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"Here?"

"Bladder." "Bladder?" "Piss tank."

"Here?"

"Balls." "Testicles." "Testes." "Nut tanks."

"There."

"Baa De-friends?" "Vay difference?" "Vas deferens." "Baby tubes."

"And here?"

And there's the confused silence from most of the class. It is a rather painful day to continuously review parts of the male body that would normally have a class snickering, but frankly it was more than enough considering it was the last few minutes of Sex Ed. Amusement was a rare emotion from the usually chipper elephant commanding the class to pronounce things he points out on his white board, but today he'll spare his usual demeanor the trouble of looking like he'd snap someone's pencil for merely getting 2 + 2 incorrect.

It was already hot, no point in making things worse by being agitated by honest ignorance.

"No one? Well class, or guys most likely, this is called the prostate gland. Existing in every one of us, this organ is primarily used in mixing together the fluid called semen. Not to be confused with sperm, which we all know are the cells within the fluid and not the fluid itself. Anyway, with its presence in one's body, it allows one's semen to flow freely from a penis upon ejaculation-or cumming as some of you call it-", Upon the further explanation of the word, a few back-desk stooges snickered as the elephant figured, but he went on, "-and keep the sperm cells within your ejaculate safe within a vagina. As we've gone over, the vagina is not purely all juices and the same goes for semen, seeing as both of the fluids they can discharge are somewhat acidic and therefore dangerous for egg cells and sperm cells without the proper organs."

A few studious types were busy scribing every word or at least bullet pointing whatever they could make out of the pachyderm's explanation of how the prostate works. Not everyone takes this information to heart when they don't fight to ensure that they don't lose it, so the professor up front was digilent in reaffirming the lesson until he stopped getting kiddie questions that middle schoolers would ask. This is a university, not 4th grade.

Being furrykin meant that sex was an unfortunate but precarious inevitability.

"The gland itself, however, can suffer inflammatory issues and swelling that can cause urinary problems for the penis. The best and most shut-in way to deal with it is..." The dramatic pause wasn't to raise suspicion actually, but the bell rang like an alarm clock on a Saturday morning. "...masturbation. Be careful not to forget today's lesson-everything you've heard and seen today will be on the weekly quiz and partially on the bi-weekly test."

Everyone scurried out to their next classes, chatting among themselves as most young adults do when they have time to get along with their day before they head back to their dorms to collect their things for their studies. Before the elephant could relax and shut his door, he caught wind of one of his students lurking behind in their seats. Being the kind soul he was, he stepped on over to check up on them.

"Sarah? Is something amiss?" The gray-furred shibe was deep in thought, he could tell. She was one of the taciturn thinkers of the class-not much of a talker unless she was to give an oral presentation. Eventually, she regarded that the elephant asked her a question and he responded.

"Mr. Ernest...What was it like for you...? To feel normal with what you are?" Her meek voice was barely audible, but the pachyderm heard it clear as day from his proximity.

"Oh? Well it was quite the trip, I must say. Gone were the nights spent feeling like I didn't belong anywhere and the days where my disgust with my own body led to me canceling most of my plans to try and cope. The transition made everything better, but I know not many are fortunate."

"Yeah...not everyone..." Sarah rubbed her arm, further implying that she was hiding the true point of this conversation, so Mr. Ernest decided to fill in the blanks for her.

"Listen Miss Colby, it would do you a great service to try and endure things until you see an opportunity. It can be tough or downright impossible to think that the way you were born does not correlate to how you feel you are, but time always has a funny way of providing doors to open."

"You think so?" There was a tear in her eye threatening to fall but Ernest did away with it before it could dampen her fur.

"I know so. Now I would chat some more on the matter so you have a better understanding but you have to get going, sweetie." He patted her on the back to motivate her out of her chair and Sarah complied. Reluctantly, as her packing was sluggish and lax, but she still made it out before she was dreadfully late for anything. This left Mr. Ernest to take a rest in ihs chair and relax.

"These students and their curiosity...Charlie, you've definitely got yourself a class." Mr. Ernest never saw the transition to one's true body worth mulling over, but with how pricey the world makes things it would seem that things like that are just out of reach for those who aren't very lucky. He himself managed to scrape by with the likes of his salary and generous friends willing to see him through the process, and he's forever grateful nonetheless. All this thinking had him rubbing his chest, knowing the scars beneath his button-down were still there and would stay there with his leathery hide doing naught to hide them from view. Though to be fair, you don't exactly catch an elephant going around shirtless anywhere.

