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Calvin sat in the middle seat of the back row of his college English literature class. The minutes were ticking by, but not nearly slow enough to make the short, white-haired feline happy.

The reason for his wanting the class to continue as long as possible was at the front of the class. The teacher, Professor Stanley Kirkpatrick, was teaching in his own unique style - questioning the class frequently in between short bouts of reading. A tall, handsome, and mid-30s wolf, he had dark black fur and bright brown eyes.

Calvin couldn't resist staring. The wolf was an idol to him, the big, handsome kind of man who could make his knees quake.

And so he sat at the back of the class, peering surreptitiously at his professor over the heads and around the shoulders of his classmates.

Today, Kirkpatrick wore a pair of tight blue jeans and a button-up flannel shirt over a tight white undershirt. As usual, he'd kicked his sandals off under his desk and walked around barefoot.

Calvin's eyes bulged as the professor turned around to write on the whiteboard. His tail drifted side to side slowly. The tight blue jeans hugged his ass firmly. Calvin could feel his erection straining against his underpants - it was almost painfully erect. And there were still twenty minutes left in class.

"Calvin?"

His muzzle rested in his paw as he stared ahead at the professor blankly.

"Calvin!"

He snapped his head up smartly. "Oh, uh... yes?"

Kirkpatrick gave him a long look. "I was just asking you if you could tell us about the novel we're studying," the wolf said.

"Oh, uh... um..." Calvin's words barely started before they died off.

"Calvin, I'd like you to stay after class. Now, Jenny," he said, turning his attention to another student. The class continued on as Calvin nervously glanced around. He felt like everyone in the class could tell how turned on he was, how strong his musk smelled, at least to him.

The minutes ticked by, even more slowly now than before, as Calvin now had to think of a way to not only hide his erection from the class, but in an empty room from his teacher.

Finally the bell rang and the rest of the class shuffled out. The door thudded shut with a hollow clang. Calvin packed his books and held his bag in front of his crotch as he shuffled up to the front of the class, where Kirkpatrick was sitting at his desk, watching him.

"Calvin, you're a smart kid," he said, eyes narrowing. "You've got A's in nearly all of your other classes. But in mine, you've barely got a C."

"Yes, I know," Calvin replied, eyes down.

"What is it? Is it the material? Is it me? What can I do to help you get a better grade in my class?"

Calvin kept his head down. He didn't see Kirkpatrick rise from his seat and stand in front of him. "Um... I don't know, I guess..."

"Maybe it's something else," Kirkpatrick whispered softly. Calvin glanced up quickly, but was shocked when the larger wolf pressed forward and kissed him hard on the muzzle. He couldn't even react as Kirkpatrick's tongue pushed against his and the wolf's paw reached between his legs and squeezed his hard-on.

"Maybe it is me," the wolf whispered breaking the kiss. "I'm sorry I've distracted you from your studies. But maybe after this you'll be able to concentrate."

"Wha... what? What are you doing?" Calvin grasped. Blood rushed to his head as the older male squeezed and stroked his raging erection under his pants.

"I'm going to help you focus on class next time," the wolf whispered. He kissed the feline again, even harder this time, and squeezed his paws around the feline's ass. He pulled Calvin's hips forward, grinding against him lustily.

"But... we can't, you're..." Calvin gasped, trying to push his professor away.

"I'm what? Your professor? Nonsense. You're what, 22? You can make your own decision," the wolf said, nearly purring. "Just like me."

"But... what if... someone finds out?"

"They won't," the black-furred wolf murmured. His fingers slid down Calvin's rump to his thighs, then back up again, to his shoulders. "Just you and me."

Kirkpatrick pushed Calvin back and walked to the door. He pulled down the shade, locked the door, and turned off the light. Turning around, he was framed by the thin square of light from the hallway shining through the blinds.

Calvin breathed heavy, leaning back against Kirkpatrick's desk, staring at the wolf. A mixture of desire and fear flickered across his face. But he couldn't leave - this was his dream come true.

The wolf grinned and pulled off his flannel shirt, then his tight undershirt, exposing a well-built, mature body. He walked forward, tail waving behind him, and put a paw around Calvin's neck.

"You do want this, don't you?" he asked, muzzle only an inch or so from Calvin's.

"I... yes. Yes, I want this," Calvin whispered.

Kirkpatrick kissed him heavily again, forcing him to lean backwards over the desk as the wolf's paw groped his crotch again.

