A loud electronic bell tolled the time. Such an intonation signaled the doom for some students and the relief of most others. "Pencil's down, turn in what you have," came the warm voice of the handsome-faced teacher behind the desk. Mr. Elliott Nutholder smiled almost magnanimously to his students. The squirrel high school teacher rose from his chair and slowly went around the room as the students passed their quiz papers up the desk rows to their peers, being certain that every paper would make it into their red-furred teacher's hands before they left.
 
As Elliott moved amongst his students' desks, his bushy tail flicked this way and that. It was almost like watching a ballet, his firm-looking body moving almost delicately between students and desks and chairs, hands snatching up papers here and there, tail completely managing to avoid object and student alike. Mr. Nutholder was very aware of his body and where it was, and this practiced awareness gave him the kind of grace most of the cheerleaders wished they could have now, if not some day in the near future.
 
Such unintentional flashiness always caught the eye of one of the classes larger students, a musclebound jock of a crocodile named Gerald. Gerald's eyes watched his teacher from his seat, not having moved much save for turning in his paper at the bell. When the wiry squirrel was positioned just right between chair and student, his bushy tail waved in the air, Gerald could see that perfect ass. Another flash of it and the crocodile's claws dug small rifts in the top of his desk to add to the collection the faux-wooden veneer had already accumulated from his covetous fantasies regarding Mr. Nutholder.
 
"Gerald?" the musclebound jock heard someone say. His eyes flicked over to its source, and noticed Mr. Nutholder standing closer than he had seemingly moments ago. Gerald was suddenly happy that his desk was in the way, lest the teacher see whatever wood he was definitely sporting.
 
"Class is over, Gerald, was there something you needed to discuss?" Elliott asked his student with that same friendly smile that made all the girls melt in their seats and some of the boys too. The crocodile was one such boy, and he squirmed subtly in his chair as all of the things he would have wanted to say to his teacher boiled up to the surface of his brain.
 
"No, sorry teach," the croc apologized instead, and shifted out of his chair in a half-slide in order to avoid letting Mr. Nutholder see the obvious tent that the teen was sporting.
 
Elliott chuckled as he watched his last student leave, picking up the crocodile's paper after the door closed behind the muscular hulk. "Ah, boys," he chuckled to himself. It was good that he preferred the males over most females as he tended to attract them quite often. They tried to hide it from him all of the time, but he knew. It was easy to see the looks in their eyes and the tents that they tried to cleverly hide whenever they entered or exited the classroom. It didn't help that Mr. Nutholder practically put on a show for them. He was sexy and he knew it, and didn't mind showing it off to anyone who wanted an eyeful.
 
"Speaking of which," Elliott said to himself, glancing at his watch with a frown. He was going to be late for his second weekend job if he didn't get everything packed away in time. It was unfortunate that being a teacher didn't pay him everything that he needed to get by and save money, but he was relatively new to the position. It had only been about a year or so ago that he signed on for his high school teaching career, and as anyone could tell you, the money was sad when you didn't have tenure in the public education system.
 
Some minutes later, the squirrel pulled his car into a parking space at his second workplace and he eased out of the vehicle, looking around. This area of town was shitty. It was the proverbial "other side of the tracks." Elliott pulled his jacket closed a little more against the winter chill and made sure there weren't any muggers about. Such a thing was a genuine concern in this part of town and even he had a few run-ins in the past.
 
Finally, he took a few steps toward the front door of the building, a large neon sign flashed "The Sack" above, with a crude depiction of some muscular guy carrying a closed sack over his shoulder. Elliott worked at a gay strip club in the shitty part of town, he chuckled to himself as this thought crossed his mind. The money was excellent, almost better than teaching were he ever to give up the more noble profession for this one. He also almost secretly enjoyed dancing for all of his fans, who always came back for more and more.
 
The door opened to warmer air inside. Alcohol, man sweat, and semen were the smells that assaulted the handsome squirrel's nostrils as soon as he slipped in through the door, along with a smoky after-taste that settled on his tongue. He was used to it by now, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to gag a little. He waved over to his boss, a boar that was working behind the bar today.
 
