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It was the last class of the semester and James gave a deep sigh. Luckily, this last class was a study hall and he didn't run a home room class; he could finish grading his students' work. Sitting comfortably in his chair, the tall, toned giraffe with brownish red and blond hair looked to the door, hearing a roar of high school kids outside. Then it burst open and thirteen of them loudly walked in. Standing up, his buttoned shirt and blue tie tightened around his toned chest; he figured he could wing it and right the rules up on the board:

1. Find your seat.
2. Talk Quietly.
3. Do something constructive.

It was all he could really hope for as he sat back down and shifted through his papers. He even managed a smile to all his students as they came in. Most of them read the board right away and sat down, some he had to cough and point. But overall, once the bell to start class rang, they were all quietly talking to each other. Fifteen minutes into class, he couldn't help but smile and speak up, "Thanks for being great today guys, I have a lot of work to catch up on and..."

But suddenly the door opened and the white paw grasping the handle let it swing open till it hit the wall it was attached to. An alley cat with rustled white fur, wearing a baggy black hoody and gray pants walked into the class, a big cocky grin on his maw. "Hey Mr. Dyson..." he said casually with a flick of his double pierced ears. The giraffe's nostrils flared as the cat walked down the middle of class room, scuffing his sneakers as he walked.

Opening his desk and pulling out a pad of detention slips, the teacher threw it on the smooth surface, "Eli, you're late again, I'll see you after school...again!"

Eli looked over his shoulder, and then looked to his group of friends in their usual circle. He snickered abruptly, "On the last day of school? Fuck that!" he said in a cocky tone.

Mr. Dyson moved to the corner of his desk, fondling at the strange grooves on the side, "Eli...don't push my patience! Sit down and do something quietly!" Everyone else in the room remained quiet. Some of them were looking at others that blankly stared at Mr. Dyson. He had only lost his strong demeanor once before...in another class just like the one they were in. Timidly waving his tail, Eli slowly lowered into his seat, trying not to seem intimidated by immediately talking to his friends.

The rest of the class continued naturally, Mr. Dyson only stopping to tell Eli and his friends to quiet down every so often. It was only four minutes till the end of study hall when the peace finally shattered. Using rubber bands as a sling shot, Eli smirked as he aimed a folded up note card for his friend Shaun. Tugging back the band with a single claw, he released it. Without hesitation, the hound ducked out of the way. Like a spinning disk, the note card soared through the air like a boomerang of doom. Everyone suddenly froze when Mr. Dyson snarled, grabbing the end of his brown tipped snout, furiously rubbing the throbbing spot above his nostrils. He had a furious look upon his face and was pointing at Eli just when....RING!

Every student rushed out as fast as possible. Eli tried to lose himself in the rush, but felt a heavy hand suddenly pull him back. "Not you Eli! Sit, front seat!" Eli growled but did as he was told, bitterly wrapping his claws around the front of the desk, trying to look out the window, pissed and trying to act like Dyson didn't exist for the next forty five minutes. He knew the drill, he had done it all with Dyson before. If he kept his mouth shut he might get out early...

Time passed...and passed...it was an hour later before Eli turned his head to look at the clock, realizing everyone must have gone home by then. Standing up, he shoved his paws into his sweats and made his way towards the door past Dyson's desk. "Eli...where do you think you're going?" the toned giraffe asked, standing up.

Eli cocked his head, turning around and looking up at the giraffe that was naturally taller than him, "Um, it's been like an hour...detention's only like forty five minutes..."

"Your detention was extended because you failed to show up to the last one..."

"Man, fuck you! Why do you have to be such a hard ass!?" he shouted.

"Is this how you're going to talk to people for the rest of your life, Eli? Outside of school?" Dyson asked.

"Why do you give a fuck what happens to me outside of this shit hole!?"

Eli didn't get an answer. Before he could even process his next thought, he was stumbling to his side, catching himself on the giraffe's desk, clenching his throbbing cheek. "It's my job to get you ready for the world out there, asshole!" James said, completely dropping his teacher persona. Eli gasped as he stood up, taking a palm to the other side of his face, feeling the sharp sting spreading throughout his cheek as the giraffe took him by the front of his hoody. Standing there, gazing into the deep, brown eyes of his teacher, Eli didn't have the will to fight or talk back this time; he was pathetic compared to the big male holding onto him.

Leaning against the desk behind him, Eli felt a rush flowing through him, his breaths rasping as he struggled to breathe as Dyson's grip tightened around his hoody, his cheeks burning from the slaps, almost like a hard blush. As the big male leered at him, he slowly broke eye contact, gasping when he saw his raging hard bulge forming a tent in his pants. Finally able to swallow, the cat was able to lick his tongue over his dry, pink lips before barely muttering, "Please..."

The look of irritation on Dyson's face mixed with shock, "What...!?" Suddenly he pushed back against the larger male, making sure it looked like he was trying to get away. Another rush went through his body as Dyson grabbed him and pushed him back against the desk, "We're not done here!" He bit his lip when he felt the stronger, older male leaning over him; it felt good.