"You've been hard every time you come into my class," the wolf whispered. "I knew it was because of me. And that makes me very glad because I've wanted to fuck you since the first day of school."

Calvin couldn't even reply as the wolf kissed his way down the white cat's neck and shoulders.

"I want to pound that tight little ass of yours," the wolf continued, lips moving to tease his ears. "You're so cute, so sexy... I just had to wait to make sure."

"Professor..."

"Shhh... I'll do the talking now."

The wolf pulled off Calvin's t-shirt, exposing the feline's slim chest and belly. The older male pawed at the cat, growling lustfully while the feline mewed softly, unresisting.

Kirkpatrick used an arm to sweep his desk clear of papers and other odds and ends, then hoisted the feline on top, onto his back. Quickly crawling on top, the wolf pushed his pupil's legs apart and ground his growing bulge against the feline's erection.

"Professor Kirkpatrick... oh..."

The wolf nipped at the cat's ears and neck as he pushed forward, grinding against the cat, making sure the feline could feel his thick, long erection pressing against his tight jeans. Kirkpatrick couldn't wait any longer and pulled the feline's pants off after quickly unbuttoning them. He smiled as he saw the feline's long, trembling legs. He slid his palm over Calvin's erection before closing his paw around the throbbing meat wrapped in tight white underpants. The feline's tail twitched back and forth furiously as he gasped, pushing his hips upwards into the older wolf's paw.

"Good boy," the wolf murmured. "I think I know what you like. You like the older, dominant male. The male ready to show you your place, treat you like you want to be treated."

The wolf paused, as if waiting for a reply, but there was none forthcoming, so he continued, smiling more widely. "You want to be told what to do, told when to do it, and be used by your... superior."

The cat only meowed softly, hips thrusting upwards, shoulders back and paws at his side. He looked so cute and small to the wolf, lying on his back on the large wooden desk, head tilted to the side, ears splayed backwards. The feline's whole body trembled as Kirkpatrick slowly pulled off his tight underwear, revealing the throbbing erection beneath.

"Such a pretty boy," the wolf said quietly. "Such a pretty boy for a such a mean wolf."

Kirkpatrick nipped the feline's eartips sharply. Calvin moaned and twisted, but the wolf held down the feline's shoulders and pushed his muzzle down to press into the cat's chest.

He licked his way down Calvin's thin chest and flat belly before slowly licking the cat's erection, eliciting yet another moan from the white feline.

"Do you want to feel your superior inside you?" the wolf asked, kissing his way slowly back up the cat's body. As he spoke, he reached down to unbuckle his belt. He wrapped it around Calvin's wrists, binding him lightly, before shrugging his legs out of his pants.

"Tell me what you want... what you need," the wolf whispered.

"I... I want you," Calvin moaned. "I want you to take me..."

"Good boy," the wolf whispered. He pulled off his boxers and climbed back onto the table, kneeling upright so the younger male could see his full body. "Now... you may touch."

Calvin's paws slowly rose, trembling, before his fingers pressed into the wolf's chest, a delicious contrast between black and white. Calvin's paws pressed against Kirkpatrick's broad chest, well-formed pec muscles, and deep pelt. Slowly his hands trailed down to the wolf's belly, before stopping just above the wolf's thick, heavy erection.

"May... may I touch it?" the cat asked breathlessly.

"You may..."

Slowly, the cat's soft pawpads slipped over the wolf's erection, squeezing lightly at first, but then harder. Soon the cat was stroking his professor's thick maleness eagerly, moaning heavily through his hot breaths.

"Good kitty..."

The wolf could wait no longer and hooked his arms under the feline's legs. Pushing the cat's thin waist back, he grinned down at Calvin as he pressed his heavy erection forward, teasing his student.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he growled. "The more noise you make, the harder I will fuck you. If you cum before me, you will be punished..."

The cat nodded mutely. In his head, his thoughts swirled around. He couldn't make sense of what was happening - all he knew was his professor was telling him what to do, ordering him into submission, and he loved every moment of it. And when Kirkpatrick pushed his thick cock into his tight rump, he couldn't help but let out a loud yowl of pain and pleasure.

"I warned you, Calvin," the wolf growled, thrusting forward harshly.

The cat wanted to moan so badly but kept his muzzle shut, stifling out a huge groan. The wolf's thickness stretched him widely as the larger, muscular male forced it in more deeply.

