Making the grade
Javen entered his fathers office, sitting down in the chair across from his desk. He knew what his father wanted to talk to him about the moment he called. Javen took his book bag and placed it on his lap. He looked through it and pulled out his homework. He knew it would be awhile before his father actually came since he was a very busy man.
Javen finished his assignments with a lot of time to spare. He closed his eyes , relaxing, and actually ended up falling asleep. When Javen awoke, his father was sitting in his chair, taking a phone call. He noticed the now awoke 17 year old Dingo in front of him.
"I'll call you back. Ok, bye." Javens father hung up and put his cell phone back in his pocket. He stared at his son in an angry, but concerned way."I suppose you know why I told you to come here Javen. How could you possibly be failing PE? That was the easiest class when I was back in high school."Javen didn't respond, only half listening to his father."What, were you not paying attention? Were you not participating?"
"Its sort of both."
"What do you mean by its sort of both?" Javen's father now raised his voice so loud that anyone nearby could easily hear him. Javen knew the exact reason he didn't pay much attention in class. He knew this reason always made it so that he had to refuse to participate.
"I just don't pay attention because I'm always focusing on something else. When I don't pay much attention, I feel embarrassed to participate." Javen stopped for a moment before he started again.
"Dad I..." Javen was interrupted by his father. His voice back to a calm tone.
"You've been focusing on your other subjects haven't you."
"Um, yeah dad." Javen knew that wasn't what he wanted to say. Deep down inside he wanted to tell his father the truth about why he had been failing this one subject. His best friends knew, but his family didn't. Why couldn't he say those three words? Javen knew they would eventually find out, whether he told them or not.
"You were always more interested in mental activities then physical ones. Well I guess that's OK, but I don't want any more calls from you teacher and I want to see you improve drastically, you hear me?"
"Yes dad." Javen's father reached back into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He called back his assistant. Javen took this as his cue to go before his father decided to add some sort of punishment as to make sure he would do better. Javen grabbed his book bag from the chair and left his fathers office. He headed towards his house. He opened his house door and headed straight to his upstairs room, knowing his mother and sister weren't going to be home around this time of night. He entered his room, throwing his book bag and jacket to the side. He took off his T-shirt and pants, leaving him only wearing his undershirt and boxers. Javen headed down stairs to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich which he didn't finish since he was still feeling down from earlier. As he turned to head back upstairs, he started to think to himself.
"How will I pull my marks up? To pass I'm gonna have to do a lot of extra credit assignments." Javen sighed and continued back to his room. "Every time I see him, I start to think about things that shouldn't really happen, that never can happen. But when I do think about it, I cant keep myself under control. I cant control it." Javen laid down in his bed, looking up at his ceiling. "The thought of it happening though gets me so hard." Javen reached down to his boxers and pulled out his hard dick. He closed his eyes and started to paw off, thinking of that one person who he loved. Javen couldn't resist moaning and making this one quick. He was fantasizing about the panther who could order him to do anything. The thought of that panther making him his bitch, forcing him to do whatever he wanted. The panther penetrating his small tight tailhole with his big dick, making Javen scream and cry out of pain. No matter how much pain Javen endured, he would only cry out for more.
Javen couldn't hold back, he was moaning loudly at this point. He released his seed over his body in thick ropes. He began to murr, now out of energy from his orgasm. He collected all of his cum in his paw and easily licked it clean. He stuffed his dick back in his boxers and turned on his side. He headed to sleep, waiting for tomorrow and thinking about what he was going to do to improve his marks.
"Get up Javen."
"Ugh, five more minutes." Javen's friend Jesse shook him, trying to make him get up. Javen didn't want to get up, he was dreaming about the panther again. The panther was fucking his tailhole abusively, wanting to breed his little bitch. Javen begged the panther to go deeper and fuck him harder. He wanted the panther to degrade him, to make him seem like he was inferior to him, make him feel like a slut. He wanted to only serve the panthers needs.
