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The dragon in the green slicker and waders edged fearfully up against the desk, its sturdy and unmoving form lacking comfort to him in the face of the gorilla now advancing. Like the cowering dragon at his mercy he wore similar heavy-duty raingear, in his case the long mac and waders were gleaming black and completed with expensively-tailored leather gloves

"You're going to do as you're fucking told," the gorilla snarled, towering over his meek victim

"No, please really I-" the dragon's babble was cut off by a sharp slap to the face that narrowly failed to knock his glasses off, followed by a swift, equally brutal knee to the groin that doubled him over with the pain swelling in his balls. The gorilla's smooth, warm leather stuffed itself into the green slicker and pulled out the victim's stiff grey cock

"This," the gorilla smirked, "says you'll suck this." His own cock was tugged free in turn, easily twice the size of the dragon's schlong. Without waiting for acknowledgement from his victim he grabbed him by the horns and swung them both round, allowing himself to recline against the desk whilst the trembling dragon was forced down onto his knees. The one in the green mackintosh knew he had no chance of getting away. Even if he could wrestle free of the gorilla's grip without snapping off a horn, the ape would easily catch him again and things could only get worse. Meekly straightening his glasses, he opened his mouth to take the musky pole and began giving him the blowjob he wanted

"Good little faggot," the gorilla rasped, still holding him by the horns, "show me how much you like sucking a cock like mine." Then looking up from his victim he addressed the class: "As a general piece of advice, in male-on-male rape scenarios the more the rapist can emphasise his superior cock the better. It doesn't have to be purely size-based, though with a poorly-endowed victim like Professor Dragon-" There were some giggles at that through the room "-there's paradoxically quite a lot to work with"

The dragon felt his cheeks burning as he worked, sucking hungrily and feeling the students' eyes all on him. Hard to believe even now that he was supposed to be in a position of authority over them instead of being orally raped and mocked for the size of his genitals whilst they watched and snickered. Some of them were probably wanking instead of taking notes. Someone was always wanking instead of taking notes

The gorilla had less to worry about; he was the Master in this scenario after all, and by his huffing and grunting and occasional mixtures of degrading words and scholarly advice he was clearly enjoying his work. His scaly cum-dumpster could already taste jism on his tongue; were he sucking the gorilla off in more relaxed conditions he might try to make it last, but he was sure they were going to be interrupted by the end of the class

With a final growing snarl and a thrusting cock that nearly gagged the dragon, the ape lost it. Spunk filled Professor Dragon's mouth, overflowing and slopping down his mackintosh just as the bell rang out

"Oh god! Fuck, yes, remember class, you should read up to page 107 in O'Donnell's Whips And Wellies and be prepared for Thursday's practical session." Somehow the gorilla managed to get all of this information out whilst still subsiding from his orgasm, still fucking the dragon's mouth slowly. Out of the corner of his eye the kneeling professor watched the students filing out, all dressed in their own mixture of slick rubber. PVC or nylon raingear and so many different colours of wellies

"Thanks for your assistance," the gorilla said as the last students departed, helping the abused dragon up

"Think nothing of it Terry," came the reply, "maybe you and your gloves could assist me before I have to get to my own class?"

Professor Alden gave a deep laugh at that and gestured for his fellow professor to climb onto the desk. "Quick or slow?" he asked as the leather fingers tickled the exposed dragon cock. Sedric closed his eyes and hummed for a moment

"Slow... I won't last so long anyway after a good rumpus like that. How do you suppose that class is split between tops and bottoms?"

The gorilla chuckled, wiping the hints of precum already forming on the dragon's tool over his prick to help lube cock and gloves further. "I gave up trying to guess years ago. In my experience everyone comes to this class imagining themselves in one role and finds themselves thinking about the other. Oh my lord Sedric dear boy, you really are close!"

The dragon bit his lip and nodded, eyes on the bubbling precum all over the fine leather. "Yes, fuck it, bash me off why don't you? God I need it!"

