Buffalo Bob

This is an erotic fiction story about gay men and boys with emphasis on muscle worship and domination. There is both consensual and nonconsensual sex between characters in this story. If this is not your thing or you are under legal age of consent, please stop now.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story is entirely fictional and is not meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.

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So, what now? Where did this leave me? I now had sex with my student which could put my job in jeopardy because I was the adult. Actually, that’s not true since Bob was nineteen or twenty, so we were both adults, but I was the professor, and he was my student. They would say I was taking advantage of his youth and inexperience, which is hilarious. Buffalo Bob inexperienced? Ha!

But as crazy as it is, the past few weeks have been the most exciting time of my life. It was dangerous but incredibly exciting. Yes, even the days that I was a nervous wreck from worrying about what he was going to do next was exciting. The times I lectured with a hard-on, trying to avoid looking at him was exciting. I had wet dreams remembering his three visits to my office. And now, just the memory of sucking him kept blowing my mind (and my cock) over and over again.

After he left my apartment that night, I jerked myself off three times and woke up the next morning with a sore cock. This was the most magnificent young man I’d ever seen, and he wanted me. That might be an exaggeration that he wanted me, but he was willing to let me serve him. I had no doubts he had beautiful boys and girls alike lining up for a chance to get it on with him. But he picked me, an ordinary twenty-something year old dweeb.

It didn’t take me long to decide that I didn’t give a damn for the repercussions about student-teacher relations, and there was no way I going to stop it. I wanted him and I wanted him to want me. I couldn’t say I was in love with this gorgeous young man, but I certainly was in lust, and I was willing to deal with any consequences to keep this going.

He said he loved my blowjob, so with time maybe I could have some slight influence on him. Clearly, he was interested in me, perhaps only for the money for the moment, but maybe I could have some influence on him and let him get to know me as a person.

I left my apartment door unlocked every evening. In fact, I even left it unlocked all night just in case. Just in case he wanted to stop by.

* * * *

Another issue I had was with Jerry. I asked him to stay after our next instructors meeting.

“This is about Bob, isn’t it” he said as soon as Clair and Simon walked out the door. He was confronting me before I had a chance to confront him. “He told me he fucked you.”

I was left speechless. This wasn’t the way I had planned this meeting to go. Yes, I was going to confront him. He worked for me, and Bob was his student as well.

“Yes, I’ve given him blowjobs” he said. “It’s not like I have any choice because he makes me do it.”

“He physically forces you” I asked, “or do you ….?”

“He forced me the first time. He knocked me around and then forced me to suck him. It was rape.”

“The first time?” I asked. “You’ve done it more than once?”

“Hell yes” he said. “He threatens to beat the shit out of me if I don’t blow him, and also threatens to out me to you and to the administration. He says he’ll get me fired.”

“My God, I didn’t know it was this bad” I said. “We’ve got to do something about it.” I had personally felt that I had control of the situation, at least concerning me, but seeing that Jerry was being raped, I had to re-think it.

“Ahhh, professor. We …. We could …. Maybe we could ….”

“What? You don’t want to confront him? You don’t want it to stop?”

“Well …. I’m kind of used to it now. He’s …. he’s so …. he’s so demanding. He is so controlling, so self-assured and forceful that he leaves me spellbound. You know what he’s like because you’ve had him. I can’t say no to him, he won’t let me, and I don’t think he’ll allow me to stop blowing him. I’m sure he won’t. And besides, he knows we are having this meeting today to talk about him.”

“He knows? How could he know?”

“He must have guessed. Anyway, he told me he would talk to you about it after this meeting, and I had to stick to his schedule.”

“His schedule?” I asked. “What does that mean? How often do you have sex with him?”

“After every class period and whenever he calls.”

“What?”

“Yeah. He likes blowjobs.” Jerry momentarily had a grin on his face before changing it to a frown. “He likes my blowjobs.” That made me wonder about him saying he was being forced, and I also had to wonder about Bob saying Jerry gave a lousy blowjob. “I blow him a half-a-dozen times a week.” It sounded like he was proud of it.

“This has gotten completely out of hand, Jerry. We’ve got to stop it.”

“Professor, don’t. Don’t. I’m kind of used to it now. I don’t mind. And Bob really is special. He’s …. he’s a …. Well, he’s a god. He says it’s an honor to serve and I believe him. The guy is gorgeous, you know that. And I know, I’m just a wimp and he’s a …. he’s a …. well, you know. I just think I’m lucky he picked me.”

* * * *

So, Bob had already guessed that I was going to meet with Jerry to discuss what to do about him, and he already told Jerry nothing was going to change. Sounds like he’d already made the decisions for Jerry and me both.