"Good kitty," the wolf said again, claws digging into the wood of the desk. "Obey your master."

The cat couldn't help but moan again, a deep and guttural mrowling noise, as he heard his teacher command him. His claws came out and dug into the wolf's backside as he clutched himself close. Kirkpatrick grunted, but continued to thrust, pulling out roughly before sliding back in. His thick erection spit out pre-cum as he fucked the smaller male roughly, making the feline's whole body rock back and forth.

Calvin struggled to keep quiet, not wanting anything rougher than what the wolf was giving him already. But it was hard - every time the wolf pumped forward, he could hardly stand it.

"I'm going to cum in your ass and make you my bitch," the wolf growled, hips still thrusting forward heavily. "You're my little bitch now..."

Calvin's eyes widened as he watched his teacher thrust forward. The wolf's muzzle hung open, tongue lolling out. His fingers dug into the wolf's pelt more deeply and his legs wrapped around his professor's waist. He felt so hot... so slutty... so weak in the presence of the older, stronger male. It was just as he'd always imagined, and the way the wolf spoke to him made him even more willing and wanton.

"Fuck... you're so tight," the wolf growled. "Oh... fuck... fuck!"

The wolf nearly barked the last word out as he slammed forward heavily, dick throbbing deep inside the feline. He came hard, passionately, balls churning with desire as he pushed Calvin's legs back even further, folding the feline back on himself, pushing knees into chest. His muzzle reached down and he kissed Calvin hard, feeling the cat shudder and strain against his grip.

His orgasm seemed to last forever as he kept himself deep inside the cat. He pushed his tongue against the roof of the feline's mouth and grunted as his orgasm slowly died away. He pulled out of the cat abruptly and kneeled up, letting go of the cat's legs.

Kirkpatrick climbed off the desk and smiled, watching the cat as he shuddered. His cock looked ready to burst and the cat was trying to resist the urge to cum. He was learning quickly.

The wolf walked slowly around the table, trailing his fingers over the cat's twitching body. Down one leg, up the other, over his belly, then his chest. He smiled and leaned over to nuzzle Calvin's chin.

"Do you want to cum, bitch?" he asked, pinching one of Calvin's nipples.

The cat groaned and his hips pushed upwards, but his paws stayed on the table. "Yes, sir..."

"I don't know if I'll let you cum or not," the wolf said, tweaking the cat's other nipple, "but if I don't, you'll be even less focused in class tomorrow."

"Please, sir... let me cum..."

The wolf pondered for a moment before sliding his paw up the cat's chest and slowly stroking Calvin's throat. "You can cum now, pet."

Calvin's paws flew to his cock, still bound at the wrists by the wolf's belt. He furiously jacked himself off, moaning and thrusting eagerly, eyes wide and locked onto Kirkpatrick's face. The wolf's paw squeezed around Calvin's throat lightly, making the cat moan even deeper. Suddenly, cum flew from the tip of his cock, landing on his chest and belly. Kirkpatrick smiled as he watched his pupil jerk off and groan with pleasure.

"Good kitty... cum for your superior..."

Calvin closed his eyes and moaned, going limp. His head tilted back and he meowed quietly, tail still lashing back and forth.

"Now... until next class, you will not jerk off," the wolf said, gathering his clothes. "You will not wear underwear to my class. You will sit in the front row. And you will wear tight shorts. Understand?"

"Yes, sir..."

"Good boy," Kirkpatrick said, pulling on his shirt, then his pants. He buttoned up his flannel shirt as he grinned at the cat, still lying exhausted on the table, before pulling the belt from Calvin's wrists. "If you're good, you may be held after class again for extra tutoring."

With that, the wolf left, leaving the cat reeking of masculine canine scent and cum. The door closed behind the wolf, locking again, as Calvin lay still, trying to make sense of what just happened... of what his teacher just did to him, and what he had to do for the next class period...

Chapter 2

Calvin was first to arrive in class and took a seat in the front row, right in the middle. His heart pounded as he took out his books. He felt incredibly exposed and he was already getting an erection, especially since he didn't jack off the night before, something he desperately wanted to do. But he had a feeling Kirkpatrick would know if he disobeyed.

The rest of the class arrived soon and the masculine wolf himself walked in as the bell rang. He completely ignored Calvin, not even looking at him.

