Drug Tests
(Meta note: this story is more of a character experiment than anything. It is inspired as much by chemistry as yiff. I also suspect that if a fetish search is how you got here, you may be disappointed... but I'll let you tell me that.)
Drug Tests
In an age filled with social liberals, William was still beyond the pale. More specifically, perhaps one would say, he had his nose in it. He was pouring test results from that special pail into a large flask, and enjoying the smell, when a knock came on his classroom door once again.
"Enter, good athlete!" he called, removing his nose from the flask and putting it up on a shelf with two more like it.
"Professor," stammered the wolf, much taller than William, "I'm here for -- well, you know --"
"I know, it's a little embarassing, but you don't want them to think you cheat do we?"
He got the bucket out from the back of his lab, and put it on the floor. He closed the blinds for this occasion, and out of modesty, went into the back a little ways, keeping his back turned.
"You're in track, yes?" he asked, trying to break the tension as he heard it start filling up.
"Yes," replied the student. "I beat out everyone else in the hundred meter dash."
William waited until the trickling stopped, and he heard the zip of pants again. "Done?" he asked briskly.
"Yes," replied the wolf. He turned around, picked up the bucket, and put it on the desk at the front of the room.
He could smell the answer already: very acidic. That acid was probably hippuric, and there was only one source of a level he could smell: amphetamines. However, he wanted to do a proper chemical test to protect his reputation.
He dipped a small test tube into the bucket, and checked the pH. Sure enough, it was far too low. He added a few special drops of the testing formula, and a salt preciapated. It was Amphetamines for sure.
"I have good news and bad news -- Ralph, is it?"
The wolf nodded anxiously as the panther stared at him for maximum effect.
"The bad news is, you fail the test."
"I -- I didn't use that stuff to get better performace, I swear!" suddenly whispered Ralph emphatically, "there is a test in physics tomorrow, and --"
"That's no excuse! The rules dictate you don't run today."
William waited until he could see the nervousness cover the face of the wolf before he continued. "But the good news," he finished, "is that you can be an exception to those rules -- for a price."
The wolf blinked, and said between his teeth, more a whimper than a growl, "alright, what do you want?"
"You're going to do some detention with me," stated William, his heart starting to race at the mere thought, "where you will be creating a few chemicals. I want to see you in here Thursday night, 8 PM. Bring half a gallon of distilled water."
"Half a gallon?" repeated Ralph, somewhat dumbfounded.
"Right. You'll be working with Michael. He fails his tests regularly."
Ralph looked nervous, but said nothing. His eyes made him seem very determined, perhaps to get through the fear William was currently invoking.
"For now, just concentrate on getting us the gold!" cheered William, "Good luck."
Ralph walked out, just as nervous as when he walked in.
William hoped that with anothe user in the pool, the rest of the team would fall in line yet. He sniffed his left hand, that had been wet when he dipped the test tube. It was the smell that would make him rich.
***
Both Ralph and Michael were late by about 10 minutes. "It's not too bad," William overheard them outside the door, "he's just a sicko, you'll do okay."
William pretended not to hear this remark. "So, did you win?" he asked Ralph eagerly as they stepped in, taking note of the two-quart bottle each held in addition to their books.
"Third place," Ralph answered.
"I begged out due to withdrawl," Michael groused.
William was quite disappointed in the dalmatian. "I hope you've learned your lesson," William stated coldly, "don't take drugs." He couldn't help but smirk and add, "I try to teach that to all my students."
William walked around his desk. "I've only got two rules during detention," he began, but Michael interrupted.
"Yeah, piss in the bucket, and --"
"And," snarled William over him, "you'll be suffering withdrawl at your next sporting event, too, if you make one more snide remark."
He turned back to Ralph to find him looking quite stunned. The panther did his usual best to deal with this expected shock.
"It's really quite simple: you're going to be making some chemicals for me, as I said. Have you taken your amphetamines yet?"
"Yes," answered the wolf, his voice now trembling.
"Good. Now, over the next two hours, you are going to drink this entire bottle of water. It will be difficult, but should be managable. Then, you are going to pour it back into that bucket you took your test in. Understand?"
He waited for an irritated nod.
"Now get cracking. I want to see that water gone by --" He looked at the wall clock and added two hours. "-- 10:12."
The two dogs shuffled back to begin their studying, the dalmatian with resignation and the wolf with disgust, as William tossed the steel bucket onto the tile floor behind his chair.
