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Angus decided that he didn't like Jared the second week of Senior year. When Angus--currently the school's dingo star kicker--had walked into their dorm room, the bat had a rabbit bent over his bed, fucking her. There had been no typical sock on the door, no notice or text or 'stay out' sign of any kind. And as the bat turned and looked at him, his mildly-vulpine face twisting into a smirk, that Angus had realized that Jared had wanted to be caught.

The bat stopped moving his hips--the rabbit's moans dying away as she realized that there were more than two of them in the room--then he put his hand on the small of her back when she squeaked slightly and tried to pull away. "Relax," Jared had told her, turning to look at Angus.

"You want her muzzle?" he asked.

Angus's ear flicked a little. "I... uh..."

"J-jared!" the rabbit squeaked.

The bat frowned down at her. "Hey, relax. He's a friend of mine. You can blow him. I don't care." Jared turned back to Angus. "Do you?"

Angus shook his head awkwardly, frowning a little. Jared shrugged.

"Suit yourself."

And without another word, he went back to fucking the rabbit, whose face was quite mortified by this point. Angus pulled the door closed as her moans started again, not nearly as interested as they had been moments before. Stepping back from the door, he frowned at it, and decided then that he'd found the subject for his final project.

***

Angus leaned back in his computer chair, frowning slightly at the screen as he knocked up the tone just a little bit higher. It was going to be tricky to get it at the perfect range, but he was certain that he could. Bats did, after all, have excellent hearing, and Jared's particular species could detect even higher ranges than canines could. He put the tones in the forefront of the recordings he'd made, then sat back and started typing up the rest of the program.

He heard Jared coming back from practice at the usual time, the bat having been recruited for the basketball team due to some unique skills with his feet, and quietly turned it on, turning down the speakers and watching as the other walked in.

Almost instantly, Jared frowned. "The fuck is that noise?"

Angus looked at him, frowning, then tilted his head. "Oh. I can just barely hear it. I think my speakers must be going out..." he said. The lie was easy. Practiced.

Jared sighed. "God. Get a new set. That shit is going to drive me nuts," he said, flopping down on the bed and sighing.

Angus nodded. "Sure," he said dismissively. "I'll pick up a new set as soon as my paycheck comes in at the end of the month."

Jared groaned, but he didn't complain. In spite of his attitude, he wasn't a horrible roommate. Angus smiled and relaxed. The bat could hear it. Angus couldn't. No cross contamination was possible. He grinned as he quickly typed up the sequence, then dropped the last of the programs into the media center before locking his computer. Letting them run.

***

It was a week before Angus started to notice the first signs that it was working. The Friday, when the bat would normally have gone out and found some poor girl to seduce back to his room, he instead stayed in and studied, something that he'd never done before. Angus couldn't help but grin as he watched him flipping through the text book...

It worked with simple things, then. Motivational points. When the bat quit studying at exactly nine that night and went to the gym, the dingo had smiled and made a few more notes. It was helping with scheduling and maintaining a nice, regular pattern. He was watching his wrist watch with no small amount of trepidation when the door opened at ten-thirty, and the bat walked through, already showered and changed. With a grin, Angus nodded to him. Jared frowned a little, then went to his bed, stretching out and reaching for his books to study.

Angus laughed a little, then went to his computer, sitting down and pulling up the media player. He had all the information he needed. It would be a breeze to pass his class with the data... And he'd even have you sign off on the experiment, since he'd... well. It wasn't exactly ethical, but you'd do it when he asked. That was, after all, part of the programming.

He was licking over his lips, turning and watching the bat, lying chest down on his bed. Jared's rump was in the air slightly, short tail twitching from time to time. And the dingo wondered... Just how far could he take this?

He frowned at the thought, then turned back to the computer, typing up his report for his project to turn in at the next lab, trying to ignore the twitching feeling at the base of his cock.

How far could he take this?

