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A Night at Gators- Making the Grade

Joseph had no other choice, if he failed the class he'd lose all of his hokey scholarships and he'd spend the rest of his life working in his dad's garage. But his Biology class was kicking his ass, he tried he really did, but between practice and everything else, Bio got pushed to the wayside. Words were always more his forte. He'd heard rumors, tall tales about old students that had failed Mister Brass's class, who suddenly got an A on their final tests and squeaked by with a B, and a B was all he needed. So he had to at least try.

The polar bear waited until everyone in the class had left, before he drew himself together and went up to Mister Brass who was putting away his things. Joseph looked nervously around the room, "Hey, uhh, do you have a moment to talk."

The older brown bear scoffed. "Anything for my favorite student."

Joseph could feel the sarcasm in the bear's tone, clearly he wanted nothing to do with the younger bear. "Well... as you know I'm failing your class... and I uh..." the insides of the bear's ears turned red, before he laid them against his skull. "Was wondering if I could get some extra credit."

Mister Brass looked up at the polar bear over the rims of his glasses, "There is no amount of extra credit on this green earth that could save you Mister Valerie. I would take the F, and try again during summer school." The bear latched his briefcase shut, and grabbed his coat.

"Well... I've heard that you give some special extra credit... to student do some stuff for you outside of school."

The old bear's ear perked up at that comment. "Are you suggesting that I would trade sexual services for a better grade? You do know, not only would it a breach of all ethic and moral conduct of a student teacher relationship, it'd also be in violation of the law, and by even having you suggest such a thing could get you kicked out of school?"

Joseph felt so small as the bear lashed at him with his tongue, which was rare for the large bear. "Well... yeah, I know."

"Well I hope you know I would never ever take you up on such an offer, and you're lucky I don't report you to the principle right now. But, you're a kid, and you're bound to make some mistakes. Just don't do it again, other teachers might not be forgiving."

Joseph nodded, "Sorry sir... I had to try, ya know?"

Mister Brass reached out, picked up a plastic apple off his desk, and twisted open the top, revealing a little micro camera with a little red light, he flipped a switch and his muzzle turned into a grin. "I cannot tell you how handy this thing is. It's saved my ass more times than I can count, and it's also gotten me more ass then I can handle."

The polar bear's ears perked up, "What?"

Mister Brass waved the camera in front of the bear's nose. "It's simple, I put on that big act, get it all on camera, and then if one of you decides to grow a pair and tattle on me, I show them this, and I get out of everything. Someone doesn't get away with give out loads of extra credit, for as long as I have, without being smart about it."

Joseph opened his mouth to speak, but Mister Brass cut him off before he could. "Shut it boy, there is only one thing that muzzle is going to be good for, and it is not talking." The older brown bear pulled out a piece of paper from a drawer in his desk, and scribbled an address down on it. "Come there tonight. Oh, and don't wear underwear, you won't be needing it." The brown bear slipped on his coat, taking the apple with him, and turning towards Joseph. "And if you get stopped at the door tell them you're here for Harley, they'll know to send you straight to me."

**

Joseph sat in his car as he looked at the seedy bar in front of him. It was in the middle of nowhere on the edge of a swamp, that no one dare set foot in. The paint was old and fading, and the sound of country music echoed through the packed parking lot. Joseph checked the address again, entering it into the phone to double check if he was at the right place, and sure enough, he was right where he was supposed to be.

He grabbed a baseball cap from the seat next to him, and he put it on, his ears sliding through the holes cut into the top. He straightened out his black t-shirt before he stepped out of his car and walked up to the front door. The two fat alligators dressed in ragged blue jeans and black sport coats stopped him before he could even touch the door. "I.D." the one on the left grunted.

"Umm... I'm here to see Harley."

The two gators looked at each other, and grinned in a way that made the jock bear nervous. The one on the left looked back at the young bear, his lips still curled up into a toothy smile. "Alright, come with me." The gator grabbed his shoulder, and ushered him inside. Inside it looked like a normal bar, at first. There were various nick-nacks covering the walls, all sorts of tacky things like license plates, fake stuffed fish, and mirrors sporting the names of different brands of beer.

