Taken Firmly In Hand
Note from author: I wrote this story several months ago, but never got around to posting it. I guess I didn't feel it was necessarily my best work. But even with that being the case, I've been told that you folks still might enjoy reading it, so here it is. My inspiration for this story came from two pictures, one of a rodent character and another of a shiba.
I'm linking to both of these images so readers get a sense for the general appearance of the two main characters in my story. Please note that as I have not asked permission to use the art, I'll simply be linking to the images rather than embedding them in the text. It goes without saying, but just to be extra clear, I do not own either of these characters nor hold the copyright for the images. The story characters are not based on the image characters' personalities, but rather their general appearance and look.
Here are the two links:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12237019/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/11984854/
And now on to the story.
Only six weeks into his junior year, Finn knew his life was over. The seventeen year old didn't know which was worse -- that his demise was nearly a foregone conclusion or that it had been a result of his own careless.
Normally he would have done what had always worked for him before when he fucked up: plead ignorance, or rely on his massive size to bully his way through the problem. But the brown rat was smart enough to know that wasn't going to cut it this time. He was well and truly hosed.
Sitting in class, watching his future executioner lecture over sine, cosine, tangent, and the unit circle yet again, Finn tried yet again to mentally reason his way out of the inescapable trap he'd snared himself in.
With nothing else to do as the wall clock ticked down the remaining few minutes of his life, the rat ran through a mental gauntlet of possible escapes.
Maybe the math professor hadn't looked at the first emails attachment, and only bothered to look at the second, updated attachment? Or maybe even if Mr. Gavin had opened the first attachment, he ignored it -- or even better yet, assumed it must have been sent by some kind computer malware. Or maybe, just maybe, even if the teacher did try and make a stink about the self-damning email, Finn could use his size to push the smaller shiba into dropping the issue.
And so the mental mantra of denials, excuses, and semi-plausible rationalizations ran through his mind like a freight train whose conductor could already see that the tracks ran out just ahead. The damage was done and there was no way to stop this disaster.
Finn was smart enough to know that not a single one of those distant hopes would pan out. He saw his situation for what it was: quicksand. Just because the end hadn't come yet didn't mean it wasn't assured.
But even still, the high schooler held out hope.
Which was immediately crushed when the tan and gold furred shiba pinned him in his seat with a steely look. A look that spoke volumes and yet said nothing.
'This is it,' thought Finn. 'This is how it all falls apart. Never woulda guessed in a million years it'd go down like this. Fuck me, man.'
Straightening his tie while still looking directly at Finn, the teacher concluded his class on trigonometry and addressed the class as a whole.
"This is a little early to let class out, but this is actually a good stopping point considering where we are in the material. Enjoy the rare thirty minute break between classes and do not make a noisey ruckus in the hallways. ...Oh, and Mr. Finn? I'll speak with you after class."
The rat felt his blood turn to semi-frozen sleet. His heart raced even as he opted to simply stay seated at the rest of the class rushed out of the room as fast as they could, lest Mr. Gavin change his mind.
So moments later, the two were left alone in the class room. The seconds stretched out in unbearable silenced, their passage marked by the suddenly deafening ticks of the wall clock. All the while the Mr. Gavin continued to stare at him, as if trying to arrive at some weighty decision.
Cracking after half a minute of this silent treatment, Finn tried a straightforward ploy: ignorance.
"Hey Mr. Gavin... did you need something? ...Sir?"
Perhaps the 'sir' was added too belatedly, the rat figured, noticing the professor's ear twitch at the word.
The shiba sighed, and took a few steps towards the rat's desk. "Is that really the route you're going to take, Mr. Finn? Chose wisely now... and remember: decisions have consequences, lad."
He groaned, silently. Both he and Mr Gavin knew the perpetually hard to please math teacher had all the power here. The most terrible kind of power: the power of life and death. Finn understood all too well that his life as he knew it was squarely in the palm of this suited, petite man.
So the rat pivoted, trying another approach.
"Look, sorry about the email. I didn't mean anything by it. It was just some harmless words, you know?"
The shiba bristled, and Finn knew he'd miscalculated. His fears were confirmed when the older adult cut him off.
"Harmless words? Perhaps I shall read to you some of what you wrote, so you can re-asses that statement. I have your little story with all it's "harmless words" printed off and inside my desk, if you'd like a refresher."
He swallowed. He was on the knife's edge and he knew it. Finn couldn't afford anymore mistakes, so he went with the safest course he could think of.
"Look... I don't know what to say. I'm really sorry. It's just... fiction, you know? I didn't mean anything by it. When I wrote it, I never in a million years thought that anyone else would ever see it. Least of all you. I just dragged the wrong file onto the assignment turn in email and pressed send a half-second too soon. I just... don't know... you know? I'm sorry, teach. Err, I mean, Mr. Gavin."
Then came the words that Finn had known in his worry-sick stomach would be inevitable.
"Well, Mr. Finn, 'sorry' simply isn't good enough. Simply dropping the matter, as you seem want to do, is not an option. You crossed the line."
"Mr. Gavin, please--"
"No, Mr. Finn. Enough." Walking back to his desk, the shiba pulled out a packet of papers from the middle drawer. "You don't seem to fully understand your position here, nor the potential consequences of your actions. Let me read for you a few sections I highlighted, from the colorful story you sent my way."
