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This "Three word prompt" commission was written for Shakal. Their three words were "Cum Drinking Contest" and the story contains M/M sex between multiple consenting adults. :3

[center][b][u]To the Last Drop[/u][/b][/center]

At the start of the contest, it was all about skill. Cocks were still stiffening and few of the gathered observers were actively masturbating, still laughing and bashfully murmuring in disbelief and wonder that what until now they had presumed to be just a joke was actually happening. Thus, in order to get ahead it was all about talent. How agile your tongue could be. How soft and skilful your lips. How quickly you could manipulate a man into draining their balls into your muzzle in order to gain an advantage over your opponent. Needless to say, for that reason alone Owen felt immensely confident.

"Mnh-hhhahhhfuck... oh, h-holy Anubis! W-what the hell are you... oh! Oh [i]fuck![/i] C-cumming, I'm... mh-hhahhhhhhyessss... fuck! [i]Yes![/i]"

The white rabbit gave a muffled giggle as his hands massaged the heavy balls of the tiger standing with jeans around his knees before him, while the male's thick, eleven inch cock pumped thick ribbons of cum down the bunny's throat. Owen's eyes rolled back and his own cock strained between his legs, but he kept his hands firmly occupied with the feline male's balls no matter how hot it was to feel that cum warming his belly while the tiger's overwhelmed cries rang in his ears and so many pairs of eyes stared at them in surprise, in awe and most commonly in helpless lust.

Close by, he could hear another man grunting. His eyes darted away from the crotch humping at his muzzle to regard the wolf hungrily muzzle-fucking his opponent. The lithe cheetah had one hand on the lupine male's knot, but like an absolute amateur the other hand was stroking his own erection rather than seeing how it could further heighten the bliss of the stud seeking to grant him his own first point. Before Owen could waste any more time on critiquing his counterpart's technique though, his focus returned to his own efforts and with the tiger's offering just beginning to trail off down the back of his throat, the rabbit pulled back so that just a few inches of cock remained resting, throbbing on his tongue, and opened his muzzle to show off the final few strings of the sticky seed dribbling out.

"Confirmed. That's one nil to our reigning champ!"

The frat house's head RA cried out eagerly to the assembled party, and a series of cheers and whistles interspersed with a few longing groans rang out as Owen pursed his lips around the very tip of the tiger's cock and hungrily suckled the very last vestiges of cum from his first partner of the night. Soon the tiger pulled back and stumbled away, grinning and blushing as several other guys patted him on the back and complimented his spent but still rock hard erection while he slowly began to pull up his jeans. Owen however dropped forward onto his own hands and knees, and crawled towards his next target, a lean mouse even more of an obvious twink than the rabbit himself who had been watching Owen not just with longing, but almost envy at the rabbit's position.

"Bet you wish you could spend your evenings getting all the cock you could crave and then some, hmm?"

The rabbit moaned up at the stunned, crimson-cheeked mouse as he slid up in front of him and without waiting for so much as a moment began to unfasten the rodent's belt while still speaking to him. The mouse shuddered, squeaked, but nodded bashfully, and Owen grinned.

"Then cum for me, and watch how half the guys in this room suddenly realise that you're up for a good time just like them."

Swallowing up the mouse's five inches with ease, Owen pulled the cute guy's underwear all the way down to his ankles and wrapped his arms around the mouse's backside. He squeezed at the other man's buttocks, and heard the mouse squeal and start to hump uncontrollably at his muzzle as he slipped a finger between those cheeks and began to tease it just around the very outer limits of his new lover's pucker. From somewhere nearby a howl rang out, followed by a familiar voice...

"One all!"

...but with other hot guys all around them, watching not only Owen hard at work but seeing the mouse so helplessly surrender to the other twink's needs, it didn't take long before the rabbit took the lead once again.

"Goddamn that mouse is a cutie. If he squirms that much over a finger rubbing him, imagine what he'll do when my cock's buried ten inches deep in him."

Who said those words, murmured offhand but without any real effort to keep them quiet from somewhere in the assembled crowd, neither Owen nor his lover knew. The result however was instantaneous. A shrill squeak escaped the mouse, and this time Owen let the whole of the other twink's somewhat smaller load pool in his muzzle before drawing back, showing it off to the contest referee and the crowd, before hurriedly gulping it down and showing his then empty muzzle a second later.

A third load soon joined the second in streaking the back of the rabbit's throat, and to Owen's delight he was onto his fourth cock, a zebra whose eighteen inches of glorious manhood deserved far more time to worship and revere than the bunny actually had to give him, before he heard the grunts of his opponent's second partner succumbing to the cheetah's efforts. It was around that point however that the rabbit heard more moaning and gasping beginning to ring out around the room, and sure enough as he peered out of the corners of his eyes while the zebra grabbed his ears and began to plough his face with deliciously intense strokes, Owen saw the watching crowd starting to loosen up and really get into the swing of things. Clothes were cast aside and cocks pulled out, hands falling upon straining shafts and starting to self-stimulate while they watched the two twinks work.

