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The heavy drum of falling water filled the goat's ears, its hollow noise bouncing off the walls and mixing with the sigh that left his lips now that he could finally relieve himself of a long day of stress. Last time he took summer courses, and this time it was for real. The stream stopped, and he pushed the lever, absent-mindedly, without much thought; his muscles moved by themselves, following the automatic guidelines they had grown used to over the years. While the toilet flushed, he shook his flaccid member, knowing that the last drop would fall on his underwear anyway, but the moment his fingers reached, the cold, metallic sting woke him from his stupor, and he looked at his member with a resigned expression as it stirred awake from the memories.

The silver outline of a chastity cage met his eyes, trapping his flesh into a tight hold that squeezed his cockhead uncomfortably, often making it a struggle to sit right. A single finger poked his sensitive head inside the cage, and he bit his lower lip to keep the moan from coming out. A whole month of pent up frustration made his body shiver, and the moan came out as another sigh, as his mind wandered towards the moment his torture began. He remembered...

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He remembered his body falling to the ground with a heavy thud, his nearly disjointed limbs relaxing as the leather strands no longer pulled them up, and his rushed breathing as his abused cock twitched like mad, shooting an inexistent load, blocked by the sounding rod pushed inside him. His body was little more than a mass of shivering, sweaty flesh, muscles strained from the hours of torture: his chest covered in lashing marks and cigar burns, scratches traveling down his back, his nipples swollen and puffy and his balls filled to the brim. Forget moving, he could barely think as it was.

"Holy shit, Gavin," he recognized his own name, but couldn't do more than just looking up at the young man that sat next to him on the ground; a tall, muscular avian, covered head to toe with bright green feathers, a puff of cigarette smoke leaving his beak as his cold gaze stared into the void. His student, Stan, the one who had put him in such a compromising position and enjoyed every second of it, giving him an unreadable side glance, sizing him up, deciding his next move. "What the fuck are you made of, man? First time a guy gets me short of breath like this."

"Raz can't take it, huh?" he teased his student, despite his own exhaustion creeping on him with every word. His inhibitions long gone, he pictured the flame dragon tied up just like him getting a nice whipping from the young man, screaming to be let off, to get his rocks off.

"I don't go this far with Raz," Stan clarified, surprising his teacher with a slightly softer tone. His cigarette flicked away, the bird stood up with a long stretch, heading for the warehouse's corner where his impromptu living quarters were located and getting a short key from his drawer; one that Gavin recognized with little issue.

"You had another key?" he managed to let out weakly, his eyes drifting towards his still caged cock as it twitched again in anticipation.

"Of course, I had another key. You didn't think I would break the only copy and keep a sounding rod in your dick for a month, did you? I told you, I'm a monster, not an animal," and a click later, the metallic contraption was pulled with a swift movement, the sudden emptying of his urethra making Gavin claw the floor and grit his teeth to keep his scream in. The first thing that came into his mind right after was the prospect of finally, _finally_letting out his load, but the bird quickly shot those hopes down. "If you cum, I'll chop it off."

Any intention Gavin had to reach and jerk off was eliminated in a second, some primal part of his brain urging him to believe his student's words. But Stan didn't seem to react one way or another; his face remained expressionless as he stood back up, once again rummaging through his belongings, until a new glimmer caught the goat's eye. A new, different model of cage was in his hands, this one having a thicker rod down the middle that would've made Gavin scurry away had he had the strength left to do so.

"Ok, so this one," Stan started explaining, crouching in front of his teacher, pushing the tip inside his teacher's urethra, getting another dry, loud yell out of him on its way inside, "is a very interesting hollow model. Won't let you ejaculate in the least, but it's wide enough to let urine through. Basically, you can pee, but you can't cum. That way you won't burst your kidneys or something; you have to take care at your age, man."

"I thought you said-

"I said I'm not an animal," the final stretch pushed in and the metal once again tightly hugged to his head, with the familiar soft click pointing that it had been secured around him once again. "But I made it very clear I'm a monster."

"Y-You did, sir..." he answered once it was clear who was in charge. "I apologize, sir. Thank you, sir."

