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Taming the Lynx

By Danath

Characters © SuperStoat

Written during Freebies Vol. 89: Just Plain Rude! Edition

* * *

Professor Stephens looked across the large classroom of fifty or so students. He sighed and slumped his shoulders slightly. The responsibility for teaching the introductory classes to students entering the field fell to him this year. At least most of the freshmen students were still mostly in high school mode and wouldn't disrupt his lectures, though there were always a few jokers in each incoming class. He preferred to stick to his smaller advanced classes and research projects.

A thick gray coat of fur covered Professor Stephens, though only the fuzz on his hands and head were visible at the moment. The second color of his pelt was a pale, almost white gray that coated the insides of his ears, the bottom half of his muzzle, and down his neck to his chest. A tight, light blue button-up shirt wrapped around his wide chest and fit, hard stomach. Without a suit coat, he appeared younger, more like a TA, but the wolf was already well into his 30s and unwilling to tolerate much nonsense in his classrooms.

Realizing it was time to begin, Professor Stephens strode out to the lectern at the front of the classroom. His tail hung casually behind him, relaxed, but his eyes narrowed, casting his ferocious golden-eyed gaze across the class. There was almost instant silence as the last few voices fell quiet and the attention of the students was redirected to the front - except for one.

Professor Stephens carefully avoided lifting his lip as he heard a familiar voice blabbing into a phone.

"Heh heh heh... yeah, dude, yeah, totally... heh heh... yeah, no, like, save some for me, yeah, I'll be there right after this dumb class, heh heh heh..."

The wolf at the lectern could see flashes of purple fur beneath an oversized black hoodie with a giant green catnip leaf on it. Of all the students, Professor Stephens thought, he just had to be saddled with Kane.

Kane was not a freshman. Not even close. He was probably into his third or fourth year as a senior thanks to a deep parental bank account, which also explained why his bad behavior had been tolerated for so long.

"Yeah, dude, it's simple, I already took this class like, three years ago, yeah, same teacher, this time I'll pass easy, heh heh heh."

Professor Stephen's tail twitched, but his gaze remained steady and calm.

"Please put away your phones. I'm Professor Stephens and this is Introduction to-"

"HA HA HA! Yeah, fuck yeah, dude I totally smoked up before this shit, yeah... oh, fuck I gotta go, sorry, dude, I'll call you back. Yeah, text me. Okay, bye."

The wolf's paw shifted to the lectern and grasped the edge. His sharp claws tensed against the painted wood.

"I'm Professor Stephens and this is Introduction to Psychology," the wolf said again, intentionally avoiding looking at the back of the room. Kane loved attention, and the professor was determined not to give the purple-furred lynx a single ounce of it. "During this year, we'll explore several of the foundational bases of psychology. You'll learn about the history of the field as well as modern ways we approach the study of the mind. I'm excited to have you all here, and before we get into today's lecture, I'd like to briefly review the syllabus. I've left a copy on each desk that you may keep, so please take a look at-"

"Hey, Stephens! I don't have a syllabus!"

The wolf's claws pricked the wood on the side of the lectern.

"Please take one from an empty table nearby, Kane."

"Ooooh, yeah, right? Ha ha ha!"

And so it went. For an entire hour, Stephens had to endure a variety of outbursts, interruptions, and ringtones (three different ones - as Kane loudly explained, the first two were dates he was gonna hook up with and the third was his dealer). By the end of the lecture, the professor had to stand at the lectern awkwardly as students filed out, most of them appreciative and casting awkward glances to show that they weren't with the doofus in the back. Stephens could feel his skin heating up as he stared at Kane in the back. The smug lynx was on the phone again, leaning back in a chair on two legs while spinning his tail around his fingers. Stephens would have left already, but he didn't want anyone to see him digging his claws out of the wooden lectern stand.

"Ha ha ha, yeah, dude, this class is gonna be easy as fuck, yeah, it's the exact same shit, yeah," Kane said, loudly jawing away without a care in the world. "Oh, yeah, for sure, I'm only gonna be here enough for the attendance quota and the tests, yeah."

By this point, the wolf and lynx were the last two left in the room. Professor Stephens grimaced as he tugged his claws free, then turned and started walking to the back door that led to the hall with his office.

"Ha ha ha, yeah, no, man, fuck this class, teacher is boring as shit, too, just lectures and shit. Nah, I didn't buy the textbook, I'll just photocopy notes off one of the nerds."