Frantic masturbation from the gorilla saw Sedric's raincoat and Terry's glove and sleeve thoroughly soaked in semen, dragon moaning and drawing passing glances from passing students no doubt amused and unsure if two professors happened to be having an affair, rehearsing a class or just taking some time out. It wasn't exactly uncommon after all. "Feel better?" Professor Alden said as he licked his glove clean. Sedric nodded, climbing off the table

"Much better. And my next seminar is about humiliation so I don't look so bad for it"

They both laughed at that, tucking away their genitals at least and going their separate ways

Sedric wove through the halls, nodding to students and professors alike as he went on his way. Our Lady Of The Marsh And Rains University Of North Lansborough (usually nicknamed 'Lammo' for convenience) was very much a specialist academic institute, the dragon passing classes dedicated to cuckoldry, pornographic videography, piss games and prostitution amongst other things. All of them with the same singular involvement of raingear over naked bodies. They were Our Lady Of The Marsh And Rains after all

The professor ducked into the professors' lounge to take a moment before continuing on to his own class, reasoning that he had another ten minutes yet. Immediately he was struck by the powerful scent of weed smoke centred around a plump lynx in navy blue nylon rainsuit and boots and a skinny greyhound in a yellow rubber suit, hood pulled up around his head

"Hello Professor," the stoned greyhound laughed as he saw the dragon. "Care to join us?" Sedric tutted good naturedly

"I'd love to, but I have a seminar in," he checked his phone, "seven minutes' time"

"Aww, come on," the lynx replied, "just a little won't hurt will it?"

Sedric hovered for a moment, feeling himself getting stiff under his mackintosh again at the invocation of his stoner fetish, then went with a snap decision. "Well, bugger it, why not?" He squeezed onto the couch between them. "Good kush?"

"Kind of a random blend," the greyhound said as he handed him the bong and lighter. "A lot of little scraps I had around. Makes me giggly and stiff anyway"

"Well every kind of weed makes me stiff," Sedric replied, lighting up and taking the first hit and not objecting as the chubby lynx leaned over him to wriggle the dragon's cock free of his raincoat a second time. "Yes, fuck it," the dragon sighed as he fidgeted with his phone to set an alarm, "I shall get extremely blazed. Chances are half of my lot will be smoked up anyway, you know what artist types are like, and it can't be worse than that time I took MDMA and humped a toy sheep for their amusement"

"That got some of your best coursework didn't it?"

The dragon exhaled and nodded, already feeling the benefit. "I hope you're not teaching any more for the day, Clarence. This is no state to be demonstrating fisting"

* * *

Several deep puffs, one phone alarm and a hurried wank later, the still rather cum-sodden professor darted giddily into his class. "Afternoon you lot," he said as he surveyed the group. Twenty or so, ranging in age from the young twenty-somethings to the one or two older students in their fifties and sixties. "Now then," he explained as he settled at his desk and took out a sheaf of papers from his briefcase, "just so there are no scurrilous whispers whilst we're all here, yes I'm very pink-eyed because I'm very stoned." The room giggled at that. "Let's all be glad this is Erotic Literature and not Japanese Rope Bondage"

Sedric remembered when he'd been a twenty-something himself, though there was thirty years of teaching between then and now, mostly dedicated to the art of writing pornography. It was always a specialist class, never as popular as Film-Making or BDSM Training but highly respected in the institution. He turned his attention to the blackboard

"I apologise if my handwriting's illegible today," the dragon said, getting more laughter. "Fortunately, today's topic is 'Humiliation'." He enunciated it slowly as he scratched it out on the blackboard for all to see, "which is a very good topic for me to teach whilst I am high, because as everyone at this university knows I am very fond of being humiliated and very loose-lipped whilst intoxicated. I am also," he began unbuttoning his slicker as he spoke, "bloody small-hung"

The dragon casually wandered around his students, mac hung open to reveal his soft, paunchy belly and the stiff but small prick below it, drawing stifled giggles. "Well don't cover it up," he chided, rolling his eyes, "come now, I am a dirty old dragon stoned as a teenager and flaunting a peeper the size of your thumb!"