"Elliott! Good to see you, you're on in ten minutes buddy!" the squirrel teacher heard his boss call out from the bar, pouring his patrons some drinks in exchange for hard-earned cash. The squirrel gave a smile and waved it off. He would be on when he was ready and his boss knew it.
 
*****
 
Gerald sat in the crowd, arms crossed as he glanced around at the other folks he shared the same room with. He huffed a little, eager for the show to get started. Ever since he had watched his amazingly-erotic teacher do that dance after last bell, well, he was ready to spill his load on the floor like the rest of the patrons.
 
"Hey, relax, Ger!" the crocodile's friend laughed a little at the muscular jock's obvious discomfort and impatience, giving his friend a slap on the broad shoulder. Gerald looked over at his buddy with a smirk. John was a big lion, and it was easy to see why he and Gerald got along so well. They were on the same weight training team after all, both of them big and muscled in all the right places. They had even fooled around a little now and then, even though they preferred being friends and preferred smaller guys.
 
"Yeah, sorry dude, I'm tryin'," the croc replied with another huff, his pants still strained around his prominent erection as he imagined that ass again in his mind. "It's just that teacher, man, he gets to me, I just want him in my lap� I want to be in his lap!" Gerald rubbed the back of his scalie neck as the lion laughed a little louder at that. Other patrons crowded around in their own seats at their own tables, just as eager to see the show that was about to start any minute.
 
"Well relax, dude, I hear this show is so good, it'll make you forget your teacher boyfriend," the lion joked with a prod against one of the croc's pectorals. As if on cue, the lights dimmed. Music started up from the overhead speakers and a hidden announcer began to welcome everyone to the �party.'
 
"Good evening gentlemen, you lecherous hogs!" There was a pause for cheers and applause as everyone became wound tighter than a drum, ready for the eye candy. "It's cold out there, so you better keep your nuts warm! Or let us keep them warm for you!" The announcer continued, as the music changed to something more bass-heavy. The curtain moved aside suddenly and a handsome red squirrel suddenly strutted onto the stage in time with the music.
 
Gerald gasped, his eyes going wide, pupils dilating at what he was seeing. Mr. Nutholder was on the stage, in a sort of parody of his normal teaching clothes, glasses perched onto the bridge of his short muzzle. There was no mistaking this squirrel for someone else. Only Mr. Nutholder had the same sort of body type and grace that the croc was seeing on stage right at that moment. He watched, stunned as the same sort of dance the teacher had performed in the classroom to carefully collect quiz papers was mirrored here on the stage, in an exaggerated and erotic form. That bushy tail swayed upward everywhere, that ass pushed out against the fabric of dark slacks, and that muscled front pressed into the pole which was mounted to the middle of the stage.
 
Elliott smiled out to his crowd. It was the usual set of guys with their dicks out, stroking away to the very sight of him. He hated it, but loved it at the same time. It was a strange dichotomy of contradicting sensations in his brain. He danced to the music, swayed his hips this way and that, flexed his form in ways that would make guys leer over him if they could get close. It was too dark to see specific faces, but the outlines of bodies indicated that there had to be at least fifty� maybe sixty guys and a few girls all drooling at him from their seats. With a flick of his claws, he began to remove buttons as if they were flecks of dust on his fine stage shirt, letting them clatter to the stage below. They went crazy as more of his furry chest and midsection was suddenly revealed.
 
Gerald watched as the teacher's shirt fell off of his shoulders, fluttering to the stage and kicked away by one of the squirrel's footpads. Just as the croc had suspected, his teacher was rather built under those clothes. Pecs and abs showed through the fur, and they flexed beautifully as his body moved. "Fuck me," Gerald suddenly said to himself, though his friend heard over the din of the crowd, leaning in toward his bulky friend.
 
"What did you say?" John asked in a slightly-raised tone as the crowd hooted and howled at what was going on at the stage. The squirrel was grinding himself openly against the pole while doing a slow spin around it, which gyrated his hips as well as his upper body, and made his tail snake through the air in a wave. It was hypnotic. Gerald didn't even react to his friend's question until John delivered a punch to his shoulder.
 