"I'm not gonna give you a ride to school if your not up and dressed in 15 minutes."
"Alright! You seem to be acting like a bitchy fox today."
"Oh, you mean like how you are around coach?" Javen started to growl.
"Oh relax Javen, you know I'm just playing." Javen sighed, knowing even though it was a joke, he wanted it to be true."And hurry up Javen, your not gonna make me late again." Jesse turned to leave Javen's room, stopping in the doorway."Oh yeah, you might want to clean up." Javen followed Jesse's paw to his boxers, seeing a wet spot. He obviously had a wet dream. Javen started to blush heavily, whimpering, moving a pillow to hide his little accident. "Don't worry Javen, I won't say anything." Jesse winked to Javen as she left his room, closing the door behind her. Javen got up from his bed and picked out a new pair of underclothes to wear and an outfit. He headed to his bathroom, taking off his boxers and shirt and throwing them inside the dirty hamper. He prepared himself for the day as he closed the bathroom door behind himself. He brushed his teeth and then took a shower. He got dressed and headed downstairs to meet up with Jesse, picking up his book bag on the way.
"Good morning mom, where's Jesse?"
"Good morning honey. She just left, saying you take too long for her." Javen started to think to himself again.
"She wasn't actually serious was she?" Javen heard the sound of a car starting up and dashed to the door. "Bye mom, see you later!"
"Bye honey." Javen closed the door behind him and headed around the house to where Jesse usually parked. He had made it just in time as Jesse had started to pull off. He walked to the car door and opened it, getting in and closing it behind him.
"You were actually gonna leave me!"
"I left you last time didn't I?"
"That's because you didn't even bother to wake me up!"
"I shouldn't have to baby you Javen."
"Whatever." Javen sat back and closed his eyes.
"Thinking about coach again Javen?" Javen didn't respond at first, but after a few seconds he did.
"And what if I am?" Jesse laughed.
"Nothing wrong with that, except your bulge is showing." Javen blushed deeply and looked down. His bulge wasn't noticeable, yet. "Got cha." Javen didn't find this funny of course. Jesse seemed to be acting strangely today.
"Why are you acting strangely today?"
"Because Chad finally asked me out!"
"Oh, that explains it."
"Yeah. I'm not gonna talk much about it though until we are official, ok?"
"Whatever." Javen went back to his normal fantasy's. It didn't take long for them to arrive at school. Jesse parked and the two got out of the car and headed to their classes, each with 2 minutes to spare. Javen sat in his seat and waited. He seemed to be losing focus in all his classes.
He started to think about Mr. Clarkson and what he did when Javen wasn't around. Javen thought about the panther through nearly all of his classes. He wanted to see the sexy black panther. Javen didn't have too long to wait. It had been time for him to go to the gym. When he finally made it, he held his head down. The panther never even really looked at Javen. Javen felt bad, knowing what he wanting his teacher to do to him. He knew it could never happen though, which made him feel a bit sad. Javen had stopped alittle past the door to the gym. He had stopped, being the only one standing in the gym besides Mr.Clarkson.
"Javen.......Javen!" Javen looked up to see the panther calling him. "Do you want to join the rest of the class Javen?" Javen continued to hold his head down as he quickly walked over to take a seat. Mr.Clarkson started speaking, but Javen didn't hear a word he said. He was too busy thinking about the panther bending him over. Again Javen wasn't paying much attention to what was going on, but this time he came out of his fantasy in time. He looked up, seeing as he was the only one sitting, everyone else heading to change. As Javen got up to follow, he was stopped by Mr. Clarkson surprisingly. "Javen, I don't want you to participate today. I do however, want to see you after school." Javen managed a low, "Yes Mr.Clarkson." He sat back down, waiting as he watched everyone except him participate. He blushed the whole period, staring at the panther who seemed to be in his 20's. The only exception to this was when Mr.Clarkson actually looked back over to Javen, causing him to quickly turn to look somewhere else, or look down.
