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Chapter 1

I was starting my Junior year at Love Academy, a prep school for the academically advanced, when I met Mr. Charles Benjamin. He was both my English and History professor during the last two class periods of the day, and he was easily the most beautiful stallion I'd ever met. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He had deep, pitch black hair covering his frame, with a black mane that curled down the back of his head and neck. He spoke softly, and kindly, to all his students, but his tone also carried an immeasurable weight of authority with it. He'd worked at the school since he was 27, and he was one of the longest tenured teachers 20 years later.

I was only 15 when I first met him, and 16 when i began taking his class. I was a fairly small, skinny, scrawny rabbit, but I did my best to look presentable. I always made sure my shoes were polished, my uniform was neat, that my fur and body were groomed nicely, and that I showered each day before class. However, I was nothing compared to Mr. Benjamin.

He wore a tailored, pressed suit every day to class, accenting his body nicely and magnifying his air of authority. He carried a briefcase and kept all his paperwork neatly inside. I'd seen him open it a few times when I asked him about one of my assignments, and I was amazed that he kept things so organized. My favorite thing about him, however, and the thing that initially caught my attention wasn't any of those things however. Regardless of what suit he wore, he always accented it with a pair of tall, polished leather boots that stopped just below his knees. The instant I saw them, I was entranced, mesmerized by how sexy he looked in them. I remember asking to be excused one class just to run to the bathroom and relieve myself because it was too much. A few times, I was able to sneak photos of him while in class to jerk off to later, but I knew it would never be as good as the real thing.

About a quarter of the way into my Junior year though, and a month before my 17th birthday, everything changed.

It was a Thursday, and our essays were being handed back. It was the end of the day, and I was nervous. I'd studied and researched for an entire week for the paper, as it was part of our midterm project that was worth half of our grade. I didn't attest to being the best student; I often slacked off in Math and Gym, but if there was one class I was determined to do well in, it was Mr. Benjamin's. However, when my paper was returned to me, I could only look at in shock. There at the top, in Mr. Benjamin's beautiful cursive writing read, "Prompt completely misunderstood, see me after class. C-".

I couldn't believe it. I wanted to cry, I wanted to shiver up in embarrassment. This was awful, a C minus on my midterm report? There was hardly anyway I could save my grade now, even with an A on the final project. I slumped down in my chair and watched the clock tick on the wall behind his desk, waiting for class to end.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang and class was dismissed. It was 3 o'clock, and most people would be heading back to their dorm buildings to study before the football game tonight. I, however, had no such thoughts on my mind. I walked up to Mr. Benjamin, who acknowledged me and waited for all the other students to leave. When they did, he stood up and closed the door. It was rather dark in his classroom, as the blinds weren't open. He prefered it this way; he said it helped students focus when the lighting wasn't so overbearing.

"Mr. Dante Augustine, how may I help you?" He spoke, his voice as smooth as silk. I felt shivers run through my fur and I pulled my vest down, attempting to look nice. He stared at me from his desk, arms folded, his biceps defined nicely under the fabric. I gulped.

"Uh, you asked to see me, sir. On my paper here." I handed him the packet of stabled writing, and he looked it over briefly before nodding.

"Yes, I remember. I was quite surprised, honestly. You've gotten fantastic grades on all of your previous papers, so I expected much of the same on this one." He recalled, handing it back to me. I slipped it inside my messenger bag before continuing.

"Yeah, I was pretty surprised too, sir, I studied for weeks leading up to it. Although, it was our first in class essay, I don't do very well when I'm on a time limit-"

"Maybe you were too busy staring at my boots, hm?"

I stood there in silence, my mouth agape. How did he know about my fascination with them? I couldn't have been that blatantly obvious, could I? Oh god, this was the worst. I'd probably get written up or be forced to change classes or-

"Don't be scared, little rabbit, I'm only teasing. I've known for a while, and if I'm being truthful, your paper was A quality, as usual. I only wrote that down on your copy to get you to talk to me for once, since you usually are too petrified to even raise your hand in class." Mr. Benjamin spoke, standing up in the process and moving around his desk so he was directly in front of me. Up close, I could see just how tall and wide he really was, as he towered over me. My face was barely level with his shoulderblades.

