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A Lesson in Higher Education

By Danath

Druff © Gruffy

* * *

The wolf's gray-furred head popped through the doorway, green eyes shining, a wide smile plastered across his long muzzle.

"Hello, Professor Druff! I'm the new president of the school, Dr. Ian Podusky, and I just wanted to stop by to say hello!"

The wolf's head swung back and forth, scanning the room. Next to the door was a small wooden tray-table with a large fern and a lamp. The floor featured a well-tread red carpet, though the plush material was simply aged, not threadbare. Dark blue wallpaper covered the walls around the doorway, while bookshelves lined either side of the rectangular office. The shelves bowed slightly under the weight of all the books, from the leatherbound classics to the newer hardcovers, nearly all of them about late European history, the professor's specialty. A pair of well-maintained, shiny leather chairs rested in front of a broad oak desk probably as old as the brick campus building itself.

Besides the lamp at the doorway, the only other artificial light came from a desk lamp perched next to several stacks of books and papers on either side of it, most piled at least a foot in height. A large, ornate wooden window opened the room up to a view of the green campus lawns and white footpaths stretching out towards the other buildings across the courtyard.

A pair of shoulders clad in a dark blue suit coat hunched to the left, where a small alcove in the bookshelves provided a convenient spot for a laptop. Professor Druff tapped away at an external keyboard with larger keys, finding it easier for his paws to fit than the small chiclet keyboard built into the machine he still used with some reservation.

Despite the loud interruption of Dr. Ian, Professor Druff didn't hesitate in his typing. He wrote for a good 30 seconds, during which the new president hesitated in the doorframe, shuffling his right foot against the back of his left leg.

"If this isn't a good time I can come back later?" he said, tail moving just a bit behind him.

The professor continued to type, apparently oblivious to the wolf, until the tiger hit a final stroke of the keyboard and cocked an ear for the sound of the printer down the hallway. Hearing the machine chug to life, he stood up and turned towards the doorway, leaning over his desk to extend a paw.

"Hello, Dr. Podusky. I was just finishing up a letter."

The wolf beamed and took a step inside the office, reaching out to shake the tiger's paw. His fingers disappeared in the larger male's grip.

"Not a problem, not a problem," the wolf said, still smiling.

Despite Dr. Ian's gray fur, he wasn't old, Professor Druff realized. Rather, the gray fur lent an otherwise younger male a fairly distinguished air. Druff adjusted the pince-nez glasses on his muzzle, as he withdrew his paw and leaned back. His fingers ran down the lapels of his suit coat, straightening the jacket on his broad shoulders. He had his suits tailored so that his clothes fit just right, accentuating his torso and leaving extra room for his deep neck ruff. The mature feline's fingers tugged his jacket forward and pinned a single button in the front. He looked to be in his late 40s, with just a dash of gray at the tips of the tuft of white beard-fur on his chin.

Druff motioned to one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. They had large, broad arms and deep cushions, obviously meant for comfort. The professor sat down himself at the desk, leaning back in a leather office swivel chair, itself with plush padded armrests. The tiger frowned slightly when the younger wolf, who Druff thought could not be a day over 30, sat on the armrest of a chair rather than the cushion itself.

"As you no doubt are aware, the board chose me to replace Dr. Meaux when she retires at the end of the term," the wolf said. He clasped his paws over his lap and leaned forward. He didn't wear a suit coat and the sleeves of his red button-up dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows. He wore khakis rather than slacks, something that caused Druff to frown just a bit more. At least he wore a tie - a nice one, actually, with a detailed pattern of white and gold, the school colors.

"Yes, I received the announcement in an email," the professor said.

"I've spent the week introducing myself to all the faculty and staff on campus," the wolf said, beaming at the tiger, still leaning forward eagerly, as though this were the most important conversation he'd ever had. Gruff's tail twitched. "I'm looking forward to working with everyone here, and though I know I can't ever replace Dr. Meaux, I hope to be as good of a steward as she was, even if my methods are different."

Gruff's tail twitched again, though he willed his ears to stay upright. Internally, his grumpiness at the clearly well-rehearsed speech increased. Despite his growing annoyance with the much-too-happy canine, Druff had to admit the other male was a better looker than the ancient Dr. Meaux. If only he wasn't so damn cheerful.

