Note: As you’ll find out, I had a lot of fun writing this story and can only hope you have as much fun reading it. Enjoy!

Themes: Hypnosis, dogs, small cock, huge cock, clueless, humiliation, straight-to-gay, jocks, frat boys, neutering

Quick links:

• Chapter 1 – Scroll down
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Epilogue

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Chapter 1

Joe Stern crossed his beefy arms. He was a football jock, husky and built with blunt features, lots of black body hair and a stubbly beard. He was also a frat, albeit a reluctant one, who lived in his own apartment off campus. This was pledge season, though, and he was obligated to participate in the hazing.

“So, what’re we gonna do to the fuckers?” he drawled, leaning against the lintel of the fireplace in the immense common room of the frat house. The place smelled like stale piss and beer as usual. He wrinkled his nose, reminded of why he lived on his own.

“Do to them?” the frat president, Archie Brassow, asked. “It’s what they’re gonna do to us.”

“Huh?” Joe looked around at his fellow frats, a collection of the who’s who on campus. There was him, of course, the captain of the football team, but there were nine others as well, ranging from the captain of the swim team, Jerry Goldman, to the captain of the wrestling team, Tad Owens. They were, Joe was proud to admit, the cream of the crop. The ten biggest, baddest jocks on campus. Well, except for Tad who was too short to be considered anything other than laughable.

“Yeah,” Jerry drawled. “What do you mean?” He was tall–not as tall as Joe, of course, but nearly so. And he was handsome in a polished way that Joe lacked. With his ‘Jew fro’ elegantly coiffed and a pretty auburn beard on his cheeks, he routinely ate more pussy than any of the rest of them combined. He was also rumored to be bisexual, something Joe could readily see just by looking at the dude. Jerry was just too pretty to be completely straight.

“Here,” Archie said, motioning to someone behind them. “This will help make it clear.”

Before they could react, a trio of lovely sorority girls–the sisters from the house next door–stepped up and fastened dog collars around the jocks’ necks. Some of the guys squawked in protest but others, like Joe, merely smirked and enjoyed being collared by a hot chick. The girls giggled and then, bowing to Archie, retreated from the room.

“Line up,” the frat president ordered, fastening a collar around his own bull neck as well. Archie was the rugby team captain, not a sanctioned sport on campus but one that was immensely popular nonetheless. He was almost as big and muscular as Joe but Joe was leaner; Archie carried a roll of fat around his middle and his butt was quite large. 

Archie pulled an old fashioned pocketwatch from his vest and held it up to their questioning faces. “I said, line up!” They all promptly obeyed, standing shoulder to shoulder before the fireplace as Archie walked along in front of them, waving the pocketwatch from its long, silver chain.

“What?!” Joe complained. “Are you tryna hypnotize us or sum–” He never completed the sentence. He couldn’t! As soon as Archie swung the watch like a pendulum in his face, his eyes went blank and his mouth hung open. He was completely unable to move or speak!

Archie grinned at the line of now drooling jocks. “Excellent. Now that we have that out of the way, let’s take off our clothes, shall we?” He immediately bent over and pulled off his pants, exposing his big, blocky, hairy buttocks encased in a crisp, white jockstrap. Joe would have stared if he’d been able to. Instead, he was alarmed when his hands inexplicably and traitorously obeyed the command and began stripping his clothes off of his mountainous frame. 

In a few minutes, all eleven men were completely naked, save for the ridiculous dog collars around their necks. They stood rigidly, their shoulders thrust back and cocks thrust forward. Archie had perversely arranged them from the smallest to the largest…in cock size. How he’d known who was more hung than whom, Joe would never know, but he found himself at the end of the line, the winner in both the cock size and overall size department. Predictably, Tad was at the other extreme. Barely five feet tall, his pathetic pecker was the size of a mushroom cap.

Archie was somewhere in the middle with an average-size, uncut member that stood out due to his oversized cockhead. His glans filled up his foreskin to bursting, looking like a silly lollipop. He didn’t show any sign of modesty as he walked up and down the line of jocks, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Alright, now for the fun part,” he said, motioning for the sorority girls to come back in. They giggled nervously at the sight of the naked studs. Each carried a leather leash. 

Joe gritted his teeth, still fighting to move. Even though he was incredibly hung, he was still profoundly embarrassed to be naked in front of a bunch of beautiful ladies. His cheeks flamed crimson as he felt his cock get hard and begin to stand up from his shaggy pubes. Beside him, his compatriots were in a similar state. He couldn’t see it but more than a few were sporting erections. Even Tab’s little peanut stuck out proudly at all of two and half inches. The little wrestler shaved everything, probably in the attempt to make his little dick look as big as possible. It’s unclear if he succeeded, though. There was something almost childlike already about his miniaturized body and shaving off all of his body hair only accentuated this.

“On your knees, boys,” Archie commanded, holding the glittering watch out before him. Joe’s eyes were unwillingly snared by the timepiece and, even though he fought with all of his might against the next order, he felt his mind and body inexorably obey. “As soon as you’re leashed,” the frat president pronounced, “you will become dogs. For the next seven days, you behave exactly like a dog. You will not talk. You will not walk upright and instead will crawl around on all fours. Above all, you will not resist. Whatever your new master tells you to do, you must do without question. Do you understand?”

Joe felt hot tears squeezing out of his eyes as his knees buckled. As soon as the pretty young woman with sassy braids and a short skirt tied the leash around his neck, his mind went blank and all human thoughts ceased. By the time the girls put gloves and knee pads on him, he was just as Archie told him to be. 

He was a dog, through and through.

***

Brewer was only there because he’d been dragged by his buddy, Cedric. Cedric Jackson was a new pledge to the Phi Alpha Gamma fraternity and was strangely uneasy about going alone to the initiation ceremony. When Brewer pressed him, Cedric said, “Look at me, bro.” He held out his arm, pulling back his sleeve. “Now you.” Wondering what Cedric had in mind, Brewer held out his own arm, allowing his friend to pull back his sleeve. “See?” Cedric asked. “Get it?”

“No, I don’t.” Brewer stared at his arm side by side Cedric’s. “What am I ‘sposed to get?”

Cedric sighed dramatically. “Yer white, bro. I’m black. That’s why yer comin’ with me.”

“I still don’t get it.” Brewer pulled his sleeve back over his arm. “What does our race have to do with anything?”

Cedric slung his arm over his shoulders, drawing him in for a guy hug. “That’s what I love–and sometimes hate–’bout you, bro. Yer totally clueless.” He paused, waiting for Brewer to understand. When he didn’t, Cedric exhaled slowly. “That frat, bro. It’s, like, ninety percent white. I wanna join but I also want ya there as backup. You know, to translate for me. You white dudes all get each other. It’s like you speak a different language or something. I need you, bro.” His hug tightened into a headlock. “Really need you! Will you go?”

Brewer laughed, ducking out of the headlock. “Alright, alright! I’ll go. But you know I could say the same thing ‘bout black guys.”

