House of Hunters
A commission for StragledDragons
"You nervous, Paul?" the muscular raptor asked his meeker companion.
"N-no. I can do this" the freshman responded, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he stood in the large empty hall that served as a private gym at the top of the frat house.
His friend, Simon, was a dark-skinned raptor that had befriended Paul in the library a week ago, had invited him to rush a local chapter of the dino-centric fraternity. Today was meant to be their initiation. Both raptors stood alone in the dimly lit room - Simon wearing just a t-shirt and tracksuit pants while Paul was in his half-dirty jeans and hoody. Paul was trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice, trying to keep himself from fidgeting, as his nerves slowly built while they waited.
Just as Paul turned to say something, the door at the end of the room opened and a large muscle-clad raptor walked in with his arms crossed.
"Listen up, grubs. Here's how it works. Either you walk out that door behind you and never bother us again, or you accept that your lives belong to this house now. If you ain't ready to give yourselves to Delta-Io, you better leave.
"Anyone that wants to donate themselves to the fraternity, step forward and receive your shackles."
Paul watched as Simon walked towards the raptor, his faces set in a determined expression without a shred of nerves or fear. The frat-house leader turned the dark-skinned raptor around and tied his wrists together before placing a white blindfold over his eyes.
"You can do this, Paul."
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Paul walked over to stand beside his now blindfolded friend. He tried to keep his tail still, forcing it to stop twitching as his body instinctively tried to flee the scary situation he was in, his toe-claws clicking on the hardwood floor. He flinched as the muscular raptor grabbed his arms and bound them - tightly. The blindfold was then applied, cutting off his vision. He could hear the larger dino back away and leave the room, the unmistakable sound of a door opening before he announced: "We'll begin soon. From now on, you will not talk, will not complain, and will not remove anything we put on you. I'll see you boys in a while"
Paul stood, trying to keep his breathing regular and trying to slow down his racing heart. He was still amazed (and terrified) he was doing this. If it wasn't for Simon talking him into it, he never would have pledged for the frat or showed up to their secret initiation. He wondered how long he would be here. The sun had set over an hour ago, and the campus around the frat house had been deserted when he and Simon walked up to it - partly because it was at the edge of the college campus, but Paul was still surprised no one was sitting on the grass or walking on the paths out here.
Simon carefully slipped his hand out of the loose binding on his wrists and took off the blindfold over his eyes. He knew he had to be absolutely silent. This was his big day, his final test - and he wasn't about to let a skinny weakling ruin his one chance.
Curling his toes back to keep his claws off the hard wooden floor, and holding his breath in to stay quiet, he slowly walked behind the still blindfolded raptor, holding the strip of cloth in both hands and lowering it over the raptor's snout. In one quick movement, before Paul could yell or struggle, Simon bound the raptor's jaws shut with the cloth, secured it with a strong knot and grabbed the raptor's arms. By pulling up on Paul's wrists, Simon was able to lever him forward - pushing him and forcing him to walk forward until he struck one of the heavy table-tennis tables along one wall. The thin raptor grunted out as his stomach impacted the hard surface - knocking the air out of him and causing his chest and chin to smack painfully onto the board.
Paul started crying out, tossing his head and trying to kick out at the stranger that had slammed him painfully into the table, but the blindfold stopped him from defending himself properly and the binding on his snout stopped his cries from travelling far. He kept trying to shout out Simon's name, hoping his friend was safe and wishing the stronger raptor would save him.
Paul froze as his pants were pulled down - quickly followed by his underwear. Soon after, he felt a horrible pain as a blunt object was pushed deep into his tense tail hole. He squealed as loud as he could through his clenched jaws, trying to thrash himself away from the source of his pain - but the strong arms pinning his shoulders to the table were too much for him to wiggle free of. The pain lanced inside him as the object was pushed deeper into his unwilling ass. His mind reeled in shock as he realised what was happening: He was being raped! He struggled harder, kicking out and lashing his tail, but just could not stop the punishment he was receiving and the violation he was being forced to endure. After a few more painful thrusts, he broke down crying - knowing that the same thing must be happening to his friend nearby.
The thick dick pounded away at Paul's ass, the dry grating of hard throbbing cock against the tight ass was slowly replaced by a smoother ride as the harsh treatment drew blood which started to lubricate the invading shaft. The rapist began to build momentum - thrusting deeper and faster, grunting and pushing harder and harder into the pinned raptor. Paul was temporarily blinded as the cloth over his eyes was pulled free, his tear-filled eyes quickly adjusting to the light as he stared up in shock at the raptor that was still pushing in and out of his ass.
