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The first week of classes, there is a local art fair in the arts district right by the campus. I have my camera and a bag with a very basic portfolio of my photos so far, and one that's a bit more risqué. I wonder around looking at the various vendors and enjoy the warm late summer day. I take a few photos of the scenes, people, nothing to write home about. I notice there are a few vendors with their tents adjoining each other, with various pride flags flying on posts at either end of it. I make my way over to scope things out. There are about 10 different vendors, all with different art. Blown glass, paintings, hand made clothing, and a few photographers. I look at the various photographers and a couple of them really catch my attention. They both have several implied nude photos with couples (mostly men, but some lesbian, and straight). Nothing that is wildy inappropriate for this type of event, but border line. There is a selection of photos with guys my age, very twink like and quite petite, with older men and muscle daddies. These begin to make my hole twitch. Again, there is no actual nudity, but everything is implied. I cant take my eyes of of them. The style and compositions are very well done, not to mention the subject matter is right up my alley. "Hey I'm Drew." I hear behind me. "Are you enjoying my collection." "Yes I am. I love the style and your compositions are quite amazing." I turn and see a man, probably in his late 20's with a similar build to me, clearly we're very similar to each other in many ways. He's wearing a pride tank top and a leather bracer that says "Daddy's boi." on his left wrist. We smile at each other as we scope the other out. "Not to mention the subject matter is quite...fascinating." "Are you a student at the university?" "Yes, I'm in my first week actually." "Nice, welcome to town. Do you have your ID on you? There's a group of photographers that have a bit more photo's that would make these look like church paintings in the back, but gotta be 18. If you're interested..." I look over towards the back of the tent and see a sign that says private and another guy sitting next to it. "Um I'd love to." I pull out my ID and Drew looks it over and looks at me. "They're gonna love you..." He hands it back to me and walks me to the other guy and he moves a tent flap and I go back and there's a whole nother area as big as the front with more erotic photos. I make my way through enjoying a lot of the artwork. Theres a bit for everyone it seems. I stop at one photographer's display with several photos of bigger guys, muscle bears, dad bods, chubby guys and such, with twinks. I see that he's won several awards for his work, especially for his use of first person pov among other things. I take his card from the table and move on. I see a table with a sign advertising an erotic art show at a local gay bar. I walk up and there's an older man, probably in his sixties sitting behind the table. I grab a flyer and say a friendly hello. "Are you old enough to be in here, son?" He asks me with a warm smile. "Yes Sir! I'm a couple months past my 18th. I just started classes at the University." I swallow nervously as I'm holding a flyer for the show. He stands up and is towering over me by nearly a foot, and probably has another 120 pounds of weight compared to my 115 pounds. I also note a large bulge in his leather pants. "Well welcome to town. I'm Skip. I own the club hosting the art show. We're primarily a bear bar, but we do have one week night a month where we let the college kids in for a networking event. No booze served obviously. And host artists once a month for the Gallery Hop. But this event is at one of the larger galleries I own. You should come." "Thank you, Sir. I'd love to come!" He smirks, "I be you would...I love your manners, son. I see you have your camera on you. Are you a photographer?" "I am, Sir. Kinda starting out and trying to figure out what I want to do with it. But I've been a hobbyist for a few years, but have gotten a bit more serious with it. Thats one of the things I'm here at school to learn and improve." "Very good. We have 5 amateur photographers that we sponsor for the show, there's typically 10 - 20 total that show here. Theres a couple of prizes for the winners, typically they'll have a best in show amateur that is voted on by the pro's, collectors, and gallery owners. That winner gets a free entry to the big year end Gallery Hop Erotic showcase event. There is also a people's choice amateur that get's to shadow and apprentice under one of four of the photographers here." He points out 3 of the vendors that I havent looked at yet, and the fourth one is the one that captured my eyes, and made my hole twitch before I came to this table. "Would you be interested? I