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“Well, who wants to spin the bottle next?” questioned the tanuki.

“I can!” said Ralph, the elephant’s eyes glowing with excitement for the game. He gave the bottle an overzealous spin, which led the bottle to topple off the table onto the thankfully carpeted ground. “haha, redo” blushed the elephant. The bottle spun, going in circles until… “Oh hey! Dyron, it looks like its you!” chimed the elephant.

The doberman rose an eyebrow at the elephant. “Ok, fine. Fitting that its you that’d pick me, dude.”

Ralph chuckled. “Enjoy!” he said singsongily.

Dyron got up from the Laz-y boy and came toward the cap filled with the different dares. Picking one up, he unfurled it and read it out: “Piss on the hydrant outside? The sun’s barely went down... The hydrant near the street, and we’re in the middle of a college town? Dude, there’s no way.”

Jambae chimed in. “C’mon pup, I believe in you!”

Dyron looked down and to the side. Warren could maybe make out a hint of a blush forming at the mention of the pet name. “Fine, but no making fun of me about this later, kapeesh?” he snapped.

“You have the frat’s promise,” announced Hesty. The dobie paused as if doubling back on the dare but ended up heading towards the door and putting on his boots. Jambae and Ralph were the first ones jumping up to follow Dyron. “Whoever wants to watch, we can all just crowd in the doorway”.

Eventually, everyone was on the porch (Benzo staying in the doorway, peeking out while hiding most of his body behind the frame), all gazing at the lone Doberman who was trying to look casual while shiftily looking left and right. The dobie was trying to find a good time with nobody by so he could start the act. Eventually, after a couple drunk girls passed by and were well down the sidewalk, Dyron put his back to the street and unzipped his fly. He fished his sheathe out of the confines of his underwear (Warren coulda sworn he saw a flash of pink underwear), and let his sheathed dick out proudly for the rest of the frat to see. A bright pink tip peeked out of the golden brown sheath, looking like a mouthful for anyone looking to suck on it all. Eventually, the stream of piss came to, spilling from the pink tip and arcing right on top of the hydrant.

“Mark it all pup!” Jambae proposed.

Dyron’s tip started dropping from his sheathe an inch or two as he started to aim his stream up and down the hydrant. A car passed by, causing Dyron to freeze up a bit and cinch his piss, but the group cheered him on to keep going. Dyron even got courageous enough to start walking around the hydrant to make sure the whole stop valve was completely coated in his fluid. Eventually the stream started waning and pewtering off. He shook his dick and put it back in his underwear. The rest of the group gave some celebratory “nice’s”, and everyone started shuffling back inside, with Jambae taking up the rear, waiting up for Dyron.

Warren took a quick glance behind him, and he saw Jambae reaching his hand up to scratch Dyron between the ears, whispering a “good pup” to him. Dyron’s ears moved to point back a bit, leaning into the head scritches, his hips doing a barely noticeable shake. Warren didn’t want to encroach on their moment and turned away, smiling from all the cuteness behind him. It was nice to see Dyron had a soft playful side to him.

When Hesty settled down on the middle seat of his couch, he wasted no time. “Next! Dyron why don’t you spin. Let’s have the last person to do the dare spin the bottle, that sound good?” Various sounds of agreement answered. “Sweet, Dyron, you’re up!”

The Doberman bent over, and spun the bottle, then returned to his spot, turning away from the still turning bottle. The bottle spun and spun slowly landing on… “Hey, its Dyron again!”

“Fuckin A, do I have to?”

Hesty smirked. “The bottle doesn’t lie Dyron! Let’s see you pick.”

Dyron let out a groan. He trudged over to pick from the hat “This is so unfair.” He muttered. Looking at the challenge, he stared at the challenge for a while. “Blindfolded… face sitting?”

Hesty took matters into his own hands. “Yup! You get a facesitting while blindfolded! So! Blindfold please! Benzo, could we use your shirt?”

“Yea, sure.” Replied the still naked ‘rilla, bending down and throwing his shirt to the cinnamon colored tanuki.

“C’mon Dyron, lay down on the table.” Dyron let out a small mutter of defeat while laying down. He soon found Benzo’s shirt being tied around his eyes, leaving his snout and mouth clear at the edge of the table, ready to be sat on. “So now, we’re all going to point to who should do the face sitting.” There were some votes for Egil, some for Benzo, but Ralph shook his finger insistently at Warren, and that got more and more fingers pointed toward Warren until it was unanimous. Warren looked at the group wide eyed and mouthed “What the fu…” Hesty got back to voicing instructions. “Now, to make sure Dyron doesn’t just use his ears to be able to guess who was pointed at, lets all get up and go to that side of the room, then the chosen person will expose his ass and sit on Dyron’s muzzle. If you get it wrong, then we’ll have the next bro sit on your face for you to guess, then the next and the next until you get it right. Sound good to everyone?” Everyone mumbled a yes. “Great, now the chosen person will come forward.”