Mr. Gavin glared at Finn, and cleared his throat.
"Whimpering in embarrassment, professor Gavin tried to shield his pathetically proportioned cock and balls with his hands. Using my superior strength, I moved them out of the way with ease. Even as scared at the tiny shiba was at being manhandled this way, the horny faggot couldn't help but grow hard at the rough touch of a real man. I laughed in unmistakable derision at the pitiful showing his prick was making. Not entirely heartless, I gave the man what he needed -- even if it wasn't what he wanted. I gripped his rod, making it effectively disappear inside my large hand, and made sure to squeeze it firmly. Perhaps a little too tight, as he renewed his struggling to pull away from me. With a slow, insistent yank to his tackle, I pulled him onto my chest so that I could whisper into his ear. "No one gave you permission to get hard, slut. Now... reach into my pocket and pull out the chastity device. It's time to show your dicklet who's in charge." He might of said something then, but I wasn't paying attention. My focus was on the pulsing pole in my hand that was starting to make a soppy mess with its clear pre-cum. Poor thing... it had no idea that's all it would be permitted to leak out for the rest of the semester."
Were it possible to die of shame and embarrassment, Finn was certain that he'd have been a goner just three or four sentences into the shiba's reading.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Mr. Finn? Or should I go on?"
His defenses breached, the young man resorted to pleading. Getting out of his seat and onto his knees, he begged.
"Please, sir, I didn't mean anything by it! I'm just a horny teenager, with more balls than sense. Please, please don't ruin my life over this. I'm begging you, sir. I'll do whatever you want, just don't tell my parents!"
Crossing his arms over his chest, the teacher's pitiless expression remained unchanged. "More balls than sense is putting it mildly, Mr. Finn. I really should have already reached out to your parents, as well the school administration. We shouldn't even be having this conversation. And while it's heartening to hear that you're open to changing course, it may be a case of too little too late. Besides, I have no reason to believe you'd follow through with any plans we laid out for self improvement. Words are cheap, Mr. Finn."
Still on his knees, but large enough in proportion to the small shiba to almost be at eye level with the dog, the rat re-emphasized his commitment.
"Sir, I promise, they aren't just words! I'm so sorry I wrote that story about you! It was wrong of me, and I know that now. Just tell me what I need to do to make this right, and I'll do it. Whatever it takes."
For the longest time, the pair stayed there looking at each other in silence. The clock's long black second hand rotated around its orbit at a leisurely pace.
Finally, after an unbearably lengthy period of consideration, the older man spoke up.
"Very well, Mr. Finn. Though I reserve the right to contact the administration and your parents at the first sign of non-compliance, we'll see if we can't brush this whole thing under the carpet. In interest of the hopes and dreams of a young, and as of yet undefined, man. Are you ready to do what it takes to fix this mess, lad?"
Standing up with an eagerness that surprised both of them, the teenager anxious responded, "Yes sir, you bet. Whatever it takes. I'll help out at the soup kitchen over the weekends. I'll volunteer at the Big Brothers program. Clean the school in the evening hours, tutor kids... adopt a highway, whatever it takes!"
Adjusting his glasses, the shiba approached his student, pulled something out of his pocket, and said, "While I appreciate your eagerness, it will be I who sets the itinerary, lad. The good news is, the first step is relatively simple. I just need you to put this on for me."
Looking down at what sat in the middle of the dog's open palm, Finn could hardly believe what he saw. It was a clear, sturdy looking chastity device.
"I selected its size based on your length and girth when soft, as reported by you in the story you wrote. My hope is that you didn't exaggerate too much."
Seeing the massive seventeen year old take a half step back and unconsciously begin to shake his head in refusal, the professor cut the youth off before he could get a single word out.
"You can either unzip your pants and obediently lock this over your over-active and overly-influential shaft right here and now or you and I can head to the front office together... your story in hand. Decide now, Mr. Finn. Right now."
Numbly, and seemingly on auto-pilot, the athletically proportioned boy followed the diminutive man's instructions. Surrealy, it almost seemed like an out of body experience, watching himself as he took the device from the canine's hand, unzipped his pants, fished his sexual equipment out from behind his underwear, and began the process of binding it in clear plastic.
After he was done, he stood there in a dazed shock, unsure what to do next. The math teacher answered that by stepping up and attaching two hardy looking locks onto the nearly equally sturdy chastity device.
"Very good, Mr. Finn. Now that we've successfully locked that troublemaker away, we can begin to get your sexual aggression under control."
As if to underscore his last statement, the shiba patted the exposed flesh of Finn's ponderous balls as one might do to a small child or an obedient pet.
"You're dismissed, lad. But one last thing, before you go. Tell your parents that you are receiving math tutoring at my house in the suburbs this Saturday and every Saturday thereafter, for the rest of the semester. I'll email you the address, but I expect you to arrive at 1 PM on the dot. Also, be sure to eat before you come. We'll be far too busy during our tutoring session to stop for food."
Using his grip on the boy's newly bound unit to put it back inside Finn's pants, before zipping the student's pants up for him.