"Clearly the board feels you're the best choice to lead this college," Professor Druff said, as bland of an answer as he could imagine. Why the board chose a pup like this over a more experienced candidate, he had no idea. As long as the new president spared his department any changes that were too radical, he'd remain friendly, if aloof. "I'm looking forward to working with you as well."

"Excellent! I'm really excited to hear that. Now, I've got a few things I wanted to talk to everyone about, but I've got a meeting starting in about 15 minutes," the wolf said. He pulled out a smartphone and pressed a button on the side, checking the time. "Ten minutes. Dr. Eleanor kept me talking longer than I planned."

The tiger nodded and leaned back in his chair, arms folding over his chest. "She does enjoy talking about school policy."

The wolf nodded. "I appreciate her enthusiasm, though not her longevity." The wolf paused. "Talking, I mean, not, uh... well, anyway, I wanted to give you the chance to ask me any questions you have and for me to share some ideas with you. I know it's presumptuous, but I made reservations for six this evening at a steakhouse near the campus I was told by the secretary that you enjoy."

Professor Druff's right eyebrow twitched this time, not his tail. He almost grinned when he saw the gray wolf lift a paw and slide it up and down against the back of his neck - a nervous tic if Druff ever saw one. Maybe this timing wasn't all in error at all... but no, that would be highly unlikely. He didn't have any plans for the evening, but spending dinner with the talkative wolf did not appeal as much as remaining at home with a bottle of good liquor and a book. But still... something about the hopeful way the wolf's tail swung back and forth, half hidden behind the chair, appealed to the large tiger.

"I appreciate the offer and I'll be there at six," the tiger said, half-surprising himself.

The wolf's beaming grin returned instantly and he jumped from the chair. "Excellent!" He stuck out his paw again, tail wagging behind him. "I'm looking forward to it!"

The tiger stood, bemused, and shook the wolf's paw again. The canine disappeared out the door, but just as Professor Druff was about to turn back to his laptop, the canine's face popped past the doorway again.

"Oh, and I apologize for not knocking! Won't happen again!"

The wolf disappeared again, quicker than Druff could react, leaving the tiger to blink his blue eyes at his doorway. Apparently the wolf noticed the "Please Knock" sign as he right of the frame, just below Professor Druff's name plate. Maybe there was hope for the excitable male after all as an administrator.

* * *

The steakhouse's wood-paneled walls glowed calm browns and reds in the light of the wall sconces placed between the booths surrounding the central kitchen. Waiters in black slacks and black button-up shirts bustled around with efficient, quick steps. A prompt and courteous lion, a student from the campus who immediately recognized Professor Druff, very nearly saluted the distinguished academic when he saw him.

"Hello, Professor Druff," he said, cradling a pair of menus in his arms. "Would you like the wine list?"

The tiger glanced at the gray wolf, who shook his head. Protocol demanded he give the new president the opportunity to order first. The wolf shook his head at the tiger's glance and perked his ears forward.

"You've been here before," Dr. Ian said. "I trust your judgment to order me... excuse me, to order for us both."

Professor Druff's lips curled up in the corners at that, half-smiling. Little clues, little clues. Was a game afoot or not? Maybe dinner would be interesting after all.

The tiger refused the offered menus with a wave of his paw and smiled at the server. "House special with whatever the sommelier recommends," he said. After the lion left, he glanced at the wolf, who looked a little downcast. "Expecting something more complicated?"

The wolf's smile returned. "No, just surprising," he said. "I assumed with your knowledge of Europe you'd be very specific about your taste in wine."

The tiger shrugged. "The cooks and the sommeliers know what they're doing, or else I wouldn't like this place," he said, leaning forward, resting his tufted chin on his paw. "No reason not to let them do their jobs the way they know best. As for Europe, I suppose I know a little about wine, but mostly from its effect on trade and diplomacy and culture. I prefer a nice whiskey, personally."

The gray wolf's green eyes opened wider and he smiled, leaning forward over the table. His nostrils flared. Professor Druff wondered if he was trying to smell his scent.

"How interesting! And a good philosophy on eating out. I may try that sometimes, if you think it'd be good for me."

Another strange phrasing. Simple exuberance, or something more? Druff absent-mindedly stroked the tuft of his chin and leaned back into the bench behind him, eyeing the smiling gray wolf impassively.

