“And that’s how the history mid-terms went.” Thomas reached under the bed and came out with a shirt, pants, socks and underwear far too big to be his. No one but him wore underwear as far as he knew, and Thomas hadn’t had any guys spend the night, so had one of the other’s bed mate crashed in his room one weekend? If so, why not tell him?

“Sounds like you passed,” Paul replied. His mother said something the microphone didn’t quite catch and Thomas glanced at the screen. The sound went away as Paul muted it, leaning back from the camera to respond. “Sorry,” he said on unmuting. “She wants you to know history’s important, especially when it gets boring.”

Thomas rolled his eyes and returned to growing the pile of clothes on his bed. “My dad called, didn’t he?” Confident he’d found everything, he pulled his hamper and separated what was his from the rest. What was it with others leaving clothes in his room?

Paul chuckled. “Not everyone who shows concern about your grades is in league with your father.”

“Tell that to Olavo, Gilbert, and Chima, who have each offered to tutor me.”

“Oh right,” Paul replied dryly, “because their idea of tutoring will have anything to do with raising your grades.”

Thomas looked over his shoulder and fixed the golden tiger on the screen with a look. “You do realize none of them needs an excuse to fuck me, right?”

A knock on the doorframe had Thomas looking in that directing, expecting a naked Limbani ready to prove him right. Instead, Gilbert tapped his wrist. Thomas pointed to the pile of clothing that wasn’t his.

The armadillo went to it, but instead of leaving with all of it, he only took a shirt.

“Maybe you should just leave the pile in the hallway for them to deal with?” Paul offered.

Thomas snorted. “When Henry shows up with the chastity belt, I’m sending him to you.” He leaned out of the door. “Guys, come get the stuff you left in my room before I toss it out!” Almost before he stepped out, Chima appeared out of nowhere, was at the bed, grabbed a pair of short and was gone, replaced by Olavo, who took a suit jacket along with a tie, giving Thomas a quizzical look about it. Thomas shrugged. He had no idea how that had ended up in his room. He didn’t remember the capybara wearing one at any of the times they’d fucked here.

“Anyway,” Thomas said, once the last of the brothers had picked through the pile. “To the actual reason I called.”

“What, you mean it wasn’t just because you missed me?” Paul asked, hand to his heart. “I’m hurt, Thomas. Hurt, I tell you.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “I see you every day, suck you off every other or so, and last weekend, you fucked me.” Finally.

“You do know I was just waiting on you to ask, right?”

And in some other universe, Thomas would have been having sex with the tiger since they were kids. In this one, getting up the nerve had taken a while.

“But seriously, what’s up?”

“What is up is that you still haven’t gotten back to me on if you want in on the mid-term party. I know its reputation’s even more extreme than the freshman one, but the guys have been practicing their cha-cha-cha just for you.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “Don’t you mean the horizontal tango?”

“No, I mean actual dancing,” Thomas replied. “Limbani got Felix, of all people, to show him how.” Thomas looked over his shoulder, and of course, the otter was in the doorway, glaring at him. Thomas flipped him the bird, Felix responded in kind, then walked off.

Paul chuckled. “Glad to see the fuck and make up did some good.”

Thomas shrugged, looking at what was left and trying to decide if any of that still belonged to one of the others. “He keeps blaming me for the Shoot-‘em-up algorithm constantly matching our teams together.”

“You could just stop sniping him,” the tiger offered with a chuckle.

“And not give my team the best Maximum-T-Hertz out there?” He pulled a bag from the closet. “Anyway, you’re dodging the question.” He’d drop the rest at the lost and found and let them deal with it.

“I’ll pass on the party,” Paul said. “Willis’s frat’s having one. Anyway, the Sigma Theta Gamma mid-term party is just like the fifth most infamous one of the semester.”

Thomas stared at his best friend, the large underwear in hand. “We only throw one other party, to celebrate the finals being done with. What can two other frats be doing that out-does us?”

“I’m amused you think a well-controlled orgy should out do the wildness of those having a mix of alcohol, drugs, and their own all gender orgies.”

“Please tell me that—”

“I’m not going to one of those,” Paul stated. “Ever.”

Satisfied, Thomas dropped the underwear in the bed. “Are you and Willis just friends, or do I need to warn Limbani he’s going to have to blow me more often while on campus?”

