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Bumbling Bear Butt for Heru by Draconicon

"Barton, if you wouldn't mind staying behind for a moment."

Shawn sighed as he watched the bear smirk at him, the fox leaning back against the desk for a few seconds, holding his expression with the bigger jock. It took almost half a minute for his student to understand that he was being serious, and actually nod in return.

As the other students filed out of the classroom, the bear walked up to his desk. It took a little bit of effort for the fox to feel...okay about that. After all, he wasn't exactly huge, and bears were always a big species. Barton was no exception, either, and towered over him by a good two feet. Even with the big grin on the jock's face, it was hard to keep down his own instincts.

"What's the problem, boss?"

"It's professor, Barton."

"Yeah, fuck that. What's the problem?"

"The problem is your grades."

The fox reached back for the table, but the bear only laughed. Shawn's forced smile immediately started slipping, and he had to really work to keep from glaring at his student.

"Something funny, Barton?"

"Who really cares about the grades? You know why I'm really here, prof. I'm here for the fields. For the fans. For the -"

"For getting your butt kicked out of school and off of the team when you aren't doing well enough to keep up your scholarship?"

At least that was good enough to get the smirk off of his face. Shawn wasn't sure that he liked the sneer that replaced it, though, and clenched his teeth to keep from giving in to the sudden burst of nerves.

"Yeah, you heard me, Barton. You're failing. And you know you can't afford that."

"Hmmph. Yeah, well...you fix it, teacher."

"Fix -"

"Yeah. I'm one of the best players. You think that the dean is gonna want to lose his best quarterback over one little grade? Just fix the damn thing so that I can keep playing."

You certainly don't keep the affable look for long, do you? Then again, he shouldn't have been surprised. They were always getting away with everything, mostly because the administration was always on their side. Sports were everything for Henderson University, it seemed, and the sports players might as well have been untouchable.

The fox was simply sick of it.

Picking up a little courage that he didn't know he had, Shawn stepped forward and shoved a finger against the bear's chest. He could hardly believe what he was doing; the bear was massive, built like a tank. He was going to get himself torn in two, but he couldn't stop himself.

"You...you...You have any idea of what you're throwing away? What you're talking about? You're asking me to break every ethics code for a stupid little game and a stupider player that can't do anything but play it! You...you..."

"Get your hands off me!"

It happened just as he thought. Barton shoved him back and the fox went flying over his desk. He skittered over the top of it, landed in his chair, and only barely kept from falling to the floor. Groaning, he looked up, only to see that the bear was far from done. Barton growled as he rushed around the desk, and he gulped.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! he thought, ducking as one of his globes were thrown across the room, barely missing his head. He grabbed for something, anything that might slow the jock down. He threw his plaque, his cups, his calendar, anything that he could lay his hand on, but nothing did anything more than make the big guy turn his head around.

I'm gonna die. That was the first thought that kept going through his head, and it was one that kept flitting back in every time that the bear laid eyes on him again. Backing away as fast as he could, he ran around to the other side of the desk, trying to keep it between him and Barton, trying to keep some distance.

Thank heavens that the bear didn't think to vault the desk, or he would have been done for. The fox shook his head, trembling from head to tail as he kept ducking this way and that, barely avoiding the bear's sweeping arms when they were across the narrow part of the desk, and still reaching for anything that might serve as a shield.

He felt something under his fingers, and he brought it up desperately. It flashed in the air, and thunked off of Barton's forehead. The bear flinched...and then went still.

Shawn could hardly believe it, panting softly as he looked at his attacker. The bear was completely still, staring at the desk, at whatever he'd thrown. He slowly looked down...

Maybe the anthropology professor was onto something with this... he thought as he looked at the little old relic. He'd kept it as a curiosity after old Professor Deardun retired last year, a little arrowhead that had been nothing more than a paperweight before today. Now, though...He reached out, picking it up, and Barton's glance shifted from the arrowhead to him. There was...There was a feeling of a bond between them, something that connected him to the bigger male, though he couldn't quite understand what it was.

"I wish you'd sit down..."

He'd barely muttered his wish before the bear suddenly flopped down, sitting on the ground. It was like he had just completely gone boneless from the legs down, making him flop away. Shawn stared, then glanced down at the arrowhead again.