Professor Stephens froze midstep. He was a teacher, so he understood there were students with whom he wouldn't get along, but this... this was brazen insolence. To discuss his plans like that right in front of the teacher, and to expect to get a passing grade and earn some credit with such behavior?

The wolf's fingers slipped inside the pocket of his suit pants and pinched around the silver pocket watch inside. His eyes narrowed, but his shoulders relaxed as he turned around and smiled. The lynx watched him approach, a smirk on his feline muzzle. It was the arrogant grin of someone who expected they were untouchable, and for the moment, he still was.

Fortunately, Professor Stephens didn't have to touch him. As he got closer, about ten feet away, he pulled his paw from his pocket. The silver pocket watch dangled from a matching chain that wrapped around his fingers. It swayed slowly side to side, heavier than it looked, and as it flashed in the classroom lights, the lynx looked at it with a confused expression.

"Hey, bro, I'll call you back quick," he said, before hanging up and smirking at the professor again. "What the fuck is that? A watch or some shit?"

The pocket watch swung back and forth. Stephens was only five feet away and moving slower, approaching only an inch at a time as he twisted his wrist slowly.

"Is this supposed to scare me or something?" the lynx asked. He stood up and glared at the wolf, who was a full 9 inches taller than the big cat. "What the fuck, say something!"

Professor Stephens maintained a neutral expression as he swayed the watch back and forth in front of the lynx's muzzle. Kane's eyes followed the flashing, shining, silvery object, then broke away and glared at Stephens.

"What the fuck's your problem, dude?"

The lynx's eyes flicked back over to the watch.

"Like, seriously, the fuck is this shit, Stephens? Huh? What are you... you... trying to... to pull..."

The lynx's eyes glazed as the pupils dilated. His view narrowed, focusing on the shiny watch, absorbed in the motion and spinning. Everything else faded into a blurry background. There was only the watch, swinging side to side, wider and wider until he was swaying gently from foot to foot in front of the wolf.

The professor smiled for the first time and looked around quickly. Fortunately, nobody would be using this classroom for another hour. Plenty of time to warm up the feline before the professor taught him all about how to show good manners to his betters...

* * *

Kane came to with a jerk and a snort. He gasped as he felt his body swing chest-down, towards the floor, all four limbs stretched outwards. Soft manacles wrapped around his wrists and ankles which were connected by chains to eyelets in the walls around the small office. He was completely naked, and in addition to the wrist and ankle cuffs, there was a large collar around his neck. At the back of the collar, he could feel a cord pulling taut between a cuff on the end of his stubby tail, keeping his rump cheeks fully exposed. He faced the floor, but was able to keep from sagging too much as he struggled.

The lynx recognized the office - it was Professor Stephens. The faculty offices were located in a hallway in the back of the building, behind the four large lecture halls and a few additional smaller classrooms and conference rooms. The wolf's office was, like the rest, not very large, and featured large domed windows, wooden walls, and a sturdy wooden desk with ornate carvings and decorations on the legs and edges. There were several ceiling-height bookshelves piled with manuals and research reports, as well as a smaller desk under the window with a neat laptop and a printer underneath. In addition to the wolf's heavily padded and large office chair which could swivel between the bigger and smaller desks, Professor Stephens had several smaller, less comfortable chairs for guests. The guest chairs were pushed aside to allow room for the lynx's furry body to hang spread-eagle from the chains.

As Kane looked around desperately and pulled on his arms, he couldn't do more than swing himself around a bit. He looked for something, anything that could help him, but his eyes were drawn to a Newton's cradle on the desk. It was clicking and clacking, and his eyes tracked the balls on either end as they collided and split off, rebounding endlessly back and forth, back and forth...

Back and forth...

Back and forth...

"What the fuck!" he gasped, squirming and struggling and bouncing to try to break free. All he managed to do was make the chains clank around a bit. "Hey! Let me out!"

Back and forth...

Back and forth...

"Hello, Kane."

Large lupine fingers reached into Kane's narrow field of vision and stopped the Newton's cradle. The lynx gasped and took a deep breath. It felt like he'd been holding it in as he stared at the desk toy, but he quickly recovered and glared at the wolf.

"Ste-ste... Professor? What the fuck! You kidnapped me?" Kane gasped as he struggled on the wolf's name.