"Off you go, Mr. Finn. I'll see you this Saturday. 1 PM sharp."
Shaken to the core and clueless as to how to respond or what else to say, the rat answered, "Yeah, okay Mr. Gavin"
"I believe I'd prefer it if you called me sir from now on, lad."
"Yes, sir..." Finn mumbled, as he was shown the door by the now faintly smiling shiba.
The build up to Saturday had been a special kind of torment for the rat who was in the prime of his life, biologically.
Having long grown use to constant access to his cock and his twice daily jerk off sessions, suddenly having his unit thrown into a plastic meat locker was playing having havoc with his hormones and outlook.
At first, Finn was simply relieved to have found a possible out for what would have otherwise been a life altering mistake. The lad knew all too well what his fundamentalist parents would have to say about his little writing project. And even worse, how they'd react. They'd pull the house's internet records for the last year or two from their provider and then they'd have all the evidence they needed and more to pass judgement on their wayward child.
Not only did the youth cringe at the thought of the brutal series of lectures he'd have to sit through about propriety, morality, and decency, he'd be lucky if they just stopped at taking his new car away. More likely, they'd ship him off to some boarding school for a year or so, threatening any non-compliance with a loss of financial support. Without which, he knew his college ambitions would have to be scaled back dramatically.
So it was with a sigh of relief that he drove himself home from campus after the school day Mr. Gavin spoke with him. That is, until the powerfully built and perpetually horny rodent had the spare time to actually perform a prolonged examination on what the shiba had locked over his schlong.
Having never actually seen a chastity device in person before, despite the kinky erotic fiction he'd written on occasion, Finn hadn't any real inkling as to how effective the device would be. At first he'd attempted slipping it off with a series of pulls and tugs.
He gave up on this after fifteen or so minutes of this when he realized it was only serving to make his crotch and balls sore. The device was locked on at the base of his stalk, behind his impressively sized plums -- Their sheer prodigiousness making it impossible to slide the locked-on ring over and past them.
Later that night, alone in bed and thinking about how awkward it would be to sit through his next math class with Mr. Gavin, the sexually pent-up seventeen year old spent the next hour trying to work himself up to a climax despite being so thoroughly chastised.
Eyes closed, his mind started to drift through a montage of his favorite fantasies as his hands played roughly with his own low hanging balls and tightly bound cock. Finn imagined bending that small white-furred freshman mouse from the school marching band, ramming several inches of his lightly-lubed fuck-tube under the squealing boy's tail.
Later, after several equally lewd fantasies, Finn's attention turned to the thought of tying up the football team's coach onto one of the locker room's long waterproof seats. After subduing the enormous hippo into a prone position down near the floor atop the bench, the rat's daydream ran wild as he gagged the still fully dressed stud, muffling the man's curses.
Leaning down the whisper into the sweating, angry hippo's ear, Finn told him "You think I'm going to fuck you, bitch? Well... you're right. I am going to fuck you. Just not where you're expecting me too."
Standing up, the rat fetched a black leather pouch from the ground near the base of the bench. Unzipping it slowly as the increasingly nervous coach watched from his bound position, Finn pulled out a long shiny metal sound and said, "This is the first of many, each of the rest longer and thicker than the one before it. By the time we're done, you'll understand that the real purpose of your prick isn't to penetrate others... it's to be penetrated itself."
With those words said, the hulking hippo threw a fit, pulling at the straps holding him to the bench and yelling out for help as loudly as he could from behind his gag.
Smirking at the display of futile resistance, the rat placed his right bare foot over the crotch area of the coach's gym shorts and pressed down firmly before moving it slowly back and forth between the buff man's legs.
Masturbating the hippo through the muscular stud's clothing, the student encouraged, "Come on, coach... time to get hard for me. I'll need a long, straight shot if I'm going to feed this entire thing down your pole. Besides, we got a long night ahead of us with lots of work to get through, so we best get started, yeah?"
Resisting the paw's ministrations proved futile, and inside his head, Finn pictured the groaning adult's shorts being filled out and then some, the man's weighty meat now hard and stretching the thin fabric that was barely hiding his pole.
Taking his foot back and leaning over the grunting, sweaty male, the youth insistently pulled the extra-large shorts off, exposing the hippo's pulsing, gigantic, fleshy shaft. It was a sight to behold... even bigger than Finn's own unit. The rat enjoyed the prospect of using its own size against it and couldn't help but think ahead to all the absurdly proportioned sounds he'd enjoy stretching the hippo's dilated urethra with -- Constantly repeating the process again and again with ever thicker metal probes.
Walking around to the side of the bench so that the coach could get a good look at him, Finn hooked his thumbs underneath the waistband of his own shorts and tugged them down, saying, "Get yourself a look at what a real man looks like, bitch. Because after tonight you're going to be getting the business end of my stud missile pretty regularly."
Except, in Finn's self-indulgent sexual fantasy, the coach's expression wasn't one of shock or worry. The hippo was smiling. Then he was laughing outright, behind a gag that was loose enough to fall partly out of his mouth.
Looking down to see what the man was laughing so hard about, the rat was genuinely surprised to observe a chastised member between his legs, rather than his expected turgid and fully aroused length.
