It was the late morning, roughly around 10pm, when the sleek cherry red Vauxhall Astra pulled up outside a quiet suburban house, settled in between a row of other houses of similar stature. From the passenger seat at the front of the car, a young 12 year old Quilava stared across the path leading up to the house's porch, scanning across the cleanly cut grass, the metal circle of a sprinkler nestled within the dirt, the recently newly planted tree surrounded by a small little fence. It was like any other home along the street: quiet and unassuming.

"Are you sure you're up for this, sweetie?" A warm and feminine voice caught the Quilava's attention and then boy turned to stare over at his mother, a fully evolved Typhlosion, who sat at the steering wheel in fairly modest summer clothes. The heat of the sun overhead seeped through the wind-shield of the car and warmed the Quilava's bare lower legs, and the cub hesitated at her question, face twisting as he tried to come up with the words.

"Y-Yeah." He eventually agreed and nodded, and his mother frowned, her eyes filled with concern.

"You don't sound very sure," She began, before reaching out and putting a hand on his arm in an effort to support him. "Polo, honey, I don't want to force you."

"No, it's okay." The Quilava spoke with a firmer, more confident tone. "I want to, Mom."

"...Okay." She smiled and leant over to kiss him on the forehead, before she popped her seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Polo followed her from his side, shutting the car door behind him and circling around to the back, where his mother opened the boot and pulled out a shoulder bag. She handed it to him and the Quilava boy heaved it along, adjusting his shorts and hoodie as he followed her up the path to the porch, his heart hammering in his chest with every step.

There, they waited on the porch as Polo's mom rang the doorbell. It didn't take long for the silhouette of a man to appear behind the dainty curtain over the window of the front door. There was the faint sound of jingling keys before the door swung open, revealing a man of particularly tall stature. When the Quilava saw him, his heart sank.

Carter Adams, or Mr. Adams to most, was Polo's science teacher and a anthropomorphic variant of a Lycanroc of fairly average proportions and a vivid twist of red and white fur, clad in a dark red polo shirt and a pair of regular fit trousers. No-one could say he was bad at his job-- he'd been employed at Acorn Woods Middle School for the past 5 years without any hiccups on his record, but those who knew him a little more personally or who had received the pleasure of his company in private knew he was not a good man. Polo quivered on the spot just looking at him, less out of fear and more of apprehension of what was to come. 

"Hello, Carter," Polo's mom smiled and gently patted her son's back encouragingly, and Mr. Adams stepped to the side with a grin, his eyes fixing on the Quilava for a moment, the spiky fur atop his head that curled upwards from his back like an armadillo shell bristling and swaying slightly in the cool breeze from the outside. He swept his hand in the direction of his home, pointing down the hallway with his clawed hand.

"Come on in, Polo. Make yourself comfortable whilst your mom and I have a chat." He spoke with all the warmth and friendliness you'd expect from a teacher, and Polo awkwardly shuffled inside, hesitating briefly to catch a glance at his mother before moving into the living room. Carter watched him go before turning to smile at the Typhlosion, who looked relieved.

"Thank you for taking him for the weekend, Carter," She sighed, looking grateful. "I really need to make this business trip and he really needs the tutoring."

"It's no problem at all, Allison," He assured her with a charming, infectious grin. "I'll make sure he gets his grades up to speed, don't worry."

"Thank you," She praised him again and then stuffed a hand into her pocket, retrieving a small piece of paper. "On here is a list of his favourite foods and allergies, fish being the big one. I usually get him to bed by 9pm but he likes to stay up a little longer so I'd suggest checking in on him after an hour to make sure he's gone to sleep."

"You got it. I'm not a fan of fish anyway and, well, a teacher's schedule doesn't afford late nights," He took the paper from her, scanned it, and then placed it into the chest pocket of his dark crimson polo shirt.

Polo's mother warmly smiled before she turned and trotted back down the porch steps, heading back towards her car. Polo stood at the living room window and watched her walk towards her car without even looking back, slipping into the driver's seat. She honked her horn in farewell and then pulled out from the sidewalk, the car slowly disappearing from view. Polo's heart hammered harder and harder as he watched her leave, his breathing low and heavy. He knew what was going to happen, or would eventually happen over the weekend.