already have 4 other's I'm sponsoring, so you'll need to grab it quick or I'll find someone else today." "I'd love to, Sir." "Your manners go a long way son...Do you have any work I can look at?" I hand him my primary portfolio. He flips through it, studying various photos for a few minutes each. "These won't work, you have anything like what's in here?" He asks as he waves his hands around the room. "Oh, right." I scramble to get my more erotic portfolio out and hand it to him. "This is better....mmmm...very good....nice." He looks through a couple of them. Mostly from art club, drawing class of the nude model that I photographed. "Well, I'm sorry, son, but so far these are good, but not gallery material. I think there is potential, but not this year..." "Wait, Sir..." I flip 3/4's of the way through the portfolio. "My....are these you?" "Yes, Sir. There is an older man in there as well, he's the one that took my virginity." I blush, not sure why I let that out. "Hot. How did you get these so well composed with cum all over your face?" "Hahaha, um I staged the positions before the guys and I...work things out. Once they left, I quickly ran to the other room to shoot it with a remote shutter." "Okay..." He rubs his growing cock. "you're close, but what are you willing to do to help me commit to sponsoring you?" A hunger comes in his eyes. I can't take my eyes of his growing bulge. "Fuck me..." I say under my breath as his cock pulses. "Works for me. Chris, watch the table. I'm going to take...." He looks at me. "Alex, Sir." I realize what's about to happen. "Alex in the back room and fill out some paperwork for the Show." "Have fun." He grabs my hand and pulls me into another part of the tent that opens up into the back of his sprinter van. He has a small be in there with some storage. "It's sound proof." He shuts the door as we get in and I sit on the bed and put my bag and camera down in the front of the van. As I turn around he is only in a leather harness and metal cock ring. "Get to work claiming your entry." I drop to my knees on the bed and take his fat cock in my mouth. "Fuck yes, son. Suck grandpa's cock." I work my way as far as I can, but he's quite thick compared to the handful of guys that I've sucked the past two weeks here. He slides his hand down my shorts and grabs my ass. "Fuck this is nice." He grabs the other cheek and then puts a fat finger on my hole. "So tight." He pushes his finger into me and I moan on his cock. I take his cock out of my mouth and bury my nose in his bush at the base of his cock and sack. I lick and suck on his gray hair covered balls. "God, your cock and balls are so fucking hot!" I say as I lick and sniff his manhood. "Am I the oldest you've been fuck by?" "Yes, Sir." "Fuck yes!" He pushes my shorts down and sees that I'm just in a dark pink jock strap. "Grandpa loves breeding boi pussy. Enough of your mouth. I'm going to destroy your hole." "Please grandpa! Breed me with your fat old cock." He spins me around and spits on my hole and pushes two fingers in and spits again. "Fuck this is gonna hurt at first." He barely warns me before he pushes his cock head against my hole. I scream into the mattress as he invades me. "God I wish I was off my meds for this." He says as he puts his body weight on my ass and drives his cock deep to the hilt. He holds his position to let me get use to his girth. He slowly back out of me, one inch at a time, then pushes back in a half an inch, repeating until his purple old man mushroom it pushing against the inside of my sphincter. He spits again on his fat cock and slowly pushes back in to the hilt. He repeat this for a few minutes, until the pain subsides and I push back on his member. "That's my boy..." He grabs my hips with both hands and begins to pull me onto him as he pushes into me. Using me like a life size fleshlight. He throws me around in several positions fucking me like there is no tomorrow. I'm moaning and screaming like a whore. I cum three times hands free before he puts all his weight on me in missionary and kisses me passionately as he fills my bowels with his old cum.

