The following day, Monday, Damien was at school. He had spent the rest of the weekend hanging out with Mike, playing video games, and jerking off a lot, remembering his time with the little fox. School had gone fairly normally, though he had received a text message from the fox's mom saying that she'd be needing his services again, and that he'd need to be over on Friday, if that worked. 
Of course, it worked. If she said he needed to be over tonight he would have probably found a way to work it in. The day went smoothly, though. He caught up with friends, slogged his way through boring lectures, and finished the day playing style video games. 
Tuesday, however, was... different. When the day was ending, and the final bell had rung. He was headed for the front entrance when a voice stopped him.
"Hey, young mister Damien." He turned and saw one of the teachers, Mr. Johnson. The tall, muscular tiger had been Damien's English teacher last year, and his son was a regular babysitting client.
"What's up Mr. Johnson?"
"Sorry to bug you, but... can I speak with you for a minute?"
"Uh, sure, Mr. Johnson."
The tiger waved him over, and they walked into the teachers lounge, where he shut the door behind them.
"Have a seat." The man gestured to a plush seat across from a small table. Nobody else was in the room, so it was almost jarringly quiet in comparison to the hustle and bustle of students in the hallway 
"Is something wrong, Mr. Johnson?"
"Well, Damien, no, not per say, I just wanted to ask you a few questions." The tiger man had a very casual , relaxed demeanor all the time, so it was hard to guess what this could be about .
"Oh, sure, sir."
"Now, Damien, I know how close you are with my son.” Mr. Johnson began, “I have always appreciated your help, and know that my son thinks highly of you."
"Thanks, sir, I really enjoy hanging out with him. He's a cool kid."
"I'm glad. Now, I... have something I'd like to ask you, but it's... a bit sensitive, and, well, I'd rather keep this conversation between us, if that's alright with you." A glint of something shined in his eyes.
"Um, sure, Mr. Johnson." Damian said, confused.
"Well, Damien, I... heard a rumor about you, and I wanted to get your side of the story."
"A rumor?" Damien's heart skipped a beat. surely not...
"Well, it's...  I wasn't sure if it was true or not, so I was hoping I could... hear it from the source."
"Um, I'm not sure I follow, Mr. Johnson. What is the rumor?" The pounding in his chest was probably visible.
"Damien, please, I want you to be honest with me. Did you have sexual relations with a young child this weekend?”
The wolfs jaw dropped open and he froze. the eyes that were trained on him were unusually intense for the laid back English teacher, focused on him with something strange lurking deep inside.
"Mr. Johnson, I, um, well..."
"Damien, please, don't worry, I won't tell anyone. If it's true, then... I just need to know. Please, can you answer the question."
"Um,..." Damien's voice was gone. There was a lump in his throat, and his mouth had gone dry. He could have lied, denied it, but there was something about the weight of the gaze bearing down on him, the tone in his teacher voice that compelled him to speak. with a squak, barely more than a whisper, he responded with, "...Yes.”
"I knew it." The man’s gaze did not break, he said those three words so confidently…
"B-but, sir, please, i-it's not what you think. It was... a special circumstance." Damien began to stammer, trying to salvage this situation.
"Oh?."
"It was with my newest babysitting client, a little fox boy, Tommy. He has a medical condition, a hormone disorder, and it makes him need... um... sexual release. It's a rare disorder, and the doctor says that his only options are to wait it out and hope it goes away, or... masturbation. However, its so bad, that usually the only way for him to get relief is by having sex." Everything just started tumbling out of his mouth, and while he said it Damien realized how it didn’t make him out to be the noble, caring person he thought himself to be, just a pervert with justifications for his actions.
"I've heard of this, yes, though I didn't think it was possible in cubs. And... his parents are okay with you having sex with him?" He sat back with his fingers peaked as if in deep thought.
"I swear, its true, and his mom is the one who told me to h-have sex with him.” Tears were beading at the corners of the wolf boy’s eyes, threatening to start falling any minute. “S-sir... how... how did you hear about this?"
"I'm not at liberty to say, Damien. However, I am actually very glad that it's true. And... I must confess, I'm actually a little... jealous."