Paul furtively glanced about his room and lowered his voice. “We’ve had a few hangouts your sister would claim were dates, and there’s been a dance or two that edged on the horizontal. But I’ve made sure he knew this is casual for me. So don’t worry, last weekend isn’t going to be my only encounter with that ass of yours.”

“I hope you two have a great party.” He looked at the family photo left on his bed and frowned. A group of coyotes posing in front of the Mall of America sign. A coyote… had he brought one to his room? This one he’d make sure lost and found was careful with. “Sorry, I have to finish party proofing my room and getting anything I can’t afford to lose down to the basement. Something about rival frats and a memento gathering contest.”

Paul chuckled. “They have to prove who they’ve had sex with from Sigma Theta Gamma.”

Thomas stared. “Hasn’t anyone taught them about asking? I mean, no one here’s as easy as Limbani, but anyone here will make time in their schedule if asked.”

“You’d be surprised at the number of guys who end up claiming to have had sex with your frat.” Paul smiled. “In fact, just the other day, this elk cozied up to me asking if he could have a go at me now that he’d done you.”

“Elk?” Thomas frowned. He would remember an elk, right? “So, what did you tell him?”

“The same I always do, for him to show his dance moves.”

“And?”

“Utter confusion. I’m not sure he even knew what dancing is. Oh, and while I have your undivided attention. How is the search for a major coming along?”

“What?” Thomas asked in surprise, then he felt his blood pool at his feet. “Please don’t tell me my dad’s recruited you too in his gang of spies.”

Paul laughed. “Don’t worry,” he said once he could breathe. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re good with a Liberal Art’s degree.” He sobered some more. “But seriously, don’t let your father’s pressure into choosing something be why you’re staying away from everything.”

Thomas rubbed his face to keep from answering. If there was something out there he wanted to pick, he’d have done so already.

“And I think that’s my sign to let you continue party proofing your room without distraction. Have fun.”

“You too.” Thomas picked up the phone and terminated the call. That, he put in the plastic crate Laurence had brought him, followed by his game controller, the books he needed for his class. He wasn’t sure if those were at risk, since they wouldn’t point to him specifically, but why take the chance?

He added the keyboard and mouse and was considering the poster when he looked at the little space left in the crate. And his closet didn’t lock. He’d need a second crate.

“Or it might just be easier to get Gilbert to booby trap my door.”

* * * * *

“Welcome to Sigma Theta Gamma,” Thomas told the ermine vibrating before him. “ID, please.”

He ermine tried to look around him while handing over the student ID. Thomas chuckled at the disappointment on the face. It was only him and Laurence in the entryway, and the two of them were dressed. Thomas in slacks, a dress shirt, and tie; Laurence in an impeccable business suit and his usual cowboy hat.

Thomas had planned on adding the jacket from the suit he’d gotten for his High school prom, but the attempt to put it on had nearly ripped the seams off. Madoc’s training had more of an effect on him than Thomas had expected. He even had to be careful about how he moved. The shirt that had been tailored just right half a year ago now threatened to explode if he so much as stretched.

When he was told he’d have door duty, Thomas had expected to get away with boxers and a bathrobe. This wasn’t the freshman party, so it wasn’t like they’d be scaring away people. But he’d been informed that it was proper etiquette to greet the guests dressed, since they had to arrive fully clothed.

Olavo had mumbled something Thomas hadn’t caught completely, but Chima’s name had been there, and fainting. He was going to ask after the party.

He returned the ID and motioned the ermine toward the armadillo. “Laurence will mark you. Get a drink in the kitchen, and you can move about. Any closed doors are off limits.” He repeated the script again. Not that he expected anyone to respect it. Why else have the valuables moved to the basement?

Thomas was back in the doorway as a pair of identically dressed donkey stepped up to it. He licked his lips at the sight. As sexually charged as the precious weeks had been, twins hadn’t been something he’d had yet. “Welcome to Sigma Theta Gamma. ID, Please.”

They handed them to him in unison.

Oh, what fun they were going to be.

* * * * *

“We’re at capacity,” Thomas said to the guys still in the lineup. “Sorry, but you’ll have to come back for the next one, which will be right after finals.” There were complaints, loud ones, and a lynx pushed through brandishing a cash card.

“There’s a hundred on it. It’s yours if you let me in.”

“We’re at capacity,” Laurence stated, stepping up to Thomas. He was close enough the rat felt the erection against his ass. Thomas pushed back discreetly. “Consider this motivation to get here earlier in December.” He pulled the rat back and closed the door.

