I need to start?"

Nate consulted his phone. "You should've gotten started about five minutes ago, we've got an appointment to get to soon. So you're gonna have to rush."

Together, they quickly devised their approach: After lubing up the bottle and applying a liberal coating of lube to his ass, Otto raised his tail and squatted over the container. He bent his knees further to sink down enough for his hole to kiss the rounded base of the flask while Nate held it upside down, gripping the neck of the bottle between his fingers.

"Alright, pledge, down you go."

Otto nodded and began to bear down, gritting his teeth as the wide base of the bottle prodded against his rear entrance. Even with the spherical shape molded into the acrylic, the size of the base was enough to make Otto struggle to relax. He could feel it slowly pushing inward at his lips, trying to force them in the opposite direction they naturally worked. Otto grunted as he raised himself up and took a few deep breaths before he tried again--it was like a battering ram trying to slide into a mouse hole. He persisted, squirming from side to side to try to get at least some purchase on the bottle.

"Come on, pledge, get it in," Nate encouraged.

Otto hunched over himself even more and groaned through the strain he felt on his hole as he tried to both actively relax his muscles and let gravity help pull him down.

"Oof!" he gasped as he finally felt the first inch slip past his anus and rise up into his rectum. The smooth, cool acrylic was like nothing he'd ever experienced before, just a broad, textureless column that was slowly impaling him.

"There we go!" Nate beamed. He tapped a finger on the shoulder of the bottle, sending vibrations up into Otto's hole that sporadically tensed around the acrylic intruder as his body tried to adjust. "Now we just need to push the rest into you."

Otto was too breathless to ask for a break, and without waiting for him to even think about recovering, Nate started forcing the bottle upwards with his fingers. Dribbles of lube--squeezed off by Otto's clenching hole--lazily rolled down the sides of the bottle and over the zebra's fingers and hands, but he kept raising the flask to lodge it deeper in the hot flesh that wrapped around it. Through the clear layer of acrylic, Nate could see the deep red of Otto's rectum and the occasional squirm of wet muscle as he kept pushing.

The red panda could only stay where he was, squatting over the bottle that bore into him like a blunt drill; Otto was too stuck in the pain-and-pleasure cycle of being filled wider and deeper to do anything other than arch his back, tilt his head up to the ceiling as he groaned, and focus on keeping his hole as open as possible. Inch after inch of glass-like acrylic slid past his lips as Nate pushed. Otto's insides slowly spread and compressed against themselves as his inner folds of muscle rippled over the wide bottle that plumbed his depths, having no choice but to accept the intruder. There was only so much natural resistance his body could do before a much stronger force overpowered him, and he simply became nothing more than a hole to be filled with the bottle, just like a rack that was intended to have a flask of wine inserted into one of its slots.

"Unnnggh fuhuuhuhuck," Otto's voice quavered as Nate pushed the bottle deeper into his rectum, and shivers ran freely up and down the red panda's spine as the nerves in his stretched ass lips registered more of the smooth flask sliding past them.

Otto's dick trembled uselessly in front of him, so close but so out of reach--he still had enough self control not to touch it, but it was taking all his willpower to ignore the temptation of just grabbing his erection and stroking out a loud right there, consequences be damned. He jerked and grunted lewdly, biting his lip to contain himself as he felt the bottle butt up against his prostate and smoothly rub over it as Nate continued pushing. A tantalizing bead of pre oozed out of his urethra and tenuously rested on his cockhead as his dick pulsed and twitched; Otto had to force himself not to pick up the bulbous pearl of fluid with his finger and deposit it on his tongue. Instead, he watched as it went to waste by sliding down his swollen cock and joining the rest of his musk and sweat in his sheath and crotch.

Now that most of the bottle was inside him, it seemed to be slipping in more easily compared to when Otto had first started; Nate found himself picking up speed. It was almost as if Otto's ass were actively swallowing the bottle, pulling it further in just to stimulate him even more (as evinced by Otto's continued groaning and moaning as Nate worked the bottle deeper into him).

"You're doing great, pledge, we're almost there," Nate said as he kept pushing; Otto's tail flicked and brushed against the zebra's arm. Nate snickered, imagining just how much agony and how much ecstasy were flowing through Otto's body at the same time, sending so many mixed signals to his brain that he wouldn't have much mental space for anything else except dutifully following his commands.

Slowly, steadily, the giant bottle disappeared into Otto's ass. Nate kept an eye on his phone's clock, gauging how much time they had until their appointment; they were going to cut it close, but it was just so indulgently satisfying to take the time to watch the red panda's lips contract at last when they reached the shoulder of the bottle. After having been stretched so wide for so long, Otto's hole weakly closed, almost like an anemone closing around its tentacles to protect itself; in this case, the abused and inflamed ring of flesh shut snugly over the acrylic flask until only the neck, with its still-capped valve system installed in the orifice, remained exposed under Otto's tail.

Otto panted heavily as he asked, "So...what appointment do we have?"

Otto waddled down the stairs after Nate; he could feel the contents of the bottle still in his ass sloshing around, and his muscles were screaming at him to sit down. After hurriedly and uncomfortably shambling from his dorm and all the way across campus to the Wabash School of Business, Otto was in dire need of a seat, but Nate had kept him going, citing the need to be on time. They'd entered the WSB and descended into the basement where there were classrooms and offices for adjunct professors and teaching assistants.

Nate led Otto to the Alikah Auditorium, the lecture hall at the far end of the corridor. Otto wondered what they were doing in such a place, but he held his tongue as the zebra pushed open the door and let Otto follow.

The auditorium was brightly lit, with enormous projector screens and whiteboards dominating the far wall of the room. Otto and Nate stood at the top level of the lecture hall, looking down to see the teaching space at the front of the auditorium; there was a podium and a desk, and at the desk sat a heavyset, middle-aged puma in a white button-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up over his meaty forearms, a blue sweater vest that clung tightly to his broad belly, and khakis. He was examining and marking the papers on the desk--most likely grading assignments--before he looked up at the sound of the auditorium door swinging shut.

"Hi Dr. Barrett," Nate called, his voice echoing downward as he began descending the tiers with Otto close behind.

"Mr. Lasky, good to see you!" the puma replied, leaning back squeakily in his chair. He consulted his watch. "You're actually a few minutes early this time!"

"We got our hustle on for you," Nate quipped.

"Well, I appreciate it," Dr. Barrett said genially as he folded his hands over his barrel-like stomach. "I was starting to get a little parched, so you've got good timing." He stayed sitting as Nate and Otto approached his desk.

"Pledge, this is Dr. Barrett, my Business Admin professor," Nate introduced as he shrugged off his backpack. "Dr. Barrett, this is Otto."

Otto reached forward to shake the overweight puma's hand. "Nice to meet you, sir."

Barrett's large hand engulfed Otto's tightly, and he grinned--almost leered--up at the red panda. "Pleasure's all mine, Otto. What'd you bring me?"

Caught off guard, Otto wasn't sure what to say, but Nate took up, "Valley Authority Weissbier, it's their orange flavor." Otto watched as Nate produced a tall glass--tall enough for 40 ounces of beer--from his backpack and set it on the desk, and then pulled out a bottle opener.

"Mmmm, that sounds perfect!" Barrett purred as he accepted the bottle opener from Nate. He nodded at Otto. "Your little bro knows the routine?"

Nate shook his head. "I thought it'd be fun to surprise him."

Otto, still wearing a smile on his face even though he was getting more confused by the second, looked from Nate to Barrett while they both stared back at him--Nate with a mixture of humor and pity, Barrett with thinly veiled predatory lust.

"Pledge, you're going to give my professor his drink, and then..." Nate began.

"I get you," Barrett finished simply.

Otto's smile faltered and his ears flicked involuntarily. "I...what?" He needed a moment to process what he had just heard.

"Dr. Barrett is going to use you to pour his beer, and then he's going to use you any other way he likes," Nate told him.

Otto couldn't help it--he guffawed and immediately covered his mouth, knowing how disrespectful he was being, but the whole situation just seemed so ludicrous. "I--sorry, you're serious?"

Barrett snickered and shook his head. "No questions, pledge." He patted the surface of the desk. "Hop up here now, boy."

Otto, now feeling a twinge of dread creep into his gut, looked at Nate, who had already begun to retreat to the front row of seats 20 feet away from the desk. He sat down as he casually said, "If you want to be in Gamma Theta, this is what you've gotta do."

Nate reclined in his seat, clearly settling in for a show. Otto looked at Barrett again, who was drumming his thick fingers on his desk, waiting. Otto closed his eyes for a moment, remembering what he was working so hard for, and opened them again before he stepped towards the puma.

"Good boy, stand on here and face your big bro," Barrett instructed as he cleared the desk of his papers and patted the work surface.

Trying not to bend his legs too much and strain his hole any more than it already had been, Otto awkwardly climbed up on the desk, got to his feet, and turned around to look at Nate, who was watching intently.

"Mmmm, now that's a nice, tight, fluffy little ass you've got," Barrett purred from behind Otto, who did his best to keep his tail still.

The red panda instinctively flinched when he felt the puma's hands on his hips pulling him backwards.

"Just a couple steps...there, now squat, boy...lower...little lower, you can brace yourself on your hands...that's perfect," Barrett directed as he used his hands to guide Otto into a position where he was squatting over the tall glass that sat just behind him on the desk.

Barrett breathed heavily as his hands roamed from Otto's hips to his sacrum, then his glutes, and under his tail, as if examining him along the way to his destination. Otto instinctively hiked up his tail, raising it in the air to reveal the neck of the bottle that still poked out of his hole. He could feel his balls hanging low between his legs, probably giving the professor behind him a ridiculous view of the ball stretcher that pulled down on his testicles. But if the puma was intrigued by the hardware Otto wore, he didn't finger it or make any comments. Instead, he just kept rubbing Otto's ass, pulling the cheeks apart before letting them go again.

"Good boy, now hold still," Barrett purred as he kept one hand on Otto's ass cheek and used his free hand to pick up the bottle opener and, in one swift movement, levered it against the bottle cap and popped open the flask.

Instead of the glug-lug-lug-lug of freely flowing beer that Otto was expecting, he heard a much softer sssssshhhhhhh of a steady beer stream, and he realized that was what the complicated valve in the bottle was for: a smoother pour without foam, which meant he'd have to stay crouched like this for as long as it took for 40 ounces of liquid to drain from the bottle in his ass. By the sound of it, it would be at least a few minutes.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself, Otto," Barrett suggested as he reached up from his chair and cupped one of the red panda's taut cheeks while the beer slowly poured.

"Uhm...I'm a Psych major," Otto supplied, unsure if that was what Barrett wanted.

The puma patted his ass softly, and his tone was warm and honeyed as he responded, "Uh-huh, very good. What else? How old are you? Where are you from?"

Otto cleared his throat, his confidence building based on the professor's feedback. "I'm 18, my birthday was back in April."

"Aw, you were one of the youngsters of your high school class?" Barrett squeezed Otto's ass, and the pledge could feel the puma's claws lightly dig into him before releasing again.

"Yes, sir. Actually the second-youngest, my friend Aaron's birthday was in June."

"I see. And did Aaron come to Grafton Bay with you?" Barrett moved onto Otto's other ass cheek, cupping it and rubbing slowly while his beer continued to pour.

"No, he's back in Hartfield, where I'm from." Otto couldn't help but wiggle his hips lightly as Barrett kneaded his ass cheek.

"Ah, I've been through Hartfield a few times. There's a fair that happens in the fall, right?"

"Yeah, the Hartfield Cider Days! It's like a big farmer's market and art show every October."

"That's right, and if you bring your own apples you can get cider brewed for free," Barrett added.

"You've done it before?" Otto asked.

"A couple times a few years back, it's been a while since I visited Hartfield," Barrett said vaguely. He chuckled as he continued, "Although it might be a good thing I didn't know you were there...a young, sweet little buck like you, I would've looked all over for you and probably carried you off."

Otto felt his response stick in his throat; fortunately he was still facing Nate, so Barrett couldn't see the conflicted and confused look on his mug.

"Must've been fate that you came here and found your way to me, instead, little buck" Barrett mused as he stroked Otto's thigh. "Do you mind if I call you that?"

Otto pondered the nickname for a moment--he'd been called so much worse over the past week, and coming as a request from the older professor, it sounded almost endearing and paternal. "N-no, I don't mind."