* * * *

For the next few days, I didn’t pick anybody up and bring anyone into my apartment. I was worried about Bob walking in while I was in the middle of something, and besides, I couldn’t think of anything but Bob, my Buffalo Bob.

I wasn’t in love with him but, well, I was …. I was already falling for him. He seemed to like me, he said he wanted me, and he was the most spectacular human being I’d ever met. Why he would like me I couldn’t guess except he could chalk it up to fucking his college professor. But I hoped it would be something more than that and I was willing to go along with whatever he wanted just to be with him.

I don’t know about him being my master and me being his slave but if he’d give me a chance, I wanted to be his mentor. I know I could be a great influence on him, and it would be good for both of us.

Okay, so it was lust. I know it was lust. But hell, doesn’t most everything begin with lust?

As you can imagine I kept reliving that awesome blowjob I gave him. I know he liked it, and honestly, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened in my life. I jerked off three, even four times a day thinking about it. And wet dreams? Wow. Every night. And it was rape. My subconscious wanted him to overpower me and toss me around and rape me. Several nights he used me and abused me, forcing me to change my sheets the next day.

* * * *

I’m only 25 years old, a young man and I’m out and gay. Unfortunately, there is no big city close by, St Paul is 80 miles away, so I have to find my action here in town. I’m good looking, handsome in fact, and have a nice build since I work out regularly, so I’m quite a package if I do say myself. And I’ve been able to do okay here in Eau Claire. There are two gay bars in town which I usually avoid, and a couple cruising areas. Since the students are generally over eighteen, I have no compunctions about picking somebody up or getting a quicky blowjob in the park. But yeah, I get mostly young ones, students eighteen to twenty. This University of Wisconsin branch has over ten thousand students, so the chances are I won’t pick up anybody I know. But I’m out and gay anyway so it shouldn’t make any difference.

I’m not interested in a serious relationship but there are several guys just a telephone call away that I see on an irregular basis. It really turns some of the students on to get fucked by a professor. So, I’m seldom short on getting my rocks off.

And I’m a dedicated top man, I love to fuck. I love giving blowjobs too but every trick I bring home gets fucked, sometimes whether they like it or not. That’s a requirement and I’m not averse to rough trade. But I’m versatile, occasionally I’ll let a hot guy fuck me, but it doesn’t happen very often.

So, anyway, about a week after I’d given Buffalo Bob that terrific blowjob, and as I was beginning to recover from my wet dreams, I was making out with an exchange student named Peter on my sofa. He was a cute little guy with a hot ass who said he was eighteen, but I had to wonder. He also said he was a sophomore, but I had to wonder about that as well, but I picked him up at the cruising area on Delany Avenue. I’d squeezed his ass a few times in the warmup and was looking forward to fucking him. Right now, sitting on my sofa, we’d got as far along as taking our shirts off and were necking up a storm. He loved my pecs and was busy licking them.

That’s when the door opened.

And there was Buffalo Bob.

He was not dressed in his usual outfit but was wearing the shirt with the sleeves torn off. However, it wasn’t buttoned and wasn’t even tucked in, and he wasn’t wearing a wife beater under it. It obviously showed his big defined arms, but also his massive chest and his rippling abs. He was also wearing what looked to be cut-off running shorts slit up the side which barely covered his middle. Bob is always sexy, but this was beyond belief, and to top it off he was covered with sweat making those massive muscles glisten. He must have been out running.

“Well, well, well, what have we here” he said as he stepped into the room.

“Wha…. Bob?” I blurted out in shock. As my little trick turned to look, I swear to God, his eyes bugged right out of his head. “Je-sus” he said in awe.

“You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?” Bob said, giving Peter a big smile. And Peter was little, probably 5’7” and skinny but with a beautiful face. He didn’t look eighteen. “You going to introduce us?” Bob didn’t even look at me as he asked this but had his eyes glued to Peter.

I was flustered and shocked but what could I do? “Ahhh, Bob, this is Peter.”

Peter was sitting there with his mouth hanging open in total awe at Bob’s handsome face and huge physique.

“I think you’re cuter than the devil” Bob said with a laugh. “What are you doing here with this old guy?” He walked over and grabbed Peter by the hand and pulled him to his feet. Reaching around and putting one hand under the guy’s butt, Bob lifted him off his feet and kissed him. He kissed him!

Was I ever wrong. I was shocked. I was convinced that Bob was straight, and his sexual proclivities were because he was a bully and loved to show his power by pushing people around. Straight guys don’t kiss gay guys, do they? But Bob was kissing this kid. And was he ever kissing him.

They were really going at it. Peter had his arms around him and had raised his legs putting them around Bob’s middle while Bob stood there holding him there with one hand under his butt. Actually, he was lifting him up and down as if he were fucking him, rubbing Peter’s tummy against what was probably a very hard cock. His other hand was in the kid’s hair, controlling the kiss.