"Of course not!" the wolf said, sounding indignant as he neatly put away the papers and marker, then turned his attention to the lynx. "You were begging for extra tutoring so that you don't fail my class again, and once we arrived, you demanded I chain you up and punish you for your bad behavior. Don't you remember?"

"What? Why the fuck would I do that?"

The wolf's muzzle spread into a toothy grin. Kane suddenly closed his eyes. Half-hidden memories came back to him. He was in the classroom talking to the wolf, and then there was something shiny, something he wanted very badly, and then he went with the wolf to the office and... and...

"Why the fuck would I do that?" he growled again, jerking his arms at the restraints. "You did something to me?"

"Oh? What did I do?"

"I don't know! You put something in my food!"

"You weren't eating, Kane," the wolf said, a hint of a smile on his large muzzle.

"Fuck you!" Kane growled. His eyes widened. "Wait, I know what it was... you hypnotized me! With that watch! That's what it was - a pocket watch!"

"Oh? This pocket watch?"

As soon as the lynx's eyes settled on the shiny round watch the wolf produced from his palm, Kane's jaw dropped open. He sagged in the restraints and moaned, while between his thighs, his sheath bulged.

"I have to say, Kane, as belligerent and rude as you are, your mind takes to suggestion incredibly well. I've only instructed you in a few basic responses and you're already close to begging me to mount you. You must really want to be disciplined after all. What an interesting case study this could be..."

"N-no," Kane gasped. His hips wiggled and his cock thickened. "W-wait..."

"You've made quite a name for yourself here at PRU," Professor Stephens said, referring to the college by name. "I tolerated your awful behavior in my class once before, Kane. Did you really think you'd get another chance?"

"No, no, I'm gonna study, for real, I'll even quit the nip and-"

"Oh, those are both a given now anyways, Kane."

The professor's paw lifted and, for the first time, his fingers spread through the lynx's soft, long belly fur. Kane shuddered and twitched, reacting to the teasing claws. His sheath throbbed and his rump clenched under his pulled-up tail.

"Hey, what are you... wait... hnnngggghhh... what are you... doing..."

"Do you want me to stop, Kane?"

The wolf's claws teased lower, tickling through the lynx's fur to the base of his thickening sheath. Already several inches of dark red lynx dick was pushing free. The six foot tall feline's cock was nice and thick at the base and middle, though it tapered to a point at the barbed tip. Kane's ears flicked and folded back on his head as he pulled at the chains automatically as he tried to reach for his own crotch.

"Ahhhhh..."

The wolf's fingers spread around the base of the feline's sheath, slowly encircling it as the cat groaned.

"Answer the question, Kane. Do you really want me to stop?"

There was a beat. The lynx's dick throbbed. Then, a defeated moan.

"No..."

"I didn't think so. But is that any way to address your teacher?"

The feline clenched his jaw and growled, putting up a momentary fight before the wolf's fingers teased his growing, slick shaft again.

"No, sir!"

"Better."

Kane's neck twisted and his legs kicked as the wolf's fingers slid quickly up to the tip of the growing lynx dick, only to squeeze down hard around the barbs, crushing the shaft into the pads on the wolf's paws.

"NNngghghhhh!"

"Oh, look at the mess you're making," Stephens said, wiping his pads off on the lynx's fluffy pelt. "You're already dripping? Shameless and disobedient, aren't you?"

Professor Stephens grinned and slid his fingers around underneath the feline's thick chest, seeking out the small, firm nipples on his plump pecs. Kane wiggled, eyes wide and muzzle clamped shut, as the wolf's thumbs and forefingers pinched and pulled, even twisting the lynx's nips until his cock bounced off his lower belly and his hips jerked hard enough to rattle the chains.

"Ahhhhhnnnffff!"

The lynx's cock spit a glob of pre-cum onto the desk as the wolf tugged on both nipples at once while pinching. Maintaining the grip, Stephens smiled as he leaned back and watched the cat struggle.

"Do you want me to stop, Kane?" the wolf asked.

There was just a series of ragged moans as the feline bucked against the desk, smearing his hard cock across the top. The lynx was impressively hung - Stephens had to give him that - and was apparently a pretty popular top around campus. Even the professors heard of his parties - rumors were some even attended the near-orgies where Kane handed out booze and weed in exchange for being able to put his dick any old place he pleased throughout the night. The wolf's muzzle curled at the corners as he grinned. It would be a very, very long time before Kane ever got his dick wet again.

