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A Lesson in Passion

for Taiko

by Draconicon

Keremy sat on the bottom row of bleachers as he watched the football players charge down the field. Each time they passed, the orca lifted his camera and snapped a series of photographs, and when they ran back, he swapped over to the video function. Each time, he would look down at the camera afterward, replaying the scenes, going through the pictures, and a small sigh would slip free before he could stop it.

"Not again..."

The orca's cheeks burned bright red as he tapped the delete button for over half of them, hesitating on a few before allowing them to stay, though he doubted that he would ever show them to anyone else. They weren't really suitable for the college paper, and he doubted that anyone wanted to take that close a look at the clenching asses and the full packages of the football players.

Not when it came to reputable work, anyway. He blushed, shaking his head as he got ready for the next pass.

Come on, come on. Just focus. You can get a few good shots, at least. You're good at this. You know how to make it work. You've taken tons of good photos.

Admittedly most of those were of his neighbors and what they did at night, but -

Keremy put that thought out of his head, shifting his oversized butt back and forth on his metal seat. Just a few more tries, at least, to see if he could at least get a handful that he could send in. The school paper didn't exactly scream prestige, admittedly, but he had to get started somewhere, and at least the paper would make sure that he had an official record of his photos when he tried to break in somewhere else. If he could get the confidence - and that was a big if - the orca was pretty sure that he could get the position.

Come on...come on...

It didn't help that he knew that he looked like some sort of...He hated the word, but 'loser' was the one that sprung to mind. The puppy-fat that should have faded off when he was a teenager had stuck around through high school, and despite a few attempts at a diet, he hadn't been able to get rid of the chub around his middle or his rear. It just stuck around, constantly reminding him that he had been overweight for the majority of his life. The fact that his photography kept defaulting to...that...just made him feel like a pudgy pervert most of the time, and that feeling kept him from talking to very many people. It just...it felt like he wasn't really good enough to be worthy of their company, and it was just better not to try and have it.

The thunder of the team's charge pulled him out of his own head, and the orca whipped his camera towards the charging players. Helmets down, shoulders forward, they lunged across the field at full speed. He waited until the guy in front - a big bull that would have fit in perfectly as a minotaur on a stage play - was only twenty feet off, and then, his finger danced.

Click.

Pull.

Click.

Change angle.

Click.

Turn head.

Click.

Click.

Pull.

Click.

Click.

Seven pictures without using any extra features, done faster than anyone else he knew could have. The camera hummed softly as it processed all the information he'd fed it, and he leaned back, looking at the screen on the back as the pictures slowly came together.

Come on, come on...just one good shot...

The screen flickered, and he tilted it to avoid the stadium night lights blocking out the image. The first thing he saw sent his heart plummeting into his stomach.

"Not again..."

He groaned, covering his face with his free hand, rubbing it up along his blushing cheeks to his eyes. The picture was yet another one of an athlete's package, the lens just dropping down there to capture the way that it flopped up and down, back and forth, since the bull hadn't bothered wearing a jock. Clearly. Very, very clearly, judging by the way that the image showed off just how big he was.

The others were almost as bad, including one that zoomed in on the bull's ass cheeks as he went zooming by, showing those muscular cheeks pushing out against the uniform, all but ripping them if they were to flex any more than they already were. He knew that there'd be at least twenty older guys on the internet that would kill for some of these ass shots, and would definitely pay for them, even though they weren't naked.

"Why can't I get it right?" Keremy muttered.

"Perhaps because you have your own story to tell, rather than theirs."

Keremy yelped, falling off the bleacher and jamming his tail against the metal seat. His camera went flying, and he threw himself sideways, barely catching it before it could hit the ground. The orca wheezed in relief, slowly looking back over the chair.

One of the professors at the college had sat down just behind him, one of the older ones. This one was a badger, thick-set in the hips and chest, with the slightest of hunches as he sat down where his shoulders leaned forward more than someone a bit younger might have done. He wore a vest and a buttoned-up shirt, and he sat with his head supported on the backs of his hands. His eyes twinkled behind his glasses, and the thick gray fur that lined the sides of his face in place of the white that would normally be there ruffled in amusement.

"Uh, sorry, Professor Thimas," Keremy said, dragging himself back up. "I, um -"

"It's alright. It's fine to be embarrassed, just don't let it go too far."

He nodded, trying not to blush any worse than he already was. He didn't know how much the badger had seen of the last batch of photos, and he seriously didn't want to think -

"You shouldn't be ashamed, you know. There are few stories that aren't worth telling, and most love songs start with little more than lust."

