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One more year went by. Yet, as the students threw their caps in the air and flooded out of the hall, screaming in celebration of the beginning of their adulthood, it seemed no different from any other year, or even from how they would just push out of their classrooms to hang out together and leave their homework for the night before. But it was still nostalgic, knowing this was the last time they would walk through these doors as students, knowing that he would never even see some of them again...

"I'm getting old," Gavin sniffed, looking at his students chatting with one another, running up to their families excited, hugging their girlfriends and boyfriends, and it seemed it was only yesterday they were starting to hit puberty in the first place. Time flies, so he was getting old.

"Hey! The party's in my house!" and following that, there was an almost universal cheer among the graduates. Gavin didn't need to turn around to know it was Raz, that hyperactive fire dragon, who said that. Lazy as he may be with his assignments, his real talents lied in getting the class together. He had that charm typical of his species, enough to even get his old goat of a teacher interested in some of his ideas.

In fact, just now, he was victim of his charms, unable to take his eyes off him and his friends as they made their way out. The young bird next to him, in particular, feathers shining a bright green in contrast with his red scales, caught his attention.

Stan. A very peculiar mix of a straight A student and a problem child. Smart, skilled, surprisingly perceptive and mature for his age; all the classic signals of an ace, a genius even, had it not been for his less than approachable nature. From where he was standing, Gavin could only look at his back, but he only needed to remember those stern eyes for a shiver to run up his spine. Smart as he was, more than once he would get late, fall asleep in class or send someone to the hospital because they got in his bad side, but between his impressive grades and the intimidating presence he somehow exerted on the entire school, he was always left off the hook. He's never the one to start, said every single other teacher when faced with that freezing gaze of his.

It had always seemed so curious that he and Raz could be so close despite being each other's antithesis, but he pinned it to their parents' relationships and Raz's charm and stubbornness. It was almost saddening that he had to see them leave school and never find out what their relationship was based on to stay as strong, but so was a teacher's life. Getting on your car at the end of the day while your students went to their own homes, years on a row, until one day they just stopped, and you had to focus on the next ones that came.

And he was doing just that, watching the graduates hold the fire dragon on their shoulders down the parking lot, getting on their own cars with every intention of convoying to his place and drinking themselves to sunrise. Not something he, as a teacher, could condone, but it's not like he could do much about it if he wasn't their teacher anymore.

"Mmmm... Ah, where's Stan?" he wondered when he realized that the young bird wasn't next to his friend, as Raz always wanted him to be. He was nowhere to be seen among the mass of people pushing in and driving away, actually; it was almost as if...

Gavin chuckled. If he was anywhere, it would be there. So perhaps he might go and try to be his teacher one last time. So, his car's door closed, and a quick stroll was all it took for him to reach around for the back of the building.

Surprising no one, there he was, Stan, back leaning against the wall and a single strand of smoke blowing out of his beak. A cigarette confidently held between his fingers went up and he took another long, deep breath, his lungs filling and his frown softening from the sensation. It was no secret that he enjoyed coming here for a smoke or two, sometimes in-between classes even, but again, no one had the guts to stand up to the guy. Perhaps it was time someone d-

"Are you going to stand there all day, Gav?"

He froze. More or less beating the purpose of his student's words, but it was impossible not to. Stan had always had a deep, powerful voice for his age; a few words were more than enough for anyone to stop on their tracks. But as if that wasn't enough, he turned around, and there they were: those sharp, cold eyes piercing through his flesh and staring straight into his soul, gauging him. It wasn't his size, his large, muscular frame, or the way his feathers crisped when his mood went sour; it was those eyes that made him... Yes, terrifying. That was the word.

Somehow, the shock from being looked at by those eyes jolted Gavin back into reality, his body once again able to move and telling him to turn tail. He couldn't help but find it ironic: this kid, almost thirty years younger, with smaller muscles than the ones he had the decency of hiding under his clothes, intimidated him; and it was thrilling. But he ignored it and decided to defend his pride instead.

"You know, Stan, I'm still your teacher, so first name basis isn't exactly appropriate," he tried his best to keep his tone neutral and hide his growing frustration. Students like him didn't react well to authority, and a man Gavin's age didn't react well to that, but it would help no one if he lost his temper here. Talk about tiring.