Uselessly pressing against the sides of its plastic cage, the teenager's near erection was actively being thwarted by the clear prison, rendering it useless and pathetically soft -- especially as compared to the hippo's rod which seemed larger and harder than ever.
Eyes full of mirth staring right into Finn's dumb expression of shock, the coach continued to enjoy a deep, prolonged laugh at the rat's expense, until the gag finally fell out of his mouth completely.
Free of the cloth that was preventing his speech, the now grinning hippo called out, "What's the matter, boy? Weren't you going to show me what a real man's cock looked like? Perhaps it's hiding behind the pathetic bit of chastised dick I see before me. Here, let me help you look for it."
The teenager couldn't believe what was happening as the burly hippo threw new found strength at the straps holding him to the seat. Finn watched helplessly as the bindings began to creak aloud from the incalculable tension they were under.
In utter disbelief, he said half to himself and half to the coach, "This can't be happening. This shouldn't be possible! This is my fantasy..."
Ignoring the lad's muttering, the coach was no longer laughing, instead focused on breaking out of the remaining few bonds. With a heroic cry, the last of them split apart, leaving the victorious male free and proud, his still hard dick bouncing before him in triumph.
Eyes wide with terror, Finn backed away until he ran into the row of lockers behind him. With an unhurried pace the coach moved towards him until the hippo's erection poked him in the stomach, just above his chastised member.
Using one hand to stroke his own cock to a fevered pitch, rubbing leaked pre-cum into Finn's belly fur, the hippo used his other hand to feel up the boy's bound package.
After giving a thoughtful grunt, the adult concluded, "Nope, no real man's cock to be found here, sorry to tell ya. Just this soft, useless bit of nothing so pathetic it needs this armor just to keep it from getting hurt. But that's okay, little darlin'. I got a real one right here for us to play with."
Finn tried to protest, but found the words caught in his throat as the much stronger male flipped him around, pressing his chest into the row of lockers. Just a couple seconds later he felt the man's bulbous, pre-cum drenched tip pressed insistently up against his rear entrance.
Feeling the man's warm breath on the back of his neck and in his ear, the seventeen year old heard the coach grunt out, "Now, remind me about what you said regarding the purpose of this here meat? And you were gonna what? Fuck my prick with that shiny metal toy of yours? You got a lot of silly notions in that rat head of yours, boy... but don't worry. We're gonna drill them out of you -- right here and now."
Without another word said, Finn felt a forceful thrust that made him see stars. Flailing, he found himself wrapped up in his sheets, falling off the mattress and onto the floor. Taking deep, panic motivated breaths he fought to re-orient himself to his surroundings.
In his pitch black room, all he could see was the angry-red numbers on his digital clock.
It read: 3:42 AM.
A nightmare. It'd all been just a nightmare.
'I must have fallen asleep while day dreaming. Fuck me, man.' the rodent thought to himself, as his racing pulse slowly began to steady.
Crawling back onto his queen sized bed, the able-bodied rat was able to fall back asleep eventually. Had he known how difficult it would be to get through the next few days of mounting sexual tension, perhaps it would have been harder for the student to calm his mind on that first night.
For the next three inexplicably slow days, things got harder and harder for Finn as the metaphorical screws steadily turned. Each morning and evening, the teenager couldn't help but have the same thought pop into his head: 'I could be stroking it right now...'
Instead, all he could do was run his hands over his slightly swollen sack, whose balls were now fuller than at any point prior to this with potent seed that longed to be released in long, pearly ropes.
The most difficult part of each day was sitting through Mr. Gavin's lecture of the practical application of mathematical theories. Not only was the subject matter painfully tedious to the rodent, he also found it incredibly difficult to focus on anything but how it felt to have a small bit of plastic inhibit his spontaneous erections so completely.
The shiba, for his part, essentially ignored the rat, not even bothering to call on him for the occasional class question. It struck Finn as super unfair that the boring, older teacher could get off whenever he wanted while he himself, a decent looking guy in the prime of his life, couldn't even get through a single sexual fantasy without being forced to acknowledge the tyrannical reality of the chastity device. There were times when Finn felt so horny and on edge that he was sure the sheer amount of blood trying to pump its way into his cock would shatter the cage and set him free.
Of course, had the high schooler paid more attention in physics class, he'd of known how unlikely this scenario was.
But these tribulations aside, time has a way of marching on, and come Saturday Finn found himself in route to the teacher's home, driving somewhat erratically in his decade old bronco.
Arriving at the house located in the middle of a well maintained suburb, the rat parked his car in the spacious driveway, got out, ran up to the door, and knocked with the underside of his fist on the door.
He had no real idea what he was getting into, but understood all too well that Mr. Gavin held all the cards. For the moment, anyway.
A few moments of waiting and the bright white, ornately carved door opened, after which the small shiba and the large rat found themselves staring at one another.
Breaking the silence, the math teacher moved to wave the lad inside saying, "Please, head on in. Take off your shoes at the entrance, please."
Doing as he was bid, Finn took off his shoes and socks and allowed himself to wander into the center of the living room as Mr. Gavin looked on from where he stood near the entryway of the home.