Calvin could feel his temperature rising. The tight shorts he wore did nothing to hide his raging erection, especially considering the lack of underpants.

Class wore on slowly. Calvin's feet tapped against the linoleum as he listened to Kirkpatrick talk about the class's required reading assignment. The wolf was ignoring him completely. Calvin didn't try to get his attention, but he felt incredibly self-conscious about his predicament.

The sound of the bell finally woke him out of his near stupor of sexual frustration and lust for the wolf. The class left and he dawdled behind. He packed his bag and sat at the desk, waiting. Kirkpatrick continued to ignore him.

It was strange. The wolf just sat at his desk, writing a few notes in a calendar, arranging his drawers, and other mundane tasks. He never looked at Calvin. He didn't acknowledge the cat's presence.

Calvin wasn't sure what to do. He remained in his seat, waiting. He had the feeling Kirkpatrick was testing him, so he remained still and silent even as his erection raged.

Finally, after almost an hour, Kirkpatrick looked up at him. "Turn off the lights, lock the door, and stand in front of me," he said slowly.

Calvin jumped, startled by the wolf's voice. He quickly did as Professor Kirkpatrick said. His breathing was heavy as he waited, paws at his sides, in front of the wolf.

"Did you jerk off last night?" the wolf asked.

"No sir."

"Are you wearing underwear?"

Though the answer was obvious based on Calvin's tented shorts, he still answered. "No sir."

"You look really good," Kirkpatrick said. "Very good. Sexy."

Calvin blushed and looked down at the ground. "Yes sir."

"Undress."

Calvin did so silently, and stood in front of Kirkpatrick with his paws folded awkwardly over his hard cock.

Kirkpatrick opened a desk drawer and pulled out a large leather collar. He fastened it around Calvin's neck and smiled broadly. "The nametag on this collar says 'Bitch,'" he said. "That's what you are now - my bitch. You'll do as I say and obey my commands, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good boy. You'll continue to wear tight shorts to my class. You'll sit in the front row. And you will not wear underwear."

"Yes sir."

"And if you disobey, you will be punished."

"Yes sir."

"Now come here... I want to give you a taste of what will happen if you disobey me."

Calvin took several steps closer. Kirkpatrick reached out and roughly grabbed the cat's new collar. He hauled Calvin over his lap and immediately used his paw to slap the cat's white ass.

Calvin meowed and jerked, legs straightening out.

"You will not disobey me, bitch," the big wolf said, slapping the cat's ass again. "Understand?"

Tears came to Calvin's eyes as he struggled to sound out a pitiful "Yes sir" before the next blow landed.

"Good boy," the wolf said, smacking the cat's ass one last time.

Calvin shuddered and moaned pitiably, going limp across the wolf's lap. Kirkpatrick grinned meanly before roughly seizing the cat by his collar again and hauling him upright and pushing him over one of the student's desks.

"Time to show my bitch a little love," Kirkpatrick growled, muscles bunching as he pulled the cat's arms behind his back. Calvin could only groan as he slumped forward over the table, ass stinging from the spanking. His cock drooled cum onto the seat of the chair as the older wolf hauled him into position, so his feet stood on the chair while his chest pressed against the wood.

His head hung over the edge as Kirkpatrick deftly wrapped his wrists together with a bit of rope. Then he tied his legs to the legs of the chair, immobilizing him with his ass pointed high.

"Good boy," Kirkpatrick said, smiling. "Now, for some fun..."

From the desk, the still fully-clothed wolf pulled a thick dildo. He teased Calvin with it, sliding it under his muzzle as the cat whimpered.

With a thick goopy dollop of lube, the wolf roughly pushed the dildo into Calvin's ass. The cat let out a yeowl and strained against his bindings. "Sir! It's too much!"

"Nonsense," the wolf replied, pushing the dildo in deep. "Now quiet."

Kirkpatrick used his belt to strap the dildo into Calvin's rump. The cat moaned and squirmed, grunting heavily and thrusting forward into the air. As the wolf watched, the cat groaned heavily and moaned, cock jerking, before a spray of cum erupted from the tip, splattering onto the wood of the chair's seat.

"Good," the wolf said, grinning. "Now you'll be nice and relaxed when I fuck you."

"Ooohhhh... sir..."

The immobilized cat slumped heavily in his bonds, breathing hard and trying not to move. His dick hung beneath him, half hard and dripping cum. His ass quivered around the thick dildo.