"Actually, you're not my teacher anymore," the bird replied, holding up his rolled-up diploma on his free hand, holding the goat's stare as he took another puff from his cigar. "I'm eighteen. I'm legally an adult, so it's appropriate to refer to other adults by their name. Wouldn't you agree, Gavin?"

"I didn't peg you for the cheeky type," ah, no, he had to try and keep his temper in check. But seeing the lack of response from the young man wasn't helping matters. "It's actually illegal to smoke on school grounds, mister adult."

"Tch, fine," and with that, the cigarette fell on the ground, promptly squeezed off by the graduate's shoe. Without much else to say, he started heading for the parking lot, not giving as much of a glance to his former teacher.

"Hang on," said teacher sighed. Attitude or not, this was still a student, so he swallowed his pride and held him by the shoulder. Stan turned back at him, his frown growing deeper, his eyes pushing sharper daggers at his skin... This time, Gavin swallowed for real, but stood his ground. "You're not at Raz's party. Everything ok with you two? You don't want to cut things on your graduation, do you?"

"Raz and I hang out mostly to fuck," he pulled out of Gavin's grasp, leaning back on the wall with the same disinterested expression he had when answering his tests, as if all the things he was saying were obvious. Granted, his and Raz's sexualities were no secret, so there were plenty of rumors going around about their activities; rather than surprise at the fact, Gavin was interested in how nonchalantly open he was about it. "I'm not a party person and knowing him, he's in his car either getting head or giving it, so it's not like he needs me around. We can go at it all summer, so whatever."

"You guys are keeping in touch then? Good to hear," and it was good to hear. He couldn't help the smile that creeped on his lips at the idea that his students' bonds would continue to grow. Bonds he, in some way, helped create. It made their farewell mean something. But of course, a man like Stan was bound to twist his words.

"Why's that? You get hard knowing your students bang?" Gavin stepped back at the accusation, but he couldn't hide the blush forming on his cheeks at the idea. Of course, he had never thought of them like that, he was a teacher, for crying out loud! But again, his student was good at playing with his reactions. "You always struck me as the type who would go for younger dudes."

"I assure you, I'm not..." but he stopped his rebuttal just as the younger avian's words were replaying in his head. "Is it... Is it that obvious that I go for dudes?" he asked, looking down and passing a hand through his hair, rubbing his horns anxiously. Unlike his student, he wasn't the most open regarding what (or rather, who) he did in the bedroom.

"It's fairly obvious if you pay attention. Like the days when Raz comes without a shirt under his jacket, you catch glances at his chest and then look away out of guilt," Gavin was now burning red of shame and held his horn hard enough that he thought it would snap. A zipper got his attention and he looked up, seeing his student take off the robes and pull down the shirt underneath, giving him a perfect look of the ample, plump pecs underneath. His immediate reaction was to look away. "Yeah, just like that."

He was just taken by surprise, that's all. Even if... he did have to admit Stan could fall under the definition of attractive. You'd have to be blind not to notice a body like his, especially when it was presented to you so freely. A deep breath was all he needed to regain his composure and look back at his student, robe already on his hands, left with the casual clothes that'd been underneath. He'd be damned if the black shirt hugging tightly to his muscles didn't give him a couple ideas, but he was still reluctant.

"Stan, that's..."

"Inappropriate?" and faster than he thought possible, Gavin was slammed against the wall by a pair of feathery hands pulling his shirt, and the same terrifying eyes, coupled with a wicked grin that spelled out the bird's intentions. "I told you, I'm an adult. I can do what I want. Who I want."

"Stan, wait, stop!" Gavin panicked when his student's hands reached for his shirt, but it was too late. The bird pulled hard enough for one or two buttons to fly out and expose his teacher's massive, hairy chest, pecs rising from his heavy breathing, nipples standing on attention now exposed to the chill. But most interesting of all were the beefy tits being pulled upwards by the leather harness the goat had been hiding under his clothes, tightly hugging his body.

"You wear this while giving class? Talk about kinky," that smug grin only grew when he saw his teacher's wear, pulling on one of the straps so it snapped back on the exposed chest. Gavin winced, but he was too concerned with being found out to express any further complaint. "Doesn't change my plans, but it makes them a lot more fun."

"What?" Gavin snapped back at the bird, but he was already off his grasp, walking away from the confused goat. "W-Where are you going?"

"I'm not fucking you in school, I'm not an animal," he said without turning back. "I have a place in the city, come on."