"...You saw?"

"I'm afraid so, young man."

"Oh god...Oh god..."

His cheeks burned hotter than ever as he buried his face in his hands, looking down at the ground. The older male reached out, patting his shoulder.

"Come, come, you can't be that surprised."

"I was hoping."

"Sorry, but I'm afraid that you hoped wrong. I saw...pretty much everything in that last shot."

"Great. I'm - sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I'm just -"

"Keremy, if you talk down on yourself, I have to warn you that I'll drop your grade."

"What?!"

"I could care less about the contents of your photography, but I will not have one of my students telling themselves that they are no good. Do you understand me?"

"I...I..."

"May I see the camera?"

Wordlessly, he passed the camera over his shoulder, and Professor Thimas took it off his hands. His face continued to glow the dull red of total humiliation, and he stared at the field in desperate search for a distraction of what was probably going to come next.

What's it going to be? Some sort of suspension? Or - or worse?

He didn't know. The badger was a substitute this year, filling in for both the orchestra director and one of the English Literature teachers that had needed a sabbatical. He'd been there for the latter rather than the former, but he'd heard the horror stories of some of the musicians. They already had endless stories of the badger's high standards, of his extreme formality, of how he pushed them harder than the old director had. Some of the musicians had outright quit from the push that Thimas brought with him, while the others had been forced to buckle down and stop their life of partying to actually follow through with it.

That had been a month ago, and admittedly, it had led to a much stronger orchestra, with those staying already getting at least fielding offers from some of the major orchestras of Novus Ager. They were getting rewarded. Those that were in English Lit, however...

Well, Keremy remembered the way that the badger ran those classes. Rather than pulling out the classics and making the students read through them in the driest possible way, the professor had taken specific scenes and had them not only read it, but act them out. From Shakespeare to the Well of Loneliness, they were made to display different stories from different perspectives, coming to it almost from a theatrical perspective rather than a written or read one.

Every single piece of literature is the story of a life. Real or fictional, person, place, or thing, the story is the life of someone else. It is not merely the place of literature to record, but to give inspiration, to give examples, to give the world a place to look for possibilities. Our stories are our roadmaps, our guides, to finding out who we are. See them, see their passions, their trials, their triumphs, and see where yours lie; it will help you find your own story.

That was the speech that the badger had given when they had started complaining, and while none of them entirely understood what he meant there, none of them had challenged it. They'd just got to work.

"Well, I can see that you have a very repressed story of your own, Keremy," Thimas said, the badger handing the camera back. "And I doubt that you'll be able to tell the story, sing the song, or capture the tale of anyone else until you can admit what yours is."

"I already have," the orca muttered under his breath.

"And that is?"

"I'm just...just..."

"I would hardly start any story with 'just' anything. Come on, look at me."

He didn't want to. He really didn't want to. He felt like, if he looked back at the badger, he'd just be looking into the face of disappointment. At the same time, he didn't dare ignore a direct order, not when he was already in trouble. Keremy groaned under his breath, biting his lip before slowly turning in place.

To his surprise, he found a smiling badger looking down at him, one with one leg crossed over the other, and leaning in with just a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Do you think that I don't understand your needs, young man?"

"...I...I think...I'm very confused right now."

"That is understandable. But I think we can fix that."

"S-sir?"

"Come with me. I think that you need...a different perspective."

"I - I -"

"Keremy. Listen. Hmm? Just listen to me..."

The badger hummed, and for a moment, the air seemed to quiver. All around, he felt a strange tickling against his skin, almost like those days when he went to the swimming pool and used his echolocation to get around under the water - and to perv on some of the other guys around. He bit his lips as the hum rolled in pitch, rising and falling until -

"Mmmm..."

The orca found himself humming in return, just for a moment, and the professor smiled. The hum stopped, but soft words followed.

"_The night is falling, the stars are bright

But do not fear, it will be alright

Their light will guide you, and so will I

Just take my hand, and say goodbye._

"

"Good bye..."

#

Keremy blinked, looking left and right at the sound of a soft click behind him. As he whipped his head around, his eyes widened as he realized that Thimas had just shut and locked the door. Turning back again, he saw that they were in the same classroom that he visited three days a week for English Lit class, but it was completely dark, the blinds open showing the stars outside. Even the usual glimmer of the campus lights were out, with only the light of the badger's cell phone to illuminate the room as he fumbled around for a lamp.

"What - what just happened?" Keremy asked.