"Fuck, that's my teacher, dude!" Gerald suddenly admitted to the lion, who blinked in reply before glancing back at the stage with wide eyes.
 
"Holy shit, that's Mr. Nutholder?" John replied, giving Gerald the same look of astonishment as the gator nodded. "Fuck me too, I can see what your issue is with that class."
 
At the stage, Elliott had kicked his game up a notch. He knew from experience that he had to keep things at a steady pace lest the crowd get too impatient. Of course, he couldn't give it all to them right away, otherwise there would be no show. He chuckled to himself and popped the button at his fly. At his crotch, the pants pushed outward further now that the button was popped. The audience watched with moist apprehension, drooling for more. With the button opened, Elliott knew that his bulge would do the rest. Slowly, the pressure grew too much for the zipper which was the last bastion of hope to hold back whatever was inside the red squirrel's pants.
 
Gerald and John sat there, transfixed by the absurd nature of it all. They both recognized this figure gyrating all across the stage as an instructor at their school. It almost felt wrong to be peeking into this private window of his life, even if they were both of age regardless. The croc's jaw dropped as he watched the zipper of Mr. Nutholder's slacks finally give up, pulled down all the way around something huge and cloth-wrapped which sprung out into the open and sagged down and between his thighs. "Holy fuck�" the lion jock next to the gawking crocodile student voiced his opinion on the matter.
 
Out of Elliott's pants, a truly enormous package had emerged. Despite its exposure, he knew that there was no way for anyone to tell just how big he was between the thighs as his whole endowment set was swaddled in a thong which he had to have specially-made just to keep his genitals in check. Exposed they were a wonder to behold on his relatively-small frame, but as they were now, it was eye candy. He kicked his pants off completely and used his bushy tail to flick them into the audience, who dove for them, fought over them. Elliott laughed a little as he turned and showed off his ass, thighs spread to let his massive nuts dip underneath so that no one in that audience would know what exactly to focus their attention on.
 
"Nuuuuutsack! Nuuuuuuutsack! Nuuuuuutsack!" Came the chant from all around the red squirrel. They wanted to see it, of course, that's why they were here. He laughed a little on stage and pretended to blush, hiding his face, and playfully covering up his groin area to the loud chagrin of the wound-up crowd.
 
Of course, this was a part of the act as well. His tail carefully hid what he was doing underneath, which was to slowly peel back the cup of his underwear to allow his enormous ball sack to spill out and down his thighs, until they hung about half way down his exposed thigh. This was also to be sure that he didn't reveal his member at the same time, carefully tucking it away in the waistband of the thong in order to keep it hidden. Some secrets he would keep to himself after all.
 
With a slow rotation, the pair of muscled jocks watched their teacher make a little spin around the pole, his tail lifting out of the way as he did so. With a leg lifted and wrapped around the dance pole, everyone got to see the huge nuts the squirrel had been toting the whole time, heavy against the dance pole, swollen with untold loads. The crowd erupted--mostly in cheers--and stood to applaud, to demand his attention as he started to walk off the stage into the back room, waving them off and slowly swishing his tail and his ass back and forth to be sure they all got a good view of his swaying sack as he made his exit behind the curtain.
 
John looked to his compatriot with a surprised look. "Well, Ger, fuck you for having an entire class with him every day," the lion laughed, punching his dumbfounded friend on the shoulder before he made a move to get up. The crocodile gripped the lion's shoulder suddenly, keeping him sitting.
 
"No, wait�" Gerald started, a look in his eyes causing the lion to shiver a little. "Let's go around back� I think I know how we can get into those pants� right now," his wide face split into a true croc smile as the lion smirked back.
 
"Well shit, let's go!" the lion replied, grinning just as predatorily as his friend had been as they both left their chairs and carefully stepped around tables, puddles of semen, and other patrons as they waited for the next act.
 
*****
 
The red squirrel had changed back into his street clothes. One act a night was enough to bring in the extra money he needed, and the boss was happy to let him stick to that schedule. He brought in the crowds after all. Jacket around his shoulders, he opened the rear exit to the parking lot� and almost ran into a familiar wall of muscle.
 