Barrett patted Otto's thigh approvingly. "I thought that might be a good nickname for you." He gently ran his fingers through Otto's fur while the sound of beer streaming into the glass filled the lull in conversation. From the pitch of the liquid falling into the cup, Otto figured he still had two-thirds to fill. Barrett purred to himself before he asked, "So, little buck, when was the last time you sucked a cock?"

Otto couldn't see what Barrett was doing, but as the puma had one hand resting on his glute now, the freshman had a rough idea of where his other hand might be. Nevertheless, Otto played into the conversation. "Yesterday afternoon," he said, recalling the seemingly endless parade of dicks that had filled his mouth in the bathroom.

"Oh really? Where?"

"...In the Student Union. I was...working the glory hole there."

Barrett snickered. "Why am I not surprised. Did Nate whore you out?"

Otto grimaced and cocked his head to the side, thinking. "Well, not exactly...it's not like I got paid."

Barrett tsked like a parent lamenting their child's mistake. "Well, now I see the reason why you're not a Business major. But a cutie like you will get by alright. If Psychology doesn't work out, I can think of a very good career for you. For instance, you're doing a very good job at pouring my beer."

Otto couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes--only Nate could see him do that, and the zebra kept his expression neutral, save for the light twinkle in his eye. "Well, I'm trying hard for you, professor," Otto said evenly.

"Much appreciated, little buck," Barrett rumbled. He lightly kneaded Otto's ass cheek again. "Would you like to guess when the last time I sucked a dick was?"

Not really, Otto thought. Out loud, he guessed, "Two days ago?"

"Nuh-uh. Try again." Barrett continued kneading Otto's ass.

"This morning?"

"Try again."

"Monday?"

Barrett sighed and patted Otto's cheek while his beer kept pouring; there must have been only a third to go. "Silly boy. Cute and silly. Oh, I don't suck dick." Otto sucked his teeth as he felt Barrett's claws extend and grip into his tight butt. "But I do fuck a lot of boy ass. Why don't you guess when I last fucked a boy?"

Otto gulped before he ventured a guess. "Last night?"

Barrett laughed and dug his claws tighter, scratching at the red panda's backside. "Try two hours ago. And this professor's got more fucking to do today, did you know that?"

"N-no, sir."

"No, I imagine you didn't," the puma rumbled. He at last let go of Otto's ass as he said, "Good of Nate to surprise you like this, wasn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

The chair springs squeaked as Barrett must have leaned back in his seat. "When he told me he had a cute little bro, I didn't even come close to imagining a fine young thing like you, Otto. That ass of yours is calling to me. If you weren't pouring my beer right now, I'd have you...well, I'll let you find out how I'd have you soon enough."

Barrett hummed to himself for another minute, leaving Otto to stew quietly until, at long last, the flow of beer slowed to a trickle...then drops...and then nothing.

"Now, let's see if Valley Authority made a good batch this time around," Barrett muttered.

Otto held still as he heard the scrape of glass against the wooden surface of the desk, then a series of loud gulps before the professor sighed contentedly. "Aaaah...good choice on the orange, Nate!"

Otto watched Nate flash a thumb's up, which distracted him for a second before he flinched at the feeling of something vibrate through his ass and the sound of fingers hitting acrylic--Barrett had evidently flicked the neck of the bottle, sending the sensation through his rectum.

"Oof!" Otto involuntarily yelped.

Barrett chortled. "Cute looks and adorable reactions...I think I'm going to have a good time with you, little buck." He took another gulp of beer before he said, "Now, why don't you push that bottle out?"

Taking the suggestion as an order, Otto stayed in his squatting position and began to bear down on the bottle as if he were having the biggest bowel movement of his life.

"Hhhnnnngh!" He clenched and strained, trying to push as hard as he could--he felt the acrylic sides of the bottle slide back and forth against his lubed insides, but it was no use: The now-empty container was stuck firmly inside him.

"Gugh!" Otto panted, catching his breath, before he tried again, experimenting to see if he'd made any progress. His legs shook and he felt his gut tremble from the effort, but his hole remained snugly closed over the broad shoulder of the bottle.

"Oh, that's alright, boy, don't give yourself a hernia," Barrett said soothingly. Otto relaxed again while Barrett took another swig of beer. After a moment's pause, the puma asked, "What classes are you taking this semester?"

Otto frowned, thrown by the sudden change in subject, but he rolled with it. "Uhm...Intro to Psychology, Organic Chemistry 1, Intro to Sta--AAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAOOOOOOOHHHH!"

In the middle of the word "Statistics", Otto felt a violent pull at his backside as Barrett yanked hard on the neck of the bottle, forcing it out of the red panda's tight hole and threatening to rip his abused lips apart. Otto yelled for his life as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes--he could've sworn that his intestines had been tugged out along with the bottle.

"FUCK!" he screamed at the top of his lungs right before he tumbled forward on the desk, hyperventilating and choking out sobs; he'd never felt this kind of searing, traumatic pain before, and he trembled as his muscles spasmed and reacted to the abrupt extraction. His ass felt so horrifically empty now--he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to not have a giant 40 ounce rod of acrylic resting in his guts, and now he found himself almost missing the sensation. Anything in his ass would've been better than the void, the complete absence, he felt now.

Squinting through the blur of tears in his eyes, Otto's gaze rested on Nate--why wasn't he doing anything? He was just sitting there, shouldn't he be checking to make sure his little bro was alright? And he'd made enough noise to sound like he was getting murdered, so why wasn't anyone opening the auditorium doors and asking what had happened? Was the room soundproof? Was there nobody else in the building to hear what was going on in the lecture hall? Shivering and trying desperately to squeeze his ass closed, but to no avail, Otto hung his head and tried to control his gasps for air.

"There, not so hard, was it, little buck?" Barrett said as he nonchalantly dropped the bottle to the floor, where it rolled away before coming to a stop. He whistled low as he surveyed Otto's exposed, ruined hole. "And would you look at the gape on that. Now that's what I call a good view. You should see yourself like this, you'd get good money."

Barrett shook his head to himself before drinking from his glass again and replacing it on the desk. He hummed to himself again for another moment before he grunted as he stood from his chair. "Here, let's get you sitting up like a big boy," he started as he reached down and manhandled Otto by the shoulders.

Otto's frame shook like a leaf as he recovered and weakly let himself be controlled by the puma. Barrett used his strength to roll the red panda over onto his back and pull him up to a sitting position, so Otto now faced the puma and away from Nate. Barrett held his hands firmly on Otto's sides, supporting him as the red panda caught his breath. When Otto at last began inhaling and exhaling at a more normal rate, the large professor slowly removed his hands; having relaxed into the wide palms and strong fingers, Otto leaned exhaustedly to the right without the support, but Barrett forced him up straight again.

"Now be good and hold yourself up, alright?"

Otto could do no more than nodd and force himself to sit up straight under his own power. Barrett then scooted Otto closer to the edge of the desk closest to his chair, so the freshman's legs dangled over the side and in front of Barrett's seat. Satisfied, the burly puma professor settled back into his chair and rolled forward so he was sitting in between Otto's legs, letting the young student's bare feet rest on his substantial, khaki-clad thighs, while Otto's hands rested in his lap.

"There now, nice and cozy, aren't we?" Barrett asked as he placed a hand on the side of Otto's thigh. "We can take some time for you to recover before we have some real fun."

He picked up his glass of beer and guzzled until it was half-empty. He held onto the glass as he stared into Otto's eyes and hungrily scanned over his nose, whiskers, cheeks, muzzle, and ears.

"You know, you have such a cute face, I wish I could've seen it when I pulled that bottle out of you," Barrett took up quietly. "I hope you can forgive me for that, I needed to distract you; otherwise we never would've gotten it out."

Otto huffed--more out of pain than wounded pride--and nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and sat in silence, his gaze drifting down to Barrett's lap, where he saw the full bulge in the professor's crotch.

Barrett cocked his head; he knew what Otto was looking at, but he preferred to observe the red panda's face instead. There was something so simply youthful, so innocent and full of potential about the freshman that Barrett just had to stare and soak it all in. Even though he stank of Nate's piss and was streaked with matted fur from long-dried ropes of cum, Otto was like a beacon to the professor, something to be cherished and...corrupted at the same time. Barrett smiled as he began, "Hey, Otto, I've got something special for you, this might make you feel better: Did you know you're going to be the fifth GTZ pledge I'll have played with?"

Otto's eyebrows rose slightly, as if they were too tired from his body using all of its energy to recover.

The puma nodded. "It's true. Before you, I had my way with Nate; I also fooled around with his big bro, and his big bro, and his big bro before him. You're going to be the fifth generation of Gamma Theta brother to have my cock inside you. How does that sound to you, little buck? Knowing that the cum I'm going to pump into you is the same cum I flooded your brothers' guts with? Is that exciting for you?"

Barrett squeezed Otto's thigh before he looked around the auditorium and continued, "I actually did it with all of them in this room. It's a really special place; the acoustics are great for hearing all the sounds your older brothers made, and all the wonderful little noises you're going to make."

Barrett's gaze rested on Otto's face again. "You know, they were all 19 by the time I had my way with them." The puma released Otto's thigh and raised his hand to cup the pledge's cheek, rubbing his thumb over the red and white-patterned fur. "You're the youngest pledge to sit on this desk. And by far the cutest."

The puma continued absently stroking his thumb across Otto's cheek, letting it stray closer and closer to his muzzle until the digit grazed his lips. Barrett flexed his thumb and moved it in small circles over Otto's lips before the freshman picked up the signal; his eyes half-lidded from how sore and exhausted he was from his recent physical trauma (as well as the relaxing sensation of the professor rubbing his cheek), Otto lazily let his jaw drop and his tongue hang out.

"Atta boy, little buck," Barrett purred as he slid his thumb over the threshold of Otto's lips and rested it on the soft, warm pad of his tongue.

Instinctively, Otto sealed his lips around the puma's thumb and began to softly lap and suckle on the digit, eliciting a muted groan from the older professor. "Now you're giving me a good idea of what those boys at the glory hole felt the other day," he chuckled. Barrett gently pushed his thumb back and forth over the wet muscle, relishing the vacuum pressure in Otto's mouth, his swirling and undulating tongue, the ridges along Otto's upper palate, the drool bathing his digit, and the soft mewling whimpers Otto naturally formed in his throat as he kept working over the professor's thumb.

"Do you think any of those boys you serviced knew that such a youngster was swallowing their loads?" Barrett mused as he watched Otto keep up his ministrations. He softly drummed the red panda's cheek with his free fingers as he continued, "I wonder if they could even imagine what such a cute kid like you looked like with your lips wrapped around their cocks and your tongue and throat milking out their cum. I bet their dicks would have shot twice as hard and really filled your stomach. A young, growing boy like you needs as much cum as he can get. "

Barrett took another sip of his beer before he sighed again and replaced his glass on the desk. "Hmmm, I saw that ball stretcher a little already, but let's get a closer look."

Firmly, the big puma professor used his free hand to lift Otto's hands out of his lap and fully expose his crotch. Barrett's eyebrows rose as he took in the full sight of the ball stretcher pulling on Otto's now-sagging scrotum, the captive bead ring that pierced his sheath, and the few inches of red panda cock that was rising upward as Otto had begun to chub up. Barrett clearly hadn't noticed Otto's piercing until it was staring him in the face, as he called, "Nate, you didn't tell me about his sheath!"

"Well, I wanted to give you a little surprise, too!" Nate sniggered back.

"Hehe, your big bro definitely delivered, didn't he?" Barrett muttered deviously to Otto.

The red panda could only nod in tired agreement while he still suckled on the puma's thumb. The professor reached down into Otto's groin and gripped the piercing between his fingers and tentatively tugged.

"Mmmm! Mmmhmmmhmmm!" Otto couldn't help but moan around Barrett's digit in his mouth, and his voice quavered as the large feline tugged again, and again, and again before he finally let go. The whole time, his cock bounced and swelled with each tug, blooming out of his sheath from the stimulation until it stood tall and proud.

"Ooh, that's dangerous, I'd have too much fun with that all day long," Barrett chortled softly. He ignored Otto's throbbing erection and instead let his hand wander down to the boy's testicles, where he flicked his fingers against the thick metal ring of the ball stretcher locked around Otto's scrotum. "This must have been driving you wild all week, am I right? Why don't I"--Barrett wrapped his fingers around Otto's testicles, gripping them tightly--"help you out a little." At that, he pulled down on the balls, stretching them off of the desk.

Otto groaned as Barrett kept pulling, his fingers like a vise around the freshman's testicles. Barrett smirked as he tugged further and further, coaxing more noises of frantic lust from Otto around the thumb still in his muzzle.

