Thomas ducked behind the destroyed car, clutching his rifle. Everything around him was destruction and desolation, and he had no idea how he’s gotten here. All he knew was that his life was in danger. He steadied his breath. He’d done this often enough. All he had to do was make it to the end, and he’d be fine. He peeked around the edge of the car, saw the flash of light, then blackness as he felt his head snap back. * * * * * “This works better if you open your eyes.” “Right,” Thomas said nervously. He opened his eyes. The rifle was to his shoulder, the bullseye in front of him. He fired, and the score didn’t go up. “Not very good at this, are you?” Felix said. The otter pressed the trigger of his shiny rifle without even looking where he aimed, and the board over his target went up by fifty points. He looked to the otter. “Well, it’s not like anyone’s good when compared to you.” * * * * * The explosion had Thomas duck behind the burning car. “This all depends on you,” the cheetah said. “Why?” Thomas asked. He sucked at this. “You know Fel-Lou-Max is out there, just waiting for me to move.” “Then move. What are you waiting for?” the fox said. “It’s not going to happen with you hiding behind this wall like the coward you are.” Right. He had job to do. He couldn’t keep the sniper waiting. He settled his breathing and took off running. All he had to do was make it to the end and— * * * * * He raised his head. Fuck, had he fallen asleep? He looked at the drool on the hardwood table, and hurried to wipe it away. He was going to kill Thomas if his drool marred the perfect polish on the wood. He checked and double checked. It looked good. “What’s that?” Thomas jumped to attention. Where had the Master come from? He looked where the otter tapped. Next to his finger was a pool of cloudy liquid. “I—” Thomas swallowed. He’d thought he had cleaned that. He knew he shouldn’t have, that the Master couldn’t stand to have the perfect wood finish marred, but it was hardwood, and the idea of touching it, polishing it, had made Thomas so hard he had had to do something. The otter’s smile was not pleasant as he undid the robe. “Looks like you need a reminder of whose cock is allowed to empty itself.” Resigned, Thomas nodded and turned, lifting his tail and bending to lean— * * * * * On the nearly entirely destroyed car he caught his breath. He looked beyond the shattered building. He could just make out the flag that marked the end zone. Fuck, he was almost there. How many times had he died already? He’d lost count. Anytime he thought he was safe, that sniper would get him. He couldn’t believe how good he was. The otter was making nearly impossible shots. He fought the instinct to look around the car, exposing any part of himself would only lead to getting killed. But remaining here didn’t make him any safer. So one step at a time. The run to the broken wall was barely a dozen steps. He could make that without being shot. Right? * * * * * Thomas dropped to his knees to the memory of the shot ringing in his ears. The room was dark, the floor cold, as was the breeze over his exposed cock and balls. “And what do we have here?” the otter seated on the stone throne purred. He was majestic, with lustrous dark brown fur, heavy balls and cock just the right size to please anyone he deign put it in. “Another supplicant,” the bat standing next to the throne said in a bored tone. He was tall and regal, but without a doubt subservient to the otter. His fur was black with hint of red in the highlight. His cock was bigger than the otter, it would probably hurt going in. “No, don’t be so… condescending,” the otter said, and Thomas smiled at him. Hoping, needing to get his favor. “I’m sure he has ways of demonstrating his worth. Just like you did. All of you.” Thomas became aware of the other men in the room. Including the bat, there were twelve of them, because someone like the otter could never be satisfied with fewer. He was like a god and they worshiped him. Thomas was hard at the idea of being allowed to worship that perfect body. Of being good enough to warrant receiving this being’s blessing. “Approach,” the otter croon. “Show me what you have to offer.” Remaining on his knees, because Thomas didn’t deserve to approach standing, he moved until he was between the other’s leg. He opened his mouth and leaned forward to take that perfect cock in and— * * * * * He crashed to the ground, coughing dust. He was done. He couldn’t move anymore. He’d just lie there until the end came. Maybe this time it would be the final end. He flinched at the sound of a near explosion and berated himself. Had he really braved all this, died so often, only to give up now? He looked up. When the flag