“True, true.” Cedric gazed down fondly at him from his lofty height. He was the captain of the basketball team, a true big man on campus, something that made his sudden lack of confidence almost endearing. “You know I do that same thing for you when you come to the basketball team parties, right? I’m always right there with you even when I really juss wanna be chasin’ pussy.”

Brewer swallowed, realizing Cedric was right; he was always by his side at those parties, introducing him to his friends, making small talk and generally trying to make him feel welcome. “Oh, fuck, now I feel like a total a-hole, dude. I’m sorry! I didn’t–”

“Shh.” Cedric’s finger was over his lips. “Just come with me tonight and we’ll call it even.”

***

And so Brewer had tagged along to the hazing ceremony. Being of medium height and average build with brown hair and brown eyes, he didn’t stick out anywhere. While he was a jock and enjoyed lifting weights, he wasn’t on any team and dabbled in a bunch of sports, baseball being his favorite. Because of his low status, he was more impressed than Cedric by being invited to attend the initiation. Upon Cedric’s advice, he dressed casually with his favorite baseball cap slightly askew on his curly locks and his squat body squeezed into a pair of form-fitting jeans. 

He didn’t know what to expect but had thought the frat house would be more polished. As such, he was surprised both by the squalor of the place. “You sure you wanna live here?” he asked Cedric as soon as they stepped over the pile of beer cans at the front entrance and the stench of urine and alcohol assailed their nostrils. “It’s a pig sty!”

“Time’s have changed and they don’t make ya live in the frat house no more,” Cedric explained. “The frats’re all tryna get on the good side of the university and have loosened up a lot of their rules. They now make all of their ceremonies open to the public.”

“Huh.” 

Brewer kicked aside a beer can and followed his friend into the main hall. The place was packed. Apparently, more than just Cedric had invited a friend to come along. There were lots of women, too, which pleased both him and Cedric. Some of the sorority babes were smoking hot, although a little too done-up for his taste. He felt a little out of place in his jeans and hoodie and privately cursed Cedric for leading him astray; he hadn’t realized this was supposed to be a formal occasion. He cast a sidelong look at Cedric, realizing his bro was really decked out in a pair of ironed khaki pants, a blue dress shirt and a tie. Hunching his shoulders, he hid behind his friend, glad on this occasion that Cedric was so much bigger.

“See?” Cedric mumbled, looking around the room. “All white. Every single one of ‘em!”

“No, they’re–Oh, wait. Ok. You’re right. Everyone is white.” Brewer craned his neck, surveying the crowd. “I think there’s a Latino dude over there, though.”

The presence of one other brown person didn’t do much to bolster Cedric’s confidence. His face fell as he looked around at the sea of white faces and a few seconds later he was trying to hide behind Brewer, an impossible feat given his extreme height. “Fuck,” he drawled. “This was a dumb idea. I shoulda–”

“Ladies and gentlemutts,” a man called out over the din of the crowd. Brewer did a double take when he looked up at the stage in the front of the hall and saw a completely naked dude with a dog collar around his neck. The guy’s penis, Brewer couldn’t help noticing, looked like a lollipop between his massive, furry thighs.

People started cheering and catcalling as they took in the sight. Beside him, Cedric looked like he was ready to bolt and Brewer had to put a hand on his arm to keep him in place. The frat guy at the front–a rugby player if Brewer had ever seen one–bowed his head, laughing along with the crowd. He clearly didn’t mind being naked in public!

“Welcome to all our new pledges! I’m Archie Brassow, the frat president. And I’m here tonight as part of the main attraction.” He executed a bow. When he straightened, his lowhangers knocked against each other in his furry sac. “We’re trying something new this year, a kind of role reversal, if you will–”

“I’m outta here.” Cedric muttered, pulling against Brewer’s hand. “This shit’s fucked up. Dude’s bricked up! I mean, look at him!”

For reasons that Brewer didn’t fully understand, he held Cedric in place. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t be a pussy,” he chided. “Nudity and homoerotic displays are a time-honored part of fraternity hazings. I thought you knew that. All ya gotta do is make it through this and yer in.”

“That’s what I’m ‘fraid of!” Cedric’s eyes darted around the room, anywhere but on the naked frat on the stage. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t wanna join.”

Brewer panicked at the prospect of Cedric leaving. He didn’t know why but he really wanted to stay and watch. After all, he hated frat boys and thought fraternities were stupid. Maybe it was this contempt that kept him there? Whatever it was, his curiosity was piqued but he needed his friend’s stalwart presence beside him. If he were left alone, he’d be too embarrassed. 

Thinking quickly, he remembered Cedric’s weak spot was slutty girls and used this to his humorous advantage. “Please stay,” he begged, pitching his voice an octave higher and doing a surprisingly good ‘baby girl’ impression. “Stay for me!” He batted his eyelashes up at his friend, lips forming a seductive moue. “Pah-leeze, Daddy! Pah-lease!” 

It worked! “Aw, fer chrissakes. Yer too cute, ya know that?” Cedric rolled his eyes, pulling down the bill of his ballcap. “What is wrong with you? You know you’ll need a couple of double-dees, a cunt and a giant, black booty before I’ll fuck ya, right?” This only made Brewer redouble his efforts. He turned and wiggled his bottom, putting his hands inside his hoodie to push up his tits. He puckered, standing up on his tiptoes. Cedric laughed, shuddering. “Whiteboy butt. Ugh. Nothin’ worse.”

His silly antics worked, though. Cedric stayed.

“–usually we ask our new pledges to perform a sacred rite,” Archie was explaining on the stage as the crowd watched with breathless anticipation. “But this year, during the dog days of summer–well, it’s actually autumn, but who cares?–we’ve asked our frat captains here instead.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Put yer paws together for tonight’s strays. That’s right! Our university’s top dawgs have been locked up in the pound and are desperately waiting to be adopted. Tonight their wishes will come true and each will be assigned a new master, one of our lucky pledges!”

Cedric reacted to this pronouncement as if stung. “Uh uh. No way!” he said, shaking his head. “This shit’s fucked up. I knew this frat was bad news!”

Brewer barely heard him, though, because just then the crowd became hysterical as ten buxomy sorority sisters slinked in from the side of the stage. Each one led a naked guy on a leash behind her. Like Archie, the guys were all naked but, unlike him (at the moment at least), they were all down on their hands and knees, their tongues hanging out of their mouths and silly, stupid grins on their faces. A couple of them were even barking happily. Brewer stared in rapt amazement as the girls filtered through the crowd, leading their charges over to the new pledges. The pledges looked down at the naked, leashed frat boys at their feet, exchanging looks that ranged from uncomfortable to derisive. Each of them, however, accepted the leash from the sister, becoming a proud new pet owner.

A particularly beautiful woman approached Cedric and held out a leash. Cedric, however, shook his head, refusing to look at her. Helpless, the woman turned to Brewer who reluctantly accepted it on his friend’s behalf. His eyes went round when he looked down and realized who was on the other end of the leash.

“Holy fuck! This is Joe Stern!” He turned to Cedric, incredulous. “Fuckin’ Joe Stern! The football captain!”

