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Khiv let out a long sigh as he bore into the book before him. Greek societal structures were always the most complicated and difficult to study, but he wanted to get his masters in History. He'd already been studying a year and found it difficult.

Khiv was 19, and by no means was he stupid: he'd excelled in his A Levels and had fast-tracked his way into University with very little effort. He wasn't a complete nerd, however: he found out rather quickly just how difficult the studies were, but the University life had made up for it in it's brilliant social programs, from late-night clubs hosted by the faculty to wonderfully crafted cafes that he usually went to at lunch. Even the lecturers were understanding of the difficult course he was on and gave him, and the rest of the students, ample overtime with various pieces of homework.

The library was quiet, as it usually was in a tuesday afternoon. Not many came in during the week: Khiv often found the place swamped over the weekend as people crammed and finished their homework for the following week. His eyes slowly scanned over the page as he found himself zoning out a little. He shook his head, reaching for the energy drink to his side and taking a careful, considered sip. It was tropical, and he had a good number of hours of studying to do. If he drank it too fast, it meant frequent trips to the bathroom. So he carefully tried to moderate the intake to keep him as buzzed for as long as possible.

The particular section he was delving into was rather...odd, to say the least. Greek professors and philosophers often took on apprentices to inherit and master their work, as well as to help bounce ideas off of. But apparently, there was a little bit more to it than that. Khiv's cheeks flushed as he read further, revealing the rather lewd truth: mentors often took on apprentices that they could often molest. Not only were the apprentices anywhere between the ages of 12 and above, but apparently they were often 'shared'. The Akita mutt's face brightened at the mere possibility, and his mind wandered.

Khiv wondered what it would be like if he was in that day and age. He daydreamed the possibility of various Greek mentors keeping in him a skimpy toga and taking turns with his behind. They'd bend him over a marble bench: one would take him from the rear, using his ass whenever possible, whilst the other would lovingly hump his mouth until both ends were a sticky, creamy mess. By day, they would use and abuse him in public, and by night, he'd be sharing the bed with many of them, taking it in any orifice they wished.

"Difficult reading, is it not?"

Khiv almost jumped out of his seat when he heard the voice right next to him. He hadn't even realised someone had snuck up from behind, and not only that, but he could feel his tenting canine member prodding up against his loose black shorts. His white-furred cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson as he slowly turned, spotting who it was who'd greeted him.

It was his main History Lecturer, Professor Harvey. He was an aging boar, on the young side of 40 with a rather bulky frame and an aura that emanated authority. He typically wore a white shirt that covered his thick pecs and slightly bulging belly, along with a loose jacket over the top. His auburn fur could be seen on his hands and face, and his hooves clopped against the floor as he studied Khiv's face with a burning intensity. Professor Harvey had a thick, brutish set of brown hair that never stayed still and yellow eyes that penetrated the soul.

"Curious, is it not?" He began, circling around a little until he was standing next to the seated Akita. "The Greeks often perused delights of the flesh as they studied the great and wonderful mysteries of the world. They were a thoughtful people, with little boundaries that often hinder our own modern society. Wouldn't you say?"

"I...uh, I wouldn't know, sir." Admittedly, Khiv felt nervous: he got the impression that the Professor was hinting at something, but he was still a little flustered, unable to connect the dots. In his mind, he was begging for his member to go down in case he had to leave in a hurry, but it seemed intent on remaining where it was.

"I'm sure you do." Professor Harvey assured him with a wide smile underneath his pig-like snout. He moved around towards Khiv's back and leant over to study the book for a moment, his head mere inches away from the Akita's down. Khiv's sensitive canine nose picked up the cologne on the Boar's clothed: a lightly scented cinnamon flavour, with a mixture of his own natural body odor. It smelt nice, but Khiv knew he shouldn't be focused on that. He felt a pair of hands moving up his arms and he tensed up as the boar placed his digits around Khiv's lithe shoulders, kneading his thumbs into the taut muscle.

"I'm sure you know what I'm getting at, Khiv," The Professor's voice was low, barely above a whisper in the canine's ear. "Mentors often...molested their students. Maybe you'd like to...re-enact some history together?"

Khiv's stomach did a flip at the mere suggestion of it, but somewhere inside him, he was nervous. He paled a little and took a rather deep gulp, squirming in his seat as he felt the thick fingers continuing to massage his flesh through his loose T-Shirt. Was Professor Harvey really suggesting this?