"Oh, I helped you relax. Don't worry too much about it; there's a great deal of power in music, you know."

"Power in - that doesn't - w-wait, why are we here in the first place?"

"I told you. I don't think that you'll be able to do what you want with your life until you admit just what you want. You are consumed with hating yourself over it, you know; it's why it keeps poking up, why it keeps begging for attention with every photo you take."

"Mmmph...I don't...I don't mean to -"

"And it is a shame that you are so controlled by it, because your photos are truly amazing," Thimas said. "Ah, here we are."

He finally flicked the switch on a standing lamp, casting a sepia glow across the lecture hall. The badger waved for him to join the older man down on the lecture stage, the professor sitting at his desk off to the side and the lights shining bright all around him. Keremy didn't know what to say, or do, or anything; he just hoped that he would get some answer as to what was going on.

"Now..." Thimas groaned, leaning back in his chair and - to the orca's shock - putting his feet up. The older man had always been so focused, so formal during his lessons, and yet, here he was, relaxing. Barefoot, too, fluff between his toes almost obscuring some of the gray flesh along his soles. "Keremy, I want you to tell me what you wanted on the field."

"I - Professor, that's...that's..."

"Don't worry. This isn't between you and me as professor and student, unless you want it to be. I just want you to relax, Keremy. Try and do that for me. Try and relax for yourself. This can't be comfortable for you."

It really wasn't, but he wasn't sure how he could just relax. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried deep breathing, but that didn't do anything for him. All he wanted - well, no, that wasn't fair, but most of what he wanted to do was just go home. Go back to being a secret pervert. Then see if he could just get Thimas to let him transfer and -

The badger hummed again, and the air tingled, and he whispered another soft song.

"_Your heart is shaking, but that's alright

Just let it out, I won't bite

Nothing's hurt, nothing's wrong

So let it out with this song._

"

The words came spilling out after that, and the orca wanted nothing more than to cover his mouth and pretend that he wasn't spilling his guts in front of one of his professors. The fact that he was admitting to all the things that he wanted to do with the players was bad enough, but the things that came out after that - the admissions of what he saw so many nights across the way, the perverted pictures that he took of some of the heroes that wandered through and patrolled Novus Ager, the constant need and wish for connection - were all the more embarrassing.

He kept expecting to see Thimas's gentle smile fade, but it never did. If anything, the badger just sat there, nodding, listening, gesturing for him to continue. There was nothing - nothing - in the way of judgment, and the words just kept spilling out.

"And the ones that are the best, the ones I keep, I can't send in, but I just...I just..."

"You what?" Thimas asked. "Let it out."

"I...I jerk off to them..."

"...And?"

"And...finger myself to them..."

"And?"

"Mmmph..." He looked off to the side, unable to keep eye contact with the professor. "I...I fuck myself to them...with a toy..."

"I'm glad that you can admit that, Keremy. Thank you for trusting me with all this. But surely, you have to have someone that you can do this with."

"Someone - No. Nobody."

"Not a soul?"

"Look at me. Do you think I'd have any luck finding someone that'd let me do something with them?"

"...Quite honestly, young man, I would say that you already did."

It took a moment for that simple statement to penetrate his brain, and when it did, he whipped his head up with his mouth hanging open. The professor chuckled, leaning his head back, curling and fanning and curling his toes again.

"I'm not above enjoying fantasies of the sort myself. I've had a number of them with my students, though I seldom get the chance to act on it. There's ways of...encouraging it, but I don't like to have my story turn to such discord. The song of my life is more suited to something more...consensual, though there are times when other things are more fun."

Keremy didn't know what he was hearing anymore. This had to be a dream. He'd taken a hit on the football field and gone down, and this was just a coma dream. This wasn't really happening. His teacher hadn't just said that he'd have some fun with the orca if Keremy was up for it. That was just...just....

Holy fuck, but what if...

The idea of getting it on with an older guy wasn't the first thing that came to mind with his fantasies, but even aside from his personal desperation on the topic, he'd be the first to admit that Thimas wasn't exactly a bad choice. The badger had a slight gut, yes, but not as big as his own, and while he had the graying fur of someone that was definitely getting up there in age, he didn't act it, nor did he seem like he was old, or frail, or anything like that. If anything, he seemed to be in better shape than the coaches that ran the drills for the various sports teams.

And...

And he had to admit, he had looked at a few pictures that he'd taken that first day of class when the badger had been standing slightly to the side. The way that his bulge just...pushed forward...the way that his cock and balls were completely just...out there...had done quite a bit for him. He blushed worse as he realized that his cock was starting to grow up, up, up in his pants, getting stiffer and harder the more that he thought about it.