Anyhow, Charlie got himself up and fluffed his collar for a few moments, seeing as having the room to himself reminded him that things were still humid on this spring transitioning day, and chugged the last of the water still barely cold in his canteen before making a way for the door. The break room shall satisfy his need for a quick bite.

That last class was his final class for the day, so once Charlie fed himself he packed his belongings and locked the door behind him on the way out so he could head home. There was an inner debate as to whether or not he should stop by for campus dinner but he had a few pressing matters to tend to at home so he couldn't. In the end, he hauled himself into his black car aged from use and made his way out of the parking lot for the street. Maybe some ice cream will soothe this smoldering heat. Traffic was thankfully merciful, not one accident in sight, and the only hiccups were merely short lines at stop lights rather than full on jams that prevented anyone from getting anywhere. Soon, Charlie was pulling up to his house and hauled himself inside with his handbag.

Yes, even when he wasn't Charlie his students knew him firstly as, he still carried that bag around with pride. Sure it might be counter-intuitive to what he's gone through in terms of feeling natural but there was just far too many uses for it to let it go to waste. After all, it's thick enough to be a weapon, carrying pockets that he can hide a multitude of things-like gum-and serve as a means of respect to his classes' memories. He made quite the mark on him before his time away to see that his true self was realized and it would be a shame if he tried his hardest to get rid of everything they done beforehand. The class does love when he pulls out a surprise from this bag and he'll be damned if the uplifted smiles on their faces weren't enthusiastic enough for his taste.

For now though, he had some cooling down to do. And one trip to the A/C left the whole main floor of his house feeling bearable enough to strip out of his work attire.

His sweaty undershirt couldn't be saved and his briefs were snug clinging to him as they hung damp off of his lower end, so a shower was in order. But before he could slip into something decent, he had to get the mail. Forgot to nab it this morning and he was rushing to get out of the door with a coffee stain on his blazer. Right away as he opened the door to reach into the mounted mailbox, he whistled from his left and turned accordingly.

"Mr. Troy. What can I do you for?" Charlie was familiar with the gorilla next door, on account of the fact that he recently moved into that empty home after the pachyderm's surgery. Charlie had been more than happy to introduce the man into the neighborhood but he had been quite...enthusiastic to know that the elephant lived next to him.

"Nothing special. Saw you coming in so I figured I'd see if you were doing anything later." The black-furred simian was clad in a tank top and boxers so he hadn't done a thing all day but sit on his ass, Charlie mused.

"Just gonna freshen up, it's been a long and hot day. Looks like it'll be even more humid by nightfall."

"Yeah yeah...so I was thinking maybe we could cool down together. My A/C's been acting funny, and junebugs don't make it any better clogging up the system. So from a nice neighbor to another...think we can share some space?"

Charlie hesitated. While it seemed like a harmless request at hand, Mr. Troy was gazing upon the elephant like a treat just barely out of reach but sniffable. There wasn't really any cons to it other than initial suspicion. The gorilla wasn't exactly the evil-looking type and he's surely caused not one ruckus since moving in as far as Charlie's concerned...Eh…

"I suppose you can stay. Just don't break anything, okay? I know you're a-"

"Good good. Lemme grab some drinks that I don't want staying warm forever and I'll get back to you on that." Before Charlie could finish explaining the house rules, Mr. Troy was already gone back into his house for his belongings. The elephant sighed. That impatience was something that existed in everyone no matter how morally accurate they were raised. Before too long, the gorilla was back with a compact cooler filled with what Charlie would presume would be refreshments that the simian didn’t want to get warm and a big bag of potato chips. The elephant didn’t see anything wrong with it, so he just let Mr. Troy inside and shut the door behind him.

“Okay, Mr. Troy. As I was saying, please do not break anything. I know how you get when you’re inebriated so I hope that you have control on yourself.”

That last bit had the gorilla staring at him with a stink eye, so Charlie hastily recovered from that slip-up. “You know, so you don’t damage anything?”

“...I hear ya, I hear ya. Don’t go ape shit on the neighbor’s junk, gotcha.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it junk bu-”

“Go on. You’ll be fine.” Mr. Troy kept shooing him off, so Charlie took it in stride and got a move on.