"Uh...maybe that's not a good idea." Khiv managed to say, but he, too, found himself whispering, as if the very fact itself was forbidden. There was Student/Teacher confidentiality, but did that really count, at the academic level they were at?

"Oh...now, don't be so hasty. Do remember I am your main tutor for this course, Khiv," Harvey's voice deepened with hidden malice, and he pressed his thumbs a little deeper. "If you don't comply to what I ask...well, I'd have no choice but to dismiss you from the course."

The Akita paled. He realised he was stuck: he'd be kicked out of the course if he didn't do what the Boar said. And he had a feeling he knew exactly what it was. His hands trembled on his lap, a little scared of the situation he was in. The Boar didn't give him much time to reply.

"Come along." The Professor suggested, hooking a hand under his armpit and practically lifting him up out of his chair. The Professor glanced around, spotting that the very few people that were here were just about all over the place, the roughly around in the main area of tables and desks. He peered towards the back and spotted an ample set of tables, hidden behind bookshelves.

Without much ceremony, he shouldered the Akita along, who numbly followed. Khiv was nervous, but somehow a little bit excited: he hadn't gotten much action since he'd enrolled, apart from the odd one-night stand. He never imagined, in a million years, that his own Professor would be taking advantage of him.

"This'll do just nicely." The Professor muttered as they rounded the end of the shelves and towards the hidden, almost private area of the Library, where the tables were neatly packed. The high bookcases turned at a corner, allowing for only one exit and entry, leaving them relatively secluded.

"So, are you going to do as I ask?" The Boar demanded quietly as his hand delved. He ran it along Khiv's crotch, still feeling the tented cock, and he chucked under his breath. The Akita tensed and his own breath hitched in his throat from the slight touch. He was, admittedly, a little sensitive.

"I'm not sure about this..." Khiv managed to eventually say as the Boar pressed him towards the waist-high tables. The canine didn't know if he wanted to either throw away his entire degree, or submit to the Boar's lewd demands. Both were a frightening proposition.

"Let's keep you complacent then, shall we?" The Boar leant off him, for a moment, and Khiv heard a faint jingling as the Professor unhitched his belt and slid it from his waist. He leant over the Akita, pressing his broad chest into the canine's back. He leant over him, grinding his hardening crotch right up into Khiv's rear as he wrapped the belt firmly around the canine's wrists and tied them.

"Wait...un-tie those. Please!" Khiv demanded, struggling against the bonds as he wriggled his body, trying to slide out from underneath the older Boar. His Professor just chuckled under his breath, slowly humping his clothed crotch against Khiv's ass that wriggled to and fro.

"You'd best he quiet, Khiv. If the staff here you, they'll ban you from the Library. Then where will you be, without books to borrow?" Harvey was not making this easy as his hands delved down, squeezing the student's hips. The canine squeezed his eyes shut, hoping this was all a dream, but he knew deep down it was a sickening reality.

Before he had time to protest, he felt his shorts being tugged out from under him. The Boar slipped them past his waist and down to his ankles, leaving him in just his underwear.

"Yeah...you got a damn cute ass." The Professor teased, reaching his hands down and sinking them beneath the undies to grope along the Akita's bare ass. He spread the cheeks inside the underwear, groaning under his breath. Khiv tensed and he struggled a little, trying to pry his wrists from the makeshift handcuffs.

But even so, the underwear was quickly off him too. Khiv started to whimper and whine, begging weakly, and the Boar clearly had enough of it. The Professor crouched down and tugged the shorts and underwear free from the canine's ankles, standing back up and leaning over. As Khiv opened his mouth to beg him to stop, Harvey stuffed the canine's undies into his own mouth. Khiv could smell his own musk and taste the pre-cum from the inside of the fabric.

"That's better. Now you won't complain so much." With the Akita's ass finally on show, the Boar was quick to get his own pants off. He unbuttoned the trousers that hung loosely around his thick waist without the belt, and they fell to the floor with ease. He groped his own tenting underwear before tugging that down, too.

His thick, humanoid member twitched and pulsed in the air at a stunning 7 inches. The tip was coated in a thin film of pre-cum as he smeared the swollen head across Khiv's pucker. He could feel the canine tense under him, and he enjoyed the sensation. He licked his lips, slowly leaning over the Akita as he prodded and pushed the head teasingly against the tight hole.

