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Math had never been one of my strengths. As a matter of fact, I’d always been really lost when it came to formulas, equations, and all that nerdy stuff. It also didn’t help that my professor was drop dead gorgeous. I often spent many class hours just staring at his tight little trousers. He had a way of erasing the board that always made my cock stand up and take notice. It was weird that I would find him so attractive. Although he had a very fit tight body, made obvious by the muscle shirts he favored, he was also small framed. Almost like a grown up twink, and twinks had never been my thing.

Now I was by no means a huge guy, but years of playing football had certainly developed my physique. I often got many looks from the girls on campus. Some were right out obvious, if only they knew that they were of no interest to me. I’d much rather stick it to a tight end receiver than some air headed cheerleader.

“Owen, earth to Owen, are you with us today?” I heard his voice coming from the front of the class. “It won’t be a surprise if I see you there again next semester since you’re clearly not going to join us for this one.”

Professor Frakes had a way of belittling students, and for some reason he always seemed to enjoy it a little extra when it was me. What I wouldn’t give to wipe that little smirk off his face.

“Sorry, I was just trying to figure…” I started to explain.

“Figure out what career doesn’t involved simple math? Sorry, Mr. Baker, there’s no such thing.” His quip made everyone erupt in laughter.

“Jerk,” I muttered a little too loudly. I couldn’t help it. After half a semester of these insults, enough was enough. Even though I found him incredibly attractive, I also found him to be the most annoying little man I had ever met. He clearly had a thing against athletes and I was no exception.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly, but perhaps you can come see me during my office hours tomorrow and you can clarify what you said.”

It was obvious that he had heard me. He just wanted to be an ass, but I wasn’t going to give in.

“Yes sir.”

It was all I could mutter before the dismissal bell interrupted me, just as I was about to expand on why I thought he was such a jerk. Hastily I packed up my stuff to leave. I didn’t want to be late for practice. If there was one thing I hated more than math it was missing out on my teammates changing in the locker room. And after this class, taking a peek at some college cock was just what I needed.

I had just gotten my hand on the doorknob when the voice of Frakes stopped me. “Mr. Baker I hope you realize that games are better suited for the football field and not my classroom.”

“I didn’t realize I was playing a game Professor Frakes. If I had known that I would have worn my jock,” I said.

I didn’t care anymore. If this man wanted a piece of my mind then he was certainly going to get it. If my comment had an effect him he only showed it with his smug smile. The man was unshakable.

“Mr. Baker, I don’t know what you’re insinuating but if you have something to discuss then I suggest you come over here so we can discuss it,” he said.

There was no one left in the classroom. His expression was blank. He was doing a very good job at playing it cool. What was he up to? I wondered. It wasn’t until I got near him that I noticed Frakes’ erection, which he quickly tried to conceal. But it was too late, I knew what he wanted; but if he wanted this piece of meat he was going to have to work for it.

I proceeded, acting as if I had no idea he was really lusting after me. I was not going to let on.

“Professor, all semester you’ve done nothing but harass me,” I said inching closer and closer to him.

He stood his ground but a tiny bead of sweat on his forehead gave him away. I was getting to him. I knew it.

“Do you have something against me? Is there something I’ve done to deserve your snide remarks?”

He tried to step away but I was close enough to smell his cologne.

“Mr. Baker I suggest you take a step…back.”

“Now, Professor Frakes, is that what you really want?” I taunted.

I was enjoying this. I had him right where I wanted him.

“Umm, Mr. Baker, I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

“Is that so? Because your hard on tells me otherwise.”

I had him pinned to the board, my hand pressed firmly on his fully erect cock.

“Is this what you want Professor? Do you get off on having young athletes at your mercy?” I asked. I was also hard and it was evident.

Frakes leaned in close to me. His face was inches from mine. I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I pulled away. I wasn’t ready to kiss him yet.

“Not so fast Frakes,” I spat at him. “If you want to kiss me you’re gonna have to work me first.”

“What do you want me to do?” quivered Frakes.

His once smug expression was completely gone. Not taking my eyes off him, I unzipped my pants to release my already pre-cumin cock. It felt so good to have it out. I’d been in need of some release for quite a while. Firmly, I grabbed Frakes by the shoulders and pulled him down to face my eager member.