“Finally,” Thomas said, leaning back against the armadillo. He reached for his collar, but Laurence caught his hand.

“One thing left to do.” He dipped the brush in the bowl of nearly empty black ink and expertly traced designs on the inside of Thomas’s wrist. Where the skin met the fur.

“I’m a brother,” Thomas said, looking at the pattern and wondering how they could make the exact intricate pattern each time. It was a good thing none of them had tried to get him to recreate it. “I don’t need to be marked.”

“It’s also tradition,” Laurence said, as he marked his own wrist. “And as you’ll remember from your initiation, we’re sticklers for tradition.” Before Thomas could comment, the armadillo kissed him, and that turned messy once the rat reciprocated.

“Can’t argue with tradition,” Thomas panted when they parted. He reached for Laurence’s pants.

“And I’m just in time,” someone said, grabbing both their arms. Thomas and Laurence protested as the naked collie pulled them.

“You could let us undress first,” Thomas managed, as he did his best not to trip.

“Nope,” Hubert said. “I need you both dressed.”

“We have an intruder!” Thomas yelled. “Someone’s trying to pass themselves off as Hubert and demands we stay dressed!”

The collie gave Thomas an odd smirk, then they were in the second ground floor living room. The crowd of naked guys there parted to let them reach a table.

“Here are the next victi—I mean, players.” The collie push them toward the two vacant seats. Standing there he realized the table had green felt on it, there were cards and around it were seated guys in various state of undress.

Except for Olavo.

The capybara was the only one fully dressed and had what Thomas thought was the smuggest expression he’d ever seen. “Welcome to the game. The name is strip poker. The loser loses clothing until there’s only one left to lord it over all of you.”

Thomas looked at those seated. Madoc was the only one he knew. He was shirtless.

“Glad to see I’m not the only one who was too slow in getting naked,” the rat said.

Laurence was seated, fidgeting.

“What’s wrong?” Thomas took the other seat. “This is just some foreplay game.”

“You’ve never played against Lav,” the armadillo said as the capybara casually shuffled the cards. “It’s like he’s a different person.”

Thomas shrugged as the cards were dealt. “I’ll take your word for it. Just so you know, the only thing I know about poker I’ve learned from movies and TV.”

“Knowing how to play isn’t going to help,” the calico to Thomas’s right said as he lifted the corner of his cards to look at them. “He’s a shark.”

Olavo grinned toothily in response.

“He’s just a capybara.” Thomas looked at his hand. He moved the two jacks together. Those were good. The others were low in a mix of suits. A sigh escaped him.

“You’re not supposed to make it that easy on me,” Olavo said, only glancing at his cards.

“Yeah,” Madoc added, his face forcefully neutral. “You’re supposed to be here to help me get him naked.”

“That,” The capybara’s grin became predatory and Thomas saw the shark in it now. “Isn’t happening. I’m the king of poker.”

* * * * *

Olavo cursed as he pulled his tie off and threw it onto his jacket while glaring at the rat. “That is not how you play poker.”

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” Thomas replied. “You’re still wearing something.”

Thomas had lost his underwear on the previous hand. A hand everyone had thought would be the last, until Thomas took off his pants and revealed that, unlike everyone in the room, he hadn’t gone commando.

Madoc had muttered something about getting Gil to burn those awful things the next time Thomas was out of the frat.

“You realize you’re—” the calico whimpered. “You cost him clothing.” He bit his lower lips and held on to the table. Olavo cleared his throat loudly, then the calico whined. “I was just there.”

Thomas glanced down at the head, now unmoving in the cat’s lap. When he’d lost a hand after he was naked, Olavo had proclaimed that he’d be edged until the game was over, as if he was a king proclaiming a criminal’s punishment. That had been a dozen hands ago. And now, only Thomas and Olavo weren’t being edged in their seat. Laurence’s head was on the table, whimpering.

Madoc was just enjoying it.

Thomas was hard at the idea he was next, and utterly surprised he hadn’t been the first. It wasn’t like he’d been trying to win, or to lose. After Olavo’s comments about making it easy, he’d just decided to lean into his inability to have a poker face and over acted every hand he got. He hadn’t expected much more than the laughter he’d gotten, but somehow this had thrown the capybara off his game, and now, he was flustered.

Despite knowing he was at the end of the line, Thomas kept the act going. He gasped so loudly when he looked at his card the moans vanished for an instant. He leaned to the calico, showing him the cards and mock-whispering, “Look at these.” The cat had his eyes closed and was biting his lower lip and barely holding back a whimper.