This went on and on as I sat there in total shock. But what was I supposed to do? What could I do? Did I dare do anything? I mean, really. I was planning on fucking this kid. I finally tried to interrupt.

“Bob …., Bob …” He ignored me completely.

Then he finally broke the kiss. “Where’s your bedroom?” How could I be more shocked than I was already. I mean, was this really happening? He’d only been here in my apartment for a couple minutes but he was already ready to fuck my trick. II suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at anything Bob does, but marching into my apartment, ignoring me completely, and helping himself to my trick was something else. And now he was ready to fuck him? This was beyond belief.

I said Bob was ignoring me, but right now I saw he was looking at me, actually glaring at me, waiting for my answer. I jumped to my feet. “This way” I said as I led him down the hall to the guest bedroom. I pushed the door open, and he brushed past me, still smooching and still holding Peter against him with one hand.

Peter’s face was red, he was sweating and moaning and from the look on his face he must have been overwhelmed by lust. He was in gay man’s heaven, being carried by this giant muscled demigod. He was living a gay man’s greatest wet dream, being taken and controlled by an assertive superstar.

“Get lost” Bob said to me and kicked the door closed.

I went back to the living room. I was upset, but what could I do? I suppose I should have been angry, not so much because he was fucking Peter, but just him taking control of my life. Walking in here and taking control without a thought for me. But how could I get angry at Buffalo Bob? I didn’t dare, he’d break me in half.

And …. and I still had hopes. After all, he was here. He must have come by to see me, and just got sidetracked by cute little Peter. If I ever had a chance to sit and talk to him, I was sure I could help him see the reality of things. Teach him about relationships and try to control his arrogance and show him what I had to offer.

I heard a couple screams from the bedroom, Peter screaming. I don’t know if Bob was slapping his ass or his face or what, but wasn’t at all surprised, and had no doubts that Bob was into rough trade and was probably knocking Peter around. I walked back to the bedroom and listened in and heard slapping sounds, but Peter’s screams had changed to grunts. Evidently there were no preliminaries since Bob was already banging into his ass, fucking the shit out of him. The slapping sounds were Bob banging into Peter’s ass and Peter grunted each time.

I almost considered barging in and confronting him. I mean, why should I put up with this? I was a professor and even if he was an imperious giant, he was still a student. I did not consider myself a nerd since I played tennis and was a good swimmer as well as a dedicated hiker, and I didn’t let people walk all over me. I was no wimp.

At least I wasn’t a wimp before Bob showed up. But now…. But now, I don’t know. He was frightening, and he was controlling. And he was so beautiful and glorious and to be honest, I was thrilled that he was noticing me and giving me attention. There is no doubting it, I was thrilled to become his lackey. I knew he was going to use me and abuse me, and I was so excited about the idea that I would probably be willing to kiss his feet in appreciation.

So, I went back into the living room and stewed, and waited. It was not much more than half an hour later that the bedroom door opened, and Bob came out.

“I’ve got something for you, pops” he said as he came into the living room. Obviously, he hadn’t even bothered getting undressed to fuck the kid because he was still fully dressed with only his shorts open and his softening dick hanging out. “Clean my dick,” he said. He walked up in front of me and stood there with his hands on his hips and that smirk on his face I was so familiar with. He just waited.

I hate to keep saying this, but I was shocked. There was no end to Bob’s ability to shock me. He wanted me to clean his cock, take it in my mouth and suck it clean after he’d just finished fucking that kid? What the fuck? Admittedly, his cock looked clean, but clean or not, it had been up that kid’s ass.

“You can’t mean ….” I started to say as I got a look of horror on my face.

“You’re going to do it” he said calmly. “You know you’re going to do it, so don’t waste my time arguing. Get on your knees.”

“Bob, Bob, Bob” I started to plead. “Please Bob.”

“Don’t fuck with me. Get on the floor before I kick your ass.” My shock at this outrageous demand dissipated and the fear factor appeared because he sounded angry. The instant realization was that yes, just as he said, I was going to do it no matter what. He was going to make me. So, I’d better get at it.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. Did it taste of shit? Well, yes, just a little, but not enough to make me puke. I sucked on it, sucking it clean.

“Lick my balls.” No question, no objection, I just did what I was told. I licked his balls.

“Now tuck me away and zip me up” he ordered. Again, Bob being as outrageous as possible. He constantly found ways to humiliate me, literally every move he made was to be demeaning. His cock was about half hard, so it wasn’t that easy to get it into those shorts which were snug to begin with. But I managed it and got him zipped up.

He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, so I was looking up at him. He smiled at me. “Listen up. Just so you’ll know, I like you. I like your apartment and I like coming here, this was fun tonight. So, I’ll be coming back.”