Thimas didn't miss it, either, and the badger chuckled as he flicked his eyes down. He pointed with one foot, no longer just resting it on the heel but pointing his toes so that they were directed right at the orca's crotch.

"I see that one part of you likes the idea."

"I...you...this...this isn't happening."

"But it is, Keremy. It is."

"You...you think..."

"Young man, let me tell you something," Thimas said, pulling his legs back and sitting up properly. He folded his hands in front of him, looking the orca dead in the eyes. "I have been around for a very long time. I have been with a great many people. I have been with men, women, and those that claim titles that even I don't entirely understand. But there is always a pleasure to be found somewhere with someone, whether with their company or with their minds or with something else entirely."

"...Always, Professor?" Keremy asked.

"Well, mostly. There are some standards that you should keep, after all. Otherwise, you allow yourself to become less."

"...Oh."

"But let us run through those standards, shall we?" Thimas said, holding up one hand. A finger went up. "Eagerness. One of the most appealing traits in any lover is the fact that they want it. Not just consenting, but wildly consenting, showing how much they desperately want to be with their lover. They want to indulge, to get their fun, and give it back. And you, Keremy, have that in spades. Wouldn't you say?"

"I, um, I don't know if I'd call it eagerness, but, um...does desperate count?"

"To start."

"Then...yeah, I guess."

"Second, willingness. Not just eager to start, but willing to do what it takes to make sure that both sides have a good time. You are desperate, but you've held back because you think that you're not good. Your willingness to make sure that the other person is happy has become your greatest enemy. You're afraid, young man, and that fear? That's what's keeping you from actually giving someone else something good: you. So, that's two things that you qualify for."

"...How...how many others -"

"There are more than we have time to go through tonight, but those first two are major ones. Many can be learned; lacking those, there is no point even starting. And you, clearly, have those two in spades. Now...are we agreed, Keremy?"

"Agreed - agreed on what?" the orca asked. "I'm...I'm a little...lost."

"Hmm, hmmm, that's fair."

In fact, lost was something that was quite the understatement. His head was all but swimming in confusion about what was happening, and what was going to happen. All he knew was that something had shifted, and now, he was getting offered sex. Kind of. Sort of.

Maybe.

Unless he was an idiot.

He might be.

He desperately grabbed for the other side of the desk, leaning on it, and as he did, Thimas leaned back from the desk. The badger had shifted just enough that he could see down on the other side, and those soft, formal pants were bulging out quite a bit from his crotch.

He didn't know how he could ever miss that; it was so obvious, so impossibly full, that it was a wonder that the zipper didn't completely break when the badger got hard. Those dark formal pants had a stiff bulge poking forward, creating quite a tent in those pants, and his cheeks burned bright red as he imagined just how big that cock would look outside of them. But below that? Well, those balls were hard to look away from, and the serious heft that they had, large enough to sag over the edge of the chair, made him wonder just how full they were.

"You can do more than look, Keremy. Tonight, I want you to be honest with yourself," Thimas said. "Until you embrace what you want, and give yourself the chance to enjoy it, you won't be able to be true to everything else. That hidden story will color everything else that you try to do. So...tonight...be honest. What do you want?"

"What do...I want?"

"Yes."

"...I...I want to..."

He was really having this happen. He was really getting into this, and he couldn't even pick where to start. His pants felt so tight, his cock felt so hard -

That was it. That was a good place.

"I want to get naked," he muttered.

"_Seized by fire, seized by the flames

Throw it off, with but one aim

To show that body, to show your flesh

And show it off for us to mesh._

"

Even Thimas seemed to flinch slightly at the verses, but the same compulsion that had seized him before seized him then, grabbing hold of his arms and legs and making him take his clothes off. There was no sudden skill, no great striptease, but he did take off his clothes in a way that he never would have dared do. Even in the gym, he never went past his underwear and undershirt, but this time, the clothes were just falling to the floor, flying through the air.

Finally, his underwear hit the floor as well as his jeans, and he stood there, completely exposed. His cock swung up and slapped against his chubby stomach, and he blushed all the worse, but he didn't hide himself. He just stood there, his hands behind his back, as if posing for inspection.

"Heh, and you thought that you should hide that?" Thimas asked, pointing at the orca's cock. "Clearly, you don't know what people look for."

Keremy didn't know what to say. He'd known that he was a bit big down there, but it just seemed part of everything else. It was something that he needed two hands to handle, yeah, but...but...but...

