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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

It seems I have a thing against people in a position of power abusing said power. I love a good story where those people get knocked down a rung on the ladder, so enjoy this story based on that premise. ;3

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Eddie grumbled under his breath as he crawled around on his hands and knees, a tiny pair of cuticle scissors in his left hand as he "trimmed" the shag carpet along the upstairs passage of his fraternity house. As he was the newest pledge to Delta Omega Gamma, he was subjected to all sorts of demeaning and often pointless tasks, though thankfully this was far from the worst thing they'd made him do so far. His twin older brothers were already members, so too had his father been before them and his grandfather before that, so it was tradition for his family to be part of the Delta Omega Gamma fraternity, despite Eddie's wishes.

The young German Shepherd had been at his task for the greater part of the day, using a straight edge to ensure that the carpet was trimmed evenly as the head of their chapter had ordered. Cole, the "alpha" of DOG House seemed to take a peculiar glee in making his life a living hell over the smallest and dumbest things it seemed, as such Eddie didn't want to give him an opening this time. As he knelt down to check the latest patch he'd been tending to, the door behind him marked with a Greek Alpha symbol swung open and a grinning Doberman carrying something strode out into the hallway, immediately tripping over the smaller kneeling canine.

Eddie yelped at the unexpected kick to his side, sending him and Cole tumbling to the ground. The sorting hat flying overhead and scattering the slips of paper held inside like snowflakes across the floor before it landed brim side down. It's glued on googley eyes being partially obstructed by the floppy point of the hat giving it an almost accusing scowl at Eddie. The sorting hat had been a tradition since before even Cole had joined, at one time or another it had been a simple wizard's hat for a Halloween costume, at least until the infamous books became so popular. The brothers of DOG House had turned it into a method of selection once their old methods for bonding had been forbidden; for everything from who did beer runs, to the target of their infamous Wednesday night bonding traditions.

"Dammit Pledge, are you looking for more punishment!?" Cole snarled as he turned about to glare at the cowering young Eddie. Cole was a good head or two taller than Eddie, being the captain of the water polo and swim team, he was a lean and toned specimen whom often paraded around in sleeveless shirts or no shirt at all to show off his chiseled physique. His black and tan coat always seemed to possess a glossy shine most women would kill for. He was the epitome of a spoiled rich kid whom had won the genetic lottery and unfortunately for everyone else in the DOG House, he acted like it as well.

"Go easy on the kid, Cole. He's been ahn his hands 'n knees all mornin'..." Brynmor, the large Irish Wolf hound and second in charge of the chapter rumbled in his deep slightly accented voice as he helped Cole to his feet.

"Yeah, no harm no foul" the ever cheerful Chauncey chimed in as well as he set about collecting the sorting hat and putting slips of paper back inside behind the glowering Cole.

"Well how about we keep him on his hands and knees a little longer then, add his name again a second time, this time on a bigger slip of paper..." Cole sneered at Eddie for a long moment before turning about and snatching the sorting hat from Chauncey, just as the English Mastiff slipped in an additional bigger slip of paper.

Cole strode ahead of the small group as he bellowed for all to hear "It's Wednesday my dudes! Tradition time!" Soon the Doberman was leading the ten other occupants of the house downstairs and into their "dungeon". The room was set up as a man cave, but often served as the location for most of their parties as it muffled loud sounds pretty well thanks to their old houses double thick walls. The basement walls were lined with large plush sofas and an overhead projector aimed at a painted white wall to provide a massive screen on which to watch and play games on. Off to one side was their pool table that doubled as a ping pong or just beer pong table, depending on the evening. However, on nights like tonight, the center of the room was cleared and left a large open space on the plush carpet, complete with a blowup mattress.

Soon they were all gathered in the dungeon, with the basement door locked so they would not be disturbed, the group gathered around the three heads of DOG House in a semi-circle and waited with nervous anticipation. Cole stood front and center, holding the sorting hat up high for everyone to see. Bryn stood to his right and Chauncey to his left, both of whom bore stern expressions and carried an air of "don't fuck with me" about them. Being two of the biggest members of the fraternity, they lived up to their reputations and often acted as bouncers for some of their rowdier parties.