"Well, as much as I enjoy teasing your slutty body, Kane, I suppose it's time to finish your induction."

"Nnngghhh..."

"Are you good and hard? Oh, yes, you are, good boy. Now, watch carefully..."

The flashing silver pocket watch loomed in the lynx's pupils, which rapidly dilated. His body hung limp and not even a few good pinches could rouse him as the watch swung side to side to side to side to side...

* * *

"Hhhuuuuuuuhhh!"

Kane sat bolt upright. His whole body felt sore and he was hard as an iron pipe. His balls ached with need like he'd never felt before. Looking around, he realized he was in his fancy, expensive off-campus apartment. But... hadn't he just been in the professor's office? What the fuck was going on?

The lynx realized he was jerking his cock without noticing and dragged his paw away, but as he tried to climb out of his bed, his fingers kept wrapping around his long, barbed cock, especially when he tried to remember what he was doing with Professor Stephens. Just thinking of the big, tall wolf made his knees tremble and his hard dick drool with need.

"Oh, fuck! Nnngghh!"

Kane dropped to his knees and grabbed at his nuts as he gasped. He was so hard, so desperately hard that it hurt. Grabbing his cock with both hands, he pumped and thrust madly, but was infuriated to find he couldn't cum. He tried, tensing his legs and changing positions, but nothing was working, and no matter how much his cock throbbed and dripped, he couldn't get over the line.

"Hhhhhnnnnnffffuuuuuuck!"

What had that wolf done to him? Kane rolled onto his back and humped desperately at his fingers. Slick beads of pre-cum dribbled onto his belly and chest, but that was all. He even tried tugging on his sensitive, taut nuts, but digging his fingers into the pale purple fur covering the insides of his thighs, sheath, and belly did nothing.

"Damn it, Stephens! What the hell did he do to me? That idiot teacher, I'll make that professor pay for... Fu-!"

The lynx stopped mid-word, a shocked look on his muzzle. As soon as he spoke the word "professor," his dick flexed and released a thick, gorgeous rope of seed that splashed across his chest. Then the tightness returned, and he couldn't get a followup to the minor blast no matter how hard he pulled on his barbs.

"Shit, that motherfucker Stephens, he did something for sure. I'll wring his neck and make sure none of the other professors-"

Again, Kane felt his cock free up and edge him dangerously close to cumming. But just as quickly it faded. The lynx wasn't that smart, but this puzzle wasn't too difficult to figure out.

"Professor? Nnngggh!"

Panting hard, with no other option, Kane closed his eyes, humped his paws, and opened his muzzle for a long cry:

"Professooooorrrrrr!"

* * *

Kane sat in the back of the class, jaw in his paw, watching with terrible boredom as Stephens lectured. Well, not completely boredom. The lynx was uncomfortably erect in his pants and he swore he could smell the wolf's scent even at the back of the crowded classroom.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, but Kane felt no need to answer it. He'd put it on silent for a reason, hadn't he? His friends would have to wait until after class and his private tutoring session with Stephens. They'd been going very well lately - Stephens was complimenting him on his demeanor more and more frequently.

The lynx slipped a paw down the pocket of his pants and gently rubbed at the side of his cock as he focused his attention on Stephens. The big wolf was so hot...

Kane wondered what the lupine body looked like under the button-up and pants.

Kane wondered how big the wolf was down there.

Kane wondered what it would feel like to have the wolf on top of him, mounting him, claiming him, biting and snarling and pounding him like a wild-

The lynx grunted. His cock jerked as he imagined the wolf on top of him, mounting him, tying him up and breeding him, shackling him up and turning him into the professor's cute little sex toy-

The feline's tongue pressed into the roof of his muzzle. His heart thumped. His claws dug into his thighs. His vision filled with images of the big, strong, masterful wolf grabbing his fur, smacking his backside, thrusting into his muzzle, treating him like the worthless little kitten he was-

He couldn't stop the avalanche of lustful thoughts.

"Professoooorrrrrr," he moaned under his breath, trying not to draw attention as he came. He couldn't stop himself. He was so hard, so horny and full of lust that few other thoughts could get between his flicking ears. His stained jeans dripped down his furry legs and he could feel his muzzle burn. A few students started sniffing the air and looking around, but he could only shrink into his seat and curl up his tail as he waited impatiently for the lesson to end..

At the front of the room, the professor, of course, noticed, and smirked only a little as he continued to speak about the early history of psychology...