"…Jealous?" Damien had another moment of his chest hitching. Was every adult around him a huge pervert too?
"I don't want to be forward, Damien, but, there is something that you and I have in common, and it's one of the reasons I chose to have this conversation with you, other than heading off... dangerous rumors around school.” He man leaned forward, growing far more predator like. “You're a smart boy, Damien, so I'm going to assume that you've figured it out already.”
"I... think so, Mr. Johnson. Are... you trying to say that... you..."
"That I also have an interest is cubs? Yes I do. Not quite as young as your tastes mind you, but younger boys all the same. And having heard this about you... let's just say, its made me realize that... I would rather find a suitable boy to take care of my own... urges, as well."
"I see." Damien said., waiting for the point he felt coming 
"I'm sure you do, Damien." Mr. Johnson walking around behind the seat Damien was siting in, putting a hand very firmly on his shoulder. "Now, I've already told you I won't say a word about your activities, your interests, but I'm sure you know how fast the rumor mill works. I happen to know who is spreading this information, and I can shut it down. However..." the tiger started to move his hand from Damien's shoulder down to rub across his chest. "In exchange, I would like a little... something."
"I, um, what do you mean?"
"Damien, the truth is, you're the ideal age for my interests. A cute young boy like yourself, hurtling toward adulthood but still ripe with youth, and with such a wonderful ass, by the way… And now I've learned that you have experience taking younger boys... that you understand what I feel... I think that you'd be the perfect partner."
"I... Mr. Johnson, I don't know...." Damien n began to fidget in his seat, wanting to move away but now very afraid of the large man’s anger if he did. 
"Why not, Damien? You get your secret kept safe, a new friend, and I get a willing partner. Isn't that a fair trade? Besides, what could be wrong with it, really? Just the two of us, a nice evening together. You'd really have a good time, and I promise you'd never regret it." A toothy smile that was more smirk than sincere played on the man’s face.
"I... I guess sir." Damien voice caught.
"So, is that a yes?"
Damien hesitated, thinking it over. He did want his secret to stay secret, and he wasn't exactly against the idea of his hunky teacher having sex with him, but the way this was happening was so... sleazy. So... manipulative. Still, if his secret got out, what would happen? His whole life would fall apart. He wouldn't be able to see Tommy anymore, he'd be arrested... his mother could be found out if eyes were put on him...
"If I do this, sir, and we're... friends, or whatever, the rumors will go away?" The wolf boy said, hid voice small.
"Oh, most certainly. You have my word."
"Okay, sir. I'll do it.”
"Wonderful." Mr. Johnson said, his toothy smile spreading wider. "Then let's make this a date. Tomorrow night, I'll take you home after school. Tell your mother I had a last minute emergency and need you to watch my son. He is actually out of town at a week long event with his mother at a special needs camp so we'll have the whole place to our selves. We'll go out to eat, and then come back and... enjoy each others company."
"Ok, sir."
"Good, I'll see you then." The tiger released him and the wolf left the room, leaving the tiger grinning knives. "This is going to be fun."
***
When Damien got back into the hall, he felt dirty. Not just like, sweaty or physically gross, but... dirty in the way that he felt shame for liking cubs back before he told Mike and he was reassured that he wasn't a monster. The conversation had really creeped him out, and his teacher had made him feel like prey. Like, sure, he was a cubophile too, but this just felt... fucked.
Still, what choice did he have. If his secret got out, his life would be ruined. All because someone, somehow, knew something. He knew that Mike was going to he headed to the gym around now to get ready for after school football practice, and Damien made a beeline for the locker room.
There, he found his friend getting ready, he was currently half dressed and getting ready for practice.
"Mike." Damien almost barked to his friend.
"Hey, man, what's up?"
"Come with me. Now." his face was stone. he could feel himself scowling, but couldn’t help it. 
"What's wrong?"
"I'll tell you, just come." The bear nodded and followed his friend into one of the private bathrooms and closed the door behind him.
"Okay, now, what is it?" His face was flushed with worry for his friend.
