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D’s Get Degrees

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“Thank you Miss Tanner,” Alexander nodded at the vixen that finished her oral report. He had checked off half the requirements that she had covered, and then he’d have to check her sources. Either way she was only squeaking by with a barely passable grade. Though, she was at least trying to pass, unlike some.

Alexander scribbled his notes down as his student handed him the physical copy of her oral report. The bull was a big man, the vixen hidden in the shadow of the college professor’s frame. Alexander gave her a placated smile out of courtesy, his massive hand taking the standard paper and slapping it on top of the other reports he had heard that day, his massive mitt making them look more like large playing cards than actual reports. The bull rubbed his eyes with his one hand as he finished scribbling his note without looking. His thick framed glasses rested on a proud muzzle, his beard thick and tight against it, but despite being a full beard it almost looked like a goatee with how it had silvered around his nose and chin. His proud bull horns rose above him proudly, the Professor needing to dip down before going through doors to ensure he didn’t break the frames. His ancestral bull roots giving him an impossibly thick neck that arched down over delts scantily clad in his dress shirt. The plaid powder blue and white laid tight against his powerful upper body, the unbuttoned collar showing the sneak peak of his pecs, his chest hair a dark chocolate brown with a plume of silver. His powerful pecs pushed his shirt open, the first button or so of his shirt strained before being pushed over a powerful core that had long since formed a healthy layer of fat now that he didn’t have the coursing metabolism of his youth. The overhang of his gut rested atop his belt buckle, and his pleated slacks might as well have not been pleated at all with how they hugged his strong legs.

The brown bull finished his notes just as his student sat down in the lecture hall. He then looked up at his list, a single name circled in red. The slight wrinkles and dark rings on the bulls face deepened as he sighed and pulled his glasses off, tossing them to the side to look up at his students.

“Jagger Cain?” Alexander’s deep voice rose through the lecture hall up to the student in the back who had his feet up on the desk before him.

“Present,” Jagger spoke, his voice rough, but still much more young than the bulls.

“Mister Cain,” Alexander sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t for rollcall, this is about your oral report.”

“Wouldn’t know much about giving oral,” the dark wolf chuckled at his joke as he pulled his boots off the desk and sat up, slouching forward, his thick mane a glorious billowing of mottled black and browns. He was a black wolf, but his mixed heritage gave him little gray and brown sunbursts between his pecs and pits. Both on show due to his letterman jacket hanging on the back of his chair, his powerful chest clad in a tight white wife-beater. His hair was styled over for that Jersey boy good look, but the glint of his golden fang made him resemble more of a punk and rocker. His jeans were skin tight, his powerful thighs keeping them stretched thin. “Though, the ladies don’t complain.”

“Jagger, that joke was nice the first time,” Alexander rolled his eyes. “But I’m not going to give you another extension. We will be moving onto another unit after the break and midterm grades will be due. I’m saying this very clearly so even you can understand. If you don’t have your oral report finished, you might as well drop this class, because you won’t pass.”

“What a shame, Xander,” Jagger smirked, his golden eyes glinting as he leaned back, putting his hands behind his head again as he kicked his boots up, dirt flaking out from the treads. “Guess I’ll just have to take your class again.”

Alexander cocked a brow before putting his glasses back on. “Is that your final answer, Mister Cane?”

“Does it look like I’m coming down to talk?” Jagger’s words were colored through his half smile.

“So be it,” Alexander shrugged. Truth be told, he wanted an excuse to drop Jagger from his class. “I hope your scholarship allows your grade point average to dip that low.”

“Don’t you worry about my scholarship, Prof,” Jagger rocked on his chair. “You just worry about you and yours, and I’ll worry about me and mine.”

“Your athletics won’t keep you here Mister Cain,” Alexander spoke up again. “You think your coach will protect you, but he can’t. If I tell the dean you’re gone, you’re gone.”