"Sorry, Paulie. You didn't think you'd get accepted to a house like this, did you? A runt like you? Fuck no... I just needed you so I could get in. Every initiate needs to bring a 'virgin sacrifice', although normally they don't get a real sexless freak like you. Fuck, you're tight! Feels so good...
"I knew there was no way a meek little coward like you had ever gotten any action before, and your tight lil' ass is proof enough. Feels better than my lil' brother's! Hope you're enjoying this, Paulie; it's the only action you're likely to get in your life time. Don't worry, though. You won't be here much longer. Once the Prime gets back, and once I bust one inside you, we'll start the next phase. And then you'll get out of here. So just keep crying. You're cute with tears on your face."
Paul couldn't believe his best friend - his ONLY friend, really, since college had started - had betrayed him so completely. He could only look up into the raptor's evil smirk and cry, the pain in his bleeding ass forgotten as the man he had a crush on was only using him to get into a fraternity. He could hear Simon's breathing become quickening and quicker, the thrusting becoming more and more frantic until his betrayer roared in pleasure as he climaxed deep into Paul's ass. He felt sick as Simon bent down over him and started nuzzling against his neck. He was still crying when the Prime raptor re-entered and approached Simon.
"Brother, on this day you will become an honoured member of our order. Are you ready and willing to complete the rituals?"
"Yes, Brother Prime. Already the virgin lies ruined. I pledge to serve my brothers and honour this house, and to make the needed sacrifice" Simon said, tucking his now deflated cock back into his pants and buttoning his jeans closed.
"This sacrifice will bind you to our order. There is no returning from this path. Complete the ritual, or be damned yourself" the Prime said, throwing a thick plastic sheet onto the floor beside Simon.
Paul's eyes went wide as he noticed the sharp dagger the Prime then handed to Simon. He re-doubled his efforts to escape, and to scream. He managed to slip out of Simon's grip on his shoulders, pulling back from the table and almost regain his feet - but then everything spun as a loud banging rang through his head.
Simon brought the hilt of the dagger down hard on the struggling raptor's skull - stunning his victim for a short time. He threw the half-conscious raptor from the table onto the plastic-covered floor, causing him to land awkwardly on his back with his arms bound underneath him. Simon quickly straddled the squirming raptor, pressing his hips into the Paul's belly and using his body weight and knees to keep the raptor in place as the plastic crinkled beneath them.
"Sorry, Paulie. It'll be over soon" was the last thing the dark raptor said before raising the dagger and driving it into Paul's chest.
Paul's body convulsed as the sharp dagger tore through muscle and sinew before cutting into his heart. His mind exploded in agony, his body entering shock as he saw the dagger sticking out of his chest - none of the blade visible anymore. He managed to tear his gaze away from the fatal weapon and stared into Simon's eyes - the look of glee and pride evident on the muscular raptor's face. Paul lay there, his muscles beginning to hurt and his chest aflame with agony. One word kept repeating itself in his mind: Why?!, as he realised his heart was no longer beating. The world faded as his eyes clouded over, his body gasping for breath as blood seeped out around the blade in his chest.
Simon stared down at the dying raptor, watching his fear-filled eyes as they grew wider and the last few tears fell from them as a dark stain spread over his hoody from the site of the stab wound - the blood of the sacrifice quickly soaking into the thick fabric and causing it to stick to the dying raptor's trembling chest. He watched as Paul's body spasmed in the throes of death, how his eyes lost focus and then seemed to dull as death claimed him. He pulled out the dagger, unleashing a torrent of rich dark blood, before licking it clean and returning it to the Prime.
"Congratulations, Brother Simon. Your sacrifice has been accepted, and you will join our ranks forever more."
"Thank you, Prime. It is my duty to serve the house."
"And you will... tell me, which part do you prefer?"
"Oh... any meat will do. Not often I get to eat carnivore though"
"You'll get used to it. We only get a few successful applicants a year, but we make sure to use as much as possible. Gather him up in the plastic before he bleeds onto the floor, then carry him to the kitchens. You'll get to take your share first, but don't get too greedy"
Simon pulled the plastic sheet around Paul's still-warm corpse, taking care to stop the blood running over the edge. He knew how hard it was to get blood out of wooden floors, and as the newest member he would be the whipping boy for the frat house for a few months. He didn't want to start by having to sand and re-varnish the gym.