Then, with the smile still on his face, he slapped me. I let out a yelp.

“When I tell you to get on the floor, you do it,” he snapped. “You can be my playmate as long as you’re useful, but you gotta know I’m in charge, always. So don’t fuck with me.” He just held me there for a minute as he glared down at me.

Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to my feet. Lifting my chin, he bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He kissed me, right on the lips. A real kiss even if it was a quickie.

“Be a good boy” he said sweetly and then turned and walked to the door. “By the way, you owe me forty bucks.” He walked out leaving the door open.

* * * *

My mind was going a million miles a minute. He hit me, he called me pops, he made me lick shit off his cock. But he also said he liked me, and he kissed me. Straight acting, bodybuilder extraordinaire, Buffalo Bob; he kissed me. I was to be his playmate? Really? Actually, that didn’t sound bad. Be a playmate to an imperious young man who was unquestionably a superior human being. Why not?

Peter was still lying naked on the bed with a red ass. I figured Bob was into rough trade, so it was no surprise that he had warmed up Peter’s ass before fucking him. Peter had a smile on his face so he enjoyed it, but who wouldn’t enjoy it, getting seduced, disciplined and fucked by wet-dream Buffalo Bob.

Just before he left, Peter begged me to tell him how to get in touch with Bob.

* * * *

At my next lecture, I reviewed the collapse of the monastery system in Britain and in Europe in general in the sixteenth century. At the end of each lecture, I sometimes have a question-and-answer period. Not always, but sometimes, since most things should be handled by the grad student instructors.

As I finished my lecture Buffalo Bob stood up. As brazen as always, he didn’t raise his hand like everyone else, but just stood up. So obviously, we were going to have a question-and-answer period whether I liked it or not.

“Yes Bob.” Yes, it was alright to know his name. Everybody knew his name now.

“The story these days is that fifty-two percent of all catholic priests are having sex with little boys” he said. “And today we’re supposed to be enlightened, so I wonder what it was like back then, back in the sixteenth century, what was it like in those monasteries? You’ve studied this so you must know all about what those monks were doing in those monasteries since they were probably just as horny as the priests are today, so how many of those monks were diddling little kids?”

That got quite a laugh from the class. I forced myself to laugh along with them. But I was nervous. What in the hell was he up to?

“B-Bob” I said, trying not to be nervous and not quite achieving it. “Ahhh …. F-First of all, fifty-two percent of catholic priests are not having sex with boys. That’s simply not true.” I turned to my assistants who had just joined me on the platform. “Larry, would you enlighten B…Bob (I damn near said Buffalo Bob) on the sex life of the monks in the sixteenth century.” I considered calling on Jerry since he was Bob’s instructor but thought that would put too much pressure on him. His face turned red when Bob first stood up. He probably had more to lose than I did if Bob did something crazy.

Larry chuckled as he started. “We have absolutely no information on whether there was child molestation going on in those monasteries.”

“But’s it’s likely, isn’t it?” Bob spoke up. “Those horny dudes were probably screwing kids day and night.” Everyone laughed again except for me and Jerry. I tried to put a smile on my face but was too nervous, and Jerry looked like he wanted to fall through the floor. Larry laughed as much as anybody.

“If I might expound on this issue, doctor?” Larry asked as he turned to me. He actually bowed to me with a sweep if his right arm, putting on a show.

“Please, go ahead” I said.

“We can surmise lots of things from reading between the lines from writings in the sixteenth. Were their boys in the monasteries? Yes. It was common practice to have orphan boys living in the monasteries to clean and run errands and perform duties for the monks. Those monks were human beings just like the rest of us, with the same human failings and frailties. I think we can surmise what some of those duties may have been.”

“Oh yeah” Bob chuckled and so did everyone else. “I bet they were having fun times.”

“But we have no proof” Larry continued. “This would be total guess work, and that is not history. That is not what we are studying here.”

“Maybe that’s what we should be studying” Bob said. “Reading about orgies with little kids would be a lot more interesting than what we’re studying. Hell, I could easily write a twenty-page report on that, and I could make it really steamy.” Then he turned to Jerry and laughed. “How about if I change my report, teach? Change it to boys getting screwed by their masters, screwed by the monks, instead of bodybuilding. Whadaya think?”

I needed to stop this and get in control. “Okay, Bob. Thanks for your input” I said quickly. “That’s it for today, class.”

Everybody stood up but Bob wasn’t done yet.

“You’re the teacher, teach. You need to investigate this and get back to us. You’re gay so this would be right up your alley for you to study.” The whole room froze and was instantly silent. Everyone was shocked, me more than anyone. Buffalo Bob was playing with me, but it had to stop.

“That’s absolutely enough, Bob” I snapped angrily. “Class dismissed.” I picked up my briefcase and left the room.

To be continued..

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