Bravery - Chapter 1 The ten seconds

Story by Rondo on SoFurry

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"... you can only choose one reagent to distinguish these four solutions. So which one would you choose? Mr. Gray, could you please stand up, and tell us any of your idea?"

Welcome to the chemical teacher Mr. Cooper's favorite time, teasing and humiliating the big muscular wolf jock in front of all his classmates. Unfortunately, I was the wolf and my last name was the only words flowing into my brain so far in this class.

I was 188cm tall, 87kg in weight at that time, kind of impressive for a 17-year-old young man without much fat under his fur. Please do not get the wrong idea from my last name, my fur was black, not jet black but still too dark to be grey. This characteristic made my amber eyes especially brilliant, as well as my lupine teeth bared when I didn't have a good mood.

It may be funny to those nerds to see a jock standing like dumb when the teacher shot questions only easy for them. However, if you were an audience right here, you probably wouldn't want to laugh at me, who was also an infamous bully in the high school.

I stood up lazily, with an expected expression showing that I gave absolutely no attention to this course.

"Mr. Gray? Any idea of this question?"

"C?"

The raccoon teacher shook his head.

"B?"

Then I got a stern look from him.

"A?"

"Mr. Gray, this is not a multiple choices question."

I could see some of my classmates trembling, holding back their laughs.

"Sir, could you give me some choices? This is too hard for me."

"Alright. *sigh* Uh...solution of barium chloride, or then ..."

Before he made up and provided the second choice, I snapped him "Yes, that one! Barium chloride."

The teacher didn't look so happy, so the I assumed that I got the right answer. Obviously, that raccoon didn't want the humiliating stopped right now.

"Could you explain why?"

"I don't know."

"Which unknown solution would have reaction with solution of barium chloride?"

I didn't care to give any answer even "I don't know."

"Solution of magnesium chloride?"

...

"Aluminum sulfate?"

I lowered my lupine head, while my patience was running low to a dangerous level.

"Sodium chloride?"

Suddenly, I heard a shallow laugh on the left front of me.

Who the fuck dare to laugh at me!!!

I darted the anger to the source of the laugh, finding it was Isaac, a grey and white husky, who even dared to stare me back as if I wouldn't dash to him and choke him to death. As being an infamous bully in school, no one wanted to mess up with me. I wouldn't pick up the tiniest boys, but those who made me unpleasant.

"Solution of ammonium sulfate?"

I didn't even notice the questions were still being shot at me since my rising anger against that husky, who must be bored living on the surface of the planet.

Well, fine. I would let you know the costs of provoking my anger.

"Mr. Gray? Are you listening to me? What solution ..."

"I DON'T CARE!!!" I roared in a rather lower register.

Mr. Cooper was astonished, so was everyone else in the classroom. Although I showed no respect to my classmates, I respected all elders. My roaring to the teacher indicated I became dangerous unprecedentedly. The other students were staring at blackboard while no one wanted to get eye contact with me, except that damned husky, giving me a look like blaming my behavior. I wasn't even aware of this husky's existence before today.

This husky has to be taught a lesson to know who I am.

Turning my head to the raccoon teacher, "Sorry, Mr. Cooper, but why don't you just let me go?"

It was exactly a question bothering me. That raccoon knew clearly that this well-built intimidating student standing in front of him would never pay any attention to his class, so why not just let this tumor in the school corrupting himself like what other teachers did? (except the PE teacher)

"WHY DON'T YOU LET US GO?" The raccoon teacher rase his voice to an amazing level you would not expect that came from a small body like him, "So that during each class I don't have to explain everything again only for you, Mr. Gray!"

I just groaned in frustration and rolled my eyes.

"I will teach you a thousand times even if you don't listen to my one single word. Do you know why, Mr. Gray? Because I will never give you up! I will never give up any of my student. I believe you are a very nice boy deep in your heart, Mr. Gray." The teacher choked his words.

Mr. Cooper was a typical passionate high-school teacher. He would cry out if someone failed in his class. However, for me, even the funniest comedian or most passionate actor teaching chemical couldn't arouse any of my interest. It was just extremely boring for me.

The raccoon gave another sigh, "You may sit down, Mr. Gray, and to use barium chloride is not the correct answer."

Silence reigned the classroom while I set down. My emotion was mixed with shame and guilty, but I turned all my negative emotion into the anger against the husky sitting in the left front of me.

"So, who can tell us which reagent should be used?"

The husky rose his hand, so high that he almost jumped from his seat.

"Mr. Taylor, please."

The shorty raccoon seems happy that a piece of rubbish chimes in with him.

"Sodium hydroxide solution."

"That's correct. Sodium hydroxide does help differentiate these, but could you explain how it works?"

"Yes. First, it would..."

I didn't care what he said. I just wanted to wait for another 20 minutes between now and the end of class, then taught him a good lesson. Since this piece of shit always helped the raccoon clean the lab-wares, it would be so easy to pick him up after everyone else left.