The puma reveled in the warmth he felt radiating from the balls in his palm; he rotated his wrist slightly, rolling the nuts back and forth, and he observed Otto's cock pulse hard from the attention to his sack. Otto's little huffing breaths of pleasure through his nose were the cherry on top to get Barrett talking again.

"Do you like that, little buck?" Barrett teased. "Do you like how easily I can hold both your cub-makers in just one hand? You haven't had a chance to use these properly yet, have you? To make some little bucks of your own; so far they've all gone into towels and socks, or you've gobbled them up yourself, haven't you?"

Otto nodded and moaned.

"It's alright, you're doing what you're supposed to at your age," Barrett crooned, continuing to slowly pull on Otto's balls. "And we can still have fun with your little sperm factories. They feel pretty heavy, probably ready to burst with all that young cum you've got in there."

The puma professor lightly bounced the testicles up and down in his hand as he continued, "I wish I could make you spill every last drop in your nuts all over my desk right now, little buck; I bet you've got the most adorable little face you make when you cum. But..." Barrett shook his head and heaved a sigh, "I know that's against the rules for you. No cumming if you want to secure a place in Gamma Theta. And I want you to get in, little buck, I truly do."

Otto's cock twitched desperately and he couldn't resist whining around Barrett's thumb in his mouth. The puma rumbled, pleased, at the sound and went on, "Oh, I'll get you to cum eventually. I can tell you're going to be just like your brothers before you; I helped them through their initiations, and then they just kept coming back for more afterward. Isn't that right, Nate?"

"You're very generous with your 'extra credit' opportunities," Nate called.

Barrett nodded. "Nate has a lot of fun every time he sets foot in my classroom," he told Otto. "And if we play by the rules today, someday you'll have a little brother of your own to haze. And you can bring him to me, just like Nate brought you today. In the meantime, though, you're going to come back to me on your own, little buck."

The puma purred as he stretched Otto's balls further, ratcheting up the tension and making Otto squirm in his seat. Barrett licked his lips before he lewdly carried on, "Oh, Otto...tender, delicious, sweet, young Otto...you're going to be back here later this semester and throughout your time at Grafton. You'll be just like your brothers, cumming your brains out for me between classes and on weekends. I know that you're going to enjoy it, little buck. Just like I know you're enjoying yourself right now, even with that gaping hole of yours that we're going to fill. And I know you're just going to want more and more. And that's alright. Even if you're not in my classes, it's my job to teach a youngster like you the ways of the world...how to please a man...how to service your brothers...how to take a good ball pulling like a champ."

Otto moaned and arched his back in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Barrett had timed his final tug on the nuts in his hand to his last words; he could feel the boy's balls pulling futilely against his fingers as he stretched Otto's scrotum and testicular cords to the limit.

"Let's just stay right here," Barrett said as he held Otto's balls fast in his grip. He sporadically clenched his fingers tighter to squeeze the delicate nuts before loosening up. "Just focus on breathing through it, little buck. I've got your balls, don't you worry. I'm right here, we've got time," he told Otto reassuringly. The red panda huffed and clamped his lips harder around Barrett's thumb to keep himself from crying out. "That's good, just keep sucking ol' Professor Barrett's thumb, you're doing great, Otto."

The puma squeezed Otto's balls again, eliciting a quick "Ooh!" from the red panda--Barrett's cock twitched in his tight khakis as he felt the pledge's humid breath wash over his soaked thumb before Otto closed his mouth around the digit again and resumed sucking.

"Mmm, that's perfect, little buck," Barrett mused, lightly jiggling the balls in his palm. He looked up at Otto, who met his gaze. "Nate told me you've been getting the light treatment this week with your ball stretcher. All the other pledges have been wearing chastity cages. You know, your group of brothers got it easy this year. When Nate was going through initiation, he had to wear a catheter for the whole week. Did he ever tell you that?"

Otto's eyes widened a little and he shook his head, surprised by what the professor had just told him.

"You should consider yourself lucky, unless you like giving people direct access to your bladder," Barrett continued with a shrug. He squeezed Otto's balls again, getting a soft groan from the pledge, before he continued, "I got that boy to shower himself for a long time before having my way with him. I hooked another tube up to his catheter and practically hosed him down with his own piss--getting him wet and fucking him like that was one of the hottest things I've done in this room."

Otto smirked while Barrett's thumb still penetrated his lips; part of him had trouble imagining the professor doing that to someone like Nate, but part of him was so vengefully satisfied that Nate had been treated like that, after everything he had done to Otto (even though Nate's encounter with Barrett had been before Otto's time).

"You like that, little buck?" Barrett said, dancing his legs a little and making Otto's legs move as a result. "Thinking about your big brother being soaked in his own urine before I fucked him in the same spot where you're sitting?"

Otto nodded, and Barrett grinned. "Yeah, I had a feeling he had a thing for piss before we even started. I have no idea where he could've picked it up...although you're the Psychology major, Otto, maybe you could tell me." Barrett sniffed the air, mainly for show--he didn't need to make an extra effort to identify the odor that clung to Otto's fur, but he wanted to drink in more of the red panda's natural scent mixed with the alluring aroma of stale urine. "Mmm, he's pissed on you, too, little buck. I can smell it." Barrett flexed his thighs, pushing Otto's feet up and down some more as he continued, "He can hold a lot, can't he?"

"Mmhmm," Otto murmured.

Barrett sighed, "As much as I enjoyed my time with Nate, I think things are going to be different for you."

At long last, the professor relaxed his grip on Otto's testicles and slowly, tenderly, laid them back down on the desk. Barrett patted them softly before running his hand up along Otto's thigh, waist, stomach, and side, until both of his hands cupped Otto's cheeks. His thumb--which had been pressing down on Otto's tongue for so long as the red panda sucked and lapped at the digit--finally popped out of the muzzle that had been keeping it warm and wet. The professor held Otto's cheeks in his hands and stroked his fur as he locked eyes with the freshman. Barrett's broad fingers roamed over Otto's face, stroking over every inch he could reach.

"Mmm...beautiful, beautiful little buck," the puma murmured, his fingers tracing around Otto's eyes and muzzle. His hands lingered for a moment before he moved them down and back to the base of Otto's skull, where he pulled the red panda downward until their foreheads met. Barrett was so close for a kiss, his beer-laced breath washed over Otto's nose, but he held the young man's neck in place, keeping him at just the right distance to demonstrate both affection and control.

"You're such a sweet, adorable boy," Barrett huffed. "Impressionable, too." His eyes hungrily watched Otto's as he continued, "Just a youngster who needs to learn a few lessons from a good teacher. I don't want to break you like I broke your brothers before you. At least not yet. I think you and I are going to be a little more...intimate."

Otto, overwhelmed by Barrett's constant and oh-so-alluring stream of lust-fueled commentary, physical attention, and his own hormones, could only nod eagerly. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind--in the dark, almost forgotten corner where the last shreds of his self-respect lay in tatters--Otto knew he should be hating this. He knew he should be deeply concerned by how creepy and lecherous the professor was being. He knew he should be disgusted by how demeaning this whole experience was. And he knew he should be trying to get away from Barrett, who was truly taking on the role of a predator; Otto hadn't consented to any of this! How would this situation play out in a university hearing or a courtroom? But here he was, simply letting this burly educator take advantage of him. Was that consent enough?

And beyond his own predicament, in that neglected corner of his mind, Otto vaguely wondered if his dad had ever had to subject himself to such treatment. Had he been ogled and molested by one of his own professors? Was shoving a giant bottle up one's ass and having it ripped out a tradition that went back to his dad's time? Had his dad meekly allowed himself to be violated by a teacher while his own big bro sat idly by?

Yet nothing was strong enough to make Otto consider putting up a fight; in his current state of mind, not a single one of those questions or concerns raised by that abandoned nook in his mind merited a second's hesitation. Otto's deep-seated desire and willingness to comply consumed him completely, washing out any pesky, irrelevant notions of morality and dignity. They were just figments and fragments from another Otto, an Otto who was long gone and had been replaced by the good, eager pledge who sat naked and gaping on a professor's desk in an empty lecture hall.

"Now, how about I make myself a little more comfortable," Barrett began, removing his hands from Otto's face and reaching down to his crotch. He unclasped his belt, unfastened the button on his khakis, and pulled down the zipper, revealing a pair of white, tight boxer briefs. The boxer briefs bulged as they held down Barrett's meaty erection, where there was a visible, glistening stain of pre on the fabric just over the mushroom-shaped contour of his cockhead.

Otto raised his feet from the older puma's thighs, and he watched Barrett hook his hands into his waistband and pull both his pants and underwear down to his ankles. The professor's cock sprang up like it was spring-loaded, pulsing and throbbing freely in the open air, while his plump sack hung just below the base of his shaft. Otto could see the puma's meat was a good 6 inches long and seemed to balloon outward from the base, forming an alluringly wide curve in his shaft, until it tapered again towards the tip. The red panda unconsciously licked his lips, which Barrett noticed. "Does that look good to you, little buck?"

"Yes, sir," Otto replied, mesmerized.

Barrett patted his thighs. "Why don't you plop down into your professor's lap?"

Thrilled with the suggestion, Otto scooted closer to the edge of the desk, lifting the rim of his loosened hole from the surface as he did so. When he reached the ledge, Barrett widened his legs and opened his arms, providing a larger landing area for Otto. The red panda lowered himself from the desk to Barrett's lap, sitting so his toned legs extended behind the puma's waist and his glutes rested on the professor's thick thighs; his butt hung out in the open air, although he noticed that Barrett was cradling his ass cheeks with his expansive palms, keeping him safe and secure. Otto's cock rested against Barrett's firm, barrel-like stomach--still clothed in his shirt and soft sweater vest--while he felt the older man's cockhead poking at his dangling balls, and Otto laid his hands on Barrett's broad shoulders for support. Otto's heart fluttered at the puffs of warm, humid breath on his face as he sidled up closer to the puma, and he could smell Barrett's natural odors mixed with the faint aroma of sandalwood cologne.

"Mmm, comfy," Otto couldn't stop himself from purring as he subtly squeezed and kneaded Barrett's shoulders.

"My thoughts exactly, little buck," Barrett replied, patting Otto's ass before his fingers spread the boy's cheeks.

Otto groaned at having his ass pulled apart, and Barrett crawled his fingers in spider-like fashion closer to his target: Otto's gaping hole. The puma's fingertips lightly pulled at the rim of Otto's ass, tenderly rubbing over the sensitive and swollen lips. He could feel every ridge and bump of the once tightly-puckered orifice, now so tantalizingly lax and wide. And the heat coming off it was so heavenly tempting.

"So warm out here," Barrett muttered as his fingers slid up and down Otto's crack and stroked around the outside of his hole. The whole time, he gazed down at Otto's face, savoring the freshman's reactions; his slack-jawed expression, the muted, agonized grunts of passion, his short breaths against Barrett's neck--they were all invitations to continue, and the professor couldn't resist. "And so warm"--Barrett dipped both of his fore and middle fingers past the loose opening, effortlessly slipping them into Otto up to the knuckles at the base of his digits--"in here."

As he welcomed the intrusion, Otto began instinctively grinding on Barrett's lap, his thighs gently gyrating on top of the puma's while his cock brushed up against the soft fleece of the professor's sweater vest.

"Yeah, that's it, little buck, you can hump my belly if you want, I don't mind," Barret encouraged as he spread his fingers inside Otto's ass. He grinned as he watched and felt Otto's lap dance, noting that the boy had some natural talent with his hips. As Otto kept up the steady tempo of his humping, Barrett rumbled at the sensation of the red panda's testicles heaving against his own cockhead; the fur on Otto's scrotum was like velvet against Barrett's glans and frenulum.

"Ohhh fuck," Otto gasped as Barret began to swirl his fingers in circles inside his ass. The digits glided with ease against the wet rectal muscle, and the pressure of the puma's fingers against his prostate was enough to make Otto softly moan without hearing himself. "Unnf...Daddy..."

Barrett's cock involuntarily jerked against Otto's balls at this new development, and he chuckled as he seized the opportunity.

Otto, lost in his lust-induced daze, came back to reality as he felt Barrett's stomach heave against him.

"Daddy?" the puma said enticingly.

Otto froze for a second, realizing what he'd just said, but Barrett kept rubbing inside his ass, practically forcing him to keep humping the professor while he felt his face flush.