"Gerald!" Mr. Nutholder practically yelped, his blue eyes went wide as he saw who was next to him. The crocodile and the lion simply stood there and smiled knowingly. All hope that the two boys might not have seen what had gone on in the establishment bled out of Elliott's face as he sighed a little. "So you boys saw," he stated flatly, adjusting his jacket a little, one hand still holding onto the door in case he needed to make a quick retreat.
 
"Yeah, we saw, Mr. Nutholder," Gerald spoke up. John nodded in return, his tail flicked to the side. "It would be a shame if other folks at the school did too." The crocodile spoke evenly, aside from a low grunt of air that belied his cool and revealed his arousal's strain on his voice.
 
The squirrel looked annoyed for a minute, there it was, that blackmail threat coming. "No one would find out if this stayed between us," Elliott replied with a calculated earnestness, raising an eyebrow at the crocodile. "So what will it take to keep this between us?" It may have seemed like he was playing right into their hands, and he knew what they would ask for. Sex, a private session maybe. That'd be perfect for him though, this hadn't been the first time he had found himself cornered and had to� deal� with nuts like these.
 
"Well� you got a private room back there, Mr. Nutholder?" Gerald predictably asked, which made Simon smile.
 
"Sure, boys, come on in, I'll show you to it," the squirrel replied as he opened the door further to them, then turned with a flick of his tail to get them to follow. They boys were both surprised at just how accommodating the squirrel teacher was being. It was unexpected that he just caved like that.
 
"He must want it?" John whispered to his crocodile companion as they went into the darkness of the back hallway with the teacher turned performer. Gerald shrugged and tried to keep his mind off of just how hard his boner had been grinding into the crotch of his jeans the whole time, both of them simply following the squirrel down the hallway towards a door near the back. The loud boom of cheers and loud bassy music throbbed around them the whole time.
 
Elliott unlocked the door to his own private dressing room and opened it. The slight scent of sweaty squirrel and cum tickled the boys' noses as they followed after him, the squirrel closing and locking it behind him. "Alright boys, clothes off, just toss them over there by the chairs," he stated, gesturing to a few comfortable-looking chairs which had been arranged within the room. He didn't even glance backward at the boys while they did their all-too-eager undressing. Instead, he shrugged out of his jacket and carefully hung it up, then undressed himself piece by piece. There was no reason to get his own clothes in a ruffle after such an encounter after all. When he was only in his specially-made thong, he turned to them with a grin.
 
Both of the musclebound jocks were nude, sitting in their respective chairs. Both had their legs spread around fairly large endowments of their own. John was slowly stroking his lion cock as Gerald simply watched the squirrel, or more precisely watched his genitals bobbing around in their huge pouch. What neither of them had seen on stage was that there was writing on the teacher's thong. It read "The Nut Sack" across the middle of the big pouch holding his balls, it almost made the crocodile chuckle a little.
 
"I won't lie to you, Gerald," Elliott smiled as he approached the two seated guys, then changed direction and stood in front of John instead, standing very close until the lion could smell the musk coming off of his package. "I've had an idea that you were into me for a while now. It's good that I want you in me too." He chuckled a little, slowly swaying his hips in front of John's face, gyrating enough to make his package bob and wobble heavily.
 
"Fffff�." John could only say, jerking himself off even faster now as he watched the teacher sway in front of him. He almost didn't know what to do, staring and waiting for some sort of instruction. Gerald didn't say anything either, watching with huffing breath as his teacher gave John a good show.
 
Elliott stopped moving after a few more moments with his groin pointed toward John's face. The thong he was wearing was starting to buckle under the strain of what looked to be an impending full-blown erection. It was difficult to tell just how big an erection was being seen as the cloth was good at keeping everything in. He nodded to John, giving permission to touch, to remove that last bit of cloth.
 