Without hesitation Frakes took the head of my cock in his wet mouth. Licking all around the head, erasing every drop of pre-cum. Damn that felt so good, I though. I could have shot a load on the spot. It was obvious Frakes was no stranger to this. Eagerly he took more and more of my shaft in his mouth. The more he took the harder I pressed. I was overcome with pleasure…

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Pushing my way through the madness of the crowd, I finally reached my destination. All I wanted was to get my hands on that new mystery novel everyone had been raving about, which I was sure wouldn’t live up to the hype. These things hardly ever did, but so many people had recommended it that I couldn’t resist. Catching my breath, I entered the store and looked around in total amazement. There were just as many damn people in here as there were out in the mall. Was something going on today that I was not aware about? There were usually never this many people in bookstores. Nevertheless, I’d made it this far; I might as well get what I was after and then go straight home, if for nothing else than to get away from all these people. I checked new fiction, nothing there. Bestsellers? Nope nothing there either. Like a man possessed, I made my way through the store until I found the spot where the author’s book would be located. They had everything but the book I was after, and according to the pimply faced teen that worked here, they were completely out and wouldn’t get a new shipment until next week. Just great I thought. Completely aggravated at not finding what I wanted and feeling defeated I made my way towards the door and ran right smack into the broadest chest I’d ever seen. “Hey slow down buddy, a handsome young man like you should never be in such a rush to leave,” he said in a deep voice. In spite of myself, I blushed and looked up. “Sorry,” was all I could mutter. “Are you ok? Did you find everything you were looking for?” and with a smile added, “Is there something I can help you find?” He had a dazzling smile and although it was completely unlike me I leaned close to him. I proceeded to tell him the book I was after and how there were none left and there wouldn’t be any until next week sometime. The whole time the musky smell of his cologne was causing in me the hardest erection I’d had in a long time, which I awkwardly tried to conceal. “Oh is that it? That’s only the hottest selling book in the country,” he teased me. “Well as a matter of fact I happen to have hidden a copy in the backroom.” Closer into me he leaned and in my ear added, “If you care to follow me to the backroom, I would be more than happy to give it to you.” Just having him so close to me was enough to make me cream. Completely intoxicated by him, I nodded my head. “Lead the way.” Quickly I followed him through the store and into a very large storage room. There were tons of books everywhere, in boxes, in piles on the floor, in shelves, all around. Once inside and out of everyone’s view he took me by the hand and led me towards the back of the large room until we reached a dark corner where it appeared old magazines came to die. “Now where did I hide that book? Was it here?” he said kissing my ear. “Or maybe here?” he moved down my neck. “Nope maybe it was further down.” He kissed down my chest and stomach until his face was directly in front of my painfully hard erection. “Now I think I’ve found something, I wonder if this could be it?” He unbuttoned my jeans and slowly unzipped them to reveal my thick erect cock, which was already staining my briefs with pre cum. Slowly he ran his tongue over the wet spot, tasting me through the fabric. His hot mouth felt so good on my erection. Slowly he pulled my cock out of my boxers and it stood up in full attention. His teasing was driving me crazy. I wanted to shove my cock in his mouth and just pound his face until I came inside him, but I held back. Sensing my frustration he started by licking all around the tip of my cock, sticking his tongue in my slit he licked out all the pre cum that was pouring out. Like a lollipop he began to work my veiny shaft with his tongue. His hot tongue on me felt good, but I needed more. Running my hands through his thick blonde hair, I worked my cock into his mouth. Slow then fast I thrust into his wet mouth. Hornier than I’d ever been, I began to pound him faster and faster until I was fucking his mouth like never before. A couple of times he gagged on the length but I didn’t care. I needed to get off, so I thrust harder and harder until I reached the point of release. Like a pro he drank up everything that poured out of me, spurt after spurt of hot jizz flew out, coating his mouth and throat. After I was completely spent and clean he let go of my limp cock. “How’s that for customer service stud?” he asked his mouth dangerously close to mine. I was completely spent but something in his eyes told me that this was far from over. “Now it’s my turn I hope you’re ready.” Having said that, he began to work his tongue in my mouth. Traces of me still lingered there and I eagerly tasted myself. His kisses came deeper and harder. I placed my hand on his thigh and felt his throbbing cock. I could feel him getting harder and harder. With one hand, he unzipped and pulled it out, although it was not incredibly big it was very thick and uncut. With force, he turned me over and began to grind his hips against my bare ass. I could feel his hot breath against the back of my neck. I knew he wanted to fuck me, and the thought of having such a thick cock inside me sent shivers all through my body. Kissing the back of my neck, he began to work the head of his cock into my ass. It was covered in pre cum which lubed up my pink hole and made it a little easier for him to slide in. He was gentle which I appreciated but it didn’t …

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“If you let anyone know about this the deal will be off.” I read the line aloud for the tenth time. My heart was racing, the paper burning in my hands. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

It all started as a joke really. About a month ago my friends and I were all gathered around my kitchen table discussing the usual sex, sex, and more sex. When I came to the realization that when it came down to it I was actually very vanilla, and to my dismay everyone agreed. The kinkiest thing I had ever done was have sex in my exes parents’ house. You could hardly consider that adventurous.