The period went by quickly and Javen got up from his seat. He waved bye to Mr. Clarkson as he always did. The rest of the day went by quickly. It didn't take long before Javen ended up back at the gym. He sat silently, waiting for the panther to show. He waited almost an hour before he finally caught sight of him. He walked over to Javen. Javen held his head down, knowing he was in trouble, probably for never participating. The panther was now in front of him and Javen looked up.
"You wanted to see me Mr.Clarkson?"
"Yes, follow me Javen." Javen got up and followed.They ended up heading to the teachers lounge. Mr.Clarkson closed the door behind the two and walked over to get himself something to drink. Javen was nervous, blushing heavily and shaking from being alone in a room with Mr.Clarkson. He put his book bag in a chair. He stood next to Mr. Clarkson, not moving. The panther put his bottle of water to the side and turned to face Javen.
"Mr.Clarkson if this is about me not participating or not doing well in gym, I promise to do better." The panther didn't respond, staring at Javen blankly. "I know I can make up..." Javen was interrupted
"You can't."
"What? What do you mean by I cant?" Javen started to become nervous, knowing that if he didn't pass, his parents would flip.
"Even if you were to participate in my class now, you would never earn enough credit....unless." Javen couldn't afford to fail, he was willing to do anything to pass.
"Unless what?" A grin appeared on the panther's face.
"Well, you can join a sports team." Javen began to frown. He knew he wouldn't be any good on a sports team. He hoped there would be another way, there had to be at least one. Mr.Clarkson saw the frown on Javen's face.
"You did bring this upon yourself Javen. Would could of caused you to not pay attention or not participate in my class?"
"Well I have alot on my mind Mr.Clarkson." Javen noticed the panther had gotten closer to him.
"Why do you call me that Javen? Everyone calls me coach except for you, and everyone leaves my gym without waving goodbye." Javen blushed heavily with the panther right in front of him. Javen didn't have time to answer before Mr.Clarkson grabbed his paw and moved it to his crotch, letting Javen feel his cock. Javen began to whimper, trying to move his paw away but the stronger panther held onto him tightly. "Is this why you can't pay attention Javen?" Mr.Clarkson's tone was more violent now. He raised his voice just a bit.
"No...please let go." Mr.Clarkson didn't let go though, he kept Javen's paw on his cock, starting to move it. Javen never saw Mr.Clarkson talk this angrily.
"Yes it is Javen, you think I haven't noticed you always looking at me, always blushing every time? Your always so damn horny around me Javen." By this time Javen stopped trying to remove his paw. He started to rub the panthers forming bulge of his own will. "Isn't that the reason you never participate? Your always scared that if you went to change, everyone would see your little erection and since its only boys around, there would only be one reason. Your a gay dingo." Javen continued to rub the noticeable bulge in both his and Mr.Clarksons pants. Javen felt like this was another one of his fantasy's, but this time real. Javen could of turned and left immediately, but decided not too. There was obviously no reason he could tell himself to make himself go. He always wanted this to happen, he always wanted to be under the panther's claws, to have no chance to escape. The panther could order him to do anything at this point, and he would. "It's that same reason that keeping you here isn't it Javen?" Javen finally answered.
"Yes Mr.Clarkson."
"Stop calling me that, from now on you can either call me coach, or you can call me daddy. Its your choice."
"Yes coach."
"That's what I thought." Mr.Clarkson walked over to Javen and pulled off his shirts.
"Wait!" Javen spoke nervously, knowing he wouldn't be ready for this.