Cole held the sorting hat aloft as he began to recite the same speech he gave every Wednesday night, "A "brother" is someone who can be seen as a strong, positive role model. Someone who is there to back you up, but also someone who can hold you accountable when you make mistakes. Our bond is stronger than blood; none of you believes until he also wishes for his brother what he wishes for himself. Never hold resentments for the person who tells you what you need to hear; count them among your truest, most caring, and valuable friends. I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It just makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Brotherhood is a condition people have to work at, and that is why we do what we do tonight, as we do every Wednesday night. So have our brothers before us, so will our brothers after us. The bonds we make here tonight shall follow us through to the end of our days!"

"I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother and I found all three," Everyone chanted the final closing statement together, a haunting finality and agreement to what was about to unfold.

Cole grinned at Eddie trying to hide away behind his older twin brothers as he offered the hat to Bryn to pull a name out of the hat, expecting the wolf hound to find the bigger slip of paper so the young shepherd's name would be called again for the third week in a row.

"An' the lucky winner for tonigh is....Cole!" Bryn hollered out, holding the slip of paper up for everyone to see.

"What!? That can't be right..." Cole balked, reaching up to snatch the slip of paper from Bryn's hand. Sure enough, scrawled on the piece of paper in writing he didn't recognize was his very own name.

"About time, never thought he'd get his turn..." he heard someone mumble, earning a growl and glare from the Doberman.

"Finally, a fair draw" someone else agreed, causing Cole to look around nervously as he quickly realized he wasn't going to find any support here and weasel his way out of his turn. He'd managed to skate under the radar this entire time, sure his name was in the hat, but he always made sure to tuck it into a small hole on the side so it wouldn't accidentally get drawn, but he was still able to pull it out if someone confronted him about it. Cole was all for "bonding" with his brothers, he relished the activity in fact, but he was never keen on having them "bond" with him. He was too much of an alpha to submit to lesser males, as had his father and grandfather before him been.

"Looks like it's your turn, big fella" Chauncey teased with a grin, giving Cole a firm pat on the shoulder.

"But...Eddie..." Cole began to stammer, almost pleadingly with his fellow leaders.

"Eddie 'ad his turn last week..." Bryn growled softly, staring Cole down.

"And the week before that, when you made his brothers do the Eiffel tower on him, remember?" Chauncey affirmed with a smirk.

"Now are we gonna do dis the easy way, or the 'ard way?" Bryn grinned as he turned to face a retreating Cole.

"Get him!" Chauncey shouted as he pounced the Doberman just before he tried to turn and run for the door.

Cole yelped as he suddenly found himself at the center of a dogpile, hands all over his body as he was stripped naked. Along with uncomfortable and almost painful pressure around his sheath and balls, but most disturbing was the slickness being forced under his tail as someone's fingers sunk up his ass and a small brown bottle of something being held up against his snout made his head spin. Someone was lubing him up!

"Fuck, fine! Lay off already...you assholes win!" Cole growled and panted as he was finally allowed to stand. He attempted to glare at each and every single one of the grinning bastards standing around him, but before long his attention was drawn down to the growing discomfort at his crotch. As his gaze lowered, with horror he saw what they'd done to him. Not only had his "brothers" put a ring around his balls to prevent his release, but they'd gone and locked a chastity cage on him too. Whatever had been in that bottle was making him unsheathe despite his lack of willingness or even eagerness to. A growing need to release began to make itself obnoxiously known, an ever growing tingle just behind his balls that he knew wasn't going to be satisfied anytime soon. "Fuck...what is this shit!? Get it off!" Cole half growled and half whined in growing desperation.

"That's not getting off until every single one of us do first" Chauncey offered with an almost playful pat on the frustrated Dobermans shoulder.

