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Chapter 4

The following day, I returned to school, with things supposedly back to normal. I'd jerked off to the smell of Mr. Benjamin's briefs the night before, and I blushed furiously when he sent me a text asking about them. Fantasizing about him all day prevented me from focusing in class, which I knew would come back to haunt me, but I couldn't help it. The thought of being pinned between the two studs, being forced to suck their cocks and worship their bodies was too much.

Professor Benjamin texted me towards the end of the day informing me that we'd be meeting on Friday in his classroom when school was finished, and that Mr. Ricken would be there as well. He also mentioned that there would be a surprise waiting for me then, and that I should jerk off as much as I could during the week. I wasn't sure why that was important, but I also didn't need an invitation. My hormones were on overdrive since our first encounter, and despite how often I relieved myself, I never felt satisfied.

During my third period, a voice came over the PA box above the blackboard, and a women's voice asked if my teacher was there. He asked what she needed, and the voice requested that I be sent to the office. My heart stopped for a second, my ears twitched in anticipation. A sense of dread filled my mind; what if they'd found out about the photos? Or the texts? Was I in trouble? Were we seen by someone? Did Niles say something about me sleeping in the library? A million different thoughts filled my mind as I walked down the hallway to the front office. Inside, a lady motioned me towards Principle Voren's office. I gulped, but nodded. When I knocked on the door, a gruff voice beckoned me inside.

Principle Voren was a bulky, widely built rhino with grey skin and black hair. He looked to be in his mid forties, just like Professor Benjamin and Coach Ricken, and while he wasn't as handsome as those two, I still found him to be rather attractive. He wore a white dress shirt with the top button undone, and a simple pair of black dress slacks and shoes. He was slightly overweight, but not by much, and his arms and thighs were thicker than Mr. Ricken's. There was probably a time when he was as muscular as a football lineman, but age had caught up with him. Regardless, I was terrified to be in his presence, as I could only assume that I was there for punishment regarding Mr. Benjamin.

"Have a seat, Mr. Augustine." His tone was deep, and his voice low. I nodded and sat across, twiddling my paws, my feet crossed. I looked nervous, like prey being hunted, and I swore I could see a smile on the corner of his lips.

"Now Mr. Augustine, in my records here," He began, motioning to his computer, "I can see that you're remarkably well behaved for a rabbit. You've never missed a class, or been late, or gotten anything below an A-. Your professors all seem to enjoy your presence in class, and I would have to agree that you're a model student many look up to here at Love Academy."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The rhino's tone made it clear he was in total control of the situation, and his voice just oozed authority when he spoke. I nodded at his words.

"However, it has been brought to my attention that you, an underage student, have initiated a relationship with one of our older professors, Mr. Benjamin, and that this encounter has also brought you together with Coach Ricken."

My heart sank again, as my fears were confirmed. I was going to be expelled, and the two men were going to be arrested. My ears dropped and my paws shook as I tried to find the words.

"I have been informed, Mr. Augustine, by those two, that you're quite good at giving head. So if you don't mind, please service me the way you serviced them."

I looked at Principle Voren in shock. He smirked back at me and leaned back in his chair, arms folded.

"S-Sir, I don't understand-"

"Yes you do," He snapped, "You understand perfectly, slut. You were born to please men, just like you did for Ricken and Benjamin. And now, just like you'll do for me. Get under the desk." He moved his chair back and motioned for me to come around his desk. When I hesitated, he reached for a file that was on his desk. He opened it up, and inside were the photographs Professor Benjamin had taken from the previous day.

"Would be a shame if these were to end up on the internet? Or maybe in an email file to everyone in the school, don't you think?" Principle Voren threatened, and I shook my head.

"No, sir, please. I'll...I'll service you." I admitted defeat, walking around the edge of the desk and climbing under it. He moved his chair back in, preventing me from leaving, and began undoing the fly on his dress pants. I helped him remove his cock from his underwear and began stroking him. It was large and thick, with a few noticeable veins on the underside, and it smelt incredible. My mouth watered, and I blushed. From above, he grinned down and I heard him groan when I took him into my mouth. I lapped at the tip and then began moving downward on his shaft, using my paws to fondle him. I felt him nudge my crotch with his dress shoe, and I moaned around his cock.

I froze when I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in." Principle Voren called, scooting his chair further in and pressing me against the wall of his desk. His thick cock was forced deep into my throat, and my nose was thrust against his happy trail. The smell of sweat and cum was forced into my lungs as I heard the door open and close again.

My mind went foggy with each breath. I tried working my tongue along the underside of his cock to give me some room to breath, but it was no use. I squirmed under his desk and tried to get free, but he simply applied more pressure to my crotch with his shoe. It took all my strength to keep from moaning when he did so.

Eventually, whoever had been in there left, and he pulled back. I gasped and coughed, my lungs breathing fresh air for the first time. He chuckled and stroked himself as he watched me catch my breath.

"You did well, Benjamin was right, you really are skilled with your tongue. Now, come here. I want to paint your face." He dragged me by the arm over beneath his legs and began stroking faster. Before I could react, I felt his hot cum plaster my face, matting my fur and dripping onto my uniform. He groaned in pleasure and then sighed, leaning back and looking satisfied.

"Heh, what a pretty picture." He grinned, pulling out his phone. I tried to turn away, but it was too late. He snapped a photo of me at point blank range, my face exposed, and covered in his cum. It was embarrassing and degrading, but somehow, I felt aroused by it.

"Well now, I suggest you clean yourself up and get back to class." He ordered, handing me a towel from one of his desk drawers. I wiped my face and uniform off as best as I could and nodded. He helped me up and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"We've got a lot planned for you, boy. I'll see you on friday."

I turned and left. When I entered the classroom, some students gave me weird looks, but for the most part I returned without much notice. I wondered if they could smell his musk on me. I returned to my seat, my cock still rock hard in my shorts, wondering what in the world the professor had planned for me on friday.