"I-I...oh, I mean, I didn't--"

"Aw, that's sweet, kid," Barrett crooned over Otto's stammerings. He flexed his legs to lightly bounce the red panda in his lap as he said, "I don't mind you calling me that at all. You like it when Daddy plays with your hole, little buck?"

Otto slumped, embarrassed.

"It's alright, Otto, you can say it," Barrett said soothingly. "You like it when Daddy plays with your hole."

Unable to stop himself, Otto gave in and nodded. "Uh-huh."

"That's right, little buck, just enjoy it for a while longer. Daddy's got you now."

Barrett pulsed his fingers on Otto's prostate for another minute, coaxing more moans of "Daddy", "please", and "fuck" from the freshman, before he retreated from the gland and continued his internal massage. He first rubbed clockwise, then counter-clockwise; he thrust his fingers from tip to base in and out of the wet hole, delighting in every fold of flesh that rippled under his digits and the small, frenetic jolts in lap as Otto reacted to every insertion; Barrett even took the time to write his full name with his fingers inside Otto's rectum, exciting himself as he imagined he was "marking" the boy as his just by signing his name on Otto's guts. By the time he was done, Otto was a quivering, mewling mess, with his cock leaking strands of pre all over Barrett's sweater vest.

"Aw, look at the little mess you made," Barrett playfully observed. He removed his hands from Otto's ass and placed his right over the red panda's cock while his left settled on Otto's shoulder. "I think you're ready for a real filling."

"Uh-huh, yessir," Otto panted.

Barrett smiled and squeezed his fingers tightly around the base of Otto's cock; he pushed down on the sheath, as if trying to get his fingers around the root of Otto's shaft.

"Oooh," Otto moaned from the sensation of his blood being trapped inside his painfully swollen dick; it throbbed against Barrett's curled fingers like it was ready to explode.

"Why don't you tell Daddy about it, little buck?" Barrett prompted paternally, his powerful legs bouncing Otto in his lap again. "Tell me how ready and needy you are for my cock to slide into you, to pump you full of the cum I pumped into your brothers before you."

Otto smiled in spite of himself at being bounced up and down like a cub; he felt his nuts bob against the professor's flexing cock, and he did his best to keep grinding against Barrett's stomach and into the tight grip the puma had around his shaft. He looked pleadingly up at Barrett as he spoke, losing himself to the older man's command. "I want you to...load me up so badly, Daddy," Otto moaned, breathless. "I-I want you to breed me, to fill me with your seed, to fuck me, please."

"And why's that?"

"Mmmff...I need something in my ass...your cock would be perfect inside me, I'm all loosened up and empty for you," Otto answered. His hips pushed up and down on Barrett's legs, and he felt his hole try to clench around an imaginary dick that was pushing into him. He let the words tumble out as he continued with abandon, "My hole was made to fit around your dick, Daddy. It's where I belong...fuck, my body was created to take as many loads as you can dump into me."

Barrett squeezed Otto's cock harder, making it pulse strongly. "Sounds like you really need it, little buck," he purred. "I'll give it to you, but will you come visit me again after your hazing?"

It was like he was on auto-pilot, Otto let himself speak without thinking while he kept humping. "I'll visit you every day, Daddy. I want to learn everything I can from you."

Barrett grinned. "And what does a youngster like you want to learn from a big ol' professor like me?"

"How to please you," Otto started, his hole feeling so especially empty now. He needed something--anything--in it. "How to please my brothers and...work a cock perfectly so it blows in my mouth and ass every time. How to cum hands-free from you fucking me every day. How to worship you. How to enjoy everything my brothers will do to me...and everything you'll do to me."

Barrett nodded approvingly as he at last released his hold on Otto's cock, and instead reached down to grab his own. "Sounds to me like you're ready, little buck. And don't you worry, I've got plenty to teach you in the future. For now, why don't you climb up and start riding Daddy properly?"

Otto's grinding came to a stop long enough for him to lift himself from his current position in Barrett's lap. With his hands still on the professor's shoulders, Otto scooted his rear closer into Barrett's groin, where his hole hovered over the puma's waiting erection. Barrett used his hand around his dick to better align his cockhead with Otto's ass, and he shivered briefly in anticipation as he watched the young red panda raise his tail higher while he slowly lowered his waist.

Barrett groaned as Otto's ass made contact with his cock, and he removed his hand while Otto sank down; it was like a wonderfully hot furnace was enveloping him completely. Barrett rested his hand on Otto's waist while his bulging dick easily impaled Otto's guts. The warm, relaxed folds of muscle felt like they simply flowed over his cockhead and glans before they started devouring his shaft.

"Oooh, riiiiight there," Otto sighed contentedly as Barrett's cock slid into his cavernous, still-lubed hole like a knife through melting butter; the pulsing erection slipped against Otto's fluid-like insides with only the barest hint of friction.

"Aaahh, you're so perfect, little buck," Barrett purred as he felt Otto push himself further down until his taut, furry butt cheeks landed on his groin; the puma curled his toes in pleasure while his cock flexed inside the hot tunnel that had so smoothly swallowed him into its depths, and he cherished the sight of the young red panda sitting in his lap. Otto was so close to him, with his perky ass and beautiful tail both brushing against his balls; he looked so cute and innocent, but so addled by lust at the same time, and the fact that his insides were wrapped so delightfully around the professor's entire length just made Barrett want him even more.

Correction: The fact that Otto was now raising himself up to the puma's glans before sinking down again in a steady rhythm made Barret want him even more.

"Just like that, Otto," Barrett moaned as he leaned back in his chair, luxuriating in the sensation of the red panda doing all the work and milking him with his ass. He watched Otto keep up his pace--up to the glans, down to the base. Up to the glans, down to the base; there was always a portion of his cock inside Otto, the red panda didn't let it slip out at all as he worked Barrett's stiff manhood like a pro. "Mmmf, you're a natural, little buck. Definitely a good thing I didn't know about you when I was last in Hartfield...I would've tracked you down...snuck into your bedroom...molested you for a good long while...and kidnapped you. I would've raised you as my own...and fucked you as my own."

"Aahhh," Otto moaned as he kept riding--the dirty talk coupled with the sensation of impaling himself on the puma and Barrett's dick repeatedly sliding like silk on glass over his prostate was driving him mad with lust, as pre continued oozing out of his cock.

"Would you have liked that?" Barrett asked rhetorically as the wet plap-plap-plap of his cock filling Otto's hole echoed around the auditorium. "Being my little buck and having me raise you to always keep your tail up for Daddy?"

"Uh-huh, yes, sir," Otto panted.

"Atta boy," Barrett grunted, satisfied.

He lightly lifted his hips in time with Otto's riding, matching the boy's pace as he thrust upward, trying to stuff every last centimeter of himself in the red panda. Barrett almost suggested Otto get on the desk so he could push both his cock and his balls completely into the boy's ass, he just wanted to be so deeply and completely inside him. But the puma thought again; it was a wonderful morning, he'd had some delicious beer, and he was getting his cock milked by a thoroughly eager ass. So he chose to remain in his chair, simply enjoying this much more tender experience.

"You're so good at riding me like this," Barrett murmured, nuzzling into Otto's chest; the puma inhaled deeply and sighed, so peaceful for this moment. He absently let his tongue roll out and licked over the red panda's fur, picking up the flavors of zebra piss, dried semen from so many unknown boys, and Otto's own musk and sweat. Otto tilted his head back in pleasure as Barrett licked him again and again. "And so tasty," Barrett purred. "I could eat you all day."

He grinned at Otto, who still rode him steadily. "I think you'd like it if I did that, little buck....I'll nibble away at you, piece by piece."

Otto groaned softly as he raised and lowered himself on Barrett's cock again and again while the puma continued, "In between all the times I'll fuck you, of course...you're going to be bred in every position I can think of. You're going to dream about me fucking you."

Barrett couldn't stop himself; the thought entered his head and he had to say it as he watched the young red panda bounce in his lap and grind into his groin. "Maybe I'll find a way to get into your dorm room and fuck you in your sleep. You won't even know until you'll wake up with a big creampie in the morning. And you're a hungry little buck in the mornings, so you'll finger it out of yourself and eat it, realizing that I was the one who put it in you."

"Oh fuck, Daddy...I'd love that," Otto moaned as his hole widened around Barrett's bulging shaft every time he lifted his hips and lowered them again to smack against the puma's thighs.

"Yes, you would," Barrett affirmed. "You're Daddy's dirty little buck who'd do anything for his cum, aren't you?"

"Mmff...yes, Daddy."

"And Daddy will take good care of you. You'll love everything I do to you. Now keep riding that thick cock, little buck. Fuck yourself on Daddy's meat like a good boy."

As Otto took the professor's words to heart and worked his hole up and down the meaty shaft in his guts, Barrett momentarily looked over the red panda's shoulder; his gaze lingered on Nate, who had remained in his seat in the front row of the auditorium, an audience of one. Barrett remembered his first time with the zebra--after drenching the young man in his own piss, he had roughly bent Nate over his desk and railed him as hard as possible, all while his big bro had watched. Nate had yelled and cried the whole time, pleading for the professor to stop, but to no avail, and in time, Barrett had broken him. It was so different compared to Otto; the red panda seemed like such a delicate, naive, willing soul, even if his hazing experience was corrupting him. The puma wanted an experience with him that was...affectionate, nurturing...personal. Something that would feel like there was some level of innocence, at least for now. He'd take good care of Otto whenever he visited, and Barrett knew with certainty that the red panda's first post-initiation visit would be very, very soon.

In the meantime, Barrett's eyes returned to watching Otto; he continued thrusting upward from his seat for another couple minutes, loving how his balls rose and fell in plap-lap-laps with his movements, while Otto's cock and testicles pressed against his stomach and groin and his hole wetly slid up and down his length, drawing Barrett closer to completion. Eventually, the professor stopped his thrusting and rested in his seat while Otto kept riding him--as he observed Otto taking the lead in milking him with his ass, an idea crossed his mind.

"Alright, little buck, I think it's time for your first lesson from me," Barrett murmured.

The professor's left hand had been resting on Otto's shoulder the whole time the red panda was riding him; Barrett now slid his hand upward, along Otto's throat, so his wide, warm palm covered the boy's Adam's apple and his thick fingers nestled up under his jaw. Otto could feel his stiff cock twitch and jerk at the show of dominance, but Barrett wasn't done yet. While his hand was at first lightly wrapped around Otto's throat, the puma tightened his grip, constricting the red panda's windpipe.

"Ack-hah!" Otto choked out--he could still breathe, but his lungs labored so much more now to get the oxygen he needed through Barrett's grasp. He raised one of his hands to pry at the puma's clenched palm, but the meaty hand wouldn't budge.

"How does that feel, little buck?" Barrett said, cocking his head. "Is it a struggle for you?"

"Huh-uh, gah!" Otto gritted his teeth and gasped as the puma squeezed tighter; only a wisp of air could get through to his heaving chest.

"Do you know what that means?" Barrett continued calmly while Otto frantically, and unsuccessfully, tried to get his fingers between the professor's palm and his throat. "I'll tell you..."

Ignoring Otto's futile efforts at freeing himself, Barrett rolled his wrist, forcing Otto's head to the left, then to the right, as if he were a predator inspecting his catch, before coming back to the center, forcing Otto to meet his gaze while he still gasped for air. Otto had stopped riding him, instead sitting fully speared on his cock while Barrett was choking him. "It means that I have all the power," he purred. "I could squeeze harder, you know. I could just snuff out an adorable young thing like you. And the last thing you'd feel would be my cum in your ass. Do you like that thought, little buck?"

Barrett maintained his hold on Otto's throat as he glanced down at the erection that was throbbing hard against his rotund gut; he could feel how much Otto was trying to clench his hole against his own cock, and he rumbled in pleasure, his belly vibrating against Otto's shaft and testicles. Barrett could feel pressure rising in his loins from Otto's struggle; his balls were churning vigorously, his cock was tingling just right, and it wouldn't be long before he blew. He just needed to savor the moment a little more. "It looks like you like that a lot. I've been wondering when I'd meet a youngster who enjoyed having his breath controlled like this. I'll need to keep that in mind for your future visits, just like I kept in mind how much your big brother loves piss."

The puma slackened his grip, letting Otto suck in complete lungfuls of air as he stayed seated in the professor's lap, but Barrett kept his hand flush against Otto's throat and flexed his twitching cock in the red panda's hole. "Here's the lesson for you: Even though you're riding me, I'm the one in control here, little buck. Always remember that."