William supervised from a counter at the the edge of the long back room, while he had his own work to do. Making sure they weren't watching, he worked on his sideline enterprise, getting down three flasks of failed tests and a special distillery -- better known as a stainless steel pressure cooker with a few modifications.
As he took down the flasks, and sniffed them to ensure they hadn't gone stale, he heard part of whisper from Michael. "-- don't let him catch you at it, or he'll --"
"No talking," growled the cat, "or it's withdrawl for both of you."
"You can't do that," whimpered Ralph.
"Yes, I can," growled William gleefully, standing up from his chair and focusing his sharp eyes on the taller wolf. "You get your snout oils from Tyrone Baxter, yes?"
Ralph did nothing but look guilty, and William knew who the only source of it on campus was.
"If I tell him not to give you any on race day," the panther continued viciously, "he won't. Now get back to work. And I'd suggest starting to drink, or your won't finish in time."
The wolf took several large gulps of water, but it seemed a small amount from the large bottle on the table.
William got back to his chemistry, pouring the yellowish water into the cooker, and turning it on as he sealed it. Urea broke down into Ammonia at 132 degrees C, and it would react to form compounds he could filter out, the first stage of purification. All he had to do was wait.
Impatiently, he washed his hands, and when there was still nothing to do, took down his last batch of cooked product -- a much clearer liquid with settled salts -- and began pouring it slowly through a fine filter. This process, too, took time. He had to be patient; starting any more things, and he wouldn't be able to manage them all.
While William faced the wall, he kept an eye on his students with a small hand mirror on the corner of his desk. He could see them getting restless, and could tell their amphetamines had begun to take effect. At least there were quiet, he thought; gossiping about him was not acceptable behavior.
He added a little more of the mixture to the filter, watching the clear liquid remaining drip through. This would leave a solution of whatever Amphetamines their that had not been processed by the students -- depending on how much water they drank, up to half of their dose. After concentrating it a little, he could sell it back to Tyrone as a supplemental supply.
As he watched, seconds turned to minutes. Pour after pour, he filtered the several liters through the filter, leaving the clear liquid in the bottom. Indeed, as he was filtering the last bit through, his timer went off on the cooker.
He opened a release valve, and caught some of the water vapor on his palm. He sniffed it, and could smell the burn of ammonia. The process was working. He would give it another minute or two for the compounds to form properly. Right on time, Ralph got up from the desk he was working at.
"Going somewhere?" asked William, getting excited at the very thought of what was about to witness.
"Bathroom," he replied quietly, face still angry. "Then go in the bucket," he instructed, blocking the door back to the class room. He waited until the wolf looked at the bucket, and sat down -- but adjusted the mirror to get a view of the wolf's crotch.
Unfortunately, Ralph was quite observant. "With you watching?" he asked indignantly.
William turned around in his chair and looked straight at him. "Yes." he stated flatly, failing to avoid cracking a smile.
The wolf just stared at him, face filled with too many tiny emotions to read. William imagined him absorbing whatever Michael told the dalmatian about before they entered.
Quite excited, the cat was getting impatient. "Well?" William growled.
"I can't do it with you -- looking at me like that," stated Ralph in angry disbelief.
"I don't think you'll be able to hold it with most of your water left." William pointed out with a mischevious grin.
But when silence continued, and the wolf did not unzip his pants, William's hormones became more and more demanding. "If you would like," he added sadistically, "I know enough about anatomy to force you to go."
"Please!" barked Ralph, eyes snapping shut in humiliation, "just look away for a minute, this is hard."
William smiled. "Alright," he relented, and turned his back to the wolf, just as he did during his test. This time, however, when he heard the splattering, he spun again.
Ralph only stopped for a moment. The irritation being too much for him, he released the muscles again, and William got to watch most of Ralph's bladder empty into the bucket.
The sound and the smell were just what he wanted. William savored the act, imagining how the pressure release must feel. He took deeper breaths as his favorite smell began wafting into the room.
Once Ralph zipped up his pants, William got up from his chair, and grabbed his shoulders gently. "Tell me," he whispered huskily, as his member got hard, "do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," the wolf answered through gritted teeth, from embarassment and humiliation, William judged.
"How about a boyfriend?"
"No." The answer was exactly identical to the last one.
"Which one are you looking for?"
"Girlfriend," he glared.
"Well then, you can go back to work. Consider yourself lucky."