was in sight? “On your feet, Max,” he ordered himself. “You aren’t Maximum-T-Hurt for nothing.” He pushed himself up, and before fear could make him hesitate, he ran. He flinched at every explosion, expecting blackness to follow, that master sniper having gotten him again, but he made it behind the half wall, then the tanker, and finally, within the flag’s zone. He dropped to his knees in relief. He was— “And what do we have here?” someone asked; his eyes snapped open. Standing under the blue and pink flag was an otter, impeccably dressed in a blue and pink suit and holding a sniper rifle. How was the flag blue and pink? He had been heading for his team’s flag, not the enemy’s. He wasn’t safe at all. The otter smiled. “Well, I guess that makes you my prisoner of war.” He approached, no longer wearing anything. “You are going to have to work on earning your freedom.” He looked at the hard cock nestled within that perfect fur and leaned forward. He closed his lips around it, and it fit his muzzle perfectly. He took it all, and then pulled up, and back down. He loved this cock. The taste, the smell, the shape. It was worth dying thousand times over to end up here, with that cock in his mouth. He moaned as he bobbed up and down. He massaged those perfect heavy balls, filled with cum that he’d get finally to taste. The hands took hold of his head, then the cock moved in and out of its own accord, and Thomas loved it. “Oh, fuck yeah. You do have a great muzzle.” The otter grunted and held the head in place as he came. Thomas shuddered from his own orgasm as the cum filled his mouth, ran down his throat. This was heaven. * * * * * He looked up, and was looking back, lying on a stone altar, as the otter pulled his hard cock out of his mouth. “You’re lucky I’m your first,” the otter said. “Because after me, no one will ever measure up.” He raised Thomas’s legs over his shoulder and pushed in. The cock was so perfect it slid in without needing lube. “Oh yes,” Thomas whispered. “This is better than I could have imagined.” “You better believe it.” The otter gave two hard thrusts and Thomas screamed as he came again. “I am going to have you cumming until it’s all you know.” “That’s all I want to know,” Thomas said, panting. “All I want is your cock in me, your cum in me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” The otter fucked Thomas hard. His cock neither stretching Thomas too much, nor not enough. It was the perfect cock to be in his ass. He was made to be fucked by it, and another orgasm proved it. * * * * * Thomas opened his eyes and needed a moment to reorient himself. He was still on his back, but he was in a bed this time, in a room that wasn’t his own. The smell of wood polish brought back some of his dreams. What weird dreams those had been? And so vivid. Thomas couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up with more than impression of his dreams. How had he ended up in Felix’s room? He’d sucked him off, and had done enough of a good job the otter had dragged him here as soon as dinner was done and fucked him hard and— He remembered the otter cumming and… Had Thomas been so tired he fallen asleep before his orgasm? He’d had so many in his dreams, he couldn’t be sure one of them hadn’t been Felix finishing him off. He snorted at the otter’s erection. Even while sleeping, the guys from Sigma Theta Gamma just couldn’t stop getting hard. He looked down at his own erection. Don’t get any idea, he told his cock as he got out of bed. You’re hard for another reason. His knees brushed against the hardwood bedside table in the darkness. That thing and the smell of polish would explain how he’d gotten the dream about the table, but he had no idea why his run of the Shoot-em-up maps had been so hard. He knew those so well he could navigate them in his sleep. Or maybe not. “Good Morning Mister Hertz,” Henry said, as Thomas exited the bedroom. The bat looked him up and down, then licked his lips. “Can it wait until I’ve used…” he pointed toward the bathroom. “Unless that something you’re into?” he offered hesitatingly. He couldn’t imagine why anyone would be into that, but the bat was in charge of the household, so if he— “I appreciate the offer, but no, that isn’t something I enjoy. And I don’t think I’d make you do it even if I did.” He smiled a little, “well, not right now.” Then he turned and headed for the stairs leading to the third floor. Thomas didn’t try to understand that one. For a guy in his late twenties, Henry could be really weird at times. He made it into the large bathroom, into the closest stall, and relieved himself. Halfway there, a shower started. Finished, he exited to the adonis hyena under the open shower. That still