“Yeah, keep talkin’, Prof,” Jagger huffed, pulling some sunglasses on and covering his eyes, clearly ready to go to sleep again. “Mind if I take a nap? Since I won’t be in your class when we come back, you won’t mind if I don’t pretend that I ain’t sleeping through them from now on.”

Alexander’s lip twitched as he tried to suppress the need to snort. He couldn’t quite keep it in, but he managed to cover it with a, “Class is dismissed.”

The rest of the class started to file out, but Jagger just had to have the last word.

“Say ‘hi’ to the misses for me, Prof,” Jagger shrugged on his jacket, his massive biceps looking even thicker. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Just you and your boy.”

Alexander rolled his eyes, a habit he had picked up in his time with his young students. He wanted to break it, but he couldn’t with Jagger around. The prick was a wannabe dropout waiting to happen, but Alexander just didn’t care. Not everyone deserves an education when some fervently oppose getting one.

And Jagger was one of the few that clearly didn’t want an education, but a platform for their pleasure.

The wolf was a menace. Constantly sleeping through classes, groping his latest arm candy in the back “discreetly”, and the only time he ever made eye contact with Alexander, was when he knew he knew those fingers of his were where they weren’t supposed to be. Either Jagger was feeling himself up or he was knuckle deep in a co-ed.

Either way, he wouldn’t be Alexander’s problem after the break. No, they were going to have a nice dinner at home this year, and Tommy was going to finally introduce him to this new boyfriend he had. Alexander’s son had always had poor judgement in men, and after the last time his son got his heart broken by some micro dicked, muscle head, shit for brains loser, Alexander told his son that he was the one to scare them off. He would take all his loser friends into his office and interrogate them into leaving his son alone. He wasn’t going to have idiots as grandchildren, not after having raised such a smart and capable son.

Well, book smart, but Tommy was far from street smart. The professor’s son was a chip off the ol’ block with how he was smart as hell, but the difference was that Tommy couldn’t tell the difference between a suitable partner and a hole in the ground.

So, when Tommy had told his father that he had found “the one,” he was more than just skeptical. He was downright incredulous. Not that his son was willing to tell him anything about this new wonder boy in fear that his father might scare him off, but that only reassured that this guy was someone Alexander would whole heartedly disapprove of.

But Tommy insisted on bringing him over for dinner. He said it was his boyfriend’s idea, to help clear the air about his intentions with his son. If that were true, then why couldn’t he talk to him himself? Tommy simply insisted that he be the one to introduce his boyfriend directly first. Alexander had begrudgingly agreed to it, but wasn’t a complete fool. He would get this man under his discerning eye one way or another and ensure he is the perfect one for his progeny to grow with. Both as a partner for his son and a father for his grandchildren.

Alexander was in his kitchen, the professor’s home a glorious intellectual’s abode. His generous salary from the university allowing him a glorious suburban manor. High ceilings to keep his horns from causing unnecessary damage, and large archways and open concept living spaces. It was the perfect place to raise a family, so when Alexander heard the loud roar of a Harley in the distance, he wasn’t surprised as to who it was when it came to a stop out front his house.

Alexander stood in his living room with his arms crossed, looking out the large windows to see a beastly man on this Harley clad in leather and jeans. Great, couldn’t even dress up for his first time meeting him. Who his little back warmer was wasn’t a surprise, especially since he had a special helmet for his horns. Tommy was a handsome brown cow, his bull body wasn’t as bulky as his father’s and closer to a water polo athlete than the beastly rugby build of his father. Despite his size and stature, the man on the Harley was slightly bigger than him, both their frames clad in leather and jeans.

Alexander had a lowball of scotch in one hand, his other lowball empty in case just such a thing would occur. He did give his son some credit that he found hot men, but just by the fact they came riding in that metal death trap was enough for Alexander to write them off.