But then he looked closer, the first thing was how everyone was dressed. They were in everything from a lumber jacks to head to toe leather, and the youngest ones, all around his age, were wearing nothing but skimpy clothing or nothing at all, but each one of the boy's his age shared one thing in common, a collar with a tag jingling from it. The sight made the stud bear blush, he'd heard of places like this, but he never thought he'd set foot in one... it felt wrong.

The gator walked him to a back booth where Harley was waiting for him. He had a set of papers on the table in front of him, and a beer in his right paw. The bear looked up over the rim of his glasses, and grinned at the polar bear in front of him. "Thanks Charlie, I've got it from here."

"Don't forget the rules, Harley." That gator said with a lustful growl.

"I haven't, I'll get him ready after I've explained my rules." The old brown bruin replied, before he waved the gator off. "Okay Alex, you can go back to your daddy now." There was a shuffling under the table, and a naked chubby skunk crawled out from under the booth, got to his feet, and scurried off into the bar somewhere. "Alex was an old student of mine, he was captain of the football team, and he needed to get an A just like you do. He turned out to be one hell of a cock sucker."

Harley took a drink from his beer, "There are two types of people in this bar, boy. Those who fuck, and those who do the fucking. The one's that get to do the fucking have earned their place in this bar, they know everyone, and everyone knows them. Now, the one's that get fucked are the newbies, the ones that haven't earned their place in the bar, that still have years before they get to become fuckers. Now each one that is a newbie is fair game... unless they have a mentor, a daddy, an owner, someone who controls their muzzle and ass, who gets to say who and what they fuck, and is always able to fuck them." The bear reached down on the booth next to him, and threw a black leather collar on the table, letting it land on the stack of papers he was grading.

"If you want to pass my class you're going to become my boy until the end of the school year. That means, every night you'll show up here, slip on your collar, and come strolling in here naked as the day you were born, and come straight to me." The bear took another sip of his drink, "Or you can walk out that door right now, and we'll forget this ever happened, you'll fail my class and we'll both move on with our lives." He set his mug down, and smirked. "But if you want to stay, strip down, and slide that collar around your neck."

Joseph debated for a moment, his head battling with his heart on what to do. If he left his future would disappear, but if he stayed a piece of himself might vanish in this bar, and he'd leave everything he'd known about himself behind. He'd always liked guys and girls, but he never imagined he'd ever be doing something like this in a bar. The bear eyed the tag that read, "Harley's Boy" and with a sigh he reached down and pulled off his shirt. He threw it on the seat across from Harley's before, his paws moved down and went to unbutton his jeans. "The pants too?" He asked, already knowing the answer, but wishing it wasn't what he feared.

"The pants too."

The polar bear could feel eyes burning into his fur as the bar looked at him, it was different from when he was changing in the locker room. Instead of diverting their eyes, they openly glared at him, waiting to see what he had to show. His stumpy tail covered his ass the best as it could as he dropped his pants, and threw them on the seat with his shirt. "Good, you remembered what I said." The older bear said with a grin as he eyed the younger bear's crotch. The older bear scooted to the end of the booth, and spread his legs, letting Joseph see he was wearing nothing below his shirt. Harley peeled off his only strap of clothing, leaving him in nothing but his graying beard, body hair, and the square glasses that framed his brown eyes. "Now get on your knees and show your new daddy just how badly you want to pass."

Joseph's ears flattened to his head as he sunk down on his knees. He could see people pointing, licking their lips, and others whispering to each other as he looked up at the older bruin above him, who was just grinning. "Go on", the older bear encouraged. "This isn't anything they haven't seen before, and I'm sure they want you to put on a good show." The bear smirked, "Good boys get good grades, bad one's get punished." The polar bear fought back a snarl as he ran his paws over Harley's belly, and let his fingers run through the bear's brown fur before pointing his muzzle towards the throbbing dick that rested just under the bear's belly. He lifted up the brown bear's belly, and his gaze met with that other male's member.