At that the room finally let loose laughing, Sedric feeling the rush of humiliation that almost pushed him back into reticence, but the pot making his head buzz, the hard cock between his legs and the belief in whatever vague academic duty could be achieved like this immediately pushed him back out again. "Exactly," he smiled, returning to the head of the room to perch on the desk, "and believe me if I teased one out right now I'd be lucky to last thirty seconds. I couldn't get much more embarrassing"

"We could tart you up," came a voice. The dragon's head swivelled hazily in that direction, to the cockatrice in a short and cute red PVC mac that hid very little and was paired with matching calf-length wellies. Sedric grinned and nodded at her

"Exactly. You can always get more embarrassing. So tart me up Kirsty"

For the next quarter-hour the class observed, fascinated, as the 56-year-old dragon's face was first painted white and then accented with deep red lips, bright red cheeks and blue mascara, Kirsty tying pink bows around his horns for completeness. The baked dragon spent most of that time keeping his twitchy cock hard and dripping thinking indecent thoughts about his student, but then he'd had indecent thoughts about them all at some point or another. Having a raingear fetish in a room full of raingear fetishists had that impact. "Excellent," the dragon almost purred as he admired himself in her mirror before addressing the room again. "So, still respect your professor?"

"Nah Tiny," came a smirk from the back followed by titters through the room. Sedric blushed under his makeup and smiled

"Good, good. Speaking as a man, I can tell you nothing quite humiliates me as undermining my masculinity. I should be your authority, the person in the room you most look up to, yet here I am with my face painted up so prettily, wasted on drugs and this dribbling little penis on display." He wandered the room again, letting his students sneer or giggle at his pecker and fighting the urge to touch himself. "Of course my raingear is still quite masculine, heavy green mac and waders, the sort I could do real honest blue collar work in. But is it more shameful to be wearing gear like this and yet be so obviously unsuited to it, or would I be more pathetic if I was all dressed up in a cute pink slicker and pink wellies with little lovehearts on them? Those are the sort of questions you need to ask when it comes to humiliating a man, and as a writer you really need to get inside his head, to express the shame he's feeling"

"Are you ashamed?" asked a polite older voice. Duncan, the elephant in his early sixties. Of his students, one of the ones Sedric had most often imagined whilst his cock was in his hand

"In a very good way," the dragon replied. "Just imagine, next week, when we're not discussing humiliation any more, anyone could just go ahead and call me 'Tiny' and I wouldn't exactly have a good recourse would I? This whole room's seen me at my most silly and emasculated and downright hard off it. Here, who wants to show how much bigger than me they are?"

Several of the younger men of the class instantly put their hands up with wicked grins, the dragon eyeing them excitedly and nervously at once. He wasn't surprised to see the most cocky elements of the class were the ones now putting their hands up ready to put him in his place. He wouldn't call any of his students troublemakers, but any of these three would be teasing him about this for the rest of the semester. "Anthony," he finally said, locking eyes with the giraffe in black rubber suit and wellies hidden inside his trousers, "I'm sure your cock is huge! Duncan, would you like to put me in my place too?"

The elephant blushed deeply at that. "Oh well, I don't know..."

Sedric smiled, doing his best to reassure him as the giraffe took his place next to the professor, long neck ensuring he towered above him, prominent tent inside his waterproofs suggesting he did so in more ways than one. Partly the dragon wanted to get the shy and respectful elephant up there to demonstrate that anybody could dish out humiliation. Mostly, if he was honest, he thought it would be hot to see Duncan's chopper so he could at least picture it better next time he was wanking. "You don't have to if you don't want to of course, but if it helps I am four inches at best. It's been measured." The room laughed again, Anthony especially loudly. "I bet you're bigger than four inches"

The bashful elephant was coaxed out of his place and up next to the already-exposed dragon, the professor feeling his dripping cock twitch even more excitedly. "Gentlemen," he said, "present your penises!"

Anthony had no qualms, quickly shoving his pants down around his ankles and standing proudly with what had to be ten inches on display. Sedric blushed shamefully again, feeling more hot under his sissy makeup than ever. Duncan's raincoat-striptease was slower, unbuttoning the heavy yellow mac to reveal a body similarly soft and elder as the dragon's, with dirty green wellies that had clearly seen many days in the garden, and in between them a half-erect cock that was already distinctly bigger than Professor Dragon's. Sedric licked his lips as he looked at it

"I, um, take a while to get up," Duncan said with a blush. Sedric smiled and patted him on the back before shamelessly getting down on his knees before him

"We can fix that," the professor grinned. "I'm a terrible slut when I'm high, besides everything else." He kissed the elephant's dick softly, nuzzling it and encouraging it as it stiffened. "Perhaps both of you need to cum in my mouth?"