"You had better tell the fucking truth. Did you tell ANYONE about Tommy? About me?" Damien said, starting to heat up. Feeling the panic of the situation setting in.
"What? No, why?"
"Someone knows. Mr. Johnson came and talked to me."
"Wait, the Tiger that teaches my English class?"
"Yes, and he said he knows all about me, and Tommy, and he threatened to let the rumor spread. Please, tell me it wasn't you." Damien could feel the tears from earlier returning, welling at  the corners of his eyes.
"Dude, it wasn't, I swear. Who else knows?" The look on Mike’s face looked genuine, at least.
"I have no idea, but... he says if I... have sex with him, then he'll keep it a secret." The wolf’s voice got small again, even the thought of Mr. Jonson’s intensity cowing him.
"Shit, dude. What are you going to do?"
"I... I don't have a choice, do I? If people find out..." tears started to fall then.
"Hey, hey, it's ok, we'll figure it out. Maybe there's something else you could do, or..."
"No, no, he knows everything. My only choice is to go through with it… What other option do I have, Mike? I mean... at least he isn't bad looking... maybe it won't be so bad."
A moment of silence weighed down on the two like a lead lined blanket.
"Well, just know, if it is ever too much, or if you change your mind, you can come to me, okay?” Mike said, hugging his friend. “Any time, and I'll be here for you."
"Thanks, man... I gotta get home." Damien said, wiping his eyes and resigning himself to his fate.
"Hey, call me later, okay? If you want."
"Okay, thanks."
The wolf went home, still feeling like he'd just taken a shower in slime, and the rest of the day dragged by. He did his best to distract himself, and even did an admirable job of hiding his feelings of impending dread from his mother over dinner, telling himself everything was going to be ok, but he couldn't fully shake it. He even lied through his teeth about the fake babysitting job, promising that he’d make sure to not miss any homework from it.
Finally, it was the next day, and the day passed in a blur. Damien actually hoped the day would be the usual long ass school day so that he’d have time to steel himself for what was coming, but apparently fate decided to fuck him over and give him the easiest,, fasted school day ever. Then finally the final bell rang, and he met Mr. Johnson at his car. As soon as he sat down the man's clawed hand gripped the boy's thigh, rubbing occasionally, higher each time.
"I think we will go straight to my house boy. I know I said we were going to eat out... but I think I would rather order in and skip to the main course." the usually calm, scholarly, studious English professor had returned to the predators tone as he said this. A growl rumbling through each word. the closer they got, the more the mans paw rubbed over Damien's crotch, and it might have just been the anticipation of everything going wrong, the fear, but he couldn't bring himself to even get hard, and simply endured it.
As soon as they got to the man's house and inside, the tiger grabbed the wolf and roughly pressed him against the wall, kissing him hard and shoving his tongue into his mouth. Damien knew it was coming, and tried not to fight back, but tensed up all the same.
"Ah, I've been looking forward to this. Now, let's get to the bedroom." It might not have been a direct command, but it sure felt like one .
He took the boy's hand and lead him down the hall, and when they got to the bedroom, the tiger was quickly pulling off his clothes, revealing his powerful body, his rippling muscles and thick, throbbing cock.
"Now, it's your turn."
The man stepped forward and started to unbuckle the boy's belt, his hands shaking in his eagerness, growling as he became more and more aroused, his excitement growing. He pulled the wolf's pants and boxers down in one motion, exposing his soft sheath and balls.
"Oh, perfect. You won’t be using that tonight anyway.” He shoved the boy backwards, onto the bed, and crawled up between his legs, licking his lips, his eyes full of lust. The predatory gleam in the tiger's eye made Damien's stomach churn, and he tried to remind himself that it would all be worth it, that once this was over, he'd be safe. The tiger reached over to his nightstand and pulled a bottle of lube out of the drawer and put some in his hand.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked, boy." The tiger then began to roughly work his fingers into the wolf's hole, lubing him up. Damien had fingered himself plenty of times, but it was so much rougher, the tiger's huge, clawed hands so big and thick.
