Julian couldn't remember who first came up with the idea. In retrospect, maybe he should have thought more about that.
Of course, there wasn't anything particularly surprising about it. After all, No Nut November was common enough, even for the College of Arcane Studies. And a dare was always fun in the scholarly stuffiness of the school. All the guys got into it. Why not? It could be fun. They could last a month without cumming.
And, of course, it being a school of arcane wizardry, why not have a more... interesting punishment for those who couldn't make it?
But it was the girls who came up with that. Wrote it on the scroll every male student signed, laughing and nudging each other. Written in a script that no one could quite read.
And Julian was thinking a lot about that, and had been even while Lewis cajoled him into signing.
"Come on!" the other student said, dressed in the same formal blue robe as Julian. "It'll be fun! And I mean really, what's so wrong about a punishment game? The girls are all into it. Whoever teases the boy into cumming first will get to make him obey her for the whole month. But if he lasts, he'll get to choose any girl and she'll have to obey him! What's the problem?"
"I dunno," Julian said, trying to laugh it off, even though he felt queasy with unease at the scroll laid out on the table before them. "It just seems kinda... vague, don't you think?"
"Works for me! If the girls knew half of the things I'd ask them to do, they'd never agree. Eh?" he said, nudging Julain in the side as he took up a pen and scrawled his name.
And Julian supposed that was true. More than a few of the male students were ogling the female ones. Eighteen to twenty-six was a prime time in a young man's life, and the girls were in the very flower of their beauty.
Yet, as Julian wrote his name and watched the lettering crackle, burning into the parchment, he still felt uncertain. First thing you learned in magic was not to take anything for granted.
But really, how bad could it be?
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Julian noticed the change in the girls quickly. Everyone did. Suddenly, the familiar obscuring blue robes were gone. Every female student wore short skirts and tight tops. Had their lips rouged and eyelids low, fluttering promises to the increasingly distractible boys. Julian found himself having a hard time concentrating in class. Surrounded by giggling girls. Low cut dresses. Teasing breasts. Women who took every opportunity to show off their curves. Flip up a skirt. It was maddening.
Julian lost count of the number of times he saw a girl sitting in a male student's lap, the boy red faced as the beauty ground her breasts against his chest, her ass upon his crotch. Whispering sweet promises in his ear if he'd only go with her. Go somewhere private. Give her a minute.
"Stud."
It was a word Julian was hearing more of every day. Repeated in hushed, teasing tones when male students suddenly seemed to vanish from class. Just one of many changes coming over the school.
Julian had never seen a man wearing a collar, let alone leashed like a puppy. But he started seeing it a lot.
It made him nervous. The other guys were still laughing, joking, but Julian noticed less and less were around to do it. And more and more of them were now obediently trotting at the heels of the lovely female students, ogling them, worshipping them with their eyes and lips at any opportunity.
And the pool dwindled.
For a time, Julian couldn't walk by the bathroom without hearing the moaning of a female student. The groaning of a male.
"Yes! Yes! Give it to me, stud! Gimme that cum! Cum for me, stud! Cum for meeeeee!"
"Fuuuuck! Mistresssssss!"
But it was when he no longer heard those sounds that he actually began to worry. For the hunt continued. Grew more predatory. More focused. Soon, a further change came over the once quiet halls. It wasn't uncommon to come across a female student, with her skirt hiked over the head of a kneeling male, her hips rocking as she rode his tongue, her hand tugging on a leash, drawing him deeper into her pussy. Some girls were followed by two or more boys.
"Did you see my stud?" he heard a pair of girls in passing. "Got him the first week."
"Naughty you! You shoulda waited. All the boys from the first week are squirters. You should've gone for one of the ones who lasted!"
"There's still time, you know."
"Not for long."
They fell silent when they saw him, but Julian felt their eyes burning into the back of his head as he left them behind. Their hushed conversation resuming in earnest.
And his cock throbbing with need.
And yet, Julian still felt that things would be sorted. That this was odd, yes, but not so strange. College was weird. Arcane school even more so. One didn't study in a place whose syllabus included 'Thermatological Applications of Tentacles 101' and be prudish. And besides, he was very busy. He studied hard. Came here to learn and expand his mind. Fashions shift in the college scene fast. Obscuring robes to revealing jockstraps wasn't the strangest. Probably.
No, he didn't bother with it too much.
Until he saw Lewis kneeling at the end of a leash.
For a moment Julian could only stare at the other man, robe gone, replaced with leather straps and a pair of dog ears. His eyes filled with adoration for the lovely woman holding his leash.
"L-Lewis!"
"Oh, friend of yours?"
He'd finally looked at who held that leash. Beatrice. Lovely Beatrice in a short skirt and top so tight it revealed her toned midriff and the bumps of nipples. Her blonde hair lay short around her head, her eyes lidded, teasing, her figure perky and firm. Short, but she towered over the glassy eyed Lewis.
"What... what's wrong with him?" Julian asked.
"Nothing at all," Beatrice said, laughing gently behind her hand. "Poor stud ended up cumming for me, and I got to make a request."
"What? That he be your dog?"
"Oh no. He chose that."
"Why the hell would he do that?"
"Hm?" Beatrice said, stepping nearer, her firm breasts bouncing in her tight top as she looked up at him. "Curious, Julian? I bet you are. Well, if you really want to know, why not visit my room tonight, and me and my cute doggy stud will show you some real fun."
"Woof!" Lewis barked, nuzzling Beatrice's hand as she fondly petted his head.
