He was just trying out for the Team mascot. He needed a sports credit, and had zero interest in football and all the rest. But when the Team Captain had him put on the old stained jersey, and then slipped the pup hood over his head, the electronics in the hood got to work. Soon enough, his thoughts slowed down. He didn't know who he was, where he was. All he knew was that he needed cum. Horny, needy, he got on all fours, looking around at the slabs of jock meat around him. The Frat flag behind him, Phi Upsilon Xi, looked patriotic. It made him happy. Slowed him down even more. He looked down and saw the American flag speedo on his tightening ass and felt proud. Proud and horny. He whimpered, and the Captain smirked. He knew he had the new guy right where he wanted him.
"Bros," the Captain said, looking around at the full Team in uniform, already rubbing their growing bulges. "We got ourselves a bitch tonight!"
Cheers rang out. The newly created patriotic Football pup glowed with warmth and pride, knowing he would soon have their jock poles down his holes and get the cum he so desperately needed. And the Team knew full well that they didn't just have a bitch for tonight-- this jock pup was gonna be their bitch forever.