Polo heard the man step into the living room and he turned to face him, keeping his hands down by his sides and trying to look as relaxed as he could manage. In truth, Polo was a particularly shy individual and he didn't know the teacher all that well-- at least, not outside of school. He averted his gaze when the Lycanroc smiled and looked him up and down.

"Ready to get started?" The teacher asked, shifting on his feet as he moved towards the door on the adjacent wall, leading into the kitchen. "Want a drink? Water, soda, anything like that?"

"Um...no. Thanks." The Quilava brushed him off and placed the shoulder bag on the arm of the couch, rummaging through and retrieving several books and a small pencil case. Whilst the primary intention of staying at Mr. Adams' house over the weekend was due to his mom's business trip, his mother also thought it'd be a good chance for him to get one-on-one tutoring with his science teacher-- it was no secret that the Quilava's grades were slipping in this one particular subject, but his mother didn't really know the reason for it, nor did Polo want to fess up.

Carter returned from the kitchen with a can of soda and cracked it open, taking a swig before placing it on a coaster on the coffee table. He sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him, encouraging the Quilava to take a seat. Polo visibly hesitated before he decided not to make things awkward. He sat beside the man and eased open the textbook he'd pulled from his bag, flipping through the pages until he was on the topic they had been learning in class.

"Alright..." The teacher began, putting an arm around the Quilava and deliberately getting a little closer as he leaned towards the textbook to read. "If I remember rightly, you were having trouble with... retaining information for tests, right? I don't remember you having much trouble when we were going through this in class."

"I, um..." Polo began, unsure how to word what he wanted to say-- the hand around his shoulders didn't help. "I'm just forgetting the types of rocks and how fossils are made..."

"Well, here, let me explain it to you." The Lycanroc began, sliding his hand down from the Quilava's shoulder and towards his hip as he reached out with his other hand to flick through the pages of the book, scanning for what he was looking for.

Mr. Adams and Polo spent the next couple of hours going over a branch of the science curriculum for middle school students known as 'Earth Science', which effectively covered all things to do with the planet they walked on, such as the types of rocks, the way the Earth's 4 spheres interacted, how fossils are formed, and how the Earth and Moon stay in orbit. Though they hadn't had branched out towards the astronomy part of things, for it was still fairly early into the school year and they were still going over previous subjects. 

Polo showed a fairly limited understanding as Mr. Adams attempted to convey the lessons he'd already taught in class. Polo wasn't necessarily bad at Science-- it was the nature of his teacher that made it difficult to concentrate. Polo was always on guard in his class since the teacher had eyes on him, metaphorically speaking. He always singled Polo out when he was walking around and watching them work and that had made Polo nervous on more than one occasion. When left alone, like in his other classes, his academics were slightly above average.

As Carter went over the subject of the Earth's 4 spheres and explained in detail how they interacted, his hand idly wandered and threw off Polo's concentration. The Quilava simply nodded along and tried to avoid the feeling in his gut that made his uncomfortable. Satisfied that Polo was understanding, Carter flipped through the book and eventually paused on a page depicting a diagram of the Earth's crust, along with an additional diagram displaying 3 different rock formations.

"Alright, the types of rocks...So, the three types of rocks we see on Earth..." Carter began, his fingers roaming just a little bit more as Polo squirmed uncomfortably, acutely aware of where that hand was going. "Igneous, Sedimentary, and Metamorphic. All you have to remember is that Igneous comes from magma, Sedimentary is layered, and Metamorphic is rocks that change under heat, pressure or a chemical reaction."

"R-Right..." The boy trailed off, trying to focus on the words on the page. He should arguably be more grateful-- Carter was spending his weekend trying to coach him. Polo could have just been left at home with a babysitter. If anything, he should be thanking him, right? But there was always something strange about the way his teacher treated him. Mr Adams' hands always strayed a little too low, touched in places that made Polo uncomfortable and caused his cheeks to flush. He'd never said anything about it to anyone, and maybe he should have, but in that moment all he could do was keep quiet as the man talked.

