Pleasure Prof
Hey yall! This is my first post ever on here so bare with me on some of the upload stuff. This was a commission from Grifterwolf (FA: user/grifterwolf)
Both chars Allen and Brock ar copywritten to me
Story by Grifterwolf
Enjoy!!
The glow from the television illuminated Allen's room as the world outside moved on to a very late night hour. Lazily, the lion flipped through the stations of static and boring shows, hoping for something to watch. It was Saturday night, and he was stuck at home after plans to go with his friends to a tavern fell through, and he began to realize why he hadn't sat in front of the boob tube since he was fifteen.
Flicking to a channel 472, a traditional porno channel flashed into view, briefly garnering the lion's attention. He watched as two women made out, fondling each other as close shots of their tongues invading the others' mouth let off an excessive amount of saliva to the beat of a ditzy jazz soundtrack as the camera panned down their bodies which twined together in several unnecessary and unneeded closeups of their nether regions. The lion looked down at his boxers and placed his hand on his crotch; nothing. He didn't really understand why women having sex or even watching a straight porn had no effect on him. Generally when his friends would pull out one of their movies, he'd have to sit there and pretend the moaning, screaming women on the screen were actually a turn on to him, and he never really understood why. Woman on woman sex he was totally lost to as he rubbed his forehead in frustration and switched to another channel.
Turning the TV off, he groaned and rubbed his face between his hands, looking out toward the hall. His roommates had left hours ago to visit their own girlfriends for a party on campus, but Allen would rather stay in. He always felt awkward at these parties, especially if some random girl came up to him and asked him to dance or tried to strike up a conversation with him. He was often very shy and didn't know much to say, it wasn't like girls were some sort of weird alien creatures trying to eat him, but he knew usually their conversations had motives that led to even more awkward situations. He didn't think he was ready to admit his suspicions to his friends just yet, the reason why girls were such a mystery to him seemed clearer shortly after leaving for college when he accidentally caught one of the massively muscular jocks jacking off in the locker room stall one afternoon.
He stood up and shook his head, no way he could be gay. He'd know it by now, wouldn't he? He jiggled his mouse and brought his screen to life, and sat down in front of it. He pulled his phone out and opened the mailbox he'd made for mmmates.com and checked it, there were several replies to his profile. Statements like "Hey stud" and "I wanna put all tht junk in my trunk" weren't necessarily the best responses. Allen had taken a big chance for this site, if someone recognized his pictures he would be in so much hot water.
Clicking to his favorites he found one of his newest favorite pages which brought up a splash screen for "Smokin' Daddies" the picture of an older wolf with a scruffy mane of hair flexing a single arm under the "ENTER" button. The makeup of the random picture was flawless and made Allen smirk a bit, a cross strapped leather harness and a muscular body that cut off the screen just at the end of his exposed treasure trail. The image instantly produced results that a straight porn never could and Allen clutched the tent that suddenly sprang up in his shorts. He didn't know what turned him on so hastily with this site, but he definitely found something his body liked. He pulled the elastic band of his underwear down as he clicked on the entry link, he'd subscribed to the site a little more than a week ago, and it never failed, every single time he had to let off some steam. The first video was a rather audible one, a massive bear having his way with a wolf pup who whimpered and moaned as the older man fucked him relentlessly. Shoving his face into the wall while the audible slapping of his stomach against the wolf's rump became louder and faster.
Some of the videos were twenty to fifty minutes long, Allen had gotten into a habit of watching a few moments, then skipping ahead a few scenes to watch the money shots. He hadn't gotten off in several days, every time he came close something would generally interrupt him, a chat would pop up, or his alarm would sound that it was time to get to class or--
Allen froze at the sound of the door opening outside. Quickly he exited the site and logged off, he'd been very productive after only a few minutes of jacking off, his hand was soaked and the scent of salty seed was hanging heavily in the room. He got up and threw himself into his bed, shoving his moistened hand under his pillow as the door clicked open. His roommate moved away from the door, leaving it somewhat ajar as the voices of the house's guests filled his room. There was no way he'd be able to finish now; he got... somewhat involved in his orgasms. He wriggled under his covers the smell the only thing keeping his erection alive now as he whimpered and closed his eyes to get some sleep.