But William did not consider himself so, for he was so excited with no way to release it -- until, that is, Michael walked up to him.
"And want do you want?" he snarled.
"I have to pee," he growled, fear lurking around his eyes, despite a sharp tone of voice.
As William stared with increasing arousal, the dalmatian unzipped his pants, revealed furr-covered penis, closed his eyes, and began to empty his bladder after a short pause. The stream hit the bucket fairly hard, splattering against Ralph's urine still in it, and causing the smell to intensify.
After a solid 10 seconds, the stream trickled to a stop, and with the removal of a few drips with a shake, the cock was returned to its owners pants.
"Now, your punishment," growled William, sitting down on the counter.
Michael, knowing what this meant, knelt before him, moved away the labcoat, and unzipped the panther's pants, making his hard cock spring out from his undershorts.
The moment William felt the dalmatian's faimilar lips touch him, he made a great leap toward his ultimate pleasure. The warm muzzle soon engulfed him, and started sucking. The tongue moved furiously inside the mouth as the maw's inside rubbed him.
William suppressed a moan as his breathing turned to panting, and precum quickly began to rise from his balls. He knew that with Michael's skills, he wouldn't last long -- and that dalmatian would find himself a very good boyfriend someday.
Not much later, William grabbed Michael's head, and orgasmed, a low growl the only warning before he started pumping his seed into Michael's mouth. The dalmatian swallowed, and William lapsed into another world for a moment until he finished.
"Good, very good," purred William, as he felt Michael clean him up and returned his cock to his pants. "You'll be getting your next dose on time. Now go back to work, you've got some drinking to do."
William ignored the glance he could feel from Ralph, back at his desk; he didn't want to know what the wolf thought of him for this.
The rest of the evening, William did not interact with them. He locked them in the office, and watched them finish their water on time. For the next two hours, as he distilled and purified, separating out more amphetamines, and occasionally watched them fill the bucket, more for viscreral than sexual pleasure.
When they had released about a gallon total -- all the water they had intaken -- he let them go about 3 AM. He stored his purified and raw materials and locked up the lab for the night, and hoped he could get to sleep with such enticing memories of the evening.
***
That Sunday, William kept the lab open, and concentrated his amphetamines, carefully boiling the water off. The flash point of the compound in question was 87 C, making a temperature of 100 C to boil off the water a dangerous endeavor. He did his best to create a low pressure instead of high with the cooker, but it was by no means sufficient to avoid a fire -- a fire which would mean the end of him.
He heard the lethargic knock as he was letting the mixture cool. He locked the office, and carefully opened the classroom door.
"Ah, Tyrone," he welcomed at the sight of the tiger, "come in. How much this time?"
"I'm afraid I'm a little short," he confessed, looking like he had pulled an all-nighter -- without amphetamines.
"Well then," replied William cooly, "so am I. Oh dear. What can we do about this? It seems I have a dose for about 15, and that doesn't include you."
"C'mon," whimpered the tiger, speech seemingly limited by a tremendous burden to stay awake, "I've got to pay tution, and I just can't afford it right now. Can't you just let me get by?"
"If your dealer wouldn't, why should I?" growled William coldly, hiding the sadistic pleasure he was getting out of this.
"Please," begged Tyrone, becoming slightly more energetic, "I'll do anything you want. Just give me a little leeway."
Those three magic words, "I'll do anything," was what William was looking for. Clearly, Tyrone had not lethargy, but withdrawl, and he wanted to feel better. This desire made him so malliable, William decided to teach him a lesson -- a lesson William would enjoy.
"Suffering from our drug use, are we?" taunted William.
Tyrone nodded slowly, eyes gazing at nothing.
"This, Tyrone, is why if you are dealing drugs, you should never use them. Do you understand?"
Another nod.
"I want you think about what you are going to do," began William, unlocking his office, "a list of things no doubt terrible to you," he continued into the room, taking a plastic dosing vial borrowed from the nurse, and filling it with what he estimated was a 40 mg dose of his product.
Only when he returned did he finish his sentence as he locked the door, "just to get some of this." He held up the vial of clear liquid, and Tyrone's eyes seemed to fix upon it instead of an invisible spot in the distance.
"I really want you to think about that," William repeated judgementally. "Think about what you are willing to do just to obtain this little bit of liquid." The tiger's eyes still were transfixed upon it still.