"Let's imagine a cliff, for instance," The teacher began, his free hand sliding in towards Polo's inner thigh, brushing towards the hem of his shorts before sliding back up again. "Those cliffs have been there for hundreds of years, over time more dirt and more stone layering on top of it. What type of rock do you think those cliffs are?"

"Um..." It was hard for Polo to concentrate, considering where the teacher's hand was, but he tried his best to ignore it as he answered the question. "Layered, so...sedimentary?"

"That's right," Mr. Adams beamed, pushing the mass of his body against the Quilava's own in some sort of affectionate squeeze. "You can think of it like this: igneous rocks tend to be near the centre of the Earth, whilst sedimentary is more often than not the layers of crust that make up the land we walk on. Metamorphic tends to hover in between them, but closer to the Earth's crust."

"Okay..." Polo hoped he was starting to get it, but it was difficult to really cement it into his brain when his mind was focusing on other matters: like a perverted man's roaming fingers. He squirmed again but the man's grip affirmed itself on his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.

"Such a good boy..." The Lycanroc murmured under his breath. "Do you think you should get a reward for answering the question right?"

"I-I feel we've only just started, Mr. Adams, sir..." The Quilava stammered back, his heart pounding harder and harder in his chest as those fingers inched closer towards his loins. Polo wanted to squeeze his legs together, his instinct cried out for it, but the thought of locking the man's hands between his legs and giving him what he wants scared him more. The anthropomorphic canine growled quietly and Polo felt the man's hot breath against the top of his head, and the damp of his nose shortly thereafter.

"Positive affirmation, Polo," Carter insisted. "Just like you give a dog treats for doing something right, you should get a treat for answering my question correctly...can you imagine what treat I want to give you?"

Polo quivered under the man's predatory nature and clamped his mouth shut when the Lycanroc's hand immediately traveled to his crotch, cupping over his young package through his coarse shorts. The 12 year old whimpered under his breath as he felt the man's nose trail down towards his cheek, quickly replaced by the wetness of a long, wide tongue dragging up his short fur.

"Um..." Polo tried to angle his head away as best he could, but Carter merely followed him, leaning over his 12 year old body. "Y-You're making me uncomfortable."

"It's just a little reward for being so good, Polo. Don't fight it." Carter sounded gentle, but his hands were a little more forceful. He reached up with his left hand, his right still firmly sitting on the Quilava's crotch, and he cupped Polo's head, forcing him to look at him. Polo caught a glimpse of his bright, cherry red eyes before he tugged Polo in towards him, their muzzles meeting in a forced, awkward kiss.

Polo had never kissed anyone before-- he was a shy kid and the thought of relationships with his peers was more or less off limits, if he was ignoring the fact that he had no friends or real social connections in the first place. So, to have his very first kiss taken by his teacher was both violating and disappointing all at once. Combined with Mr. Adams' overbearing nature and the way he was manhandling the boy, Polo was practically helpless in his hands and could do nothing but accept what was happening.

Carter was, for want of a better word, explorative. His wandering tongue wanted to taste every inch of both the Quilava's own tongue as well as his inside of his mouth, to the point where he was eager to force his appendage past Polo's lips, much to the Pokémon's protest. As his tongue roamed, his hands did much of the same, stroking and squeezing up Polo's fairly androgynous body and curling towards his behind, which felt fleshy and full. His fingers picked and pulled at Polo's clothes and the Quilava instinctively resisted him at first, trying to keep his hoodie down and his shorts around his waist, but the disparaging difference in both their experience and strength became ultimately clear as the Lycanroc slowly but surely worked he cub's shorts from his hips and down his legs, where Polo couldn't reach thanks for the mass of an adult body against his own.