After a very short time, barely enough for Damien to acclimate to the rough fingering, the massive tiger positioned himself between Damien's legs, and began to press the tip of his massive cock against the boy's hole. The lube did help, at least some, and he slowly began to penetrate the young boy, inch after thick inch of his enormous member pushing into him. The tiger grunted, and Damien moaned, the huge member forcing his tight hole open and pressing against his prostate, sending waves of traitorous pleasure up his body.
"Fuck, yeah boy… get ready."
The tiger began to thrust fast and hard, fucking the boy with powerful, hard thrusts, and soon he was moaning and grunting along with Damien. Damien moaned from the sheer ferocity of it, his ass burning as it was stretched, and he hated how he was getting aroused. Damien couldn't help but get hard as he was fucked, his cock throbbing and his balls tightening up. He almost wished he could dissociate from the whole situation, to go somewhere else as his body was used, but he couldn’t. He was stuck here in the moment.
Soon, the tiger was fucking him harder, his pace increasing, and he began to moan louder, and then suddenly and without warning the tiger thrust forward and let out a roar as his cock throbbed and shot thick ropes of cum deep inside the boy's ass.
Damien was moaning and panting, his own cock twitching as his balls emptied themselves. He had just cum without touching his cock, from a man blackmailing him, his whole body shuddering with pleasure and shame as his body twitched and jerked, the cum spurting out and covering his stomach.
The tiger leaned down and licked up the boy's cum, growling with lust.
"Such a sweet boy, and such a tight ass." After cleaning up the wolf's cum, the tiger moved up and forced him into another kiss, sharing Damien's cum with him. He then turned over and pulled Damien to his chest, spooning him.
"I could get used to this."
Damien wanted to protest, or complain, or just mentally check out, something, but he just couldn't. He was still so confused, and angry, and upset. He didn't want to be here, doing this, and yet... his body responded so eagerly. He couldn't deny the pleasure he'd felt, the way his body reacted. It was like a betrayal, and his whole body was still shaking with the force of his orgasm.
"Get some rest, boy. I'll wake you when the food gets here." With that, the tiger pulled the covers over them and they fell asleep, Damien somehow drifting off with a knot in his stomach.
After dinner arrived, the two of them sat on the couch, eating and watching TV. Mr. Johnson was a bit nicer, some of that dark lustful tone in his voice gone but Damien still didn't feel good. The whole thing was wrong, and he hated it. It didn't help that the man was still bare, the remnants of their earlier fuck still coating his cock.
Finally, the tiger turned the TV off and looked at the boy. "Damien, I want you to understand something. I know you aren't happy with this, and I'm sorry. But, I can't help it. You are just so beautiful, and sexy, and cute. I can't help but want to fuck you. I don't care about the blackmail. I just want to be with you, to have you. I... understand that after tonight if you don't continue to see me... but I do promise that you will not have to worry about word spreading, and I won't hold it over you. You might not have any reason to trust me, but I can promise you that. I'm not a bad guy. I just couldn't resist this opportunity."
"So, you won't say anything?"
"Not a word. This can be our little secret. And if you want to continue seeing me, then I promise, I'll be the best to you. I can... even modify your grades. Call in favors. You'd be surprised how easily a little knowledge can go."
"You... you have dirt on everyone don't you?"
"Well, not everyone, but enough. There's a lot of secrets at that school, and a lot of people that wouldn't want their dirty little secrets getting out. So, what do you say?"
Damien actually considered it for a moment. He was worried that if he rejected Mr. Johnson that he would back out and let word spread like fire... or that he’d hurt him… but he just... couldn't. He couldn't go through with this.
"I'm sorry, sir. I can't. I just... can't. I'm sorry, but... this is too much. I..." and Damien broke into a sob. He couldn’t stop himself , it just all started to come out.
If there was any disappointment in Mr. Johnsons reaction, it was shadowed by a renewed predators gaze. "A pity. I WILL be using you the rest of tonight, mind you. You can't back out of that."
Damien tried to grumble out some sort of noise of understanding, but the tiger suddenly grabbed him by the arm and roughly pushed him to his knees.
