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Daddy Raises the Bar - The Lockup

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This is a commission for Linkin Monroe featuring his new fursona Lance, an unsurprisingly unruly Dobie who might be in need of a big daddy figure to show him the ropes (maybe even literally?) and to be a bigger man himself? I'm sure Druff fits the bill..and the harness...and shows everyone a good time! I shall look forward to hearing your feedback, and do remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

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"Right on time, Mister O'Rourke."

Druff saw the Doberman's ears perk up at the sound of the tiger's rumbling voice. The slinky male had been sitting on one of the plastic chairs in the hallway, staring ahead to the opposite wall in carefully constructed boredom. The appearance of the large striped man in a waistcoat and corduroys at the door brought a big smile over his long canine muzzle.

"Heya Prof!" the dog's tongue lolled between his lips.

"Step in, Mister O'Rourke," the tiger commanded.

The Doberman picked up his bag from the floor before he wagged his way over to the door. The tiger retreated into his cave and allowed the dog to enter. His office was packed with books and papers in high stacks that looked like they were threatening to cause an all-ending avalanche composed from years of academic research.

"Sit down," said the tiger.

Druff settled onto his high-backed office chair and presided on his room from its leather-upholstered comfort. His guest sat lazily on the free chair in front of the desk. The tiger clicked his tongue at the sight of his terrible posture and aloof expression while he gazed about the room.

"I got that email," the Dobie said, "wasn't sure what you wanted to talk about."

Druff folded his large paws together and let them rest on his desk in the classic contemplative posture.

"That is because I did not mention it on the message, Mister O'Rourke," Druff's reply was solemn.

The tall ears perked, and the dog's face grew briefly very quizzical before he calmed down again.

"Oh, right."

"What do you think we might need to discuss, Mister O'Rourke?" Druff questioned.

The Dobie's shoulders reached for the ugly grey ceiling. He appeared oblivious to the purpose of this visit to the Professor's office.

"I dunno," he said.

The tiger swiveled in his chair and tapped the button to activate a computer screen that sat on a side desk to his right. The Doberman couldn't see what was on the screen due to the viewing angle, but the tiger's own ears flicked towards it before his own eyes turned upon the Dobie once again.

"I have been looking at your personal study plan and your record, Mister O'Rourke...Lance..."

The Doberman's ears perked more at the mention of his given name. His nub of a tail likely wagged as well, although it was currently hidden from the tiger's view.

"You do not have a very busy curriculum," Druff commented.

Lance shrugged after a moment.

"Well I keep busy, heh heh," the Dobie lolled his tongue out of his muzzle.

"Hmmm."

The tiger did not sound impressed. He turned on his chair and faced the Doberman properly, now. One of his paws landed onto a stack of manila folders sitting on one side of his desk.

"I have been grading your mid-term essays," Druff announced, "those for 104, of course, the course you are taking...'Introduction to Western Civilization'..."

Lance's long ears flicked back and forth.

"I guess that's the name...did I write that wrong or something?" he grinned.

His smile didn't even waver under the tiger's scowl. The grizzled feline made a point of shuffling through the towering pile of essays before he pulled one out and placed it onto the desk.

"Old-fashioned, I know," he said. "But I like having them in good order, and these help with keeping everything in place."

The tiger's thumb tapped on the name ",O'Rourke, Lance" written on the cover of the folder in a scrawly writing that was the tiger's own. He flipped it over to reveal printed sheets of paper inside. The text was heavily marked in red pen that Lance too could see when he leaned over to take a peek. A glance from Druff made him return to a properly seated position and just look aloof again.

"Is that my essay?" Lance asked.

Druff raised an eyebrow.

"You call it an essay?" the tiger said.

The Doberman's smirk didn't waver.

"Well it's the one I returned, unless you've put a wrong one in there!" the Dobie suggested.

Druff folded his paws together on the desktop.

"I sincerely doubt such a mistake has happened, Mister O'Rourke," Druff said. "All things considered."

Lance's long muzzle dipped downwards.

"You speak like something's wrong with it," he said.