"Mm, look at those thick thighs and that gorgeous ass..." Carter parted their kiss to speak, his hands tucking under Polo's legs to lift them up and spread them apart so that he could settle in between. Polo tried to squeeze his legs shut or cover himself, thankful that his underwear was still on, but there was little that he was able to hide. Mr. Adams' hands moved towards the hem of his hoodie and he tugged it up, tangling the Quilava's arms and hands in his own top. Carter tugged it all the way over his head and then left it there, with Polo's face obscured and his arms pinned. The boy struggled a little bit quickly found that it was a bind he couldn't get out of.

"Mr. Adams, sir, I'm stuck." The boy begged for release, but Carter's eyes were on the cub's androgynous, lithe body. He ran his hands down the contours of the 12 year old's flesh, tracing the bumps of his ribcage and travelling towards his belly button, licking his lips in anticipating. He could feel Polo trembling under his touch, twisting and turning as he instinctively recoiled from where his fingers lie. 

Polo squirmed with a greater ferocity over time, but he all but froze when he felt the teacher's fingers hook into the waistband of his underwear. He could feel them being tugged around his plump ass and past his hips, and felt the cool breeze against his crotch, a sign of his complete, total nakedness. His skin prickled as he nervously expected a touch-- something, anything to indicate what was happening beyond the darkness of his hoodie.

It was then that he felt it-- the gentle, sensual touch to his upper pelvis, two clawed fingers travelling the distance between his belly button and crotch. Slow, aching movements that had Polo tensing and trembling as they drew closer and closer to his boyhood. He could hear his teachers low authoritative breaths, intermingled with the occasional hum of delight, soft and barely audible. Those digits inevitably touched with the plumpness of the Quilava's sheath, young and pubescent, and Polo couldn't help but whimper.

"You're so beautiful..." The Lycanroc murmured, and Polo soon felt the man's nose and tongue dragging along his chest and rapidly trailing down, passing his stomach in a matter of seconds and quickly meeting with his crotch. The hand that toyed with his package ducked underneath to cup his balls as the man's warm tongue dragged along the underside of his little sheath, deliberately flicking upwards once it reached the top. Polo could only endure so much before his body instinctively reacted, much to his dismay. Slowly and steadily, the Quilava's small cock began to slide from his sheath and pulse to life, growing from a tiny red tip that Mr. Adams made sure to give his undivided attention. The member surged under his assault and warmly throbbed to full mast in the teacher's mouth, sliding along the length of his tongue as it grew to it's 3 and a half inch length, complete with swollen knot. 

"N-No..." Polo whimpered under his breath, squirming within the confines of his tied hands and hoodie as the man bobbed and slurped along every pubescent inch of his cock, causing his member to instinctively throb and twitch. He couldn't deny it was pleasurable, and under other circumstances, with someone else, he might have enjoyed it-- but all he could feel was the nauseating sensation of being violated, mixed with the delicate pleasure that tingled along his spine and body-- a feeling that should have been good, yet felt wrong. The Quilava attempted to curl his feet inwards and lever the teacher off his member with his paws, but the Lycanroc's hands quickly snapped to his ankles and forced them apart and down, keeping the boy well spread as he pushed his mouth all the way to the knot. He stuck out his tongue, dragging it as far down as the cub's balls before sliding it back up again.

After a few moments that felt like minutes to Polo, Mr. Adams pulled himself from the cub's member and admired the way the spit-covered dick twitched against the boy's body, occasionally surging with enough arousal and blood to stand to attention, if only a little, before limply flopping down again. The perverted teacher loosened his grip on the boy's ankles and dragged his hands further up towards his knees, gripping beneath them and pushing the boy's legs up as far back as he could go so he could get a look at the real prize he was yearning for: the winking, periodically clenching pink button that sat between the Quilava's slightly thick cheeks.

"Mm, there it is..." The Lycanroc licked his lips and wanted nothing more than to bury his face between those ass cheeks, but he instead removed his right hand from the boy's leg and brought it to his mouth, slathering two digits in a thick film of spittle, making sure to cover them completely. Then he lowered them, travelling them past the boy's balls and taint until his fingertips met with the tight entrance. Polo instinctively arched his back and Mr. Adams felt the boy's entrance distinctively clenching against his digits, a testament to his tightness and virginity. The mere thought delighted Carter so much that his body very trembled, just for a moment, and his loins ached to be touched. He turned his attention to the task at hand, however, and after parting his digits so that only one remained, he pushed firmly forwards and watched with an immeasurable joy as the cub's tight ring stretched to accommodate him, swallowing his finger up to the first knuckle.

