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NJ leaned back in his thick leather office chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. Grading papers was the only part of his job he truly loathed entirely. He wanted to engage with the students, see the spark in their eyes as they learned things, as they got confident in their abilities. Grading the papers that got them there, however, was painful. Made him feel useless, because no matter what happened on these, it didn't indicate what their actual abilities were.
In the world of Art, everything was subjective. Whether these students went on to become Artists themselves, or Art historians, or even Art restorers... It didn't matter. It wouldn't be affected by whether they could identify one of 18 possible intents a classical artist had behind their work.
Sighing heavily, he tossed his glasses onto the stack of half-graded papers and turned the desk lamp off. "These are a tomorrow-me problem" he said aloud. As he grabbed his coat and put it on, he rolled his neck and shoulders out, acutely aware of how stiff his whole body was getting at this point in his career. He had no interest in romance, at the moment, simply because it was the busiest time of the year for him, so dating wasn't an option. But fuck if he couldn't use a good physical expenditure right now. He knew he should, he knew it would help him feel less... stuck... in his life. But with sex usually came feelings, that he usually didn't reciprocate, which usually caused problems... and usually ended in disaster.
NJ locked his office, and shuffled out towards his car, nodding at students as they tipped their heads at him respectfully. 'When did I become such a boring old man?' he thought to himself grimly, sliding into the driver seat and tossing his briefcase into the passenger side. Staring at the steering wheel, his face soured even more. 'No, seriously. I grade papers, I barely say a word to anyone I walk by unless I recognize them from class, and I go home every night to a dark house and dates with take-out menus.' The engine purred to life as his thoughts spiraled, pulling out of the parking lot on auto-pilot. 'I used to be so fun! I sang, I danced, shit I even showed up to underground rap contests... Now I... I have plants? And grade papers?'
Pulling up to a convenience store, he was oblivious to the world around him, walking mindlessly to grab his favourite instant noodles and checking out without even a nod to the clerk.
Throwing the bag of noodles over his briefcase, they landed with a sad plop. His eyes drifted over and stared for several seconds before he sighed and looked at his surroundings. Around the corner he could hear young, enthusiastic voices, pitching up in their excitement. He rolled his window down a smidge to hear their conversation.
"You have NO idea what you're missing! Like, seriously, they have the HOTTEST-"
"Bro that's not even the best part. You can get PAID! Like TIPS if they-"
"YEAH! See this bag? I totally paid for this full-out, with ONE night"
A more timid voice, probably the one they were trying to convince into whatever it is they were talking about, spoke up after that.
"Yeah but... BREEDING? I just.. is that.. That can't be a thing, right? Like, for you I get it but I'm a guy you know? Doesn't that... idk ruin the illusion?"
Hearing the word 'breeding', NJ's ears perked against his will and he strained his ears even harder. The convincing voices continued.
"Nahh they don't give a fuck, man, shit half the bottoms in there are guys too. Some of the breeders are even WOMEN! Seriously man, just. Give it a chance. Best case scenario, you finally get laid."
"Hey!"
"AND WORST case scenario, you get PAID."
NJ Laughed to himself. 'Gotta admit, both scenarios would be ideal... I sure as hell would tip generously for a good-wait. Shit am I seriously imagining that right now?' A gentle twitch in his lap was his body answering for him. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, before pulling out his phone and typing into the search bar.
'I'll just... Look around. See if it's... legit. For later. Some other time.' He practically chants that to himself as a mantra the whole drive. When he pulls into the parking lot of the nondescript club, his fingers slip down the steering wheel numbly.
'Just... gonna look. Just a peek. That's all, not getting into anything, I'm a university professor for gods sake I shouldn't go to things like this right? This is crazy. Just looking. Looking can't hurt...'
The next few minutes are a dizzying blur, and NJ doesn't recall much of what happened. One minute he's showing ID and information at the front, the next a small woman is guiding him through the halls with a hand lightly on his back, and then before he knows it he's been gently pushed into a dimly lit room glowing with a soft purple light with no idea what the fuck is supposed to happen. As he glances up and around, a door in the back opens from what he thought was a solid wall, and a staff member asks if he's "ready" and hands him a clipboard to sign. Reading the page, he realizes it's a list of hard and soft limits, alongside a short description of the "traffic light" safe word system. Hands sweating, heart racing against his chest, NJ signs the page swiftly and wipes his palms on his pants as the staff member leaves.