The lion returned with a pair of glasses and a bottle of wine. Druff waved away the cork and motioned for him to pour. The lion did no with only a hint of nervous energy when he tried not to let a drop hit the navy blue tablecloths.

Once he'd left, Druff lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. It was good. Dr. Ian did the same.

"You wanted to talk about changes in the department?" Professor Druff asked.

"Well, not so much changes in how the department works, but merely how we advocate for your programs and raise awareness."

"Raise awareness?" Druff asked, holding his glass halfway to his muzzle.

Misconstruing the tiger's pause, Dr. Ian spoke quickly. "Oh, you know, if we integrate traditional outreach methods with modern social media optimization, we can increase student integration and provide more positive outcomes for everyone involved, which in turn increases the value of the education received at the college."

Druff's paw didn't move. "Dr. Ian, I speak English and Latin fluently and a few others passably, but I have no clue what you just said." He finally lifted the glass to his muzzle and took another sip before continuing. "However, I heard the words 'social media' in that word soup somewhere. Do you want me to get a Muzzlebook page?"

The wolf's smile expanded. "Yes! And tweet, and perhaps do a livestream of your classes sometime so prospective students can get a taste of how our prized professors provide a top-rate education."

"Fine. Have a student do it for me."

It was the wolf's turn to pause. "A student?"

"I write articles, get published, do original research, and teach classes. I'm not going to personally spend my time on this. Have a student from the School of Communications handle it for me."

The wolf's eyes narrowed and his ears twisted. His head turned slightly to the side as he considered the request, debating its merits, before nodding and smiling. "I like it! We still achieve our outreach goals, but also turn it into a learning experience for students in our public relations programs," he said, putting a spin more positive than Druff would have thought possible on the idea. "That will certainly mean your time can be better spent on your research and in the classroom, in addition to whatever other extracurricular activities you like to engage in."

Druff's ear flicked and he rested his paws on the table, letting the way the wolf paused slightly at "extracurricular activities" sink in. It was a flirt. A stone-cold, bold as a blizzard flirt, aimed right at him, a male close to twenty years his senior. Druff's muzzle turned up slightly in a half-grin.

"Well, it is important not to burn myself out on my studies, and recreation of the sort I favor provides plenty of stress relief," the tiger said, his voice lowering somewhat.

The wolf's muzzle smirked right back at him and the gray-furred male's tail thwapped loudly against the bench seat.

They were again interrupted when their meals arrived, a pair of perfectly rare steaks with seasonal veggies and homemade cornbread on the side. Not the fanciest fare, considering the upscale decor, but the restaurant was old school and did what it did very well.

As they ate, they continued to chat, with Druff explaining some of his recent published papers and the president explaining how his plan to get teachers involved in outreach beyond office hours could improve the school. Fortunately, the wolf was amenable to compromises and Druff didn't agree outright to anything that would take too much of his time - or that simply seemed dull.

It wasn't until after their desert came - a rich baklava this time - that Dr. Ian's suggestive tone returned.

"I'm so glad we were able to have this conversation," he said between bites of the caramel pastry. "I think it's important for administrators and faculty to get along very well."

Druff smirked. "You make me wonder about the kinds of extracurricular activities you enjoy yourself, President Podusky," the tiger said, using the wolf's official title.

"I'm learning golf, though I'm not very good, and every time I overswing I end up flat on my back."

"Sounds like you need a lesson."

"Only if I've been naughty!"

The wolf grinned at the tiger, saucy eyes narrowing, tongue hanging out a touch as he panted. Druff's tail swished as he enjoyed the game.

"Oh? Do tell?" he said, leaning forward, resting his chin on both paws, a smirk on his broad muzzle. Under the table, he felt Dr. Ian's foot slide over his own.

"Perhaps not in polite company," the wolf said, his voice a low growl. "Though I'm sure I've tried many of the same extracurriculars as you, but in a different role."

Professor Druff's lips spread into an open grin at that and his sheath bulged in his slacks as the wolf's foot slid against the side of his leg, lifting the fabric up to tease his thick pelt.

They left the restaurant a few moments later, with Dr. Ian insisting on paying for the tab, a few bills left behind on the table to cover the tip as well. The wolf followed Druff to the tiger's home and found himself in the other male's living room within fifteen minutes of his last bite of baclava.

The professor's living room featured a large black sofa, a small LCD television, and five bookshelves full of books. A patterned white carpet and coffee table sat on the hardwood floor; a few books lay on the table, one opened to a bookmark.