Deciding it was in his best interest to come off polite and respectful, the seventeen year old said aloud what he thought the man would like to hear. "Nice place you have here. I'm surprised you could afford it on a teacher's salary. Err-- no offense, that is. It's, umm, just nice is all."
Enjoying a light-hearted chuckle at the expense of the awkward youth, the shiba said, "Yes, well, I'm fairly good with numbers as you might imagine. Through the miracles of compound interest and time, I was able to earn enough for a modest nest-egg. If you'd pay a bit more attention in class, you'd know what potent allies numbers can be."
Gritting his teeth at the implied insult, the student responded, "Yeah, well, I've been somewhat distracted lately."
As he moved to join his guest in the living room, the shiba said, "Yes, I've gathered as much. Which implies to me that you haven't reneged on our arrangement by using bolt cutters on the locks. But I'm afraid that's not proof enough. Pants and underwear down around your ankles, if you would. Let's take a look at you."
Finn couldn't believe it, but he was actually blushing at the dog's blunt words. Something about being expected to meekly expose himself to one his teacher's was a mental roadblock for the rodent. Licking his upper lip in nervousness, Finn tried to regain some control over the situation.
"Hey, man, can't we talk about this some? It's bad enough having worn this thing for the last few days... taking my pants off in the middle of your living room is just... whack, dude. You know?"
Glancing out his watch in impatience, Mr. Gavin retorted, "Enough stalling, Mr. Finn. Either your package is still bound exactly as I left it or it isn't. Either way, I'll need to know. If you decide you are no longer willing to follow instructions, I'll be forced to hand this matter off to authority figures other than myself. That's your call, as it has been from the beginning."
Forced to confront that he wasn't out of the woods yet, Finn unconsciously bit his lower lip as he forced his hands to move towards the clasp at the front of his pants. Undoing this, he then unzipped his pants far enough so that they could slide the rest of the way down his wide hips.
"The underwear too, lad. No reason to be shy now. On you go."
Feeling his pulse spike alongside the intense embarrassment he was feeling, the rat pulled down the elastic band of his underwear until it was far enough that gravity was able to take over and do the rest. At this point, they joined the boy's pants in a crumpled heap around his ankles.
For the second time in less than a week, Finn was voluntarily exposing himself to his high school teacher.
Nodding to himself and walking up to the rat, the shiba spoke, "Let's take a look see."
But the canine did more than merely look, making the rodent's toes curl in surprise as he took the boy's plump sack in hand. Leaning over to get a better perspective, Mr. Gavin used his hands to hoist the chastised tackle this way and that, pulling it away from Finn's body before pushing it firmly from side to side. For a good minute he carefully examined every square inch of what lay hanging between the student's legs.
Standing back up to his full, if not terribly high, height, the shiba announced, "Yes, that will do nicely. Follow me this way, lad."
Seeing that Finn was making as if to pull his pants back up, Mr. Gavin interrupted to say, "No, Finn. Leave those where they lay and step out of them. Come now, this way. Follow me. There's more yet to do before we can get started."
Hesitantly, Finn stepped out of his pants and underwear and left them behind as he moved to follow the quickly moving shiba. As he walked, the student tried to push out of his mind the fact that his exposed, restrained genitals were bobbing and bouncing around before him. Instead, part of him wanted to focus on the worrying implications of the canine's words, but he wasn't given too much time to ponder what the man said.
They went around corners, down hallway, and up two different flights of stairs until they arrived at a door at what seemed to be the very top of the two story house. It was fairly plain looking white painted door except for a single oddity. There was a distinct looking keyhole above the doorknob.
Producing a weighty key, Mr. Gavin inserted it into the lock and turned it. Inside of the door a thunking mechanism sounded, making Finn realize that the door was not made of cheap fiberwood but was instead likely solid metal.
Again, the rat was given no time to worry about this as the door opened and he was practically pushed inside.
Finn had not been given any time to formulate a guess as to what might have laid behind the door, but even if he had, the room he found himself standing inside would most certainly not have matched up with his expectations.
Looking around the room, the rat took it all in as Mr. Gavin took it upon himself to narrate the environment.
Pride and pleasure apparent from the tone of his voice, the shiba escorted the rat towards a corner of the surprisingly spacious room and narrated, "This is a side project I've been tinkering with on and off for the last couple years. The knowledge that you were arriving today granted me the motivation to finally pull it all together, and I must say, I'm quite pleased with the outcome."
Since the teacher hadn't asked him for his opinion, Finn kept it to himself, but he couldn't help but silently assess the room as the canine kept talking.
Considering how many stairs they walked up, the rodent determined they must be effectively standing in the attic. And yet, through careful attention to architecture the smaller male had managed to make it a more or less rectangular room -- though it looked like a couple of the ceilings corners were rounded off.
As far as ambiance and athletics go, the space had a very 'lone cabin in the middle of the woods' feel. Everything appeared had crafted and constructed from various types of wood. Including the floors, walls, ceiling, and a few scattered pieces of furniture, including a queen sized bed frame.
Since there were no windows to speak of, the lighting was subdued, and primarily came from several strategically placed candles. Finn did spot a couple artificial lights that brought the brightness level to 'decently lit' as opposed to 'dimly lit'.
