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The world was spinning as Lucas looked around at the group of soccer jocks gathered in the dark, candle lit locker room. They had the muscular brown jackass on the floor between two wooden benches, a row of lockers on either side. He was bound at his equine ankles by a spreader bar and his wrists were bound together by steel bracers. Wearing only his light blue and white soccer socks up to his knees and his white jock strap with the light blue crotch, the rest of his body was exposed to the smirking onlookers. They all wore the same socks and the areas around they had blue circles painted around their nipples and their eyes.

They were the crowd the ass' father told him he should definitely get involved with in college. They were the crowd his old man had grouped up with, well respected, do anything you can to get into that crowd! Little did his old man know that the crowd had changed since his years in college. His head still hazy from the drugs they gave him, Lucas watched with a stupid grin as Miller, the head soccer jock showed the waver the ass signed to the rest of the crowd.

Lucas watched as the lion walked behind him, squatting down to match his level on the floor. The ass' stomach suddenly growled, loudly. He hadn't eaten since they told him not to the day before. "Hungry, Lucas?" the jock with the short brown mane asked.

Feeling like he was getting more lost, Lucas couldn't help but answer truthfully, heavily nodding his head, "Heh...yeah!"

"That's good, because for your initiation, you're gonna have to eat A LOT of balls!"

As the first jock stepped forward, Lucas' heart began to pound right away when Miller grabbed him roughly by the back of his head and the jaw. Breathing in a panic, he clenched his eyes as the lion painfully pinched his jaw, forcing him to open his long horse like snout. He could taste the musk lingering in the air as it hovered off the German shepherd's furry brown sac, its fur damp with sweat. His eyes darted back and forth between the hanging sac in front of him and the crowd of jocks all around. The drugs rushing through his body were throwing his anxieties into overdrive. "Oh god...what if I don't do this! They'll never accept me if I don't!" he thought to himself.

After a long moment of pondering what to do, Lucas leaned forward with the aid of Miller's forceful paw on the back of his head. Sticking out his long, thick tongue, the jackass tried to keep his eyes tightly shut when he felt the fur on the male's sac brush against the pink length, its salty taste overwhelming his senses. Even though he couldn't see the male's face in the shadows, he could hear the dog moan. Then he felt another squeeze to his jaw, "Stop fucking around! Wash his nuts with that tongue!" the lion growled.

Lucas lightly breighed in retort before he forced himself to gargle on the dog's sac, opening his mouth even further until at least one of the shepherd's heavy balls and half his sac was milked by the ass. "Oh yeah!" Lucas gave a muffled cry as the lion's paw was switched with one of the dog's, his face further pressed into the jock's sweaty crotch until Lucas felt something warm and wet slap him on the forehead.

The ass continued to slurp on sweat dog sac as he opened his eyes. Exhaling and lowering his brown orbs in embarrassment, Lucas watched as the dog jerked his thick length over the donkey's forehead, giving him a tap with the tip of his red pointy prick every now and then. He could feel the dog stroking at the back of his head, "Oh yeah...more tongue!" It may have been the drugs, but as Lucas stopped the milking of the jock's sac and looked up at the shadowy figure of the dog, he felt himself very willing to do as he was told. Sliding his thick leathery lips back and forth between each nut, Lucas greedily took it into his mouth, lusciously rolling the fleshy orb around with his tongue. "Oh fuck...!" He looked up to see the jock start to furiously pump his cock, fondling his growing knot with his padded thumb while stroking with his fingertips.

As the dog's sac was pulled from his mouth with a slurping pop, Lucas felt Miller grab at the back of his jaw again, forcing his snout open wide. Normally the ass would have been freaking out about a guy aiming his twitching cock towards his open mouth, but Lucas was so lost in a haze he couldn't care. "UNGH! UUUNNGGH! UNGH!" He heard the dog's grunts before the jock shuffled forward, squirting fresh, hot jizz all along the hazed ass' tongue and down the back of his throat. Lucas whimpered, pathetically trying to move his head, but in the end, all he could do was take the abuse, forced to swirl the salty cum around in his mouth.