* * *

Kane's hips jerked forward.

"H-harder!"

The riding crop stopped mid twitch. There was a raised eyebrow from the wolf holding it, and Kane's eyes widened.

"P-please!"

"Better."

THWACK!

The lynx's cock jerked. The dark red feline shaft was darker than normal thanks to the intense edging he was going through. His tight little balls were even strapped up after suggestion alone failed to stop Kane's productive sac from firing off, as Stephens discovered too late to prevent the cum splattered across his desk.

The feline's backside jiggled as it settled back into place. Hanging from his knees and shoulders with his arms bound behind his back, the wolf waved the silver pocket watch in front of Kane's eyes while twitching him with the crop under his lifted tail every now and then. A few times the professor leaned in close and whispered to the lynx, but mostly the commands were short, perfunctory requests.

Kane groaned, eyes wide and unseeing as the outline of the watch swept across his vision. His hips jerked as something smacked him, but it only made him feel even better - he loved it when Professor Stephens took time from his busy schedule to correct him. He was a naughty little kitty who needed plenty of strict discipline, after all. Just like Professor Stephens said.

THWACK!

The lynx yowled and his purple fur splayed as he wiggled in the restraints. The wolf grinned and held the watch closer as he leaned in and spoke for a long, long time into the twitching, bound-up lynx's ear, saying all manner of things while slowly stroking the feline's hanging cock with a paw.

Kane's eyes closed. His whole body tensed as he listened. His ears flattened, then his muzzle opened and his tongue sagged out as he nodded in response to what he was hearing.

"NNNnggggghhhhh yyessssssss, masssstteerrrrrr!"

The feline's cock jerked, then came across the desk, adding to the mess as Professor Stephen's hungry smile widened. The bulge in the professor's pants swelled, but he held off. Kane was turning out to be more promising than he expected, and he wanted to make sure the poorly behaved male was firmly under his control before enjoying his prize.

So far, though, the slutty little cat took to suggestion like a dog to a bone. The lynx couldn't get enough. Stephens hadn't actually expected the whole "You can't cum without saying my name" thing to work quite so well on the insolent feline. Having just added a whole bunch of other subliminal commands, it was time to drill them into the lynx's subconscious before bringing him out of his trance.

THWACK.

"NNngghghhhhuuuuuufffff..."

* * *

"That's all for today's class. Please stop by the front desk and pick up your tests before you leave."

Kane shuffled forward, head hanging low. He was worried he hadn't studied enough for the professor's exam. His paws folded in front of his tenting pants as he approached the desk.

Professor Stephens smiled at him widely and wagged his tail even as he handed the cat his paper.

"Good work, Kane!" he said, loud enough for other students to hear. "Perfect score! You must have really studied hard. Come by my office later for a quick chat, will you?"

"Yes, sir," the lynx said meekly. His tail, belying his docile attitude, rocked side to side behind him with clear and obvious enthusiasm at receiving praise from the big wolf.

As the big cat left the room, for once not reeking of weed, other students stared and whispered. Kane's reputation was legendary already as a studious professor who brooked no nonsense and ensured all of his students learned to the best of their ability. One glare from the wolf was enough to quiet an entire auditorium, such as the downright scary reputation he had in the eyes of some of the more timid students. But how had Stephens reformed the stoner, slacker, goof-off lynx? It only added to the wolf's renown on campus. There wasn't a single student who knew of the professor who would dare cross him at this point. Stephens enjoyed the highest attendance rate and average grades of any professor on campus as a result of his fearsome renown.

The wolf, of course, knew the secret: Kane turned out to be a surprisingly good subject. Suggestible, obedient, and horny, the big cat turned out to check all the boxes, and the wolf was wasting no time turning him into the perfect, model student. Maybe it was all the catnip the lynx huffed that softened him up and made him particularly suggestible, but whatever it was, Professor Stephens knew the results spoke for themselves.

In fact, it was time to give the feline a special reward now that he'd proven how much he loved following Stephen's orders.

In the office later, Kane shuddered. He was naked again - when he was alone with the wolf, he wanted to be naked, of course - and his cock was rock hard and leaking. He'd gone to the office first while Stephens spoke to students after class, and after undressing, he put on the stiff collar his master gave him. He didn't wear it all the time, but he always had it on him - master ordered him to, but he would have carried it everywhere anyways. Kane's cock jerked as he buckled it around his neck, cinching it into his thick ruff of neck fur, then shivered and waited. He wanted to jerk off, but master would be angry if he got too excited, so instead he put on his padded wrist and ankle cuffs, then waited impatiently.