I took one last look at the letter before putting it away. Master Manson was his name and he was going to be my ticket to wild nasty sex. So far I had done everything he asked, including shaving off every little bit of hair. Just thinking about that made my crotch itch. This being shaved clean was going to take some getting used to. The butt plug Master Manson sent with the letter was a little bigger than what my hole was used to. Every bump the bus hit sent ripples of pain throughout my body. In my seat I readjusted myself.

If it had been up to me I would have been more than glad to pay for a plane ticket, but Master Manson insisted I come by bus. He said I wasn’t better than any other slut and I should obey him without questions. That was part of the deal. It was the hardest thing for me to agree to. I’m not exactly known for taking orders quietly. I guess that’s another thing about this whole thing that appealed to me. I was ready to learn how to take orders without questioning them.

The old lady in the seat across from me looked at me and smiled. If she only knew that underneath this clean-cut appearance there now was a dirty pig on his way to meet his master. That brought a smile to my face. No one would ever accuse me of being vanilla again.

After several hours of riding in this hot sweaty box, I finally reached my destination. I waited for everyone to go first before I got off. According to Master Manson nasty sluts don’t deserve to get off with regular passengers; they must wait for those who are better than them to exit first. Once everyone else had gone I got up and made my way out. Since I wasn’t allowed to bring any luggage I headed straight for the terminal entrance where I’m was to look for a white unmarked van.

I found the van parked far away from all the other cars. As ordered, I entered through the back. Inside there was nothing but a black box with a note attached. I pulled the note off. It gave me directions on what I was to do next. I opened the black box and found the collar just like the note had said. I hesitated for a second but continued to do as the note instructed. I took off all my clothes and put them in the trash bag that was also in the box and put on the dog collar, securing it tightly around my neck.

I opened the doors to the van and stepped outside to wait for my master. People stared at me in disbelief as they walked to their cars. I was just thankful he had parked so far away. A couple of guys walked past me making kissing noises. It was all so humiliating. I could only imagine what people were thinking. Seeing someone with nothing but a collar on was really not something you saw every day. I stood with my hands to my side. I was not allowed to touch or look at my cock as it was no longer my own. It belonged to my master and as it was his property it must be treated with the utmost respect.

After what felt like an eternity I spotted a man wearing all black approach the van. I could only assume it was Master Mason. He walked right up to me and grabbed my smooth sac squeezing it hard. It sent unbelievable pain all through my body.

“Master Mason. It’s so good…” His hand slapped me hard across the face.

“From now on you are not to speak or make a sound unless I say it’s ok,” he said. “And if I do give you permission you are always to address me as Sir and only Sir. Do you understand?”

I stood there motionless partially because I was too stunned from the slap but also because he didn’t say I could speak.

“Good boy,” he said brushing my burning cheek. “I see you’re a quick learner. Now I’m gonna ask you again and this time I want you to answer me.” I stood still looking straight ahead. “Do you understand your orders?” He asked one more time.

“Yes Sir.”

“Good,” takes out a long leather leash and attached it to my collar. “Now turn around for me.”

I did as he said turning to face the van. His hands rubbed my smooth ass. Digging in between my cheeks he pulled out the butt plug that has been my only companion throughout this trip. He slapped my ass hard with his bare hand and told me to get in the van. I climbed in and he climbed in after me closing the doors behind him, leaving us in total darkness.

“Lay down on the floor,” he commanded.

The floor of the van was sticky and dirty but I knew better than to say anything. Next to me I heard him rustling with something, but in the darkness I couldn’t see a thing. I didn’t have to wonder for long cause soon I felt a heavy rope binding my wrists together. He tied me up very tightly, binding my feet as well so that I was completely motionless. I thought it couldn’t get worse than that but then I felt a gag forced into my mouth.