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He shuddered at the memory. Even as the words left his mouth with the most chillingly neutral tone, and as his face moved not a single inch to showcase any emotion, just remembering the way Stan had looked at him was enough for him to feel a primal form of fear.

It was the eyes. Those cold, calculating, ruthless eyes that pierced deep into your soul, froze your entire being as they gauged you, ate you whole, pushed you to the ground and made you want to kneel, to be dominated, intimidated by them... Just remembering made him feel fear, and excitement, which his cock was more than happy to prove, chastity cage be damned.

Another sigh left him. It had already been a month since that? He wished he could say something like 'How does time fly when you can't jizz!', but he had been counting the seconds so far. As if he needed the lack of relief to add to his ever-growing stress.

A buzz in his pants caught his attention and any thought he may have had regarding his current state vanished. That is, until he saw the name on his screen, along with the text 'Meet me out in five', along with a picture of him pulling his shirt up in the middle of the parking lot, showing off his pecs in public and making him wish he was there, licking, kissing, sucking his entire being, worshipping him like the cruel, exquisite man he was...

Fuck, it was embarrassing. A whole month of being forced to hold it all in, to not be allowed to get some relief and instead get constantly barraged by lewd pictures, being forced to take his own, being groped in public during surprise visits at work and even in his own house! And all by a single guy who only a month earlier had been a high schooler. And yet, it was things like this, like that daring picture of him, that made his trapped cock jump and throb with need. He couldn't help but think how much he wanted him to own him again, to be made an object for his satisfaction...

Damned kid, getting in his head...

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"I don't think you've ever been around," the young man cleared as he opened the door for his teacher, who tried his best to keep his surprise at such sudden gentlemanly behavior as he stepped inside. "So yeah, this is our place."

The second surprise came when Gavin took a moment to see his student's house. It was... average. He had no idea what he had been expecting, but this was far from it; between the sober living room, the low hum of the TV to the side and a pair of shoes strewn about without much care, it seemed like the typical single father suburban house. If anything, it was Stan what was out of place in the picture.

"Is that you, son?" Gavin's pondering was forced to an end when a gruff voice reached his ears. He recognized it as belonging to his student's father, and was proven right when the tall, bulkier version of Stan left the living room to meet with them, imitating his own shocked expression when his eyes fell on the goat. "Well, this is a surprise, Mr... Stone, was it?" he said when he offered his hand to the teacher.

"Just Gavin is fine, Mr. Highwind," he answered with a firm handshake of his own.

"Then just Arden is fine. That's how it is with us, old men, isn't it?" a hearty chuckle left his beak and his entire body shook with mirth that until now Gavin had found uncharacteristic on avians, based entirely on his recent experiences with the younger one standing next to him. Between the dull green feathers showing his age almost as much as his own graying hairs, and the wizened expression that came with his smile, the older man seemed like a much more amicable version of his son. It was almost jarring. "Didn't Stan graduate last month, though? Why are you-

"Dad!" Stan's outburst came as a shock to the two older man, and he quickly jumped between them, facing his father and holding the thick, exposed arms with an apparently soft touch. "Did you go to the gym today? You look... mighty fine. Pretty nice pump you got; you feel positively delicious," it was... where they like that? The way Stan started rubbing his father's arms certainly made it seem that way, but almost at the same time Arden's breathing started going faster, his eyes staring wide at his son's face. Gavin recognized those eyes, having made them on his own more than once when faced with the bird. Just what kind of expression was he giving the older man? "You should ask Rigor out tonight! You guys have been going kind of, sort of steady, haven't you? Take him out on a dinner, to the movies, I don't know! It's on me. Gavin and I can have some privacy then."

"Gavin..." the older bird picked up on the name, swallowing almost imperceptibly. "Son, is he...?" the question was left hanging; instead, a deep breath left the older bird and he stepped out of his son's grasp, grabbing his keys and heading for the door. Not even once did he make eye contact with the goat. "I'll sleep in his place then. Don't wait me up. Mr. Stone, I'll leave my son in your capable hands."