"On that note... open your mouth, boy."
The man's tone was rough and commanding, and the wolf complied, opening his mouth as his tears still stained his face, letting his teacher shove his cock in. The tiger held his head with both hands, thrusting his hips and fucking his face. He was so rough, his thick cock pounding into the wolf's mouth and throat. Damien was struggling to breathe, and could taste the cum and musk.
"Fuck yeah, boy. Swallow my cock. Fuck yeah." The tiger was groaning, his voice a low growl as he continued to face fuck the boy, his huge, throbbing member pulsing with every thrust. His cock was so big and hard, and his balls were slapping against the wolf's chin, filling his senses with the smell of his teacher.
After a few more minutes of brutal facefucking, the tiger pulled out, a line of drool and precum connecting his cock and Damien's lips, the boy coughing and gagging.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Now, get up."
Damien obeyed, standing up, and the tiger led him to the back of the couch.
"Bend over the back." The tiger said, and the wolf did so, bending over the back of the couch, his ass in the air, his cock dangling and dripping.
"Fuck, what a sexy ass."
Mr. Johnson said, his voice almost a snarl, and he pressed the tip of his cock against the boy's hole, sliding his fat, slick member into him. He was actually almost gentle at first, but quickly sped up, pushing deeper and deeper into the boy. He started to fuck him as hard as earlier, pounding his ass, his hips slamming into the wolf's thighs.
Damien was moaning, his voice muffled as the tiger's cock pushed deeper and deeper into him, the pleasure washing over him. It was a strange mix of disgust and desire, his body betraying him as his teacher pounded him.
The tiger was grunting and growling, his claws digging into the boy's hips as he fucked him, his huge cock throbbing inside the wolf's tight hole. He was pounding him harder and harder, and soon the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with the wet sound of the lube covered cock sliding in and out of the boy.
"Fuck yeah, boy. Fuck! Take it!" The tiger was thrusting harder and harder, his claws digging deeper, and he was groaning and growling, his breathing heavy. The boy was moaning, his ass filled with his teachers cock, and his own cock was throbbing again, precum dripping down onto the carpet, being forced out by his crushed prostate.
The tiger was getting closer and closer, and he was fucking the boy harder and harder, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. Suddenly, he roared and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside the wolf and cumming. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep into the boy's ass, filling him for the second time that night.
"Fuck, yeah, boy."
He was groaning, and the wolf was moaning, the feeling of the hot cum filling him driving him closer to the edge, but he held himself back. This was just his body reacting to stimulation, but he wouldn't let the man make him cum again. He was in control. He had to be.
"Fuck, yeah, boy. Fuck, that was good."
The tiger was panting, his cock still inside the boy, and his hands were still gripping his hips. The boy was panting as well, his own cock throbbing and leaking precum.
"Now, turn around."
Damien obeyed, turning around and facing the tiger, who was now stroking his cock, his eyes hungry and filled with lust.
"Now, clean me again."
The tiger growled, and the wolf knelt down and took the man's cock into his mouth. It tasted like lube, and his own ass, and this time the taste made him gag a bit, but he sucked it anyway. the longer this went on, the sicker it started to make him. The tiger was groaning, his hands resting on the wolf's head as he cleaned his cock, and after a minute he pulled back.
"Alright, that's enough. Now, get on the couch."
Damien obeyed, laying on the couch and spreading his legs, and the tiger climbed on top of him, straddling him.
"You look so sexy like that." The tiger growled, and started to stroke Damien's cock. he had held off earlier, but he was still so close. the pressure from the cum still inside him, the feeling of his stretched hole reminding his body that it hadn't finished yet, and keeping him from fully relaxing yet..
"Now, cum for me, boy." Damien was still resisting, but his cock was rock hard, and his balls were aching, and he could feel the need to cum building again.
"P-please sir, dont... please..."
"I know you want it, boy. I can see it. Now, cum for me. Cum for your master.” The tiger growled, and Damien was trembling, and he was so close.
"Please... p-please..."