After I am tightly bound and gagged he gets into the drivers seat and we take off. I had no idea where I was going and no one had any idea where I was or how to find me. I had followed directions exactly, leaving everything behind, completely giving myself to this man. I had nev…

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“You guys make the perfect couple,” gushed Cynthia as we drove to the restaurant after the wedding rehearsal.

“Thanks,” I said.

It had been a long road for both of us. I still couldn’t believe we had made it this far. It seemed like ages ago when we met for the first time. That night we had known each other all our lives but we were strangers at the same time. It was ten years ago. I had just turned eighteen when my group of senior friends decided to go to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break. All the wildest parties were happening there and we were going to experience everything. The drive down was incredibly long. At least half the day was spent on the road. By the time we got to our cheap motel we were hungry, cranky, and more than anything we were itching for some fun. We dropped our stuff in the one room we were all sharing, unpacked only our bathing suits and rushed out to seaside.

The ocean was breathtaking but we weren’t there for the view. My friends and I wasted no time in hitting the strip. Every club seemed to be overflowing with beautiful women and muscular studs, something for everyone in our group. Actually I was the only one who was interested in guys but there was no way I could let my friends know. I just tried to act like a pussy craving teenager whenever my friends were around.

That night after we went out to eat everyone returned to the hotel room to change and shower for the night’s events. Choosing where to go turned out to be harder than it should have been. Everybody wanted to go to a different club. I claimed I had a headache and said I would stay in for the night. In reality I wanted to check out Ovations, it was supposed to be the hottest gay spot. After everyone left I got myself ready and went off in search of my kind of fun.

Ovations was overflowing with guys. Never in my life had I seen so many gay men in one area. They all looked like they were straight out of a GQ magazine. In spite of my own good looks, I felt terribly unattractive. I thought the guys were staring at me because I stood out and not because they were interested in a slim twink like myself.

Several guys looked my way but no one approached me. I really was beginning to feel like the ugly duckling, when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Eric? Is that you?”

I turned around and nearly dropped my drink at the sight of my brother’s best friend standing right in front of me. After I got over the initial shock I put down my drink and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Oh John it’s so good to see you,” I said nearly bursting into tears at the sight of a familiar face.

“What are you doing here? Do you know what kind of place this is?” He asked.

I looked down as I answered, “Yes I know what kind of place this is.”

“Well who are you here with? Do your parents know you’re here?”

He was always so protective over me. In school he was two years ahead of me but for those two years we were in the same school he always looked out for me. I always wondered how come he never had a girlfriend. He was more than attractive enough, not to mention the sweetest funniest guy I had ever met. It was obvious why he was here, like me he was gay. How could I have not seen it? Was it not obvious that I was here for the same reason?

“John it’s obvious why I’m here and why you’re here so let’s just have a good time.” I said grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor.

He resisted at first but soon we were grinding to the beat of the music. Plenty of guys tried to cut in but I was not about to let him go and although I wasn’t sure at the time I thought he felt the same way.

The longer we danced the closer we got to each other. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His hips grinding into mine had me rock hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. The scent of his cologne mixed with sweat made my head spin. I couldn’t resist pressing my lips against his.

At first he resisted my kiss but soon he parted his lips and let my tongue slide inside his mouth. Our kiss was very gentle almost as if neither one of us wanted to mess it up. When we finally pulled away from each other I was breathless and at a loss for words. I couldn’t believe I had just made out with my brother’s best friend.

“I’m sorry John,” I said quickly. “I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Hey don’t apologize,” he said, “I wasn’t exactly resisting.” With that he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him taking my lips back in his mouth. I was in heaven kissing him harder and deeper. My tongue wanted to explore every inch of him. I wanted to taste every part of his body.

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Every time I thought something good was going to happen the opposite occurred. Just last week I thought I was going to land the Henderson account, everything was ready to go, when suddenly it all fell apart. I had no control. It all happened so quickly. Could it have been a big conspiracy against me? I often found myself wondering.

What was worse was, I had no idea how I was going to face the boss. He always had a way of making people feel like they were inadequate and useless and I always seemed to be on the receiving end of that treatment more than I cared to remember. I knocked on his door and took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“Come in,” said the deep voice on the other side of the door.

Slowly I opened the door and stepped inside. He looked up at me and put his pen down. His look was more than one of disgust- it was the look of contempt.

“Ah Roberts, I was wondering when you were going to slither in here.” He wasted no time with niceties. “What the hell happened Roberts? I knew you were incompetent but to mess up when we had everything nearly wrapped up is beyond words. I honestly have no words to describe your uselessness.”