The door softly closed behind Gavin; just like the older bird, he refused to turn around, focused instead on the student lighting a cigarette in front of him, his eyes the same empty, freezing gaze as ever. What exactly had just happened? How was he supposed to react? Some old, teenage instinct told him to leave after being found out by 'his date's dad', for lack of a better term, but his own age somehow kept him in place, lending him to confusion. By the time he managed to push the words out, the cigarette was already halfway down.

"Does he... Does your dad know?" he asked, meekly, receiving a typical poker face in return.

"I'm sure he does. I never make a big effort hiding who I bang," Gavin couldn't help but blush in shame and, on some level, panic over his activities with a student being made public by the young man's indiscretion. Granted, he wasn't his student anymore; if anything, he was the victim here, being aggressively goaded into these lewd situations almost against his will- Of course, thinking about it like that made his pants go tight and his back tense up to try and hide his erection.

"In that case, I don't know... Have you thought about moving? Getting more privacy?" the words came out naturally, completely on their own, and before he knew what was happening, Gavin was set on teacher mode, looking at the bird and seeing nothing more than his student. "Actually, have you thought about what you're doing from now-

"Fuck! This shit again?" a very pissed off Stan pushed his former teacher around, pinning him hard against the wall, getting the air out of his lungs and puffing out a cloud of cigarette smoke on his face. But the worst part, easily, were the still cold, uncaring eyes that showed no anger, but mild frustration at most. It was enough not only to make the goat think his worries were unfounded, but to feel physically smaller than the bird as his powerful, heavy body pressed onto him, keeping him in place. "I told you I have a job, didn't I? I make a fuckload of money there and I could move whenever I wanted. I still live here because it's comfortable right now, so mind your own business."

"I..." how was he supposed to react to that? It was a surprise, to say the least, to see such an outburst from an otherwise quiet man. But there it was again, that little kinky voice in his head that found his anger somehow alluring. This was a powerful, commanding man that he had disrespected, and gazing into those fierce eyes was enough to remind him of that. "I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me."

"At least you know how to answer," the younger man replied with a heavy sigh that helped ease his anger, leaning off the wall but making sure to keep his stance, letting his teacher know what position he was still in. And to further show him, a black leather collar found its way around his neck, the soft feeling of feathery hands making Gavin shiver as he was gently pulled towards the stair by a thin, short leash held between them. "Come on. We have all night, but I'm an impatient sort of guy. You already know that."

Gavin remained quiet. In his previous experiences, both, with other dominant sadists and with his student, he had learned when it was better to stay silent; after all, whether he got angrier wouldn't change the beating he was about to receive but would determine if he would enjoy it. So, rather than complaining, he allowed himself to be led to a room on the second floor, with nothing more than a bed, a desk and a drawer serving as furniture. Had it not been for the one picture of him and his father next to his laptop, he would've never guessed it was Stan's; this level of order was abnormal for any high schooler, no matter how serious.

"If you're wondering, I don't spend a lot of time here," the young man answered the question without it ever leaving his lips, and the leash was left hanging as he went through his drawer in a scene much too familiar for his teacher. "Work keeps me awake several nights, so I just sleep in my warehouse. Ah, I told you that last time, didn't I? My bad."

"...Are you reading my mind?" he honestly wondered for a second, but immediately changed the subject as his inner teacher acted up again. "What is this job about anyway? What gets a high schooler a warehouse of his own?"

"You're making an awful lot of questions," Stan stood up, pulling the leash down to make sure the goat would have to look up at him. "Take your shirt off," the authority behind that command made it roll so smoothly, so naturally off his tongue, that the goat almost felt enthusiastic to comply. Only a few seconds later, the buttons were off, and the shirt fell to the ground, his muscular chest exposed and, once again, the leather harness pushing the pecs ever so slightly, adding to their plumpness. "That's a sight that doesn't get old. And I see you did as instructed, good. You really are well trained," the young man chuckled while he gave the thick arms a good rub, taking his time on the leather bands fastened around the bulging biceps. Pants next. Just the pants."