When Thomas grinned at Olavo, the capybara glared.

Olavo threw his cards on the table with a flourish as he stood, showing the straight to Thomas’s two pair, aces high, and grinned. “On the table,” he proclaimed. “Your ass is mine.” He unbuttoned his shirt.

“What, I’m not going to be edged for hours like the others?” Thomas asked, trying, and failing, to sound horrified. “What makes me so special?”

“It’s that you’re a pain in my ass,” the capybara replied, walking around the table. “Which is why I’m going to do yours.”

Thomas bent over the table and raised his tail. “Can I at least get a cock in my face? The game made me thirsty.”

“You,” Olavo said, pointing to a caracal in the crowd, “get under the table and edge him while I fuck him. I wouldn’t want him to feel left out.”

Thomas rolled his eyes at the theatrics, and opened his mouth to complain, but then heat enveloped his cock, and then his ass was stretched.

This, Thomas decided, was a great way to lose at poker.

* * * * *

Thomas yawned and pulled a ham out of the fridge.

“Why?” he asked and found himself unable to complete the thought. The coffee wasn’t even ready, so this was nothing more than torture.

Somewhere around two in the morning, he’d noticed the volume of guys had thinned and he was rocking on someone’s cock. Around four, the moans were nothing more than an occasional sound and what sex was happening was all lying down, slow, and still enjoyable, if clearly no longer enthusiastic. By then, Thomas was grinding against Chima’s cock while the, possibly sleeping, hyena held him.

When six in the morning hit, Thomas had been ready to crash, finally feeling utterly sexed out. Instead, he’d been dragged to the kitchen by Yating and Firmin and told to cut ham into small cubes.

Were they really trusting him with a knife in this state?

“It’s the house’s responsibility to feed anyone left,” Yating said as he cut bell peppers.

“So, you grabbed me because the freshman gets the menial jobs?” Thomas looked around the kitchen. “How come Kuno and Limbani aren’t here?”

Firmin grinned. “I grabbed you, because we’re the only ones here who knows how to do more than burn toast.”

Thomas groaned, wondering if someone here had heard about his mother’s channel, because it wasn’t like he’d had the chance to impress them with his cooking skill. “You picked up I have anything like culinary skill on the fact I followed the direction on a box of Betty Crocker?”

The red panda laughed. “You should have seen the cumcakes Lim tried cooking before you joined. Now, are you going to do your part or what?”

Thomas was considering how to respond to that when the coffee maker dinged. He was on it like lightning. With his first cup downed, and second filled, he felt alive again. He put the cup next to the ham.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

* * * * *

Over the next three hours, Thomas cooked, and was not interrupted by sex even once. When a guy staggered into the kitchen, they got a western omelet on a paper plate and cup of coffee to go. They were handed clothing and escorted to the door. It was confirmed no one cared what they left wearing when the two delectable donkeys who’d arrived dressed identically, left wearing clothing that didn’t match.

With the last of the guest gone, fourteen brothers sat around the large table, cup in hand and empty paper plates before them.

Henry raised his cup of tea. “And I proclaim this party to be another success.” The cups went up, and the toast was joined. The bat stood, naked like everyone else, and rock hard. “As master of the house, I claim Thomas to start the celebration.”

He only had time to finish his cup before Olavo and Kuno lifted Thomas off his chair and laid him on the table before Henry.

“We’re celebrating an orgy with another orgy?” Thomas asked, laughing.

“That is a sacrilege of the highest order,” Henry proclaimed as he raised Thomas’s legs over his shoulder. “For such an infraction you shall be bottom of all bottoms. Not to get off this table until all your brothers have gotten off into you.”

“Oh, however shall I endure?” the rat said, trying for the same level of theater, and raising an arm over his forehead. The act might have been spoiled by the grin he just couldn’t get rid of.

With a smirk, the bat pushed into him.

* * * * *

At some point later, someone became impatient, and Thomas went from on his back on the table to bent over a chair. Then he had a cock in his ass, one in his mouth and someone’s lips around his own member.

And with this, Thomas was content.

No. He was happy.

He was where he belonged, with whom he belonged. He glanced up at Chima, and the hyena smiled down at him, and for an instant, Thomas felt that something was missing.

It didn’t last. He was with his brothers. He was being fucked and fed their cum. Maybe it wasn’t perfect yet.

But for Thomas, it was close enough it didn’t matter