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Chapter 7: Raisin' Bran Bran didn’t stop running. The house felt wrong—too quiet, too large, every hallway stretched just a little longer than it should have. His bare feet slapped against the floor as he tore through the second-floor hall, breath ragged, heart hammering so hard it hurt. Somewhere behind him, he could hear movement. Not frantic. Not chasing. Walking. That terrified him more than anything. He burst into his bedroom and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame, fumbling with the lock even though he already knew it wouldn’t matter. His hands shook as he crossed the room in three strides and threw himself at the window. “Come on—come on—” he hissed, yanking at the frame. It didn’t budge. The cold had contracted it tight, the wood warped just enough to trap it in place. He shoved harder, ignoring the pain in his palms, panic climbing up his throat. Outside, the snowstorm raged—white and violent and unreachable. “Fuck!” he shouted. He spun and bolted into the attached bathroom, nearly slipping on the tile as he lunged for the second window. Same result. Frozen shut. No give at all. For a moment, he just stood there, chest heaving, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were wild. His face was pale. He looked like someone already being hunted. A sound came from the bedroom. Soft. Deliberate. Footsteps. Bran backed away from the window slowly, dread sinking deep into his gut. His mind raced—stairs, front door, anything—but he already knew the truth before he acted on it. They were everywhere. He rushed back into the bedroom—and stopped dead. Derek stood in the doorway. Lighting a cigar expertly and blowing the smoke out at the flame on the tip before looking at Bran. Naked. Relaxed. Smiling. Behind him, filling the hall, were the others. Noah. Evan. Paul. Zach. All of them unclothed, unashamed, eyes completely black, expressions eerily calm. Bran’s breath caught. “Guys,” he said hoarsely, hands raised. “Guys—what the hell is this?” They didn’t answer. He tried authority first. Reflex. “I’m the president,” he said. “This isn’t funny. You need to fucking let go.” Derek frowned slightly, like he was considering something. For a heartbeat, Bran felt hope spark. Then Derek spoke. “Bran… That doesn’t matter anymore.” The words landed flat and absolute. “We serve the Alpha now,” Derek continued. “And whatever the Alpha asks for… it gets.” The brothers stepped forward together. Bran turned to run. Bran lunged for the hall. And he didn’t make it three steps. Hands caught him before he’d taken a full step—too many, too strong. He twisted and slammed an elbow back on instinct, felt it connect with something solid, but it didn’t slow them. Not even a little. The brothers moved with quiet coordination, grips firm and practiced, like they’d done this together before. “Stop—wait—” Bran gasped, thrashing as panic took over. “Derek, listen to me—this isn’t you!” Derek stepped in close, calm as ever, eyes empty. He didn’t touch Bran at first—just watched him struggle. “You’re wasting energy,” Derek said. “You’ll need it for what’s about to happen...” That was when Noah moved. Bran barely saw it happen. A wet sound, a sharp chemical stink—and then something warm and viscous struck his face. It burned and tingled at the same time, crawling across his skin and seeping into his senses. His breath hitched violently as dizziness slammed into him. “No—no—” he tried to say, but the words tangled and fell apart. His legs buckled. The room tilted. The brothers caught him before he hit the floor, lifting him effortlessly as his vision blurred at the edges. The world felt too bright and too dim at the same time, like his brain couldn’t agree on what it was seeing. “Easy,” someone murmured—Paul, maybe. The voice sounded pleased. They carried him down the stairs. Bran fought to stay awake, counting steps, biting his tongue until he tasted blood. The living room lights swam into view, wreckage blurring together—broken decorations, overturned furniture, the tree shattered on the floor. At the center of it all, sitting on the couch in the same spot he had been hours earlier, was the Alpha. Bran felt it before he saw it. Pressure settled over him, heavy and absolute, pressing down on his thoughts until even fear struggled to take shape. They tossed him forward carelessly, and he hit the floor at the Alpha’s feet, breath knocked from his lungs. He looked up. Ty sat beside the Alpha, close—too close—watching with an eager, empty expression. One massive hand rested on Ty’s head possessively, stroking like you would an obedient animal. Ty smiled dreamily and pushed his head against his hand. Bran’s stomach dropped. “No,” he whispered. “Ty… what the fuck did they do to you?” Ty didn’t answer. He just smiled. The brothers formed a loose circle around them, blocking every path out. The Alpha regarded Bran silently, head tilted, studying him like a curiosity it had already claimed. Bran realized then—with a sick, sinking certainty—that this wasn’t about punishment. This was about finishing something. The Alpha rested a massive hand on Ty’s head. Ty stiffened, then relaxed, eyes turning fully black as if something heavy had settled into him. When he spoke, the voice that came out was not entirely his—layered, resonant, echoing faintly in Bran’s skull. “Tonight,” Ty said, smiling, voice deepening into something evil, “you will be the last, Bran Coletti.” Bran shook his head weakly, trying to push himself backward, but hands