Polo wasn't sure what felt worse-- the discomfort of an intrusion he didn't necessarily want, the sickening feeling of being used to readily by a teacher he was meant to trust, or the strange pleasure it brought him that had his little cock twitching against his stomach. The further that finger dived, the more that other sensations rose and others fell to the back, most notably that discomfort that had his ring clenching as tightly as he could purely out of bodily instincts. Polo groaned from within the prison of his hoodie and writhed in an effort to get himself out of it, his face flushed and his eyes teary, but try as he might he remained firmly stuck. Carter made no attempts to free him-- he was much too enamoured with the feeling of that tight hole spasming around only one digit. Mr. Adams was excited for what was to come.

He pushed and pushed, sinking his digit all the way until the final knuckle, gauging how Polo would react. Of course, the boy reacted the way any 12 year old virgin would: he whimpered and squirmed, his free leg trying to push himself back in an attempt to get the digit out of him. Unfortunately, such a thing was impossible-- Polo lay almost flat against the touch and the only direction he could push himself was into one of the arms of the seat itself, effectively boxing himself in. He tried to roll, but the hand still clutching his leg made all leverage impossible. As he tried to think of another way out, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden spike of pleasure that he had never expected. Unbeknownst to him, the Lycanroc's finger had curled and pressed onto the most delicate spot imaginable, sending cascading waves of pleasure through the 12 year old's body, leaving him overwhelmed and groggy.

"You like that?" Carter murmured under his breath, his tone laced with lust as he curled his digit again. Polo didn't want to, but such a reaction was almost impossible to not vocalise: the sheer bliss that rushed through his body and shot out to every limb made him moan in a way he couldn't control. After the pleasure came irritation, then shame. It felt good, and he hated it. Carter didn't stop however, curling his finger over and over as he watched, a grin spread across his face, as the cub huffed and moaned beneath him, writhing against the couch in an altogether different way.

"S...Stop..." Polo tried to say from beneath the hoodie, but Mr. Adams ignore him. He tugged his finger back until the fingertip lingered on the edges of the boy's entrance, and he quickly joined with his middle finger, equally covered in spit, with the first. He pushed again, this time penetrating him with two digits, and Polo once again gritted his teeth and whimpered under his breath as the discomfort washed over him once more, sullying the pleasure he had felt mere moments ago. 

Carter didn't explore for much longer, nor did he abuse that little young prostate again. Instead, he merely slid his fingers back and forth as slowly and gently as he could muster beneath the intense lust that coursed through his body. Once he was satisfied that the boy was sufficiently lubed up spittle-wise, he pulled his hand back entirely and flipped the boy over. Polo struggled to resist him, but it was hard to when his own hands were tied-- with only a little difficult, the Lycanroc forced the Quilava onto his front and tugged him forwards, letting his upper torso rest against the arm of the couch, the boy's arms and head hanging off the end. Such a position made it difficult for Polo to sit comfortably and he did the only thing he could think to, the thing that Mr. Adams wanted: he steadied and propped himself up with his knees, effectively presenting himself.

Polo knew this was his only chance, and he tried to push himself forwards and propel himself from the couch, but Carter quickly snapped his hand forwards and grasped a portion of the boy's hoodie, pulling him back. Polo heard the teacher quietly tut, and felt the man's other hand squeezing his plump ass, spreading his cheeks with a greedy thumb and curling fingers. Polo had a slightly bigger ass than his peers and, presumably, that was what Carter liked, considering the way he manhandled them.