"We'll be generous ahn start ye off easy..." Bryn offered with a smile as he moved to stand before Cole while he undid the ties to his own sweat pants.

"Yeah, you're always telling us to suck your dick, so how's about returning the favor?" Chauncey joined in, grinning over at Bryn as both large males shrugged out of their pants. Their thick sheaths grasped in stroking fingers and soon Cole found himself eye level with a pair of eager pink lengths bobbing before him.

With one last hopeful glance up at the two big dogs he'd thought were his friends, but seeing they weren't joking, Cole reluctantly reached up and grasped their waiting members. A little shudder of revulsion washed through him as he touched another man's junk for the first time ever, feeling both the warmth and firm weight of them in his hands. He'd never had any problem with anyone in the room touching his however, just so long as he got his rocks off in the end. But here and now, feeling how they pulsed and throbbed in his grasp, the reality of his situation began to sink in and it twisted his stomach into knots knowing he couldn't escape what was to come. He'd abused his position over the house and now karma had come knocking, his only hope was to pleasure his fraternity brothers or else they'd take their revenge out on him forcefully.

Cole sighed and leaned in to brush the tip of his tongue against Bryn's cocktip first, even just that little touch was enough to make the Irish wolf hound shiver in delight. Unfortunately, the taste left a lot to be desired as Cole found his nose wrinkling in response. The second and third licks were no better, nor was the attempt at Chauncey's cock either. Cole definitely did not enjoy the taste of cock...

"We don't have all night, Cole..." the usually patient Chauncey eventually found his limit of waiting for Cole to do what everyone else in the room had done before. Everyone else had had their turns and submitted without much complaint, but their glorious leader was being a bit of a pussy about sucking another mans cock, despite them having sucked his plenty of times before. Chauncey gripped Cole's clipped pointy ears firmly and forced his length between the Doberman's protesting lips, chuckling as his eyes bulged and he tried to gag. Chauncey was having none of it though, his hips began to stir and buck, working his length between Cole's lips and against the tongue inside his maw trying in vain to push the intruder out. It actually felt damn good come to think of it and soon the Mastiff was huffing and panting as he felt his balls begin to tighten. Chauncey wasn't sure if it was the blowjob he was getting, or just the fact that Cole was the one finally doing it that excited him this much. Either way, the Doberman soon got his first taste of another mans cum as hot sticky ropes fired off against the back of his tongue. Chauncey made sure not to give Cole an inch to try pull away, as soon as the Doberman realized he wasn't going to be allowed to spit, he groaned inwardly and reluctantly swallowed the salty slimy mess.

"Gonna do it willingly, or do ah need te fuck yer face like Chauncey?" Bryn appeared before Cole as soon as the mastiff moved aside to grab a drink and find a spot to watch the rest of the show. With his clipped ears still aching from the death grip Chauncey had had on them, he nodded slowly before opening his maw willingly. "Atta boy!" Bryn mocked as he stuffed his achingly hard prick inside the black and tan muzzle. Not wanting to get face fucked again, Cole even made an attempt to suck the Irish wolf hounds cock this time, putting in the bare minimum effort to please the big canine. It seemed to be working too as Bryn closed his eyes and rolled his muzzle skyward, he even reached down to pet Cole's cheek like he was some common bitch. "A natural talent ye are!" Bryn praised through a content sigh.

Both the compliment and the gentle touch brought a blush to Cole's cheeks, but also a growl as he hated being treated like a bitch. This was not where he was destined to be in life, on his knees before another man and definitely not with their cocks in his mouth. His rumination was cut short as Bryn started to huff and pant as well, Cole's ears laying flat again as he knew what was about to happen. Sure enough, that same salty slimy mess began to fill his muzzle once again. Cole immediately swallowed his second load for the evening, even without Bryn telling him to do so for fear of the consequences if he didn't. Goddamn how Cole wanted to punch that smug grin off Bryn's face as he stepped aside to grab a drink and join Chauncey on one of the sofas.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Chauncey grinned as he leaned forward to reach down and ruffle at a growling Cole's ears and hair.