Tommy had gotten off and pulled his helmet before putting it into one of the side saddles before grabbing his duffle that was bungeed to the back with the other guys. The man got off, his knee-high boots grinding against the asphalt as he came to help Tommy with their bags, his powerful biceps and shoulders making his studded leather creak and groan. That’s when he did something both gentlemanly and dominant that made Alexander’s brow furrow. He slapped away Tommy’s hands when he was going to lift their bags before taking them both himself effortlessly. Tommy gave a soft moo before practically skipping forward down the pathway to the front door.

“DAAAAAAD! I’m home—OH! You’re right here,” Tommy’s sing-song voice echoed through the entryway.

“Do you remember what I told you if you ever came home on one of those damned bikes?” Alexander’s voice had an edge through the playful ribbing.

“Oh come off it dad,” Tom crossed the living room, his boots left in the entry way and his feet thudding against the expensive rug before giving his dad a hug. Alexander chuckled, his hard heart melting as his son embraced him. He couldn’t stay mad at Tommy. Alexander gave him a sideways hug, ensuring his scotch was safe above him.

“Okay, fine,” Alexander rolled his eyes. “Where’s this man you’ve been gushing over.”

“Hey there, Prof.”

Alexander froze as the aforementioned boyfriend came in and slung down their duffle bags in a heap. It couldn’t be. The man pulled his hands up, his dark furred hands and onyx claws gleaming as he took his helmet off and whipped his hair back into place, his mane thick, his hair styled despite being crushed against that helmet.

“You,” Alexander snorted. He wasn’t at school, he didn’t need to keep his cool in his own house. “What do you think you’re doing here in my house!”

“Dad!” Tommy looked up at his father. “What the hell?”

“What the hell?—Did you just say that to me?” Alexander’s eyes locked with his son’s.

“No need to blow a gasket, Prof,” Jagger smirked, his golden tooth glinting in the ambient lighting of Alex’s home. “Hey, baby, why don’t you take our things to your room and get things settled. I want to talk to your dad, man to…well let’s say ‘man.’”

“I…okay,” Tommy looked confused and looked back at his father as he took his and Jagger’s bags to his childhood bedroom.

“Get out,” Alexander huffed.

“Oh, I ain’t going nowhere,” Jagger chuckled as he kicked his boots off, his dark socks covering large feet. Sentence structure with a double negative just to piss him off.

“You want me to call the authorities and have you removed?” Alexander warned.

“And ruin this perfectly fine night?” Jagger chuckled and walked forward, his footfalls making the place shake. Alexander’s would as well, but that wasn’t the point. He had never been up close to Jagger before. He always sat in the back of his class and never approached the front. He had never noticed how big he was. Despite his size, Alexander had to look down at him. “I don’t think you want to do that.”

“Really? I think I do,” Alexander snorted in Jagger’s face. “You leave, or the police will be scraping you off the floor. I am not going to let someone like you anywhere near my son.”

“That would be a shame, because the boy loves me,” Jagger gave him a cocky grin. “He’s wrapped around my finger and does whatever I say, and I mean whatever the fuck I say. He’s a good little bitch boy.”

“How dare you,” Alexander snarled, setting his scotch down and rolling up a sleeve. “I could kill you for that.”

“Cute, but if you lay one hand on me, guess who’ll be taking care of me all night?” Jagger pulled his jacket off and tossed it on the ground, his wife beater just as tight as it was before. “And while he bandages me up after a fight with his crazy, overbearing father, guess who will be grateful enough that he can go bare in that boi’s pussy?”

“What? What do you mean by that?” Alexander froze, his fists clenched at his sides.

“I mean, that boy wants to take my pups raw,” Jagger chuckled darkly. “He’ll do it if I ask. I know, because he’s been begging me to do it. I tell him he’s too special for something like that and all that mushy shit and he’s putty in my hands.”

“He wouldn’t,” Alex huffed.

“Your son is a young man with needs, and if his father will get in the way of those needs, well, his daddy in leather is waiting in the wings to knock his ass up.”

“How dare you,” Alexander was about ready to charge and gore this wolf.

“I mean, I could convince him to wait, ya know,” Jagger said inspecting his claws. “He should stay in school, finish is degree, ya know, get all that education out of his system before settling down as a house wife breeding sow.”