pinned him in place. Christmas lights snapped tight around his wrists and ankles, their bulbs warm against his skin, pulsing faintly as if alive. “I will watch,” Ty continued, his voice cold and ancient sounding. “As each of your brothers will give you their attention.” The words slid into Bran’s mind like hooks. He thrashed again, muscles screaming, but the circle only tightened. “No,” Bran gasped. “Why—why are you doing this? To me?” The Alpha finally moved. It leaned its head slightly to one side, studying him with something like mild curiosity. When it answered, the voice bypassed Bran’s ears entirely and pressed straight into his thoughts. Because you invited us. Images flickered behind Bran’s eyes: the basement door. The cold. The storm. The latch left loose. A host opens the door, the Alpha continued calmly. A good host accepts what follows. Bran’s breath broke into an angry sob. “I didn’t know,” he whispered. “I didn’t—please— Fucking let me go!” He spat upward in a last, desperate act of defiance. A hand struck his face hard enough to snap his head sideways. “Show some damn respect,” Derek said sharply, puffing on the cigar, standing over him now. “The more you fight, the worse this gets. Keep it up and he’ll make you more brainless than Ty.” Bran tasted blood. His ears rang. He looked up through watering eyes and saw Ty watching him closely. Ty frowned at Derek for a moment—confused—then smiled again and nodded, pleased. “It’s not so bad, though,” Ty said softly, before shyly looking up at the Alpha. “It’s nice being close to the Alpha. I’m his pretty boy, he likes touching me best. I like when he plays with my mind and makes me feel good. He likes hearing my voice talk for him, too. He’s a good master.” The words broke something inside Bran. The Alpha’s presence pressed harder, its attention sharpening. You will endure more than the others, it told him. That is the price of being first among them. Hands closed in again. First, he felt as Nate slowly kneeled behind him, pulling hard on the lights binding his wrist as he slammed as hard as he could deep into Bran’s ass, making him scream out in agony. He tried to pull away, look at anywhere else in the room, when Noah grabbed his hair painfully and pulled his head up to face the Alpha, who quietly watched and relaxed back, legs spread as he gently pet Ty’s head, guiding him gently to his groin and rumbling with pleasure as Ty began to deepthroat his cock. Without warning, he heard as Noah let out a gasp and slammed hard several more times as his ass began to flood with cum, Noah calmly licking and biting his neck. With a wet plop, he felt as Noah pulled out, and finally able to move his head, he looked down and saw a foul looking puddle of black cum begin to drip out of his ass and onto the hardwood floors. He watched as Derek, his former vice president, patted his younger cousin proudly on the shoulder, gently running a finger on his forehead and smiling as they ran over two strange protuberances. Derek motioned at one of his brothers, and a half empty box of cigars was brought forward, with Derek smiling and reaching in, cutting it expertly and smelling the stick of tobacco. He held it out towards Bran with a smile. “Want one, man?” Derek asked, puffing hard on the one in his own mouth, “Makes this a lot fucking easier.” “Fuck you man…. Fuck you,” Bran growled out, watching as Derek simply shrugged and shoved the cigar into his own mouth and lit it up, inhaling hard and blowing a thick cloud of smoke in his face, chuckling darkly as Bran began to cough and tear up. Quietly, Bran watched as the other brothers surged forward, each grabbing their own cigar and lighting one up, puffing happily and murmuring their thanks to Derek, before blowing thick clouds of smoke at his face. Suddenly, he felt Derek plunged deep inside his ass, groaning happily. “Yeah, bitch, fucking take my pig meat,” he groaned, fucking him hard and fast like a jackhammer, making him tear up and cry from the brutal assault on his ass. For several minutes it continued, Derek slapping his ass and asking him if he wanted him to knock his privileged ass up. Suddenly, he paused, looking over at the second largest creature standing behind the Alpha’s right shoulder. “Can I shoot my pig load in him now, Daddy?” Derek asked, taking slow long strokes inside him like he was waiting for permission to shoot. One nod from the creature and suddenly he felt as Derek slammed hard and deep inside him, releasing a massive load inside him. Derek suddenly smacked his ass hard. “Fucking milk that load out, whore,” Derek muttered, groaning as Bran’s ass tightened involuntarily as he pulled out, “And don’t let me catching you losing a single drop of that dirty jizz.” Bran let out a pitiful sob, feeling humiliated at the way his former friend was talking to him as