Calvin's eyes rose as he watched Kirkpatrick start to undress. The wolf's heavy, thick erection rose to its full stature in front of the cat's muzzle as the wolf pulled off his clothes. Balls hanging low, the wolf growled as he took his cock in a paw and slowly jerked off, teasing the feline with the sight of his thick dick.

"My little bitch must learn to love my taste," the wolf said, grinning. "Now open wide, my little slut."

Calvin barely parted his lips before Kirkpatrick's paws squeezed around his jaws. The wolf pushed his hips forward, gagging the feline on his thick cock, pumping it all the way to the back of Calvin's throat.

"Mmm... yes... good kitty," the wolf moaned.

Calvin closed his eyes as he focused on breathing in-between thrusts. The wolf's thick cock plugged up his throat as the wolf pounded forward roughly, fucking his face hard while the dildo worked a tad deeper into his still-smarting rump. Calvin did his best to lick and suck at his teacher's cock, but it was hard with the heavy, repetitious thrusts.

Thick pre-cum drizzled onto Calvin's tongue as the masculine wolf face-fucked the smaller cat. Kirkpatrick moaned heavily, growling pleasurably as he watched his cock disappear into Calvin's mouth. He called the feline all sorts of names, humiliating him, degrading him as he slid his wet, thick dick between the cat's lips.

Calvin loved every moment of it, unable to resist drooling around his teacher's musky cock.

After a few more minutes of verbal abuse, Kirkpatrick pulled his shaft from his student's muzzle. "Now let's find out how tight that ass of yours is."

Calvin's cock throbbed, already at full erection again. Pre-cum dripped from his chin as he breathed hard, head slumping back down as he leaned into his bonds. He felt the wolf unstrap the dildo and slowly pull it from his ass.

He groaned heavily as the thick dildo slowly pulled out. He struggled against his bonds again, yeowling loudly.

Almost as soon as the dildo was out, Calvin felt the big wolf's fat cock push in. He cried out with pleasure as the wolf thrust in hard. Kirkpatrick was unforgiving, thrusting in deeply, screwing the small cat easily. The wolf's paws slid up the cat's slim chest and belly, scraping claws through fur to the skin below.

"Oh, fuck yes," the black wolf moaned. "So fucking nice and tight... my little bitch... take it all..."

Calvin cried out again in pleasure, trying to hump back against Kirkpatrick, but restricted by the bonds. He couldn't do anything but moan as the wolf withdrew nearly all the way, to the very tip, before shoving in to the hilt and holding himself there.

"Oh, master! Oh, fuck, it's too much!" Calvin cried out. "Please!"

"There's no stopping now, my little bitch," Kirkpatrick crooned into the feline's ears. His hips screwed forward, pushing his thick dick even deeper, before he repeated the process, once again pulling out nearly the entire way.

"Master! Master!" was all Calvin could say, over and over again as the wolf had his way with him.

"Take... it... all... you... bitch!" Kirkpatrick moaned, punctuating each syllable with a hard pounding.

But that was all the longer the wolf could hold out and, with his dick embedded deeply into Calvin's tight white rump, the big black wolf came hard. Cum welled up inside Calvin's ass and squirted out around the sides of Kirkpatrick's cock.

Calvin screamed with pleasure and pain as he felt Kirkpatrick cum. But the scream abruptly cut off as Kirkpatrick reached forward and squeezed the feline's throat, silencing him.

"That's better," the wolf moaned as he emptied his balls into the cat's ass. "We don't want to attract any undue attention, not yet, anyways."

The wolf released the cat's throat and Calvin's head fell forward, hanging again over the edge of the table as Kirkpatrick's hips swayed side to side, stretching out his ass with his meaty cock.

The session ended much as the first one. Kirkpatrick finished, untied the feline, and allowed him to once again jack off. He dressed and, after lightly kissing Calvin's forehead, he left the room, leaving the feline to recuperate.

He also left special instruction for the feline. The next day, he would arrive in class an hour early and hide naked beneath Kirkpatrick's large wooden desk. During class, when Kirkpatrick sat down, Calvin would suck on his dick.

Calvin trembled with anticipation as he lay in a pool of cum, pondering the next day. It scared him, what Kirkpatrick was telling him to do. He knew he didn't have to listen to the wolf, but he wanted to. He wanted to be Kirkpatrick's toy, to be used by the handsome older wolf.

Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.