***

Jared's grades had improved, his work on the team had gotten much better, and he was toning up nicely. The previously lithe bat was becoming more chiseled, his muscles more clearly defined and outlined under his fur. He was focused, clear minded, and felt relaxed most of the time. The fact that he'd not fucked anything in a month, though, was starting to get to him, though not in the obvious way it might have before.

Instead of losing confidence in himself or getting angry, he just got... oddly frustrated at times. It wasn't something he could explain, but after practice, his tail would be riding a little higher. When he saw certain males--wolves, most dogs, or coyotes--he felt a tightness in his chest and an odd tingling in his legs. It was... confusing, to say the least.

Probably not as confusing for him as it was for the girls whose calls he was ignoring left and right.

In fact, the only person not confused by the whole situation seemed to be his roommate, Angus, who had been talking to him about it lately, mentioning that he should consider running or competitive flying or something. A way to take his mind off of... whatever it was that was on it. Whatever it was.

It was so strange. Whenever he tried to focus, to figure out what he was thinking, the thought slipped away from him. In the end, he just grabbed the jock strap off the floor--the one he'd been sleeping in all week--and pulled it up his legs, moaning softly and ignoring the erection that tented it slightly. After all, it was too big for him. It wasn't his.

Whose was it?

It didn't matter. It felt good wearing it. A lot of things felt good.

***

Angus was having a hard time containing himself as he watched the bat, for the fifth day in a row, slip into the dingo's underwear and moan himself to sleep, panting softly in need. It was becoming easier and easier for him to toy with the bat. Manipulate him. As soon as the bat entered the dorm room nowdays, he was starting to go under. The tones were becoming more and more integrated. More clear. Easier to use.

He loaded up the next stage of things. Pavlovian responses, keyed to specific tones. It would be easy at this point. Child's play, really. And he was having a hard time not cackling at the concept. The same bat who had embarrassed and shamed a girl at the beginning of the semester, just to make himself feel better, was going to be on the receiving end from now on. Literally.

The dingo loaded up the tones, then started them, running through the series of frequencies and grinning as he turned and watched the bat--No, HIS bat--twitching and moaning under the covers. He unzipped his pants, fished out his cock, and beat off for the fifth time the week, grinning the entire time.

***

Jared smiled as he woke up, stretching himself out and grinning as he stepped out of bed, reaching down and pushing off the jockstrap, pressing it to his muzzle and breathing in the scent deeply. It was his favorite way to start the day, after all.

He set it down next to his bed, smiled at it reverently for a few moments ~Master's Musk~ as thoughts flitted through his head for a moment, then vanished. He shook his head, rubbed his eyes, then went over to get dressed.

He pushed aside the boxers and pulled out the thong from the bottom, which was more comfortable for him and made playing basketball even easier. He pulled it up, then patted his bulge a little bit. ~My cock is not important.~ He nodded a little, then stretched and pulled out a pair of tight jeans and a bright, green shirt, wearing both and then getting his books together for class.

Before he left, he made sure to set out breakfast. Angus would appreciate that. Angus always appreciated when he did nice things for him. He liked doing nice things for Angus. Angus appreciated them.

He nodded a bit, then smiled and went to the door. He waved at a few friends, then went to his first class, listening carefully and taking excellent notes. After the class ended, he gathered his things, then went to the bathroom, entering the stall and sitting down on the toilet before pulling out his phone.

He flipped it to a video that he was certain was the last game he'd played and watched it. As he did, he felt his cock thickening and his tail rising. It didn't distract him, though, because he remember ~My cock is not important~. He turned off the video, then put it back in his pocket. It was the last game he was in. Oh course it was. The embarrassed face of the cat in the at the sink as he washed his hands was just strange.

He went to his next class, then went back to the dorm room. It was time to study, which meant he needed all his study aids. Pens, paper, his text books, and his butt plug.