"I'm giving you a chance to break this habit, Tyrone. All you have to do is say 'no', to anything I tell you to do, and you are free -- but without your dose."
The only evidence William saw Tyrone was listening was two blinks and a shoulder shift at the words "without your dose." William knew all too well that Tyrone would comply fully; it would take far more than willpower for anyone to break a habit where the brain wanted that liquid more than anything else.
"Now then," William first instructed, putting the vial down on the lab table at the front of the room, "close those blinds."
Tyrone's eyes finally lifted from the vial, guided his steps toward the window, and stumblingly put his hands to the rope on the blinds. He let them down slowly.
His body seemed moments away from sleep at any time, the way it moved, so William decided to do something to make him more alert. "Now come back here, and lean over the counter," he purred, "all you have to do is say 'stop'."
Tyrone moved back, and got really nervous.
William knew he knew what was coming. His palms were flat, but his arms were flexing. "Just relax," repeated William, as he unbuttoned Tyrone's pants, and pulled down his undershots once they dropped.
Tyrone's legs instantly started shifting, as if William were already inside him. But William wasn't going to do that. He had nothing to protect himself, lest anyone go looking for evidence. Instead, he just rubbed the tiger through his shirt, and then down to his thighs.
Tyrone gritted his teeth, and rolled his head, in further anticipation as William's hands roved around to the front, and fondled Tyrone's balls slowly. "You may even like this part," William purred, feeling Tyrone's cock getting longer.
Sure enough, as he fondled, Tyrone seemed to get more aroused, almost despite himself. William kept his free hand moving around Tyrone's, back, and neck. "There is no denying something like this," William continued, "once it hits you."
Tyrone still did not respond. He seemed to get nothing but more agitated.
"Are you sure that you can resist much longer?"
Tyrone closed his eyes, and tilted his head upward.
"I wonder what Ashara would think if I told her you can't help yourself around boys..."
Tyrone cringed; William though inkvoking his girlfirend's name would have the right torturous effect.
"Or even what she would say if I told her that you were taking drugs," he whispered. "If I'm right -- and you can't help yourself -- she'll never find out. Of course, you still have a chance to prove me wrong. Forget that dose, and you are free to go. Just say no," he added as his hand rubbed over the tiger's ears.
William, however, found himself becoming inextricably excited over what he was doing to the poor tiger. Having now covered a large section of his body, with his hands, and seen just as much with his eyes, he found himself getting stronger an stronger desires to end the tornment by finishing himself. For that, he decided upon something he had seldom asked from anyone.
"You're being a bad boy, Tyrone," he purred, tone of voice conveying the opposite message. "I will give you that dose, plus the rest to sell in exchange for two things."
Tyrone seemed to have resigned himself to such humiliation, so did not react to a potential exit fom his peril.
"All I want is a promise to be paid in full, and something I will greatly enjoy, right now, as collateral." William's heart was accelerating just at the thought of it. "Pull up your pants, and lie down in a couple of desks."
As Tyrone pulled them up, the same sour look on his face as when he pulled them down, William pushed several desks together, connecting their chairs into a single surface. He was going to make the tiger please him in one of the most disgusting ways possible.
In preparation, he watched in amusement as the fairly tall tiger tried to squeeze himself around between the seats. His legs and arms were bulky enough they would barely fit, and to William's aoursal, this forced the tiger to lay on his back, with arms at his sides legs stretched out.
"Well done," he complimented with a mischevous smile, He made sure that Tyrone's head was hanging over the end. Keeping his lab coat hanging over important parts for the moment, William stepped quickly out his own trousers and undershorts.
"You think you know what's coming?" he asked the tiger, drawing closer, folds of his coat being pushed into a tent by his erection.
Tyrone nodded. William had made him pleasure him with his muzzle before, when he was caught.
"Not this time," he growled, "you're going to do something else first."
William carefully stood in front of Tyrone, his back to the tiger, and gently started sitting on his head. He moved the flaps of his lab coat out of the way, exposing to the tiger his tailhole.
"Either say no, or start licking," instructed William, his voice dripping with lust, and his hard cock peeking from between his coat flaps.
He waited, prepared for the sensation, and yet it was still a complete surprise when he felt it. A warm, wet, sticky thing touched him, and then ever-so-slowly gave his most sensitive ring a lick.
William moaned, eyes closing, and legs giving out to make him fully sit on Tyrone's head, cock tip standing just above his forehead. It seemed forever before that lick completed, and after a significant pause, the next began.