He wasn't allowed any breaks, there were still three other males to service. Right away he was thrust into the sweaty crotch of a horse, his nostrils filled with the rich stink of body odor. He was willing to open his mouth and try to get it over with faster, but the horse had other ideas. "Yeah, worked up a nice sweat today, just for you ball boy!" Lucas grunted and groaned as his face was smeared in the horse's crotch, caked in the buildup of sweat. To catch the ass off guard, Lucas suddenly found an apple sized nut shoved to the back of his mouth, pushing back as far as it would go.

Lucas gave off muffled moans of discomfort, knowing what he had to do. Leaning his forehead into the base of the stud's cock, he lapped at the jock's leathery sac as the massive pink and black meat was stroked over his head. He gagged, feeling the male humping into his face. "Harder!" Lucas mphed as he sucked at the one ball just a little bit harder. He could hear the smacking sounds of the horse stroking his cock. "Harder!"

The horse groaned from the pain as Lucas was forced to almost bite into the twitching nut, making sounds as if they were sucking face. The soccer jock started to hump hard, flapping his lips. Lucas whimpered in his head, "Oh fuck...he's gonna cum!" The ass gagged as the cock was forced to the back of his throat; his snout fitting over the big, thick horse meat like it was a glove. Gagging noises were coming from him as they pushed at the back of his head. As thick, gooey horse cum was pumped into his stomach, he was suddenly pulled away and Lucas was quickly greeted with the familiar taste of alcohol.

That's what it was like for the next jock and the final jock after him. As a pair of heavy, sweaty bear balls was pulled from his mouth, Lucas gasped for air before he was given another drink. He collapsed on the floor, his throat sticky with cum and his body warm with alcohol. The world was a blur as the spreader bar was undone around his ankles and he was lifted up onto a wooden bench. He felt different sets of hands and paws holding him in place, his hooves hovering over his head.

They were all laughing at him, and for some reason, he couldn't help but give a drunken laugh back. "So Lucas, are you ready to be like everyone else?"

The ass' heart pounded with excitement. He was going to get to be like everyone else! "Yeah! I'm ready!"

The ass groaned, grabbing onto the bench with his still bound hands as they roughly man handled his sac after pulling down his jock strap. He moaned as different paws and hands fondled his aching sac, his leathery phallus cock head poking out of its sheath for the first time that night. Even when he was lost in his current haze, he was surprised he was getting excited from the treatment.

Then, as his hanging sac was tugged hard, one last time, he jumped when he felt the cold of sharp steel pulled against the stretchy, leathery skin. As the sting of metal cleanly sliced through his stretched sac, Lucas only felt a sharp pinch that sent waves throughout his body, never feeling the true pain as he was ruthlessly castrated. His hooves hit the tile floor, but the male holding half his now bleeding sac still had a firm grip on it. The jackass threw his head back, breighing loudly as his body betrayed him, switching out pain for pleasure as strands of pre from his tiny piss slit stuck to his belly. With one last sharp slice, "EEEeeeHAW!" Lucas reached out, grabbing onto the floor and the lockers around him as his cock spasm and twitched, spewing out its last tiny puddle of pre into his navel. Fondling his cock as it slowly went limp, the last words Lucas heard before he passed out was, "Welcome to the varsity team...Miller..."

Lucas muttered as he slowly closed his eyes, "Wh...wh...what...?"

Two years later, Lucas was in the locker room during the day time. He was at his locker, staring blankly down at his cock which was hanging out of its sheath. It was somewhere between half limp and half hard. It could get hard...but it would never be the same again. Now it looked more like a leathery hose as he lifted it up to stare at the pink scar which had formed in the place of his sac.

He then looked around at almost everyone else, everyone else who wasn't on the varsity team. They didn't dare look up. Yeah, he was like everyone else, everyone else who fell for that bullshit initiation. The reason they didn't fight back, was because like him, they signed their manhood away.

Then Lucas looked over at Miller, Dr. Miller soon, who was standing with his Varsity team initiates. The lion turned his head, giving Lucas that usual, mocking, twisted grin. He was going to graduate soon, moving on to becoming a fully fledged doctor, while Lucas still had two years. It didn't matter though, because Lucas was still sucking two balls every day after practice...