How on Earth had things escalated to this? The audacity the kid had to just assume he would go along with whatever crazy idea had gotten into his head was unbelievable. And yet... Gavin couldn't deny there was a certain appeal to the idea. A taste of the forbidden that seemed so tantalizing, so exquisite, so hard to resist. His hand went through his hair again, rubbing his horns. And a second later he followed the bird, not wanting to keep someone like him waiting.

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The door opened with a heavy thud, and Stan stepped inside, turning the lights on. Not expecting an invitation out of him, Gavin followed his student into the small warehouse as it slowly illuminated, the bird leaving his things on a nearby table as he lit another cigarette.

He didn't say much. He just sat on Gavin's passenger seat and gave directions that the goat found himself inclined to obey. Perhaps it had something to do with his own exposed chest making him feel defenseless, or Stan's commanding air putting incredible pressure in him, despite the young man not bothering to look his way the whole ride. Most likely, it was both. Either way, he wasn't expecting to be taken to an almost desolate industrial area, making him pull his still wide-open shirt over his pecs, his hands brushing the harness.

"How exactly does a high schooler have access to a warehouse like this?" he asked. Right as he did, Stan was heading to a corner where a single bed, a desk and a mini fridge were neatly put together into an impromptu bedroom, raising more questions. "Do you live here?"

"I sleep here sometimes, when my dad's too scared of me to walk around the house," he said with his usual uncaring tone, and Gavin couldn't help but agree with his father, even if he ended up berating himself for thinking such things. "I actually kind of own this place through my job."

"You have a job?" asked an honestly curious teacher as his student rummaged through one of the desk's drawers. Unusual as his situation may be, he wasn't a stranger to improvised surprise sex, meaning he still had enough composure to try and get some conversation out of the bird. If he was honest, his silence was unnerving. "What do you do?"

"Mmm... I guess you could call it pest control," Stan chuckled, and another shiver crawled up Gavin's spine. The sound was so alien on the otherwise stoic young man, it was almost unsettling. Everything about this situation was unsettling, but his curiosity and the uncomfortable tent on his pants held him in place. "You're familiar with these, I assume," he almost jumped back when the bird talked, now right in front of him; how on Earth had he sneaked up on him so fast and quiet? But his attention was quickly taken by the pair of nipple clamps in his hands, linked together by a thin chain and openly waiting for a pair of meaty nubs to latch on. Of course, he was familiar with such toys, but how was Stan... Actually, in hindsight, these kinds of tastes seemed right up Stan's alley.

He couldn't ponder much more on the subject as the clamps closed around him before any word of recognition could leave his mouth; instead, only a wince and a low, pleased sigh came out as the old, familiar sensation filled his body with warmth and excitement. Sex was one thing, but when was the last time he let go like this? And there was a strange appeal in being dominated by a student; he wasn't clear if it was the age difference or the power reversal, but it got him going in new, unexpected ways.

"Kneel," Stan's words pulled him out of his thoughts, but they were far from a surprise. Holding the chain high between his bright green fingers, the bird gave him a single look; it was more than enough for his knees to turn into jelly and gravity to pull him towards the floor, but he wasn't even halfway down when the clamps pulled his nipples up, leaving him in a crouching position to keep the scream from leaving his throat. Stan didn't seem to take it so well, however. "Did I fucking stutter?"

Again with those eyes, cold enough to make your will turn into ice and crumble. Their pressure alone was palpable enough that Gavin felt pushed to the ground, the chain yanking his flesh as he reached the floor, the trapped scream finding its way out of his throat and echoing on the walls until he gritted his teeth in an almost futile attempt to keep the pain at bay. Of course, that wasn't enough for Stan, who pulled his head up by the hair, forcing him to stare into those eyes again, freezing his blood.

"Unzip it," he was blunt. Somehow, that was part of the turn on as well. Knowing better than to disobey, Gavin reached up and quickly opened his student's pants, a round, throbbing bulge pushing out; his flesh, contained only by a pair of dark green boxers, already emitting a powerful musk, made the goat tremble. Suddenly, he needed him. He pulled down with impressive speed, the tall, dripping rod jumping out, bright pink and only a single drop of pre leaking down its length. He wanted so bad to lick it up and enjoy the taste f the younger man's seed, and he would've, had it not been for said man tugging his chain until he screamed in agony, only to take the chance and shove his entire dick down his teacher's throat.