a strange feeling slowly started to course through him. He shook his head, fighting the feeling as he felt Derek shove him forward and Evan stepped forward next, a case of beer in his hands as he handed each brother a bottle. Evan towered over him, somehow with a branch from the tree in his hand and began to smack his back and ass with it, his skin burning as the skin began to get scraped and scratched. Suddenly, his frat brothers let out a collective sigh and each one began to piss on him, showering him with warm, acrid urine. It sprayed in his face and on his skin, with Evan aiming almost expertly as his hole before plunging deep inside and filling him up with more piss inside. He wanted to scream and cry, beg for them to stop when Evan let out a huge groan as he, too, unloaded his foul cum inside. Suddenly, Evan pulled out and he felt as his ass erupted out in a torrent of piss and black cum on the floor. Paul knelt beside him, actually seeming to comfort him, telling him gently to let it all out, to relax, to breathe. He looked up and almost for a second though maybe Paul would help him. “Chop… please… help me get out of here. They can’t fight against all of us,” Bran begged, thinking maybe Chop was actually on his side. “Sorry, man… this is going to happen. I’ll make it feel good for you though. I promise…” Paul said, sighing sadly, as he hocked up a large ball of spit in his mouth, and spit squarely on his hole before crawling behind him and slowly began to shove his too-sharp nailed fingers into his ass. “FUCK! NO FUCK!” Bran screamed, feeling as more and more fingers stretched him out painfully, “I’M NOT GONNA GET FISTED BY A FAGGOT PIECE OF SHIT LIKE YOU!” Suddenly, he felt as the Alpha’s mind grabbed his and squeezed painfully. We don’t like that word. You’ll pay for saying it, Ty and the Alpha echoed coldly, as Paul let out an angry sigh, his fist shoving hard into his ass and stretching his anus to accompany the massive hand. Bran screamed, cursed, begged—his voice growing hoarse as the Alpha allowed the pain to crest, then suddenly withdrew it all at once. The silence afterward was worse than the agony, leaving him shaking, drooling, barely conscious. He lay there, humiliated and broken, mind slipping. Ty approached him again, black eyes shining with devotion. When he spoke, the Alpha spoke with him. “Submit,” the voice said gently. “Or be emptied of everything that defines you...” Bran sobbed openly now, tears streaking down his face. His resistance crumbled under the weight of it—fear, betrayal, the awful certainty that he was truly alone. He nodded. The Alpha’s satisfaction rolled through him like a tide. Bran’s nod felt like betrayal even to himself. The Alpha’s presence swelled at once, filling the room like a pressure front rolling in. Sound dulled. Light flattened. The circle of brothers tightened, their silhouettes steady and patient, as if they’d been waiting for this exact moment. Good, the Alpha said, the word settling into Bran’s mind like a weight. He felt as Paul began to punch fuck him, the pain in his ass screaming in pain until he felt Paul press several fingers hard on his prostate, slowly massaging the gland from inside him, making him gasp and moan in confusion as he felt more of the Alpha’s presence flood his mind. Eventually, Paul pulled his hand out with a wet sound and shove his dick inside him and cum hard, Paul’s meaty hands firmly gripping his hips and fucking him back against him. Last, Zach stepped forward, cigar glowing in his mouth as he forced Bran, now shaking uncontrollably, back into a sitting position, and began to dig his nails into his skin and scratch his lean chest hard, leaving welts of blood as the other frat brothers stood before him and began to shoot ribbon after ribbon onto his skin, each shot dribbling into his cuts, into his eyes, into his hair… and making the burn as Zach forced his mouth open and shot a load into his mouth. With a firm, clawed hand, he felt as Zach closed his mouth and leaned forward. “Swallow it, bitch boy,” Zach said, grinning evilly, “Drink my tainted seed down like a good slut.” Bran complied, his mind feeling broken, unable to do anything but comply. Hands adjusted his restraints—methodical, practiced. The Christmas lights hummed softly, warmth spreading where they touched, making it harder to tell where his body ended and the bindings began. Bran tried to focus on something—anything—to hold himself together. His name. His title. His rules. They slid away from him. The Alpha leaned closer, and Bran felt his thoughts being sorted—lifted, examined, discarded. Fear surged, then drained. Anger flickered, then dimmed. Pride cracked and crumbled. The process was not hurried. It was careful. These pieces will not serve, the Alpha decided. Bran cried out as the pressure spiked again—every nerve