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"I see you've took my advice on your second chapter. I think the revisions are a vast improvement."

The study might have almost been quiet, stilled under a single lamplight's glow as the day turned to dusk outside. The window pane had since frosted over as the night beyond turned cold, and within the office two figures kept warm. One wall was consumed with a monumental collection of books, shelves lining from corner to corner that were crammed full of all manner of tomes and journals gathered over the years by the professor who reclined leisurely before his desk, paper in paw, peering through half-moon reading spectacles as he perused his companion's latest draft. There was little space between them, but whilst the elephant read in a mumbled whisper to himself as dark green eyes scanned the page, the horse otherwise occupied most of the room available.

However being strapped firmly to the chair naked and writhing was perhaps not the best situation to be in. But he had wanted it, even asked for it, and the stallion groaned softly as small vibrating bullets bound to his straining erection continued to torment him, the soft buzz cutting the silence between them with their tiny drone.

"Did you manage to speak to Karen about those books I referred to you?" The horse wasn't listening, head thrown back as he moaned deeply and gruffly, his body flexing as again his ass clenched around the fat plug sitting in his guts. Wearily, with just a touch of exasperation, the elephant snapped thick fingers in between them both, grabbing the horse's attention roused from desperate pleasure, "Focus boy when I'm talking to you. Did you speak to her?"

"N-no..." Aurelius hissed through gritted teeth as his cock throbbed in vain, bullet running rampant on his shaft. There were four in total, as it happened. One tucked right under his flare, one halfway down his shaft, the third just above his balls, and the other behind his sack, grinding against his taint as he struggled in the chair.

"Silly," the elephant tutted, "I'll drop her an email for you, since you're a little tied up..." He flashed the horse a wry smile, the irony of the joke not lost on him, but Aurelius couldn't even stifle up a chuckle for him. How long had it been? Two hours, maybe three? The clock just seemed to slow ever more until it was as if it ticked by at a dying crawl. Most of the students had left campus already, the last scheduled classes or lectures long since over, and now the university lay quiet in the descending dark of the evening, cut open by only the sounds of the odd lone passer-by still mulling about much like he and the elephant were. Only behind closed doors, these two colleagues were doing much more than just exchanging an eagerness of ideas.

"Let me cum, please..." Aurelius breathed, as if the very request took the wind from his lungs. Overstimulation was getting to him, his body screaming for release though it never came. Balls had been thoroughly turned blue, teased along hour after hour until the stallion was sure no cum could actually surge forth as he had leaked whatever load he had in pre all over the floor. The elephant fixed him with a glare, punctuated with just the slyest of smiles. It was a moment in which the horse knew he had just unlocked the door to a whole new world of torment and the professor was preparing to kick the door down and storm into the new territory he'd been given.

"My, my, my!" The elephant rose from his chair, shrugging off his blazer. He spoke with a declared importance, a self-assured man who was comfortable with the power he held and knew damn well what he could do with it, both professionally and beyond. Aurelius could hardly blame him for the swagger to his gait as he strutted around the desk to stand before the bound, writhing horse, perched upon the lip of his desk, arms folded across the barrel of his chest, "The colt wishes to cum, does he? But whatever happened to our arrangement? Don't tell me you're getting cold hooves now."

"I... just please. I just need to cum. Please, Mallory, I can't take any more..."

The bull elephant's grin widened even more, trunk flicking almost like a cat's tail would when its interest had been piqued. It was predatory almost, the devious light that flickered behind the man's gaze as he summed up the horse's words in his mind.