He didn't know how he focused before he had it. It made things so much more clear. He stripped entirely nude, then lubed it and pushed it into his body. It made his penis grow erect, but he remembered ~My cock is not important.~ He smiled and relaxed for a few minutes with it in, waiting for his erection to fade, then laid down on the bed, studying his work carefully.

He was still studying when Angus walked in, turning and waving at the dingo for a moment before going back to his books. Studying was important. It was the most important thing. Then basketball. Then Master. But Master understood.

Who was Master?

He was sure he'd find out soon.

***

Angus was having a harder and harder time restraining himself each day when he came home to the bat, sitting with his plugged ass up on the bed, reading his books intently. He knew he could simply walk over, pull the plug out, and fuck him. He was almost certain that it wouldn't break the trance now. But...

He sighed and licked his lips. This was an experiment. He knew that. If it wasn't just an experiment with a willing partner--he did have the forms to prove that now, also--then it was incredibly unethical.

Turning someone into a fucktoy was unethical. Extremely.

But hadn't he already pushed his ethics pretty far? Practically broken them. It wouldn't be... so awful, would it? He was guaranteeing the bat a great job after graduation. Hell, maybe even a professional basketball career, with the way he was improving still...

He shifted a little on his bed, watching him, reaching down and undoing the zipper on his jeans, rubbing his already hard cock.

"Hey, Jared," he said. "What do you think of my dick?"

The bat glanced over. "It's... fucking amazing. One of the best I've ever seen. I love canine dicks most of all, and yours is the perfect length for fucking my asshole."

Angus had to take his paw away from his cock and close his eyes for a moment to keep from blowing his load.

"And yours?"

"It's not important. Never has been," the bat said, smiling.

Angus took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He reached over for his phone, going down to the list of tracks in the folder marked 'Bat'. He played number five.

Jared stopped for a moment, his ear twitching, then looked over at Angus. "Hey, Angus. Listen. I know we're roommates and all, but I've really been wanting to suck a cock. Do you mind if I practice on you?"

Angus licked his lips, spreading his legs invitingly. "I don't mind at all."

***

The guys in the locker room had laughed when they first saw the sheath cage on Jared's dick, but the bat had just smirked. "Laugh all you want, but I've not cum in a few weeks. And my average just keeps going up. Close to twenty points per game since the beginning of the season. I think I can reach forty before the end of the year. Let's see who's laughing when I'm the one signing the contract for forty million."

The fact that he actually was excelling was just making it worse for the other players, and a few days later, a tiger who'd been lagging behind in points had come in wearing one too. Then a wolf. Then a cheetah. It turned into a fashion trend.

He'd gotten much better at studying as well. What used to take him five or six hours was now taking him just three, at the most. It gave him much more free time, which he occasionally spent in the gym, but usually spent hanging out with Angus, his extremely good friend.

Angus had been nice about helping him experiment. Jared was getting in touch with a different side of himself, and Angus had been the one that had helped him the most with that. Some days when Angus came back, Jared sucked his cock, and Angus never complained once. Other times, he just sat on his knees between Angus legs and licked his balls. He'd rimmed him, washed him, worshiped him... It was good discovering all this stuff about himself. Discovering how good it felt to make other people feel good.

It was a fairly big surprise when Jared realized just how good it felt. It felt amazing. Like his whole body was in a big, warm hug every time he felt Angus's cum splash on his face or his tongue. It had felt best when he'd taken it into his rump, after Angus had tied him. Thankfully, the dingo hadn't minded getting into a position where the bat could study once he was done.

Angus was thoughtful like that.

***

Angus watched the bat's back as he slid up and down the dingo's cock. Angus was grinning, watching as the bat tilted his head back, moaning and rocking faster and faster. Jared had come a long way, and Angus had come a lot of times along that way.

He ran his paw up the others back and down again, bringing a moan to Jared's lips. "Nnn... Thank you, Angus. Thank you for giving me permission to fuck myself on your cock..." The bat was practically whimpering now, the cage on his dick soaked with precum, dripping down his balls and onto the bed.