Trudging upstairs to the now warmer corridor leading towards the bathroom felt like stepping into a sauna and getting the water running to an optimal temperature sunk in the idea better. By the time it was warm enough to pass off as cooling for the pachyderm, he’d already shed his socks and shoes near the toilet and stepped into the shower bare as the day he was born.

Charlie was always thorough with cleaning himself off with soap, for his thick skin meant that light brushing would never cut it for getting sweat and grime off of his person. His efficiency had him almost done with lathering soap all over his front and back once he got an actual scrubbing brush to reach behind himself and only when it was time for his extremities did he take his time.

The surgery had gone swimmingly enough that Charlie was fine with sticking his soapy rag-covered hand between his legs to start wiping his vulva down in case it had grown a bit ripe on the nose, but his initial hesitation to be brisk about it was the fact that his new clitoris was rather easy to stimulate. In fact, it didn’t even take long before his palm accidentally nudge it and a surge of pleasure rushed through his passage like a spreading fire that stopped into a ditch.

That ditch being his cervix.

Before he got too frisky, Charlie braved the last of his routine before turning away from the stream and starting between his plump bottom. Getting between his cheeks was tedious at best, and only needed a mere hand to spread them apart so he didn’t miss anything. Finished, he snorted out anything in his trunk towards the drain and started rubbing his body clear of soap suds. Despite them not being painful to touch and look at, Charlie was hardly abrasive rinsing off around his top scars. Just knowing they were there reminded him just how much time has passed since he first started gathering funds for his reassignment surgery.

Sure, it had been a letdown to know that there wasn’t a matching organ of his species to fully transition from being an elephantess, but this was okay too. Didn’t even have to change his name much-just the Y to an IE.

Done mulling over the past, Charlie slipped out of the shower and grabbed a dry towel, only to find it missing from its usual spot on the sink. And not only that, but the door was open-not ajar as if someone had been peeking. This was definitely a lot less subtle than Charlie would have took Mr. Troy for but he still prevented the pachyderm from getting dry the old-fashioned way so he had to go and see what was done with it.

Out in the hallway, the humidity only provided a momentary breeze that caused a shiver so Charlie didn’t have to fear getting cold, but it sure left a mark on his steps as he descended down far enough to lean slightly over the banister to peek in the living room for Mr. Troy.

Sure enough, there he was rubbing his face down like he was sweating bullets despite sitting within the only room down here with the air conditioner. Even had the nerve to take his tank off and further smear the towel meant for water droplets with his scent. Guess he’ll be throwing that in the hamper when the gorilla’s gone.

“So, am I to expect that you went hunting for a means to clean yourself up and just so happened to come looking where I was freshening up or were you spying on me?” As much as Mr. Troy needed chastising for being a tad perverted in exchange for Charlie’s hospitality, the elephant was a firm believer that things happened for a reason.

“Spilled brew on myself. Not my fault you were just looking a little too good to look away.”

“...So both.”

“Yeah, Imma be keeping this towel for a bit. Crushed the can after I got startled, so you know how it goes.” Before Charlie could stop him, the simian lifted his lower half off the seat he held hostage and soon he was nude like the world couldn’t gaze upon him from the open window near the television.

“I’ll just...get my own refreshments then.” There were red flags, believe it, but when you’re not really in the mood to start a fuss-one that would end poorly for someone like Charlie against the mass of man Mr. Troy turned himself into despite his nearly slobbish tendencies-you kinda just have to live with it. It’s not like the gorilla was a bad looker anyhow; he was jacked, beefy muscles barely hidden away by black yet graying fur and pectorals that one would have to bend over backwards for just a tiny hint of the same build.

It was wrong to fantasize about it but it was too late for Charlie, he caused a stir between his legs and felt a warm trickle that couldn’t be mistaken for water run down his thighs.

“Damn.” And of course, he put the drinks on the bottom shelf of his fridge when opening it to see what was more pleasant on the taste buds than wine at this hour. Hoping he’d have the benefit of the doubt, he leaned down as far as his stature would allow and reached forward for his case of store-bought bottles of lemon iced tea.

“Woo, now that’s a keeper you got there.” Wolf whistles and all, Charlie felt red flush his gray face in embarrassment as the gorilla was indeed spying on his actions and caught the sight of his naked body bending over.

...Well...little late to try and be decent.