John hesitated for a moment, eyes transfixed on the whole bulging package as his hands moved to the waistband, and slowly pulled it down. There was a spring of sudden motion from the squirrel's bloated groin as the thong came off completely. Gerald couldn't even comprehend what was happening at that moment. He watched with wide eyes as what looked like a big black log shot out of the squirrel's groin and hit John in the face. Then he blinked again and realized what it was.
 
Elliott groaned with a wide grin, hands on his hips as he thrust his hips forward. He loved doing this, devouring others with his enormous cock. No one saw it coming, even if they had ever heard of the ability before. He was just too small a guy, and a squirrel to boot. Here he was though, with his gigantic baseball bat-sized length of black cock now currently sucking down the whole head and neck of a lion jock. He glanced over to Gerald with a smug look as the dark �lips' of his penis started to spread open around those broad shoulders and a huge amount of precum began to pour down the nude lion's chest. "Mmmm� after all� gotta gather my nuts�" He chuckled darkly and thrust again.
 
John was confused at first. It was dark, wet, smelled of male all around him. It was also hard to breathe in there. He couldn't think to fight or squirm though, there was no room to fight and he was overwhelmed with sensations. Instead, he could only smile stupidly as he was steadily consumed, feeling the heat of whatever it was slide down his shoulders and his massive chest while pinning his arms to his sides.
 
Gerald was a little more clear-headed, and left his chair after a few moments, backed up toward the door. Elliott watched him go while he continued to swiftly devour the other jock. Gerald's back hit the wall, and he fumbled for the door, trying to open it despite it being key-locked.
 
The greedy red squirrel thrust his hips and groaned deeply as his fat cock slid down the muscular man he was devouring. In moments, his phallus had consumed its first prize down to the hips, and he pulled backward with a few steps to drag the lion out of his seat to finish the job. The right side of his sac had begun to bulge after a few minutes, and to the crocodile's horror, he watched as the features of his big cat friend began to appear in that swollen nut instead, and as the lion's feet disappeared into that drooling cock head, Elliott grinned to the second course.
 
"After all," Mr. Nutholder continued as he took slow, steady steps toward the cowering crocodile. His huge package bobbed back and forth. That prick slung juicy pre all over the floor, his right nut hung only a few centimeters from touching the carpeting as he moved. "It's going to be a long, hard winter, yeah?" He winked to the big crocodile.
 
Gerald had to get away, even if there was only one real way out of the room, he knew that the squirrel had to have the key on his clothes somewhere. He pushed off of the wall and avoided the squirrel with a panicked look, forgetting that the chairs were in the way as he slammed into and tripped over one. The massive nude crocodile went down, face first into the carpet with a groan. He must have fallen heavier than the thought as he was staggered and catching his breath before realizing that he was prone. By then, it was too late. The squirrel had crossed the room to where Gerald had fallen, and easily guided his hungry phallus to the feet of his second meal.
 
With a warm slurp, the crocodile began to feel himself sinking into the same orifice that his friend had before. He groaned a little at the sensation of the wet slickness as it enveloped both of his calves, and looked back at the squirrel who moaned and stroked the base of his massive dick while it fed.
 
"No� no please!" Gerald groaned, his claws trying to get a grip into the carpet to crawl away from his situation. Instead of this being advantageous, the squirrel simply strode forward, waddling with all the weight between his legs as he slowly devoured the crocodile whole.
 
"I'm afraid it's going to be a very white christmas for you, Gerald," Elliott grinned to himself at the little joke, then huffed slowly as his fat penis slurped up around the crocodile's muscular ass and around his balls. At that point, the prone scalie began to groan a little in delight. The cock consuming him was so warm and wet against and around his own, it almost made him forget his predicament were it not for the constant wet undulation and the scent of precum as it splattered all over his smooth bulk. He felt himself near the edge when the squirrel's monster crested up over his buff chest and squeezed to his underarms, forcing Gerald's arms up over his head.
 
"Fuck me�" were Gerald's last words as the tip slurped around his entire head, engulfing his arms steadily as the squirrel stood proudly with his package, alone in the room now aside from his squirming goods and a lot of messy pre splattered here and there.
 