I stood there frozen and looked down to keep from having to stare at his ogre expression. Damn how I loathed this man, I thought to myself. He had no right talking to people the way he did. He was lucky I couldn’t afford to lose this job. I already worked two jobs as it was. To give him a piece of my mind like I wanted would have resulted in financial suicide.

“Well, don’t just stand there Roberts. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sir,” I started to say.

“For Christ sake, speak up. Do I have to add inaudible to your long list of faults?”

My blood was boiling. It took me a minute to calm myself down. I looked up at him. He stared back with this smug look on his face. He must have loved the fact that I couldn’t say anything back without getting fired. Bastard!

“Sir,” I said louder, “I can’t honestly say what happened with the Henderson account. It all happened so quickly it was beyond my control. Honestly I tried…”

“Don’t tell me you tried,” he interrupted. “I don’t want to hear about how you tried. Hell we all try. The only thing I want to hear is that you succeed. Look, Roberts, I’m not going to lie. I’m not thrilled with your performance lately. Here’s the deal: if your performance on this next project doesn’t improve you’re going to be “trying” at the unemployment line.”

My heart stopped. Never had I been fired from a job. I wasn’t about to give this little prick the satisfaction of being the first. I stood up tall and regained what was left of my dignity.

“You won’t be disappointed, Mr. Perry,” I said loud and clear.

“That’s more like it, Roberts. If I didn’t know you better I might have been convinced by that.” He laughed. “Now get out of my face.”

I wasted no time in getting out. Nothing good could have come out of that, I was certain of it. I was just glad he waited until the end of the day to bring me into his office. When I came out the office was empty except for a few stragglers, which I avoided looking at.

In my office I closed the door and put my head down on my desk. I had an hour to get myself together and go across town to my second job. Thanks to this damn meeting I was gonna have to rush it and try to grab a quick bite somewhere along the way.

With only a few minutes to spare I made it to Brass. In a haste I ran into the dressing room, my manager right at my heels.

“Roberts! I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

“Sorry about that, I had a meeting that ran late. I barely had time to stop and get a sandwich,” I said as I stripped down and slid into my leather get up.

“Well I don’t care about your other job. I care about you being here for my clients. These guys pay lots of money to get pushed around by you.”

I sat on the bench and looked up at him with a blank expression. The last thing I needed was to have some other idiot berating me. I felt sorry for whoever was in my chamber. Tonight I was ready to lash out big time.

“Look I know you’re busy and you’re struggling with two jobs, but you’re in high demand so just try to do better, ok?”

“Yeah, Jake, I’ll try,” I said. He looked at me half convinced. “I promise I’ll do better about being on time.”

He laughed and shook his finger at me. At least Jake was a cool guy, not like that asshole Perry. As I finished adjusting my cock ring Shane stormed in.

“Ahh! You’re here. Great! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he said.

I knew he wanted something. He was always after some thing or another. I shoved my monster ten-inch cock into my leather thong before I looked at him.

“What is it this time, Shane?”

“Look, I’m not gonna pretend I don’t want something. I don’t have time for that and I don’t have time to plead, so please just say yes.” He batted his eyes at me. If only his customers could see what a queen he was when he wasn’t in his chamber.

“You have to tell me what it is first. I’m telling you now if you want to use my apartment to hook up with that married guy you’re seeing the answer is no! I’m still cleaning up whip cream from the last time.”

“No, that’s not it at all,” he said. “Actually, I have a date with this online guy but I need you to cover my last appointment.” He moved closer to me and played with the ring on my nipple. “Please. He’s a real freak. This guy loves it rough.”

I wanted to make him sweat a little; slowly I took my time putting away my things. “Alright, I’ll do it but just this once,” I said when I couldn’t take his puppy dog eyes any longer.

He threw his arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. “Ooh, you’re the best.” He tweaked my nipple ring and started undressing. “He’s in chamber three. He should already be there stripped down on the floor. Just remember he likes it rough.” He got up and slammed my locker door shut. “Show him no mercy!” He giggled and I laughed with him. His stage persona and his true self were literally night and day.

I left him to get ready and made my way to chamber three. Before I entered I slipped on my black hood. It was a fantasy thing. The guys we pushed around weren’t allowed to know what we looked like, for them it added to the illusion. I entered the room and looked around. Ok, where was this pig? I thought to myself. I was more than ready to rough somebody up. He liked it rough? Well I didn’t know how much he would still like it after I got through with him.
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