"That's an excellent explanation. Thank you, Mr. Taylor."

He finished his answer for this stupid course, and then gave me a disdainful look which couldn't make me more angry because my anger had already reached its peak.

*

20 minutes later, my classmates left the room one by one, while the husky walked to the front and talked to Mr. Cooper. I walked out of the room, heading to the door of this building, but stopped when I passed the male toilet which was a perfect place to pick him up without any other's interference.

There were two doors blocking the toilet and corridor. I opened the outside one and leaned on it. About 5 minutes later, I heard the footsteps and then my prey showed up alone. I gave him a sudden tug, grabbing his muzzle before any sound could be generated by him.

I dragged him to the second door, and kicked it open, with a loud bang the door hitting the wall. I threw the thing in my arm on the floor, then moved forward one step. With another bang, the second door was shut.

There we were, in an ordinary gent's toilet with a urinal, four stalls and several sinks with a rectangular mirror hanging on the wall, where I only thought I would give the husky a so hard lesson that would change his whole life, but I didn't realize mine would also be changed completely.

The husky tried to stand up, but he could only stand up when I said he could. I threw my foot on his shoulder savagely, followed by his painfully groaning while sliding few meters away on the floor, but that was far from enough. I stepped forward, and gave him some kicks at his shoulders, back, ass, and any other part of his body but his crotch and head. Kicking him hard or not, I simply wanted to warn him with finite bruises and bumps, not a dropped eye or smashed balls, which would send him into hospital and me into jail.

I paused, admiring my work, a hopeless dog trembling with fear, and then gave him some more, not so hard ones, just letting him know that this storm was still on.

He was holding his head, and huddled himself up to protect his relatively more important parts. I rolled him on his back with my foot, and picked him up by grabbing his shirt and his own coat to make sure that every second he spend in this room was painful. I knocked him on the wall, like what my old best friend (not anymore now) Rayke did all the time when we bullied smaller furs. He was so good at this while I hardly did this by myself. Well, this was a chance to show myself how good I was at this.

"Laugh at me, huh? Why don't you laugh now?" I bared my teeth while the words passed through them.

He didn't respond me, maybe too busy trembling.

I slapped his side face with the back of my right hand, again, not very hard but humiliating enough, "I want to see that contempt on your face again, dog." another slap, "Show me!"

"Y-you laughed at me at PE classes all the time." I didn't know where his sudden courage came from to say a whole sentence.

Ah, that's the reason. This trash was doing his revenge on me.

"Let me teach you a lesson, little bastard. I can laugh at you whenever I want, but you cannot." My vicious smile had never disappeared since the talk.

"Tha-at's unfair."

"It's unfair that I'm not a weak, pathetic piece of shit but you are." Then my smile vanished as I backed a step leaving us some space, "Say sorry and beg me. Beg me for sparing your pathetic life."

That would be my last step of bulling him, only if he wasn't acting so stupidly stubborn.

"No!"

I narrowed my eyes, "Say again?"

"No! I did nothing wrong! Even if I did, you should say sorry first!"

I seized the fur on his back of neck, which made him squeezed a yelp, and pressed him on the floor.

"Beg me!"

No response was made.

I straightened my body up, then put my right foot on his back and shifted most of my weight on it, squeezing him hard.

Still no response was made.

Ok, I had to admit that I sucked at bullying others by myself. I was always the one holding those furs and let Rayke or other friends of mine do all the business. I didn't want to give up by simply letting him go without begging me, maybe because I was not intimidating enough. There must be some way that could break this husky but not hurt him too much.

Then I remembered what Rayke, the mean bad white tiger, but cool if you were his friend, had said. He wasn't as big as me, but all the vicious ideas came from him.

*

"Do you know what I did to that little fag?" He was surrounded by his sidekicks listening to his stories which all sounded boastful as usual.

"Just tell us!"

"I peed at him, breaking him into a crying infant at once!" Then there was a burst of unintelligent laughs.

*

That happened about 3 years ago. Yes, he was that bad even when he was only 14, although I wasn't sure if he told the truth. I knew it was not a contest, but if it was, I didn't want to lose to Rayke, so I decided to have a try of that.

I picked him up maybe the third time today, and shoved him into one of those private rooms for doing our private thing. While we were both into the tiny room, I closed the door behind me and locked it.

Curling up besides the toilet, he opened his eyes wide, staring at me in sheer panic. I didn't care what was on his mind. I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants and underpants together like a pro (of what? a rapist?), exposing my thick, black sheath and fuzzy balls completely to him.

I fermented the feeling of peeing.

...

Yeah, this's going to be fun.

...

One of my paw was holding my precious balls, in case of this dog's sudden attack.

...

Come on, where's my pee!

...

I promised you this was not as easy as you imagine, to urinate while pointing your penis to another one.

...

Oh, come on!!!

...

The husky was staring at my groin, which made it more difficult to do what I want.

...

