Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2004 05:15:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Bryan Thompson <brymant@yahoo.com>
Subject: Yes Sir, Professor V

"You aren't enjoying this by any chance are you?" Hutchinson said
sneeringly at me. I immediately began to rationalize my arousal to
myself, what normal guy doesn't respond to having his dick played with
and sucked on?! I could just close my eyes and pretend it was a girl. I
attempted to do so, but was unable to think about anything except the
strange circumstances in which I found myself. The other problem I was
experiencing was that by this time I was really needing to take a piss -
all the beer from the night before was bursting to get out. But what the
hell could I do about it? Ask for a bathroom break? I should probably
just piss in his mouth - he deserves it. I actually considered it, but I
had such a raging hard-on and cum also wanting to come out, my dick and
balls felt like they were going to explode. I was pretty sure that if I
had an orgasm, I'd also end up pissing on him too.

Damn he was good, I'd had just a couple of blowjobs from chicks, but
nothing like this. How I detested him for making me enjoy it.

Once again, he seemed to read my mind, this was getting spooky. "What
are you thinking by now Mr. Thompson? I'll tell you what I am thinking,
your erect organ has exceeded my hopes and expectations." He held my
dick in his hands and stroked it, I was about to shoot. "Are you ready
for a bathroom break young man? I'll give you one if youpromise not
toattempt an escape."

Yeah,like I was really going to promise him that. But nonetheless I
nodded my head, anything for the hope of getting untied.

"Well, lets see what we can do for you, I think I'd enjoy watching you
relieve yourself." Shit!Just when I thought he couldn't be any bigger
of a pervert, he always surprised me."I'll need some more equipment
from my bag of tricks in order to accomplish this."And with that, he
reachedinto his leather bag and removed a pair of handcuffs. He placed
one cuff on my right wrist and then untied my left wrist from the rope
binding me down.Before I could even think about trying to land a punch
on him, he deftly moved my arm and hooked theother cuff on. Then he was
able to untie my other wrist without giving me a chance to overpower
him. He then pulled me to a sitting position and painfully lowered my
arms behind my back. I was about to piss all over him, I didn't think I
could hold it in another second.

"If you are going for a walk, I'll need to put you on a leash."
heexplained as he hooked a leather leash onto the leatherdevice he had
around my cock and balls. Then he finally untied my feet. What could I
do? I had totake a piss so badly by then that I couldn't even plot an
escape attempt.

"Allow me to show you to the restroom." Andwith that he began to tug on
the leash and literally led me by the dick down the hallway. I was too
busy glancing furtively around looking for any clues or escape routes to
stop to contemplate how embarrassing it was to be led to take a piss like
a dog on a leash.My bodywas stiff and sore from being tied in one
position so long.We arrived at the john and he stepped aside and pushed
me in.

"Allow me" he said as he tookhold of my dick and pointed it at the
toilet. I was horrified to see our image in thebathroom mirror - me
tied up with some pervert holding my dick for me to go to
thebathroom.Still sporting a hard-on, it was hard to get the urine
flowing, and when it finally did it hurt and it came for a long,
longtime. He watched the wholeprocess apparently enjoying himself.
Then he tapped and squeezed the last drops out.

"That should permit you toenjoy your orgasmmore fully." he saidas he
reached down and pulled the leash back between my legs, tugging painfully
on myballs and forcing me to walk backwards. "Oh, I've been wanting to
get a good look at your naked backside - yes, very very nice; firm ass,
youwork out, and yousunbathe with a Speedo-just the view I was
hoping for! I think I need a picture of this for my collection as well -
remind me to my camera back out." Again he reached out and traced the
outline of my torso with his hands and brought them to rest on my ass.
"Oh, so much of you to enjoy and so much time to do so!"

Now that I'd taken a piss, I could think more clearly. This might be my
one shot at getting away from this whack job. What were my options? How
could I accomplish it with the handcuffs? He was behind me so I
couldn'tbody slam him- he'd probably already thought of that. When we
returned to the living room, I was able to see my prison cell - it was
actually a futon, and he'd had me tied to its four legs. He stood me by
the futon and reached down into his bag. I didn't have any time to
prepare a strategy, but I realized this might be my one and only chance
to escape and salvage what was left of my masculinity. With all the
forceIcould muster,I slammed down onto him and then kicked him as hard
as I could. In the split second that he was taken off guard I turned and
frantically looked for the door and ran towards it, never stopping to
consider how I'd open it without any hands.

In another second I felt myself slammed to the floor. His robe had come
open in the attack. Unfortunately, I'd been right, he was in good
shape. He was on top of me at once, his normally calm and taunting eyes
now burned with surprise anger. At least I had taken round three, as
short as it had been.

As I lay writhing on the floor, he fiercely and painfully grabbed me by
the genitals. He put his knees on my chest and his hand on my throat as
our combined weights crushed the handcuffs into the flesh of my wrists.

"Lets go over the scorecard, Mr. Thompson! You have a young, strong,
athletic body and could likely overpower me, BUT, I have it tied and
cuffed. You could run out the door and escape, BUT you are stark naked
other than wearing perverse sexual equipment - I have your clothes
securely locked away - do you really want to be seen on campus in your
present state? True, you are clearly a captive, but you also
showobvious evidence ofyour pleasure." he said as he slapped my
stillerect dick.

"And yes, of course, you could somehow get free, get dressed and march
right into theadministration building and report me.But whoare they
going to believe? Thepathetic 18 year old with a 1.2 GPA and a
ridiculous story, or the respected, tenured, published professor? And if
by any stretch of the imagination, you persuaded them to believe you, I
have the pictures that show how much you enjoyed our date! You see, Mr.
Thompson, Inotonly have you by the balls and the throat, but I continue
to hold all of the cards. And I have grown tired of your resistance!
Youare attempting toact as though you do not want this, but your male
organ, the center of your being, is telling us a very different story."

We both looked down at my dick which, damn it!, was still rock hard. He
then let go of my throat andslid down off my torso to kneel beside me on
the floor.

"You want me to finish your blow-job, don't you Mr. Thompson?" he said as
he stroked my aching cock.

"You want a blowjob from me, don't you Mr. Thompson?" he repeated,
squeezing my dick harder and harder.

"I am now going to removethe gag from your mouth and there is one thing,
and one thingonly that youmay say...'Yes sir, professor.' any other
answer will result ina great deal of pain and embarrassment for you.
Say yes andyou will be utterly surprised at the heights of sexual
pleasure to which I can take you. - I'll give you a minute to make your
decision."

to becontinued...