Maybe...

"Stand up."

The bear did.

"Stand on one foot."

Barton did that too.

"Um...Sing Mary had a Little Lamb."

"...Mary...had a..."

"That's all. Don't...don't keep doing that. Now I know why you didn't go out for choir..."

Still, it was something that was better than he'd hoped. Somehow, the bear was obeying him, doing what he was told. For the first time in his teaching career, he was able to look at the giant of a jock and not feel utterly terrified.

Slowly, a smile began to grow on his face. Barton had always been a royal pain for him, taunting him in the middle of his lectures, always speaking out when he was talking about something important. Then going to the dean whenever he did something about it, and making it so no punishments stuck. Well, it was time for things to change. Time for him to actually call the shots for once.

"Barton...take off your clothes."

Immediately the bear started stripping down, pulling off his t-shirt and throwing it to the ground. Despite the chunkiness that stuck to Barton's middle and his sides, there was a definite bundle of muscle there, and a lot of it. It wasn't like the bear could ever be mistaken for a fatty, that's for sure, and he definitely didn't look out of shape.

The bear's fingers kept working down his clothes, taking off pieces bit by bit. Shoes slipped off, followed by over-stretched socks. Wide-hipped pants hit the floor, and when the underwear followed, Shawn realized that he was licking his lips to the show. But...well, why not? The chance to get some revenge on the obnoxious jock was too good to resist, and the fact that he'd actually get to take it further...well, it was making him hard already.

"Turn around. Let me see....let me see what I'm working with."

He panted, hardly able to believe that he had this power. The bane of his classroom was obeying like a bought-and-paid-for lover, and it was glorious. The fox groped at himself as the bear turned around, exposing himself. That ass was round and fine, and though it jiggled perhaps a little bit more than he'd like, it still was just...beautiful.

He moved in closer, pulling the ass cheeks apart and exposing the hole. Wet with sweat, yes, but clean and tight looking. The fox leaned in, licking his lips as he pulled the ass cheeks as far apart as they'd go, stretching the pucker still further. Pink and perfect, it drew him in, his nostrils flaring at that hot, deep scent that was just so enticing.

He barely realized that he was licking at the hole before he had the first taste in his mouth. Hot and bitter, just like the smell, it made him groan and his cock throb in his pants. Shawn panted, unzipping them with one hand as he kept those ass cheeks parted with the other, letting him lick, letting him force his tongue in deep. Each slow, firm drag of his tongue let him feel the twitching, eager muscles within, let him feel how much the bear almost...almost wanted to get fucked.

It sent him into a frenzy, groaning and panting as he pulled himself even closer, dragging his tongue over the hole a few more times before pulling his head back.

"Bend over...I have to...have to have you."

And so Barton did, leaning over the professor's desk. That wet, puckering hole was the perfect target, and he leaped onto the bear's back, driving his cock in hard and fast. It went in up to the hilt in one go, and he grunted loud as he started pumping himself back and forth, back and forth into that hot, tight ass.

It was like he couldn't stop himself, the arrowhead slapping against his chest from the speed of his thrusts. Shawn's eyes rolled back in his head as he went harder, faster, deeper, his balls smacking off of the bear's round rump. His cock was swallowed up again and again by that eager hole, feeling almost like it was loosening for him, taking him deeper...

He couldn't hold out for long, and neither, it seemed, could the bear. With a deep moan, they both came within minutes, and Barton collapsed on the desk, panting. Shawn, on the other hand, slowly pulled back with a groan, the soft knot at the base of his cock just gently popping free.

I...I can't believe...Oh god...

He had some work to do, and he had to do it fast.

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Thankfully, it didn't take long to bring Barton back to the land of the waking, and as soon as he caught sight of the arrowhead again, he slipped right back into the obedient trance state. Shawn smiled, and nodded to himself.

"From now on, you'll be a model student. No more goofing off, no more interruptions. You will simply follow the instructions, and do what you're told. You want to be a good student, don't you?"

"Good...student...yes..."

"Good. You want to come back for another session like this, don't you?"

"Yes...another session...yes..."

This might just turn out to be the best gift that I ever got. And he wasn't talking about the arrowhead, either.

The End