Barrett removed his left hand from Otto's neck and slid it back down to rest possessively on his shoulder. With his right hand, Barrett smacked Otto's behind. "Now get back to riding. You got me nice and close with your struggling, let's see how well you can finish milking my load out."

Otto jumped at the smack to his cheek, but he complied with Barrett's order, raising himself again, just until the ridge of the puma's glans peeked out from his hole, before he slid back down.

"Just like that, little buck," Barrett encouraged as Otto repeated the motion again, hilting the professor in his hole and maneuvering himself so Barrett's cock pushed up against his prostate on each thrust. The red panda kept up the tempo, focusing on clenching his hole to masturbate the puma, using his ass like a cocksleeve.

"Ungh...tell me how much you want my load, little buck."

"I need it in me, Daddy. I need your hot cum to paint my insides."

"I'm going to breed you so many times after this, you know that?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going to pump that hole so full of cum. Might even get a fine young thing like you pregnant. Do you want my cubs, little buck?"

"Fuck yes, Daddy. Load me up, please."

"You'd look so sweet carrying them," Barrett grunted. His legs trembled from how much control he was exerting not to cum, but he was fighting a losing battle against himself and Otto's stretched hole. "And I'll just keep fucking you again...and again...and again...the whole time you're at Grafton."

"I'll take as much cum as you can give me, Daddy," Otto moaned, mindlessly keeping up with Barrett's talk. He began riding faster, subconsciously picking up on the signals that the puma was sending with his tremors, labored breathing, and pheromones.

"You'll take all of it, Otto. Every...last...drop."

"Yes, sir!"

"Uuunghh," the puma huffed. "Oh fuck...are you ready for my load, little buck?"

"Mmm, breed me Daddy, fill up that hole."

"It's gonna be...unf, your first load of many from me, Otto," Barrett panted. "Oooh fuck...push that hole down, boy! Get me balls deep!"

Otto felt Barrett pull on his shoulder and hip, and Otto forcefully slammed his ass down along the puma's shaft until he bottomed out against Barrett's groin.

"Huuuuungh!" Barrett grunted; he threw his head back as he hit his climax, and Otto felt the thick cock in his ass spasming wildly at it pulsed with shots of hot cum. Otto's legs were sore from riding, but he powered through and clenched as hard as he could around the base of Barrett's member, eliciting a shiver from the breathless puma. "Oh fuck...that's it, milk out...every drop."

They sat like that for a minute, Otto on top of Barrett's lap as the professor came down from his orgasm and finished dumping his seed in the red panda. Otto's hole was so loose that viscid cum seeped out from around Barrett's cock, down his balls, and dripped onto the seat of his chair. As Otto watched Barrett recover, he numbly glossed over the implications of what had just happened--the fact that a professor had fucked a student (or, more specifically, forced a student to fuck himself on the professor) without that student's consent on campus, with another student witnessing the event and additionally enabling the possible rape, the admission of doing the same with previous students, all of Barrett's lecherous and borderline inappropriate comments about Otto's age, the threat of violence with choking--all of it went to the same neglected corner of Otto's mind where the last remnants of his self-respect were buried. Instead, the only thing on his mind was how painfully aroused he still was. His swollen, leaking cock and aching balls rested on Barrett's stomach that heaved under him with each deep breath the professor took. Otto craved nothing more at that moment than to furiously hump the puma daddy's belly and blow his load all over Barrett's sweater vest and face. But he kept himself in check, contenting himself with rubbing Barrett's expansive, firm chest.

When Barrett finally returned his attention to Otto, he said, "Now that was the breeding I needed to give you, little buck." He gently cupped Otto's face in his hand, and Otto naturally nestled his cheek further into the warm palm and fingers that stroked over his fur. "You're a keeper for sure. And you're going to come see me again next week."

Otto nodded in agreement. "I'm going to come see you again next week."

He couldn't sleep. Otto lay in his stinking sleeping bag on the floor, inhaling the scent of Nate's piss while he stared at the ceiling. His mind had been working overtime that night, throwing blurred dreams at him in tantrum-like fits. Otto had woken up shaking at some point, trying to make sense of the jumbled visions running through his head, but they all slipped from his memory the moment he tried to pin them down. And even though he turned on his stomach to get more comfortable, closed his eyes, and consciously slowed his breathing, he stayed awake. He would have looked at his phone for the time, but since Nate was holding onto it as part of the rules for this week, he had no idea how late it was. But as Otto rolled onto his back again and lay awake, he became aware of something else: From the sound of Nate's breathing, he could tell that his big bro wasn't sleeping, either.

He'd had conversations with Nate throughout the week, giving them both the chance to learn more about each other. For instance, Otto had found out that Nate had two sisters, was planning to work in the technology industry, and harbored passions for photography and Cavern Crawl, which he participated in every Thursday night with a group of fellow RPG players. Overall, it was surface-level conversation, nothing too deep except for the occasional "secret meaning" of a hazing task, such as when he had told Otto why Dominic took his doughnuts the way that he did.

But neither of them had said a word to each other about what had happened in Dr. Barrett's classroom. Otto wasn't sure if there was just some unspoken fraternity rule that Nate was following and that he should follow, too, or if Nate personally was repressing his own experience with the puma professor. So Otto had kept their conversation for the rest of that day as innocuous and casual as possible--except now that it was so late into the night, neither of them was sleeping, and it was just the two of them with no other students, faculty, or fraternity brothers around, Otto acted on the urge to whisper hoarsely, "Nate? Are you awake?"

He heard the zebra in his bed sigh. "Yeah, pledge."

Otto hesitated. "About earlier, did you....d-do you want..."

Nate snorted softly. "I'm going to tell you a few things, alright, Otto?"

The red panda's eyebrows furrowed and he felt his heart beat faster while his gut clenched--it was the first time all week he'd heard his big bro say his name.

"You're going to see Barrett again, and it's okay. You're going to want to see him and do things for him--crazier things than what you did earlier. And that's okay, too. Just go to the same place in your mind where you went earlier," Nate started--Otto heard the shifting of bedsheets as the zebra rolled onto his side. "I was watching the whole thing, I could tell you were getting into the zone. It's the same thing I do, it's what my big bro did before me, and it's what your little bro will do after you. You just...enjoy it and don't think about the consequences while Barrett uses you."

Otto opened his mouth to protest, but what could he say? Even with the numerous school policy violations as well as moral and legal implications...a deeply perverted part of him had loved every second of his time with Barrett. Did he truly, completely want to prevent that kind of thing from happening again?

As Otto grappled with himself, Nate said, "Remember when he said you're going to see him next week? That's the exact same thing he said to me after our first time. And he was right. I needed him...I still do. And so do you, now that you've gotten a taste."

Otto's stomach flipped and his hole quivered at Nate's words. As much as he knew that it was just downright wrong for a professor to take advantage of students like this, a much stronger part of him knew that his big bro was right: Otto had meant it when he said he would see Barrett next week. His tail swished in his sleeping bag in anticipation--next week couldn't come soon enough.

"Besides, you think there aren't other professors who do the same thing to other pledges? And even other students who just need extra credit," Nate added. A white glow of a screen flared in the room and Otto heard something vibrating against the mattress; Nate consulted his phone and turned off his alarm while he continued, "Barrett's just the one who's...been in our family line, I guess. He fucked my big bro, his big bro, and his big bro. Me and you make five generations."

"So...if it's cool...then why are you up?" Otto found himself asking.

"Huh?"

"I thought--sorry, I thought this afternoon was keeping you awake or something," Otto said.

"Oh! Oh, no it wasn't that. You actually just have good timing for being up right now," Nate said as he sat up.

Otto turned in his sleeping bag to see Nate sitting over him, his legs dangling from the edge of his mattress. The tall zebra stretched his back and arms, groaning and grunting, before he slumped and said, "We've got another big night ahead of us, and we need to get started."

The athletics complex was dark except for the running track outside. The floodlights were turned on to their brightest, completely illuminating the polyurethane track, the inner turf field, and the empty bleachers. A pink chalk line had been crudely scrawled across the track, marking the starting position for an event, and a table, complete with cups, bottles, and cans of different alcoholic beverages, had been set up on the field. Otto also noticed that there were eight buckets next to the table; he couldn't see what was in them, but he doubted it would be anything good.

Otto and Nate had walked brisky across campus to the complex, and they'd joined the rest of the people congregated around the table when they arrived. Otto saw Tate and five other fraternity brothers standing by the head of the table, and there were already seven other pledges with their big bros: the cheetah, wolverine, kangaroo, otter, hyena, wolf, and Amir. Everyone except for Otto, the kangaroo, and the otter still had one hand each tied behind their backs, and all of the pledges wore the equipment that had been locked on and inserted in them after their initial hazing event. Otto was the eighth pledge there, and he wondered if they were waiting for the rest of the pledges to join, but Tate answered that question before he could even ask it.

"Welcome, pledges, to your final night of hazing!" Tate called gleefully--the fraternity brothers next to him clapped and whooped before he continued, "Another three of you failed the tasks from this week, so you're all that's left. If you can make it through this challenge, you'll be the best of the best. One of us! Gamma Theta!"

"Gamma Theta!" the fraternity brothers--including the big bros--shouted in unison.

"So, how's tonight going to work?" Tate started. He pointed at the track. "It's going to be easy: All you have to do is run two miles. So that's eight laps around this here track. And after each lap, you're going to come back to this table and take a drink." Tate surveyed the remaining pledges, intentionally staring at each one for a moment before he continued, "Finish your drinks and your two miles, and you're in. You don't have to win, you just have to finish in under 25 minutes--if you don't, you're out. Sound clear enough?"

"Yes, sir!" Otto replied along with the rest of the pledges.

"Then line up!" Tate shouted.

The pledges scrambled to the pink start line; the springy track felt rough and tacky against Otto's bare feet, but he counted himself lucky--at least they weren't running on asphalt. Otto took a place next to Amir, who he was glad to see had made it through his tasks; Amir's fur, however, was significantly more matted with dried streaks of cum that had accumulated over the week. Otto wondered if he'd also worked the glory hole and simply gotten messier with it, or if Amir had been subjected to multiple rounds of bukkake. Either way, the two of them were a mess, but all they could do was grin and wink at each other before Otto noticed each big bro picking up a bucket. The fraternity brothers carried their buckets as they took up positions behind their corresponding pledges; Nate stood only two feet behind Otto.

"On your marks!" Tate began.

The pledges tensed their knees, ready to run, while the brothers raised the buckets high.

"Get set!"

Before Otto had a chance to brace himself--as he'd been expecting the buckets to be dumped on "Go"--Nate and the rest of the brothers poured their buckets of icy water over the pledges. Otto, along with the rest of the underclassmen, gasped shortly in surprise and the physical shock to his system.

"Aahh!" Otto shivered wetly and his muscles contracted in the cold.

"Go!" Tate bellowed.

Otto dug his feet in with every step, sprinting as fast as he could for the first lap while the rest of the fraternity brothers clapped and cheered phrases like "Run, bitches, run!" and "Move those fat asses, fuckers!" He didn't care that some of his fellow pledges passed him while others lagged behind, he just had to keep moving. His ass was still so sore from the previous day's activity of having a 40 ounce bottle pushed up it, but Otto gritted his teeth and did his best to ignore the ache in his gut.

When he finished his first lap, he followed the cheetah and kangaroo in front of him to the table just off the field, where Tate and his assistants had set up full shot glasses.

"You need rum to run!" Tate hollered as the pledges threw back their shots; Otto grimaced as he could taste the coconut flavoring in the rum. Ignoring the burn in his mouth, he slammed his empty shot glass down and went back to the track where he began jogging his next lap.

The cool night air felt invigorating with the warm rum in his system, and he soon finished the next lap in third place again. When Otto returned to the table for his next drink, he was presented with a shot of whiskey. He downed it with ease and ran for his next lap, keeping pace with the kangaroo about 30 feet ahead of him, while the cheetah was already rounding the far end of the track, and the hyena and Amir weren't too far behind Otto after they'd finished their own whiskey shots. The third lap's drink was a shot of tequila, and after Otto's fourth lap--the halfway point of the whole run--Tate and the fraternity brothers gave him two shots of vodka.

"Oooheeeeaaaaahhh," Otto painfully grimaced after the first shot.

"Drink up, pledge, you got another to go!" Tate urged.

Otto forced himself to knock back the second shot; like the first one, it was flavored with artificial banana and burned hideously on the way down. He could tell that the fraternity had gotten something from below the bottom shelf at the liquor store, but he didn't give himself the time to even think about it as he jogged off for his next lap.