Thankfully, Jared took care of the messes as well.

As Angus grew close, his shoved his cock up hard against Jared's ass, and the bat's well trained rump easily took his knot. Jared instantly leaned back against Angus's chest, grinning as he felt the cum flowing into him.

"Your cum feels so good inside me, Angus," he murmured.

Angus smiled, basking in the afterglow and rubbing the bat's chest and stomach. "You know, Jared," he said, reaching for his phone and thumbing to track one before turning it on. "I bet you would look really good with your nipples pierced. And your belly button," he added. "It would look great on a chest like yours."

Jared smiled. "That's a great idea," he said automatically, grinning softly.

"And you should think about your tongue too," Angus added, licking his lips and imaging the piercings against his cock.

Jared nodded. "That's a great idea," he repeated.

Angus smiled. "You're a good bat bitch, aren't you Jared?"

"I'm a perfect, submissive fuck toy, worshiping all canines until I finally meet my Master," he said.

Angus's cock throbbed in Jared's ass, and his hand twitched, wanting to reach toward the drawer on his nightstand, get the collar out, and snap it around the bat's neck, play the tenth track on his phone, and fuck the bat senseless... But he didn't. Better to wait. Soon, there'd be no one who would even suspect anything. After all, Jared was turning on the 'fag' look pretty strongly. Soon, everyone would just see a dingo and a bat. Boyfriends. Not a Master and his Slave.

"Get some new clothes, too. Something pink. Maybe a rainbow on it," Angus muttered.

"That's a great idea..."

***

Graduation had felt like an eternity away at the beginning of the year, but it had come quickly. Jared grinned as he crossed the stage, cheers going up from all around the stadium. His was such an odd story for them, after all. Cum Laude graduate, the basket ball star who'd taken them to the championship and won it, and... gay.

In a southern town like this one, gay wasn't something that was easy to be, but Jared had made it safe for people who might otherwise never have come out to wear their sexuality with pride. He was a star player, brilliant student, and complete faggot. And he couldn't be happier.

He went back to his seat, settling down and cheering loudly as Angus had crossed the stage to get his diploma as well. The new plug in the bat's rump had been a gift from the dingo for winning the championship, and the bat couldn't have been happier. It was more important than the trophy, especially as Angus had insisted on sliding it in himself...

Jared blushed at the memory, smiling at his boyfriend as he went back to his seat. After the ceremony, he looked around for the other, then run and jumped, putting his wings around him and screeing delightedly. "We're done!" he said, grinning.

Angus smiled at him. "Almost," he said, smiling and scratching the bat's neck and ears.

Jared screed and laughed as Angus carried him from the stadium, a handful of people making catcalls as the bat blushed and splayed his ears cutely. But he couldn't deny how excited he was...

He was surprised when Angus took him to the campus medical building instead of the apartment they'd rented for after college, but that was fine. He was with Angus, so he didn't care. The otter watching the desk had gladly taken the fifty dollars to take an early lunch, and Angus quietly carried him into the back, smiling and laying him down on the examination table.

"I'm feeling kinky," the dingo explained.

Jared had laughed. "You don't have to explain a thing," he said, grinning and pulling off his gown, dropping it to the side and starting to strip, grinning.

As the nude bat leaned back on the table, chest and belly button glittering with the piercings he adored, the dingo grinned and pulled out the stirrups on the table, strapping Jared's legs in. The bat just laughed, putting his wings over his head.

"Gonna get these too?"

The dingo grinned, removed his belt, then used it to pin both of them in place, running his paw down Jared's chest. "Mmm... You look so hot, Jared," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.

Jared grinned. "Heh... I know," he said, licking his lips and shifting. "You gonna fuck me?" he asked, laughing.

"Soon," Angus said, pushing the button for the tenth track.