"Not 'alf as bad as wha comes next...Ben, you're up next" Bryn called out, the room bursting into a series of laughter and sadistic cackling.

Benton, Ben for short, or rather Ben10 to those in the know was an average looking English Bulldog. His moniker came from the fact that he was sporting a hefty ten inches that were already eager and erect. Cole stared with wide eyes at the bulldog smirking down at him as he moved around behind the presented Doberman behind. Cole shuddered in a mix of fear and revulsion as Ben hefted his tool like a club, tapping the heavy length with a meaty slap against Cole's buttocks a couple of times before wedging his tapered tip under the Doberman's docked tail. Cole wanted to get up and run, but he was surrounded by the rest of DOG house. Judging by the looks on their faces and the groping at their own crotches, he was going to get fucked whether he wanted to or not.

To his credit, Cole didn't need to be held in place this time as he began to accept his role and position in their bonding ceremony this Wednesday. But that didn't mean he was quiet either when Ben began to relieve him of his last virginity, with a slow and methodical forward motion as steady as tectonic shift, Cole felt every inch enter him. Ben was so damn big, Cole swore he could feel every bump and vein along that ridiculously big dick of his. Cole tried to bite back the sounds of pain and discomfort, but he'd never even so much as had a finger under his tail, he was too much of an alpha for that shit. But now he had no choice, he'd gone from no experience at all to taking the biggest dick in DOG house suddenly. Ben's cock was so girthy he could feel it parting his cheeks as he began to near the thicker middle section of his cock too.

"Stop being such a bitch, we've all taken it, even Eddie didn't make half this much noise his first time..." Ed, the older of the twin German Shepherds called out mockingly.

"Yeah, he's only half your size too!" Edd, the other twin teased as he gave his younger brother a good-natured gentle elbow to his side. Eddie couldn't help but grin with a bit of pride as he watched the malicious Doberman finally getting his comeuppance, a strange sort of satisfaction settling in him as he watched Cole take the biggest dick he'd ever seen for his first time.

"Yeah, you had to lose it some time, Cole...nnf, damn you're a tight little bitch..." Ben growled and huffed as he struggled to sink the last couple inches of his length under Cole's frantically wiggling stub of a tail. The muscles along Cole's back tensed and flexed as he strained under the never-ending assault, his buttocks clenching with every inch forced on and within him until after what felt like an eternity, Ben's hips eventually met his sculpted behind.

Cole made the mistake of thinking the worst was over, Ben was hilted in him now and that was it. As soon as the bulldog began to withdraw however, Cole was treated to a whole new set of sensations. He could swear Ben was trying to pull his insides out through his asshole, suddenly feeling empty once the bulldog retreated to just his tip.

"Hold on princess, shit's about to get real..." Ben growled into Cole's left ear before giving his cheek that side a mocking kiss. Cole didn't even have the chance to ask what Ben meant before the bulldog shoved his entire length back inside the Doberman's tight, clenching and reluctant ass. The strained sound that escaped him didn't even register in Cole's mind as all he felt was his pucker being stretched wide again. But what ever sound he must've made apparently was funny enough to have a couple of his housemates rolling on the floor with tears of laughter streaming down their cheeks.

The second and third strokes were no better, Cole's ass was on fire and his "brothers" were unable to stand they were laughing so much. Ben panted and slobbered down over the Doberman's back as he roughly fucked the black and tan backside beneath him, but the warm drool marking his glossy coat was the least of Cole's worries just then. Without warning, Ben suddenly withdrew himself from under Cole's tail after a mere two or so dozen strokes, permitting his stub tail to flip down protectively before he could sink back inside. But that wasn't what Ben had in mind, the bulldog stood up behind Cole with a devious grin as he furiously stroked at his cock until the off-white strands of his cum shot out across the black expanse of his back. "Eat your heart out Jackson Pollock!" Ben sneered as he left a series of white streaks from between Cole's shoulders, all the way down to his still flexing buttocks.

