Center of Attention
Chad walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. The ripped Doberman stood on the porch and waited.
Hope this is quick. He thought. Gotta make myself look good for tonight! Tonight was the date of the biggest mixer Chad's frat through, the perfect chance for him to score with three or four girls in a single night. But before he could go to the party, he had a study session with the rest of the class. If I wasn't failing, I'd totally skip. The door opened and a short fox let him in. What's this runt's name? Mark? Matt? Something like that.
Chad followed the fox into the dining room where seven other students were already waited. No babes. Chad thought sourly.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Mark/Matt asked.
"Sure. Water would be fine." Chad didn't expect them to have any beer, so he didn't ask. Mark/Matt returned quickly with a tall glass of water and Chad quickly gulped it down.
"Another?" The fox asked. Chad nodded as he sat down at the table. None of the others had a single book out. In fact, they all just sat there, watching him with expressions almost like those of hunger. A new glass of water suddenly appeared right next to him and he took it with a quiet yawn. He quickly chugged it down, slamming the glass on the table next to him. Mark/Matt sat between another fox and a tiger, joining them in watching Chad expectingly.
This is getting a little creepy. "So..." Chad's voice rumbled in the silence. "Am I the only one who remembered his notes?" He yawned again. Weird. Why am I so tired? I can't stop yawning. He felt his eyelids begin to droop. What the fuck's going on? Did they drug the water? I'll just close my eyes for a second. Right there, in front of everyone, Chad fell fast asleep.
Where am I? What the fuck's around my neck and wrists? Chad's eyes opened suddenly. At first, he thought it was dark, but then he realized that he was blindfolded. He tried to lift his head, but whatever was around his neck held him to the floor, his chin resting on what felt like smooth wood. His paws were likewise held down, but below his waist was a different story. Something seemed to be pulling his tail and hindquarters up to the point that he was on his hind paws, his ass high in the air and his genitals hanging down between his haunches. What the fuck is going on? Why the fuck am I fucking naked? He heard approaching paws and then the blindfold was removed. After his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he saw his reflection and his suspicions were proven correct. Behind him stood the eight students from earlier. "What the hell is fucking going on here?" Mark/Matt chuckled.
"Fucking. What a perfect choice of words." He grinned evilly. Chad glared at him in the mirror.
"You're a fag, aren't you?"
"Yeah." He said with a laugh. "We all are, in fact." He kneeled down by Chad's head. "You see, Chad, we're all friends and we had a simple question. What's it like to fuck a straight guy? Now, not just any straight guy. We wanted a frat boy, someone who fucks girls left and right. Someone like you, Chad. So we voted, and you won."
"You can't do this!" Chad yelled. Mark/Matt laughed again.
"Can't we, Chad?" He rose and walked toward the rest of the group, running his hand along Chad's back. "You've got such a sweet ass." He rubbed it gently. "It's such a pity letting it go to waste."
"This is rape!" Mark/Matt frowned.
"I suppose you would know what rape is, wouldn't you Chad?" The fox's smile grew more and more sadistic. "You would know." His whisper was nearly silent. He turned back toward the mirror, his voice back to its original volume. "Tell me, Chad." He had the air of a politician on stage. "Even if you went to the cops, how would you bear telling them that a few weak little fags," He held up a claw. "Your choice of words, managed to overpower a star football player?" He smiled from ear to ear with pure sadistic glee. "How would your frat brothers take it if they heard that you, Chad Robertson, were 'raped' in the ass by a bunch of gay boys?" Chad whimpered quietly, knowing full well what their response would be.
"Let's just get to it!" The tiger from earlier called out. Mark/Matt grinned and held up his paws.
"Okay, okay. Let's not lose our heads over this." He returned to kneeling beside Chad's head. "I know you were planning on going to that mixer tonight, fuck a few girls, the usual. Be the center of attention." Chad whimpered again as he watched the boys strip down, their members rising to attention. "Don't worry. You'll be the center of attention. All night long." Now nude, the eight lined up, each eager to have their turn.
This isn't happening! This isn't happening! Chad shut his eyes tight, repeating the near-mantra in his head over and over. This isn't happening! This isn't happening! He groaned loudly as the first cock plunged in. It was just the first.