Druff shook his head.

"I am not certain whether you are incredibly confident, remarkably oblivious or simply in a great deal of denial about this entire thing," the Professor mused.

Lance appeared quizzical.

"I returned it!" he said.

Druff huffed loudly. It made some leafy sheets of paper rustle nearby and almost fly away across the room.

"You returned something!" the level of his voice rose. "To call this an essay is almost...blasphemy!"

Lance's ears drooped.

"Whut?"

Druff began to flip the printed pages about. Lance could very well see the abundance of red pen markings scrawled all over them.

"Missing headers, missing references to original sources, wrong date, claiming that Abelard was British - "

"It said that!" Lance yelped.

Druff grunted.

"What said that exactly?" he leaned aggressively over the table, all huffs and puffs and flattened ears. "Wikipedia?"

Now Lance looked taken aback.

"I didn't copy it or anything," he said, "and I did mention the bit about him having his balls cut off by an angry mob..."

Druff winced sympathetically, however displeased he was with the Doberman's work in other ways.

"I do not believe that it contributes in any way to the analysis of Abelard's scholastic philosophy, Mister O'Rourke!" the tiger grumbled. "Neither does the section on Augustine of Hippos which you did paraphrase from Wikipedia..."

"You didn't say we couldn't!"

Druff shook his head.

"It is the rule number one of academic research and writing!" the tiger despaired." NO Wikipedia!"

The Dobie shrugged.

"Well I was in a bit of a hurry..." he said.

Druff clicked his tongue.

"In too much hurry to even understand what you were reading on Wikipedia?" he said. "Like the bit about Britain?"

Lance didn't seem too affected.

"They were different countries back then, weren't they?" he stated. "You told us so yourself, Doc. That there was this feudalistic system of overlords and kings and landholdings and peasants..."

Druff snorted.

"Why can't you remember important things like that when it comes to topics you need to write essays on?" the tiger sounded accusing.

"I dunno," Lance said.

Druff smacked his lips.

"Right."

"Well, I mean it!" Lance yelped. "Why do I need to remember where some Abe-dude came from?"

"Maybe to prevent yourself from making a complete ass of yourself?" Druff proposed.

"Ummm..."

Druff thrummed his tabletop and looked cross.

"You could do much better," he said. "A great deal better, if you just put any effort into it."

"I did return the essay..."

" - with at least one third copied from Wikipedia and the rest riddled with mistakes and even worse than that, sloppiness!" Druff judged.

Lance did not look upset.

"I guess I didn't do enough to your liking, then, Prof," he said.

Druff shook his head.

"No," the tiger said. "And I think you could do better. And I do think I know why it is so difficult for you to produce something that would really show your skills."

"Mm...easier essay topics?" Lance suggested.

Druff looked like he had an acute wish to place all five digits of one paw against his temporal bone. His fingers remained on the table, though, sprawled over the open folder that contained Lance's dismal piece of writing.

"Bah!" the tiger growled.

Lance's ears flicked back and forth. He could tell the tiger was not happy.

"Well it's just a thought..."

"Let me tell you what I am thinking, Mister O'Rourke," Druff said.

"Yeah?" Lance asked.

Druff opened a drawer on his desk and produced another folder. He put in on top of the one he had already verbally dismissed and turned it about to face Lance.

"I think the main problem is that you do not think with your brain, but with your dick, O'Rourke," said Druff, matter-of-fact.

Lance's ears swiveled almost comically, their pink insides showing for the tiger who remained sitting and stoic. Nothing in his expression betrayed what he had just said, bluntly, in the Doberman's face. Lance certainly was not smiling anymore. The Doberman wasn't moving, not smirking nor wagging his nub. Druff's eyes bore on him too, although the dog was too shell shocked to avert his own gaze for the moment. He didn't say anything.

Perhaps he was letting it all sink in.

"Do I really need to present this evidence?" Druff said.

"E-evidence?" Lance frowned in confusion.

Druff tapped the file on his desk before he opened it unceremoniously.

"Dick," the tiger announced, with another pointed paw.