“I see,” Alexander nodded, his eyes narrowing. “You want me to fix your grade, don’t you.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that,” Jagger pretended to bop his own forehead. “Silly me. Nah, I don’t give a shit about my grade. I have a feeling you’ll fix it up for me no matter what.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah really,” Jagger gave him a cocky grin.

“Really what?” Tommy came back in.

“Oh, just that you’re really cute,” Jagger slung his arm around Tommy’s shoulder, his hand resting on his son’s pec, his claws bouncing against his nip. “Ain’t that right, Daddy Dearest?” He directed at Alexander.

The larger bull was huffing, but he just snorted and nodded.

“Yeah,” Jagger nodded up before taking Alex’s scotch and giving his boy toy a kiss on the nose. “Hey baby, show me where you used to, ya know, have fun and shit here.”

Alexander didn’t know what to say. Jagger was the kind of deadbeat to ruin someone else’s life for his amusement. Four of his other students had dropped out with wolf pups on the way and it wasn’t a surprise who the father was. That wolf busted chops just as must as he did waistlines.

Though, that night, Jagger was almost cordial with Tommy. As cordial as a street urchin like Jagger could be, but cordial none the less. They stayed up late talking, finding that Jagger had retained some of his lectures and got him talking about them, but then Tommy started to fall asleep on Jagger’s shoulder.

“Hey there sleepy head, why don’t you hit the sack while the men stay up and chat,” Jagger smirked. Tommy blearily nodded and hobbled his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

“You know, I’m not going to let you sleep in the same room,” Alexander spoke.

“Come on, Prof, you really want to ruin the good thing we got going on with lip?” Jagger kicked his feet up on the end table, his bare feet on display, having ditched his socks and changed into shorts after dinner. “Not that it matters. Like I said, I got your pretty little boy wrapped around my fingers, sometimes three if I push him.”

“You cheeky little shit,” Alexander snorted. “Well, what the hell do you want?”

“Well, a place to sleep tonight would be fine,” Jagger smirked, leaning back on the couch.

“I think you just found it,” Alexander nodded at the sofa.

“I was thinking your bed,” Jagger sipped his scotch.

“I’m not giving up my bed, least of all for you,” Alexander rolled his eyes.

“Who said anything about giving it up?” Jagger bit his lower lip and bounced his eyebrows. Alexander choked on his sip and coughed it out. “Damn Proff, no need to start gagging yet.”

“You must take me a fool,” Alexander snorted, calming himself out of his coughing fit. “You’re my son’s boyfriend.”

“Yeah, but if you want me to stay his boyfriend and not his baby daddy, you’re going to do whatever the fuck I say,” Jagger lifted his empty scotch glass and shook it.

Alexander snorted, his eyes going near bloodshot as he was ready to charge, but then Tommy stepped out in the hall, his cute face all slack as he was shuffling to bed. Alexander bit his inner lip and pulled the decanter out from the rolling stand before pouring Jagger a few fingers. The cocky wolf kept his glass held out and he poured a few more before he pulled the glass back satisfied.

“Good boy,” Jagger smirked and took a nice swig of Alexander’s nice scotch. “I’d say I’m glad you understand I got you by the short and curlies, but I’m sure you ain’t got no balls at all.”

“Cute,” Alexander rolled his eyes. “So what, do you want me to suck you off or something?”

“You think I’m going to give up busting in your boy’s pussy raw just for a blowjob from his DILF daddy? Fuck no!” Jagger took another swig. “I’m going to take you for every ounce your worth and bust wherever the fuck I want. You feel me Proff? I don’t give a shit if I’m going to give your son some siblings as long as you do as I fucking say.”

“I…” Alexander’s jaw hung loose.

“Yeah, keep your maw open too,” Jagger sipped more of his drink before continuing. “Now get on the ground and show daddy what you fed my boy with in the cradle. Those mommy milkers have been teasing me since the day I walked into your class.”

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