For a second, Gavin found the specification strange, but a powerful instinct made him ignore it, looking instead to please the powerful male in front of him, wanting his approval and his firm hand. With the same speed, he unbuckled his belt and pulled the zipper down, letting the pants fall down the built thighs, letting free the leather bands also put around them, and showing off the tight bulge throbbing in his underwear. Predictably enough, that was Stan's first target, his hands feeling the outline of his manhood through the fabric, harshly squeezing as he pulled his pants away, decided to keep his moans down as much as possible... until one strong tug pulled said fabric apart, his boxers tearing into pieces and falling to the ground in front of his eyes, his cock jumping out in freedom and a single dried out gasp leaving his throat.

"That," Stan said with another wicked grin, pushing the piece of underwear left in his hand onto Gavin's face, forcing his own musk down his nostrils, "is the face I wanted to see."

A single swallow full of his own scent and the goat stumbled back, his breathing rushing, his brain going into overdrive and his cock painfully pulsing, pushing against the chastity cage and demanding the attention he had been unable to give all month. His student let the cloth fall to the ground, and instead his hands held a long black rope; Gavin wasn't so foolish as to think he would just be let out of chastity at once and be allowed to jerk off there and then, without the bird having some fun first, but the same primal part of his brain that always told him to look away in class was now screaming at him to run. Yet, the more he defied that voice, the harder his cock pushed against its own bindings.

His attention was taken back when the leash rose up and he was pulled closer to the avian, their chests almost pressing together. With a wordless gesture, Stan commanded him to stay put, something he saw himself compelled to do while his student went around and pulled his arms together behind his back, the rope going around his wrists, pulling them together in a tight hold that was certain to leave marks. A single grunt escaped him, the bird pulling down to make sure he wouldn't set himself free in the middle of their session, and slowly started to push him towards the desk, Gavin certain that he was about to be bent over for a nice, rough fucking. Imagine his surprise when they reached the edge and Stan started rubbing his sides, beak so close to his ear that he could feel his breath.

"Get on," he said. It took a moment for the older man to understand the order, but a gentle push confirmed him that he had heard right. One leg at a time, he climbed up, kneeling on top of the wooden table, his back pushed until his raging boner pressed uncomfortably against the wall. He tried turning around, but Stan gently made him face the wall again, leaving him with no choice but the mystery of what would happen to him next. "Now, be a good boy and spread those legs for me."

"As you wish, sir," he trembled at the command, at the way his response showed his submission, and let his powerful legs be pushed apart, his balls left hanging and his plump cheeks presented for anything the bird would want to do with him. But his focus instead went to his ankles, a gentle brush acting as prelude to the rope tightening around each and two knots tying them to the desk, making sure to keep them apart.

"Looks good. Pretty firm," Stan teased, leaving his teacher unaware of whether he referred to the bindings or- A loud spank made it clear what he meant, and Gavin muffled a moan, leaning up against the wall and arching his back for his ass to push out. "You're not going to get loud, are you? The neighbors have complained before. We should take care of that," quick rummaging reached his ears, but he fought back the instinct to look until a thick plastic bar appeared in front of his face, pressing against his lips until his mouth opened and his teeth bit down on it hard, the strap closing around his head and leaving it put, while a beak pulled close to his ear again. "Besides, you've been too chatty tonight."

The tender feeling of his feathers traveled up his thighs, trailing the curve of his cheeks, but Gavin's chest remained tense as he tried to anticipate the young man's next course of action. Just as he feared, his fingers reached his hanging sack, his thumb pushing against the cleft between his nuts, getting a muffled moan out of the goat, until their hold became stronger, rougher, and slowly, he started pulling down, watching the skin stretch bit by bit as the loud moaning and grunting turned into muffled screams that only stopped once he let go, watching the nutsack bounce back up.

A couple pokes to watch it swing and then Stan kneeled, his hand once again stretching the skin of his plaything's balls, grunts and screams rumbling through the goat's chest, blocked by the gag. A good squeeze was enough for his fists to clench, but they quickly released as a long, slippery tongue made its way up them, a single streak going up his skin, past his taint and reaching far enough to lick and taste the ring of flesh that made his ass, making him tremble and his dick jump and throb like mad against the wall. As soon as it started, it ended, leaving him with a somewhat rushed breathing and a free hand going up his abs, playful scratches here and there until it reached the still hanging leash and turned it around to the back, pulling so the goat would be forced to look up as his balls were stretched one more time.