Lance's eyes grew massive. The tiger's finger hover over a picture of someone's groin. It was framed by a jockstrap that had been pulled down so that a pair of hefty balls, a knot and a large canine cock could peek out. It stood upright, a fleshy spire that glistened with what could've been saliva, pre-cum, lubricant, or some other bodily fluid.

"Dick!"

The tiger pushed the first picture aside and revealed another one. This showed another canine cock - possible the one also seen in the first snap - although this time gripped in a paw so that the tip was pointing directly at the camera. The positioning meant that the piss slit was pulled open and promised a large spray of cum to erupt at any moment and wash the camera white.

"Ass," the tiger said.

It was a canine posterior...one with a short nub-like tail, with a pair of paws spreading the butt cheeks wide to show a fuzzy taint of coffee-colored fur and a puckered pink hole in the valley of the muscled rump.

"Jock body."

The printed paper rustled with Druff moving it aside to show another snap. This one had been taken via a mirror, to show a toned body, ripped apps, bulging pecs and biceps all showed off for the camera in an angle that cut off the person's torso from the neck to conceal his identity. A keen eye could have perhaps discerned the very erect, large cock in the picture to be the same that had featured in the previous prints as well.

"Cock slut."

The coloring of the thighs was a discerning mark, for sure, showing the limbs from the mirror pose but this time viewed from above. A red and russet head and muzzle undoubtedly belonging to a fox was in view, or at least the top of one, since the muzzle appeared to be very busy gobbling up a large canine dick. One of the dog's paws had even slipped down by the fox's head to do a thumbs-up. The other paw was most likely busy holding whatever the photo had been taken with. The look of submissive pleasure on the fox's face, with his eyes closed for the challenge of sucking the thick cock, translated even through the slightly grainy enlarged photo on the paper on the tiger's desk.

"Cock. Dick. Balls. A pissing dick...how dirty."

He shuffled the pictures more rapidly now.

"Asshole. Taint. Footpaws. Wet T-shirt and a biking shorts bulge."

Lance was practically panting.

"One cheeky motherfucker of a Doberman."

The last photo was undoubtedly Lance, posing in front of the same mirror as some of the previous prints that now littered Druff's desk. The phone was held in one paw, and the smirking Dobie looked at the camera with his tongue lolling out, thinking that he looked like hot shit. The ripped body and the big doggie certainly suggested such a thing. His body was sex on legs, and the photographed Dobie's facial expression spoke as much. Those eyes said: "Want it? Come and get it and maybe you'll get a taste!"

Druff recognized a chronic cock tease when he saw one. The most appealing sight of them all was the Doberman himself now sitting awkwardly on the guest chair. Lance's eyes fluttered between the pornographic images on the desk and the tiger, the large, quiet striped shape of his Professor who for some strange reason had laid down a dozen prints from Lance's very much private online dating profile.

Maybe 'date' was a strong word to use, but...

"I think the evidence is quite clear and speaks for itself," Druff said. "You simply don't have time to do any proper work because you spend most of the time showing yourself off and looking for something to bone."

"W-what..." Lance muttered.

Druff folded his paws behind his neck and kicked the floor to rotate the chair leisurely from side to side.

"It was not difficult to find you on Knot'd, if you are questioning on how I managed to acquire these images," Druff's eyes fluttered briefly at the picture of Lance's swollen cock at full mast, "with a few choice search parameters, it was not hard to narrow down all the Dobermans on the local hookup sites of...a certain disposition."

"W-why?"

"Why not?" chuckled the cat.

Lance's ears flicked back.

"A-are you blackmailing me or something?" the dog mumbled. "T-that has to be a hate crime - "

The tiger snorted. His claws made little scratchmarks on the picture of a fox giving head to the once cocky Doberman now cowering in front of the cross tiger.

"Blackmailing you for being a gay doggie and consequently engaging in a very active social life?" the tiger stated. "Pfffft!"