On the side of the room opposite the bed there was a cabinet, some shelving, a big wooden chest. All in all, the place had a very homey, relaxed feel.
Standing in the corner of the room, without pants and wearing a chastity device locked onto his teenage dick, Finn couldn't help himself and so interrupted the man to ask, "This is great and all, but why am I here?"
Frowning in irritation at being cut off mid walk-through of each step he had taken to architect and construct the room they now stood in, Mr. Gavin took a second to clear his throat and replied, "Yes, well, I was just getting to that. As enjoyable as it was for me to build this space for myself and fill it with furniture and knick knacks that spoke to me, now that the room is done I wish to start filling it with, hmm, how to say, happy memories, as it were."
Not being an idiot, the high schooler began to see what the older man was getting at.
Still looking about the attic in an effort to avoid awkward eye contact, Finn not so subtly asked, "So... you want to do like, sex stuff? With me?"
One of the shiba's ears flicked nearly imperceptibly as he answered, "Mr. Finn, need I remind you that you are seventeen years old AND one of the students I'm charged with taking responsibility for? No, I will not be doing 'sex stuff' with you. Instead, you and I will take time to enjoy the simple pleasures this room has to offer, together, such as rest and relaxation. We will come into this room together and, a few hours later, we will leave this room together. That is all."
Now once again completely clueless, the heavy set rat said, "I don't get it. What am I missing?"
Speaking up as if an idea had just occurred to him from out of the blue, the math teacher replied, "Ahh yes, I knew there was something I was forgetting. How could I possibly expect you to relax with that device strapped so tightly around your package. If you like, I could take it off for a short while... That said, of course I'd need to reapply the device before we leave this room later, you understand. That thick.... blunt.... dripping weapon you're carrying around is just too dangerous to be permitted to wander our school's hallways and classrooms unfettered."
Young mind working as quickly as it could to catch back up, Finn began to piece together what the mature dog was getting at. The kinky mutt was going to allow him a few hours of freedom from the cruel plastic cage wrapped around his sensitive bits, but the teacher wasn't going to leave the room. After he was unlocked, there'd be zero privacy while he was capable of getting an erection. If the tall, powerfully built rodent wanted to shoot off a load, he'd have an audience for the entire jerkoff session.
Still, it'd been over three days since he'd gotten off and the sexual frustration was definitely getting to him at this point. Besides... if he refused the man's offer, Mr. Gavin could always make good on his threat and Finn had no proof about this offered 'deal' to counter-blackmail the canine.
The rat was clever enough to know when he was caught.
'Fuck it. I'll play along. It sounds like he's not even going to want to touch me anyway. Just watch from the sidelines. Okay, you fossil... you want a show? I'll give you a show.'
Switching from internal contemplation to addressing the teacher directly, the seventeen year old student carefully said, "Yeah... okay. I'd, umm, like that, I guess."
Smiling in victory, the shiba quickly produced a second key from his pocket and within a few seconds Finn's member was flopping around free and unrestrained. Embarrassingly enough, it was also quickly firming up as Mr. Gavin watched on intently.
Feeling his face heat up as he watched the dog's hungry eyes stare hungrily at his package, the boy felt both deep shame and undeniable arousal as the shiba looked on. As the seconds ticked by, Finn's unit grew larger and harder until it was pointing nearly straight out from his beneath the bottom of his t-shirt and waistline.
As if sensing that this might finally be the opportunity to achieve much needed release, the rodent's shaft began leaking profusely, pre-cum beading up at his cock's piss-slit and threatening to fall off and onto the hardwood floor.
The math teacher licked his lips but did nothing, other than offering up, "Perhaps you'd be more comfortable on the mattress, my boy?"
Nodding without saying a word, Finn made his way to the bed and rolled onto it -- the springs groaning in protestation at the weight of his bulk. Placing himself squarely in the center of the bed, the lad stretched out his legs and laid down on his back, letting his right hand wander over to his crotch before taking it the full hard rod within its grip.
Closing his eyes, the rat began firmly and methodically stroking himself off while trying to pretend that his high school math teacher wasn't a mere few feet away looking on.
For a few minutes things went just this way with Finn roughly pleasuring himself while attempting to block out the rest of the world.If the boy had hoped this is how it would go until he finally achieved climax and could conclude this bizarre and embarrassing session, he must have been disappointed when the shiba eventually spoke up.
Speaking assertively, the dog barked out, "You're going too fast, boy. Slow that hand down. And get your eyes open. You will treat that cock with the respect it deserves or it's going to be another two weeks until that monster of yours gets to play again."
Hearing this, Finn's eyes shot wide open in shock. This was not how he'd assumed his release from chastity was going to go. Before now, he never could have imagined that commanding voice coming from his meek and mild math teacher. It held a domineering tone that tolerated no dissent.
"Better. Now, get that left hand in the mix too. Those fat balls of yours look lonely. Roll them between your fingers and give them a good squeeze."
Feeling completely exposed and out of his element, the teenager's default reaction was just to comply with the man's unreasonable demands. Taking his as of yet unoccupied other hand, the boy began playing with his nut sack while simultaneously trying to slow down the speed of his strokes. In the mean time, pre-cum continued to ooze from his dick's piss slit, causing his shaft to become slick and shiny.