“More than just a simple keeper, I must add. Not claimed territory.” Charlie added a little wiggle to his rump, which got a ripple going on both cheeks to part them for a split second. And that split second was more than enough time to get a reaction out of Mr. Troy. If that predatory growl was anything special.

“Free game, huh? Think I’m gonna have to take you up on that. Get in here...you ain’t gonna make me bust that easy…” Charlie felt a sense of pride kick in at that comment and finally rose up straight to close the cooling air of the refrigerator and haul ass to the living room, tea uncapped and being sipped generously to avoid having some spill down his leathery form. As he was to expect, Mr. Troy was glaring at him like a parent who was internally cursing their child for making them look like a fool at a party.

Only the effect was ruined by his erection.

“So, did you want me to start, or were you going to see if you could melt me like I was ice with your stare?” That got a snort out of Mr. Troy.

“I was thinking you’d be a lot more eager...you know, since I’m rocking the meat and you’re rocking the bread…”

“A man after my own heart.” The sarcasm oozing from Charlie’s tone wasn’t gonna make this easier for him, so before he got a raging ape after his hide like a poacher, the pachyderm reached over and gripped the base of the simian’s cock. That seemed to deter him from seeking blood from the elephant, so the big guy kept his momentum up by stroking his way up to the tip. Charlie will admit that Mr. Troy was rather plump for a cock this long, but maybe he was just enough of a self-pleaser that he knew how to maintain an appealing shape. Once the tip of his fingers reached the gorilla’s mushroom cock head, Charlie gave it a quick flick on the topside to tease some nerves that sparked a fiery pleasure throughout the length of the gorilla’s dick.

As he thought, it got a growl out of the smelly ape and even made him bare his teeth from the intensity, but the hints of a smirk were resting on the corners of his lips so Charlie persisted in seemingly getting ready to jerk Mr. Troy off only to deviate into merely teasing that area.

“Sex ed teachers...and their little t-tricks…” The gorilla’s voice was getting husky, furthered with every painful-looking throb of his cock that made the veins within the flesh bulge out like muscles. Precum oozed out after a bit and Charlie was quick to rub it into the reddening skin so he could properly stroke his neighbor off.

“Technique isn’t a trick...After all, it’s not like I can just go down on you willy-nilly.” True, Charlie grew his tusks out after his surgery was done and testosterone treatments began, so the chances of him getting between some legs head-first were nigh-impossible without imminent stabbing. His trunk, however, was free game.

At first, he used it to see if acting as a substitute hand would suffice as a thicker means to thrust into, but Mr. Troy didn’t react much if at all to the gesture. So after a bit more testing, Charlie just slipped the coiled appendage to the base of Mr. Troy’s dick and started pumping him like a machine. Precum flew about like a dog shaking itself clean as the elephant’s hands moved in a blur, his glasses keeping his eyes clear from being pricked by the salty fluids. The close quarters engagement was getting stuffy and panting from both ends came in slowly as time went on. Despite the effort, the gorilla was true on his claim of not busting early. If anything, his dick just looked desperate for a load after being squeezed down several times a day over a week in self-denial and Charlie was little help with his trunk acting like a big cock ring.

“C’mon, teach’...gimme somewhere t’ put it…” The gorilla was thrusting into the air now, warmth encompassing his face and making it seem like he were about to pass out. Even though the A/C was still operational and currently blowing air into the room, the scent of effort-induced musk still filled the air. And it brought about a new, sweeter aroma into the mix of heat and body smells. And Mr. Troy took to it wholeheartedly with his strong whiffs. “I’m dyin’ t’ see what ya look like wit’ my nut all over ya…”

“Sheesh...and I thought I was being more forward.” Charlie cut his sass mode off and tried his best to see if he would somehow angle his tusks out of the way of Mr. Troy’s body while his mouth approached that cock head. It was going swell enough that he moved a bit faster, but when he started feeling muscled resistance, he stayed put where he managed to reach-just the head. To keep things going, he removed his trunk and nearly rubbed the precum being used as lube off of the gorilla’s dick as he jerked it off like a machine.

And just when his arm began to ache, Mr. Troy was letting loose with a strained roar. Cum streamed in like piss at first, but after Charlie relaxed his now sore hand the real flow came in like a flood. His cheeks could hold a lot for someone that wasn’t a chipmunk, but for the better part of this extensive handjob he gulped down what he could and let the rest shoot down his throat. Quite productive, Charlie could say if his mouth wasn’t full, but his own moan from the oddly desirable flavor of lightly salted man milk was proof enough that he came to enjoy Mr. Troy’s load.