The small room was filled with grunts and screams bouncing off the walls, constantly turning more fluid and erratic as Stan made it a routine to go back and repeat the same lick as before, each one lasting just a couple of seconds longer inside his hole, teasing the goat to no end, watching him squirm above him and hearing his moans whenever his tongue pushed deeper into him. His hand only stopped pulling his balls when he needed it to keep the butt cheeks apart to force his way even deeper inside, his beak kissing the flesh and Gavin pulling at his bindings, part of him trying to break free and end the torture that made his body tremble and sweat and his balls... Only now that they were free did Gavin feel his balls swell and churn every passing second, begging for the sweet release that had been denied to them for so long.

The deeper Stan's tongue went in, the harder he found himself humping against the wall, until the clanking of the metal cage against it almost got him out of his stupor, only to be pushed back in by his student's wet, skilled appendage. His toes curled almost painfully, his claws nails sinking into his palms, his teeth leaving marks on the gag- His entire body furiously reacting to the treatment he was being subjected to, covering itself in a thin layer of sweat and his balls letting out a powerful cloud of musk that reached as far as his own nostrils, driving him mad with arousal, making his cock squeeze inside his cage.

The constant humping and rimming soon proved to be too much and his balls pulled back for what promised, at first sight, to be a big, substantial load, but the movement was enough to get the bird's attention again and one hand pulled them back, his tongue never stopping its assault on the tight hole. Yet, the squeezing did far from stopping it; instead, it seemed to encourage his jewels' excitement, and the boiling seed rushed within them, shooting upwards in massive gazers that found themselves stopped against the sounding rod deep inside his cock, but still refusing to stop. Despite the fierce pressure forming on his body, Gavin saw his relief once again rejected, and only the ropes holding him kept him from turning into a quivering mass on the floor.

"There you go. That should've made you cum, so you finally got your release," Stan mocked with his unchanging voice, his tongue pulling away from his teacher's ass and his free hand reaching for his cock while he continued to squish his testicles. "I don't feel anything," he continued up the goat's length, slowly, deliberately stroking whenever he could to get more moans out of him, until his feathers brushed the cold metal around his head. "Oh, you still have the cage? You should've told me; it's entirely your fault, Gav. A slave should know when their master is giving them a gift and should accept it accordingly. I'll have to punish you, so you learn the lesson."

It was at that moment that Gavin's breathing rushed furiously, his chest pushing against the leather harness as he started sweating more profusely. A whimper left his muffled lips when the rummaging started again, his arms still trying to tear apart the ropes keeping him in place, to no avail, leaving him trembling in fear and anticipation as he once again tried to predict what the bird could do to him.

And then a snap... and he could feel his veins freeze. It was a familiar snap, if only from videos he had seen in his most extreme cases of arousal, and the more he heard it, the heavier his breathing got and the more he trembled, until it clicked right next to his ear, making him jump away, only for the ropes to keep him in place. The electric burst sounded again, this time somewhere behind him, and he could feel the sparks of the zapping rod close to his back, each click of the trigger making his fur stand on end from the static. He could tell that Stan was enjoying his fear, relishing on it, tasting it in the air, anxious to justify it.

"I feel like I should tell you, this might hurt," and he gave his thigh the first zap.

The first scream came out, barely muffled by his gag. The current flashed for a gruesome second within his leg, spreading through his body, his nerves burning in pain, igniting as if lava coursed through them, only for a cold numbness to immediately wash over it, leaving the pain there, pulsating, pressing against the back of his head, a constant burn after the instant of horror. All that happened in a single moment, and right the next one, Stan zapped his other thigh, getting the exact same result out of his teacher.