Cedric looked away, jaw clenched. His eyes contained a mixture of disbelief and hurt. Brewer barely noticed, though. He was too entranced by the sight of the biggest, baddest jock on campus staring up at him with vacant eyes, thick tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth. As Brewer watched, Joe sat down and gazed up at him with puppydog eyes. The indignity of the most arrogant jock on campus acting like a dumb dog caused Brewer to bark with laughter. Joe merely sat there, an expression of pure adoration on his bearded face.

“This is too weird!” he exclaimed. “Cedric! Can you bel–?” He looked around and realized his friend had left. He could just see the top of his head as he pushed through the crowds at the back of the room and stalked out.

Brewer stood there uncertainly. Without Cedric there, the unreality of the situation hit him. The football captain was naked on a leash that he was holding! WTF?!

“Pledges,” Archie called out from the stage. He lowered himself to his hands and knees and looked up at the same young woman who had delivered Joe to Brewer. She was holding a silver pocketwatch on the end of a long chain. “I’m about to be adopted, too. Before I am, though, I’m giving you this task: Take care of your pooches. Treat them with loving care. Play with them. Feed them. Lavish them with affection. And, above all, take them with you wherever you go and keep them on their leashes at all times. They’re nuthin’ but a bunch of curs, after all. Who knows what trouble they’ll get into if they were allowed to run free?” 

He laughed and sat back on his haunches, watching avidly as the blonde waved the watch in front of his face. In a matter of seconds, every trace of his humanity was replaced by that of a drooling, idiotic dog.

The blonde took the microphone out of Archie’s hand before he dropped it. “You heard him. Take your dog with you everywhere for the next week and make sure they are well-behaved.” She smiled devilishly as she yanked on Archie’s chain. “We’ll be watching and grading you on your performance. Only the owners with the best behaved pooches will be inducted into the frat. Come back in one week to find out who wins.”

Brewer looked from the blonde down to Joe as the crowd began to break up. He tried to catch the attention of one of the sorority girls to ask her to take Joe back but she ignored him, walking right past as if he didn’t exist. In the end, he was forced to take Joe in Cedric’s stead, leading him back to his apartment. Thankfully, it was dark by then and he was able to avoid unwanted attention. He really dreaded the morning when he would be forced to lead the naked, collared jock through campus and to his classes. 

Why the fuck had he let himself get into this crazy situation?

***

Chapter 2

“Ewww, gross!” his roommate, Dean, complained after seeing who Brewer had brought home with him. “I can see his butthole! Can’t you put some underwear on him or sumthin’?’

Brewer looked down at ‘Pup Joe’ with a hangdog grin. “Ikr? I’ve tried getting him to wear undies but he just tears ‘em off again.” He looked back to his roommate and shrugged. “We’ll just have to deal with it.”

“Easy for you to say,” Dean muttered, annoyed. “You shoulda talked to me before agreeing to this!” He threw up his hands. “A week! A whole week! I gotta look at his winkin’ butthole and ugly schlong for a whole fuckin’ week!”

“Er, sorry.” Brewer pulled a couch cushion out of Joe’s mouth, giving him a stern look and shaking his finger. “I didn’t know what else to do. Cedric wouldn’t take him.”

“Gee, I wonder why?” Dean folded his arms. “Can’t they juss, you know, un-hypnotize him? I mean, yer not even pledging to the frat!”

“I tried to get ‘em to do just that but they refused. Tole me he’s mine for a week and I’d be in big trouble if anything happened to him.” He idly scratched a little spot behind Joe’s ear and smiled as the big jock’s foot started thumping. Joe gazed up at him adoringly but Brewer drew the line when he started licking his hand. “No lick!” he commanded, pulling his hand away and rubbing the jock’s saliva off on his pants. “Bad dog!” 

Joe lowered his head, face red. Brewer felt kind of bad and was reaching down to pet him when Joe jumped, letting out a little yip of protest.

“Hey! Stop that!” Brewer yelled, catching Dean sticking his finger into Joe’s anus. “You were just complaining about having to look at it and now you’re fingering him! He’s not a plaything! Would you do that to your own dog? Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.” He pulled on Joe’s leash, tugging him away from the grinning Dean.

“Chill out, bro.” Dean sniffed his finger, making a face. “If I gotta put up with a naked jock pissing on my pant leg for the next week, the least you can do is lemme have a little fun.” He gestured down to his jeans where the dark stain of Joe’s urine still lingered.

“That was my fault,” Brewer said. “I shoulda let him out sooner. I juss thought, you know, he’d piss in a toilet like a person.”

“He’s a dog, bro.” Dean unbuckled his jeans and pulled them off, standing there in just a jockstrap and a t-shirt. He padded into his bedroom and tossed the pants in the laundry basket before picking up a pair of shorts off the floor and, turning his big, hairy butt to Brewer, stepped into them. Brewer’s cheeks colored as his bro’s oversized cheeks spread and he glimpsed Dean’s hairy hole. He knew that his friend was doing that on purpose. A payback of sorts. Dean padded back into the living room, grinning impishly. “He’s gonna do everything dogs do. For the next week, at least.” He rubbed his hands together. “This is gonna be fun!”

Brewer bristled, feeling protective of his dog. “Stay away from him! He may be hypnotized into thinking he’s a dog but he’s still a person. He’ll probably remember everything you do to him, too. Do you want Joe Stern hunting you down for revenge when he’s a man again?”

Dean blanched, backing away. “You got a point there, bro. Ok, I’ll be nice but you gotta keep him on a short leash.” He thrust his finger–the same one that he’d just inserted into Joe’s butthole–in Brewer’s face, threatening, “And no more pissing on my pant leg!” Brewer batted the finger away but Dean merely directed his ire at Joe. The ‘dog’ cowered, hanging his head.

Brewer shook his head as Dean stalked off. As soon as he was gone, Joe recovered and stared up at him happily. Brewer sighed, unable to resist petting Joe on the head as he tugged on the leash. “C’mon, boy!” he urged. “Let’s hit the hay. I made a little pallet on the floor for you to sleep on.”

***

Joe turned out to be a bed dog. He made this clear as soon as he entered Brewer’s bedroom, jumping up on the mattress and curling up in a little ball. Brewer pointed at the floor. “Down, boy! Down! There isn’t room for both of us up there!”

Cracking an eyelid, Joe gazed up at him briefly before shutting his eyes again. The message was clear: I’m staying. Brewer sighed, pulling off his t-shirt and getting into his pajamas. He usually slept in the raw but the naked jock’s presence, even under hypnosis, made him self-conscious. He changed under a towel, pulling off his boxers and kicking them across the room, before stepping into his pajama bottoms.

He debated what to do. His mattress was only a double and was uncomfortable even on those rare occasions when his girlfriend, Canela, stayed over. Joe was easily twice her size and took most of the bed. In the end, he sighed and pushed the jock down to the foot of the bed before curling himself up at the top, his feet pressing against Joe’s mounded buttocks. He shifted, trying to get comfortable, and finally fell into a restless sleep.