"Yeah, fuck you," Elliott replied with a chuckle and then a groan as his left testicle expanded as well. He took a better stance as his dick emptied and his balls hung toward the ground, each filled with one muscular boy jock. The squirrel teacher waited patiently, licking his lips across his buck teeth while he felt them both squirm. Suddenly, the movements became harder, more panicked and he heard the tell-tale sounds of loud digestion. His sack sloshed and roiled as those balls worked the muscular jocks into nothing but cream, and the boys inside thrashed to try and escape before it was too late.
 
Of course, the squirrel always found the process to be so aggressive and efficient, that soon he was standing with a pair of nuts the size of a sagging beachball each. He sighed happily at how full he felt, and stroked his dick which had returned to a more manageable size, four handfuls of cock that were too wide for him to encircle with just one of his own paws.
 
"Look at deez nuts� a sack so full of it," Mr. Nutholder laughed a little as he stroked his painfully-hard shaft. "Ooof, I better do some unloading before I head home�" he chuckled a little, and waddled ponderously to his pants to fish out the key to the dressing room door.
 
It was difficult going, but somehow he had managed to retrieve the key, unlock the door, and make his way slowly to the bathroom. Thankfully, there weren't many folks around to see him let alone stop him. He was also grateful that his boss hadn't seen him either, lest he be immediately put on stage again. Elliott laughed a little to himself as he remembered the last time he had to deal with rowdy patrons in this way, his boss made him store those nuts all weekend before he got his release.
 
"This is going to be quite the mess too," Elliott told himself quietly as he pushed the bathroom door open, letting the stink of old urine and jizz wash over him for a moment before he waddled his way to a bathroom stall and locked the door behind him. It wouldn't have mattered as anyone could see the bottom of his scrotum if they bothered to look under the stall, but at least it afforded some privacy. Safely in-stall with the toilet seat lifted, he aimed and slowly stroked. It wouldn't take long at all.
 
He groaned out low, one hand against the tiled wall behind the toilet, the other on his cock. He tried to ignore the instinct to go at it as hard and as fast as he could manage. He wanted this to last. Slowly, he rolled his fingertips across the veiny length of his shaft, and he watched as pre leaked liberally from the tip and dropped into the open toilet below, making little splashes. Every moment he spent in this way, brought him one ounce closer to going off. He curled his toes, and in slow-motion, his balls tightened, scrotum scrunching to the base of his fat cock. By this time, he was huffing and panting heavily and grateful no one else was in the bathroom with him due to all of the noises he was making on top of the heavy slosh his nuts were causing.
 
His climax came, he shoved his wrist into his muzzle to keep himself from the yelp that was about to happen, and he aimed his swollen dick head into the bowl. With a loud splash of pressure, the first solid-white jet of cream blasted into the bowl, splashing water everywhere just before another erupted from the tip. Each mind-blowing blast made the squirrel's whole body spasm in pleasure, shudder with delight as he felt the boys exit the same way they came, albeit in a far more pleasurable manner.
 
Somewhere in his haze of pleasure, Elliott realized that he was filling the bowl too fast. With a grunt, he took his fist away and flushed, the water and cream swirling slowly and ejecting, just in time to be filled again with a few more gallons from his nuts. He couldn't keep up with the flow, flush after flush just wasn't enough to keep him from flooding the bathroom. Another firm jet and some of the floating cream slopped out and around the sides, dribbling onto the tile floor to add to the old mess that had been left by countless others.
 
"Nnnn� fuck it," he grunted to himself, stroking with both hands then, really hosing down the inside of the stall with his load.
 
Minutes passed in this way, until Elliott Nutholder was holding less nut than before he entered the bathroom stall. Huge puddles of goo were everywhere, pooled around his feet, what was left of the two boys he had taught and then devoured. He kicked at a little of the cream and watched it splash around, before flushing the toilet one more time as he made his way to the sink to wash his hands. "Hey handsome," he said to himself in the mirror, admiring his lithe form, muscled in all the right places and hugely endowed. "You're a real lady killer� haha, guy killer too!"
 
That in mind, he exited the bathroom, nude but clean, to collect his things and leave until tomorrow night's performance, a smile on his face.