"How does it feel, huh? You're gonna get fucked real soon." He growled under his breath, the dirty-talking getting more and more aroused. Khiv groaned his protest through his underwear as he balled his hands into fists, digging his feet into the carpet. The Boar reached down to guide his member as he pushed in deeper, pressing the head firmly against the tight entrance. Within moments, he slipped his cock inside, feeling the Akita's insides immediately clamp down and grip like a vice.

Khiv whined out around his gag as he felt the thick member sinking into his tight insides. His tunnel clamped down, trying desperately to push the member out as he felt the heavy body of his Professor on his back, pressing him against the smooth oak table. The member sunk in about half way before the Boar finally pulled back. The pre-cum oozed all along the canine's tight insides, coated his velvety flesh with the sticky liquid.

"You're tight, pup. Not a virgin, are you?" Harvey chuckled as he thrust forwards, sinking his member deep inside again. He hilted up all the way to his base, squishing his balls against the thin, canine body. He tugged back and thrust again, his balls swing forwards and slapping into the other's own, making the Akita tense again. His tight hole squeezed around the member with each thrust, only urging the Professor to go harder and faster each time.

"Mmh...that's it. You're enjoying this, aren't you? I can tell: I can feel you squeezing around me. Am I hitting the right spots?" The Professor muttered and spoke into the canine's ear and he fucked him over the desk, his hands squeezing tightly to the canine's hips. He wrapped a hand around, dipping under to feel for the student's member. He eventually managed to find the pulsing flesh, and he wrapped his digits around it, squeezing firmly as he tugged his hand back. Khiv whimpered in response, his eyes lidding over. He hadn't wanted it, but he had to admit that it felt amazing. The pleasure coursing through his body shot up his spine, making his entire body tingle.

"That's it. Moan for me, but keep it down." The Professor grunted, slowly rubbing his hand along the canine member, bumping into the knot every so often as he bucked his own hips. He kept it slow, their balls slapping together in the back of the library.

Khiv could already feel himself getting close, and for good reason: every buck of the Boar's hips stimulated his prostate and made his cock pulse from the sheer pleasure, accompanied by the forceful squeezes and tugs of the Boar's hand. Soon enough, he found himself unable to resist: he started bucking his own hips, alternating between butting his rear back into the Professor's crotch and humping down into his Lecturer's digits. His knot swelled powerfully and his body was numb from the tingling pleasure he felt.

"There we go, you dirty slut. Loving it now, aren't you?" Harvey asked, and heard a quiet groan of response. The Professor could feel his own orgasm creeping up on him, and he began to thrust harder, pulling back and humping with more gusto and vigor. He pumped his hand rapidly, his hand other occasionally squeezing the canine's rear.

Khiv's orgasm shot up his spine and made his eyes widen. He humped down, whining eagerly and shuddering as his cock throbbed powerfully. He came, spurting thick ropes of cum down onto the carpet beneath him. He emptied his load, shooting rope after rope at various angles, almost coating the floor with his seed. His tunnel clamped down and gripped like a vice around the thick member inside him.

It didn't take long for the Professor to finish, either. The tight squeezing around his cock and the weak moans coming from the canine's mouth was enough to send him over the edge. He pushed in deeply and let out a low groan of ecstasy as he pumped his thick, creamy load into the canine's behind. He shot thick globs of sticky cum into the deepest areas of the Akita's rump, the liquids seeping out from around his member and dripping down Khiv's balls to join the rest of the sperm on the floor.

"That's it, Khiv..." Harvey groaned, sounding breathless as he rested on the canine's back. "...Keep that up, and I might just let you stay on the course."

Khiv had a feeling he would be doing more favours for the Boar more and more as time went on. He paled at the prospect and let out a grunt as he felt the cock tugging from his rear, feeling the liquids seeping down his rump and onto his balls.

"I hope to see you tomorrow morning for your Lecture, Khiv." Harvey hinted at him, suggesting some other lewd favour the next time he saw him. He heard the Boar shift behind him, and assumed he was getting changed. The Akita weakly got himself up, wobbling on his legs. He clamped his rump together to try and keep the liquids from making a mess as he spat his underwear out of his mouth. It was damp with his own spit, and he recoiled as he slowly put them on. He could already feel the cum seeping into them.

With that, he donned his shorts and turned to see the Boar had already left the Library altogether, leaving him in peace. Was the entire point of mentioning the Greek societal structure just to get him to fuck? He didn't know.

All he knew was that he had a rough term ahead of him.