***

He kept waking up every couple of hours to take Joe outside to pee. He was paranoid that the jock would piss all over his floor again and didn’t want to take any chances. After taking him out for the fifth time at four in the morning, he crashed on the bed with Joe curled up beside him. The jock’s potent musk filled his nostrils and Brewer gagged. “Jesus, you need a bath!” 

Joe whimpered like a little puppy and pressed insistently against him. Brewer flushed when he felt the jock’s significant member growing stiffer by the second and soon the jock was totally hard, his thick, beercan cock rubbing into him. Joe moaned contentedly, humping away.

Great, Brewer thought, pushing the amorous jock away. I’ve got a humper. Just great.

***

“Get in!” Brewer pointed to the bathtub, filled with sudsy water. “What’s yer problem?”

Joe hung his head, hunched over on the floor, looking miserable. He was shivering. Brewer sighed, tugging on the leash, trying to get the jock to move. It didn’t work; Joe refused to budge. Finally, Brewer was forced to get over his prudish aversion to being naked in front of the ‘dog’ and pulled off his pajamas. He stepped into the water, settling down into the tub.

“See? It’s no big deal. It’s just a bath.” He stood up and started to step out again but Joe took the opportunity to jump in with him. Soon, he found himself naked in a bathtub with another dude. He flushed, embarrassed, and tried to leave but Joe started whining so loudly that he stopped. In the end, he had no other choice but to bathe with the jock. For some reason, bathing another naked guy–even one who was convinced he was a dog–was even weirder for Brewer than taking Joe out to pee in the backyard.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” He took the sponge and mopped around Joe’s pendulous balls and thick cock before working his hand between the jock’s thick legs to wash his taint and butthole. Joe moaned happily, staring up at him happily. “Yer just nasty!”

He quickly cleaned himself off, shampooing his hair before doing Joe’s, and then emptied the tub and rinsed them both off. He exited the bathroom with Joe in tow behind him to find Dean watching him from the kitchen table with a knowing look. “Taking a bath together, huh?” he goaded, causing Brewer’s cheeks to glow red. “I see.”

“It’s not what you’re thinking!” Brewer insisted. “He just–Oh, fuck you! Why do you have to make everything out to be sexual?”

“Um, because it is.” Dean smirked, taking a bite of his Cheerios and wiping at the milk that dribbled down his chin. “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much.” His gaze drifted down to Brewer’s crotch and he smiled suggestively.

“I am not!” Brewer turned away from his roommate’s probing gaze, cheeks blazing hot. “I’m just making sure he doesn’t stink!”

He tugged Joe into his bedroom and slammed the room behind him, forestalling Dean’s next smartass comment.

***

The walk to classes on campus was surreal. Brewer expected people to point and stare but instead no one paid them any attention. It was like it was completely normal to walk a naked jock on a leash. This total absence of attention made the situation even more surreal. He trudged along, looking down at Joe as he happily scampered about one all fours. How come nobody noticed or cared that Joe Stern–Joe Stern, the fucking quarterback of all people!–was naked and pretending to be a dog in public?

He was somewhat relieved when he met a few of the other pledges on a grassy patch in front of the undergraduate library. They were using the spot as an impromptu dog park, allowing their jocks to run off leash. One of the guys waved Brewer over and he decided to join them. Not that he had much choice in the matter; as soon as Joe spotted the other jock-dogs, he strained at the leash, pulling Brewer along behind him.

“Ha! Is that Joe Stern? I never thought I’d see the day!” the pledge said, laughing and shaking his head as Brewer removed the leash and Joe ran over to his cavorting compatriots who had just formed a writhing puppy pile on the lawn. The jocks yipped and barked and generally behaved like pooches, slobbering all over each and sniffing each other’s butts.

Brewer stared at the ‘dogs,’ bemused. “I know, right? It’s fuckin’ weird.” He turned to the pledge extending his hand. “I’m Brewer. Well, my first name’s Ben but I go by my last name.”

“Lance,” the guy offered, taking Brewer’s hand in a firm shake. “Lance Aaronson.” He looked Brewer up and down speculatively. “I don’t remember seeing you with the other pledges, though.”

Brewer dipped his head. “I’m not a pledge. I, uh, got stuck with Joe after my friend, Cedric decided he didn’t wanna join the frat.”

“I see. I wondered what happened to him.” Lance smiled. He was tall and very good looking, a classic frat boy if Brewer had ever seen one. With brown hair and blue eyes, he possessed an easy grace and oodles of self-confidence. “I kinda wish I’d gotten Joe for my dog. I mean, he’s the big stud on campus, isn’t he?” He glanced over at the puppy pile, jerking his chin at a particularly long, lean and svelte one. “I got Jerry Goldman instead. Guess they like to keep us Jew boys in the same shtetl.” He laughed before whistling at Jerry. “Easy, boy! No biting!” Jerry glanced sheepishly up at Lance, letting go of Joe’s earlobe. Lance smiled, noting, “They like each other, I see. A lot.”

Brewer flushed when Joe jumped on top of Jerry and started humping him. “Hey!” he yelled. “Stop it!” Joe froze and then slowly dismounted from Jerry’s back. Jerry yipped at him with annoyance, scuttling away. Joe’s beercan cock was rigidly erect between his thick legs.

“He sure is hung!” Lance observed, grinning. “Figures. That dude’s got all the luck.”

Brewer barely heard him. He was too embarrassed that his jock had tried to fuck one of the other pledge’s pooches. “I’m sorry!” he soothed, cheeks pink. “I’m trying to train him not to–” His voice trailed off when he caught sight of another pledge leading his hypnotized jock over to the group. “Who’s that?”

Lance followed his gaze, shrugging. “Tony Laflame. Total a-hole, if you ask me.” He chuckled. “Figures he got Tad Owens. What a couple of douches!”

Brewer did a double take when he saw Tad prancing up to the circle of jock-dogs. He was wearing a pink, knitted doggie sweater. His blond locks had been curled into a tight perm and covered with pink ribbons. 

Lance noticed, too, wincing. “What the fuck has he done to him? Shit, poor Tad! He’ll never live this down.” He pulled out his cell phone and started snapping pictures, laughing to himself.

Even without the sweater and perm, Tad would have looked ridiculous. Either Tad was a total manscaper or Tony had shorn off all of his body hair, leaving him smooth as a baby from the head downward. Somehow this only drew attention to his miniscule penis and tiny balls. He looked almost prepubescent…and decidedly girly wearing a pink sweater and sporting beribboned hair.

Head held high, Tony led Tad over. Tad imitated him, holding his head up and taking tiny, mincing steps. Brewer sighed, realizing Lance was right: Tony was a total douche. The pledge’s face was pinched and he exuded an air of hauteur. 

Reaching them, Tony hesitated with his hand on Tad’s collar, uncertain whether to let his dog participate. Clearly, he felt like this whole business was beneath his–and Tad’s–dignity. He relented, though, when Tad tugged against the leash, squeaking with excitement. He reluctantly let him join in and Tad gamboled into the fray, yapping like a precious toy poodle.

