Thomas stalked the gym. He noted the asses on display on the benches, or the men’s positions as they lifted weights put those asses out there, for anyone willing to grab and use. He would use them, but later. Now, he was after a specific ass. One whose scent he’d followed; was still following. He found the rat on his back; as he should be. He grunted as he pushed the bar up, a giraffe holding his hands under it, ready to catch if Madoc’s impressive muscles failed under the strain. Or if Thomas pulled the rat back as he raised his legs over his shoulder and took him there. The temptation was strong. His cock strained in his pants, demanding to be let out, demanding release. But this wasn’t the right place. Madoc had a room where he unleashed himself on the men. That was where Thomas would take him, show him which of the two deserved to be worshiped. The bar clanged, and Thomas smiled. “Hey Thomas,” Madoc said, taking the towel the giraffe offered. “Never though I’d see you here outside your usual—” Thomas grabbed him by the tank-top and pulled him to his feet. “With me,” he growled. Madoc chuckled. “I’m kind of in the middle of—” Thomas’s grin showed teeth. “I’ll exercise you plenty.” He pulled the rat against him, let him feel the hard cock, and in return felt the hardening one. “We’ll pick this up in a bit,” Madoc told the giraffe. Then grinned at Thomas. “Lead the way.” Thomas didn’t slow through the locker room. As usual, the sauna was unoccupied. A part of Thomas wondered if it was used as anything other than Madoc’s sex room. It was quickly shut down. It was Thomas’s room now. The rat’s gym shorts easily came off, then Thomas pushed him down on the bench. With a chuckle, Madoc spread his arms on the edge of the upper bench. “Are you channeling Lim?” Thomas snorted. Like the monkey had anything on him. He pulled the rat’s legs forward and over his shoulders, eliciting a cry of surprise as Madoc put his elbows against the back. “Thomas, watch what you…” he trailed off as Thomas freed his hard cock. “I didn’t know you topped.” Thomas lined up his cock and pushed. He growled as heat enveloped it. “Oh yeah,” Madoc responded, his head falling back. Thomas pushed until he was all in, then he looked down at the rat under him. Under him, where he belonged, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle, eyes half closed, overwhelmed by having this cock fill him. Thomas pulled out and pushed back in, growled a stretched curse as pleasure coursed through his body from his cock. He would never have enough of asses. He hit bottom and pulled to make sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Ouch.” Madoc rubbed the back of his head. “Okay, we need to move. You’re either going to pull me off, or I’m going to hit the back of my head on this corner all the time. Pull out so I can—” Thomas snarl at the suggestion. Madoc laughed. “Okay, I guess we’re going to have to make this work without you pulling out.” He grabbed onto the edge of the bench and pulled himself sideways. Thomas moved with him, nearly tripping when he went to put his knee on the bench, and had to kick his shoe, and then one pant leg off. Then Madoc was lying on the bench, Thomas kneeling on it, and pressing even deeper into that ass. This was how things should be. He pulled out and thrust back in. Again, hard. Fast. Madoc’s eyes rolled back, and he panted. Thomas held him in place as he fucked him. “Where—” Madoc’s breath caught as Thomas hilted him hard. The rat’s panting turned ragged and Thomas grinned. “Where did you—” Thomas changed angle, and the rat under him let out a groan as he arched his back and cum flew out. Thomas kept on fucking him through the orgasm. He was not— the spasming ass wrench his orgasm out of him and he slammed in to unload. Thomas panted, holding onto the back of the bench with a hand to keep from falling over. He looked down at the rat with the blissed-out expression. This was good. Had been good. Would be good when he took him again. He was going to take him over and over and never— “Hey Doc,” someone said. “Just want to check if you are coming back to spot me. I have classes in thirty.” “Shit, gotta go,” Madoc said, wriggling himself out from under Thomas. “Duty calls.” Thomas growled as the rat pulled his shorts up. “Hey, you can find me tonight and we’ll do this again, but I have to help George for now.” Then the rat was gone. Now. That was when wanted that ass, not later. He pulled the door to get Madoc back and the cold staggered him back and he dropped onto the bench. The door closed. He growled at another ass that escaped him before he was done with it, but the cold air shocked some cognizance back into him. He pulled out his phone. There were more asses out there for him to stalk, eleven of them to be exact, and the frat’s chat would tell him where to find his next quarry. * * * * * Thomas stalked through the rows of book, scenting the air. The chat had told him to head to the library, and now the scent was leading him toward the Roman History section. He was momentarily surprised to find the otter seated at a table, typing on his phone, the word appearing on the projected screen and half a dozen open books around it. The section wasn’t reputed to be good for studying. Felix glanced up at him and made a face. Thomas grinned. He looked forward to turning that annoyance into reverence. He took a step forward. “Isn’t this section somewhat above your IQ?” the otter hissed. Thomas smiled. Oh, he was going to be above the otter, alright. Above and inside. He pulled him out of the chair and onto the table, sending books sliding away. He undid the otter’s tail strap and