Even a man of Gavin's experience would choke and gag at so much meat being pushed inside his mouth at once, but no matter what sounds he made, Stan didn't stop, nor did he care. It was clear he was a lesser being in his eyes. Why did that excite him so much? Rather than complaining, he adjusted, making sure the angle was right and his throat managed to take in his length without complications. None of that slowed down or hurried up the bird, though; in and out, he had already set his ideal pace, pushing his cock only far enough to please himself. It was inspiring, and Gavin put extra effort in keeping his tongue around the length, rolling around it, cleaning every drop that came out of him and swallowing constantly.

The taste, the smell, the soreness in his jaw- It was all driving him nuts; it was all making his body grow hotter, his need and thirst grow more intense. It wasn't long before his shirt dropped to the floor, leaving his chest with nothing but the leather harness to protect him from the empty chill of the warehouse, and his pants and underwear to follow soon after, his own dick released from the straining confines of his clothes as it painfully hardened from the now constant piston pushing into his mouth. It was inevitable for him to head down and start stroking it, leaking profusely, smearing it all over his length, getting it slick while his free hand played with his balls.

And out of nowhere, he was pulled away from the rod he had been enthusiastically suffocating himself with, trying to push forward to get it back in, but unable to fight the strength of the arm holding his head away. Instead, he was thrown to the floor, landing heavily on his back as a foot pressed hard against his boner, pushing it against his stomach, pressing until another pained yell escaped his lips.

"I didn't say you could touch yourself, did I?" Stan's voice remained as calm, cold and distant as it had ever been, but it carried a hint of anger that Gavin could only catch out of luck. The curious part, however, was how he subconsciously agreed with his student's reaction, how he yearned for the punishment. The bird's personality managed to bring to the surface a certain part of his nature that he had thought long forgotten.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said, listening to that part of himself, letting it speak for him, and it felt oddly reassuring. Memories of his younger days of experimentation, of those quiet, chilly nights going to the park, where plenty other tired men looked for someone to ease their tensions on, started to pop up in his head, making his cock throb at the prospect of relieving them with such an exemplar new master.

Said master sneered at him, his foot leaving the goat's cock. A whimper almost left his lips, yearning for more pain, more attention, but Stan was too busy looking back through his drawer to listen to him anyway. The way he crouched in front of it almost made Gavin wish he was underneath, pleasing his cock in the meantime, always beneath him and ready to provide service. Man, when was the last time he felt this submissive? Yet, he couldn't get enough of it. When Stan came back, the few toys in his hands being dropped on the floor, he couldn't help but feel joyful at being used again.

Holding his cock firmly in his grasp, hard enough to get a stifled moan from his teacher, Stan took the first such object with him: a small, shining chastity cage, the like Gavin hadn't seen in years, with a long sounding rod attached to it. It didn't take a lot for him to understand what was going to happen next. A moment of silence to aim the tip of the rod with his cockslit, slowly pushing the first bit in, spreading the sensitive flesh enough for more moans to come out of him, only to then push it all the way down, moans turning into screams and hands pressing hard against the concrete, as a single vein popped in the older man's neck out of strain. When it stopped, he could feel the metal bar deep down his member, and the cage itself tightly locking around his head, squeezing it until he almost seeped through the openings. Only then did Stan's hand let go of him, and he fell back on the floor, breathing heavily as he was released of his suffering. That moment of respite lasted little, however, as a hard object fell on his stomach, the bird taking his distance after letting it drop.

"You must be familiar with that, right?" he asked, prompting the teacher to inspect the tube now in his hands. It was a silver color, of a brand name he didn't recognize, foreign from the looks of it, but the description was more than enough for his eyes to widen. It was deep heat cream, the kind used to treat muscle sprains and the like. He blushed as he admitted to himself why and how he was familiar with the product, and a new wave of panic surged as he understood Stan's intentions. "You can deduce what I want you to do," his hands were down his pockets, fishing for his phone while keeping his pants off until he decided there was no point on having them anyway. Them, along with his underwear, fell to the ground, leaving him bottomless as he tapped at his screen, crouching to get a proper angle for his recording.

Gavin gave him an incredulous look, but there was not much of a reaction from the bird. He realized quickly there was no point on looking at him; at worst, his lack of action could incite the student's anger. Instead, his eyes went back down to the tube, toying with it in his hands, thinking about the few times it had been used on him. It was always someone else; to make him do it on his own, to himself... It was a special kind of messed up that only served as a reminder of his lower status in front of the avian. And he loved it.