For the next few seconds, the bird alternated between one leg and the other, pushing Gavin towards the edge as he kept the current going, his body turning into white fire every time the cold and powerful metal tip touched his skin. Gavin's screams kept going around the room, threatening to alert the neighbors of his torture, gag be damned, all while his balls jumped with each shot, the energy seemingly making his jizz boil faster and harder inside them. It wasn't long before Stan decided he wanted to expand his area, and his tool poked his teacher's back, making him arch in agony as his spine felt like a red-hot crowbar jammed into his body, sending more and more surges through his muscles. A couple more pokes on his traps and he pulled away from them, to the left, the right, anywhere he could escape from the pain, all for naught, as Stan continued to reach him and make him suffer, until he started humping the air for a second shot to also be interrupted by the sounding rod, pushing to be free, weighing down his abused nuts.

Of course, that didn't stop Stan. He kept his hits going, switching between his teacher's legs, arms and back, causing him to start cry out of pain, to bite down hard enough that he thought he would break the gag and making him drool like mad around it, rolling down his chin and neck as his eyes started going empty, only widening whenever the electricity woke him up again. His screams turned into gasps, sniffs, and his chest heaved erratically, drenched in sweat, leaning on the wall and unable to react. And just then, when he thought it couldn't get any worse, when he was convinced this was as bad as it would go, the tip of the bar tapped his taint, making him jump and scream the loudest; followed by a tap straight on his balls forcing yet another load out of him that quickly stopped against the blockage still lodged in his urethra, making him tremble, pin himself against the wall and cry in frustration at his lack of enjoyment, turned into a panting mess that somehow craved more of the e-stim torture his student had been imparting.

"Huff... Been a while since I used this bad boy," said student cleared, and the sound of pants an unbuckling belt and pants falling to the ground reached Gavin, his suspicions confirmed the moment Stan pressed his dripping, raging boner against his hole and let his arms fall around his shoulders, the tip of the bar dangerously close to his abs. "Not all guys have what it takes to hold up from this bad boy. You should feel proud of yourself, Gavin. You're a high level slut."

And as if to mark his words, the tip of his tool slowly, carefully reached the tip of Gavin's cock, a mere centimeter keeping them apart, and a single click being more than enough for a few sparks to make Gavin's member jump as the rest of his body grew tense, dreading and yearning for that electric touch to course through his length.

"I thought you were just a big sub, but it turns out you're a giant pain slut, aren't you, Gav?" that soft, cruel confirmation of his kink stung almost as hard as the instrument in the bird's hands, but rather than his length, Stan surprised him by tapping his nipples a few times each, pushing out more screams, more jumps, until he dropped the bar on the ground, his beak resting near Gavin's ear again. "We're going to have so much fun tonight, you have no idea."

And just as Gavin started fearing what was ahead... a buzz reached their ears. Stan was the first to look back, and before his teacher could even react, he was already crouching in front of his pants, fishing for his cellphone.

"Yeah... I understand... I'll be there as soon as possible. Have the payment ready," and the call abruptly ended, the stoic man reaching back and taking out his teacher's gag without any of his earlier flare. "Change of plans. That was work. Gotta go."

"Oh..." to say he was disappointed would be an understatement. As Stan started untying the ropes and he was set free, his muscles barely sore from the position, he wondered if he should convince the bird of ignoring the call and staying; definitely irresponsible of a teacher, but he wasn't his teacher anymore, and his balls were doing most of the thinking. "Then... that's it?"

"What? Oh!" for the first time since... ever, really, Gavin saw his former student express surprise. For a second, it made his eyes look softer, and somewhere on the back of his head he thought to himself what a handsome man he was like that. It only lasted that second, however. "When I say 'change of plans' I mean I'm getting my rocks off faster. Come on," and with that the leash found its way back into his hands, being pulled until he was off the desk and made to walk to the bed, where he was promptly tossed into the mattress. The heavy thud against the softness reminded him of the time he was unceremoniously dropped on the warehouse floor, and he thought to himself how he came out easy this time around.