Monday morning didn't come fast enough for Allen, his roommates stayed in almost the entire day Sunday entertaining their girlfriends, he couldn't find enough errands to run to keep out of the house. Strolling into class with a lavender with blue pinstriped button up shirt open with a dark blue tanktop underneath it and a pair of jeans, Allen tended to follow the popular trends and add his own twists to them. His gold colored fur and darker brownish mane that fell down his shoulders proved to be a perfect coordination to the light color of his clothes as he walked through the hall. He wasn't massively built, in fact he was more slender than muscular, but it didn't keep the girls from staring at him and making comments behind his back for him to clearly hear their interest.
Turning to enter his class, Allen tended to find the most distant seats and sink down to avoid being called on. He sat at his regular desk and pulled his Psychology book out of his bag, as he cracked it open he glanced at the professor at the front of the room rifling through the contents of the desk before him. Allen immediately did a double take.
"Who in the hell is that?" He asked.
"Substitute teacher." The vixen in front of Allen responded. "Professor Mannix called out today, I guess."
Allen suddenly wished she would call out every day, he deftly placed his hand on his chest for a moment in case someone could hear his heart skip a beat; the teacher up front was a rabbit, but not like anyone he'd seen before, he had a light brown covering of fur and looked quite large. His arms filled his suit jacket, regarding some kind of incredible build, he nearly swooned aloud when the rabbit took his jacket off, revealing filled short sleeves on his polo shirt. His gut filled the shirt, but it looked tight, solid, like a mass of flesh that actually separated his body and not some old guy's melding of blubber around his waist. He pulled off a pair of rimmed glasses as the class filled up and placed them on his podium.
"Come on in, come on and sit down." He said in a surprisingly low, bass voice that caused a few of the students to look up. He knew how he sounded, Allen watched the man suppress a smile. "My name is Professor Halloway, but my students tend to call me Brock." He said. "I suppose having a teacher named "Brock Halloway" is amusing to some of you guys." He chuckled and looked up at the class.
"Hey Allen." One of the students beside him slapped the lion on the shoulder and showed him a very familiar picture on a very familiar website. "Nice cock there fag. You wanna come over and suck on mine a little?"
There was a sudden burst of laughter from the students immediately around them, the lion's heckles rose, he could feel the fur bristling on the inside of his fur as he snarled and let out a powerful roar, tackling the jock out of his chair. The two exchanged blows, but Allen clearly had the upper hand until he received a kick to his side and immediately turned the tables. The larger feline punching Allen hard and making him taste blood. Allen kicked the cat off him and threw himself into the other student, the pair slammed against the wall, but the two of them were forcibly interrupted as the rabbit, roaring in anger grabbed the pair of them by their necks and threw them apart.
"SIT DOWN!" Brock demanded, punching his hand on a desk hard enough to make the solid wood snap in half, shocking himself as well as the students who ran up next to him. "Both of you! See me IMMEDIATELY after class, or so help me I will call the police and have them sort this out? Do you understand?!" He barked at Allen.
"Yes... sir..." Allen responded, trying to bring his breathing back under control.
"Do you understand?" He snapped his glance at the cat who glared at the professor in response. Brock would have none of that and grabbed the student by the collar. "Do you?!" He said, his voice sounding so threatening that it sent chills down the lion's back.
"Yessir..." The cat responded after a moment's pause.
"Good. Now get back to your seats." Brock answered.
As promised, when the class ended and everyone was let out, Allen remained in his desk while the large black cat Evan was grabbed at the door by Brock and returned to his seat, roughly being dropped into it like a rag doll. "Sit down." He said angrily and looked between the two, now minding cuts and bruises on their lips and faces. "Alright, I'm going to be straight with you, Professor Mannix is retiring and I was elected to take her place. I am not going to allow fighting between my students. Now what happened?"
"It's his fault!" Evan snapped angrily. "This little pervert faggot's been showing his pictures online for anyone to see!" He handed the professor the phone, with the lion's picture displayed.
The rabbit's blue eyes looked in disdain at the cat. "Boy. Don't think you know the meaning of a word by spouting it off like that." He uttered in a low voice as he glanced at the phone, his eyes turned to Allen. "Have you been advertising yourself like this?"
"N-no, sir." Allen shook his head. "I didn't think you could just look up pictures like that on a dating site."
"I'm familiar with the site." He said examining the phone before turning the picture off and handing it to Evan. "You only see the profile pictures from a registered account."
"I used an alias address... and a false name how--"
"Evan. You aren't in high school anymore, I can't hold you at detention after your classes, but I can recommend that you... both of you work this out or so help me I will make sure that neither of you set foot in my classroom for the rest of the semester. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir." Both of them responded.
"And if I have to break up another fight between the two of you I won't blink to have you both arrested. You got me?"