"Your knees must be getting sore, why don't you come take a seat..." Siôn, or "Face" to his friends, called out salaciously. The handsome long blond haired Saluki was usually quite the ladies' man, but even he'd done his part for their bonding ceremony a few times. Normally he didn't much go in for fucking other guys, but tonight he made an exception. Cole had taken great delight in gripping his luscious golden locks while pounding his ass and calling him a bitch, treating him like a common whore. This delicious little bit of revenge was long overdue and he was going to savor every moment of it.

Cole frowned at the offer as he spotted Face sitting on one of the plush sofas and wiggling his stiff prick at the Doberman invitingly. He knew exactly what the bastard wanted and expected too, gritting his teeth he forced himself to his feet before moving over to where the Saluki awaited. Turning his back to Face, he let the dumb blond bitch guide him down, at least one benefit of letting Ben have his ass first, it did make taking the next cock a bit easier. That would be where the small mercies ended however as Cole found himself being pushed back against Face's chest when Josh, the slender gunmetal grey Greyhound climbed up on the seat before him. Cole's protests were quickly silenced as his maw was stuffed full of fresh hard cock, muting his complaints as he felt someone's hands on his swollen balls and toying with his chastity cage. With the fingers toying with him below, he suddenly became aware of just how slick he felt, his cock having been drooling precum to the floor before but now it just marred the once velvety soft fur of his sheath and balls. Once more his need to cum badly became highlighted, causing Cole to whine around the dick in his mouth as he squirmed uncomfortably in the Saluki's lap and on his stiff prick.

Face grinned smugly as he bounced Cole in his lap while Josh fucked his face, he felt how full and ready the Doberman was to release as he groped over his swollen balls below. But he wasn't going to be the one to get that honor, oh no, Cole had a lot more punishment in store before he got to empty his balls tonight. The sound of their alpha choking on the skinny Greyhound's cock as his ass clapped against Face's hips below was music to Siôn's ears. Even though he preferred a nice soft woman's curves in his lap normally, he almost wished this moment could go on forever. He had to admit, even after taking Ben's impressive cock, Cole was still surprisingly nice and tight.

It wasn't to be however, Josh had thrown his all into face fucking Cole without mercy, it seemed he also had a score to settle with the arrogant prick. Just as Chauncey had done before him, he too gripped Cole's ears harshly as he forced the Doberman to swallow his load. Unfortunately, Face wouldn't get to add to the artwork on Cole's back as the gagging and struggling above caused Cole to grind and clench down on the cock under his tail unwittingly, bringing the Saluki to a premature end. At least managed not to knot Cole and disrupt the nights festivities.

Cole felt squirmy and uncomfortable as Face unloaded up his ass, taking his first creampie from the blond bitch. He felt every pulse and throb of that cock as the slick warmth spread through his core uncomfortably, coughing and spluttering as Josh finally withdrew from his mouth and stepped down off the sofa. "Asshole..." Cole spluttered and tried not to heave, gasping for breath now his airway was unobstructed.

"Best asshole here!" Ben cheered with a laugh, raising his beer bottle in salute and winking at a glaring Cole.

Cole was guided to his feet by the next in line, Theodore. Theo was a rare site around most places, being a purebred Rhodesian Ridgeback, he was also one of the most chill members of DOG House. He also seemed to be the only one not out to get revenge on Cole as he almost gently guided the tired looking Doberman back over to the blow-up mattress and down onto all fours. Despite his gentleness, Cole still winced when yet another hard length found it's way under his tail. Theo had quite a strong grip too he found out, the Ridgeback holding his hips firmly in place as he began to saw his own hips back and forth slowly at first. By now Cole was more than used to the feeling of having something up his ass, not that it made things any easier, but the slow and gentle by comparison fucking combined with whatever they'd made him sniff earlier was starting to do a number on him. Cole winced as the chastity cage became unbearably tight around his own cock as it tried to slip free of his sheath and grow from the constant stimulation. His focus on that discomfort was interrupted by a pair of spotted legs coming into his field of view down at the ground before him, leading up to the grinning face of Cole's least favorite member.