Damien couldn't hold back anymore, and his balls exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting from his cock and landing on his chest. This orgasm almost hurt, it was like the fucked up situation he was in had tainted it, a wave of nausea accompanying the usually blissful release.
"Yes! That's it, boy!" The tiger was growling and stroking his own cock. He was close again too, and after a few more strokes he roared and came, his cum shooting up and covering the wolf's chest, mixing with the boys own fluids.
The two of them were panting, their chests heaving, and the tiger was staring down at the wolf with sated hunger in his eyes.
"That was so fucking hot, boy. I knew you'd enjoy it."
"I'm sorry sir, but... Please... just... when can we stop?" Damien said through his heavy pants, exhaustion and now fear starting to mix.
"…it's okay, boy. I understand. I'm sorry too. I can't control myself when it comes to you. But, I'll make it up to you. I promise."
Damien wasn't sure if that was a threat, or a promise the way the man said it, but either way he felt uneasy. The tiger climbed off of him and walked into the kitchen, leaving the boy laying on the couch, his heart racing. He didn't know what to do, or how to feel, but he knew he had to leave. He just couldn't go until he was released.
When the tiger returned, he was wearing pants and had a wet washcloth in his hand.
"Come here, boy. Let's get you cleaned up."
Damien cautiously obeyed, and the tiger wiped his chest and ass clean. When he was finished, he stood and tossed the washcloth to the floor.
"There, all clean. Now, put your clothes on and we'll go for a drive."
The tiger handed him his clothes, and he obeyed, dressing as the man watched. Once he was dressed, the tiger walked to the front door and opened it, gesturing towards Damien.
"After you, boy."
Damien hesitated, but he didn't want to upset the tiger, so he obeyed, walking out the door and towards his car. The tiger followed, and they both got into his car. As the wolf was buckling his seatbelt, the tiger grabbed his hand and placed it on his crotch.
"Feel that, boy? Feel how hard I still am? That's all for you."
Damien wanted to pull his hand away, but he was frozen, his hand trapped between the tiger's paw and his hard cock.
"Do remember this boy. Any time you change your mind, and want to come back to me? Just say the word."
"I'm sorry, sir, but... I can't. I'm sorry. I have to go… please…” Damien was shaking, his whole body was, and his eyes were burning, tears welling up. He'd cried so much, but there were apparently plenty more. The tiger let go of his hand, and Damien quickly pulled it away.
"Then I guess we take you home now. Buckle up, boy."
"T-thank you... sir."
The tiger turned the car on, and drove down the street, heading for the boy's house. The drive was silent, and when the tiger parked outside the wolf's house and Damien got out, the tiger rolled the window down.
"Remember boy, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."
Damien looked at him, his eyes red, and nodded. "T-thank you, sir. I'll remember..." he just had to finish humoring him until he left. 
"Good boy." the man growled.
With that, and a sickening smile, the tiger drove away, leaving the wolf standing alone, in the dark, feeling very small and alone. He made his way inside, luckily it was dark and his mother had gone to bed already. He was certain he wouldn't be able to even look at her without breaking down.
He went straight to his room, locking the door, and collapsed on his bed. His body was shaking, and he could feel the tears starting to flow, and he sobbed into his pillow, his body wracked with sobs. He curled into a ball, his tail tucked between his legs, his ears plastered against his head, and he just cried.
He was so confused, and angry, and disgusted, and sad, and scared, and it was all too much. He felt like a failure, like a coward, like he'd betrayed himself. He was a failure, and a coward, and he'd let himself be taken advantage of, and he hated himself for it.
After a while, the sobbing subsided, and he felt drained, numb, and tired. He crawled under the covers, still fully dressed, and tried to sleep, but it didn't come easy… When it finally did, his dreams were filled with the tiger, his claws, teeth, and his cock, all piercing him, and darkness consuming him.
He awoke with a start, panting, and his body was coated in sweat, and he was still dressed. He stripped, and went to the bathroom, and washed up. He couldn't meet his eyes in the mirror, and he quickly dressed again and went back to bed laying there exhausted but sleepless, staring at the ceiling, the events of the evening continuing to replay in his head.