Grabbing a chair and arranging it such that it gave him the best vantage point of the action that was happening atop the bed, Mr. Gavin took a seat before continuing to direct the private show he had painstakingly arranged.
"There we go... look at you being such a well behaved lad, following your teacher's instructions. That's it, boy, keep it up... except, play with your nipples a little while you're at it. Now... let's discuss this short story of yours some more, shall we?"
Groaning in protest between clenched teeth even and choosing to ignore Mr. Gavin's feedback regarding his nipples, all Finn could manage to do was look over at the other man and say, "But... Mr. Gavin...!"
Shaking his head in firm dismissal of the rat's feeble protest, the shiba answered, "Shhh, boy. That's 'sir' to you, remember?" Picking up where he left off in regards to the topic of Finn's kink writing, the teacher said, "If memory serves, there's a point in the latter pages of the story where you finally allow me temporary freedom from the chastity cage you've placed me in. Do you recall this part, Mr. Finn?"
Instantly recalling the part of the story the canine was referring to, the student tried to explain himself.
"Please sir, that was just meant to be a bit of harmless--"
Once more cutting off the unsaid words of the masturbating minor, Mr. Gavin interjected, "Yes yes, just a fun bit of harmless fiction. No harm done, per say, lad. But still... it strikes me as very apropos to our current situation, don't you agree? ...Just nod your head, Finn, and keep smearing that leaky pipe's output around."
The high schooler's length was indeed much like a dripping faucet: steel hard and constantly making a wet mess. Three days of abstinence had made the teenager outrageously horny and turned his typically iron-like will power into supple clay to be molded by the man who held the key. And so, Finn meekly nodded when told to, even as fresh pre-cum dripped onto his shaft and hand.
Nodding to himself in satisfaction, the shiba followed up his previous statement with, "Good. I'm glad you think so. Because in the story, which you yourself authored Mr. Finn, I hope you'll remember that after you forced me to locked my own 'dicklet' into a chastity device, you wrote that you forced me to service all your sexual needs for the next three months. During which time, if I ever even mentioned or alluded to my own needs or the fact that my unit hadn't yet been released from its cage, you spanked me as if I were an errant little boy."
Laying on the large bed in the middle of the woods-man styled room, the rat moaned softly under his breath as he listened to the canine describe his own fictional, but still very kinky, mistreatment. With his left hand, Finn felt his furred balls gently pulse and bounce on his palm.
His voice taking a harsher edge, the fully clothed shiba instructed, "Don't you dare cum, Mr. Finn. Your teenage rebellious attitude will not be rewarded here, unlike at your parents' house. If I see even a single ribbon of white squirt out from that hefty hose you're manhandling, there will be a reckoning the likes of which I assure you that you are quite unprepared for. Do I make myself clear, boy?"
Taking deep breaths and trying to get his labido back under control, the youth called out, "Yes, sir!"
"Very well. And no one told you to stop masturbating. Stroking slowly will suffice, Mr. Finn. ...Where was I? Ahh, yes. After three months of strictly enforced chastity, you're about to finally allow me to climax... though, only by my own hand. But, just as I'm about to blow my modest load all over my hand and the floor, you stop me. You tell me that there's always a price to be paid for pleasure, isn't that correct Mr. Finn? Remind me: what did you require of me so that I could obtain my desperately needed release?"
Stalling for time even as he blushed furiously, the rat stammered, "But, sir! None of it was real -- just a bit of make believe and--"
"I didn't ask you for excuses. I asked you to tell me what came next in the story, Mr. Finn."
Breathing deeply, his cock warm, hard, and wet in his hand, the rat recalled, "Umm, I made you sign some stuff."
Becoming annoyed, Mr. Gavin pressed on, "Don't test my patience you fat-dicked buffoon. What were the specific terms of the written agreement you forced me to sign?"
Somewhere in the back of Finn's head, he was perversely pleased that the older man thought he was well hung. But the rest of his attention was on addressing the shiba's demanding question.
"It, ahh, the paper that is, said that you had asked for this... that you were hiring me as your long term keyholder... that it was up to me when to let you out. That you were paying me for it. Oh... and that you couldn't sue me and stuff."
Having arrived at the heart of the matter, the canine beamed in vindication as he watched his erect student squirm on the bed.
"That's correct, Mr. Finn. With a stroke of the pen, I'd signed all of what made me a man over to you. In the fantasy you penned, you made me celebrate my new found keyholder by going down on you. The story even ends with you climaxing down my throat, with your foot pressing my own hard length into the carpet, and without depicting me cumming even once in the entire tale. And that, boy, is where that story ended and your story begins."
Equal parts nervous and sexually amped, the high schooler could only respond, "Sir?"
Standing up and approaching the bed, Mr. Gavin reached down and repositioned the hard-on that was tenting his slacks as he said, "Before I'll allow you to make a mess of your chest and belly fur with all that jizz you've stored up, you will need to sign this document." Opening the nightstand drawer that lay just a couple feet from Finn, the older male retrieved a clipboard.
"What... what does it say?"
