{"sf1_id":561182,"sf2_id":"Xnr7xz71","title":"Beta Decay: introduction-- Reaction","author":"fenix_rae","words":1543,"posted_at":"2013-07-09T07:47:00.000Z","tags":["Alcohol","Bareback","Drugs","Gay","M/M","Mischeivious","Party","Rape","Wolf","fraternity","psychotic","tequila"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/561182-beta-decay-introduction-reaction","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xnr7xz71","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d7/23/d723a3ad-e69a-460e-a407-1b16d6491ea7","description":"#1 of Beta Decay\n\nI hope you liked this. Please write me in the comments if I should continue the story. Tell me what you think =]","content":"You can call me Thor.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI never thought much about how death would  \nhappen.\u0026nbsp; I had some romantic thought  \nabout the whole escapade; I believed that when I died, I would have a flash of  \nmy whole life. I thought that being struck by lightning was practically  \nimpossible. I thought that I'd had better odds in the lottery, and, as it  \nturned out, I should have played more numbers. I would have picked 2-3-2 for  \nthe daily three if I had the opportunity. Sadly, Zeus rained his fury upon me  \nwhile I was walking, alone, to the car. What's even more ironic is that I have  \nthe nickname of the Norse lightning god. I don't even remember a cloud in the  \nsky. My end made for a good story, didn't it? \"Young Grey Wolf Struck by  \nLightning!\" made for a good headline. But all I remember is the flash, and  \nblack; I didn't hear the thunder.\n\nAs good of a story as my end was, I should  \nprobably start at the beginning.\n\n====================================================================================================\n\nDecember 31, 21:23:76 --Radiation stable, alpha decay nonexistent.\n\nI feel my heart racing. The X I just ate is kicking in.\u0026nbsp; Across the room, 2 meters, I see him. Target acquired. The party is really kicking in. I see the fray boys kicking in the new keg, apparently the Zeta Tau Omega girls\u0026nbsp; hoes can really drink. Not that I care, I'm stalking the jock-y wolf, black, name arbitrary. He throws his pong ball in the center cup, I sip a chardonnay wine. I lick my tooth in my mouth, biding my time. The game finishes before too long; it seems as if the jock-y, nameless wolf is good at beer pong, I bet he likes shots.\u0026nbsp; Three shots of tequila from my flask should do it if I mix the rest of my X in it. I don't need it. I'll need my wits about me.\u0026nbsp; I can feel the blood pumping into my  \nhead. My head is spinning a little. My urge to dance must be overcome.\u0026nbsp; He shakes hands with some guys and goes to smoke a cigarette. While I await his return I head to the bathroom, use it, wash my paws, and mix the X in the flask.\u0026nbsp;He needs a shot of water before he goes upstairs with me, or his mouth will be dry, and no one likes a dry Blow job.\u0026nbsp;I head to the kitchen and open the fridge, lucky there's a bottle that I can pocket. As I walk back to the living-room, he walks in the front door  \nentering the living room. Pounce.\n\n\u0026nbsp;===================================================================================================\n\n\"So. . . dude, you up for a game of quarters?\"  \nI put on my masculine voice. I don't give too much away. For my plan to work, I  \nwill need to pay close attention to his body language. He puts his hand on his  \nhip for a minute, and it looks like a good sign.\n\n\"With you? I d-don' think that's such a good  \nidear.\" He lowered his eyes at me, 'I don' much like playen with queers. . . .\"  \nhis attitude shifted inward, he's not done talking this.\n\n\"Oh, are you scared? Do you think I could  \npossibly beat you?\" I could of course. But, I want him to drink. I could  \npinpoint the exact distance and drop and calculate the flight-path with little  \neffort.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Scared?!\" he man chuckled as if I was not  \nthreat; it was cute, how very straight he is. \"I'm never scared-a drinkin'.\" He  \nsmiled. His charm was nice, I could see how he tricked so many irrelevant  \nfemales into intercourse.\n\n\"So you're in then?\" I smiled, but only  \nslightly to compliment his charm. He nodded and gestured to pour; I obliged,  \nand I poured the three shots into a cup. \"One triple shot good, winner take  \nall?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe again nodded. I stopped listening and  \nstarted playing quarters, anything he said at this point was irrelevant as long  \nhe drank what was in the cup. As good as he was at beer pong, it shouldn't take  \nhim long to drop this quarter in a cup. He went, missed, and cursed. I went,  \nmissed, and cursed. He went, missed, and cursed. I went, missed, cursed, and  \nthen reassured him by saying five simple words: \"Shit! You got this.\" He  \ngrabbed the quarter and sinks it, snatches the cup, and chugs. Ten minutes.  \nMusic. Fifteen minutes, he tells me his secret dreams about petting males, or  \nsomething. I ask him if we can talk privately, he responds in the affirmative.  \n30 minutes the X is setting in good for both of us, his pupils dilate and I run  \nmy paw on his belly. He aggressively grabs me and throws me on bottom, then  \nwe're muzzle to muzzle.\n\nI look into his eyes and grab him back and  \nthrow him on bottom, 45 minutes in, he passes out. I grab the camcorder from my  \nbackpack in the corner, and set it up. I record 10 minutes of me fucking the  \njock. My cock is hard and warm, I throw some water on his asshole, I spit on  \nit, and shove my cock in him. If someone was to pull me out of him, they would  \nhave been crowned the The Honorable, The Merciful, The Lord King of England.  \nWhen I'm done I cum on his face, take the silver sharpie out of my backpack and  \ncolor his fur a bright metallic with the words, \"I took it like a bitch.\" I then  \ntake out my wallet, and leave 20 dollars. I write on the bill:\n\n\u0026nbsp;========================================\n\nI only left you 20 because you ate the last of  \nmy X. I also came on your face, take a shower.\n\n========================================\n\nI don't sign the bill, but I put a notch in  \nhis bedpost. He has a quite a few, but my notch was a big one. He'll notice it  \nwhen he wakes up tomorrow afternoon. I pour the water on his crotch so he  \nthinks he pissed himself, and walk out of the party. I don't talk to any of the  \nother party guests, I get in my car and drive. I didn't drink much but a sip of  \nchardonnay so he would see me drinking, so I'm attentive at the driving. Before  \nI know it I'm upstairs in my meager apartment, sitting in the living-room,  \nalone watching the ball drop in New York. I go to my room, paw myself off, and  \ngo to bed. It's time for a new year.\n\n==================================================================\n\nJanuary 23, 15:15:20 Radioactive Stable, Beta  \nDecay Minimal\n\nLunch with Axel. He doesn't know I fucked his  \nfrat brother at the New Year's Party, description: mouse, punk, 6'11/3\".  \nBlue-grey. Informant. I met him here to discuss upcoming parties. I'm Horny.  \nLooking for target. Don't care who, but not Axel. I need Axel as a pawn, for  \nnow.\n\n====================================================================\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So Axel, when's the next party, bro?\" I keep  \nmy man voice for this cover.\n\n\"Oh! We're working on spring rush, If you  \nliked that party you should come out and rush, we're partying all week!\" He  \nsqueaked out excitedly.\n\nI was unsure of how to react to this. I could  \ndo that, but what if Name Arbitrary remembered me? It was worth the gamble, if  \nhe remembered me he wouldn't tell anyone I raped his asshole on New Year's Eve,  \nand if he didn't remember it, I may be able to travel that tight road again.  \nI'm a very simple wolf. I know when the prey is ready and when to strike. I  \nknow when to hold my cards, and I know when to go all in, and I rather like  \nbeing all in.\n\n\"Do you really think I have what it takes?\"  \nIt's a stupid question. I, out of any boy from any other potential pledge  \nclass, would have what it took. But I also know that frat boys are prideful,  \nand arrogant. They were given most things as children they wanted. Their  \nparents have bought them cars, and trophies, beer, and friends. If you humble  \nyourself before them, only slightly, they will fold and give you anything you  \nwant. They like being the life of the party, even if the party is life.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Of course you do!\" He pulled out a half sheet  \nof cardstock, and he handed it to me.\n\n============================================================\n\nYou Are Cordially Invited to Join the  \nBrotherhood\n\nOf\n\nTheta Beta Alpha  \nDelta Iota Chapter\n\nThorium \"Thor\" B. Decay\n\nPlease join us February 1st for pledge class  \nSigma Omicron initiation\n\nSigned: Rian O. Beauregard , Prytanis\n\n=============================================================\n\nI stared at the invitation. I wondered how  \nmany others have been printed.\u0026nbsp; I look up  \nto axel, who is staring quietly at me waiting for a response.\n\n\"Well?\" He asked me while raising his eyebrow  \nslightly, and grinning.\n\n\"Okay. I'll do it. I'll be there.\" I said to  \nhim.\n\n\"Then, I'll see you there.\"\n\nI finish my classes for the day and head home.  \nI light two candles, turn the lights off, and watch myself rape a frat boy on  \nloop, pawing off, laughing, and getting excited for the sequel. This one will  \nbe better than the original.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI fall asleep and dream up a new plan.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Beta Decay","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/567717-beta-decay-into-the-spider-s-web.json"}}