"You always make fun of my accen', treat me with disrespec...you even make the crass joke about making a donation to a third world shithole when you fuck me..." Joker snarled down at a cowering Cole. Loherangrin by birthname, but Joker to his friends for his propensity to laugh at even the smallest things, was the only son of an immigrant family. His parents had fled the civil unrest in the Democratic of Congo and made a life for themselves in the US. They'd worked hard to provide for their only child, made sure he got into the best schools no matter what it took. If only they knew what some people treated their son like here...

"I'm...ungh...I'm sorry...aah..." Cole tried to apologize feebly, not wanting yet another rough fucking, unfortunately that wasn't what the hyena had in mind as he got down onto all fours before the Doberman, as if he were waiting to be mounted. Cole watched on in confusion, not understanding what the hyena was playing at.

"Eat it..." Joker snarled back at Cole, lifting his short tail invitingly to bare his dark little asshole for the Doberman. The room fell silent for a long tense moment as everyone paid extra close attention to the exchange; they all knew how poorly Cole had treated Joker, the grins on their faces making it plain to see on whose side they were on. Cole swallowed hard, leaning forward just a little as he gingerly reached out to begin dragging his tongue around the hyena's pucker. He remembered how nice and snug it had been, the way Joker had growled and hissed every time he fucked the lesser male. But now here he was, being forced to pay penance and eat out that same very ass he'd enjoyed before. "How's that third world ass taste, rich boy?" Joker asked with a mocking laugh and wiggle of his behind back against Cole's tongue.

As Theo continued his almost lazy fucking of the Doberman's ass, Joker lowered his chest to the ground and made Cole rim him good and proper. Even getting Cole to awkwardly stroke his cock to completion while his tongue was either buried under his tail, or the hyena's coarse haired balls were in his mouth. Cole again wrinkled his nose at the hyena's strong musk, it was far stronger than any of the other guys so far. Pushing down his gag reflex, he instead used that as fuel to push through and get Joker off as soon as possible.

With a short, sharp yip that devolved into a drawn-out snarl, Joker finally climaxed. His thick hot seed spattering to the blow-up mattress below, making a few little pools between the creases. Joker however was not done with his torture of Cole yet, waiting for Theo to finish his own climax across Cole's back and shoulders before pushing the smug American mutts face down into his mess. Cole growled and snarled as the hyena used his face like a cumrag, wiping his cheek and muzzle across the blow-up mattress until nearly every drop was rubbed into his fur and ensuring he would smell Joker for a long while to come.

"Back on your hands and knees, bitch!" A sharp order was barked out, the next couple was already up and ready to begin and not willing to let Cole even have a moment to rest. Ed and his twin brother Edd were standing beside him, grinning down maliciously at the cowering Doberman.

With arms and legs trembling from exhaustion, Cole forced himself back onto all fours. He just wanted this night to be over, he was tired of everyone getting one up on him, his ego well and truly bruised. Cole had no doubt Ed and Edd had something planned as well to further humiliate him. Sure enough, they did. No sooner was Ed hilted under his tail with his twin tickling Cole's tonsils, would the pair clap hands together in the classic Eifel tower position while rocking Cole back and forth between their thrusting hips.

Cole had forced them to do this exact pose the week prior when their younger brother's name had been pulled from the hat again for the second week in a row. Every day since, Cole couldn't resist asking them how their family trip to Paris was. No sooner had the twins' clasped hands did the room burst into laughter, Cole's ears laying flat against his head as he knew damn well what the new joke around DOG House was going to be...and no, he sure as hell did not enjoy his trip to Paris.