Warren shuffled towards the blindfolded Doberman, not believing what he was about to do. Warren turned around, seeing all the bros looking at him expectantly. He reached for his shorts and pulled them down so they were still above his knees, exposing most everything to the group; his dangling balls underneath his thick sheathe with his tip poking out top. He reached an arm behind him to steady himself on the table, then started his descent, bending his knees till he felt Dyron’s wet nose on his taint. Warren held in a gasp. The Doberman took a couple of sniffs, his nose travelling up and down his crack. Suddenly, the nose shoved at Warren’s pucker, taking deep breaths. Warren tried suppressing his gasp again, but failed. Then, something happened that Warren didn’t expect. A tongue came out to lap at his crack, pushing against his hole, then slathering saliva up towards his taint. Then the tongue aimed for his hole again, giving it a lot of love and attention. Warren heard a small moan from under him surprising him. With every slurp Warren had to suppress a moan. He looked back to the audience, seeing how they were all intently staring and some sporting bulges in their pants (Benzo had a semi again).

Soon though, Warren saw Hesty motion that he should come towards the group. As Warren was getting up, he inadvertently smushed his ass onto Dyron’s muzzle for a moment in the middle of standing up. He shoved his protruding hardened bulge into his pants, now showing a sizeable horizontal relief. After Warren made his walk back to the group, Hesty started talking. “So Dyron, who was it?” Warren looked back behind him to see a very visible bulge travelling down one of the dobie’s pant legs, straining against the fabric.

“I think it’s the newbie, since I don’t think that’s anyone else in the frat from what I remember. Definitely canine, and I would of definitely felt Hesty’s balls against my forehead if it was him, so I think its Warren.”

“You sure?” challenged Hesty.

“What do you mean I’m sure? I said what I said. Now can I take this blindfold off?”

Hesty chuckled. “Yea, you got him right. Damn, you must of picked something up from laundry duty the couple times you did it to know everyone’s scent here, huh?”

“Sh..shut up…”

“Well, onto the next spin! Dyron, you get immunity from these next couple, we need to get some other people a chance to do some fun stuff. Still though, Dyron… or actually Benzo, lets get you to spin the bottle.”

“Ok, sounds good.” Replied the gorilla. The bottle was spun, and it landed on…

“Benzo…? Nah, Benzo, you can spin it again, you’re doing enough as it is right now.” Hesty winked, making Benzo remember that he was stark naked in the middle of the group, his dick leaping a bit. He quickly spun the bottle and got back to his seat, though finding his seat taken by a laying down dragon on his side with his head on the armrest. The dragon tapped the space in front of him, leaving enough room for Benzo’s butt in front of the dragons torso. Benzo rolled his eyes and indulged the dragon. Sitting in front of the dragon, the dragon soon curled around the Gorilla’s body, putting his arms around the gorilla’s midriff, pulling him more into the couch. Benzo indulged Egil, leaning back a little to apply a bit of pressure to the dragon’s torso, and the dragon let out a happy “mmmm”.

“Looks like its pointing at…. Warren! Welcome to the arena. Pick your poison!” The tan and brown wolf got up and went towards the hat, and dug through the mix and picked a smaller piece of paper. He unfurled it, and read out “Model Underwear”.

Some whoops were let out in the crowd. Ralph spoke up. “So, you haven’t been around long enough for us to see your underwear. Got any… sexy pairs?”

Warren just stood, stunned. “Uhh… uh, yea, I got like, one pair that is sorta sexy…”

Hesty looked around at the group. A couple of chatters came from the group. Hesty talked above the crowd. “So… I guess your size would be most like Dyron and maybe even mine? Dyron, lets give him a couple pairs for him to *work* if you know what I mean. Ooh ooh ooh! Get THAT pair Dyron, I think that’d look really good on him!”

“Like the revealing one?”

“oh! That pair too! I’ll go up with you. Warren, why don’t you change into your sexy pair and then come down to model them for us? Maybe put on a bit of a strip show?”

Warren took a second to respond. “Uhh, sure, sounds good”. Warren’s heart rate almost instantly doubled. He was about to present his body in front of the whole frat. Well, granted he wasn’t the first time, and also he didn’t have to get naked naked, just model some underwear. Warren headed upstairs to his room, dug through his dresser, and in the back corner was his special pair: skintight briefs that had tiny blue diamond print on it that helped frame his canine bulge and did really well to grip his ass. Well, time for their premiere in front of the rest of the frat.

Warren changed into them, not bothering to put his pants back on. Walking down the stairs, the bros looked over at him. Sounds of approval came from them, but one voice cut through the rest.

“Lose the shirt!” called out Egil.