"What a lovely ass you have, Polo. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you..." Carter withdrew his hand and wrangled his belt, tugging until he had it loose. He quickly worked at the button of his trousers and then the zipper, shifting and moving to shimmy his trousers down enough to expose his pants and the large bulge within. He wrestled those down as well, straining to tug the front down enough as his member got caught within the elastic waistband. It eventually slipped free and swung upwards, his thick knotted cock-- at least 7 inches in length, maybe more-- standing at a near-horizontal angle, the tip sticky with pre-cum. Carter worked his hand over the length of his cock, slickening it up with his own fluids, before he angled it down and between the anthro Quilava's cheeks. Polo tensed up immediately as he felt the sudden warm heat slip between his ass cheeks and he struggled and squirmed as he felt a tapering tip prodding with his entrance. A hand clasped around his hip, followed by another on the opposite one, and he was forcibly tugged back onto a thick, twitching cock.

It was nothing like the fingers from before-- his teacher's member was as leave twice as thick and twice as long. Polo struggled to even accommodate past the tip, but Carter didn't relent, sliding himself deeper despite the Quilava's protests. Each whimper fell on deaf ears as Mr. Adams, friendly and kind as he was, focused entirely on his own pleasure. The man sighed to himself and squeezed those hips affectionately as he thrust himself roughly halfway into the boy. It was there that he stopped, but only for a moment, giving Polo a breath in time to adjust and relax himself before his teacher slid back, dragging his cock from the cub's innards until the tapering end sat up against the ring again. There was no warning when he pushed again, and Polo once more gritted his teeth and beared it.

Over time, it became easier. Little by little, those long and sensual thrusts, that never dipped beyond the halfway mark of Mr. Adams' cock, became less painful, the discomfort replaced by an aching sensation. The cock occasionally grazed against the boy's prostate in its thrust and it caused the boy to shiver, his member twitching weakly between his legs, his balls tucked up firmly against his body. Over time, Carter's thrusts grew deeper, passing beyond his previous limit and inching himself a little deeper into the cub's ass with every other thrust. His pre-cum slowly made his movements easier and Polo inevitably felt the pleasure growing stronger, his whimpers of protest turning into short, restrained grunts of pleasure and shame.

"That's it, just relax..." Carter groaned under his breath, admiring the boy's rippling cheeks with every thrust, the way his innards clamped and squeezed, the way his body looked so shapely and young. Carter thrust against him at a relatively steady pace, more or less fully sliding into him with every jut of his hips, his knot kissing with the cub's quivering entrance and accentuated their forbidden, one-sided sex with an audible wet slap. Those sounds and sensations were interlaced by the man's gentle groaning and Polo's own quiet grunts, every other deep thrust causing the cub's member to twitch and wobble until fine, minute droplets stained the couch beneath him. He didn't want to admit that his body was turned on. He didn't even want to think about it. Part of him just wanted it to be over whilst the other yearned for more.

Whether he truly wanted it or not, Polo was going to get his wish. Carter's thrusts slowly picked up speed over time as the man's gentle groans and warm sighs turned into huffs and pants, spurred on by his laboured, pistoning hips and squeezing hands. Polo wasn't to know that his science teacher had been holding himself chaste for him, for this moment, but it was a truth nonetheless-- Carter had held himself out for the day he'd get to be dick-deep in his latest obsession and he was finally getting what he wanted, and for a whole weekend no less. His balls, heavy with need, swung back and forth with his sliding hips, meeting with the cub's own on occasion as the wet slaps of his knot grew heavier and heavier.

"Mmh, that's it," The teacher panted, cocking his right leg up so that he could plant his foot firmly on the couch, the other resting on the floor. "I'm so close, Polo. Your lovely ass is going to make me bust all inside you..."

Polo had no idea what he was talking about, but the tone of it made his skin crawl. Mr. Adams' pants of pleasure turned into vocal, short moans with every other thrust as his pleasure reached its peak, his knot swelling, eager to tie. He pushed himself forwards with as much strength as he thought was suitable, careful not to injure the boy, and his gripping hands tugged the Quilava back on his knot. The bulbous base squished dangerously against the cub's entrance and, slowly but surely, Polo's ass was forced to stretch for the man's thick knot. After a few moments to struggling, whimpering and moaning, the knot popped past the tight ring and Carter openly sighed, his grip loosening slightly on the boy's hips as his knot throbbed and pulsed to critical mass.