William wondered whether Tyrone was hating this, but didn't care. That tongue of his was giving him the sensation of scratching an itch a thousand times over. When William's cock started dribbling, and he started having urges to thrust, however, he stood up. This pleasure was almost too much, and he wanted to finish properly.
He turned around, jerked open his coat, and leaned over the desk -- with his dick hanging ever-so-close to Tyrone's forehead. His eyes, racing heart, and grunting breath were all the command he needed to give. Tyrone looked back, disgust changing to a sense of almost resignation as his muzzle moved up and took hold of the flesh dangling before him.
William gave a gutteral sound as his flesh touched that tongue. It was so exquisite that he started thrusting relfexively after not more than a dozen licks. And six after that William's pleasure rushed to his cock head, and he exploded.
The tiger almost seemed surprised when William's balls started to pump, for it took him a moment to swallow, and there was a muffled sound from him. When it came out too fast, Tyrone let it come out of his mouth instead.
Once the seed stopped, and William's orgasm had reached from the tips of his ears to his padded feet, he left his cock in Tyrone's mouth just for a lingering moment. "Clean it," he murmured, eyes closed, head lulled backwards, arms supporting his weight on two nearby desks.
He felt Tyrone licking him further, but tried to ignore it, lest he become overstimulated. He felt the tiger finally release it after just under a minute of cleaning.
"Well," sighed William in a haggard voice, getting the vial out of his coat and putting it on the table, "you've earned this. Just think about getting off that stuff; it will be better protection for us both."
Tyrone grabbed the vial with a glower.
"And here are the normal doses," William continued, pouring the liquid into a jar -- not lab equipment -- and giving it to Tyrone. Such water was heavy, but the tiger now seemed more able to carry the mixture than when he had entered.
As he carefully crept out the door, William watched him, with a contented smile on his face.
***
It was a good thing, in the end, that he had just sold his supply. On Tuesday, the headmistress appeared -- an hour after William deposited Tyrone's money.
William was quite startled by his lock turning, and the door opening quite quickly; the lioness seemed quite agile for the gray patches in her fur. After managing to avoid making his lye too strong for the next student experiment, he put down the bottle he was measuring from and addressed her.
"Is there something I can do for you, Mildred?" he asked, leaving on his protective gloves and glasses.
"Yes," she replied, "you can open up all your cupbords."
The idea made William quite nervous. "What for?" he managed to ask with a mostly level voice.
"I'm looking for drugs," she replied just as calmly.
William's teeth set on edge when she opened the door fully, only to reveal behind her was a very meloncholy Tyrone. His eyes suggested he had been crying.
William slowly took his gloves off. "I see. You suspect me for some reason?" he asked casually, blanking Tyrones previous actions from his mind.
"A student accuses you of -- well, giving him drugs." She seemed almost flustered; William wondered what Tyrone had told her.
"Well, if you must, then by all means, search. I can tell you, and I stake my reputation on this, you will find no drugs in my laboratory." Having blocked his mind, to William it did not feel like a lie.
She moved toward him, and almost unconsciously, William backed away respectively. She looked over his experiment, but moved on quickly to the first cabinet.
Tyrone pointed to the large jar on a top shelf. "That's one," he said.
Midred took it down, and sniffed it. "Yes," replied William smoothly, "that's the jar I use for testing samples. I wouldn't be surprised if you found a trace or two on that."
It wasn't until after it was out of his mouth that William realized that was the wrong thing to say. As far as his records went, for the past several months, not a single student had failed the test!
"Really?" she said in mock surprise, catching him on this very point, "and why would that be?"
Tyrone, while still looking sorrowful, stared at William with sharp eyes. Clearly, he was convinced William was going to get it.
"Mildred," he stated, as if ignoring her prior question, "could I speak to you for a moment? In private," he added, returning a perfectly in-control glance to Tyrone; a hinting attempt to reassure him he would get no punishment from the administrator.
"Very well, William," she replied. "Wait outside, dear," she directed to the tiger.
Tyrone silently closed the door behind them. William tried to ignore the fact that he was probably standing next to it with his ear pressed.
"Mildred," he began, his voice considerably softer in view of this unignorable fact, "I have a confession to make."
She gave a hint of a smile. "Go on," she replied.
"I ask leniancy," William continued, "for I may -- have been less than honest with the drug tests of a few atheletes, about, perhaps, six or seven."
