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History was one of the few classes Nick had where his bullies weren’t in it, the desk he was sitting on was a beaver boy. The same one who saved him from being duct taped to the floor.

The Teacher Mr.Harris is a bitter older cat, who clearly doesn’t get enough sleep. He didn’t seem to like Nick very much, ignoring him when he tries to ask questions, he’s harder grade wise, often crossing Nicks name out and replacing it with ‘Rat’
The bell rang and Nick began to pack up to leave class with everyone else but then..Mr.Harris slammed a hand on the desk in front of him.

“Nick, I need to speak with you” He says in a low voice, making Nick gulp in fear as the classroom empties out.

“W-what did you wanna talk about sir?” Nick asks trying not to blush at the sight of the older man glaring down at him in disgust.

“My nephew was supposed to get your spot in this school” He responds with a growl roughly grabbing the mouse and bringing him to his face “Do you know how humiliating it is to be rejected for a rat in my culture”
He says gripping him tightly making it hard for him the breath. Mr.Harris continues,

“You rats are all the same, greedy, and constantly using others to get what you want”

“I-I’m sorry I just-“ Nick was interrupted by Mr.Harris tightening his grip making Nicks back pop loudly making him yelp in pain.

“Did I say you could speak rat?” he growls directly in front of him, “Now, my nephew was heartbroken, it’s humiliating to be turned down for a rat in our culture, he now has to go to a public school, and it’s all your fault, and since we’re alone now..I think it’s time for you to receive your punishment”

Mr.Harris sits at his desk and drops Nick onto the carpet beneath it.
He slowly unties his boots “I’ve been on my feet all day, give them a rub while I mark your latest test, do a good job and I might give you a B”
He releasing his feet, revealing well worn white socks with the soles stained a dark grey from constant use.

Nick immediately gets to work and rubs the sole of his left foot, breathing in the musk, the smell of much stronger then anyone else’s he’s had contact with. He buried his face into the thick wool and held a moan in.

“Hmm, for a rat you’re quite good with your hands let me teach you some things…” Mr.Harris says “Back in the Middle Ages you’d be spared from being eaten, many cats would use your kind as servants and if they disobeyed..quick snacks”

He pats his belly as if to show off his point. “But nowadays you rats are treated like..ugh people, in my day you’d just be treated like the common pest you are, kicked aside while the real people did important things”

Nick listened to this while rubbing his large meaty feet, he switched to the right one and was immediately pushed quite roughly into the carpet and grinded into it. This was pure heaven for the masochistic mouse, the smell burning his lungs and the taste of wool in his mouth feeling like he’ll choke on it.

“Ahh, right where you belong” Mr.Harris sighs “Unfortunately I need to let you go back to the dorm or your friends will worry, shame, I’d love to have you as a personal foot masseuse”
He stands up leaving Nick on the floor catching his breath. “But I’ll let you go with one more lesson, if you try to report me, it will be my word against yours, and the teacher is always right” He smirks putting his shoes on and walking away.

Description
History was one of the few classes Nick had where his bullies weren’t in it, the desk he was sitting on was a beaver boy. The same one who saved him from being duct taped to the floor.

The Teacher Mr.Harris is a bitter older cat, who clearly doesn’t get enough sleep. He didn’t seem to like Nick very much, ignoring him when he tries to ask questions, he’s harder grade wise, often crossing Nicks name out and replacing it with ‘Rat’
The bell rang and Nick began to pack up to leave class with everyone else but then..Mr.Harris slammed a hand on the desk in front of him.

“Nick, I need to speak with you” He says in a low voice, making Nick gulp in fear as the classroom empties out.

“W-what did you wanna talk about sir?” Nick asks trying not to blush at the sight of the older man glaring down at him in disgust.

“My nephew was supposed to get your spot in this school” He responds with a growl roughly grabbing the mouse and bringing him to his face “Do you know how humiliating it is to be rejected for a rat in my culture”
He says gripping him tightly making it hard for him the breath. Mr.Harris continues,

“You rats are all the same, greedy, and constantly using others to get what you want”

“I-I’m sorry I just-“ Nick was interrupted by Mr.Harris tightening his grip making Nicks back pop loudly making him yelp in pain.

“Did I say you could speak rat?” he growls directly in front of him, “Now, my nephew was heartbroken, it’s humiliating to be turned down for a rat in our culture, he now has to go to a public school, and it’s all your fault, and since we’re alone now..I think it’s time for you to receive your punishment”

Mr.Harris sits at his desk and drops Nick onto the carpet beneath it.
He slowly unties his boots “I’ve been on my feet all day, give them a rub while I mark your latest test, do a good job and I might give you a B”
He releasing his feet, revealing well worn white socks with the soles stained a dark grey from constant use.

Nick immediately gets to work and rubs the sole of his left foot, breathing in the musk, the smell of much stronger then anyone else’s he’s had contact with. He buried his face into the thick wool and held a moan in.

“Hmm, for a rat you’re quite good with your hands let me teach you some things…” Mr.Harris says “Back in the Middle Ages you’d be spared from being eaten, many cats would use your kind as servants and if they disobeyed..quick snacks”

He pats his belly as if to show off his point. “But nowadays you rats are treated like..ugh people, in my day you’d just be treated like the common pest you are, kicked aside while the real people did important things”

Nick listened to this while rubbing his large meaty feet, he switched to the right one and was immediately pushed quite roughly into the carpet and grinded into it. This was pure heaven for the masochistic mouse, the smell burning his lungs and the taste of wool in his mouth feeling like he’ll choke on it.

“Ahh, right where you belong” Mr.Harris sighs “Unfortunately I need to let you go back to the dorm or your friends will worry, shame, I’d love to have you as a personal foot masseuse”
He stands up leaving Nick on the floor catching his breath. “But I’ll let you go with one more lesson, if you try to report me, it will be my word against yours, and the teacher is always right” He smirks putting his shoes on and walking away.