A couple of minutes went by and soon that hairy beast calmed down and with it his climax, huffing through his teeth like he were trying to be a dragon from exaggerated movies with them. Charlie eventually released the simian’s shaft and let it flop towards his stomach, but seeing it still stand tall and as solid as steel reminded him that Mr. Troy was not a one-hit wonder in bed. They had bedrooms that were across from each other and uh….

Let’s just say he’s not very caring about who listens to him at night.

“You know what happens next, don’t ya teach’?” The gorilla was already snaking his arm around Charlie before he would try pulling away and tease him again, so the elephant was stuck on his belly on the couch while the simian rose up and kept him pinned down in a half-hug.

“I have a hunch but..do try to inform me gently.”

“Tch, snarky no matter what, huh?” Mr. Troy settled himself behind Charlie, hauling the pachyderm towards him until his lower half was draped over the nearby armrest like he were a piece of the furniture. His tail was down but the gorilla flicked it away to show off that uncharted backdoor and moist lips to him. An ass that looked virgin was always a big shot in Mr. Troy’s book but his attention was all on those folds. He may have spied on Charlie more than just this occasion and may have gotten himself off...several times to the idea of this moment happening in his home.

But anywhere was fine with him.

Once he found where his dick was nudging into that squishy leather, he aimed it towards those lips and pushed forth to get into the hole they hid. Of course, Charlie being Charlie, the pachyderm wouldn’t have any of that and pulled himself forward on the couch to make that thrust overshoot and slip the gorilla’s dick between his asscheeks instead. The sudden cockblock was furthered when those globes trapped Mr. Troy right there so he couldn’t pull back to try again, Charlie fishing through the couch cushions for seemingly nothing before he pulled out a condom wrapper and threw it at the simian gearing up to tear into his snatch.

Of course the gorilla was not into putting a rubber on if that mortified face was a sign. “....Seriously?”

“Just because I have my tubes tied doesn’t mean I’m going to take any chances of you somehow knocking me up, mister. My students missed me enough when I took time off for my surgery-they don’t need a maternity leave when they have another year in my class.” Those poor freshmen-to-become-sophomores would be lost without him, especially from the stories of misinformation that he’s heard. “Now kindly put that on so I don’t have to keep playing peekaboo with your penis-it’s harmful for both of us.”

Mr. Troy grumbled something about bossy pussy before tearing the wrapping foil off of the condom and sliding it over his dick. And since he was sure Charlie was aroused enough to be lubricated off his own juices, the unceremonious thrust that fixed their issue of being stuck outside from where the action would begin was to be expected at this point. Charlie still groaned in discomfort; the only thing he’s done to his own vagina was clean it in the shower. Arousal came and went briskly, so why bother with masturbation when it’ll be a fleeting experience?

That still didn’t stop Mr. Troy from digging through his walls like a battering ram pushing through ground beef. Went straight towards the cervix too, no time to prepare for a full insertion. But then, Charlie noted that the heavy, pendulum-like slam of balls hitting the back of one’s thighs never befell him as Mr. Troy worked his way to a desirable pace of short yet fat-jiggling pummeling. Not even balls-deep? The gorilla must be on drugs or something.

It was a surprising turnabout with the condom in play, as Mr. Troy’s layered pleasure seemed not to differ from how he’d be had Charlie refrained from employing a safety measure for them, and those huffs were the likes of effort, not restraint. The plowing proceeded to a point where the sting of the impacts were actually leaving a mark on Charlie’s nether region yet thankfully Mr. Troy was considerate enough to not go digging deeper than where he hit for that’d be a rather agonizing endeavor. It’s not that it would hurt, but rather the gorilla would be too thick to try fitting through a small entry at all and forcing it would definitely be more painful than pleasing for someone like Charlie.

Hell he didn’t even go that far before his surgery.

Unfortunately for Charlie, the gorilla still attempted to sink in as deep as he would while pulling him back towards the thrust for extra oomph. The resulting clash of hips upon ass resonated throughout the entirety of the house, a slight red shade forming upon those leathery pillows before Mr. Troy pulled back to try it again.