"I'm glad you're behaving so well in class, Kane," Stephens said from the doorway. "Turn around and face the desk."

The lynx shivered. Even hearing the wolf praise him made his whole body tense up and feel so warm and good and happy...

"Good boy. Spread your arms and legs. Keep your nose on the wood, pet."

Kane huffed the varnished desk's top as he felt the professor attach straps to his arms and legs that pulled them tight and prevented him from doing more than swing his hips back and forth. Even the feel of the wolf's claws grazing his calves and forearms was enough to make the lynx's thick, heavy cock jerk against the front of the desk and spit a trickle of pre-cum.

"There we go... now, are you ready for your reward?"

The lynx whined and blushed, burning with his overpowering lust. He didn't even question it anymore. Thinking too hard about why he wanted the professor so badly only made his head hurt. Instead, he focused on lifting his tail and clenching his rump, wanting to show off - in addition to studying for hours every day as his master instructed, he also made sure to work out regularly at the gym, and already his body was showing results.

"I think it's time you learned how deep your induction can go."

The cat wiggled. His ears twitched as he wiggled his lips against the top of the desk.

"Huh? Induction? Professor, I just want to be a good student!"

His voice was higher than normal and he giggled as he tensed his glutes. The professor's fingers wrapped around them and squeezed until the slutty feline whined.

"Good boy."

The wolf grinned. Why hadn't he done this years ago? The lynx's tight, muscular rump tensed under his claws and the cat's tail sprawled across his chest as he leaned forward and let his cock drape down the curve of the cat's ass.

"Ooooh, fuck, professor! It's so big!"

The lynx couldn't see it because of Stephen's paw on his back holding him in place, but he could feel it. His wrists tugged on the restraints as the massive lupine arousal dragged back and forth through the crack of his cheeks. It was two... no, three times thicker than his and probably three times as long. And there was something else...

The professor's fingers grasped the lynx's rump cheeks, digging into the fur and spreading them wide, while his hips lifted and pushed forward. The thick, pulsing knot at the base of the wolf's huge arousal ground down against the cat's tight hole.

One of the subliminal commands fired off in Kane's head. Before he knew it, he was moaning and bucking back against the knot eagerly.

"Ooooh, Professor Stephens! Oh, yes! Your knot is so big! Please, breed me with your big knot, sir!"

The wolf shuddered. His thick shaft lurched and the pointed tip dribbled across the lynx's dark purple backside. Reaching between Kane's legs, he squeezed the feline's balls into his pads, triggering another command.

"Nnngggghhhaaaahhh... oh, yes, sir, please squeeze my balls harder!" he moaned.

Shifting grip, the wolf kept testing.

"Yes, Professor, please! Oooh, my cock feels so good in your tight paw!"

"Yes, Professor! Mmmmmffffhhhh, mmmfffff fmffmfff!"

"Professor, please, breed my slutty ass! I need your big knot, sir!"

No matter where the professor grabbed, twisted, or squeezed, Kane had the perfect response. The wolf was getting more excited by the moment as he felt the cat's cheeks clenching around his knot.

"Mmmfff... breed my slutty ass! I need your big knot! I'm... nnggghh, oh, breed me... I'm such a slut for your cock, sir!"

Getting both paws on the feline's nipples produced such an eager response that Professor Stephens couldn't stand it any longer. Abandoning any further tests, he leaned back, lined his tip up against the feline's hole, and then grabbed Kane's dark, almost black hair between his ears. As he pulled, the feline's muzzle stretched open.

"Yeeeeeesssss! Yesssss, Professor Stephens! Fuck my whore ass!"

The wolf did just that. His slick, wet tip shoved into the lynx's tight rump, stretching him open. Kane's cock jerked, firing a load as he came from the stimulation alone, while his fingers wrapped around the edge of the table.

"Yesssss, Professor, yes! Harder! Breed me harder!"

The wolf's ears tipped forward, drinking in every delicious sound the slutty feline made. His hips circled forward and back, gradually opening his pet up and grinding the thick, massive wolfdick deeper and deeper. Inch by inch, Stephens shoved and flexed, ignoring the growls and moans and shudders as the feline below reacted to a variety of triggers - unable to cum, unable to stop clenching, unable to stop begging to get fucked harder, faster...