"We agreed," he began plainly and slowly, "That for every mistake I caught in your draft that you would be strapped to that very chair and let me do whatever I wanted to you for an hour." His mighty paws lifted themselves up, unfurling his arms, as he began to undo the buttons of his shirt and slithered a gap down his chest to his gut, exposing the dark forest of hair that swarmed beneath, peeling the crisp white linen back unveiling leathery grey skin, a swollen body of both muscle and fat, and a teeming bush of thick brown that snaked its way from the density on his chest down around his stomach, covering the bloat in a solid sheen of fuzz, until it descended past his waistline, hidden behind a belt and silver buckle. "You got cocky. You missed seven pretty simple errors, so now I get you to myself, for seven full hours." He wandered forwards, absently slipping his shirt from his broad shoulders, large ears flapping as he towered above the bound horse. Aurelius could barely control himself as he watched Mallory's fist reach forward, looking as if it might actually take a hold of his cock, only to diverge at the last second, snapping to his nipples and tweaking the nubs between fat finger and thumb. "And right now, I don't want you to cum." The horse gasped hard, sucking in the air sharply as tight pain flashed in his chest, Mallory pinching his nipples dangerously hard and turning them too far in opposite directions. He tuned the stallion's grimaces until they became higher and higher, all the while talking like nothing at all untoward was happening, "Only one of us is going to get what he wants then."

His nipples were relinquished, but the lesson had been taught. Aurelius breathed deep as he sagged in his bonds, the chair creaking under the weight as his limbs and body again strained against the tight leather straps holding him in place. It was such a stupid move to have made a bet like that, but he had had his eyes on Mallory for a while. He was the head of the department, esteemed amongst the faculty, and he had always shown keen interest in Aurelius's work. Professor Mallory Young was renowned in his field and never once had the stallion suspected anything unusual and unorthodox would emerge between them. It was Mallory who had made the first move, a soft smack to his rump, followed with a coy wink as the elephant had sauntered away too pleased with himself to stick around and bask in the horse's public embarrassment. It would have been nothing until it happened again, and again, until it escalated to prolonged contact, subtle comments, poorly disguised innuendo, until flat out the elephant caught him alone; Aurelius couldn't recall who'd made the first move, and truth be told part of him was convinced he himself might have finally caved and needed to scratch the itch that Mallory had been tickling and goading for so long. It left them with the secretive dynamic of two members of the faculty slipping behind closed doors and getting nasty with each other. Mallory's dirty imagination and his hunger for a muscled stud compliment Aurelius's ego nicely, and in turn the horse got a helping of elephant ass on the regular - the man had an ass like liquid silk and he could take the hung stallion in one, barely breaking a sweat as he just begged for more.

Only the tables had been turned. Aurelius had needed a paper being proofed, and trusting only the most valued opinion for him on campus, he had gone straight to Mallory for the favour. But in return he had proposed a little bet. One spelling mistake equalled one hour in the chair, with a carte blanche for the heavy set male to do whatever he pleased to the horse. He'd been sceptical, naturally, but what harm could it have done? At the time, he just thought maybe the horse wanted to straddle him and ride his fat cock for hours on end, and so his imagination had stopped at that. He agreed, and when he finally got the edited version back, the bastard had left a crude note informing him that he owed seven hours on the chair. Seven petty little mistakes, a mistyped 'the', and unnoticed 'book' disguised as 'boo', the elephant had even pointed out the wrong spelling of 'socialisation' as opposed to the internationally accepted 'socialization'. But a deal was a deal, seven hours were owed.

And it had barely been three at that.

Mallory rubbed his paw over his gut, following the curve of a fat belly, sliding up until he found his own nipples, toying with them through the fuzzy hair. He returned to leaning just against the desk, one giant leg raised, and a foot planted against the chair just beneath the stallion's quivering cock and balls, between his open thighs that were forced apart, strapped to either chair leg.

"So what are you going to do for me, to get what you want?" He said, bending forwards so that his face was a touch more level with Aurelius, trunk slithering out, alive and thinking, as it cupped his chin and snaked around his neck. It tilted his head up, forcing a confrontation between their expressions, and the stallion stared right back desperately into the quietly gleeful visage of the elephant. "Well?"

"Please. I'll do anything, absolutely anything, just let me cum!"

"Anything at all? No matter what?"

"Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"...yes sir..."