Confusion set in as Ed and Edd didn't seem to be bothering to try make their turn last, instead they seemed to be rushing towards the end instead. Perhaps the Eifel tower was the only humiliation left they had planned? Cole coughed and spluttered as Edd forced his jaws wide when he came, forcing his knot to almost pop past the Doberman's fangs as he stretched his jaws painfully with the large bulb of flesh. Unable to control the pressure and suction in his mouth, Edd's salty load hit right at the back of his throat and caused Cole to cough and gag, along with an uncontrolled squirming as he tried to pull back. Something thick popped in under his tail briefly, making the Doberman yelp in surprise, then again when it was just as suddenly tugged free, leaving a new ache under his stub tail to contend with.

"Whoops, can't knot you yet, Princess. Still one more to go..." Ed mocked, leaning over to pant into Cole's ear.

"One more? The fuck am I letting the pledge fuck me..." Cole snarled as Edd also finally withdrew from his maw.

"It's either Eddie fucking you, or Ben gets another turn..." Chauncey piped up, offering Cole the choice for his last round.

"Eddie...I'll take Eddie..." Cole whimpered and replied, his ears laid flat and tail tucking down low at the mere mention of taking Ben10 under it again.

"You chose...wisely..." Ben offered in his best British accent.

Eddie might not have been as big as Ben, but he had a score to settle and he was going to make sure Cole never forgot it either. Flipping the Doberman onto his back and with the aid of his brothers, Eddie left Cole's shoulders down on the blow-up mattress with his legs up high in the air. The youngest German Shepherd sighed in delight as he sunk his eager prick into the well fucked and lubricated arrogant mutts ass. With a couple test strokes, he searched for the correct angle as he watched Cole's face below. At first Cole was confused what Eddie was doing, but the moment he found the correct angle, Cole understood. Eddie was starting to batter at his prostate on every thrust, causing the Doberman's chastity cage to become painfully restrictive as his cock tried to grow in the restrictive confines of the metal cage locked in place.

It didn't take too much of this treatment before Cole began to whimper and beg for mercy, his toes flexing and curling, over and over as the pledge plowed his ass with a vengeance. Everyone in the room watching intently as their alpha whined like a little bitch from their smallest member fucking his ass with determination. Eddie shared a knowing grin with Bryn and Chauncey as he reached down to first undo and remove the chastity cage before the ring about Cole's painfully swollen balls. Eddie gripped Cole's almost instantly hard cock once it was finally free and with only a mere stroke or two, the Doberman began to cum hard. The final part of Eddie's plan came to fruition as he aimed every last shot straight down at Cole's face.

Cole was too lost in his own climax to notice or even feel his own climax being directed at his face. By the time he did notice, it was too late and he'd left a healthy glazing on his cheeks and muzzle from being kept pent up and stimulate for so long. To his horror, someone had found an old Polaroid camera and was leaning down over his face. The bright flash stunning and confusing Cole for a moment before the image was waved about over his face.

"Aww, doesn't our princess look pretty in white?" Ben mocked as he turned the image over to show Cole, just as Eddie gave one last shove of his hips into the Doberman behind to knot him. "Damn, should've taken a snap of that face too!" Ben laughed as Cole squirmed uncomfortably from being tied while the pledge flooded his ass for the last time that night. His ego properly deflated after everything they'd put him through, now also with evidence to back it up, he couldn't deny having been their bitch for an evening. Cole dreaded having to relinquish his alpha dog status, it was the most important thing he had!

Bryn and Chauncey sat down on the sofa to watch as Ed, Edd and Eddie had their go at Cole. Face appeared leaning over the back of the sofa between them, handing them each an open bottle of beer while grinning and giving a nod over at Cole before saying "I love it when a plan comes together." The three cohorts bursting into laughter as Chauncey retrieved the slips of paper from his pants pocket with everyone's names on them, having exchanged them earlier that evening for twelve slips of paper, all with Cole's name when he'd "helped" pick them up.

Ed, Edd and Eddie's revenge plan had worked flawlessly. Though it wasn't hard to get everyone else to go along with it when they all realized that Cole was the only one that never seemed to get picked, he also just so happened to be the one in control of the hat. They might've let him get away with it, if only he hadn't been such an arrogant prick to everyone for simply playing their part in their bonding ritual.