The tiger hissed like only a cat could. It didn't perk Lance's ears any higher than they were, almost flat on his skull. The tiger's own were partially flicked backwards, although his face was quite steady, his teeth not bared. His body talk was as measured as his voice, even with the amount of derision that he used carefully to his benefit.

"No, Mister O'Rourke," said the Druff, "I have a wholly different problem when it comes to you..."

The tiger stood up, and this made the Doberman press himself closer to the back of the chair, as if cornered by the sudden change in the circumstances. He was quick to round the desk and move so that he was standing to the Dobie's side. He was effective controlling the doorway that way as well, since he could leap in front of it at any moment and stop the dog from escaping, should he try to make a run for it. Lance's quick glance towards the door was a sure sign that he had had the same thought as the tiger who now hovered above him. Lance barely dared to look at this towering figure who regarded him with a heavy gaze.

"...I take issue with the fact that you are squandering away talent and time..." the tiger said. "The essay you submitted...by reading the things you quoted properly, and arranging them in an orderly fashion, not to mention to stick to the submission guidelines, you could've had a proper assignment right there. Instead of that you turned out with...excrement."

"Why are you dissing my stuff?" Lance muttered. "I did try you know!"

"Bah!" the tiger grunted. It made the Doberman's ears bounce with alarm. "I bet you wrote it one-pawed while the other was either playing with your dick or typing out yet another hook up message on your phone!"

"Um - "

"No explanations!" said the Professor. "The problem has been identified, and a solution...must be sought."

Lance gawked.

"W-what problem?"

"Just look down at your crotch!" Druff announced.

The Dobie's eyes darted to the front of his pants, even if he suspected that the tiger would heckle him for it.

"That's right," Druff boomed, "your insistence of dipping that stick into any willing orifice means that you're not doing anything with your very expensive education!"

"Uhm...guess I could try to do a bit more?" Lance proposed.

Druff shook his head firmly.

"I don't think you get it, Mister O'Rourke," the tiger said. "The decision's already been made for you, and I'm afraid the consequences will be very...dire..."

Lance did look concerned.

"Like...tell the Dean or something, that I'm not working enough to your liking?"

Druff clicked his tongue.

"Oh we're not getting the Dean involved in this..."

His heavy paw landed on the Dobie's shoulder. Lance jumped a little at the sudden contact, but the big fingers squeezed down on him and made him yelp.

"Ow!"

"We're just going to make sure that you'll be concentrating on just the right things, boy."

The dog's eyes grew huge. He was too surprised to offer any real resistance when he was hauled up to his feet and his head was then promptly pulled down. The ruffing dog almost toppled over but was stopped by his forehead colliding with the tiger's chest.

"Down, Dobie boy!" the tiger harrumphed.

His heavy paw pushed Lance's muzzle down onto the tiger's own groin. He might've been wearing a remarkably unsexy pair of corduroys, but the musk that emanated from his own considerable manly package was about as strong as it came. Lance's shocked gasp of air meant that he also inhaled the tiger's own scent straight from the source...and it stopped him. The strong paw on his neck had something to do with it as well, as did the rumble that rose from the tiger's chest, deep and full of timbre.

"I bet you've done this a lot of times to the guys you use as your cock sleeve..." Druff growled, "let them take a good sniff of ya...well now you're gonna smell what a real man is like, pup!"

Lance's near-panicking huffs meant that he drew more and more of good weapons grade musk from the tiger's pent up groin. The deep masculine scent did fire up some part of his canine brain that laid mostly dormant, considering how cocky and dominant the dog appeared to be most of the time based on his online exhibitionism. Right now he barely struggled when Druff made sure that he was being made to breathe in the tiger's cock.

"If the cock is the problem...the cock shall be the cure..."

The Doberman whimpered, his ears folded flat under the big paw that was sprawled over the top of his head. His lips and nose were pressed against the hard length of a tiger shaft that he could feel even through the thick cloth. Its warmth and scent emanated potently and entered Lance's nose and his taste buds, effectively overwhelming them.