The teenager gulped, and leaned forward, his lips curling over his teeth, just like he would tell his girlfriends to, and let that bear's dick slide into his muzzle. He could taste the salty pre roll across his tongue as he got his first taste of another male's flesh... it was hard to admit to himself that he didn't hate it... but the truth was he actually liked the taste. He kept sliding his muzzle farther and farther down, and before he knew it his nose was brushing against his teacher's pubic fur. He took a big whiff, and inhaled that musky scent, it was like the smell of the locker room after a big game, so strong, so manly.

He could feel the older bear's dick rubbing at the back of his throat, and it made his stomach twist into knots. But he knew he couldn't run, his future was on the line, and he'd already worked so hard for it, what was a little more? He closed his eyes and pretended to be anywhere else but here as he bobbed his muzzle up and down on the older bear's dick, gently adding pressure with his jaws, just like how he'd taught all of his girlfriends how to give proper head.

Harley snorted above him, "It feels like someone has done this before."

Joseph thought about correcting him, but his muzzle was full, and the faster he got the older bear off, the faster he could leave. He kept bobbing his head, his heart racing with regret and fear as he reached up to fondle with the older bear's balls. It was strange doing it to someone else, those bear balls felt heavy in his paw, and they churned and squirmed through his fingers. It was like trying to hold fuzzy golf balls. He felt the bear scritch him between the ears, it was weird being treated like he would a bitch, but he did like the way it felt.

"Alright boy, that's enough." Harley slid the younger bear off his dick, he reached over in the booth, and grabbed a black leather leash. He clipped it to where the tags hun from Josephs collar, and curled the end around his paw. "Get on all fours, and lift that stumpy tail."

The younger bear's eyes widened. "What? No, no, no! There is no way I'm doing that."

Harley growled and pulled the leash tight, forcing the bear's muzzle against his. "I told you, boy, there are two kinds of people in this bar, and I'm the fucker, so you must be the fucked. Do you really think I was going to let you off with a little head?"

"No..."

The bear growled again, and grabbed the younger bear's muzzle. "No what? What do you call someone that's superior to you, boy?"

Joseph whined, and when the older bruin let him go, he said. "No sir." He saw the older bear's face relax, and his muzzle twist back into a smile. He made a motion with his finger, telling the younger bear to turn around, which the younger bear reluctantly did. He could see all of them now, every face in the bar was on him, everyone was looking at him with hungry eyes as he lifted his tail, and Harley got down behind him.

The polar bear's ears laid flat to his head as he felt the eyes of everyone in the bar on him. He watched as they stared openly at him, some stroking themselves, others getting stroked, and some getting sucked off by younger or older partners. He'd always been kinda BI, he ever liked guys like Mister Brass, but he never imagined his first time with a guy would be on his knees in the middle of a dirty old bar as everyone watched. Joseph's mind was telling him to run, but when he looked between his legs and saw the pulsing piece of flesh between his legs he realized he was loving every second of it. He was about to be whored out of a letter grade on a some stacks of paper, but something about the idea of it just sent tingles through his body. He thought it had to be the reason he took to this all so easy, anyone else would have run out a long time ago.

The younger white bear felt the black bear spread open his cheeks, and some cold gel slide over his tailhole. He shivered and looked behind himself to see Harley slicking up his cock, it was average in length, but damn the thing looked thick from where Joseph was, defiantly thicker than any of the toy's he'd taken before. He heard a soft metallic snap, and his eyes ran down the length of the matching leash that now connected his collar to Harley's paw.

The older bear yanked back on the leash as his fingers pressed into that untaken pucker, prepping it for what was going to come. "Remember after I get inside this ass I own it for the rest of the school year... If you want you can still walk out and take that F, I'm not forcing you to do this."

The polar bear's eyes squeezed tightly shut and he groaned as he tried to relax around those newly added fingers. He bowed his head, and his claws dug into the bar floor as he let out a loud pant. "I'm getting that A no matter what."

The grizzly laughed, "Well with how your grades now an A might look a little odd, but you'll defiantly get a B... besides..." the bear pulled his fingers from the polar bear's ass, and slide the tip of his dick against that tight pucker. "It goes better with your new title, as my bitch." He laughed as he pushed forward, Joseph could feel that flesh bend a bit before it finally pushed forward, and popped inside of his ass. He gasped as he felt that warm tube of flesh slide into him, filling him up with a sensation no toy had ever given him. It was so different to have that weight pressing behind it, with something actually trying to drive into him, other than his own paw trying to push something deep inside of him.