“Hey, Tony,” Lance called out as he pocketed his phone. “How’s it hangin’?” Tony didn’t deign to answer and stood staring stonily into the distance. Lance elbowed Brewer, whispering, “See what I mean? Total a-hole.”

Brewer was about to reply when he happened to spot Cedric. The towering jock was trudging toward class, his broad shoulders hunched and a sour expression on his handsome face. Lifting his hand, Brewer called out, “Cedric! Hey, over here!” When his friend turned the other way, he sighed and jogged over to him, blocking his path. “Cedric, what’s wrong? Why’d you leave last night? I got yer dog.” He jerked his chin over toward the rambunctious pack of jocks. “You want him?”

“Brewer!” Cedric spat. “Joe is not a dog! He’s a man. A grown man! And this shit’s just fucked up.” He scowled as he took in the sight of the hypnotized jocks, shuddering. “I shoulda known a white dude like you wouldn’t get it.” He turned back to Brewer, eyes blazing. “This ain’t right, bro. Treating another human being like an animal ain’t right.”

Brewer drew back, ashamed. “Cedric, geeze, I’m sorry! I–”

“BREWER! HEY, BREWER! GET OVER HERE!”

They turned to see Lance waving frantically. Brewer flinched when he saw what was happening: Joe had pinned the hapless Tad beneath him and was proceeding to fuck the shit out of the little guy. Tad was clawing at the grass, desperately trying to get away while his human, Tony, shrieked at the top of his lungs.

Brewer turned back to Cedric, apologizing, “Sorry, gotta go!” He sprinted over to the fray, grappling for Joe’s leash and pulling with all his might, trying to get the huge jock off of the whimpering wrestler. 

Yelling, “BAD DOG! BAD JOE! YOU GET OFF HIM NOW!” he yanked hard. With Lance’s help, they finally managed to separate the pair but not before Joe’s hulking cock had firmly lodged inside Tad’s hole. The little wrestler mewled like a puppy, bending forward and trying to lick his now gaping butthole. Joe sat hunched behind Lance and Brewer, his cock still throbbing. He looked extremely guilty.

“Listen, Tony, I’m so–” Brewer started to say but Tony would hear none of it.

“Your dog,” the pinched-face, arrogant pledge pronounced in a cold voice, “just raped my dog.” He whirled on Joe and would have kicked him if Lance hadn’t blocked his foot. Tony stared at them, his face darkening murderously. “Keep. Him. Away. From. My. Dog.” He pointed indignantly at Joe. “Understand? If he so much as touches my precious little Tad again, I’ll fuckin’ cut off his balls myself!”

Brewer cringed. “I’m sorry! Really sorry! It won’t happen again!” He turned and led Joe away, waving to Lance. “Gotta get to class now. It was nice to meet you!” 

Lance grinned back at him and Brewer paused, taken aback. There was something almost predatory in tall pledge’s gaze that sent a thrill down his spine. “Yeah, it was nice,” Lance replied, eyes locked on Brewer’s extremely large buttocks. “Let’s have a doggy playdate, Ok? Tomorrow afternoon after class? Does three o’clock work for you?” He reached down and patted his crotch suggestively.

Brewer flushed at the sight of the tented fabric. He swallowed, heart thumping, not sure how to respond. He was so befuddled that he answered in the affirmative even as he wondered at himself. It was clear what Lance had in mind but Brewer wasn’t gay or even bi. 

Or was he?

***

Chapter 3

Class was another surreal experience. Everyone continued to act as if it was completely unremarkable for the captain of the football team to be leashed and acting like a dog. The other students and even the professors treated Joe like he was Brewer’s service dog, ignoring the fact that he was clearly a man–and a naked one at that. Brewer felt almost woozy as he listened absently to the lecture. Joe was curled up at his feet, sleeping soundly.

What the fuck was going on?

The longer it went on, the more Brewer questioned his own sanity. Maybe this was normal? Maybe he was the one who–he shook his head, trying to clear it. No! This wasn’t normal! Not normal at all!

Joe stirred, whimpering in the most adorable way, and Brewer sighed, reaching down to scratch behind his ear. Joe cracked an eyelid, tongue lolling out of his mouth. The jock really did make a very convincing dog!

They ran into Lance and Jerry after class. Joe and Jerry roughhoused on the floor while Lance leaned seductively against the wall next to Brewer, his eyes traveling down his body. A slow smile curved his lips. “You’ve got the most adorable dimples. Did you know that?”

Brewer lowered his long eyelashes seductively. “Um, maybe?” His dick was leaking in his boxers. He’d never felt this turned on by anyone in his life.

Lance chuckled, squeezing his cheeks and making him blush. “I forgot to give you my number,” he purred, letting his arm settle almost nonchalantly over Brewer’s shoulders. “Here. Gimme yer phone.” Brewer handed it over, fingers trembling with excitement. Lance hesitated, still drinking in the sight of him. Finally, he opened his mouth and Brewer was captivated by the sight of his big Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” he asked and Brewer flushed. “Yer a baseball jock, right? I can tell from the size of yer butt. Short. Stocky. Muscular.” He paused again, eyes on fire with lust. “And, lemme guess, you got a short cock and big balls. Am I wrong?”

“Um, well, kinda. Yeah. I mean, what?” Brewer was having trouble thinking. The big jock’s touch…his simmering gaze…his pleasant, clean scent. It was all too much for him to handle. “I’m not gay!”

“Neither am I.” Lance handed back his phone, spreading his hands. “But our dogs like each other. A lot.” He glanced down at Jerry and Joe. Joe had mounted Jerry again and was attempting to fuck him. Jerry’s tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted, his expression one of dazed happiness. Lance grinned. “It seems a shame for us not to do the same.”

Brewer’s smaller-than-average-sized cock was standing up in his pants. It both irritated and excited him that Lance had guessed at his size down there so accurately. He could feel the warmth emanating from Lance’s long, firm body and he clenched his little, virgin butthole as he took in the immense outline of the dude’s erection. It was plastered against his jeans, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“I, uh, gotta go,” he chirped. “C’mon, Joe! Stop that!”

He tugged on Joe’s leash, hauling the amorous jock off of Jerry. Lance watched him leave with a very pleased expression on his face. “See ya tomorrow at the dog park,” he called out as they retreated. “At three o’clock sharp.”

Brewer didn’t reply because he was too fixated by his dog’s erect cock. Joe’s engorged member slapped up and down against his taut tummy as he trotted alongside him. In his boxers, Brewer’s own member was just as hard, although many inches shorter.

***

“Hey! Move it!” Dean ordered. “No dogs allowed on the furniture!”

Brewer looked up at him in annoyance, removing his headphones and setting his game controller aside. Joe was curled up on the couch next to him, face buried in his own crotch. 

Dean followed his gaze, eyebrows lifting. “Jesus! He really is just like a dog! He can even lick his own balls!” When he saw the size of the jock’s erection, though, his face wrinkled. “Ugh! Yer lettin’ him do that, bro? In public?!”

“This isn’t public,” Brewer pointed out. “And you try to get him to stop. It’s impossible.”