"Turn around, now. Let me see everything."

Nodding, he breathed slowly as he slowly spun in place. The feeling of being so exposed, that his ass was pointed back towards his teacher, that everything was just out there, kept his cock throbbing, but there was something nice about it. His heart was racing, but it wasn't in the usual panicky sort of way. It was more just...needy. Needy and wanting, and with the hope that he'd actually get something for it.

"Smooth soles that would give many with a foot fetish quite the thrill," Thimas said. "And a rump just fat enough to be particularly appealing without putting someone off. A good jiggle. Has anything but a toy been up there, hmm?"

"Well, um...not yet..."

"Do you want to try that tonight?"

"...I...I..."

"It's up to you," Thimas said. "I can make it happen, but only if you ask me to."

"..."

"Do you want me to?"

"I...I want to be good..."

"You can be good on your own."

"...Will we do this more than once?"

Thimas nodded.

"Then...this time...could you just...make me? I don't want to fuck it up, and...um..."

"You want to know what I want...and do it well...so you can do it the right way next time."

Keremy nodded. Thimas chuckled.

"Let's consider tonight a lesson, then."

The badger hummed under his breath once more, and this time, when he sang, he sang with such fluidity that there were no words. None that Keremy could hear, at least, not in any way that he could make them out. Instead, there was a sense of something else, something that was warm, soft, and gentle. His mind slipped, and his cock throbbed, and he felt...a need, he supposed, like all those horny fantasies - either being on top or on bottom for someone else - had finally slipped the leash that he'd been keeping them back with.

At that moment, there were few things that he wanted more than to play with that badger cock. The few ideas he'd had of seeing if that badger butt had any more jiggle than his faded away, replaced with the pure fantasy of being a good student and getting the badger off. A good boy for a good teacher.

He managed a sway as he got off the desk, smiling as his tail went up. The idea came to him without any prompting, and the song echoed through his head, verses of arousal and need, of service and eagerness, pushing at him time and time again. He panted as he reached back to spread his cheeks, showing off his pucker beneath his tail, and he even squeezed down, making his asshole pop out slightly.

"Mmm, do I look sexy?" Keremy asked.

"Very," Thimas said. "You're being very good, very sexy..."

That older hand rubbed his ass, spreading the cheeks, and he shivered as he felt, again, exactly what he wanted. He arched his back and pushed his hips back, showing off just how much his hole wanted to be filled. His chubby butt would be perfect for this, and he bit his lips as he felt the badger's finger rubbing against his rim, teasing it, pushing in just enough for him to feel it parting.

"Ooooh..."

"Mmm, you're ready. You're more than ready."

"I've - mmph - been ready. Just scared. Not scared. Just -"

Zzzzzzip.

That was the sound that he'd been waiting to hear, and that was the feeling that he'd been dying to experience. The soft warmth of a cock against his asshole was just what he needed, and Keremy leaned forward further over the desk. His tail was cocked off to the side, leaving his hole completely exposed, and he shivered as he imagined how that thing was going to feel going inside of him.

Just a little...no...the whole thing...I...I want to...I want to know how it feels...

The song suppressed the shy part of him that would have chickened out, and he pushed his ass back to take the professor's cock. The feeling of it spreading his hole, reminding him of the dildo but being so much better than that, set him off. He moaned, eagerly, his cock thumping against the side of the desk.

"Heh, you are an eager one. Now, come on...let me lead."

He nodded, panting as he felt the badger's hands hold him down, that dick going deeper and deeper into him. The feeling of getting fucked - actually getting fucked - sent a shiver down his spine that he just didn't have words to describe. He felt...right, for a change, like he was actually not going to fuck up.

Smack. Thimas's hips finally clapped with his, and he moaned, his cock twitching and dripping. He clenched down, and the professor leaned in.

"Close?"

"Mmm-hmmm..."

"If it happens, let it. We'll keep going for a while. As you might feel..." Thimas ground forward, and Keremy shivered, hissing through his teeth at the sheer size of those badger balls. "I'm a little backed up at the moment. I probably will need a few."

"Mmmph...take as many...as many as you want..."

"I plan to...and I hope you show just how much you love it."

Keremy planned to. Oh, god he planned to enjoy every moment of this...and hoped he would be brave enough to do it on his own next time.

The End

Summary: Keremy, an orca with a bit of a self-image problem, ends up getting the attention of Thimas, one of his teachers.

Tags: M/M, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Badger, Age Difference, Orca, Chubby,