Soon Kane's chest slid across the wet desktop again and again as powerful wolf hips surged against him. The dark red knot at the base of the big male's shaft shoved against the feline's tight cheeks again, but this time, the full length of the impressive lupine stalk had gone in first.

Squirming and gasping desperately as the wolf's claws groped at his body or pulled on his ears and collar, Kane humped back as best he could.

"Please, sir, knot me! Please! Oooooh... oh, fuck, I need it so bad..."

Professor Stephens smirked and wrapped a paw around one of Kane's quivering rump cheeks, then the other, before smooshing them around the base of his fat shaft and knot.

"My little pet is desperate, hmm?"

"Yesssssss, master!"

"You'll attend every class?"

"Yes, sir!"

"You'll speak to your teachers respectfully?"

"Yes, professor!"

"You'll do all your homework and ace every test?"

"Fuuuuuck, yes, master!"

"Good boy. Cum for your master."

That was a good trigger. Kane's claws scraped down the desk as he seized up, tensing his entire body. His balls went taut, but as the first load of kitty cream fired, the big wolf's hips surged. Kane's muzzle stretched wide and his tongue curled out. As Kane came, firing a huge load across the side of the desk, Professor Stephens surged forward, driving the huge knot inside. Kane could feel the entire cock deep in his body, filling him, rearranging him, claiming and owning and mating him until his brain melted. His cock fired, and fired, and fired, as simultaneous orgasms rippled through him, overlapping each other as the professor's words and touch burned into his brain and overloaded his senses. The knot crushed his prostate as he wiggled and squirmed, desperate moans and mewls escaping his throat as he tightened all over and squeezed on his master's thick, glorious shaft.

"NNNnnnngggggghahhhhhhh!"

The huge knot dragged out and was accompanied by a release of pressure that made Kane's body go limp. Then the knot was back, and he tightened up automatically as the huge knot ground its way inside, triggering another pulse of orgasmic lust in the lynx's body. He wriggled, mewling pathetically, as the wolf's claws dug into his hips and sides, tugging him back again.

Behind the gasping, clenching lynx, the big wolf smirked. His hips leisurely thrust forward, and he enjoyed the tight heat of the feline's firm ass around his huge shaft and knot. He wasn't ready to cum yet - no, he was going to enjoy his reward for quite a while first, and truly turn this cute little kitten into the finest fucktoy possible, one who wouldn't be satisfied without his master's cock breeding him raw whenever it was possible.

Wrapping his fist around the base of Kane's tail, Stephens pulled his hips back while dragging the lynx's hips the other. The immense knot popped free again, resulting in the lynx making all kinds of interesting noises. Stephen's fangs came out in a satisfied, sharp-toothed grin as he slammed his knot back in, stretching open the wriggling male once again. Unable to speak, Kane merely groaned, his tone pleading as the big wolf knotfucked any last remaining bits of resistance from the sexually stunned feline's empty brain. With the cat's limbs secured, it was easy to get a hand around the feline's collar and simply jerk him on and off roughly until Kane was cumming and moaning all over again. The wolf grinned. Once he caged that cat's big dick and got the rings around his balls, the feline would find it harder than ever to get any satisfaction without Stephens direct help, but this was very good so far. The feline was going to make a wonderful empty-headed sex toy, indeed.

"Very good, pet," the wolf growled. "I think you deserve a solid C for your performance as a sleeve for my big cock today. If you can make me cum within the hour, I'll even make it a B."

"Th-thank you, m-maassttteerrrrr!"

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By the end of the semester, Kane was on the dean's list for academic achievement and Professor Stephens had a new full-time assistant. After working it out with the registrar, who was only too happy for a Kane solution anyways and didn't ask questions, the lynx ended up as his special non-graduate graduate assistant, and would be until he earned his degree. After a year of drug-free, academically-minded living, Kane was even better at throating the wolf's cock right over the knot, too.

By the time he graduated a few years later - and was immediately hired to the psych department under Professor Stephens - the lynx was a slutty little feline willing to bend over for anyone the professor told him to. Unknown to most of Stephens' students, he took to using the slutty bottom cat as a reward for his good students, who would find themselves on the receiving end of Kane's very practiced muzzle or rump depending on how high their grades were.

Stephens didn't have to worry about Kane's behavior, and Kane didn't have to worry about much of anything. A good solution for a chronically problem student.

The end