His feet began to ache and his breaths came out in short, ragged gasps--one mile down and he was already feeling the fatigue. Otto pounded against the track, willing himself forward to the end of the fifth lap. For his effort, the fraternity brothers pushed a half pint of lager to Otto, which he gulped down quickly like the rest of the pledges. But it was the sixth lap that saw the first elimination of the night: While Otto could feel the volatile mixture of different alcohols sloshing in his stomach and affecting his coordination already, the wolf who was a quarter-lap behind him and had been sprinting as much as possible finally came to a stop, vomited, and fell to the ground, unmoving except for the heaving of his chest.

Otto kept running while one of the fraternity brothers strode across the track to drag the wolf off of it and out of the way of the rest of the pledges. The sixth lap ended with a full pint of IPA, which weighed heavily in Otto's stomach, but he continued jogging and occasionally pinched his sides to alleviate the stitches and cramps he was starting to get. The seventh lap--so close to finishing two miles--saw the second elimination of the night: The IPA had proved too much for the wolverine to handle, and he vomited on the track shortly before he collapsed, too.

At the end of the seventh lap--Otto was huffing and puffing and felt so lightheaded, but he couldn't tell if it was because he wasn't in shape for running or the booze was affecting him so strongly--the six remaining pledges were forced to drink a pint and a half of sour ale. Otto very nearly gave up right there, he hated the super acidic and bitter flavor so much. He held his breath and gulped as fast as he could to finish the drink, and he returned to the track.

"Keep it up, pledges! One more lap, one more drink!" Tate shouted while the rest of the brothers were clapping, cheering, and slapping their fists on the table.

By this time, Otto had fallen to fourth place, but he hadn't heard Tate yell that time was up, so he must've been keeping a good pace to stay within the 25-minute time limit. And he was so close to finishing the eighth and final lap...he was almost there...he kept putting one foot in front of the other...he just needed to move, move, move...and ignore the bloating in his stomach and the dizziness...and he was over the pink line!

Otto gingerly trotted back to the table, where the pledges were drinking their final two pints of stout. He took up his glass as Tate and the rest of the Gamma Theta Zeta brothers hooted and hollered.

"Go! Go! Go! Drink it, drink it, drink it!" They encouraged until all the pledges finished their first pints and, gasping and belching, polished off their second glasses.

"Yeah! Gamma Theta! That's how you get it done!" Tate beamed. He snapped his fingers at the big brothers and Nate and the rest of his colleagues approached the pledges; Otto saw his big bro pull out a hex wrench while other big bros took out small keys.

"Wow, six new brothers! You made it through your first night with us, you lived a week of being a Gamma Theta pledge, and now you've proven your endurance once again!" As Tate spoke, the brothers knelt in front of their pledges and unlocked the chastity cages, while Nate used his hex wrench to loosen the bolts on Otto's ball stretcher. The metal half-rings slipped from Otto's sack and landed with a soft thud on the field--he moaned as he shivered in the freedom of no longer having so much weight attached to his testicles, and he could tell that they hung noticeably lower than normal. He wanted to cup his balls so badly, to massage them unencumbered, but he remembered to keep his hands to himself. However, that didn't stop him or the rest of the pledges from feeling their cocks chub from their releases--Otto could see that, for everyone else, a week in chastity had made his new brothers extra sensitive, as Amir was sporting a full hardon.

"We've tested you as best as we can to sort out the wheat from the chaff," Tate continued while all the brothers except for Nate removed the butt plugs and untied their little brothers' arms, and soon everyone was free and fully unrestrained. "And now I just have one thing to say."

Tate paused theatrically while the big bros who stood next to the pledges reached into their pockets. Otto saw Nate pull out something that looked like a small, oblong box with pieces of metal on the end, but he couldn't quite tell what it was.

"Welcome to Gamma Theta Zeta!" Tate shouted.

ZZZZZZZZZT.

"Aaahh!" The newest fraternity brothers howled and shrieked as they fell to the ground, curling into the fetal position as they clutched their groins. Their big bros had moved so fast that their little bros never saw it coming: Nate, like his comrades with their little bros, had shoved a taser up against Otto's testicles, sending 50,000 volts of electricity into the red panda's sensitive and stretched balls. The shock stung like a billion wasps, forcing Otto to crumple to the ground, spasming from the aftershocks that ran rampant through his body.

As Otto and the rest of his new brothers lay gasping on the ground, Tate called, "Alright, boys, we've got a party to get to!"

The ride from the athletics complex to Greek Row was like something out of a dream compared to last week when the pledges were kidnapped from their dorms and forced to run across campus in the middle of the night. Instead, Otto and the rest of his new fraternity brothers piled into a stretch SUV limo that Gamma Theta Zeta had rented for the night; as everyone sank into the cushy leather seats and sang along to the music that blared on the stereo, Tate poured and passed glasses of champagne and proposed multiple toasts to the newest additions to the fraternity. Jared the Rottweiler, Amir's big bro, pulled out a couple of joints and lit them up before passing them around, enticing the freshmen to take long hits and laughing as they practically coughed up their lungs. Soon the back of the limo smelled sweetly of weed and, to Otto, vindication as everyone burst into song; like a band of drunken sailors celebrating the end of a long voyage, the newest members of Gamma Theta Zeta were drunkenly singing the fraternity's anthem while the limo driver chauffeured them around campus in a victory lap before heading for Greek Row.

As the limo approached the fraternity house, Tate called for everyone to settle down.

"Listen up, newbies!" Tate hollered as the limo swung around in the driveway to the back of the house. Even though everyone was drunk and high, they sat at attention (albeit occasionally nudging each other and giggling). "Before we go inside to celebrate with the rest of our brothers, we need you to vote for the Freshman Chair. This is going to be your brother who you think exemplifies the traits that are important to Gamma Theta, who will speak for you at council meetings, and who will represent your best interests within the fraternity."

"Do...do we need'a campaign or anything? Sshet up like a...buncha scandals or something?" the kangaroo asked, his speech slurred.

"Yeah, wha-bout the 'lectoral college?" Amir added.

Tate shook his head. "Nope, no speeches, no electoral college, no nothing. We're gonna do a vote here and now, majority wins, and it's an anonymous vote. So, everybody close your eyes; you can't vote for yourself, and you only get one vote, so make it count."

Otto looked around at his fellow brothers, who glanced back at him, then shrugged and closed his eyes along with them.

"Alright, raise your hand to vote for Dylan LaSalle," Otto heard Tate call.

It was silent in the van; nobody said a word as the vote began. Otto thought for a moment, going back through the roster of pledges he had met during Rush Week and who remained--Dylan was the kangaroo. He'd done pretty well to make it all the way through hazing, but Otto kept his hands on his lap.

"How about Simon Ortega?"

Otto didn't raise his hand for the otter.

"Who votes for Lucas Blackstone?"

Nor for the hyena.

"Raise your hand for Amir Lazaro."

Otto's hand flew up in the air.

"Who votes for Otto Derosa?"

Otto lowered his hand again, wondering how many votes he might've earned.

"And who wants to vote for Andy Fulton?"

Otto waited for Tate to tally the votes for the cheetah, then he heard a plastic bag ruffling as something was pulled out of it before the moose called, "Okay, you can open your eyes."

The red panda did as he was told and saw that Tate was now holding a navy blue leather varsity jacket with white sleeves, and the back was emblazoned with the Greek letters Gamma, Theta, and Zeta. "Gentlemen, it's my pleasure to announce your Freshman Chair," Tate began dramatically. He paused, letting the tension sit in the limo--all eyes were glued on the moose as he continued, "With a total of three votes, the highest out of the group..."

Tate looked around the limo, his eyes sliding over each new fraternity brother. He bundled up the jacket and threw it...

Where it landed in Otto's lap.

"Is Mr. Otto Derosa!"

The limo erupted with cheers--Nate and Amir clapped Otto on his back while the red panda, shellshocked and stupefied, numbly tugged on the jacket; it was the first piece of clothing he'd put on for the whole week. He was surprised to find that it felt so snug and confining compared to the nudity he'd become so accustomed to over the week, and it smelled so...clean.

"Wow, I-I...thank you so much!" Otto managed to get out over his shock.

"Congratulations, Otto! You're going to embrace a higher level of service to your brothers, which means extra responsibilities and greater rewards," Tate said over the raucous applause. "We'll go over all your duties and shit tomorrow, but tonight you're going to get your first full set of rewards. So! Everybody else, I'm going to ask you to get out of the limo, go into the back of the house, and follow the big-ass signs for the party. Otto, you're going to go around to the front and head for the Evans Room."

Otto nodded as he listened to Tate's directions, and the group in the limo disbanded; while everyone trooped into the back of the house, Otto clambered out of the limo and strode around the perimeter of the house and up to the front door. He pushed it open to hear cheering and applause coming from the Evans room, and he followed the familiar route through the foyer and to the left. When Otto entered the brightly-lit ballroom, he saw that the second-floor balcony was crammed full of fraternity brothers, and more had formed a circle around an empty space on the ground floor; Otto did a double-take when he realized that Dominic Montwood, in his three-piece suit again, was standing prominently in the middle of the circle's perimeter. On Dominic's left, there was Nate, beaming from ear to ear, while in the middle of the clearing, there was an enormous black tarp.

"Brothers!" Dominic called, and silence fell over the room except for the thumping music that continued to play in the background. "Tonight, we initiate our newest members of Gamma Theta Zeta! They've done all we asked and came through with flying colors to get here. Tonight is their first true step of their journey towards greatness by becoming a part of the Gamma Theta legacy. And it's only fitting that a legacy pledge, Otto Derosa, is representing them as their Freshman Chair. Otto, come forward and stand before us."

Otto did as he was told, coming to a stop in the middle of the tarp in front of Dominic and Nate.

"The title and position of Freshman Chair confers upon you a set of honors, responsibilities, and challenges that will enable you to lead by example for your brothers," Dominic continued, addressing Otto directly. "Being a legacy, you understand the services and sacrifices you have to make for the greater family. And while tonight is about rewarding your achievements, it's also about reminding you of those services and sacrifices. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" Otto responded confidently.

"Then kneel," Dominic commanded.

Otto sank to his knees, kneeling before Dominic, Nate, and the rest of the brothers circled in front of him. He watched as everyone--all 20 people--in the line unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks. Most everyone was chubbing up already, their dicks pulsing in their hands, and Otto could sense what was going to happen a moment before it came; he could feel his own cock start to stiffen as he arched his back and made himself a bigger target for the multiple streams of piss that began to fly and shower him from head to foot.

"Yeah, drench him good! Get him all wet!" The calls echoed around the room along with claps and whistles as the brothers in front of Otto continued to hose him down. He could smell so many different varieties of musk in the urine; the pleasantly warm flows soaked into his fur and dribbled against the leather of his varsity jacket with such a satisfying pitter-patter; the streams criss-crossed and splashed against each other before they hit him and mixed together, draining down his body to form a giant puddle on the tarp; so many of them splattered against his emerging cock, and Otto simply couldn't resist letting his own bladder relax and dousing himself in his own water.

He opened his mouth to catch a few splashes and spurts of piss, swallowing as much as he could while he played with his hardening cock and sprayed himself down. His tongue registered every drop he caught as the most flavorful and refreshing drink possible, his taste-buds had gotten so corrupted by Nate's daily showers.

"That's it, Otto, drink it up," Dominic growled in encouragement.

Otto knelt lower, pushing his face into the puddle of urine and rubbing into the liquid before he pursed his lips and slurped noisily, sucking up and lapping the mixture of still-warm piss. He rolled it around in his mouth like he was tasting wine, savoring each musky note from everyone who had contributed to the puddle, before he gulped. He straightened up again, sighing contentedly from his drink; Otto rubbed his wet stomach, showing his audience where the piss he slurped up had gone. He was still pissing on himself and rubbed his hands sensually over his torso and legs, absorbing the texture of warm, wet fur and the splatters of piss that connected with him. His brothers aimed their cocks to hit his head and face, his chest and stomach, his belly button, his thighs, and cock and balls; a particularly forceful surge nudged his nuts a few times, and Otto groaned, simply luxuriating in the enormous, multi-streamed golden shower he was receiving. He shook his head, sending droplets of urine flying from the ends of his fur and whiskers, and eventually the streams slowed to a halt; the brothers in front of him shook the last droplets as far as they could reach, with a few landing on Otto's nose.