"I-I, Sir, please, I don't know what to say." I stammered, taking a step backwards.

"Enough with the sir, Dante. Call me Charles. And you don't need to be worried, I don't mind. If you want to stare at my boots, or even take photos like I know you have, you're more than welcome to. They're nice boots, after all, made in Italy, where I presume you're family is from, no?"

I gulped again, and felt a thin layer of sweat form on my brow. How could he possibly know about the photos? I thought I'd been so careful.

"Ah, y-yes sir, they are nice boots, um. I like them a lot." I tried, hoping that would satisfy his apparent desire to embarrass me. I should have known better, however.

"I'm sure you do, Dante. But you and I both know that you want to do much more than just look at them. And why shouldn't you, after all, I'm a handsome, single stallion with a strong build and handsome face. Students swoon over me all the time, but they're rarely as cute as you."

I could feel my cock growing hard just listening to him speak! His voice cut through me and resonated to my core, and I nodded shamelessly, removing my messenger bag from my shoulder and setting it aside.

"I-I can't deny it, I would like that." I agreed, my breaths shaky.

"I know you would, so please, be my guest." He placed one leg out for me to see. Up close, the leather glistened, showing the pristine care he'd given them. I could see my reflection in the polish, all reddened and flustered. I pulled at my collar to loosen it before falling to my knees and kissing the toe of his boot. It tasted slightly funny, but I didn't care. I kissed up the face before moving to licks, working my tongue around the edges and sides of the boot. My cock was rock hard in my pants, but I didn't dare attend to that before him. I carefully took his boot in my paws and licked along the bottom of it, and I heard him hum in approval above me.

When I was finished, I did the other one before standing. He offered me a hand up, and I felt just how calloused and rough his fingers were. I imagined what they'd feel like, stretching me open, plugging up my muzzle, working my whole body. My mind was hazy.

"Just as I'd thought, you're a natural born slut. Tell me, how many stallion have you been with? Do you usually go for older ones? Or am I perhaps...your first?" He teased me, placing a hand on my shoulders and another on my side, feeling me up. I couldn't believe this was all happening, my wildest dreams were coming true right before my eyes.

"You're...my first, sir, er, Benjamin. Although I've been watching porn and reading about sex with stallions for years." I admitted, blushing. He placed his hand under my chin and tilted my gaze upward to meet his. Staring into his eyes, there was no denying he was easily the most beautiful creature I'd ever met.

"Is that so? Well, I think you're going to end up putting them to good use. I usually don't go for people as young as you, Dante, but you're just too damn tempting. Rabbits always were a weakness of mine, especially cute little white ones like yourself."

Before I could comprehend his words, he pressed our muzzles together, and I was taken aback by how well we fit together. His tongue and mine collided, deepening our kiss. I moaned into it, loving every second. I felt his hands reach down and cup my pert ass, kneading it gently. When we pulled away, a band of saliva connected us.

"P-Please fuck me..." I whimpered, unconcerned with hiding my arousal now. He chuckled and cupped my crotch for the first time, giving my cock some much needed attention.

"I will, little one, but not here. Come with me to my home, it's a site off campus. With everyone preoccupied at the football game, no one will notice your absence."

I nodded and grabbed my things, straightened my collar once more, and headed out into the hall with him. We put on our best impressions of just a teacher and student having a friendly conversation, but once we made it to the parking lot, we stopped. He made sure no one had followed us before getting into his car, and I followed. He drove a very nice sports that looked and smelt brand knew, although I wouldn't have expected anything different.

The drive to his house was quiet, but not unentertaining. I reached over and cupped him through his dress pants, and he made a startled noise before chuckling.

"I'll get you back for that, you little minx." He promised, cupping my chin like he had in the classroom. I grinned at him and shrugged.

"I can only hope that you would, professor."

As we pulled up to his house, my jaw dropped again. He lived in a large mansion fit with a gate and fence around the outskirts. It was near the forrest and very secluded; I'd never seen anything like it. We pulled up and hurried inside, and he lead me to his bedroom upstairs.

"Now," He said, leaning back on his king size bed, "Where were we?"