Stan followed suit, climbing on top of the bed, kneeling above his teacher, nothing but his usual black shirt covering his body, and his thick manhood glistening with a drip of pre threatening to fall right on top of Gavin's cage. Looking down at him with the same usually cold eyes, he reached and pulled a chain off his neck that the goat was only now seeing, hanging from which was a small, shining key that made his heart skip a beat. Again, there was no longer any of the deliberate showmanship in his movements, or any of his threatening air; just a quick twist and the cage opened, Gavin's tip getting its first breathing room in weeks and a grunt being held behind his clenching teeth as the sounding rod was pulled out of him. He looked down, and there it was, in all it's glory, his cock, waiting for his touch to finally, _finally_give him the release he deserved.

"Go ahead," Stan said with a good stretch. "Take care of it. I at least wanna see the shot and then I'll jerk off in my car or something."

It was what he wanted; what he had been expecting for so long... Yet, he looked down and was unable to even think about it. Something... stopped his arms from stretching and reaching for it. It seemed anticlimactic...

"What is it now?" Stan asked, getting impatient, until a glint of understanding shone in his eyes. "Don't tell me you want your master to take care of it."

"...Please, sir," the goat said with a chuckle that his student had no choice but to share. Damn kid had a way of getting into his head: he caused this, so of course he should be the one taking responsibility.

His legs were grabbed by strong, thick arms, raised above Stan's head and left to rest on his shoulders as his hands reached for the strong hips, carefully aiming his length with the still wet, yet tight hole. A good few strokes of his own manhood was all it took for his pre to coat it completely, glistening in the light, the tip already pressing against the ring of flesh. Even knowing his style was not enough to prepare, and Gavin let out another loud moan as his hole was stretched when Stan's thick cock pushed its way inside him in a single motion, clawing the sheets until he was hilted, the bird's down softly brushing against his ass. But he was given no time to adjust; just like their first time, the bird pulled out all the way to his own tip and rammed back inside, getting another scream out of his teacher, repeating the process over and over again, yet hitting that sweet spot every single time, making Gavin arch his back, twist around and squirm in sheer, absolute pleasure. Every hump, Stan sped up, his hips and his length becoming a blur as he continued to ravage the goat, furiously owning him, showing him who the boss was...

And in less than a minute, the multiple orgasms Gavin missed all over the month exploded into one massive, powerful jet being ejected out of his dick, a single rope of cum reaching high enough that it almost hit the ceiling, followed by another one, and so on, falling right on top of his exhausted, sweaty chest. Shot after shot, each one as potent as the other, coated him in white, fell on his face, his mouth, prompting him to swallow as fast as possible, drenching the sheets behind him, his ass clenching hard until Stan was pushed to the limit as well, his own load filling up his teacher until it started pouring out of him, dripping down on the bed. By the time he was done, Gavin was still going on with his own orgasm, a few ropes still going out, falling on his abs, pooling on his stomach, until his balls gave out and he no longer had anything to empty, having turned into a panting, heaving mass of flesh that only stayed awake to celebrate his long-awaited release.

"Well, you're a heavy producer, aren't you?" Stan said, almost uncaringly, as he pulled out and watched his load flow out of his teacher for a moment before reaching back for his pants, pulling them back on without even bothering with any sort of underwear. As soon as they were buckled back up, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a long puff to ease his own lingering arousal, letting the sweet smell of nicotine fill his bedroom. One more quick glance at his teacher and he saw him almost losing consciousness, but still recognized him in the tired eyes that struggled to stay awake. "Shit man, that's actually hot. Listen, I'm not coming back tonight either, and I'm not kicking you out like this, so you got the house for yourself. Rest up, chill, and you can leave tomorrow morning, no big deal. And hey, if my dad does happen to return early, feel free to goad him into bed. God knows the man could use a lay as good as you."

"Yes sir..." it came out as a tired sigh, almost imperceptible and out of his control, but it was still the most natural thing he could say to the powerful, dominating bird in front of his eyes. "Thank you for tonight, sir..."

"Stop that already. It's hard to go with such an eager toy on my bed."

But despite that, he still left, nothing but a cloud of smoke on his wake, leaving Gavin to listen to his own thoughts as sleep threatened more and more to take him. A nearby pillow fell victim to his arms, holding it tightly close to his cum-covered body, and somewhere in the back of his mind he registered his student's words, hoping Arden would arrive soon enough for him to have some more extra fun, and maybe a couple more good memories.