pulled the pants down. Felix opened his muzzle, but Thomas placed a finger over his lips, grinning. He pointed to the sign ‘quiet in the library’, then pushed his cock in the ass. He closed his eyes and hissed. The otter cursed the entire time Thomas fucked him, but he did so quietly * * * * * Otterly Better than You: Who the fuck spiked Thomas’s coffee? Muscle Lover: Yeah, and please do it again. * * * * * Thomas pushed the armadillo back into the office, already undoing his pants. “Thomas,” Gilbert said, “I don’t think this is—” Thomas grabbed the armadillo’s crotch, the hard cock showing he was ready and willing. He grinned and closed the door behind him. * * * * * Nuclear Lad: Limbani, I don’t know how, but this is your fault. Nuclear Lad: Good job. Not who you think I am: what is going on? * * * * * Thomas pushed the badger into the storage closet before he was aware of his presence. He pushed the pants down and he growled into his ear. “This is what is going on.” Then he pushed his cock into Firmin’s ass. * * * * * Not who you think I am: Okay. Wow. What is going on with Thomas? * * * * * Olavo’s legs were clamped around Thomas’s waist as he tried to untangle himself out from the capybara. “Again,” Olavo whispered dreamily. Thomas had already fucked him twice, and he would fuck him again, but later. The rest of his brother needed to be graced with his cock. Then he would return for the capybara. * * * * * Distinguished: I’m liking this new version of our brother. Can we keep him? St-Paul Accountant: Thomas, where are you? Sounds like you’re just what I need after this damned exam. * * * * * Kuno screamed as Thomas pounded his ass. He had no idea where they were, or how Thomas had caught his scent, but now they were on the floor, between a chair and a table, the margay begging for more, and Thomas eager to give it to him. * * * * * Thomas changed direction as a scent reached him on the cold outside air and he followed it along the park’s path. There. The broad back was one he recognized. He caught up to the collie and grabbed tail strap. He had it undone before Hubert turned, but Thomas was pulled into the trees off the path before he could pull the pants down. They fell in the snow, and the collie laughed as he protested it was too cold, but Thomas didn’t care. He was hot enough not to be bothered, and once he had his cock inside Hubert, the only complaint from the collie was that he wasn’t fucking him hard enough. * * * * * Thomas stepped into the frat house and breathed in deep, taking in the scents of those he still needed to anoint. One scent triggered a different, deeper need, but it came with the knowledge that now was not the right time. He stalked forward, teasing the scents apart, trying to decide which of his brothers was next. The offering walked out of the living room, and Thomas pushed the bat back into it. “Thomas,” Henry said, chuckling as he kept Thomas at arm’s length. “Maybe you can explain yourself?” Like everyone in the frat, the bat was strong, but so was Thomas, and while Henry could keep him from easily reaching his belt, as the rat leaned into the bat, Henry had to back up until his knees hit the couch. Thomas grabbed the belt as the bat fell onto the cushion and undid it. “I supposed that’s as good of an explanation as any.” Henry undid Thomas’s belt, then their clothes were off. Thomas had Henry’s legs over his shoulder, his cock in his ass, and he leaned forward and bit into the bat’s shoulder. He didn’t break skin; the bat hadn’t before so he wouldn’t, but maybe after getting fucked while his shoulder was sore, this old man in a young man’s body would listen to Thomas when he asked him not to bite him. * * * * * “Boy, do you stink,” the armadillo said as he stepped back from the naked Thomas. Laurence grabbed his arm as Thomas tried to push him against the wall and turn him to get access to his ass. He turned a shower on, then draped himself over the half wall of glass blocks. Thomas didn’t mind the water falling on him as he pushed his cock in. He felt the hand on his back, and the body pressing against him as he fucked the armadillo. “Gilbert can’t shut up about how good you are,” Jacques whispered, “and I can’t wait to find out myself.” He took hold of Thomas’s hips and when he pressed again, the badger’s cock pushed his ass cheeks apart. “No,” Thomas snarled, eyes fixed Jacques over his shoulders. He was the only one doing the fucking now. All their asses belonged to him. Jacques laughed, “this is starting to feel like my cousin’s eighteenth birthday.” He shook the water out of his fur as he walked around to the other side of the half wall. “If I’m not getting to fuck the rat, I’m going to fuck myself some armadillo muzzle.” Thomas refocused on Laurence, slamming his cock in and getting the armadillo to moan loudly around the cock in his mouth. Since the badger was eager, once he was done when Laurence, Thomas would show Jacques what he wanted to experience. * * * * * Thomas roared as he came in the red panda’s ass. Yating’s own orgasmic yell was muffled in the pillow his face was buried in. Thomas panted, listening to the panda’s muttering in his native tongue. Thomas pulled out, and before he could wonder who was next, a scent reached him and he knew. He stepped out of the bedroom, ignoring the moans and groans of the sex going on in the to her rooms. They didn’t matter, there was only one that mattered now. That was left. He reached the bottom of the stairs, then he was in the kitchen, looking at the Adonis of a hyena by the door to the basement. Yes, that was how it should be. He would be The One, in the most important room in the frat.