Jared's ear twitched and his smile faded as he lay on the table, opening he eyes and looking around, blinking and trying to move, only to find himself restrained. "Angus?" he said, looking up at the dingo for a moment, then testing the restraints again. "What the fuck?"

Angus smiled. "Try to concentrate, Jared. Concentrate on the last year. I know it's going to be hard," he said, grinning down at the bat. The original bat, in fact.

Jared blinked hard. "I.. what the fuck have I been doing?" he stammered, shaking his head. "What the... what the fuck have you been making me do!?" he shouted.

Angus smiled. "I've been making you study. Making you respect people. Making you work harder on your game. I've made you great, Jared."

"You made me suck your dick!"

Angus grinned. "That's the price you pay for greatness," he said, reaching under the bat to twist the plug a little, letting it brush against him. "You remember how good it felt, don't you?" he said, grinning and slowly pulling the plug out.

The bat huffed loudly as the feelings of pleasure started to leak back into his head. "W-what... what are you talking about?"

"How good it felt," he said. "To suck my cock. To ride it," he added.

The bat glared at him. "You made it felt good!"

"Of course I did," Angus said. "I always make my boys feel good."

Jared moaned softly as the toy finally popped free. Angus grinned, walking between the bats legs and undoing his pants, letting them fall slightly.

"S-stop this shit, Angus," Jared panted, feeling... overwhelmingly empty. Incomplete.

"Stop what?" Angus asked. "Look at yourself. You're in perfect shape. You've got a contract waiting for you to work at a Fortune 500, or a contract to play professional ball. I laid out the world for you, Jared."

"I... I don't..."

"Don't what? Don't want it now that you've got everything?" Angus said, snorting. "I didn't even ask much. Just a little pleasure from time to time," he said, his cock poking against Jared's ass.

The bat swallowed. "Y-you made me a faggot!"

"I made you great," Angus said, pushing his cock in.

Jared moaned, the programming starting to cement in place. "S-stop..."

"You keep asking for that, but you don't mean it," Angus said. "You want this, don't you?" he asked.

The bat moaned, his head rolling. He might have been shaking it or nodding. There was no way to know.

"Tell me what you want, Jared," Angus said, pulling his hips back and thrusting again.

"I... I want... I want..." He tried to say 'to be free.' But that wasn't what came out. "I want... Master," he murmured

Angus smiled. "And who is Master?" he asked. "You've known all this time, haven't you? Ever since you first got a good whiff of my musk. Who is Master?"

"Angus," Jared moaned, panting.

The dingo grinned, reaching into his sagging pocket and pulling out a bright, green collar. He leaned forward, pressing his cock into the bat's prostate as he slipped the collar around his neck. "Then I dub you... Jared. Master Angus's bitch," he said simply, leaning back and grabbing his hips, starting to thrust.

Jared moaned, thrashing slightly as he whimpered, feeling... so good. His body felt amazing. His future was so bright. Could he have done this alone? He might have... He... He... no... No, he knew better. He couldn't have done this without Angus. Without Master. He should be thankful. Grateful. Worshipful.

Each thrust of the dingo's cock brought his knot fuller, making the bat's moans louder and louder.

Angus's hips continued to roll as he grinned down at the bat. "What do you want, Jared? Basketball? A fortune? What? Tell Master what you want?"

Jared moaned. "To... to service Master's cock!" he stammered.

Angus's cock throbbed, and he shoved it forward, burying it in the bat's ass, tying him and unloading a thick, heavy load of his seed, continuing to fuck him in spite of it, fucking away the last vestiges of the 'bat who was' and leaving nothing behind but his thesis.

He grinned down at the bat, smiling and reaching for his phone, turning off the recording.

"That's my boy," he said, grinning down.

Jared smiled. "Thank you, Master," he murmured.

Angus grinned, tugging his cock slightly. "We need to hurry. You've got to accept your awards," he said, laughing softly.

Jared grinned. "I think I already have," he murmured.

Angus smiled. Life... was going to be good.