The tap came off and a good amount of the substance fell on his open hand, a milky white color, not entirely different from semen, funny enough. Just a few seconds in and it was already stinging in his palm, making him swallow as he imagined the sensation in other parts of his body. He made to close the tube, but a grunt from his student, the first indication or gesture of any kind he heard from him, was all it took for him to squeeze it again, doubling the amount of cream in his hand. It was evident he had no intention of letting him go with just his cock smeared on it. So, with one sharp breath, his hand went for the still locked member, pressing the cream against his flesh and stroking, up and down and all around, getting as much as possible all over his skin, feeling the cold, minty prickle start to travel down his body and make him tremble. It wasn't long before the prickle got hotter, wider, like hundreds of needles piercing into his manhood, like liquid fire rising up his spine, until a scream came out of his mouth, growing louder as his cock continued to burn furiously, taking special attention to slip his fingers inside the cage and soak his sensitive head in the ointment, feeling it roll down his skin, growing more fluid with the excited heat his loins produced as a response to the very pain it inflicted. His head went into overdrive at the sensations, his throat growing sore just from the yelling, yet his hands didn't stop stroking.

"Don't forget your balls," Stan said, almost absentmindedly, but his own cock throbbing and the single drop of pre falling to the ground betrayed his arousal. He remained focused, nonetheless, on the video being taken, just as his teacher reached down, spreading more of the substance on the plump orbs hanging between his legs, squeezing them, pulling them as they too flared up with his attentions. A bit further down, he reached his taint, practically painting it with what little cream was left in his fingers, feeling his cum boil up only to be stopped by the sounding rod lodged inside him. His first ruined orgasm of the night, but far from the last, as his screams started to grow coarse from the excessive torture he was forced to inflict on himself. "Ok, that's enough," Stan tapped his phone again and stood up, walking up to his new toy as it let its hands fall to the sides, teeth gritted once again, letting out constant grunts of exertion. One of his bright green hands cupped his chin, the feathers feeling incredibly soft against the sweaty, tired skin. "What do we say now?"

"T-Thank you for... the opportunity... sir," Gavin weakly let out and a thumb was pushed inside his mouth, pushing his tongue down as it was forced open.

"You're properly trained and all. I knew you were a slut, Gav," it was his student, of all people, calling him such, but the thrill he felt from it only proved him right. Stan let go, leaving him with nothing but his hard breathing and the burning sensation on his crotch causing him to wince every other second, yet he found himself craving more. Something in his eyes must've given that clue. "You really are thirsty, aren't you? And someone with your experience must be ready for the big leagues."

'The big leagues'. There was no way that meant anything good, but he wanted more. He needed more. Years of wearing his harness beneath his clothes as he gave his classes, as he drank with friends, as he did the most innocent things, like buying his groceries or working out, were now clear evidence of the repressed urge to be dominated, owned by another man. And here he was, having that very wish fulfilled by the ideal figure of ruthlessness. Whatever Stan asked of him, he would do; he simply couldn't refuse.

The bird grabbed his head, this time by the horn, and pulled him closer to the middle of the warehouse, right beneath a couple of hanging belts. Without a single word, Stan pulled down and attached each one of the cuffs on his limbs, tightening them almost to the point it hurt. The seemed to have little purpose, as his movement wasn't really impeded in any way, but the pain once again took over as his nipple clamps were roughly pulled up, getting a yell out of him more out of surprise than anything else. The clamps were attached to a fifth chain, leaving him with little option but to stand up to avoid the pain, yet Stan's hand kept him down, and the flesh nubs pulled up. Even when he left him on his own, he knew it was a bad idea to disobey.

Right then, the belts around him started made sense. Creaking, rusted metal reached his ears and his limbs were slowly pulled up. A moment of curiosity later, he turned around to his student pulling a single nearby chain, his body forced to rise a bit more with each pull of the bird's thick, strong arms. Before long, Gavin's body took off the ground, and inch by inch he was lifted in the air, his limbs spread open and his nipples pulled further away from him, forcing him to put extra effort into making his chest puff out. By the time Stan stopped, he must've been over a foot off the ground, his own weight already pulling down on his body, his limbs already starting to feel what promised to be a whole world of pain later on, wishing the deep heat was used in his near-dislocated joints rather than his still burning loins.