"I see," she replied with a knowing smile, "and?"
"And, it was simply because for the pride of the school. It was only amphetamines, and helped them study, not their performace."
"Like this?" she asked.
She pulled a vial from her pocket -- the very one William had given to Tyrone. It was still full.
William was so surprised, his memory blanking faltered. He knew his face reflected something he didn't want it to, so replied, "if that's a solution of dextroamphetamines, then yes."
"Dear Tyrone is now in rehab for a few days. They want to get him off drugs properly. And in so doing, he told me a most --" She wrinkled her nose, clearly for effect. "-- disgusting story. Do you know what he said?"
William wasn't sure how to answer; yes would be an admission of guilt, no would mean he would be forced to hear everything that happened, and the mental anguish would extract a confession from him.
Deciding that his mental agility was more important than his honor, he answered, "I think so."
"Then it's all true?" she asked sharply, eyes reflecting more disappointment than anger.
"What's true is that -- well, I knew he was taking drugs, and I wanted to punish him in a way he wouldn't forget."
"But you didn't give him drugs?"
"I have no means of manufacturing them," insisted William. "Look around this lab, and you will find at least one reagent missing from every known path."
That was the speech that had worked on her predecessor, but not her. "So then you buy it?" she snapped, "because trafficing drugs is not just a policy, it's --"
"No, I don't buy it," William answered.
She waited for him to finish. Finding no other means of verbal creativity with his shaken mind, he decided to explain himself. "Students just -- give the stuff to me."
"And then you turn around, and sell to Tyrone out there," she snarled, "nice business."
"You have no proof," William warned, voice raising in reflection of hers. "I will accept sanction, but if you try to fire me --"
"And why shouldn't I?" she snarled.
"Because you seem to be overlooking the fact that I have taught here for 19 years, and done a damn good job of it!" he yelled. "If it weren't for me, Tyrone out there would still be hooked, and you would never know about this! Despite the pain I have caused, consider the good before you make a decison about me! Now if that is all, I have to resume preparing for tomorrow's class!"
Mildred silently glared back at William. Without saying another word, she walked out of the room, saying to the tiger, in a much gentler voice not matching her eyes, "come, dear."
Tyrone followed her out, and only after William closed his door again, did he start to worry.
***
In the end, William couldn't help but admire her inginuity. He was mailed an agreement which was filled with disgusting detail, but had a simple summary: I confess to doing everything Tyrone says I did, I swear not to do it again, and to make sure this is upheld, I agree to take on a permanent lab assistant. In particular, he was to "assist" by adding 3rd wheel to drug tests and detentions.
He could barely concentrate on formulating the correct ethyl groups for his test answers as he dreaded meeting "Marvin" that afternoon. And when he arrived, the knock made Y in "Test 1 Master Key" run all the way to the date field.
"Enter," he snapped, finding the interruption even more unbearable than usual.
"Dr. Jennings?" asked an anxious voice, "I'm your new assistant."
Without even looking up, William replied coldly, "I have only two questions for you. First, what is your chemical expertise?"
"I just got my bachelor's in neurology last year, and I'm going for my mast--"
"Second," he interrupted, "how much of my activites will you report to Mildred?"
Only with this question did he look up to see a well-groomed hyena, slightly taller than he was, but slender thanks to a good metabolism. He was older than his freshman students, wore the usual collared shirt and jeans, and carried a large textbook and a bottle of water.
He also seemed rather taken aback by the question. "I'm just here as part of my degree," he repeated in surprise.
"I'm sorry," sighed William, expecting to see a far more kiniving character, "I just -- well, nevermind. Help me think of some exam questions about amines."
"Don't you want me to take a drug test first?"
After Mildred's threats, the question was the last one he wanted to hear. He managed to hide his angst beneath his hands, rubbed his forehead, and then looked up at him again rather blankly.
"What?" he asked, burying all his feelings as best he could.
"I'd heard you'd want to drug test me," repeated Marvin, "I'm ready for it."
"No," William replied, losing all energy in resignation, "I'm just -- I used to be quite paranoid," he lied limply, "but you don't have to worry about it."
"Well, okay then," he shrugged, and downed the rest of his water.
William was returning his eyes to the paper, when he heard a trickling sound that was very familiar. He turned to see what he expected: Marvin was peeing into his empty bottle. The moderately-sized member was hanging out, emitting a slightly yellow stream in high force out the tip.