From that point onward, the contest changed gears somewhat. It stopped being about how good you were at sucking cock, and started being how well you could identify a man who was about to blow his load. After the zebra, Owen guessed well twice to bring his total to six, but soon he found his muzzle wrapped around a panting, grinning dalmatian who leaned back in the chair he was sitting in and seemed happy just to slowly, leisurely indulge in Owen's frantic blowjob without any assistance to get himself to climax faster on his own part. He could hear the cheetah working hard to catch up all the while. He heard the feline male claim a fourth load with a mewling gurgle of triumph, then a fifth barely thirty seconds later. To Owen's horror the dalmatian still hadn't cum when the RA called out that it was a tie once again, and the rabbit cried out in embarrassed lust as in an act of thoroughly bad sportsmanship the cheetah playfully spanked his ass as he crawled past on the way to his next target.

When finally the dalmatian came, the size and surprisingly sweet taste of his load [i]almost[/i] making up for how long it had taken to get it, Owen found himself two points behind. Desperately his eyes darted around the crowd, but it was amongst it, not on the front lines, where his sharp ears caught a more strained and frantic moaning. He pushed between bodies eagerly offering their cocks up to him, and found amidst the ongoing party a trio of guys who either hadn't been able to get close enough to watch, or were so genuinely enthralled by one another that they really didn't care about the contest so much as this opportunity to express themselves to one another without restraint. They stood facing one another with cocks in hand, the heads of their erections rubbing together and spurting pre-cum across one another's cocks and trembling hands as they moaned and gasped. Much as they might have been eager to be with each other though, they seemed no less delighted when Owen cleared his throat and crawled up to them, guiding them into place around him so that all three cocks were being jerked off side by side towards his upturned and widely gaping muzzle. He cried out in lust, in elation and unabashedly to ensure that the RA was paying attention, and before long was rewarded as with their free hands wrapped around one another's shoulders and eyes darting between their trio of cocks, Owen's face and one another's own bashfully glowing features, the three friends let loose within ten seconds of one another and together almost filled Owen to overflowing despite his most eager attempts to gulp down every offered droplet.

On and on the contest went. Twelve points to eleven. Fifteen to sixteen. Twenty to twenty. The gathered and groaning groups of guys watching as they jerked themselves off grew smaller, and in the rest of the common room those who had already been drained sat and chatted and chilled out, half watching the contest to see who'd come out victorious and half just enjoying some time hanging out naked and semi-stiff with their frat bros. With every orgasm the scores rose faster and faster as those who remained unspent were driven closer to orgasm either by their own hands or by the sight of those around them being picked off one by one by the rabbit and cheetah, knowing that they'd soon be next. There were six unspent cocks left as Owen lurched from a panting fox to a growling lion who barely lasted ten seconds before spraying the roof of his muzzle. He heard a cry from somewhere else in the room, and for a moment almost dared to hope that someone might have lost control outside of the contest to further reduce his competitor's choices, but heard the deep purring of the cheetah as he gulped down yet another load.

It was twenty one to twenty one.

Twenty two to twenty two.

The twinks hungrily set upon the last two unspent observers in the room, and in almost perfect unison they heard those two men howl and whinny as their muzzles were painted with abundant ribbons of cum.

Huffing, gasping, panting the rabbit and cheetah turned their cum-filled muzzles towards the RA, and watched as he looked around the room in concern, then back at them with a somewhat bashful look upon his face.

"Uh... t-twenty three to twenty three..."

The hyena murmured, almost embarrassed to admit it.

"It's... it's a draw."

All around the room, eyes turned towards the RA and voices began to murmur. Face burning with embarrassment the RA pulled his phone out of the fanny-pack secured to one side of his metal chastity harness, a measure to ensure his own impartiality in proceedings, and pulled up the Fraternity rules for such contests to try and find out about a tie-breaker. Every person in the room was staring at him by the time he looked up again, and shook his head.

"We've never had a tie before. Never had it come so close that one even needed to be figured out. I... I'm sorry, guys, but... we might have to just scissors-paper-stone it."

From around the room there were several more murmurs and some grunts and groans of frustration. Even Owen and his opponent looked at one another with a frown, knowing full well that wasn't the way either one of them wanted to win. A moment later though, something caught the rabbit's eye. Hurriedly, he turned back to the RA.

"Hey, uh, can you read the rule about who can actually compete?"

The hyena raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

"Sure. Any pledged member of the Fraternity present of their own free will in the common room when a contest is begun may be approached and stimulated to climax by either of the competitors. Three warnings shall be given before the contest begins to ensure that anyone who does not wish to engage in oral sex is afforded ample opportunity to leave. The RA remains off limits to all parties, so that they may remain focused on keeping an accurate and fair scoring of the proceedings."

Owen's eyes twinkled.

"Thank you."