He licked the sides of his muzzle, gathering the dripping urine on his tongue and sucking it down.

"With a cleansing shower like that, there's only one thing we could be getting you ready for," Dominic said as he and the rest of the brothers who had pissed on Otto stepped back to join the rest of the crowd on the ground floor, providing more floor space.

Otto watched as a door behind the crowd opened and someone cut a path through the audience--murmurs of "Ooooh" and "Here we go" arose from the brothers assembled in the ballroom. Over the noise, Otto could hear the clopping of hooves against the hard floor. Dominic and Nate at last stood aside to reveal Jared leading a donkey on a rope through the crowd. The donkey clopped along behind Jared, following obediently as the Rottweiler led the farm animal onto the tarp, into the puddle of piss, and in front of Otto. Jared circled the donkey around to face away from Otto, and the red panda could see the donkey's drooping erection already extended from its sheath, the pendulous balls that hung above it, and the puffy, puckered hole beneath the donkey's swishing tail.

"Otto, meet Pud," Jared said as he dropped the rope and patted the donkey's back. "Wanna know why we call him that?"

Otto nodded, intrigued.

Jared grinned. "His hole is great at pulling all of our puds. So you get to be the first freshman this year to put yours in him." The Rottweiler kept stroking the donkey's back, and Otto could see that a sizeable bulge was forming in his pants. "He'll be a good boy for you, just like he is for all of us. Ain't that right, Pud?" The donkey bucked his head up and down and snorted. "Good boy," Jared said. He nodded down at Otto's own erection, which had risen to full mast by now. "Better get that carrot in him, or he'll be begging someone else to fill him up."

The Rottweiler retreated to join the rest of the crowd. Otto, still on his knees behind Pud's rear, looked to Dominic--he, like nearly everyone else in the crowd, had his cock in his hand and was squeezing and stroking it gently

"Are...are you sure I should..." Otto started.

"He's right there waiting for you, Otto, get to it," Dominic told him with a wink.

Otto saw Nate nodding fervently, which he took as extra confirmation for what he was supposed to do. The red panda got to his feet and put a hand on Pud's flank--the donkey's skin shivered reflexively, but he knew that someone was behind him. "Alright, Pud...good boy," Otto murmured to the donkey. He shifted his hand further back and raised the equine's short tail, fully exposing the engorged, dark hole that was perfectly at dick height for Otto; Pud even seemed to make it wink, contracting the muscle before relaxing again.

Otto shuffled forward, pressing the tip of his cock against the wrinkled flesh; the heat radiating from it was so tantalizing he just had to keep pushing. Pud's hole was loose enough that Otto slipped into the puckered orifice with no trouble at all, and his cockhead felt like it was being bathed in warm pie, the texture was so silky and jellylike.

"Oooh fuck," Otto moaned as he slid further into Pud; the donkey snorted and stood still, but Otto felt the hole contract and relax in soft pulses around his shaft, as if milking him while he pushed deeper. The sensation was electrifying; the bumps and ridges of Pud's anus as Otto's cock rode over them, the folds of muscle that hugged and kissed along his length as he sank it deeper, the pulsing heat and movement that seemed to intentionally pull him inside--and after a week of not touching himself, a week with a ball stretcher locked on top of his nuts, a week of daily golden showers from Nate, and a week of tasks that made Otto sink lower and lower into his perversions, Pud's ass was swiftly bringing him closer to the edge. Meanwhile, out of the corner of his eye, Otto noticed that most of the brothers were stroking their dicks, or in some cases, stroking each others', all of them clearly enjoying the show.

Within moments, Otto hilted himself inside Pud and his balls rested against the donkey's significantly larger, plumper orbs. His sheath piercing pressed up against Pud's hole, and the pulsing contractions of the sphincter jiggled the captive bead ring back and forth enough to make it rub against the base of Otto's swollen erection, driving up the heat in his loins. Lustful murmurs circulated around the ballroom as Otto flexed his dick inside Pud's hole.

"Oh damn, he's fully in."

"How long do you think he's gonna last?"

"Fuck that's hot."

"Think he'll feel my load still in there?"

Otto could only focus on the incredible heat and velvety textures wrapped around his cock. He pulled his hips away from Pud's rear, drawing out the lips of the donkey's anus along his shaft until just his cockhead remained inside.

"Damn, Pud, that's amazing," Otto groaned softly as his cock pulsed and twitched from the stimulation.

Slowly, he thrust back in, stuffing himself into Pud again; the donkey seemed to be encouraging him to keep going, as Otto felt the pressure of the animal pressing back against his hips, as if he were wanting more of Otto's cock inside him. Taking the invitation, Otto began to thrust in a steady rhythm. He deliberately slid in and out of Pud's hole while the donkey seemed to consciously clench and relax, helping to milk the poor, pent up fraternity brother.

Schlp-schlp-schlp-schlp was the only sound Otto could hear for a good five minutes, all he could concentrate on, while the rest of the brothers muttered to each other or called, "Yeah, Pud, milk him good!" and "Fill that hole, boy!" All eyes were fixed on Otto fucking Pud, the piss-soaked red panda working hard to breed the feral donkey that had already been bred so many times by so many other brothers. A few brothers let their gazes rest on Pud's erection: the donkey's shaft had firmed up and was visibly jerking under his stomach, threatening to start belly slapping.

Unable to help himself, Otto started thrusting faster, gripping tightly onto Pud's flanks for leverage.

"Ooooh fuuuuuuck," he moaned.

Otto's loose hole was still so sore from being opened up by the giant beer bottle yesterday, and still ached from the two-mile run he had finished earlier that evening--thrusting was just another layer of discomfort, but he worked through it, clenching his muscles to and flexing his cock to at the apex of his thrusts to spin himself up into a frenzy. It wouldn't be long until he hit the point of no return.

Nate stroked his own cock vigorously, watching with pride as Otto had his fun with Pud. The zebra had used the donkey several times himself, and he felt so deviously satisfied watching Otto hump Pud; while they were connected as brothers, there was just something so alluring to Nate about the fact that both he and his little brother had been fucked by the same professor and had fucked the same donkey. He felt his cock throb in his hands as he watched the red panda go faster and faster, slamming himself into the donkey, and Nate momentarily lost himself in the memory of that wonderfully warm hole that Otto was now plowing with abandon. In his reverie, he thought about how he'd need to schedule some time with Pud when the party was over; it'd been too long since Nate had filled that donkey with hot zebra seed.

Otto, meanwhile, was panting and grunting hard as he started losing control. "Ungh, ungh, ungh...yeah, Pud, good boy," he crooned to the donkey, who kept pushing back against him. Otto's cock punched in-out-in-out-in-out of Pud's guts in rapid fire, his hips moving by themselves with the instinctive need to dump the long overdue load that his balls had been churning all week long. He could feel his muscles start to tighten and lock up, and all he wanted in the world was to empty his balls in this warm, wet, perfect hole, to breed it and push his load as deep as possible.

"Oh fuck...oooooOOOOOUUUNNNGGG!"

Otto's climax was like a freight train crashing through his brain. His first orgasm in a week tore through his body; his balls drew up tightly, his toes curled while the rest of his muscles were beyond his control, and sweat erupted from every pore while he buried his cock up to the root and fired shot after shot of semen into Pud. Otto's cock was on fire and being electrocuted at the same time with how intense the sensations were while Pud clenched around him, milking him for every drop from his overloaded balls.

His cock pulsed again and again, spurting who knew how many gooey shots of cum from his urethra, impregnating the donkey's guts. Otto's perception of the room nearly turned completely white, his brain was that overwashed with hormones as he crested the wave of his orgasm; he didn't hear the clapping and whistling and shouting from his fraternity brothers, he didn't see a few of them shoot their own loads into their hands or onto the floor, and he didn't feel the contractions of Pud's own muscles as he slapped his cock against his belly in earnest, working towards his own release. For Otto, there was just pleasure, ecstasy, euphoria, warmth, and relief.

As he came down from the high of his climax, Otto slumped against Pud's rear before his knees gave out; his cock schlorped out of Pud's dripping hole as he sank to the floor, with his face planted on Pud's buttock. Otto's lungs heaved for air as he recovered, and the aroma of musk that wafted into his nose was just so delectable that, mindlessly, he began licking the small drips of cum that trickled out of Pud's hole and down his balls. Not that he was paying attention to much else, but his laps and slurps accomplished two things: They made Pud slap his belly with his cock even faster, and they kicked off a whole new set of murmurs around the ballroom.

"Oh shit, is he eating his own cum?"

"Damn, he's a kinky little fucker."

"Ooooh look, look what he's doing!"

In his lust-addled, leftover orgasmic haze, Otto methodically lapped up the translucent white dribbles of his cum that leaked from Pud's hole, working up from the balls until his nose reached the puckered anus. Otto licked the salty, musky flesh, worming his tongue inside to scoop up the large globules of cum he had deposited. He sloppily pulled them back into his mouth, getting cum on his lips and muzzle in the process as he savored the viscous, ropey texture.

As he worked, he heard Pud's belly slapping and felt the donkey's tail swish happily against his face, showing how delighted he was with the job that his breeder was doing. Otto grinned and kept slurping for another few moments before he opened his muzzle wider and sucked on Pud's ass; his tongue wriggled and writhed inside the donkey's rectum, swirling around the warm folds for every last dollop of salty cum he had fucked into Pud. When Otto was satisfied that he'd eaten out as much as he could, he planted a final kiss on Pud's anus, causing the donkey to pucker up, and leaned back, sighing contentedly.

To his surprise, Pud began to turn around. Otto stayed still, keeping an eye on the donkey's slapping cock before Pud's eyes met his gaze and the donkey lowered his face and affectionately pressed it against Otto's. Otto smirked and pressed back, stroking the side of Pud's long muzzle, before they parted and Otto leaned again.

This time, though, Otto opened his mouth and met the donkey's rough, hairy, and drool-slicked lips in a kiss. Pud seemed to get the idea and opened his wide mouth as he continued his belly slapping, and Otto pushed his tongue into Pud's wide maw. He felt the large, rugged ridges of the donkey's upper palate, the smooth contours of his tongue, the hot breath that smelled and tasted of hay and salt, the broad and bumpy stumps of his teeth--Otto moaned into the donkey's mouth as he continued his exploration. Pud even reciprocated Otto's affections, as he extended his long, wide tongue into the red panda's muzzle, and played with Otto's uvula before dipping the tip down the boy's throat. Otto suckled on Pud's tongue, gently raking his teeth across the surface as he sucked up and swallowed the donkey's saliva.

And it seemed that Otto's attention was enough to set Pud off; the donkey brayed into his mouth, and his cock, stimulated from all the belly slapping, flared and pulsed hard. Warm, thick jets of donkey cum splattered against Otto's chest and stomach, dousing his torso completely in seed. Otto kept his lips locked against Pud's while the donkey continued spraying him with his load. And while the young red panda's tongue was occupied with tasting every inch of Pud's wide mouth, he rubbed the cum into his already-soaked fur, mixing the urine and semen together.

"Mmm...mmmore...mmoooooore," Otto moaned through the kiss he shared with Pud. He didn't care how matted his coat got or how disgusting he smelled, or how many stains stuck to his fancy new fraternity jacket; all he wanted was more, so much more. He wanted to reach into the donkey's testicles and pull out more cum to slather over himself; he wanted Pud to gag him with his tongue in his throat, to tickle every inch inside of him; he wanted to guzzle gallon after gallon of Pud's urine from his enormous flared cock before pissing it out himself and drinking it again from his own tap; he wanted to fill up with Pud's jizz and show Dr. Barrett just how much of a cum dump his little buck could be before the puma added his own load to Otto's messy guts; he wanted every brother in this ballroom to use him like a disgusting, filthy cum rag, as nothing more than a desperate hole to be filled.

He was so completely caught up in the overwhelming throes of his lust, moaning and panting for more as Pud's jets of cum subsided, Otto didn't hear the three pairs of footsteps approaching him. It wasn't until a hand rested firmly on his shoulder that he broke the kiss with Pud--the donkey's tongue pulled out of his throat and mouth with a slurp--and looked up: Standing over him was Jared, Dominic, and a heavyset skunk wearing a campus police officer uniform with the name "Costa" on his badge.

"Alright, Otto, I think it's time for another little reward," Dominic said as he removed his hand from the red panda's shoulder. Jared picked up the rope tied around Pud's neck and led the donkey away while Dominic continued, "You probably haven't met Officer Costa yet. He's Grafton Bay University's Head of Campus Security...and a member of Gamma Theta Zeta."