"Fuck yeah," the giraffe interrupted, insouciantly wiping his cock over his professor's head. "You should stay down there and do everyone Tiny." Sedric trembled at that, excited at how the class was evidently overtaking him as its bitch

"Elders first Anthony," the dragon admonished as politely as he could. He looked up at Duncan, who was fully erect by now. "If you'd like?"

The elephant was still blushing, evidently at least a little humiliated himself but, Sedric was sure, enjoying it just as the dragon did. He still nodded though, trunk swaying in that appealingly expressive way only elephants can. His fingers stroked the dragon's head as his sex was swallowed and suckled upon, humping his snout. "It's been a while since I got this," the elephant sighed, fingers playing with the hard and smooth horns

"Get a couple mate," the giraffe laughed. Sedric couldn't see him, but he imagined Anthony stroking himself as he watched. Some of his other students definitely were masturbating to the show. His own cock was jerking excitedly even with both hands massaging the elephant's rear end, desperate to empty its load. Duncan tasted so good right now; he was sure he tasted good anyway, but the drugs and humiliation and being generally put in his place all added to the flavour. And his student was definitely enjoying it. For someone attending Lammo, Sedric suspected the old fellow was overdue to get his end away with someone other than his hand

"Oh professor, I... don't think I'm going to last very long," said the elephant, still fucking the dragon's mouth all the same. Sedric hummed around his cock, non-words that would've been "do it then" if he weren't gagged by eight inches of thick elephantine flesh. It felt wonderful to think of his bright red lips wrapped around the polite chap's cock, milking him for every drop he could as the room watched. And his cock loved the thought too, the dizzying, vertiginous thought that after Duncan came Anthony, and after Anthony everyone in the room was sure to follow. He was so turned on and so in need himself that, almost before his snout filled with Duncan's warm cream, his unwanked dick lost it all over the elephant's boots. Sedric could only moan and flex his hips in pleasure as he swallowed every drop of Duncan's juice

With his first student drained, Sedric let go of the prick in his mouth and bashfully turned to the onlookers. "Well, I hope you all took note of that. I didn't even touch myself to cum, I just lost it. Imagine me doing that in bed!" There was another ripple of laughter and amusement whilst he lowered his snout and subserviently lapped up his cum from the dirty wellies, kissing each in turn and finally, foggily, turning to Anthony. "Your turn for a blowie," he said

"Hop to it Tiny," the giraffe sneered

* * *

The class from that point on was mostly about everyone getting their fill of their professor's mouth and hands. One by one each student eagerly took their turn getting their boots licked to a shine before the dragon turned his obedient attention to licking and nibbling pussy or sucking hard cock. Kirsty even shoved her arse in his face, and the dragon gave her the deepest rimjob he could whilst she masturbated. Finally the orgy dissipated, its debased and cum-drenched centrepiece rising and flopping down at his desk

"Well class, I hope we've learned a thing or two about humiliation. For our next meeting your assignment is..." he paused to let his wasted brain decide, "...one to two thousand words on 'How I Humiliated My Professor'. And don't be shy of including all the incriminating details, but don't feel like you only have to repeat what we did. I want to hear all the ways you feel you could have degraded me. And upload it to the unlocked network, so the rest of the university can see it. No point humiliating me if I'm not humiliated by it," he grinned as the bell rang. "And whoever's story is the hottest, I shall read it aloud and masturbate to it next seminar, so there's your incentive"

As a double convenience, the room was not booked out for the rest of the day and the dragon was not scheduled to teach any more classes either, which permitted him to settle back at the desk and relax as his satiated students filed out, hopefully invigorated to write something that would put even the professor's audacious tastes to shame. He was still too high and now too sluggish from so much sexual excess to be handling another class. Even through that muggy state however he could smile to himself as he thought about the well-worn ritual; it was always around this time of year that the entire institution was reminded how willingly degradable he was, any illusions that had been formed in the newcoming students rudely shattered. Certainly not conventional even here, but it always proved very effective. Hell, it had gotten him tenure. He dug lazily through the desk's drawers for something to clean up his makeup-and-jizz-caked face, looking forward with quivering anticipation to reading the class's efforts