“Hmmm, I guess I’d do the same all the time if I could lick my own balls, too.” Dean swatted Joe on the ass, forcing him off the couch. He took his place, settling down beside Brewer and grabbing a game controller. Joe indignantly lay down on the floor, curling up in such a way that his hairy butthole was pointing directly at Dean. Whether this was simply accidental or on purpose was unclear. Dean’s lip curled and he looked away.

“So,” he asked as he and Brewer started playing a video game together. “Have you fucked him yet?”

“WHAT?!” Brewer nearly dropped his controller. “What the fuck, dude? Why would I do that?!”

Dean shrugged. “‘Cuz he’s hypnotized and he’s naked and he’s clearly into you. I mean, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” He smiled lasciviously to himself. “I certainly have!”

“You stay away from him! He might be acting like a dog right now but he’s still a person. I’m not gonna take advantage of him while he’s so vulnerable.”

Dean nodded. “What about after he’s back to being a guy? Will you fuck him then?”

Brewer stiffened, trying to ignore his rapidly hardening cock. “No. Joe is straight and so am I.” He added lamely, “I have a girlfriend already anyway.”

“Who never texts you and who you only see once a month, if that.” 

Brewer’s cheeks colored. “Canela’s busy. She’s studying for the GMAT.”

“Uh huh.” Dean turned back to the game, grunting in frustration as his character took damage. “A hole’s a hole, bro.” He glanced over at Joe’s hole as he said this, grimacing when it winked back at him. “I know you wanna.”

“I don’t.”

“You do, too.”

“I do NOT!” Brewer threw down his controller and stood up. Joe jumped to his feet, baring his teeth at Dean. A deep growl emanated from far down inside his barrel chest. 

Dean held up his hands. “Ok, ok! I believe you. Now call off yer dog! I don’t wanna get rabies!”

Brewer took hold of Joe’s collar and pulled him away, leading the jock into his bedroom where he closed the door on Dean’s smirking face.

***

Alone in his room with the naked jock, Brewer’s gaze kept traveling down to that hulking cock. The jock sat at his feet, staring up at him with an unreadable expression. It was unnerving and Brewer started to turn away but then stopped. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, really throbbing. The excitement of the day was really getting to him. He looked over at the door, making sure it was firmly closed and, throwing caution to the wind, unzipped his pants and inched them down his thick waist. Joe’s eyes lit up when he extracted his little, fat cock from his underpants and started jacking himself.

It happened so fast that Brewer couldn’t react. Joe jumped on him and pushed his hands away with his head before burying his face in his crotch. Brewer’s back arched and he gasped in dazed surprise as the jock’s sloppy mouth engulfed him. Soon, Joe was going to town on his cock, working him to a frenzy as he sucked and lapped and licked.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck!” Brewer gasped, feeling himself explode in the jock’s mouth. Joe grunted, swallowing every last drop and then lapping up any spillage afterwards. While Brewer panted beneath him, he rose up on the bed and thrust his beer-can cock in his face, waggling it until a long rope of precum trailed across Brewer’s cheek. 

The message was clear.

Brewer opened his mouth and, gagging, swallowed down Joe Stern’s big, fat doggy dick. He nearly vomited when he remembered this was this same dick that had fucked two other jock’s holes that day while also making contact with god-knows-how-many-other nasty orifices. It was almost as revolting as it was exhilarating.

They slinked out of the bedroom afterward, Brewer withering under Dean’s knowing gaze. “Uh huh,” his roommate drawled, imitating Brewer’s indignant tone, “I could never take advantage of him while he’s so defenseless! Never!”

“Oh, shut up.” 

Brewer stomped into the kitchen, pulling out a can of dog food from the cupboard and opening it up for the happily dancing Joe. The back of his neck was bright red and he knew Dean was still smirking at him victoriously. Even so, he had to admit that Joe had given him the best head of his life…and sucking the jock’s ridiculously huge dick had been a big thrill. Who knew that blowing a dude could be that much fun? Even swallowing cum wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be. Joe’s cum tasted good. Really good. He looked down as the jock-dog lowered his head into the bowl on the floor and began gobbling up the slimy, wet food with relish.

Brewer was already dreading the day when the hazing was over and Joe was once again the captain of the football team. Would he even care about him? He snorted at the thought. Of course not! The towering jock was immensely popular, far outside of Brewer’s limited orbit. Joe Stern would never be caught dead with someone as lowly as him. They’d only been brought together by a strange quirk of fate, one that had at first seemed perverse but now seemed like a godsend…or maybe that was a dogsend?

He petted the studly jock, finally admitting that he was fond of the guy. 

Yeah, Joe was a good dog.

A really good dog.

***

“C’mere, stud.”

Lance led him into the woods in the back of the dog park. Their dogs, Joe and Jerry, scampered along behind them, yipping and yelping exuberantly through the falling leaves. It was a gorgeous autumn day, the sky above tinged with a high haze and the wind fresh on their cheeks. Brewer let Lance take his hand and obediently followed the tall jock. His heart was pounding and his dick was throbbing. He wanted nothing more than to be at Lance’s mercy.

Making sure they were suitably away from prying eyes, Lance commenced undressing, slyly removing each item of his clothing and smiling at Brewer’s devouring gaze. His body was perfect. Beyond perfect even. Lance Aaronson was both really lean and really built, his muscles rippling beneath his bronzed skin. His ‘Jew fro’ was an adorable mass of tiny ringlets, his auburn hair delicately bleached from hours in the sun. He paused with his fingers on his belt, turning his back to Brewer and slowly lowering his pants to expose the bold tanlines left by a microscopic thong.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

He lowered his jeans, allowing Brewer to drink in the sight of his tiny, pert buttocks. Then he turned around to display his long, hard, circumcised organ. He’d shaved off all of his body hair but, unlike Tad who looked prepubescent, it made Lance look incredibly manly. He possessed the body of a Greek statue, the likes of which Brewer had never seen before. The only naked men he’d seen up to now were his baseball teammates and they tended to be stocky and short-dicked like him.

Lance’s hands were on him, removing his clothing. Soon they were completely naked together, their erections bobbing before them and their eyes glued to the other’s body. Brewer forgot all about being self-conscious. Normally, he kept his big belly covered by a t-shirt when he changed in the locker room and removed his underwear under a towel. Being in the presence of a man whose arousal was readily apparent gave him confidence, though. He’d never considered that a god like Lance would find someone like him attractive.

“Fuck, that ass!” Lance praised, turning him around and taking his mountainous glutes in his big hands. He squeezed and Brewer arched his back. “Let’s fuck now or I’m gonna cum. I need you on the end of my dick!”

He pushed the startled but eager Brewer down onto his hands and knees and, squirting lube into his palm, proceeded to grease up his pole. Then he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Brewer’s thick middle, squeezing. Brewer gasped at the feeling of the dude’s slick cockhead on his tiny man bud. Lance was too big! He was going to hurt him!

“Easy, stud. Relax. I’ll make this fun for both of us.” Lance arched his back and then pushed his hips forward. Brewer whimpered and then exhaled in wonder as he felt Lance’s cock work its way past the last vestiges of his hetero-dude defenses. In a few seconds, Brewer had been completely transformed into the world’s newest gay butt-slut as he took a truly massive member up his rectum. 