"Yes sir." Both repeated with a cautious glance at each other.
"Alright, get out of here." The rabbit said, waving his hand at them. "Honestly, like I'm dealing with twelve year olds..." He sighed as he started down toward the center of the room.
Evan had already burst angrily through the door, but Allen stopped and looked at the professor. Descending the steps he cleared his throat. "I hope I didn't ruin your first day." He said.
The rabbit shook his head. "Nah, you made it exciting." He rubbed his neck. "Albeit... a little stressful." He sighed. "You be careful about kids like him though, Allen. Not everyone would appreciate the lifestyle."
"I wouldn't call it a lifestyle really." Allen answered awkwardly.
Brock chuckled a bit. "Well a site like m-m mates isn't exactly the kind of place you find a pretty girlfriend, Allen."
"It's not I just--" He blew some air from his lips. "Nevermind."
"Still coming to grips with it, huh? You know it's not evil."
"It's not exactly normal though." Allen objected.
"It's more normal than you'd think. Hey, I have an idea to help make up for your little outburst today, Allen. Why don't you come by my house tonight? I could really use a hand in getting notes together to catch up with the class, find out where we're at."
"Mm, sure. Let me get your address or your number."
"No problem, I've already sent you a private message with it through mmates." He smirked. "Maybe we can have some dinner or something?"
"Oh!" Allen blushed, realizing the professor was fraternizing with him. "Y-yeah, that sounds like fun."
"See you tonight then." The rabbit smiled.
Allen's afternoon seemed to breeze by, the remainder of his classes dull and uninteresting as his mind kept on wandering toward that big rabbit. He'd never seen a bunny grow so large, he had a solid mass under that skin. Allen thought maybe in his youth, Brock could have been a wrestler of some sort, he definitely didn't look like he'd had a scholastic childhood. By the time the last bell rang he was so hard with anticipation he couldn't stand up.
Rushing back to his dorm, Allen threw his jacket on the chair and quickly logged on to retrieve his messages. Sixty-three messages during the day, his profile was spreading out like wildfire, but which one would- he paused as his mouse headed over "PleasurProf" and clicked it.
"Not every day I see a handsome cat like you stroll in my classroom, I'd like to get to know you better. My address is at 55 Meldrom Lane, see you at six. 298-3142"
Allen practically melted into his chair, he looked at the clock, it was a quarter past four already, he had to get showered and dressed.
After his shower, Allen dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a v-neck tee shirt. Slipping a black leather vest over his shoulders he admired himself a few moments in the mirror before adding some cologne to his neck before taking off. His watch read five thirty when he made his way down Meldrom Lane. He hoped he wasn't intruding on Brock for showing up a bit early, he concentrated to keep the desire and curiosity in his pants at a minimum. He'd never had sex, not even with a girl... he groaned as he realized that sex was the only reason he was so interested in going over. He put his hands on his head, what if the professor didn't want sex at all? What if he really wanted him over to help with class notes? Could he really go all out for a man he'd just met, just to experiment with what he knew he wanted?
The lion paused at the door. His lips wriggled in thought for a moment; that was the first moment he was really ready to admit he might be gay. His knuckles hovered over the door, he was frozen in the whole idea at what lay beyond it. He knocked without really trying and he rocked back on his feet nervously.
"Come on in!" He heard Brock's voice from inside. "Didn't expect you here so early, Allen!"
Allen turned the latch and pushed the door open, feeling a warm rush of air as he stepped inside. "Hello? Professor Halloway? Hell-mmph!"
The sudden pressure of a body grabbing ahold of the lion's chest and slamming him back against the door. Allen heard the door close as the larger rabbit shoved his tongue into Allen's mouth. Allen inhaled sharply and let out a soft moan as he felt the rabbit's gut and body press harder against him. His tongue rolling along the lion's teeth as their combined breath fogged up the professor's glasses. It seemed like an eternity before their lips broke, and even then, the grinning rabbit's fingers caressed the lion's upper chest. He cleared his throat and breathed deeply. "Huh--s-sorry about that." He said. "I kind of wanted to... ease you int-into that, but you were early, I hadn't even started getting ready. And I really couldn't help myself."
"N-no... it's okay." Allen said, breathing deeply to try and lower his racing heart. "I didn't mind that. Not at all."
"Oh?" The rabbit's smile returned, he leaned his gut and pressed the tent in his trousers against the lion's own. "I'm glad I'm a good host then."
"Uhm... Professor--"
"Brock. Just call me Brock." The rabbit winked.