The dog was not sure how long he was kept there, but eventually there was light again, when the tiger's fingers yanked him by his neck scruff and made him look up at the bespectacled, grizzled male. His padded fingers kept onto the dog's neck, to ensure that he would stay in place and listen.

"This is how it's going to work, pup," the Professor said, "you are going to listen to me and you are going to do what I tell you until I say otherwise."

"B-but..."

Druff growled.

"That is 'sir' to you, without exceptions!" the tiger practically barked.

"Uhm - s-sir?" Lance mumbled.

"That is a start," Druff said. "Now get up. And don't move."

He allowed the Doberman to stand up from his earlier bent position. The dog's ears were flat and he looked at the tiger only sideways. He didn't look like he knew what to think about anything that was suddenly taking place in the rather conventional office.

"Stand with your back against the desk and put your paws against it, behind you," Druff ordered.

"W-why?"

"Do it, boy."

Lance backed to the desk and put his paws onto the top. He had to lean back a little, considering how low the desk was in comparison to his own height. It felt strange, as odd as everything else that had went on so far.

"Stay."

Lance's head swam. The tiger rounded his desk and retrieved something from a drawer before he returned.

"Don't move," the tiger said, standing in front of Lance.

The college jock didn't move, nor did he make any complaints or gave resistance when the tiger put his paws on him. He tugged the Doberman's shirt up and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Lance almost whimpered when knuckles brushed against his swollen bulge.

This did not go unnoticed.

"Hmmh...should've known..." Druff commented.

Lance gave him a quizzical look but did not dare to speak. The tiger's large fingers were surprisingly nimble as he figured out how to get the Doberman rid of his clothing.

"W-what are you doing sir?"

Druff tugged the Dobie's jeans down to a degree. He was wearing a pair of blue underwear beneath his jeans, the expensive type made of bamboo fibre, the tiger could tell by the feel of stretched fabric alone.

"Showing you how we are going to solve this problem of ours," Druff said.

He pulled the underwear and caused the Doberman's swollen sheath and balls to pop out of Lance's apparel. The blunt, pink tip of his by now infamous dick was visible from the fold of skin that usually protected his manly equipment from view. His balls were large and quite snugly followed out of his underwear. They must've drawn close to his body from the arousal that had grown from breathing in the tiger's scent. He let out a little ruff at the feel of the fingers manipulating his junk. Sexual touch was jus that, even while under such unusual circumstances.

"Rrrrrhh..."

"The root of all of your problems, pup..." Druff tugged on Lance's balls, "and I know just the thing...stay still."

The Dobie had no idea what might follow. When Druff put his paw into his pocket and took something out from it, he had no idea what would come. He had something in his paw, apparently metal judging by its shiny texture, although it was hard to tell.

"Don't move."

"Uhhh..."

The tiger used his both paws to bring the mystery object down and close to Lance's groin. The Doberman's paws gripped onto the desk when he watched in confusion and trepidation. He felt the shockingly cold metal on himself, as well as the tiger's fingers as well, manipulating, moving, doing things that his paws now obscured.

"What - "

"Just hold on..."

The tiger's fingers pulled the skin of his ball sack tight and this was followed by the firm grip of solid steel on that same spot. Next up the same odd feeling spread to his entire shaft, a kind of a squeeze that persisted even when he could feel the tiger's fingers move. A loud snap made his ears jump, like...like a lock being snapped shut.

Lance let out a whimper.

"There, I think that'll do," Druff observed.

The tiger stepped backwards and then admired his work. Lance looked down onto his groin and yelped in shock.

"WHAT!"

He didn't have to be told just what had happened. His sheath was covered in a curved, shiny stainless steel shell. It covered his entire sheath and meant he couldn't see himself, although he more than certainly felt his length press onto the entirely smooth walls of the mystery device. The top was round and had a little hole on the middle for the obvious purpose of allowing him to pee while wearing the device. The base of the device was secured around his balls with a metal ring that locked into the main body of the contraption and meant that there was no way of removing it by simply pulling it upwards and away from him.

"WHAT THE - "

Druff put his paw over the Dobie's muzzle and clamped Lance's maw shut. Hot breath huffed down his shirt sleeve and made him grunt.