"Wait? Wait for what Javen? You've wanting this to happen since the moment you met me. You've dreamed of this. Anyway you don't have a choice if you want to pass. This is one of the more special activities I give that only a few actually get the chance to be in." Javen knew his coach was speaking the truth. Javen wanted this for as long as he could remember. Javen stood still now, waiting to see what would happen. "First I'm gonna get these clothes off of you." Mr.Clarkson threw Javen's shirts to the side and headed towards his belt. After he undid Javen's belt, he pulled down Javen's pants and threw both on top of his shirt. "Now for this." He grabbed Javen's boxers and forced them off. He looked at Javen's much smaller dick, before laughing. Javen knew what he was laughing about and blushed a deep red. Mr.Clarkson removed his shirt, showing his muscular body. He pulled down his pants and threw them, along with his shirt, on top of Javens clothes. He was grinning at the scared but at the same time excited dingo. "Why don't you pull down my boxers Javen?" Javen didn't hesitate and got on his knees. He pulled down Mr.Clarksons boxers slowly. "Savoring the moment Javen?"
"Yes coach." Javen finally removed the panthers boxers and threw them to the pile. He stared at Mr.Clarksons way bigger dick, starting to drool alittle. As he moved forward to lick it, Mr.Clarksons paw stopped him.
"Hold it slut." Javen looked up to the panther, starting to stammer.
"Yes coach?"
"First of all, if you want to pass you have to be ready to get into this position every time I call you. Second, your gonna be my bitch now, under the influence of my power, meaning your gonna do everything I say, got it?"
"Yes coach."
"Thirdly, I want you to stop what your doing to come to me, no matter who you may be with."
"Yes coach."
"Lastly, every time you do not participate in my class, then wait for me at the gym after school."
"Yes coach."
"Good then." The coach let go of Javen. Javen moved forward and started to lick the panther dick in front of him. He loved the sight, the scent, but mostly the taste. Mr.Clarksons dick and body were sweaty, and he loved it. The panther picked up his bottle of water again and started to drink from it, while Javen continued to work him over. Javen licked all over his dick, slowly moving down to lick his balls and back up again to lick his tip. Javen's dreams were all becoming a reality. Everything he thought couldn't happen, were happening. He wrapped his muzzle around the panther dick he loved. Javen started to bob on him, exciting a few moans from the coach. He moved slowly but deeply, not trying to push the panther too quickly. Mr.Clarkson knew he had Javen in the position he wanted. He knew now Javen would constantly think of this moment, and want more of it.
Javen was no longer scared or nervous. He knew the moment he started this, it would never end. He was now someones bitch. Javen felt Mr.Clarkson start to thrust into his muzzle, moving slowly enough not to choke Javen. He had finished his bottle by now and threw it in the garbage. He looked down at the inexperienced dingo and couldn't help but laugh. He knew how desperately Javen wanted to take in his dick, how he would do anything to get it. "Mmmm, that's right my little slut, take in daddy's big dick." From the comment Javen moved deeper on the panther, not going far before he began to gag and choke. Mr.Clarkson forced Javen off and started to chuckle at his attempt. "Trust me, you wont be able to take my dick in all the way right now. Now, bend over that table."
"Wha...what?" The panther started to growl.
"You heard what I said Javen." Remembering the four things Javen was just told, he followed orders. He walked over to the table and bent over it. "Good boy." Mr. Clarkson walked behind Javen, pressing his hard dick into his tailhole, causing Javen to yell loudly. Thankfully no one was around to hear him and if they did, they would of thought it was a kid, doing whatever they usually do.
"Fuck!"