Allen reset his train of thought. "Brock--uhm... could you--It's just that I really liked the way you--" His voice didn't need to carry another syllable as the rabbit's muzzle plowed into his like a tractor.
Allen didn't feel any pain when his head bounced against the door, he only felt Brock's paws roaming over his body, under his vest against his pants as the lion returned the favor. There was a lot to be said for instinct as his hands grabbed the man's thick arms and his claw tips ran through the coarse fur as Brock irreverently bit the lion's lower lip, making him hiss and gasp softly. He rolled his head back, feeling the rabbit's fevered nips along his neck as his hands roamed up Brock's shirt, forcing him to step back a moment to allow it to be pulled off. Brock laid his chest against Allen's again his hands grasping the buttons of the lion's jeans and forcing them apart before digging his paws deep down into them.
"Mmm no underwear." He taunted, squeezing the lion's balls playfully. "You were expecting this, weren't you?"
"N-no... I me-mean... hah! Yes..."
The rabbit paused, his fingers dangling against the lion's shaft as he grinned. "Well which is it?"
Allen gasped, out of breath. "Yes... I w-was expecting this, I w-wanted this..."
"Good." Brock purred into the lion's ears. "But I'm not going to be able to do much good with my pants on, am I?" He said. "Your first lesson's going to be getting me ready to give you a good fuck." He leaned back a bit, amused at feeling Allen's hands fiddling with his belt. "Can you handle that?" He asked.
The eyes the rabbit was giving the lion were that almost of predator eyes. Allen didn't even try to stop his loosened jeans from falling with a light flop to the floor as he unfastened Brock's belt and dropped to his knees before him. Pulling the fly of Brock's boxers open he found a thick, dripping piece of meat that he didn't think was possible for Brock's species, it was almost as thick as a soda can, but that didn't stop Allen from wrapping his maw around it and going down on it.
Brock gave off an audible growl at the lion's warm muzzle, his hand reaching down to help the young lad in his work. "Nnngh... you sure you've never done this before?" He asked, rocking himself deeper and deeper into Allen's mouth as the lion accommodated nicely, his rough tongue working along the thick shaft. His eyes trailed down the lion's slim body right to his butt where he leaned down and placed a hand firmly on the cheek. Brock wiped a bit of drool from his lip and gripped the golden rump and feeling the willing lion grunt against his cock. "Do me a favor, there's a bottle in my back pocket, grab that for me." He said.
Briefly, Allen removed his lips, inhaling the heavy musk as he did so. He felt almost weak as a kitten as he pawed through the rabbit's pants as Brock stepped from them. Finding a small clear bottle from his back pocket, he handed it to Brock and returned his lips to where they'd been.
Allen's rump was in a perfect position, Brock groaned a bit as he covered his fingers with the lube, a good spit of precum had just hit the lion's tastebuds and he recoiled slightly. "That taste takes some getting used to." He said with a soft huff before bending down and pressing his fingers against the warmth under Allen's tail. Allen froze for a moment as Brock toggled. "This does too." He said, almost playfully as he pressed his digit in."
"Mmmph!" Allen gasped so loudly Brock though he'd came on the floor. The rabbit twisted his index finger a bit, flexing it inside the opening and pulled it most of the way out. Each press sounded orgasmic. He took several extra gasps as he swallowed the cock head and lapped up the stray precum that dripped along his lips.
"Nnnhhh-hmmhmm greedy cum swallower aren't you?" He moaned, leaning back a bit he could feel the pressure beginning to rise. "Y-you're about to learn lesson two..." He grunted as he grabbed the back of Allen's head and a sudden flood of warmth exploded into the feline's throat. Pulse after pulse of heat washing over Allen's tongue, flooding his mouth as he swallowed as much as he could before the musk felt like it was going to start pouring out of his nostrils. Releasing him finally, Brock snickered at the delayed reaction as the lion coughed up some of the load and gasped for air. "Lesson two is, if you can't handle it, don't ask for the whole tray." He smiled and helped Allen up by the wrist who messily wiped his muzzle. "You get use to the taste."
"I can take that and a lot more." Allen said confidently.
"Oh, you can, hmm?" Brock said. "Well come here and we'll see if you can really take it."
Curiously the lion followed the rabbit back to the other room, his arousal still in full swing he wondered if he'd have a chance to give the rabbit a run for his money. He smiled as Brock led him back into the bedroom, and pulled the lion back into a deep kiss. Brock's arousal flaring with the scent of his own musk still coating he lion's mouth as they pressed their naked bodies together passionately. Allen gasped as he was suddenly lowered onto the cleanly made bed and the big rabbit laid on top of him, their kiss unbroken he could feel Brock's thickness slide up the inside of his thigh, how could he have been so hard again after all that? Deftly, Brock's hands grabbed the insides of the lion's thighs and pressed himself forward.