He could feel that old grizzly's gut lay across his ass as he drove himself up to the hilt inside of his new cub. Harley laughed, and tugged back on the leash in his paw, getting the bear beneath him to snarl, and dig his claws into the floor. "I'm your daddy now, boy. I own this ass until you're off to college, and I'm going to make sure I take advantage of it every night."

Joseph let out a huff of air, and he felt his whole body shiver as every move he made let him feel the length of Harley's shaft inside of him. The girth felt like it was going to split him open, it burned, but the cold lube helped a bit. "Yes..." He felt a tug on the leash, and he quickly added. "Sir..."

"Good boy." The grizzly laid over Joseph's white back, letting his weight spread over him, as he pulled out his shaft, before thrusting it back in making the younger bear gasp. He could feel it sliding in and out of him, pressing all those spots he'd always tried so hard to get himself, that rocking of the big bear's hips felt so amazing. It was how he'd always dreamed it would feel, how he always wanted it to feel. It wasn't rockets exploding and waves of pleasure, but that pressure deep inside of his ass just felt so right. He couldn't help but giggle as the bear above him ran his paws over his white belly, instantly feeling embraced as he remembered there was more than just the two of them in the room. He closed his eyes tight, trying to block all of the men in the room out from his mind... but that was becoming harder as the room began to cheer Harley on.

Joseph bit his lower lip, and groaned as he began pushing his ass back trying to get as much of that bear's daddy dick inside of him that he could... wincing as he thought how he'd just thought of his teacher as his "daddy" he'd always heard about stuff like that, he'd always thought it was kind of strange. But now being here, being plowed by this older man who knew everything he was doing, who's cock was teaching him everything he ever wanted to know about how sex with another dude worked, he finally understood. He was like a guide, a mentor, and if he listened he'd have so much to learn... he wasn't about to give up girls any time soon, but he sure as hell was going to be more open to guys from now on.

Those brown fuzzy hips slapped against his ass, pounding softly, the rhythmic smacking combining with the pounding country music, and the cheers from everyone in the bar. He could hear things like, "That's it! Fuck that boy.", "Show that bitch his place.", and "He'll know who his daddy is now." Each line shout made his blush grow harder, and his dick throb underneath him. He felt something brush against his side, and drop on the floor beside him, and his eyes shot open as he felt something wet and warm wrap around his dick.

He saw something black and white on its back beneath him, the mustelidae head under his waist, and his muzzle had to be around his cock. He recognized him as the skunk from before, his pink cock sticking up from between his thick thighs as his vacuum cleaner of a mouth worked on his dick. He felt those lips slide up and down along his sensitive flesh as his daddy's thick cock pressed up against his prostate, making his who body shiver in ecstasy as he panted. "Wh...what's he doing?" Joseph managed to ask as he felt those lips squeeze on his shaft, a paw reaching up to wrap around the base of his shaft, and squeeze as his lips slid back and forth over the rim of his helmet shaped head.

"You deaf or something, boy?" The grizzly grunted. "Alex asked his daddy if he could play, and he said he was good with it so I didn't stop him. That boy loves his dick, and I've seen him look at yours since your pants came off."

It was all getting to be too much, he could feel his ass starting to turn red as the bear behind him kept plowing into him, and he could smell the lust filled musk that now filled the room, combining with the smell of smoke, leather, and sex. He gritted his teeth, and he felt his balls begin to pull up. He wanted to say something, he wanted to give the skunk a little warning, but before he could his balls began to pump out their load into the skunk's waiting muzzle, who hungrily lapped up every last drop.

Joseph heard the bear above him roar, and he felt something shoot inside of him, finding its way out of his sore well used hole, and dripping out over his white balls and onto the floor. His arms shook as he tried to support the older bear's weight, he panted and squirmed as the skunk kept nursing on his dick apparently trying to drain it dry before he moved out from underneath him. He felt Harley pull out of him, and his eye twitched as his stretched tail hole rung with pain.

Harley stood up, and lifted up his foot to put it on the back of the younger bear's neck as he pulled the leash tight. "Who wants to try my new boy out next?"