After a few sudden squirts mid-stream, it stopped. Marvin shook off the last few drops, and zipped his pants up with a sigh. "Much better," Marvin remarked, "waiting to do that for a while."
William, who didn't realize he had stared through the whole thing, managed to break his eyes away. It dawned on him: his personal affinity was no longer a secret.
Letting his darker side off the leash, he jumped from the chair, slammed the door, and shoved him up against it. "What do you think you're doing!?" he demanded, becoming aroused and angry at the same time.
Marvin was rather taken aback, but tried to answer. "It -- I just thought you would like it, that's all!"
"Trying to humiliate me!?" William roared, using a burst of energy to lift up the hyena by his shirt collar for an instant.
"No, I'm not!" insisted the student just as loudly.
"Then what ever posessed you to do that!?" William shouted, furious about being manipulated about something so personal to him.
"I heard --"
"-- from who!?" snapped the cat.
"From Tyrone," answered Marvin.
The name caused William to release the hyena's shirt.
"He told me you needed a lab assistant --"
"And what does that have to do with -- what you just did?" William breathed, blood pressure falling slowly.
"He said you would be a good subject for my study."
"Study?" repeated William. "You said you weren't spying on me."
"I'm not. My masters thesis in psychology is to study of five paraphillias."
"So you don't even know chemistry?" snarled William, more hurt than angry.
"I don't think you need someone who knows chemistry. I think you need someone who will keep you from abusing your students."
Having it described that way gave William a momentary chill. "And how will you do that?"
"Abuse me instead."
William glared at him; he was enticed, but suspicious. "Is this your idea, or did Mildred put you up to this?"
"She said 'keep him out of trouble.' I'm deciding how, and I decided you should do to me whatever you would do to your students." He finally managed a coy smile.
William now had no idea what to do. He had learned never to take things at face value when dealing with Mildred. If this were some sort of trick, he had no idea what the consequences would be. If Mildred found out, then it might be construed as a violation of his agreement.
Twisting his next actions through all sorts of possbilities resulted in nothing but silence. Marvin interrupted his thoughts.
"You're wondering how you can trust me?" he asked.
William figured at least it would be more to factor into his decision, so replied, "I suppose you could say that."
"Well, for a start, doing what I just did would be a foolish thing to do as a spy," he explained, "for you could always claim entrapment. Besides, if I do not complain, no one knows. I really need subjects who have a paraphilla on my list. I have no wish to stop you from expressing yourself."
William found his eyes locked once again upon the hyena's pants zipper -- which was starting to rise slightly.
"And why would you put up with all sorts of disgusting behavior that might strike me?" he asked quietly.
"I told you, because I need to study it. The fact that -- the fact I find you attractive is secondary," he added, voice quivering once, and pants tent fully forming.
Wiliam wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a blush starting to form. If it was a rouse, it was a very good one; too good to indict him should it come to that.
William decided to take Marvin's word for it. He grabbed the bottle out of his hand, and took a careful sniff.
William closed his eyes as he smelled a few more times. "You pass your test," he mumbled, as if entering a trance, trying to sort out as much as he could. "Do you already have a boyfriend?" he asked in an equally quiet tone.
"Yes. He's fine with this."
"Don't give him up," William mumbled, "I'm sure he's very good to you."
He re-opened his eyes, and dumped it all down the sink and rinsed it down the drain. He threw the bottle away, and tried to take Marvin as another of his cabaal. "You might as well be useful, so start grading those papers. And next time you show up here, bring half a gallon of water."
Unlike any student he'd had, Marvin answered with a smile. "Yes, Professor."
***
The next day, William was happier than the morning before. He summmoned all seven of his old students together, particularly Tyrone, Michael, and Ralph.
"I've got bad news. The game is over. You're all expelled unless you start passing your drug tests. I suggest drinking a half gallon of water 12 hours beforehand, and then waiting another 8, so start the morning before. As for our agreements, you're free; so long as you don't tell anyone about my history, I won't tell anyone about yours. Agreed? Good. Now get out, and for you three, I'll see you in class."
As they filed out the door, Marvin was just arriving -- with two quarts of water. All seven looked at him, but the hyena coldly repeated, "you heard what he said. Quiet! Or else!" he barked, enough for them to jump.
Marvin shut the door and smiled warmly at William. "You realize that you'll have rumors running about you, don't you?"