lighting at once—then vanished, leaving him hollow and trembling. He gasped for breath that felt too thin to matter. Somewhere nearby, someone laughed softly. Someone else murmured approval. The Alpha withdrew the pain again, just as abruptly as it had come. Bran sagged, drooling, eyes unfocused. The absence of sensation was worse than the pain had been. It made room for something else to settle in. Listen very carefully to me, the Alpha said, and Bran did. He couldn’t help it. What remains of you can still choose. Choose ease. Choose belonging. Or I will remove the rest and leave you as nothing but a drooling husk. Images pressed in—his brothers transforming alongside him, skin turning black, large horns sprouting out of their heads. Muscles growing that no amount of work in the gym would be able to produce. Their cocks lengthening and thickening, balls growing massive. His mind stalled at the idea, strangely pleased that this would be what was waiting for him. The idea of resistance felt heavy and pointless. The idea of letting go felt… simple. Ty stepped into his view, smiling with uncomplicated devotion. He didn’t threaten. He didn’t plead. He just watched, content until the Alpha spoke through him. “Just give in. Join us and it can all be yours.” Bran’s last defenses faltered. He felt as his cock suddenly hardened, his body humming pleasantly as he felt something inside him shift. He looked down and saw the black spiderweb of veins spreading out of each scratch… the puddle of piss and black cum from his ass on the ground no longer looking repugnant and instead… inviting. Even tasty. The Alpha’s satisfaction was immediate and complete. There, it said. Now you understand. Bran’s breathing slowed. His thoughts smoothed. The frantic edges of panic dulled into a blank, receptive calm. He was still aware—enough to know something essential had slipped away—but the urge to reach for it was gone. The room steadied. The circle relaxed. And Bran, no longer fighting, waited for what came next. The Alpha waited. That, more than anything, broke what was left of Bran. No rushing. No spectacle. Just the unbearable certainty that the moment would happen whether he moved or not. The pressure in his head eased slightly—not enough to free him, only enough to make thinking feel like wading through syrup instead of fire. Come willingly, the Alpha said, voice settling deep and heavy inside Bran’s skull. Or be carried. Bran swallowed. His throat felt raw. He looked around the room one last time—at the wreckage, at the shadows, at the brothers he no longer recognized. Ty met his eyes and smiled with simple, unthinking contentment, as if nothing in the world was wrong. Something in Bran finally gave way. He nodded again. Slower this time. Deliberate. Hands loosened the bindings. Someone helped him upright. The room swayed, but he stayed standing, guided forward step by careful step. Each movement felt like surrendering another piece of himself, not all at once, but in small, irreversible increments. Slowly he kneeled down in front of the Alpha and nervously took its massive cock deep into his throat and sucked it, reverently cupping a ball in each hand and groaning at the weight of each in his hand. The Alpha gently grabbed his head and shoved it down, shooting a load down his throat before pulling his head up and nodded. He suddenly felt the urge to stand up and climb onto the Alpha’s lap, and in one solid motion pierced himself to the core on the cock, fucking himself as hard as he could on it until with a deep growl, the Alpha shot again in his ass, black cum flooding him and filling him up in a way he never realized he needed. With one final slam down, he felt as his cock erupted and began to coat the Alpha’s body in his uncorrupted seed. The Alpha’s presence enveloped him completely. Thoughts that had once defined him—responsibility, authority, pride—were lifted and peeled away. Memories blurred, not erased, just made distant and unimportant. The frantic need to resist dulled into a quiet, obedient calm. Good boy, the Alpha said, satisfaction rippling outward. Bran felt himself accepting what he was being shaped into—not because it was right, but because the idea of fighting no longer made sense. The house felt steadier now. Warmer. Whole. He watched as his fellow frat brothers surged forward, licking his untainted cum off the black skin… his mind flooded with pleasure, enjoying watching his brothers consume the last pure part of him as he continued to feel his body painfully empty itself of the cum, set on giving that remaining part of himself to fuel their conversion. His strength gave out at last. The world tilted. Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision, soft and inevitable. As consciousness slipped away, Bran’s final clear thought wasn’t fear. It was relief.