"Quite a great deal, actually. Legalese tends to be very dense, you see. But to summarize, that thick beast between your legs needs to be leashed and muzzled... and I'm the best candidate for the job. It's not all bad though, boy. As soon as this is signed, I'll be legally protected from undertaking certain acts. One example being, taking your cock between my lips and into my muzzle -- right here and now. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Getting off in my mouth and squirting your teenage cum all over my tongue. I'm sure you would... you wrote about it in your story often enough."
Finn could not have been more torn. On the one hand, he knew what a terrible idea this was and how much he'd regret it if he just went along with what the short shiba said. But on the other, he was literally just one signature away from getting his first blowjob. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone.
Still stroking himself while paralyzed with indecisiveness, the rat managed, "I dunno, man... I mean, sir. I'm not sure"
Holding the clipboard up to him to be signed, Mr. Gavin smoothly answered, "And that's why that's exactly why you need a wiser, more mature man -- like me -- to guide your path. Let me be sure for you. Sign the paper Mr. Finn. Now."
Just about to tell the canine 'Thanks, but no thanks', Finn suddenly felt the man's other hand on his inner thigh... just mere centimeters away from his plump bullocks. And just like countless teenagers before him, with the prospect of sex dangled in front of him, the boy stopped thinking with his fore-brain and switched over to thinking with his balls.
With a groan that was a moan mixed with a sigh, the rodent let go of his cock to grab the pen that was attached to the offered clipboard. With practiced ease he signed his name and dated the form. And just a second later, the whole of it was vanished by Mr. Gavin who stepped away for a minute, placed somewhere safe, off limits, and outside of the room.
When he came back, the shiba approached the bed and, without saying a single additional word, knelt down beside the youth and in one go took as much of the lad's pole into his mouth as would fit.
For the horny teeanger, he suddenly found himself in heaven. Never before had he experienced anything even close to the wondrous pleasures he found inside the shiba's active mouth. It felt as though the dog's tongue was everywhere at once: licking the tip of his shaft, wrapping itself around his precum slickened pole, and even lapping over his overfull sack when the man pushed himself down far enough on his cock.
Finn didn't know what to say, nor what to do. Not even with his hands, which were busied clutching bed sheets between clenched fingers. Moaning unintelligibly, the rat couldn't resist the instinctive urge to thrust his hips upward, which occasionally resulted in a soft gagging on the part of the dog. This only served to turn the high schooler on more, who was thrilled that he was well enough equipped to cause problems for the teacher.
For Mr. Gavin, the sex act was equally enjoyable. Before this moment he'd never seriously believed that he'd be able to pull it off. That he'd be able to wield the stick and carrot effectively enough to get such a handsome stud to sign fundamental rights away. To the shiba, the rod he was going down on tasted unbelievably delicious, the primary reason being that he alone owned it. Whatever traits or characteristics there were about this cock that made it an impressive specimen, they were no longer a credit to the lad himself. Instead, credit lay solely at Mr. Gavin's feet. After all, this pleasingly proportioned slab of meat belonged exclusively to him.
It was the shiba who was going to cage it. It was the shiba who was going to tame it. It was the shiba who was going to teach it and its former owner to perform tricks. All the rat would be responsible for was lugging it around and following directions.
For just a while longer Finn rode the highs of his first blowjob, until he felt his pleasure begin to crest. Realizing that he was only seconds away from blowing his load inside the canine's muzzle, the lad grunted out, "Sir! Immabout to cum! Sir? Sir! Ohhhhhh, fuuuuck! Oh man, I'm totally creaming your mouth.... oh fuck.... fuck yes!"
A massive stream of thick, sticky semen gushed forth near endlessly as Mr. Gavin worked his magic, swallowing what he could down his throat and letting the rest run down the boy's shaft. All in all, it was a wet, sloppy affair that left the shiba's muzzle fur and the rat's crotch fur in messy state.
Coming down from his amazing orgasm, Finn ran his hands over his face and took in deep breaths. Meanwhile, his math teacher busied himself by lapping up all evidence of the boy's first oral-fueled climax. The shiba intuited that this was his last chance to enjoy such a treat for the next while and was already trying to remember where he'd placed the chastity device.
But even as the other man ran his tongue over his wilting shaft and drained balls, licking up as he went, the rodent was already beginning to have second thoughts.
"So, like, what now? Do you... need me to take care of you or something? I'm not sure I could do... what you did, but I could... try, you know?"
Taking his lips off the tip of Finn's dick with a wet pop, the still fully clothed Mr. Gavin answered, "You can expect to be taking care of me quite a bit in the future, boy. Truth be told, it should not come as a shock to you that I'll be getting off far more often than you will be. But for now... just relax and enjoy yourself. Oh, and keep an eye out for that chastity device. It's laying around here somewhere."
The rodent didn't like hearing that. Not in the slightest.
"... How long are you going to keep me locked up this time, sir? Until next Saturday?"
Thinking for a moment before responding, Mr. Gavin shrugged noncommittally and said, "At the very least. Possibly longer. Possibly much longer. I haven't decided. Why? Would you like a second chance at my muzzle before we pack this big, naughty thing away for a while?"
Feeling the his limp cock begin to plump up with new life at the thought, Finn could only think of one answer to that question, even as the shiba leaned over to once more work his mouth over the rat's rapidly growing pole.
"...Yes, sir."