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It started with just a chair. Axel thought that was the easiest thing. All the tiger had to do was sit in the chair and watch the screen to prep him for some silly stage hypnosis tricks. As far as fraternity hazing rituals went, the tiger thought it was the easiest one imaginable.

So Axel sat in the chair and watched the pulsing colors and swirling lights as minutes drifted off into a timeless expanse and the tiger began to drool.

Half an hour later, some of the guys from the fraternity came to check in on him. They snapped fingers by his ears and waved hands before his eyes, but the tiger continued to stare dully ahead. He was ready.

Gently, so as not to disturb him, they started to remove Axel's clothes. They got tossed into a heap in the corner of the room. Comments were made on his physique, well built and well hung. One of the brothers tapped away on a laptop, setting up the next part of the program.

Then they left. Axel stared at the spirals and the more he stared, the hotter he got, until even with his mind sucked away, he was squirming and wriggling in his seat. His shaft was standing straight out, bobbing and leaking pre.

When they returned and saw him moving, they pulled out some rope, tying him to the chair. Wrists were bound behind his back and ankles to the legs of the chair. An extra bit of rope went around his chest. Confident he would not fall out of the chair now, they left again.

They came back sooner the next time, hearing him through the walls, dull needy moans of a horny tiger desperate to fuck. They brought a gag with them, a phallic one, although small to start. Eventually all the brothers in the frat needed to be able to suck one another off--it was only polite after all--but they had to start simple. They added more bindings as well, as the tiger had started trying to thrust and grind into the air and was bouncing his chair around. Soon rope held his thighs and hips into place and the needy tiger could only grunt and muffledly moan through the gag.

Another half an hour and the tiger had finally slowed in his struggles. He began to understand his new purpose. He was quiet and patient, staring at the screen, as they brought in the milking machine, sliding a heavy tube around his shaft. One of the guys played with his sac, tugged on the orbs, and commented on how full they felt. The other guys nodded approvingly as they turned the machine on.

The tiger was still lost in the timeless expanse. All Axel knew were the swirling colors and the desperate need to cum. The device sucked lazily, sliding up and down over his length. Axel felt his shaft flexing, felt his balls tighten, but no matter how close he got, the machine was operating too slowly to let him crest the edge.

Afternoon turned to evening, turned to night, as the message of the program was hammered deep into his subconscious with each turn of the spiral and each pump of his shaft. To be part of the frat, he had to give up control of his sex life to his new brothers. They would dictate when he could cum. When he could fuck. Who he could fuck (which would mostly be his fellow brothers). And in turn he would help control them and ensure their obedience to the system.

At some point, the milker had been sped up. He should have orgasmed then, but he had accepted his programming deeply. He knew he couldn't cum unless his brothers permitted it. And he hadn't been told to cum, so he didn't, no matter how long he rode the edge of ecstasy. He shivered in his seat. His shaft was begging for a release that he would no longer grant it.

Sometime around midnight one of the brothers came in and snapped his fingers by Axel's ear. "Cum," he was told, and cum he did, spurting a massive load into the waiting receptacle of the milker. He had passed the final test. The brother clapped him on the back, undid his bonds, and welcomed him in to the fraternity.