With a couple of quick backwards tugs to encourage his member, Mr. Adams orgasmed inside of his student, painting the Quilava's inner walls with this thick, potent cum as his member swelled and throbbed against the boy's prostate. Polo quivered and trembled and a feeling rushed over him, a sensation he was familiar with since he'd learned to masturbate-- he was climaxing as well, roughly at the same time as his teacher. Barely much came from his member, but what little he did produce dribbled onto the couch beneath him in a series of low-arching droplets, barely making much of a mess. Much of Carter's own load remained firmly locked inside Polo's ass, with thanks to the teacher's large knot. The two were left panting for entirely different reasons and Mr. Adams eventually pulled back, curling an arm under the boy's body and heaving him upwards.

Carter swung himself backwards and landed unceremoniously on the other side of the couch, doing his best to stretch his legs out so he could kick his pants from his person as the Quilava sat atop him, firmly tired and naked. Supporting him with one hand, Carter reached up and wrangled the boy's limbs free from the hoodie and by extension his head, reveal a hot-faced Quilava, his cheeks damp with tears from the violating and moderately painful sex. A numbness had pooled within his ass and loins, so it didn't feel as bad as it could have. Perhaps it was the teacher's hard pounding that had done that to him.

"Good boy..." Mr. Adams groaned into the Quilava's ear-hole as he reached his hands up and roamed the boy's androgynous body, stroking along his chest and stomach, before he reached for the book on the table and held it out in front of the boy.

"Shall we continue?" Just like that, he was back to teaching-- though Polo wouldn't forget what had transpired, especially since he was completely naked still.

Mr. Adams taught Polo all he could manage, which spanned several chapters, whilst they remained tied. When the Lycanroc had sufficiently deflated enough to pull himself from Polo's ass, he left the boy take a break in more ways than one and left him to lie on the couch whilst he made lunch in the nude. He whipped up a mean bacon and scrambled eggs, and with some coaxing Polo eventually ate his food with a drink of orange juice. After they sat around for a little longer-- which primarily entailed Mr. Adams putting on the television and lewdly manhandling the boy for a little-- Carter suggested that Polo take a shower and get himself cleaned. The Quilava seemed grateful for some privacy and quickly adjourned upstairs. Carter wouldn't force him to come back down, but he'd coax him around later. He had a feeling the boy would be up there for a while.

Just as he was about to clean up, however, he got a call on his cell phone. It was a number he recognised, of course-- the caller ID said it was Polo's mother. He picked up immediately.

"Allison, hello," He greeted her as warmly as he could manage. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine! I just wanted to check in to see how Polo was doing. I've just got to the hotel so I thought now would be a good time." She responded, and Carter hard the sounds of her unpacking her suitcase.

"It's going fine. I think he's taking some of what I say on board, but he seems a little...nervous." Carter didn't mention what else had happened of course, since he didn't want her to know. He couldn't help but idly fondle himself as they spoke however, his mind wandering to the Quilava's bubbly ass.

"Good. I'm glad to hear it. He honestly needs all the help he can get with science, really," She mused over the phone. "He's been behaving okay?"

"Well, you know Polo," Mr. Adams continued. "He's a little shy at the best of times."

"I know. I just worry for him." She hummed.

"I understand. Trust me Allison, I'm giving him the best tutoring I can." 

"I believe you, Carter," She sounded pleased. "I should go, I haven't eaten and the café downstairs is open. Oh, the smell of bacon and fresh bread is divine...!"

"Alright. Well, I'll call you if there's any problems." He assured her, his finger idly swirling around the tip of his member. 

"I'll speak to you tomorrow then," She replied amicably. "Oh, and one other thing, Carter..."

"Hmm? What's that?" He drifted his eyes down to his growing crotch, expecting her to say something fairly benign.

"Try to go a little easy on him. I want to make sure he's walking straight come Monday."