He nodded to the RA, before turning his gaze back to the cheetah who though he looked as frustrated as Owen himself was still panting and trembling at the same time, his hand still slowly stroking his cock, edging himself as he had been to keep himself supremely driven and worked up throughout the entire contest. The rabbit crawled towards the cheetah, his grin growing wider and wider as the other man looked at him with confusion. The cheetah mewled in confusion as Owen kissed him deeply, but was too horny, too worked up to deny his competitor's affectionate actions. He let himself be caught off guard, and more importantly off balance, and before the feline male knew it he was being tumbled over onto his back, with the whole room gasping in near perfect unison as they realised what Owen was doing.

"O-oohhgod!"

The cheetah mewled in dismay as he stared up at the RA, pleading for an intervention as Owen began to suck on his straining, desperately worked up cock without any restraint.

"I c-ca-aaahhh... [i]aaahhyesss![/i]"

He only lasted seconds, and as he unloaded deep into the rabbit's muzzle, the cheetah knew he was done for as he felt Owen gurgle not just in delight around his twenty-fourth muzzleful of cum, but in pleasure too. Between his legs Owen feverishly began to masturbate his own untouched erection at long last, and though he wasn't quite as close to the edge as the cheetah's teasing had gotten his opponent, the rush of feeling yet another load paint the back of his throat and of knowing that he had snatched victory once again was enough combined to propel him over the edge.

With a gurgling cry around the cheetah's spurting, twitching cock Owen streaked the common room floor with cum before his opponent was in any fit state to try and re-secure his potential draw by feeding on him in return. Still trembling, still gasping and lashing the floor with thick strands of cum Owen soon pulled back from the spent, limp and defeated form of his competitor, and even in the lingering throes of his own orgasm struggled to rise to his feet. Turning shakily on the spot, Owen showed off his muzzleful of cum to not just the RA but everyone in the room, and as a final stunned but eager cry rang out from the hyena's own maw...

"T-twenty four to twenty three! Our defending champion retains the title and his ownership of the Fraternity master bedroom!"

...he gulped down that rich, salty load amidst the whooping and cheering of all the other frat bros present.

Soon he was engulfed by bodies. By strong studs and stallions embracing him and offering their companionship for the night to celebrate his continued control of the fraternity's most spacious and well equipped suite, and twinks giggling and blushing as they whispered their own congratulations and hopes that they could share a night with him one day not just to enjoy themselves, but to learn how to handle a cock like him.

Grateful as he was for their praise though, Owen turned down each and every offer he received for the night to come, and soon broke away from the cheering, chatting crowd to seek out one person in particular.

He found the cheetah sitting at the far end of the common room, sipping on a large glass of iced water and gently rubbing at the outside of his throat with the tips of a couple of fingers. The feline male blushed and bowed his head as Owen sat down on the seat across from him, but looked up again when a few moments later he felt something brush against one of his footpaws, and found a couple of Owen's toes playfully grazing and wiggling against his.

"You did amazing. No-one's taken me so close to the wire before."

The rabbit smiled warmly, sincerely to the cheetah, and grinned more broadly still when the cheetah blushed and smiled back.

"O-oh, thanks! I... it... i-it... I know this is gonna sound dumb, but... it was a real honour just to be able to compete with you."

Owen's own cheeks glowed at that kind comment, and his foot stroked the other man's toes more tenderly still.

"That's sweet of you to say, fresher. But... you don't have to have [i]just[/i] competed with me, y'know."

The cheetah's eyes widened. Owen licked his lips, and winked at the younger guy.

"I'm a senior. I'm gonna be moving on after this year, and... I'd hate to leave without having trained up a promising new talent, like my mentor trained me before he graduated."

The feline twink's eyes got wider, while Owen's grin increased likewise.

"We could start tonight. You've got raw talent, and I'd [i]love[/i] to see what you can do with it... not to mention with more than just your muzzle."

With a strained whimper, the freshman nodded eagerly, only to freeze as Owen playfully added one last thing.

"Of course, there is one condition before you can spend the night in the suite with me. One more thing I need you to do."

The cheetah swallowed thickly, but took a deep breath, squeezed his hands tightly together by his sides, and nodded.

"A-anything. Please, just... just name it."

Owen snorted with laughter, but waved a playful hand at the cheetah when the other man looked at him in surprise and slight embarrassment.

"Sorry, it's just... well, that's kinda what I need from you. Before we can spend a night together in the suite, wanna tell me your name, fresher?"

A soft gasp escaped the feline freshman, and he giggled and nodded as at long last his body seemed to loosen up, and his toes began to wiggle playfully back against Owen's own.

"O-oh, right. I'm Simon."

Own beamed.

"Hey, Simon. I'm Owen."

He leaned forward, and extended a hand towards the cheetah with whom he was still playing footsie. Simon blushed, giggled yet again, and took it warmly as the rabbit continued to address him.

"...and tonight, Simon? Tonight, just like my mentor said to me on the first night I spent with [i]him[/i] in the master bedroom, your one job is to make me scream your name so loud and so often, that no other member of the fraternity will ever, [i]ever[/i] forget it."

By Jeeves

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