"But I thought--" Allen said.
"Oh, I know you better than you do." Brock purred deeply, trailing his tip along Allen's balls. "You are going to take it, and you're going to love it. One thing about cats like you is that you have such fuckable asses." With the last word he pressed his tip against the lion's hole and pressed inward, the delightful pop filling the lion's stomach made him roar in pain and pleasure. Immediately, he felt a stream of precum pouring down his stomach as the rabbit pressed himself in deep, the girth spreading Allen's cheeks apart as the older rabbit's stomach rolled along his shaft, his balls brushing against Allen's tail. He hissed and gasped, closing his eyes, then opening them again as the rabbit pulled him into a kiss. Allen's cock flexed and batted lightly against the small area under Brock's gut. He grunted viciously as he fucked his carnivore bottom. "Ohhh... yes... yesss... such a hot ass." He moaned as he pressed himself in again and again, his hips gyrating and forcing his member harder and harder against Allen's furthest reaches. He couldn't speak, Allen was two wrapped up in rolling his head back, his tongue lapping at his own tongue between the forced kisses from the rabbit breaking his virginity. "You are fucking hot, lion..." Brock panted forcibly as he continued to assault the feline's rear, names lost on him amidst the kisses now shifting to bites to the lion's neck and ears. Brock's hands under Allen's ass raising his legs higher and higher until the lion thought he was going to float away. Their growls matching one another until suddenly Allen exploded.
A spray of seed ejected from Allen's tip, splashing against Brock's protruding belly then firing back as far as the lion's lips which he readily cleared with the rabbit's help. He'd never orgasmed this hard before, his entire body shook as he came, jet turning to streams that crawled up several inches along his belly. Brock pushed Allen's hips up enough so that several of the pulses would fire into his mouth.
"Mmm that's right, just lick it up. Ju-just enjoy how you taste." He lapped at Allen's lips. "I know I do, you are just fucking hot..."
Allen resisted the urge to say he'd heard better lines in a porno film, but he realized why there were never any objections, he simply mrowled and roared until the cum ceased flowing and Brock was coming down on him like a jackhammer.
"Here, let's do you properly." Brock smirked as he pulled out, almost making Allen frown at the departure. He lowered one of Allen's legs, forcing him to turn over, the bunny grinned at the lion's raised ass and fondled it gratuitously. "Such a delight to have your ass, Allen." He whispered as he angled his cock down into it and crawled somewhat cockeyed on the lion's back as he forced himself back in, making Allen moan even louder. He could feel the mess he was still making across the bed spread, but neither of them cared.
"Ohhhh, Allen... fuuuuck...." Brock grunted again and suddenly Allen felt a burst of heat flush through his anus. The lion purring and roaring in delight as the rabbit bred him good, and thick and deep once again. Brock's grunting slowly subsided and soon he stretched out, pulling the lion's back and ass against him, still buried to his balls within the lion's formerly virgin hole. Allen wriggled a bit, making Brock chuckle deeply. "You've certainly been pent up." He said, stroking his partner's soft white underbelly. "Mrrr..."
At some point, Allen woke to the sound of Brock snoring lightly against his neck. He smiled and realized he was covered in the sticky residue of the rabbit's and his own cum that had dried to his fur. Slipping out of the rabbit's grasp, Allen found his way through the dark to the bathroom; it mst have been the master bathroom because the shower within was very large and spacious. He turned on the shower and slipped in as the steam rose starting from his neck, he washed his front down to his shins, then stood back up again, only to find the rabbit standing behind him surprisingly. Brock wrapped his arms around Allen and pressed his cock against the lion's rear; the sudden feeling that came through Allen's mind and body was that this was the place he preferred. He wanted to be topped, to be fucked by this rabbit again and again, and Brock obviously wanted him in return.
"So, Professor. Does this mean I can earn a little extra credit for your class?"
Brock chuckled as Allen turned around to face him. His hand grazed the lion's leg and he lifted it displaying a show of strength by pressing the lion against the wall and lifting his other leg, letting the ass teeter on his tip. "Mmmm that depends on how oral your report's going to be." He grinned and penetrated his lion again, making Allen wrap his arms around Brock and moan as again the rabbit proved his place to his partner.
THE END?