"Do you wanna hear a secret?" Stan whispered in his ear. When the hell did he get there!? Between that and the lack of inflection on his voice, he was getting to be more and more unsettling, and for a second, Gavin couldn't shake off the idea that his life was in his hands, and that he didn't care much for it either. Nonsense, of course, but when you were hanging in the middle of the air with only the man who put you there nearby, you were bound to get the slightest bit paranoid. "Most guys would put on a gag to keep you from making too much noise. Some would go further and get a blindfold, soundproof headphones, everything to make sure you have no idea what happens around you until it's too late. Me? I like when they see... I like when they squirm in panic when they understand what's about to happen. And I sure as hell love when they scream."

A sadist... There was a small, yet significant difference between a master and a sadist; they were easy to mix up. And not only did Gavin now realize he was dealing with the latter, but also to what extent.

Another sound, this time a low humming... Something easy to recognize and that effectively made him struggle against his bindings, only putting more strain on his muscles as he moved about. He knew, on a conscious level, that his efforts were futile, but there was this primal instinct telling him to set himself free, no matter what. The vibrating wand slowly came into view, Stan playfully rubbing his abs with it, making him moan from the massage, until it reached further down, touching the base of his dick. Gavin's fists immediately clenched, his teeth gritted as he held back from shouting. But it was all to little avail: With the wand continuing to roll up his length, it wasn't long before his lips parted and another loud yell came out of him, his balls starting to churn. The part of him that fought with tooth and nail to avoid the pain, held back his orgasm, watching as the bird massaged his length with the wand, headed lower and lower with each pass, brushing against his nuts, rubbing his taint...

It was late by the time Gavin realized Stan's plan. A menacing glint shone in the bird's eyes and the wand was pressed against the goat's tight pucker, pushed against the ring of flesh until it was forced open, his insides sucking in the machine and making his body tremble and his voice grow the loudest it had been all night. Inch by inch, the toy made its way inside him, massaging along, sending waves of intense pleasure through his body, making his burning cock jump in excitement until it reached that sweet spot by his prostate that made his moans deeper. A click later and the wand vibrated faster, harder, and Gavin's back arched, his hips bucked up and his cock shot a second load, stopped again by the rod inside him, pushing his furious geyser back into the sea of seed it came from.

A snap... And a sting left all over his torso. Then another, and another, each one joined by a quick yelp as they grew in intensity and frequency. Only now did he notice his student, whip in hand, striking him across the chest and stomach, each hit leaving pale pink welts that grew brighter, redder with each touch of the leather tails. And the more he was whipped, the further down his body was pushed, his nipples being pulled up as a result. His moans and screams were soon joined by whimpers and the occasional sob, his body starting to swing and his balls still trying to shoot their load; he could even feel them pulling up each time they tried to empty themselves, only to fall back on top of the wand still lodged deep in him. His entire body turned into a playground for the bird's torture, his torso starting to burn from the beating, his nipples starting to get puffy inside the clamps and his voice filling the room.

And just as sudden as it had started, it stopped. Other than the still vibrating rod inside his ass, the torture finished. A long yell left him, turning into a sad whimper. Only his submissive pride kept him from crying out to be released. And next to him, Stan started panting, making the first sound in a while. Gavin looked his way and for the first time his apparent mask of stoicism broke, traded by a wicked grin and a crazed look that made the old man flinch.

"Fuck, man... Most guys are crying for their moms by now," he whispered with only the slightest hint of a chuckle, dropping his whip onto the ground and kneeling next to his teacher's ear. "You're a good sub, aren't you? But you know, I want to break you."

"Do it," it came out on its own. It was out of instinct, out of habit to think of his master's enjoyment first. Logically speaking, he should be begging to be released, but this felt more natural. "Do as you please with me, sir. Break me..." he sighed.

"You're no fun," Gavin looked back at him, but the wicked grin and the crazy eyes had disappeared. There was nothing but the same chilling intimidation he always showed. Even as he stood back up, his body language had gone back to the cool and calculated movements he always used. Other than flickering Gavin's dick rather hard, getting a wince out of the goat, he did nothing to express any sort of anger. And yet, even the densest person could've noticed the infuriated air around the bird. "You're actually a pretty resilient sub, aren't you? More than willing to take the worst of punishments. Meaning it's gonna take longer than usual. Fine. Might as well get my rocks off while I'm at it."