"As a Gamma Theta, you get lifelong privileges and connections with your brothers. You'll always have a place in this house. I come by pretty often to hang out and see what services I can do for my brothers," Costa said as he unbuttoned his shirt, showing off his thick musclegut and padded pecs. He casually tossed the shirt aside and stepped closer to Otto, leering down at him. "And as Head of Campus Security, it's also my job to investigate when my brothers might have been smuggling contraband on campus."

The shirtless skunk sank to his knees in front of Otto, soaking his pants in the puddle of piss that Otto was still kneeling in, but Costa paid it no mind. "And I hear from your big bro that you had some pretty big contraband in you yesterday. Ready for a little inspection, brother?"

Otto grinned and simply asked, "What can I do for you?"

Costa laughed. "Well, someone's a quick learner! Just lie back and relax, little guy, I'll do all the work."

As Otto laid out on his back, Costa reached into one of the pouches on his duty belt and pulled out a bottle of lube, which he applied generously to his meaty right forearm and rubbed around Otto's hole. Otto shivered at the cold fluid smeared over his hole, but the feeling of Costa's thick, lubed fingers already playing with his loose lips overshadowed the chill. The skunk swirled his digits just inside the rim of Otto's hole, making a wet stirring noise against the limp muscle. He wiggled his fingers back and forth, as if twiddling them inside Otto.

"Hmm, nothing so far. But I need to go a bit deeper. Good thing you're so loose, should be an easy inspection," Costa snickered.

"Well, I want to be as cooperative as I can, officer," Otto quipped as he raised his legs, spreading them for the skunk to open his hole wider.

"You say that now, and the rest of campus security might want to see just how cooperative you can be," Costa chuckled as he lined up his fingers with Otto's ass and pressed all four fingertips against the loose sphincter. "Now, you just breathe nice and easy for me."

Otto nodded and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. At the same time, Costa worked his fingers back and forth, massaging Otto's lubed ring of muscle before he pushed inward. Otto allowed himself a small groan as he felt the skunk's fingers invade his insides. They wiggled and slid against his rectal walls, the lube coating Costa's digits making it easier for Otto to take them in, and soon the skunk was up to his knuckles in the red panda.

"Mmm, it's like petting hot, wet velvet," Costa murmured as he began gently thrusting his hand in and out, working over Otto's hole as he stretched his fingers apart. "You like that, Otto?"

"Mmmhmm, it's so...incredible having you in me like this," Otto moaned; his cock, which had started to go flaccid after ejaculating in Pud's ass, was starting to firm up again from Costa's efforts.

"Heh, I can tell. And..." Costa pushed in again and let his fingers rest on top of a dense bump of muscle and nerves--Otto moaned and clenched around Costa's digits as the skunk began pressing down on his prostate. "There's an especially good spot for you."

"Fffuuuhuuuuck yesss," Otto hissed.

Costa squeezed down on the walnut-sized gland a few more times, eliciting a groan and a clench from Otto with each press, before he resumed thrusting his fingers, and soon he had added his thumb to the mix. Within minutes, Costa began curling his fingers into a relaxed fist and was pushing just over his knuckles, getting a little more of his palm inside.

"You know, I've fisted a lot of my brothers, they all ask if they can ride my hands again and again," Costa grunted as he continued pumping his meaty forearm back and forth. "I get a feeling that you're gonna be one of my regulars, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, sir."

"Atta boy."

Costa kept up the pace, stroking in and out of Otto's hole and pushing just a little deeper on each thrust. Even though they were completely surrounded by all the fraternity brothers watching, stroking themselves, muttering to each other, and occasionally shouting words of encouragement for Otto and Costa, it was just the two of them in their own little world: Otto sprawled on his back with his legs in the air and Costa penetrating him with his fingers as he watched the red panda pant and whine and beg for more.

"Oh yeah...right there...fuck, that's good, keep going," Otto moaned intermittently.

"Want it deeper, little man?"

"As deep as you can go."

That was all Costa needed to hear to entice him onward. "Deep breath, Otto, here comes the hard part."

The skunk firmly pushed the widest part of his knuckles past Otto's lubed hole and simultaneously curled his fingers tighter into a full, clenched fist. Costa could feel the warm muscles embracing his fist trying to contract, to block him from moving forward, but he just kept up the pressure.

"Ooooh fuuuuck," Otto groaned loudly as Costa sank his fist deeper into Otto's rectum. The skunk could hear how much effort it took for Otto to control his breathing.

"That's it buddy, just push out your guts, push and let me in," Costa coached him. The skunk felt Otto's muscles hesitate, then push outward--he took that as his cue to force himself in further, inserting more of his fist until he at last slid up to his wrist. He rotated the joint, rolling his fist around inside Otto's stretched ass. "Fuck, Otto, you're so hot inside...it's like I'm wearing you like a glove."

"I-I...oh man, I...fuuuuuck." Otto couldn't even string a sentence together, his nerves were firing so much.

"Heh, that's what they all say the first time I get in," Costa smirked. "Don't you worry, we'll get you nice and full."

Before Otto could think to say or do anything, Costa resumed pushing his fist deeper into the red panda. He wormed it back and forth, slipping and sliding against the Otto's insides as he crept forward. Costa's wrist soon disappeared into the abused hole, followed by the upper part of his forearm. As Costa worked, he kept his fist clenched, making a blunt battering ram that impaled Otto an inch at a time. He loved the feeling of all those delicate folds of flesh spreading around his fist and arm, their subtle and inviting textures, the sphincters tightening and relaxing as they were opened up by the invader--and the whole time, Otto was writhing and convulsing on the floor in front of him, his cock twitching and pulsing as pre flowed from his urethra as a result of Costa's arm pushing against his prostate.

Costa chuckled when he felt his fist meet the familiar circle of muscle. He rotated his wrist again, around and around, teasing the sphincter as he said, "Damn, Otto...you're such a sloppy, loose, little slut. I'm already at your second ring...and I think it's time..." Costa slowly, tortuously, shoved in, stretching the ring of muscle apart as his fist penetrated deeper into Otto's guts "...to get past it....and really open you up."

If possible, Otto arched his back even more, thrusting his stomach up into the air while his head rolled against the wet tarp he lay on--the pleasure of getting opened up like this, of Costa digging his fist and arm into him was almost too much to bear. He opened his mouth and moaned loudly and lewdly; subconsciously, he wriggled his hips as if he were trying to push himself further up Costa's arm.

"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you?" the skunk said as he kept pushing. In his hormone-induced haze, Otto looked through the sweat in his eyes at the Head of Campus Security, who was sodomizing him on his fist with a smile on his face. "I can tell how much you love having me just snake around in your guts like this," Costa continued, working further up his forearm into Otto's hole. "Want to see something really cool?"

Otto nodded automatically, part of him intrigued and part of him not even caring so long as he stayed in this much physical pleasure and agony.

Costa grinned as he pushed upward--Otto groaned at the new sensation of pressure against his abdomen and looked down at his stomach, where he saw a bulge rolling around under his navel. "That's me, Otto. Rearranging your guts right in front of your eyes," Costa said as he rolled his fist up against the red panda's belly.

"Oooooh fuuuuuhuuuuhuuuuck!" Otto's voice filled the room, and he couldn't tell if he was laughing or sobbing from the intensity of being so thoroughly split open and filled by the skunk's thick arm.

"Ssshhh, shhh, I know how good it feels," Costa said soothingly as he finally reached forward with his free hand and began to pump Otto's stiff erection. He slowly rolled his hand over the engorged head and deliberately pulled down until his fist rested on top of Otto's balls. Otto quivered in his grip, with every muscle tightening to the point where he felt like he could just burst. "Maybe this will help even more, and as for your mouth...looks like your brothers have that covered."

Otto looked up: Once more, he'd been so caught up in the cycle of lust and pleasure that he hadn't even noticed Nate and a few other fraternity brothers--all of them completely nude, fully aroused, and grinning from ear to ear--had approached, carrying bottles of beer and a funnel with a thick tube attached to it.

"Welcome to Gamma Theta, little bro!" Nate yelled for the whole room to hear.

It was like the volume had been turned back up--Otto could suddenly hear all the shouting and yelling, the lewd noises of mouths sucking cocks and balls slapping against each other. It was as if a Bacchanalian party from ancient Greece had taken over the ballroom, with so many brothers singing, eating, drinking, fucking, or doing some combination of all four activities together. Out of the corner of his eye, Otto could see Amir and Jared doing a spitroast with Pud, while Travis the weasel was sucking the donkey's dick without a care in the world. Otto and Officer Costa were still at the center of attention, but only barely, as there was so much else happening in the room.

Nate and the brothers he had gathered guided the beer funnel's tube into Otto's open mouth, which Otto readily accepted; the plastic tube pushed over his tongue and rested at the back of his palate, and he was ready to let loose and enjoy the spoils of all his hard work. And as Costa continued thrusting his fist deep within his guts and masturbating him at the same time, Otto opened his throat for his first beer as an official member of GTZ.

"Chug, chug, chug!" Nate and the brothers next to him chanted as they poured two bottles of lager into the funnel. The foamy beer ran down the tube and into Otto's mouth, where he gulped it down.

"Yeah, more beer for my little bro!" Nate yelled as he held the beer bong high. More beer went into the funnel and cascaded down the tube--while most of it went down Otto's throat, he could feel some of the foamy liquid overflow and trickle out of the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care; he wanted more. His mouth was thirsty, his hole was hungry, and his cock was aching to burst--fortunately, all three of those problems were being addressed, and he didn't have to do a damn thing but lie back in that still-warm puddle of piss and accept all the good things that were happening to him.

He didn't know how long he drank for or what kind of beer his brothers poured into the funnel, he just kept gulping more and more down. The room began to spin and he still felt Costa masturbating him while fisting him, pushing deeper and going up to his elbow in Otto like a puppet. At some point the funnel was removed and a whole swarm of bare feet was shoved in Otto's face--he got the message quickly and began licking every musky sole and sucking every toe he could reach, slathering them with his saliva and drinking in their flavor.

Someone bent down to make out with him, a hazy shadow with a long tongue that filled his mouth and throat before withdrawing again.

Something was pulsing in his guts--was it Costa's fist, still inside him? Or had the security officer finally removed his forearm and it had been replaced with a dildo, a cock, or another giant beer bottle?

There was shouting, singing, moaning, all of it happening right in his ear; Otto couldn't make out the words over all the other noise in the ballroom.

Someone was pissing onto his stomach; he couldn't see who it was though. Were they standing just out of his line of sight? Or was someone taking aim from the second-floor balcony?

He cock throbbed hard in Costa's grip--at least, he thought Costa was still jacking him off, he didn't know if someone else had taken over. Not that he would have objected to that--not that he even could have; Otto was so intoxicated (both from his hormones and all the alcohol he had ingested) by this point that his inhibitions were completely obliterated, his sense of self was long gone, and his resistance had been wiped away entirely.

Someone pushed the funnel back into Otto's mouth and instead of beer he could taste the burning of cheap vodka, but he just guzzled it down. More...more...more...soon it didn't even feel like it was burning, it was going down his esophagus as smoothly as water.

Someone was squeezing his dick and tugging his sheath piercing, threatening to send him over the edge.

More liquor drained into the funnel held over him...it tasted like tequila. At least he thought it tasted like tequila, but he wasn't sure.

"Chug, chug, chug!" The chanting went on and on as he drank.

Otto gasped for breath--was he getting close to another orgasm? Or were his lungs hurting?

He was shivering--was it from arousal or had someone turned down the air conditioning and he was getting cold?

"Chug, chug, chug!"

His hips thrust upward--it felt like something was still lodged in his ass. Had Costa started fisting him again or did it feel like another tube from a different beer bong funnelling more liquor into his rectum?

"Chug, chug, chug!"

He swallowed more of whatever drink poured down the tube in his mouth--was it piss? Was it moonshine? He couldn't tell.

"Cum, cum, cum!"

"Uuuungghhaaaaaaahh!" Otto tensed up and groaned groggily, feeling his cock pulse as he finally hit another climax; he vaguely wondered if his cum had been caught by someone else and they were eating it, or if it had just splattered on his stomach.

"Chug, chug, chug!"

Darkness crept into the corners of his vision. As he began to fade into the irresistible black that yawned under him, he could dimly hear, "S'bout fuckin' time we loss 'im! Ma bro's godda high tol'rance. Less load 'im up...'fore we ged 'im to a hops-ital."

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