The wolf turned towards Druff and pressed himself forward, arms reaching up to slide over the tiger's shoulders, feeling his mature feline body through the fabric of the sports coat. Dr. Ian's shirt stretched over his belly as he pushed himself against the tiger's midsection and felt the bigger male's bulge.

Druff lowered both paws to the wolf's rump and squeezed firmly, possessively, while lowering his muzzle towards Dr. Ian's neck. The gray wolf closed his eyes and panted as he felt Druff's muzzle press into his fur. The tiger's nostrils flared as he inhaled the wolf's scent, leaning forward so that the shorter canine had to lean back into Druff's paws.

The tiger's claws pricked at the wolf's lower back, dragging his shirt upwards. "Take off your shirt, pup," he said, his voice a low growl full of promises of pleasure.

Dr. Ian's eyes lidded over as he rested his chin on the large tiger's broad shoulder. Pressing against the feline like this, Ian could feel the strength of the muscles beneath the older tiger's fur. Druff wasn't just fit, the wolf realized, but very muscular, especially his arms. The gray wolf's bulging slacks throbbed, shifting the fabric up and down, his excitement growing ever stronger.

He leaned back, slowly pulling his paws free of the tiger's shoulders, caressing the feline's biceps through the suit coat, before reaching over his neck and tugging off his shirt, pausing for a moment to undo the buttons at the cuffs, having rolled his sleeves down before dinner. Druff's broad paw flattened against the wolf's chest fur, fingers curling in, before sliding down lower, over the panting male's belly. Druff was pleased to see the wolf was fit as well - the tiger could feel a nice six-pack under the slightly lighter gray fur on the administrator's stomach.

The wolf's breath caught in his throat and he whined, unable to stop the eager noise, as Druff's fingertips caressed his bulge, teasing through the slacks. The tiger leaned in close, lips brushing the side of Dr. Ian's muzzle.

"On your knees, pup."

Ian dropped onto the hardwood floor, both paws sliding up the front of the tiger's slacks, to either side of the growing lump pressing outwards. The gray wolf moaned, the feline's scent stronger now, and though he wanted to free his own cock from his pants, he sensed Druff had other plans. The wolf shuddered as the tiger's paw caressed the top of his head. A few fingers caught an eartip and teasingly twisted it as the tiger bumped his hips forward, pressing the bulge into the wolf's nose.

"It likes you," the professor purred. "Why don't you say hello?"

The wolf groaned, ears flicking backwards from the tiger's fingers, and quickly lifted his fingers to the older male's belt buckle. He pulled it completely free before unbuttoning Druff's slacks. The musk of arousal smacked Ian in the face, making his heart race and his eyes water. His tail tucked between his thighs as he knelt, though it wagged back and forth tightly over his rump.

He slipped his fingers over the waistband of Druff's shorts, not daring to look up at the big male as a damp spot of pre appeared in the fabric, where it stretched taut over the half-hard length underneath. Ian tugged the briefs down, pulling them with slacks so they fell around the tiger's ankles.

A broad, barbed shaft sprung outwards, thick and hard, with a nice upwards curve along the length. The wolf groaned even louder now as a wave of musk washed over him, plastering his ears to his skull. The feline radiated dominance: his scent, his posture, the way he eyeballed the wolf as though appraising him. Ian shivered as a damp spot appeared on the front of his khakis and wrapped both paws around the thick base of the feline's shaft.

Large fingers curled around the back of his head and tugged him forward as soon as his muzzle opened. Inch after inch of the tiger's hardness plunged into the wolf's surprised muzzle, burying in his throat before he could so much as react. The wolf's eyes squeezed shut as he tried to inhale through his nose, though all he got was thick, musky fur stuffed into his nostrils. The erection flexed as the tiger leaned over, both paws now on the back of the wolf's head, holding him down even when the canine wiggled and pushed back.

"Oh, he definitely likes you," Druff said, his voice a growl. He pulled his hips back and grabbed his cock at the base as Ian gasped for air, the wolf's paws still obediently set upon the tiger's thighs. The feline pulled the wolf's head back with one paw, positioning his muzzle just so, before swinging his saliva-covered shaft across the canine's muzzle.