Mallory smiled, a battle won, and he moved to take the war. The bullish elephant shifted back, standing back upon two thick legs as his hands moved to unfasten his buckle, undressing before the horse with little care or grace in the poor strip show he was afforded. But right now, this wasn't about the stallion's comfort or needs, it was about what Mallory wanted from him. Aurelius already regretted the decision, but he needed to cum so badly, he really would just have to grin and bear whatever new torment the older male had to throw at him.

His trousers were dropped, followed immediately by a pair of too tight briefs that could barely encompass the elephant's wide hips, stretched under the overhang of his gut. Mallory stood before his captive entirely nude, and for a moment the horse waited, anxious as to his next move, trying to control his quivering nerves as the vibrations still continued to plague him, his ass pushing hard on the plug still lodged inside him. He truly was at the professor's mercy and he squirmed as the huge male descended upon him.

Only Mallory turned around, with the deft elegance of a gymnast, startling for someone his size, he swung one leg across the stallion's lap and doubled over himself. His stomach rested upon Aurelius's, practically smothering him against the chair, and he pushed his rear high into the air until it was just within reach of the horse's head. But Mallory left it there, a great rotund mass of hairy, wiggling flesh staring Aurelius dead in the face, his globes swollen from muscle under the fat, and truly he dwarfed the horse in size. The crevice between his cheeks deepened to a ravine of tightly woven curls of hair, a crawling sea of fuzz that nearly could have been called a pelt as it covered his ass. The smell of it was ripe, sticky with sweat and pungent of the elephant's natural musk; every breath Aurelius took only tainted his lungs further as the behemoth settled into this new position.

"Well if you want to cum, I want you to eat out my hairy ass." Mallory looked back over one shoulder, trunk curling around Aurelius's length and toying with the buzzing bullets that whirred endlessly, remorselessly on his cock and balls, driving him insane. The lightest touch had his body bucking upwards, but with the elephant's weight now pressing down on his torso, he was trapped under a sweltering giant of thick muscle and fat. "I'll start sucking your dick when you start sucking my hole."

The stallion didn't have much of a choice. He was desperate, caught on the edge and unable to do anything about it except cook under the elephant's weight and squirm in vain as his cock continued to tremble, his body screaming at him to just give in, do whatever he must to just let loose. The plug pushed cruelly on his prostate, the vibrations was rampant and overstimulating, he just needed to cum, just a quick release, just to relieve the pressure that was churning in his abdomen.

As if to remind him - or to taunt him - the elephant jiggled his backside before the horse's face. Those beefy cheeks slapped against one another, a rich, thick sound that made Aurelius weak.

"I'm waiting."

He couldn't waste any more time, if he had to, then he would. Aurelius braced himself before thrusting his head forwards, burying his muzzle between the fat buttocks and drowning himself in the sea of hair and stank. The assault on his senses was immediate, sweat soaking his face, musk burning in his nostrils, and he breathed deep as it took the wind out of him. His mouth tasted the faint bitter tart of the elephant's rump, trapped within old underwear all day, sat on his behind in a hot leather chair. No wonder it was so rank, but as he delved into Mallory's ass, he felt the trunk pluck away a vibrator, finally granting him at least the reprieve of no longer having to contend with toy attacking his senses constantly. It stood to reason then that pushing further would grant him more, and so opening his mouth he edged deeper, until his lips fell flush with the elephant's succulent, soft hole.