It felt amazing.

Better than amazing.

It was lifechanging.

By the time Lance’s lance exploded inside him, Brewer knew he would never have sex with a woman again. Further, he would never fuck again. No, for the rest of his life he would crave one thing and one thing only: Butt sex and lots of it. 

He was a bottom, through and through.

He sighed in contentment as Lance worked himself to another climax, pounding into him with increasing fervor. Beside them, the dogs emulated their humans; Joe had pinned Jerry beneath him and was doing his best ot sire a litter of pups as they fucked doggystyle.

***

Chapter 4

That night, Brewer gave up the last vestiges of his self-consciousness and slept naked with Joe. He didn’t resist when the jock started humping his leg and instead reached down and took the dude’s beer-can dick in his hand, helping him to a furious climax. Joe’s semen coated his thigh and he giggled when the dog lowered his head and lapped up his juices. Soon, he was going at it again and Brewer was stroking his own mini hardon in time with Joe’s humping.

He loved it.

This was how life should be.

And so each day of that week saw him sliding deeper and deeper into this new reality. He would met Lance every day after class at the dog park and then Lance would proceed to fuck his brains out while Joe did the same thing to Jerry.

“Let’s mix it up,” Lance suggested one day. “I’ll fuck Jerry, Jerry will fuck Joe and Joe will fuck you.” He paused, searching Brewer’s face. “You’ve let him fuck you already, haven’t you?”

Brewer looked down at his feet. “Uh, no. He’s blown me a few times but I’ve never let him fuck me.” He shivered. “It just feels wrong somehow.”

“Why?” Lance’s blue eyes were unnerving and Brewer couldn’t meet them. “He’s a top and yer a bottom,” Lance continued. “It’s natural.”

“But he’s a dog!”

Lance rolled his eyes. “No, he’s not. He’s a human who has been hypnotized into believing he’s a dog. There’s a big difference.” He laughed. “C’mon, bro! I know it’s easy to forget but soon Joe and Jerry’re gonna be back to being the same cocky assholes they were before. We gotta have our fun while it lasts. Now let’s fuck those dawgs!”

It took more doing than Brewer would have expected. Joe and Jerry seemed thoroughly confused when their human companions started urging them into position. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” Brewer started to say but Lance shushed him.

“Shhh, stud. They’ll do it. Just you wait.” He looked around, demonstrating the privacy of their surroundings. Deep in the woods, there wasn’t another soul around. “We’re all alone and they’re not gonna remember shit when they wake up from hypnosis. Trust me.”

“Are you sure?” Brewer countered. “I’ve heard that–”

Lance shoved Joe against him. Caught off guard, Brewer toppled to the ground, catching himself on his hands and knees and leaving his hole wide open behind him. This was all it took. In seconds, Joe had pinned Brewer beneath him and Brewer’s eyes were popping out of his head as the jock’s immensity thrust inside his lubed hole. Lance was big but Joe was even bigger, tipping the scales toward the obscene in terms of cock size.

He roasted Brewer like he was a pig on a stick.

Their furious fucking, however, was soon interupted. Joe yelped in protest when Lance urged Jerry behind him and then began humping his butt. The woods filled with angry barks as the captain of the football team lost his perennial status as top dog, surrendering his pussy to the captain of the swim team. 

Brewer knew just what to do, though. He distracted Joe from his outrage by clamping his sphincter tight, a little trick that Lance had taught him. Soon Joe forgot all about the indignity of being cornholed as his system was overwhelmed by the pleasure of fucking a super tight hole. Brewer had been practicing, doing little exercises to ensure he was always tight, and that day they paid off in spades. He succeeded in hooking Joe Stern on Crack. The crack of his butt, that is.

They fucked like puppies and then romped around, licking each other all over, until they were ready to fuck again.

It was the most fun that Brewer had ever had.

***

“My roommate,” Dean commented when he and Joe returned from the dog park, “a total gay slut. Who would have guessed?” Before Brewer could dispute this, though, Dean surprised him by pulling down his sweatpants, revealing the stained jockstrap he was wearing underneath. “When’re you gonna share him with me, bro?” He turned and waggled his big, soft, hairy buttocks in Joe’s direction. “My ass is just as big and fat as yers.” Sticking his cakes in the dog’s happy face, he urged, “Look, boy! A big, hairy hole for you to fuck! C’mon, boy! C’mon!”

Brewer gaped as Dean collapsed onto his knees, reaching back to spread his corpulent cheeks. Joe went into an instant frenzy, piling on top of those jiggly cakes and fucking him with abandon. Brewer winced. He couldn’t imagine getting dry-fucked. His overstretched butthole whined in sympathy as Dean got his turn being spitroasted…minus the spit.

“That…was…fucking…awesome. Ungh!” Dean gasped afterwards. He was lying with his face planted on the carpet, Joe still humping away at him. Joe never seemed to tire of fucking a hot hole and could go for hours without stopping. It was nothing short of unbelievable.

“C’mon, Joe,” Brewer urged, taking his dog by the collar and pulling him off of his well-fucked roommate. “That’s enough. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Dean sat back on his haunches, wincing as his newly gaping back door began to throb. “Hey, wait for me! Let’s take a bath together!”

And so Brewer found himself naked with his roommate and dog in the bathtub that evening. Perhaps unsurprisingly, very little bathing was actually accomplished.

***

“Just me and you today, stud. I wanna make this special.” Lance held out his hand to the hesitant Brewer. “C’mon, bro. Let’s go and enjoy ourselves. Our dogs are fine here. Look at ‘em! Have you ever seen ‘em this happy?”

They were at the dog park and it was another glorious autumn afternoon. The sun slanted down in the cerulean sky and a gentle breeze ruffled Lance’s thick, auburn ringlets. He had never looked more handsome and Brewer’s heart did a little somersault in his chest. 

He looked from Lance’s outstretched hand to their dogs, joyfully romping around the park. He shook his head at himself. A few days ago, the scene would’ve been completely surreal to him but now it seemed, well, normal. Joe and Jerry were chasing a golden retriever around a tree, yipping and yapping with glee.

“Well, Ok.” He took Lance’s hand and smiled up at his tall lover. “But we can’t leave them alone for very long. They might get into trouble.”

“Pfft. Listen to you! Always worrying!” Lance hauled him back into the sheltering woods. “They’ll be fine. Let’s go fuck!”

Brewer was in his usual position, on his hands and knees with Lance’s long cock ramming away inside him, when they heard a commotion followed by angry shouting. They froze with dread and Lance pulled out of his hole with a wet pop. Brewer looked back over his shoulder and met his boyfriend’s gaze, mouthing the name, “Tony.”

Sure enough, that’s exactly who it was.