"I had those before," William dismissed happily, "and they never did me much harm. No one ever needed find out about..." William never finished the sentence. "I need to prepare for the next lab in an hour. If you don't know how to mix anything, then at least stay out of the way."
"Could I at least ask you some questions?"
"About what?" replied William, walking into the back.
"About -- why I have this water with me."
"I need to work," growled William, trying not to think about that at the moment.
"They won't take very long," inisisted Marvin as he unscrewed the cap on the bottle. "It's part of the official re--"
"Don't open that," snapped William.
Marvin looked mildly surprised.
"No drinking anything in the lab," William growled in his teacher's voice.
"In that case," suggested Marvin, "perhaps I should go work in the back."
William looked up at the clock, and heard himself say, "you do that."
Once the students began coming in, however, he found his mind wandering toward the back room, wondering if Marvin would have the first half of his water finished on time. He was having trouble focusing on his lecture on halide substitutions, for he could swear he saw Ralph in the back of the class whispering to one of his friends.
The lecture was short, and lab started. William's supervision from the head of the room suddenly felt inadequate. He walked quickly over to the table where Ralph and his partner were talking quietly. They stopped talking and looked at him.
"I hope you're having a nice chat, Mr. Samson," he growled, looking right at him.
"I was just explaining this process to him, professor," he replied.
The way he looked, slightly up at William, somehow unnerved him. "Just make sure that's all you're explaining," he warned, and walked back to the head of the table.
They got their lab experiments done, and at first glance, even drew the structures correctly. William watched the arrogant young student strut quietly out of the room, tail swishing behind him in time with his step. William watched it move; long tails made him wonder what was underneath them.
Since young Mr. Samson didn't look back, William just stared at the empty doorframe, wondering what it was they were saying about him; had the rumor moved from Ralph to two new pairs of ears? What was the content of the rumor, exactly? Which details were wrong, and which were correct?
William was interrupted from this, however, by a voice behind him. "Professor," it whined, "I have to pee really bad."
He spun to see the very uncomfortable Marvin poking his head out of the doorway. Immediately, William marched quickly toward the door. The 70 minute class seemed all too long for him to wait for something as exciting as this.
"Get the bucket," he panted, heart speeding up in anticipation. The hyena looked around on the floor, and found it.
"Bring it here," William demanded, "and -- stick it out."
Marvin smiled mischeviously, and drew a spotted hyena dick from his pants, a modest length since it was soft.
William wrapped his arms around Marvin's chest, feeling him up through his shirt.
"Do it," the cat whispered.
Within a second or two, the stream started to trickle, and soon it was pouring out. William was slowly absorbing the feel of the fur beneath the shirt, the sound of the urine hitting the bucket, and the smell that was beginning to evaporate into the room. Already hard, the cat was now starting to drool.
It took a little more than 15 seconds for the hyena to dribble to a stop, with a few extra squirts. He too was starting to harden.
So aroused he was barely able to control himself, William growled, "now get on your knees." He pushed Marvin down with one hand, and started pulling open the front of his pants with the other. Marvin, without any further direction, started pushing the coat out of the way, and took over when the zipper was down.
William had to sit down on the counter to avoid falling as the warm muzzle engulfed his twitching member, oozing precum just from the show that had preceeded it.
The pleasure given to him by the tongue inside the warm, wet mouth was even better than the feeling he imagined of emptying a bladder; in under a minute, William crashed into orgasm, grabbing Marvin's head, and pushing his mouth over his cock as it poured seed down the hyena's throat.
William was still panting, head drifting in the clouds as Marvin skilfully cleaned him up with his rough tongue. He was still fuzzy through the calming haze when he heard Marvin ask, "now can I ask you those questions?"
"Go ahead," William mumbled, trying to return to his body, and prepared to get back to his work as soon as possible.
The questions were highly personal, but William answered every question to the best of his ability: when did you "come of age"; how many times have you mated since then; how many involved a "drug test"; and so on.
William considered it a small price to pay, for he interrupted Marvin's questioning, and asked, "you'll do this again?"
Marvin smiled, and his eyes got a twinkling quality. "Just ask," he replied, "I can see you need this."
It was an answer William didn't like, but one which he knew would keep him satisfied.
It allowed William to survive another semester, and watch Ralph and Michael avoid chemistry, and Tyrone drop out. Everyone else's drug tests passed -- with one exception. William reported him.
The End.
(version 1.0)