*whistle*

I whistled in my mind, hoping that would help, while my cock was still getting the radiating glare from the husky.

...

I was desperate that my body wouldn't listen to me. I tried hard to push the liquid from my bladder to my cock even though I didn't how exactly I should do that.

The husky was still staring my cock, and the stare made me feel like thousands of caterpillars crawling on my whole body.

I sort of regretted for making this stupid decision, all blaming Rayke and this stubborn dog. I continued exert myself forcing the liquid to my cock.

Something thing unpredictable happened to me. Instead of my pee, the only fluid flew to my cock was my blood. The crimson pointed tip emerged from my sheath. God I hoped he didn't see it. However, he was fixing his eyes on the tip, which made me nervous as hell and my cock grew even faster.

Good! Half of my cock has exposed itself to the husky now.

The more I wanted it retract into its warm sheath, the faster my blood came to it. Within few seconds, my dancing lupine meat with a threatening big knot were completely exposed. I had never known my penis could get fully hard so fast, even the knot had got its full size, not to mention that it was throbbing.

The husky was now moving his eyes on my upper head, puzzled by my bizarre behavior, like asking me what I wanted. The hell I knew what I wanted! At least, I must not let him know that I got the hard-on unwillingly.

I said two words that made both of us shocked, "Lick it!" Even myself could hear the uncertain tone within the words.

What did I say? Nevertheless, I couldn't retract either my words, or my knot into the sheath.

"I said lick it!" This time, it was better.

"No!"

Crap! Even his tone is firmer than mine.

I was in a sudden violent rage. I seized him by throat with so much force that he sticked his tongue out, making silent voice while squeezing his eyes in agony.

I loosened my clutch, then shoved my cock forward to let his exposed tongue touch it. He sticked his tongue back as soon as it felt my meat, resulting in my forcefully clutching his throat again.

This time, he understood his position. He licked the tip of my cock, sending an electro shock through my body. I let go his throat, waiting for the other licks.

This is definitely better than peeing on him!

I was going to let him lick my cock few more times, which was believed to be humiliating enough, and then let this poor kid go.

"Lick!"

He followed my order immediately with a lick on the underside of my meat, making it throb one more time and spurted a stream of pre on his tongue, which caused my heart pumping extremely fast. He didn't have the courage to spitted the pre-cum out, so he continued his job with another lick at the same spot.

I threw my head backward, enjoying the tickling sensations.

Three or four more licks, then I will let him go.

There were several times that some girls in the school gave me head-jobs, but it was the first time that a male touched my cock. I didn't want to look down to realize that what under my crotch was a male because I wasn't gay. I preferred to imagine that was a nice girl savoring my big meat slowly with full passion.

One more, then you can go.

All in a sudden, the sensation changed into a highly intense one, snapping me back from my imagination. The husky put most of the pillar of my meat into his mouth and gave it a good suck.

Oh, god! He must have misunderstood me, thinking that I was asking a head-job. This was going too far for me. The fact that I forced a male touched my cock with his tongue did little help to alleviate the tense and nerves I had.

I had never known one could suck with so much power that I couldn't even drag my penis out of his mouth (actually, it was because my penis didn't want to come out). The husky shut his eyelids tight, maybe holding back the feeling of nausea.

Oh, no! This is wrong. This is so damn wrong. How can I let a boy give me a head! This has to be stopped.

My penis, however, didn't show any will to stop this. Before I realized it, my balls were not hanging anymore but ascended to be tight and close to my body. The next thing I knew was that my whole body tensed up, and the itchy feeling came to the inside of my cock.

NO!!! That can't be it!!!

I deeply sucked the not-so-fresh air in the room, and roared, "NOOOOOOOO!!" That definitely was rarely heard from a man who reached his orgasm. My face twisted into an expression that had both excitement and extreme disappointment within, while my penis was ejaculating a good amount of cum into this husky's muzzle, this MALE husky's muzzle!

I couldn't believe that today my body betrayed me so many times, especially this time! From the first suck the husky gave to my shameful orgasm was probably less than ten seconds. I usually let the girl who sucked my cock till her cheeks became too sore to continue.

This can't be more humiliating.

The look on my face must not be content. When my breath became stable again, I picked him up the fourth time.

"Who said you can suck it? I told you to lick it!" I knew how lame it sounded but I had to find some reason to shout at him, "Listen! I will kill you if you tell anyone about this, understand?"

He nodded, with a mouthful cum flowing inside his muzzle (this part was by my imagining).

"Get your ass out of here, NOW!"

He ran out of the toilet. I didn't know how he dealt with my cum, and I didn't care of that. When I heard the second sound of a door closing, I shut the door of the booth again and collapsed against it.

I didn't want to recollect what happened between me and that husky boy, but the remorse, guilty and the horribly strong humiliation dominated me. I didn't know which one made me feel the worst, being a seriously bad bully, forcing a male to have oral sex with me or the premature ejaculation.

However, from what I did in the next day, I guess that premature thing bothered me the most at that time.