"Hush..."

He plucked the chastity cage with the fingers of his free paw and made musical sounds appear from both the doggie's maw and the steel hull of the device. The feeling of having his cock inside it was strange, and worrying. It was like sticking his cock somewhere really tight, something that was clamping on him, although this space, for the moment, was very cold. It was also completely unyielding. Any orifice or a toy would give, be pliable, but this...this cage was solid steel. Even the strongest erection would not be able to stretch it open, and despite the shock of the cold and the knowledge that his cock was trapped somewhere, it was also trying to do its best to grow hard inside this new metal prison.

Lance's ears drooped down, and his jaws stopped moving in an attempt to speak. Druff eventually pulled his paw away.

"Eww," the tiger exclaimed, "slobbery dog."

He rubbed his palm onto the Dobie's chest and then folded his paws over his chest. He was smirking alright, looking at the dog's utter confusion at the new state of affairs.

"I am sure you will get used to it very soon," Druff said, "most men do...eventually..."

The words sounded ominuous to the Dobie, who couldn't understand why his cock would still be trying to get hard despite the situation.

"W-why do you do this?"

"Who is doing this?" Druff corrected the dog.

Lance's ears drooped even further.

"Why are you doing this, sir?" the Dobie relented.

"I already told you," Druff shook his head, "your dick is the problem, now I've taken care of that."

"With this...THING?!" Lance yelped.

The tiger nodded solemnly.

"With your cock hidden from sight and you unable to stick it anywhere, you won't have to spend all that time chasing tail considering your dick is now nothing more than ornament," Druff said. "Why would you spend your time on the hook up apps and sites when you won't be using it for anything but its intended purpose?"

"B-but I can't use it in any way!" Lance complained. "How am I gonna even take a piss with it?"

"I am positive that you can figure out a way of doing it without making too big of a mess," Druff said. "Although for a dirty pup like you, even that is likely not a problem."

"W-why are you even doing this?" Lance huffed in confusion.

"I already explained myself to you," Druff said. "Your potential needs to be realized, and I am helping you. This is the only way to stop you from getting thrown out of this college."

Lance snapped his teeth together.

"Well I didn't ask to be HELPED!" the dog growled. "I didn't ask you to do anything like this, I - "

Druff raised a warning finger.

"True wisdom is to accept help even when you are too stupid to ask for it yourself," Druff grunted. "I have discovered over the year that even the most stubborn of men will eventually listen once they've been caught by their balls."

"B-but - "

"No ifs or buts," the tiger snorted. "We will see just how long it will take. And believe me...it will take long enough."

Lance growled.

"This is fucked up!"

"You may ask me to take it off but that will result in you flunking this class immediately due to your inability to do any work for it," Druff stated matter-of-fact.

The dog's ears froze.

"You're blackmailing me?" he hissed.

"Yes," Druff said.

Lance let out a bark.

"This is crazy!" Lance yelled.

Druff's teeth were bared by his smirk.

"You've no idea how crazy it will get for you, pup," the tiger threatened. "You haven't felt anything yet."

Lance growled. He began to stuff himself into his pants.

"This ain't right!" the Doberman growled.

Druff nodded.

"So you say," he mused. "But you haven't felt anything yet, pup. Trust me."

"I - I'm gonna get you for this!" Lance threatened the tiger. He wasn't sure how he was going to do that, but he intended to make sure that the Professor was going to pay for his sick sex game.

"I'm sure you will, Mister O'Rourke," Druff sounded unfazed by the threat.

Lance grabbed his things and stormed out of the office. He even banged the door shut when he disappeared into the hallway. The tiger let out a sigh upon hearing this, once his ears bounced back to their usually perky position above his head.

"Pups," he snuffled. "Always getting into trouble...indeed..."

The tiger decided to clean up the dirty sex photos from his desk. He was having another appointment with a student in ten minutes, and that one would not probably be quite as interesting as his meeting with one Lance O'Rourke.

"Keh..." the tiger snickered to himself.

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