Mallory was a power bottom, no doubt about that, and he was no stranger to taking the biggest man he could find. As Aurelius slipped his tongue into the wrinkled rim, there was no resistance. Greedily the elephant's hole ate him just as much as he ate his ass, the ring pulsing and drawing him deeper as Aurelius suckled on his hole, pursing his lips to those puffy folds of his ass and tasting the source of the musk. It was overpowering, but as he rimmed the elephant, he felt the bullets plucked off one by one, and then, finally, Mallory opened up his maw and throated the horse's shaft in a hip-juddering swallow. Every single inch was gulped down, right to the base, Mallory's trunk wrapping around Aurelius's balls and pulling them taut away as he blew him, pulling back right to the flare and then down again, lips pushing at his crotch. The horse groaned, the sound lost between the meaty cheeks that encased him, but he didn't dare stop rimming the elephant for all that he was worth. The feeling of having a warm, wet mouth engulfing him was beyond euphoric and the noises that escape his throat were entirely involuntary. The tug on his balls, the feeling of his length just sliding so deep into the huge male, the plug on his prostate, he was just lost in some twisted heaven, where the torture was such sweet pleasure on his tired nerves.

Digging as deep as he could, Aurelius fought at his bindings as he couldn't pull the elephant's ass closer onto his face, forced to keep just at the distance Mallory left him, stuck in this warped sixty-nine as the elephant sucked him off. He could feel his orgasm coming, it was there just in the back of his mind but it was building, like a rolling wave that kept tumbling over and over itself, drawing in height and speed as he hurtled towards the edge. Mallory kept him there though, keeping it as drawn out and slow as he could, taking his sweet time to just savour the horse's manhood as it throbbed hard down his throat. No matter how eagerly and hungrily Aurelius stuffed his tongue down the professor's asshole, practically fucking the male as best he could from his position, it didn't spur Mallory on any faster. He was going to cum when the elephant allowed it, and he was caught there. Just before the brink, so close he could almost touch it, too far away to reach the precipice and fall into an orgasmic ocean just waiting for him. Drunkenly he mumbled desperate please between hot pants for air as he sucked the elephant's hole, face smothered in rank sweat and musk, he writhed against Mallory's weight, grinding his hips futilely up into the elephant's maw, just needing that sweet relief, begging for it, sobbing for it.

Mallory kept him there for a moment longer, prolonging it, relishing the horse's frustration, and then he was merciful.

Aurelius bellowed loudly as he came, the elephant latching his lips and sealing tightly around the horse's swollen flare as he practically pissed his load down his throat, choking back cries as a frightening climax tore through his starved system, the satisfaction so rich and delectable that he collapsed onto the chair, buried beneath the elephant's body, face deep in his fat ass, and he just rode out the orgasm, not knowing if he was still actually cumming or if the sensation was just a ghost of the feeling. But it didn't end, it went on and on until Aurelius swore he could take no more, Mallory's mouth sucking his head hard and guzzling down the horse's sour, creamy nectar, not wasting a single drop as he drank deep. That was when the pleasure turned to intense pain as overstimulation returned. The elephant refused to let go, Aurelius couldn't fight him, so he writhed and thrashed in the chair as the male continued to milk him, working his fatigued body into overdrive. His cock throbbed hard, attempting to soften but unable to do so as Mallory pulled him on and on, dragging along the feeling until it was torture. The stallion now begged to stop, nuzzling at the elephant's musky hole and paws grappling pathetically as if it would change the situation. But it was all in vain, and eventually he gave up fighting, moaning and shivering in violent spasms as Mallory milked every last drop.

Only when he let go, extracting himself from the stallion's body, did Aurelius finally get some relief. His cock sore, his face now pungent with the stench of Mallory's scent, he sank into the chair as if he were boneless, mind addled in the exhaustion and overtaxed nerves. The elephant stood over him, smacking his lips, his breath heavy with the smell of cum,

"That's what you get for asking to cum." Mallory leaned over his desk, the top draw opened and closed, only to then emerge with a massage wand in the grasp of his trunk. Testing the toy, Aurelius flinched as the drone of vibrations sang in the air, "Now, where were we?"

The wand was pressed flush against Aurelius's slowly hardening cock, right at his head, spluttering into the cum and spit now lining his shaft, and the horse let out a raw neigh as he fought all the harder at the chair's straps as vibrations began anew running down his spent dick.

"Oh yes," Mallory smiled, "Four more hours to go."