Ian went limp for a moment, letting out a cross between a moan and a howl. The splotch of wet on the front of his khakis grew as he sagged into the tiger's legs, before Druff unceremoniously hauled him back upright for another swing, this one leaving a string of pre across the wolf's cheek. Ian panted hard, eyes half-closed, whining with every other breath.

Professor Druff's lips curled into a smirk. His relationship with this president would be much different than the last, that was clear already, but to be this submissive with hardly any effort on the tiger's part... Druff's tail slashed the air behind him as he wondered whether it was just an act or real. Was the wolf simply playing the part to please the tiger?

Well, that was easy to test.

Druff leaned down and slipped his paw under the wolf's panting chin, forcing Dr. Ian to look up at him.

"The safeword is r_______d," he said.

The wolf's eyes widened, but he nodded after a moment.

Druff leaned up, smiling, and pointed to the door to his bedroom.

"Get naked and get on the bed," he said, standing at full height, imposing himself on the groaning wolf.

Ian nodded and launched himself towards the bedroom, disappearing inside. Druff grinned as he heard the bedsprings creak, but he took his time entering. The wolf's eager pants and whines echoed out of the room as Druff removed his shirt, then folded it along with his pants and underwear. He set them on an end table before opening a closet door just down the hallway from his room.

A few moments later, the tiger retrieved his favorite toys. A leather harness with broad straps hugged his chest, wrapping around his hard belly. He held a ball gag and leather cockrings in one paw and a bottle of lube in the other. The tiger's shaft throbbed, pointing out from his hips, the barbs glistening with pre.

And that's how he finally entered the bedroom. The wolf on the bed lifted his head, eyes wide. Druff was pleased to see Ian's cock spit a little precum on his belly, just from seeing the muscular older feline.

The professor didn't waste time for the moment enjoying the view of the gray wolf's fur, easily visible despite the only light coming from the moon shining in through the window. His red shaft bobbed against his belly fur, hard and aching, but Druff focused on the canine's wrists instead. A pair of velcro straps attached to the bedposts - and hidden under the mattress when not in use - kept Ian's arms up over his head, while another pair attached to the lower legs pulled him into a spread-eagle position.

The professor growled in the darkness, blue eyes shining. He stalked towards the bound wolf, who moaned at the sight of the dominant feline approaching: hunched over, fully aroused, shoulders and arms bulging, large paws reaching out, grasping the wolf's hide, groping him, digging into his chest, fingering his pink nipples, dragging sharp claws down his thighs. The wolf wriggled, jerking against the restraints, tongue flopping and tail curling up as the tiger's fingers explored every inch of him - except for his aching shaft. His balls pulled up taut as his shaft throbbed angrily, but the tiger carefully avoided even brushing against the member, focusing instead on the wolf's neck, sides, and arms, until a glance towards the canine's belly confirmed the gray wolf's knot was out and fully plumped.

Druff smiled as he leaned back. The wolf collapsed into the mattress, still wriggling with pent-up need, panting harder than before. His cock flexed rapidly, incredibly close. The leather cockring the tiger picked up earlier came into play now. With steady fingers, he carefully fixed the strap under the wolf's knot, snapping it shut tight.

Ian wriggled again, groaning as he felt his hard cock trembling. The strap let him get close, as close as he'd ever been before, but he couldn't cum with it cinching the base of his erection, keeping his sheath down and his sensitive knot fully exposed. Druff took advantage of this and finally paid the wolf's erection some much-needed attention. His large fingers and soft pads wrapped around the wolf's tender knot, squeezing it firmly.

Ian's eyes closed tight as his whole body contracted. He clenched his teeth, wrists pulling uselessly at the velcro straps holding them to the headboard. After a few seconds, he relaxed enough to yelp, a startled noise the tiger chuckled at, especially when the canine's tongue flopped out and his head hit the pillow, dazed and aroused beyond words now.

It was no act, Druff knew. This was the wolf's true colors.

The tiger's claws teased the wolf's sac, each touch eliciting whimpers and groans. Druff watched the wolf squirm, smirking, one paw slowly sliding along his erection as he played with the male's body.

He pulled on Ian's balls, circling them with a thumb and forefinger and pulling them down. The wolf whined out loud and arched his back, making his cock swing against his belly. Druff purred and squeezed a few times before releasing, only to do it all again before the wolf's eyes even opened. Ian moaned, so close to the edge just from a touch down there that he'd have cum long ago were it not for the cock ring strapped under his angry red knot.