"Mmmmm, you want me to fuck you harder you say?" The panther sped up his thrusts, using more force. Javen continued to yell loudly out of pain, tears starting to stream down his face as his tailhole was being abused and used only for the panthers own personal needs. Mr.Clarkson spoke in a teasing tone, smacking Javen on the ass "C'mon Javen, loosen up that tight hole of yours. Your the one that wanted me to fuck your ass deeply and heavily." Javen tried to tell the panther he was hurting him, but couldn't. Javen couldn't say anything through his yells and screams of pain. He didn't want the big panther to stop, he wanted him to go deeper into his ass. "You want to keep screaming Javen? You want people to know how much of a bitch you are?" Javen couldn't think straight at this point, his ass was being torn apart. A thought did hit him though, there were after school clubs still here. He couldn't stop yelling though, he was in too much pain. "It looks like you do, so I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch you are." The panther pulled out of Javen and picked him up. He turned Javen around and laid him down on the table. He lifted Javens legs and put them on his shoulders. He placed his dick back into Javen and fucked him deeper then before. Javen tried to keep himself quiet this time, but failed. He wasn't yelling as loudly as before since he had gotten somewhat used to his coach. Mr.Clarkson was growling now as he roughly abused Javen. Javen listened to the sounds of his coach moaning, the sounds of him screaming, and the sounds of his coaches balls slapping against his ass. Javen looked at the sexy panther fucking him and began to moan himself. A wave of pleasure swept over him as he reached his orgasm once again. He shot his load of cum over himself, and some over Mr.Clarkson's chest. "I knew you were loving every moment of this Javen." Javen continued to yell, now hearing something turn. He looked to his side and heard a click. The door to the teachers lounge opened and he saw a muscular fox with silver fur enter and close the door behind him. Javen recognized the fox as the schools quarterback, Dante. Javen immediately started to whimper, seeing as Dante was one of his closest friends.
"Sup coach, wanted to see me?" Dante looked at the two, but especially the dingo getting his ass pounded. He immediately knew it was Javen. He saw Javens face drenched with tears and fresh cum on him and the coach.
"What's wrong with you Javen? When someones fucking your ass you focus on taking them in and nothing else." Javen couldn't respond and so he just nodded. "Well if it isn't my favorite fox. Just let me finish up here."
"Ok coach." Dante leaned against the door and watched the two. Mr.Clarkson continued going deep into Javen, knowing he himself was close to breeding Javen."
"Beg me Javen, beg for me to fill you with my hot seed." Javen tried his best to beg.
"P..please. Please coach....br..breed me." The coach grinned at Javen and started to pant heavily. After a few seconds, Javen knew his dreams had come true. Everything he thought about, everything he dreamed about had happened. The only difference this time was that it was better then he thought, and of course this time, it was real. Javen felt the panthers hot seed fill his tight ass. He heard the sounds of the panthers dick moving through what it had just released. The wet plopping sounds of his dick moving through his now cum filled ass. His coach removed himself from his tailhole, letting his cum drip out and onto the table. Mr.Clarkson licked Javens cum off his chest, cleaning his fur. Mr.Clarkson then collected all of the cum Javen shot on himself on his claw and then put it to his muzzle. Javen slowly moved to the claw and started to suck on it, cleaning up every bit. The coach then moved toward the clothes pile and threw Javen his clothes. Javen got up and put on his clothes, yelping from his now sore ass. He picked up his book bag and put it back on his back, holding his head down, not wanting to look Dante in the eye. He was embarrassed, being caught by one of his closest friends in that position, screaming.
"I'm pretty sure your smart enough Javen to keep this too yourself." Javen nodded to the coach and headed towards the door, but was stopped when the coach called him and walked up to him. "Javen, you can keep this as something to always remember this moment by." The coach handed Javen his boxers, causing Javen to blush even deeper then before. "Yeah, I have more of course, but you can keep those. I don't need them right now."
"You want me to keep these forever?"
"Sure, if you want them."
"Yeah, I do....thanks."
"Your welcome Javen." Javen opened the door and almost headed out when the coach spoke again.
"I expect to see you here tomorrow Javen, but I don't want you to be wearing anything under your outfit, got it?" Javen nodded. "Good boy, bye Javen." Mr.Clarkson smacked Javen on the ass roughly before he finally left, causing him to yelp loudly. Javen left, thinking about how good and painful it felt to finally be the panthers bitch. He looked in his paw at the panthers boxers, thinking they were the perfect gift. He immediately blushed after noticing what he was carrying in his paw and quickly stuffed it into his book bag. He left for home, wondering what Dante was doing with the coach and if he wanted to speak to him later about it. He didn't give much thought to it and headed home, eagerly waiting so he could paw off to what happened today with something he got as a gift. He also wanted tomorrow's light to come, and to see the coach again.
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