“F-fuck...open up for me already...made it this f-fucking far, eh?” It was hard for the simian to speak when he was trying his damnedest to try and get in that womb but Charlie wasn’t budging one bit.

“Just blow out-outside of it...No shame in not having a space t-” Suddenly, Mr. Troy yanked Charlie back and he felt a warmth steadily fill his passage. No, it didn’t feel like a water balloon was growing inside of him but it was the sensation of heated-up milk being dispensed in brief but strong blasts of spunk from the gorilla. Dammit, must have broke it ramming into the wall that kept Charlie’s womb safe. On the plus side, none of it found its way into his uterus at all and some of it drooled past the gorilla’s dick and down Charlie’s thighs like a soup trail. This seemed to be more drawn out from the earlier one, and Mr. Troy had yet to stomp humping against the elephant, so Charlie had to endure what felt like an hour’s worth of cum being dumped past his vulva and have most of what got in flushed straight out from the overcapacity and steadily oozed down his legs.

When it was over, all that seed had seeped into the couch and whatever didn’t get trapped into the material pooled on the floor at Mr. Troy’s feet. His balls ached from the over-extensive load but he didn’t care. He finally had the elephant where he wanted and he was going to make sure it didn’t go to waste while he still had Charlie out of it.

Rest assured, having all that warmth in you tends to leave you relaxed, no?

“Dick’s still throbbing...guess that means I get another round…~” And with no care for that untouched pucker just sitting in view thanks to Mr. Troy’s continued grip on that tail, the gorilla was back to thrusting inside Charlie’s snatch, stirring the elephant into something of an exasperatedly aroused state. Going to be a long night.

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“...and this is how you ensure comfort when positioning yourself in mastery. Got that, Jeffery?”

“I...think so, professor?”

The students were all awkwardly engaged in sexual positions as per Charlie’s request. It was made worse as the boys involved in the act were sporting tents against the girls they were partnered with, but the elephant assumed them all that it was a natural process for guys to have and none of them should feel appalled or ashamed.

“Right then. In missionary, it is better to be profound with your affection. Being the basic yet most romantic of the main six sex positions-try saying that fast-you want your partner to know that you care for them every step of the way. Doggy style on the other hand…”

Charlie paused as the lad involved with the demonstrations looked like he was already trying to actually get into the act, boner almost pushing into flustered sheep beneath him. Ironic, since the boy was a wolf.

“...usually reserved for couples who like a wild twist with their coitus. The other four of the group tend to be-” Charlie was cut off from teaching them the rest of the know-abouts of sex when the bell rang, prompting shuffling and falling bodies to hit the floor before recovery and filing out of the classroom before they died of embarrassment. And of course, Charlie was stuck whiffing the air of arousal at just about every desk. Good thing he brought a dry towel from home that wasn’t soaked in gorilla gunk to use, because having a wet spot between his legs didn’t usually provide much to the imagination unless one actually got down and sniffed the aroma instead of the acrid stench they’d expect.

Just then, Charlie’s phone buzzed in his back pocket, prompting the pachyderm to fish it out after missing the mark a few times with how drum-tight his trousers were. A text message popped up on his screen as he pressed the lock button, the initials S.C. titling the incoming notification before he unlocked his phone to read past what the preview offered.

‘Mr. Ernest, I don’t think I’ll be coming to classes for a while...I may have uh...gotten some “help” with my problem.’

While it was surely a surprise to hear that one of Charlie’s aspiring students would be missing from the scene for a while, he smiled. She was taking the steps necessary to feel natural and he couldn’t be anymore pro-

Another text interrupted his inner monologue and he groaned as he saw ‘Troy’ pop up as the message’s title. The crude spelling was character from the likes of that gorilla:

‘Hurry hom, got a special sumthin 4 ya.’

Before Charlie could ask if that special something was anything important, the simian sent three more text. All pictures. What loaded in after what felt like the slowest minute of his life made Charlie clench his legs in slight fear.

A riding crop, a ball gag and a half-head blindfold big enough for his head.

His return text went along the lines of why that stuff looked like it was meant for horses, but Mr. Troy’s rebuttal was a picture of his dick and a small little line.

‘U gonna say no 2 this?’

It was hard as steel and Charlie could tell it was throbbing from the still image alone. His legs were futile in hiding the sudden dampness that bloomed from his crotch. Against his better judgment, the elephant texted back.

“Fine. I’ll be there soon.”