"Gonna say that safeword, pup?" Druff purred, once more wrapping his fingers around the wolf's taut nuts. "You'll be able to cum if you say the safeword."

Ian appeared to consider it for only a moment before shaking his head side to side in a blur, only to lean back and arch his hips outwards again, desperately wriggling, as Druff squeezed and tugged on the canine's orbs again in response.

"Good boy."

The professor's paws roamed over the wolf's body for a few minutes after that, stroking and teasing, once more working the wolf into a near frenzy of wriggling gray fur, before mounting the small male's chest. The tiger's knees went to either side of the wolf's head, pinning his arms down, and the big feline's musky sac draped over the wolf's muzzle.

"Lick."

Dr. Ian, the newly appointed president of the prestigious Taylor University, did so with eager glee, even opening his muzzle wide to suckle on one of the large white orbs or another. The tiger's masculine scent got deep into the president's fur, soaking in, marking him - though a few showers would make it hard to detect.

Once the tiger was satisfied the wolf's attention was duly paid to his heavy balls, he leaned back and lifted his hips, dropping his length over the wolf's panting muzzle. He didn't have to tell Ian what to do next: the gray wolf opened wide, eyes closing, paws clenching the bedspread beneath him, as Druff's hips slid forward. The tiger's barbs rubbed against the inside of the wolf's throat as the muscular feline leisurely shoved forward, pulled back, and pressed in again. Sometimes Druff left his whole length deep in the wolf's muzzle for up to a minute at a time, pulling back only occasionally so the canine could get a gasp of musky air or two, before sliding right back in, claiming the wolf's muzzle, working it out and seeing how good the wolf really was.

Based on the male's tongue lapping and licking at his shaft whenever it could, Druff would give the wolf a high grade. He groaned as he pumped his hips more firmly, creating more of mess of the wolf's muzzle. Saliva and pre-cum in equal measure dribbled down the corners of Ian's muzzle, soaking into the ruff of fur over his cheeks. More ran down the underside of his chin, mixed into his fur by the weight of the large tiger's white-furred nuts draping over him.

Soon it was all Ian could do to get a breath now and again as Druff's hips drove in firmly, regularly, pumping until the tiger hilted and then roughly dragging back out, leaving the thick erection coated in warm saliva and pre. Druff shuddered and pulled out, groaning as the wolf's head collapsed against the bed.

"Enough foreplay," the tiger said, reaching for the wolf's muzzle and tipping it up to look at him. "Now it's time to give you what you really want."

Ian's whole body shivered from head to toe. He licked his lips, cleaning them of spittle and pre, and moaned up at the tiger. "Yes..."

"Yes what?" the tiger growled.

The wolf shuddered again. His cock ached so badly. He'd never felt so backed up. His balls demanded release. And as he spoke the words, were it not for the cock ring, simply saying them would have set him off.

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy."

Professor Druff, satisfied, shifted down to between the wolf's spread legs. The powerful feline leaned over, cock draping over and rubbing against the wolf's shaft and knot. That only interested Druff for a few moments, though, and quickly he grasped the wolf's legs, lifting his rear end up into the air. Leaning forward, he lowered the wolf down, until his tip pressed up beneath the gray wolf's curling tail. His wet cock throbbed, but he paused for a moment to grab the lube from the end table and applied a liberal amount before trying to go any further. Ian shivered and moaned the whole time, clenching and unclenching the bedspread as he felt the thick tip grind between his rump cheeks.

The tiger's barbed shaft pushed past the tail, sinking into the wolf. Ian cried out and arched his back, clenching his whole body around the tiger's thick tip. Druff grunted, closing his eyes as well, and waited for the wolf to loosen up before trying to push any deeper. The wolf whined and moaned every moment the thick length stretched him out, every barb eliciting intense pleasure and a fair bit of pain until he got used to the thickness.

Druff worked him open slowly, taking his time, even teasing the wolf's chest and belly as he went, though he avoided the wolf's throbbing maleness for now. It wasn't until he was able to slowly stroke his length in and out with relative ease that he settled his large paw around Ian's length and gave it a firm stroke. The wolf's body tightened up nicely around Druff's cock and the tiger grunted, rutting forward to bury his shaft deep and hold it there, until the wolf finally relaxed. Only then did Druff release his grip on the throbbing cock smacking into his belly fur.

