Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2004 05:22:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Bryan Thompson <brymant@yahoo.com>
Subject: Yes Sir Professor - conclusion

As I was angrily trying to crush his cock with my "sphincter muscle," I
had a strange sensation of pleasure!  Now what the hell was happening to
me? I released and he drove into me again, only this time with less
discomfort. Almost involuntarily, I fell into responding with a rhythm as
his big dick pushed in and out of me, as I responded by squeezing my
asshole tightly around it, the pleasure mounted.  All of the rage and
defenses I had built up against Prof. Hutchinson started to vanish and
my utter frustrataion and humiliation over being held captive and raped
seemed to evaporate along with them.  The intensity of the sensation I
was experiencing - an entirely new combination of pain, pleasure and lust
- swept over me and pushed everything else out of my mind.  If I hadn't
been gagged, I'd have been moaning in pleasure by this point.

The man pounding into me had also dropped his taunting captor persona and
instead had a vacant expression of sheer pleasure in his eyes as he
thrust into me over, and over, and over...

However long my first butt-fucking lasted, I could not say for after that
I lapsed into a suspended state of pleasure that ended a some later point
as I felt his cock explode inside of me, nearly simultaneously my own
orgasm came - shooting cum all over by bare chest.

Hutchinson immediately slid to the side and leaned over to unfasten my
ankles and helped me to drop into a more comfortable position.  He
crawled tenderly on top of me and began to lick my cum off of my chest.
When he finished he lay down beside me on the futon, gently stroking and
massaging my body with his hand.
I was utterly exhausted and spent; I may have even fallen asleep.  I
can't remember for sure.

"Bryan?  Are you ready now to give me the answer I've been waiting to
hear?" and he gently unfastened the straps on the gagging device and
removed it from my mouth.

"Well?"

"Yes sir, professor."

Epilogue:

I awoke in my own bed sometime much later.  Was it morning? evening? I
blearily gazed around the familiar surroundings of my dorm room, as I
gradually came to.

What the hell had happened?  Had I just had some incredibly real, intense
nightmare? dream?  Since when have I ever dreamed about gay sex?!  And
yet here I was, in my own bed, in my own clothes!  Had I gotten drunk,
passed out and dreamed the whole thing?!  How sick and twisted is that to
have a long erotic dream about my own professor?  My mind still felt too
clouded to figure it out.  I tried moving my hands and feet, expecting to
be tied up.  The dream had been so real!  Shit!  What was happening to
me.  As I started to remember what I'd dreamed, I felt a familiar
stirring in my cock - which felt strangely sore. As the vivid dream came
back to me, I found myself wondering, wow, is it possible that gays
really have that intense of sex?

As I gradually came to, I absentmindedly reached down to begin to stroke
my morning erection as I tried to process the strange dream I'd had.

What the hell?  There was something weird going on down there!  I quickly
sat up in bed and flipped on the light and looked down.  And in that
moment, I knew that my life was changed forver.

Lying against my erect organ was some folded paper, held in place by a
leather band, like the one I'd dreamed...like I'd seen...wrapped
around Professor Hutchinson's cock and balls!  Thunderstruck I seized the
papers and opened them. The first one was a carbon copy of a change of
grade report form - to the Registrar, signed by Prof. Hutchinson,
changing my midterm grade from an F to an A.  The second was a note:

"Thank you for a most pleasurable and memorable evening Mr. Thompson, I
found your extra credit assignment to be exceedingly well done.  All of
the photographs you were concerned about are tucked into your top
drawer.  Do not remove the leather band, you are to keep it in place
until you come and visit me again, as I know undoubtedly that you soon
shall.  Sincerely yours, Professor Hutchinson"