While they were fucking their brains out, Tony Laflame had shown up at the park with his precious toy poodle, Tad Owens. Almost as soon as he let Tad off the leash, the little wrestler had been mobbed. Joe and Jerry had quickly pinned him down and commenced fucking him while Tony watched in horror. Brewer and Lance appeared on the scene, half-dressed and disheveled, just as Tony was attempting to pry Joe off of Tad’s back. Brewer’s heart sank when he saw that Joe had succeeded in penetrating the little wrestler again and was in the midst of wrecking his hole. Tad’s shrill yaps filled the air.

“JOE! STOP!” Brewer yelled, pushing Tony away and grabbing Joe around the waist. He was stronger than Tony and managed to get the big brute away. Joe fought him, eager to re-fuck the hot little jock’s hole but Brewer wouldn’t let him. As Lance reattached the leash to Jerry’s collar and led him away, Tony sank to his knees and tearfully cradled Tad’s muddy face in his hands. 

He lifted his head and fixed Brewer with a hate-filled stare. “YOU!” he shouted. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” He seemed to wake up to Brewer and Lance’s near nudity then and his mouth fell open. Brewer suspected that, if Tony had been wearing a string of pearls, he would have clutched them. “YOU’RE AWFUL! AWFUL! THE FRATERNITY IS GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS!” He paused, chest heaving. “Just you wait! I’m going to make you pay!”

Brewer apologized again and again and again as he hauled his wayward mutt away from the traumatized pair. It was no use, though; Tony was beyond furious. Lance tried to soothe him with a warm arm over his shoulders. “Don’t worry, bro. That douche is all bark and no bite. What’s he gonna do anyways? Have ‘em neutered? Ha!”

***

Epilogue

Joe Stern came back to himself as the frat president, Archie, waved an old-fashioned pocketwatch in his face. He straightened, cheeks flaming beneath his bushy beard, when he realized he was stark naked in front of everyone. Worse, he was standing in a row of other naked frats, all of whom were in the same boat: Naked as jaybirds and groggy from the aftereffects of hypnosis.

Rubbing his aching head, he muttered, “What the fuck happened to me? I feel like shit.”

Archie–who was naked like the rest of them–gave him a hangdog grin. “Yer a man again.” His eyes dipped downward at Joe’s crotch and he smirked. “Well, sorta. We hypnotized you, remember? You’ve been a dog for the past week. It was part of the hazing.”

The frat president then turned away and Joe realized the room was full of people. A dozen new pledges stood arrayed around them, staring at the naked jocks with a mixture of awe and mirth. Joe resisted the urge to drop his hands over his crotch. No, he wouldn’t cover himself because he had nothing to be ashamed of down there. He was hung like a porn star after all!

“Congratulations to our newest members!” Archie shouted, lifting his arms to encompass the fresh-faced pledges. “You’ve all passed the test. You’ve shown you have what it takes to join Phi Alpha Gamma. Welcome to the fraternity!”

This was met with cheers and applause from the assembled pledges. The other naked jocks immediately rushed forward to greet their new frat brothers but Joe hung back. He had a splitting headache and his body was sore all over. He groaned and massaged his forehead, wincing when he shifted his weight.

Why did his groin hurt like a motherfucker? What the fuck had–?

“Joe?”

He looked down to find a short, plump dude with an exceedingly large butt standing before him. The kid was cute with wide, blue eyes and a hesitant smile. He wore his blondish brown hair long and his bearded cheeks were dimpled. Adding to his submissive air, his baseball cap was turned backwards on his head. Something about him exuded ‘babygirl’ vibes. Serious babygirl vibes. It was incredibly appealing.

“Yeah? Who’re you?” Joe shifted, wincing again at the pain in his groin.

“I, um,” the cute little jock began, casting an imploring look over his shoulder at a tall, handsome guy who was shaking Jerry Goldman’s hand. Jerry’s expression clouded as he looked down at his nakedness. His eyes got especially wide when they landed on his crotch. He stiffened, letting out a bark of surprise, and his new frat brother tried to console him.

“Well?” Joe prompted, irritated even though the kid was super cute and fuckable. He was still so out of it that he didn’t question the powerful homosexual urges flooding his system. As far as he was concerned, he’d always been ready to fuck boy butt.

The cute lil’ dude dragged his toe across the dirty, piss-stained floor. “I, uh, well, I wanted to tell you what an honor it was to be your human companion for the last week.”

“‘Human companion’?” Joe repeated, only belatedly understanding that this kid must have been the pledge he’d been assigned to…after being hypnotized into thinking he was a dog. Fuck, a dog? Really? It didn’t seem believable. And yet here he was. He shook his head and then wished he hadn’t, groaning with pain. “Fuck, it wasn’t just a crazy, fucked up dream. It was real?” The adorable ‘babygirl’ jock nodded and Joe groaned again. “Fuck.” He lifted his head and fixed the dimpled kid with his piercing gaze. “I don’t remember you, though. Yer not one of the pledges.”

‘Dimples,’ as Joe now thought of him, flushed. “I’m not. A pledge, that is. I, uh, took over for my friend, Cedric, when he, um, backed out.” The cutie lifted his head and dazzled Joe once again with his innocent, brown eyes. Yeah, he was a babygirl through and through. A seriously fuckable babygirl at that! “My name’s Brewer, by the way.” He extended a chubby hand. “Well, actually Ben’s my name but I always go by my last name.”

Joe grasped Dimples’ hand and was surprised by how calloused it was. Clearly, the kid was no slouch. Probably because Dimples was so utterly fuckable, Joe set aside his annoyance and rumbled, “Nice to meet you. And thanks for…uh, looking after me this week.” He exhaled, reluctantly letting go of Brewer’s hand. “But, man, am I glad it’s over! I feel so weird!”

“Uh, yeah, about that…” Brewer’s foot was digging a furrow in the floor by this point.

“What?” Joe was gripped by a sudden fear. “About what?”

Brewer looked miserable. If Joe hadn’t been in such a funk, he would have felt bad for making the kid squirm. Swallowing hard, Dimples forced himself to meet Joe’s gaze. His eyes were filled with sadness and some other emotion that Joe couldn’t identify. Regret, maybe? He reached out to pat Joe’s arm, drawing his attention to a strange patch on the back of his tricep. It looked almost like a bandage.

“What is that?” Joe demanded, reaching over to massage the patch. “Why am I wearing this?”

Brewer hung his head. “It’s, um, well, it’s a testosterone patch.”

Joe stared at him. “What for? I don’t got low T.”

“Um, you do now,” Brewer informed him, glancing up before looking quickly away. “Ever since they, um–” His voice trailed off as he found himself unable to complete the sentence.

“Since they what?” Joe prompted, growing impatient. He was looking forward to getting dressed and leaving this place, even if it meant leaving this kid’s adorably plump pair of buttocks unfucked. 

Brewer didn’t reply with words. Instead, with coloring cheeks, he inclined his head down toward Joe’s hulking manhood. In the split second before Joe followed his gaze, he registered a new sensation. Or, rather, the absence of a familiar sensation: His groin felt different. Real different. Too light, for starters. Yeah, way too light. Almost weightless. Almost like his balls had been–

“HOLY FUCK!” he shouted, eyes goggling at his ruined crotch. “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BALLS, BRO??? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BALLS???!!!”

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