"You've been very well behaved," the tiger purred. "I'm going to reward you for that."

The tiger's thrusts increased in pace, though they were long and languorous, exploring the wolf's tight rump. Druff took his time pumping into the squirming gray-furred male, enjoying how he could elicit yips and yelps and moans of pleasure when he shifted his thickness left or right, grinding his barbed tip deep.

"This one's for you," the tiger said, grinning as he reached for the wolf's shaft and tugged the cock ring open.

Ian's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his whole body clenched hard around the tiger's erection. Druff didn't stop pumping his hips, though, and hammered his shaft against the wolf's prostate. Ian came immediately, without having to be touched. One thick jet of cum after another blasted out of his red tip, causing the whole shaft to rear back and jerk with each of the muscular tiger's penetrating thrusts. Ian's ears went back, flat, and his voice seized in his throat, stopping him from even whining, as the tiger took him hard, deep, pushing his pent-up energy into an incredibly intense orgasm.

For several minutes, the tiger's thrusts made the wolf's cock throb, spit a bit more cum, though eventually, the wolf relaxed, unclenching somewhat around the thick maleness still grinding in and out with regular efficiency. Ian's cock felt relief for the first time in hours and draped over his belly, half-hard, knot swollen and aching in a pleasant way.

He smiled and shuddered, confident the tiger had finished up as well, but when he opened his eyes, the professor was still thrusting, still grinning down at him.

"And this one is for me."

One of Druff's paws reached out, spreading across the wolf's narrower chest. Claws pricked the male's skin as he clutched at him possessively. Druff's other paw wrapped back around the wolf's sensitive maleness and stroked it firmly, jerking the wolf off in time with his thrusts.

Realizing what the tiger intended, Ian's eyes widened. The wolf's sated pants grew more intense, his heart rate accelerating, as the tiger's thrusts hammered harder, faster, more intense. His body shook with the weight of the feline's hips grinding against his upturned backside, forcing his head back against the headboard. The tiger's left arm lifted and pressed out straight to the wall above the headboard, but his right paw remained on the wolf's half-hard cock, forcing the tired wolf's body to respond. Soon, Ian moaned and squirmed as much as before as the tiger's insistent thrusting overcame the post-sex calm and drove him straight into another horny, moaning ball of fur.

Druff groaned and clenched his backside as he buried himself in the wolf's rump. The canine was mewling like a kitten, Druff thought, and he licked his lips as he felt his orgasm approach. The wolf had certainly earned it. He pounded forward, down, pumping his cock in to the hilt every time, using those barbs to drive the canine wild. Ian moaned and begged, desperate for the tiger to fill him. Druff's ears swiveled around, listening happily. He liked it when a sub knew how to behave.

The tiger's growls echoed in the dark bedroom now as he thrust harder, though less often. His shaft ached, fully erect, pumping the entire thing in and dragging it completely out again, once, twice, three times... finally, the fourth. Druff roared and leaned down, burying his muzzle into the crook of the wolf's neck, nipping and biting at the smaller male's neck and shoulders. His cock flexed and came, shooting thick loads of tiger seed deep into Ian's guts. The wolf's head swam. How could he have thought Druff was done earlier? This was incredible - the warmth, the heat, the musk, combining to totally subdue any instinct other than obedience in the gray wolf. His cock jerked, lurching in the tiger's smooth pads, shooting a second, smaller load as the sheer force of Druff's orgasm forced it out of him.

Ian whimpered, gasping and moaning as he felt warm seed drizzling out of his rump and running down his backside. His cock throbbed between their bellies as the tiger's paw lifted and settled instead on the wolf's shoulder.

Druff purred and nuzzled the wolf's neck, occasionally wriggling his hips, which caused Ian, otherwise still, to jerk and moan appreciatively.

The tingling in his rump and the warm heat of the tiger's muscular figure sapped what little energy the wolf had left. Within minutes, his head turned the side, out cold and dreaming of black and orange. Ian barely stirred as the tiger pulled his hips back, freeing his thickness from inside the wolf's clenching rear.

Druff undid the straps around the wolf's wrists and ankles before curling up around behind the younger male, pressing his still half-hard shaft into the small of his back. The wolf moaned in his sleep and Druff smiled as he draped a heavy arm over the wolf's hips.

He had a feeling the upcoming tenure review would be a breeze.