As the obvious bulge in his sweats groped against his teacher's crotch, Eli had to force the insult out of himself, "Fuck you!" Another slap was struck across his face, Dyson still letting his anger control him. While the slap felt like needles across his face and the red on his cheeks showed through his pale fur, Eli reached up and wrapped his paw around his teacher's strong, long neck, leaning up to draw the giraffe into a passionate, lust filled kiss. The anger melted away from Dyson's eyes when he was suddenly pulled into immense confusion as the cat's lips locked with his, he didn't even struggle as Eli grabbed hold of one of the appendages sticking out of his hair.

Dyson finally realized what was going on when he felt the bulge in his student's sweats brushing up against his stomach. Everything official in his head told him this was wrong... but he badly wanted to mistreat this teenaged punk! Before the cat knew what he was doing to him, he flipped Eli over onto his stomach, Dyson roughly pushing the younger male's head against the desk as he struggled to rip off his belt.

Dazed and lost in an abused haze, Eli lay there half way on the desk after his wrists were bound with the leather belt. Dyson walked away, somewhat worried yet driven by lust as he walked over to the class room door, making sure it was locked. When he returned to Eli, the cat sucked through his teeth when he felt the bigger male's hand across his throbbing red cheek, almost matching up the fingerprints with the marks on his face. The throbbing in his face sent sensations through his body that matched the ache of his cock bulging through his sweats between his legs. He'd never felt like this before; it felt good.

Dyson felt his heart pounding in his solid chest, running his hoofed fingertips along Eli's round ass, pushing down the rims of the sweats, revealing pale, untouched skin and fur. Eli gripped the other side of the desk, feeling a shiver run down his spine and every fiber of fur along his nape stood on end as the male touched his butt. Swallowing hard, his eight inch barbed cock dangling between his legs, he looked over shoulder and struggled to beg, "Please...hurt me some more..." He had never begged in his life, but after what Dyson had done to him, he desperately didn't want to wait for more.

When Eli's sweats finally fell around his ankles, the last thing Dyson did was stroke that vulnerable, smooth, pale ass...just before he raised his arm and brought his hand down somewhat hard. The cat jumped, "NGH!" He huffed as the hand was held firmly to his throbbing butt, grunting as his cock jumped; tapping at the side of the desk. Throwing his head back, he panted as the other side of his ass suddenly burned, feeling the hand striking him harder, "Oh fuck!" He was suddenly forced to breathe through his nose as a hand clasped around his mouth, whimpering as he felt his shoe being pried from his foot-paw, his long, dirty sock pulled off and wrapped firmly between his jaw.

Lifted onto the desk, gagged, and bound, Eli looked between his legs at his throbbing cock, aching just as badly as the red hand prints on his ass, a bead of pre falling to the smooth surface. Then he looked up at Dyson, seeing a lust filled look in his eyes, realizing this male was no longer the teacher bound by rules or laws as he moved to take the pointer stick off the old chalkboard...the one that hadn't been touched since the time the school purchased smart boards. Eli panted, breathing deep, breathing in the smell of his own sweaty feet as the big male fondled the long, firm wooden stick. He held his breath when heard the whirling sound of the stud's test swing...

Eli's muffled cry barely echoed in the room as the pointer struck across his entire ass, leaving a single pink, stinging line. The sock gag had done its job. After constant pain filled pants, he laid his forehead into the leather around his wrists, giving an overwhelmed moan as his prick bobbed between his legs, dripping thick globs of pre. Then there was another hit...and another! Eli arched his back, his cock jumping again, and again, as the male standing next to him took out four years of bitter irritation on his ass. Each time he was hit, that pool of pre between his legs spread even further across the desk beneath him.

The cat closed his eyes on the last strike, sensing the hesitation surrounding Dyson. Even though there was an amazing sensation of pleasure coming from the marks across his ass, he figured he could take a break. He was wrong. His eyes widened when he suddenly felt rough fingertips take a hold of his dangling sac, stroking a thumb over the taint between his legs. Staring out the window in front of him, Eli took deep rasping breaths before he felt one hand take hold of his balls and...SLAP!

Eli lunged forward, clenching his eyes and holding his breath, the aching feeling of getting his balls smacked driving between his legs and even up through his abdomen. His legs weak, he nearly fell on his stomach, gasping as his hips thrust forward, his cock spewing out strands of cum. With another sharp smack, his aching prick spasm and he came even harder, pre and cum pooling on the desk until it dripped onto the floor. Then, with one more of Dyson's harsh, relentless smack to his nuts, Eli's cock jumped in the air, spurting out thick globs of jizz into the fur on his stomach before his barbed head went limp, resting in the puddle forming beneath him.

Eli barely managed to stay on all fours as he recovered from the brutal treatment of his ass and sac. Giving off rasping breaths, he looked between his legs, seeing the pool of cum and his red, aching sac. But as he felt the sock being removed from his maw, he pitifully looked up, seeing Dyson pulling Eli's cell phone out of the pocket of his sweats, handing it to his bound paws. Coldly, Dyson commanded, "Text your parents...let them know you won't be coming home tonight...make it convincing..."

The End?