took Thomas by surprise, not only how big Chima was, everywhere, but that the frat’s second-floor bathroom had a communal shower large enough to accommodate three times the number of guys staying here. He made it three steps in the direction of the door, intending on giving Chima privacy, when the stupidity of that thought registered. This was a communal shower. Chima’s room was on the third floor, and he had one with its own bathroom. If the hyena wanted privacy, he wouldn’t be down here. “Wash your back?” Thomas offered, running a hand up and down the wall of muscle. Chima chuckled. “I’d rather you wash my front.” He turned and his enormous erection nearly hit the rat. Yes, definitely big. “I can wash yours afterward.” Thomas nodded, unable to take his eyes off the cock. Chima took his hand and guided it to the soap dispenser, no, lube dispenser Thomas reminded himself. The fur soap was in the gray dispenser, not the white out. The shower was turned off, and Thomas spread the lube over the cock, using both hands to stoke it. He pressed it against his stomach and moved up and down. He rubbed his cock against it, and it looked minuscule, but somehow, the hyena managed to never make Thomas feel like he wasn’t enough. “Maybe you’d prefer I take care of your back while you take care of my front?” Chima asked, and before Thomas could work out the meaning, he moaned as a lubed finger gently massage his whole. He bit his lower lip and forced himself to remember he had a cock to keep hard, not that it needed his help for that, but this was not a time where he wanted to seem inconsiderate. So he stroked the cock, moaning at the finger stretched him. Then two hands landed on his ass, and he was lifted off the floor. He pressed against the hyena’s chest and this time the moan was from his cock rubbing against the coarse fur as he was lowered. “Oh fuck,” Thomas whispered in trepidation as he felt the large head between his cheeks, and Chima stopped moving him. This wasn’t his first time taking the hyena, not even the first time when he fully remembered it happening, so he knew he could, especially with how considerate Chima was. But like the previous two times, the reality of what was about to push into him hit, and Thomas was happy for the moment Chima gave him. “I’m good,” he said, then the cock head pressed against his hole. His breath caught as it stretched, then he shuddered as it entered. There was pain, but nowhere near as much as Thomas thought there should be, especially that first time. But it was like swallowing the giant cock. Something happened once he started, and all Thomas felt was pleasure and desire. He moaned as more pushed in and then tensed as it pressed against his prostate and orgasmed just from that. He held on as more still pushed in. His cock, still throbbing, pressed between them. “There,” Chima whispered, “it’s all in.” Thomas rested his head against the chest and caught his breath again. All in. He chuckled. All sixteen inches of thick cock were all inside him, again. And like the previous time, he couldn’t believe he wasn’t split apart from the way he could feel being stretched. Or how good it felt to be stretched like this. There was something out of his world with having Chima’s cock entirely inside him. He nodded. “I’m ready.” Chima turned and rested Thomas’s lower back against the half-wall and pulled out slowly. Thomas shuddered and his head fell back. He was going to cum again, he knew it. The cock push in and he moaned. The hyena picked up speed and Thomas buried his muzzle in the shoulder to muffle the groan. He’d never get enough of this. “Faster?” Chima asked, and Thomas could only moan his agreement. The hyena picked up speed and Thomas tightened his grip at the incessant pressure and massage of his prostate. He screamed in the shoulder as he came again, and Chima fucked him faster, panting over him. He spoke Spanish quickly, something that sounded filled with reverence to Thomas’s ears, then he stopped and Thomas felt the cock pulse the way he couldn’t feel any other. Each pulse stretched him a little more. Then Chima moved until Thomas’s ass was on the half-wall, and the hyena’s hands on each side, supporting his weight. “This is a good way to prepare for a run,” Chima said. Thomas snorted. “Not from my end. I think it’s going to be a few hours before my legs can support me.” “Then it is good that you don’t have classes today.” Chima slowly pulled out. “I will wash you, then carry you to your bed.” “And this started with me offering to wash your back,” Thomas said tiredly, resting his head against the hyena’s shoulder. “I should be the one…” Well, at least this time he remembered his orgasms before falling asleep.