'No, just... looking. Just gonna... look. I won't touch, just look... Just here to loo-'
His thoughts are interrupted as the same staff member returns, escorting a blindfolded person with him. NJ watches, wide-eyed, and takes in the new addition. He's a male, athletic build, a softly defined 6-pack visible even in the low lighting. He's being lead by a collar and leash, NJ realizes, his cock twitching in interest. Eyes drifting back up, there's a black satin blindfold secured tightly to his face, black hair falling around the back of it. A set of black bunny ears adorn the top of the head, and look so natural and sexy that NJ's pants don't just twitch... they get actively tighter. A glint on the lips gives away a lip piercing, but that's nothing compared to the sexy sleeve of tattoos covering one arm. One strong... well defined and muscled arm. The staff member pushes the man on the bed, and clips the leash to a bar at the head of it, forcing the man to his hands and knees to keep from choking himself. He quickly crawls up the bed, drops his chest, and pushes his ass towards the front of the room. Stopping short of the headboard, NJ realizes with a jolt that he's clearly done this before.
And NJ likes that. Can feel his cock swelling even further thinking about the implications of that. His 'Just gonna look' mantra chanting loudly in his head, he takes a few steps forward to get a better look. He's not disappointed. His breath hitches loudly in the quiet room, echoing, as he realizes there's a matching black bunny tail twitching from where a hole should be.
'Shit... is that a plug? Fuck he's probably slick and prepared... I could just- NO. Just looking. Just gonna look. Just... I could probably... touch it with my hand right? Yeah that's safe. Just to feel the fluffiness...'
As he reaches his hand out, he realizes he'll have to kneel on the overly large bed to reach the tail. Well, can't be helped right? He gently leans his weight on one knee on the bed, hand reaching for the tail slowly. When he makes contact, he doesn't expect it to twitch in response, but it does.
'Fuck... so real... so hot...'
The man attached to the tail lets out a breathy hah, and says in a whisper, "Hi... I uh... I'm Bun. I like... I like it like this, if that's alright... I can take it off if not..."
NJ blinks, not expecting him to speak, 'Didn't the rules say no speaking?', and can't help the slight growl that escapes his throat at the idea of this tail, this sexy twitching tail, disappearing yet.
Gruffly, he speaks up to reply, "Don't. I... ah... I like this. Also. A lot."
"Mm" murmers Bun in response, "Then... would you... would you like to breed this Bunny?"
A hip wiggle mesmerizes NJ as his cock throbs, reminding him of how aroused he was in this moment, and becoming even more so at the thought of breeding this Bunny. Lust clouded his thoughts, mantra forgotten momentarily, as he looks down and pictures thrusting into the little Bun's hole, tail tickling his cock and stomach with every push. Eyes glancing up he pictured the ears getting folded over against the headboard... pictured the Bun losing control underneath him and begging to be filled... pictured suddenly a swollen belly...
Shaking his head, his own belly full of fire, NJ tugged lightly on the tail experimentally. When the bunny whimpered, he leaned his clothed body against his hips and let the tail rub against his cock through his pants. The contact was faint, but he could feel the heat of the body against him and instinctively rutted against him softly.
"Please... I'll be a good Bun for you, I promise. Please... Please breed me?"
NJ cursed, hands gripping the bun's hips firmly, threatening to bruise if he squeezed just a LITTLE tighter. He tried not to think about how beautiful this little black furred bunny would look with purple spots all over him. Tried not to think about how hot that would look knowing he put them there.
Looking down, he saw how eager the little Bun was, pressing his ass against him desperately, and wanted so badly to take him right then. Seeing the wet spot forming on his slacks, he cursed and pulled away. The bun whimpered, tried to shuffle his ass closer, but the leash jerked his collar and stopped him.
As he gazed longingly at the beautiful Bunny, knowing he would be SUCH a good boy, such a good little Bunny and let him breed him full over and over, he shook his head and repeated his mantra again. 'Just looking. Not touching. Not fucking. Just looking.'
He stood up, his weight leaving the bed, and apologized. "Sorry... I'm sorry... I... you're so fucking... Shit. You're hot, you're so hot... Fuck I want to fill you up so bad"
The bun's whimpers send heat roaring through his belly.
"I... I can't. I can't... shouldn't. I shouldn't... Here, please, I'm sorry... Fucking hell you're so hot though... god..." NJ gently placed a generous tip in the hands of his Bunny, fingers trailing up the tattoos briefly, and he ran out as fast as he could, sliding into his car with a heaving chest and a throbbing cock.
"....fuck." he said, slamming his head against the steering wheel.