And just as roughly as it had gone in, he pulled the wand out, getting a loud yelp out of his teacher. The toy was turned off and dropped on the ground, forgotten, with Stan's focus now dedicated solely to the gaping hole in front of his eyes. His hands reached for the plump cheeks, spreading them apart enough for his dripping, throbbing cock to push in, going with no resistance being put. With his ass open as it was, there was little pain flooding Gavin's mind, and instead the pleasure was the only thing he truly felt, his body losing tension, letting gravity take hold of him as he was filled to the brim with the hot rod pulsing inside him.

Then all the way out and back in, all in a single, fluid motion that repeated at incredible speed. Without any sort of build-up, Stan set up a furious, aggressive pace that had his balls slapping hard against his teacher's taint and his cock repeatedly pushing against his prostate, hitting that sweet spot so much that Gavin couldn't bear it. A third orgasm made its way up, only to be stopped by the metal rod in his cock, the hot seed churning around in his balls instead, pushing against the inner walls, burning to be let out, and whatever relaxation he may have felt quickly vanished as he pulled himself back up, feeling the strain in his muscles, in his bones, as his limbs struggled to keep his weight in the air.

And through it all, Stan never stopped plowing his ass. He reached for his legs and spread them further away, his hips bucking harder and faster, the wet sounds of his humping being the only thing that reached Gavin other than his own moans, screams and cries mixed into a single, exquisite sound that only made the bird's blood boil with excitement. Bright green hands grabbed his chest, rubbed his abs and scratched, clawed at the red welts the whipping had left on his body, his sensitive skin turning bright, pulsing with pain, turning his voice into wails of agony and making his fingernails sink into his skin from how hard he clenched his fists.

And finally, to join his tortured voice, a couple grunts came out of his student as his pace slowed down, his thrusts becoming rougher, stronger, until a last one had his powerful seed shoot all over inside Gavin, filling him up to the brim, heat spreading through his body until his spent hole could no longer hold it all back, the seed seeping down his ass until it fell on the floor. And yet, Stan kept shooting, thrusting, his sack still hitting his teacher's ass; it was too much, so much! His chest being squeezed, pulled, the clamps roughly twisted around his nipples, his body swung around like a hammock- it was all too much for his boiling testicles, and one more time his seed shot up, pushing hard against the sounding rod, doing nothing but putting pressure in his crotch that spread through his body, his back once again arching midair, only for his seed to continue bubbling deep inside his nuts, unable to get out.

Again, he was left a panting mess, barely capable of staying conscious as his pleasure was denied and his body was used as a plaything. For the first time, he truly wanted to be released, and considered asking for it. And yet, he found himself craving more of his student's cold-blooded torture, wanting to see to what extents he could push him. He looked at him with pleading eyes as Stan pulled out of him, a fountain of cum flooding out of his hole while he walked over to his pants, leaving the goat behind, forgotten.

A cigarette. The very same thing that had started this whole mess, and Stan had taken one out of his pants, lighting it up in front of the goat, almost mocking him as he took a long whiff and the black smoke filled the room, calming his factions. Through all of this, he never gave a single look at his victim, focused only on his own relief. Seemed to be something he was skilled at. It was only after that first puff that he bothered to acknowledge the man's existence, seeing those pleading eyes for the first time.

"What is it? Do you want your release?" he asked. Despite his words and actions, there was no mockery or anger in his voice. Only Stan. He kneeled a second time, pulling out of his pants a tiny key that no doubt would unlock his chastity and set him free, making a glint of hope appear on Gavin's eyes...

Only for him to break the key apart.

"Not happening any time soon," his tone remained as cold as ever, but as he saw the goat's body slump in the middle of the air and his breathing rush from the panic that now threatened to invade him, a tiny smirk formed in the corner of his beak. "It'll only take a month or so for the company to send a new key. Plenty of time to see if I can deal push you to the limit."

One more puff and he walked up to his teacher, leaning down in front of his face and blowing the smoke on it, getting a few coughs out of him that turned into more screams when he pressed the lit end of his cigar against his balls, watching it jump in excitement, almost sure that he was about to shoot another load, only for it to also be stopped by the chastity, the new surprise friend he was about to have for a while.

And despite everything, after all he had been subjected to in just a matter of minutes, and all that he was about to face from this point onwards, Gavin could only think about how he wanted more.