Warren rolled his eyes, but in the end he decided why not. After taking off his shirt, anyone could see that he was an exceptionally toned man. Years of growing up lifeguarding and swimming laps really helped him have defined musculature. From the prominent biceps to the perky pecs to his 8 pack of abs, no one could deny that he was keen on keeping up his body.

“Daaaamn, strike some poses!” said Jambae.

Warren hadn’t really been put in this situation before. He had never modeled before, though he did see some models when looking around the internet. He tried out a couple of poses, the group ooh-ing and ahh-ing at them. Suddenly, Hesty cut in.

“Time for your next pair! Come into the kitchen, I’ll give you your next pair.” As he entered the kitchen, he saw Dyron looking doubtfully at Hesty. Hesty was smiling as always. “Here’s your next pair! Try it on!” Said Hesty.

“Dude, that’s not gonna fit...” Dyron said quickly after.

Warren stared at the pair. It looked like a big bundle of light turquoise lace. “Here you go!” Hesty giddly said, ignoring Dyron.

The brown wolf found the main opening of the garment, taking off his previous pair and pulling up the new pair. A couple things were wrong. First, the waist size was too big for him. Second, there was a lot of extra cloth around his dick, but maybe that was how it was supposed to fit. Then again, After Warren tried pulling up, down, sideways, he found that there was no way he could make the garment fit or stay up.

Warren wasn’t feeling it “Uhhh…. Not sure this one works too well…”

“Told you it wouldn’t fit” chided Dyron.

“Fiiiiine, Dyron, give him one of your pairs”

This next pair definitely fit, though Warren wouldn’t pick this pair in a million years. It was basically a jockstrap, but the leather front had a lot of silver spikes coming out from it. The straps came around to frame his ass, though Warren couldn’t see it from this point of view. All Warren knew was that the front pouch didn’t show any definition to what was underneath, and also that his ass was very exposed. He’d never worn a jockstrap before, and he was about to model one.

As he stepped into the living room, there were a lot of obnoxious bright flashes blinding him, and he covered his eyes. “What the fuck?” He dared take a peak, and everyone else had their phones out, snapping pictures like papparazi. Granted it was only Ralph, Egil, and Jambae, (Benzo opting out) but it still was pretty obnoxious. Even so, he kept walking, striking a pose, Hand on hip and poppin’ out his ass a bit, flaunting his body, then put one of his feet on the table in the center of the circle. Some of the small spikes he could feel against his thigh (they weren’t sharp enough to cause any damage).

“Show off your ass!” called out Egil. For Warren’s final pose, he turned around, bent over all the way down and spreading his legs so that people could see his spiky package even from his back side. Then, he took both his hands and slid them up his legs, as he straightened up, his hands got higher and higher, and when he was standing straight, his hands gave his cheeks a quick cheeky squeeze, gave the audience a wink, and went back to the kitchen.

Hesty took in Warren sauntering back to the kitchen. “Damn, they sounded like they really liked the show over there and I’m loving the newfound confidence! So! Warren, I have a pair that will fit you!”

Warren looked to see Hesty just holding a long piece of cream colored cloth. “Uhh… k… how do I put it on?”

“Oh don’t worry just hold this part here, and I’ll do the rest!” Hesty got Warren to grab a bit of the fabric right above his groin, the rest of the long cloth pointing down. “Don’t mind me~” Hesty said sing-songily as he pulled the cloth through his legs and up, making Warren think he was just getting a weird wedgie. Hesty rolled the cloth a bit, then made a large loop of cloth, double backed, then reached around Warren to put cloth in the loop he created. After a bit of doubling back, and tucking in fabric, Warren felt like he had an extremely bare bones pair of underwear.

“What the hell is that Hesty?” Dyron asked.

“It’s my trusty fundoshi! Cmon, go and model it!” said Hesty excitedly.

“You sure it wont fall down?” asked Warren.

“It wont fall. I’ve gone many a day wearing it, its always been fine. Now go!”

Hesty practically pushed Warren into the living room where everyone was waiting. Everyone ooh’d and aah’d.

“Hey, come over here!” said Egil.

Warren complied. He walked close to his audience and did some poses there, sticking out his ass. Suddenly he was slapped on his ass, making him yip. He looked over to Egil returning to his seat.

“No fair, I want a turn!” Ralph complained.

“Fiiiiine, you all can have one go at it.” Warren rolled his eyes, not super caring. Everyone gave a quick slap to his ass, though Benzo just gave it a good grope instead, loving the feeling of the bare furry cheek.

The next pair was a very skinny golden thong, which when asked, Dyron declined to talk about. Warren thought he felt even more exposed than he would be when naked in front of everyone. The crowd loved how the thin fabric framed the bulge, basically outlining and leaving nothing to the imagination.

The last pair had a bit of set up, where Warren had to put a cock-ring strap-like thing around his junk then put mesh underwear on, which heavily accentuated his visible junk. Warren did his best to model what he was given, grabbing his bulge and shaking it for the other bros. Boners were popped by everyone present.

After Warren got back to his old clothes, everyone was hot and bothered, and ready to keep going with the game. Warren did his duty of spinning the bottle, going until it stopped at…

“Ooooh, me! Nice! What pain am I gonna inflict on myself…” wondered Hesty giddily. He bent down to pick up the next dare out of the cap, which he unfurled and read silently. “Well, I guess lets all take a trip to the bathroom why don’t we?” There was some confused mumbling, but everyone got up and headed over.

“Hey, can I take a piss before we do this? All that wine is really hitting me now” said Egil.

“No, you can’t Egil, but hold onto that thought, ok?”

“Ok, holdinggg… fuck.”

As they got to the bathroom, Hesty started to strip, throwing his clothes to the side of the bathroom. The bathroom had two sinks, then after that a toilet, then a shower after that. While it was a long bathroom, it was the only bathroom of the frat house. As the crew gathered around the far end of the bathroom, Hesty gave his piece of paper to Egil quickly, then knelt down in the shower, hands behind his back.

Egil read off the piece of paper. “Be the piss slave of the group for a bit…. Huh, ok, I can get behind this.” Egil grinned. He stepped into the shower and pulled down his sweatpants, letting his ridged semi flop out for everyone to see. He grinned down at the wanting tanuki, savoring the moment.

“Please fill me” said Hesty wantonly, flopping his mouth open, awaiting his golden drink.

Egil’s semi flared to his full length, 7” of ridged flesh. He put his hand on the back of the raccoon dog’s head, aimed his cock at his mouth, and let loose. The stream hit Hesty on his tongue. Egil rubbed the tanuki’s head as he dutifully swallowed the piss he was given. Gulp after large gulp was all that could be heard other than some small pants and moans coming from the duo. Soon enough, the stream came to an end. The tanuki slid his mouth along the cock all the way down to the base and back up, looking up at Egil all the while. Egil shivered as his dick left his bro’s mouth.

“Mmm, who else wants a turn?” asked Egil, slapping his dick against Hesty’s cheek.

“Well… I’d be open to sharing him,” said Jambae. “Anyone wanna join?”

Hesty smiled. “How many streams can you all get on me at the same time?” He challenged. “C’mon, don’t be shy.”

“Why did this have to happen after I pissed on a fire hydrant? Would of liked my piss to be put to good use…” Dyron moped at the back of the pack as Ralph, Benzo and Warren shuffled forward slowly.

“If no one else is gonna call it, I call his face” Ralph said.

Warren took a step forward. “Hey, lets see how well he does with two streams. He did want more streams, right?”.

“I’ll take his back” said Benzo, quietly.

Jambae stepped up to the side of the tub. “And I’ll make sure he gets coated then, I think this works out nicely boys”.

The tanuki told Ralph and Warren to take a step back, then got on his hands and knees. “Coat me boys~”.

All the boys fished their flaccid cocks out of their pants (Other than Benzo as the gorilla was already naked). It took a couple seconds, but Jambae’s was the first stream to arc in the air and splash down on the awaiting party host. Soon after was Ralph and Benzo, then finally Warren. With Hesty’s mouth wide open and wanting, both Ralph and Warren were aiming for his mouth, though Ralph’s stream started a bit high, getting in Hesty’s hair. After adjusting a bit, both streams were filling up Hesty’s mouth remarkably quickly, and Hesty struggled to keep up. Audible gulps were heard in the bathroom, but still, some of the golden liquid fell down to the shower below.

Benzo’s stream built up steam, splashing against Hesty’s voluptuous backside. Hesty flicked his tail around, then pointed it up to show Benzo his hole, hoping he’d get the message. Benzo did, and started showering around Hesty’s hole.

Meanwhile, Jambae was having an amazing time with his crisp, yellow stream zigzagging across Hesty’s back to thoroughly coat it, matting down the fur. Ralph and Warren were starting to pewter off with their streams, so Hesty could swallow everything he was given rather than the overflow flooding his mouth and dripping down the sides into the tub. Benzo’s stream was still going strong, aiming at Hesty’s ass, some even invading the hole.

Soon enough, streams pewtered off, leaving a thoroughly soaked (inside and out) raccoon-dog. “mmmm, thanks you all~ And thanks for viewing Dyron, seems like you enjoyed it~” Eyes turned toward the Doberman, stroking his very erect cock.

“Whaat? All you guys have your dicks out. Can a man enjoy what he’s seeing?” Hesty and Jambae chuckled.

Jambae took charge. “Anyways, why don’t you get cleaned up Hesty and then we’ll continue our game, ok?”

“Sounds great! I wouldn’t want to leave you guys waiting on the host to host, I’ll be out shortly!”