The Professor and the youth

David stood in the garage, cup of coffee in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. My arms were tied high above my head and my legs spread wide open. I was completely naked except for the ball gag in my mouth and the 3 way cock and ball ring.

David had just given me a spanking with the wooden paddle. Now, he was marveling at the warm red glow on my ass cheeks. Beads of perspiration formed on on forehead as he attached the nipple clamps and tightened them.

“You look sexy, professor. You're gonna suck my cock before I breed you again tonight.” 

The drool slipped past my ball gag and was dribbling down my chest. David roughly fondled my genitals, slapping my cock a few times just to let me me know who was boss. While I hung there, being tormented and teased by this young dominant, my thoughts went back to the first time I met David.

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I was pushing a shopping cart of groceries to my car. I was about to load them into the trunk of my car. This bushy haired young man came up to me. He was wearing blue jeans with holes in them, dirty sneakers and a dirty sweat shirt. He asked me if there was a laundromat near by.

I told him I did not know of any laundromats. He quickly pulled out a gun and ordered me into the car.

"Please. Please take anything you want. I don’t want trouble. I’m not a hero."

He shoved me into the drivers side.

“Just shut up and drive."

I started the car and asked him where he wanted to go. He ordered me to drive to my home. I told him if intended to rob me, he wouldn’t find any money or expensive items at my home. He laughed at me.

"I'm not gonna to rob you. I need a place to stay for awhile. Until the cops quit looking for me. At least I think they're looking for me. I stole a car last night. I left it in the market parking lot. You live alone?”

I said yes, because I was too frightened to lie to him. I lived in a nice older section of town. Very quiet and private. I pulled into the driveway, pushed the button to open the garage door and pulled inside. I pushed the button once more to close the garage door.

He took me inside and tied me to a kitchen chair. My arms behind the chair and my ankles to the legs of the chair. He ordered me to stay quiet while he brought the groceries in from the car. He put some items in the refrigerator and left the rest on the counter.

He lit a cigarette and began to poke around the cupboards and drawers to see what was there. He remarked to me how neat and clean the house was. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of diet coke. There was a container left over spaghetti. He placed it in the microwave. 

He sat down at the table and began to eat. He glanced up at me.

"What? Yes I'm eating like a pig. I haven't eaten a lot in a last few
days. This is the only food I had today.”

He shoved the last few bites into his mouth.

“This spaghetti is the best! I love left over spaghetti and pizza."

I managed to muster enough courage to speak.

“What's your name? Mine is Robert.”

He leaned back and lit another cigarette.

"David."

"Where do you live, David?"

“Anywhere I can. I been in foster care since I was 5. Now, I aged out.”

He flicked his ashes in the empty soda can.

“That means I turned 18 and I’m no longer anybody’s responsibility. You get kicked outta the program. You’re on your own.”   

He leaned over the table toward me.

"I’m gay. I’m a queer! I like men. I thought you should know that. Since you’re all tied up over there and I could take advantage of you.” 

I could tell by the tone in his voice, he hated authority and older adults. I’m sure he blamed the adults for everything that was wrong in his life. He tossed the cigarette into the soda can.

“So, what about you? Where do you work? Why ain’t you married?”

I took a deep breath.

“I’m retired. I taught at the university for 26 years.”

“Really! You’re one of those college professors?”

“Yes.”

“I noticed when I first saw you, how smart you looked. I thought maybe you was a lawyer or a doctor. Because you talk good with big words. How come you ain’t married?”

“I was for 22 years. Then we divorced, because we had nothing in common anymore.”

I tried to change the subject back to him. I asked about his foster homes. He said most were very bad. They only wanted the money. He grew up fighting for everything he had. He had to become dominant in order to survive. He raised his hand.

“Just because I’m gay don’t mean I never had sex with girls, because I have. A warm pussy is much better than your cold hand. But, you know, the hand don’t give you no shit!”

I changed the subject again.

“Are you going to shoot at the police with that gun when they catch up with you?

He laughed out loud, then pulled the gun from his back pocket. He placed it on the table.

“You mean with this? I found it in a dumpster one night. There’s no bullets in it. It was empty.”

I had been waiting for him to become aggressive. I suppose something triggered it, even though I didn’t know what. He walked over and pulled my tie off, then started to unbutton my shirt. I began to protest, but he told me to keep my mouth shut.

He yanked my shirt up and pulled it open. His hand slid across my chest and his fingers played with my nipples. Pinching and pulling them. He unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and slowly slid his hand onto my genitals. His fingers explored my cock and balls. He leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"You ever had a man suck your cock?"

I swallowed to get the lump out of my throat.

“No, never.”

“Good. I like to be the first at everything.”

He untied my hands and made me stand up. He removed my suit coat and shirt, then he retied my hands behind my back. He untied my feet and pulled my pants and shorts off. He stepped back and smiled.

“Wow. You’re a hot looking daddy.”

He led me down the hall to my bedroom, and into the bathroom. He stripped of his cloths, proudly showing me his teenage erection. He turned on the shower, we got in and he closed the door. He pushed me back against the shower wall. 

“Spread you legs!”

He knelt down and took my flaccid cock into his mouth. His hand gently rubbing my balls in his hand. I was surprised how quickly my cock swelled up in his mouth.

It was almost impossible to describe how wonderful it felt. His tongue slid up and over my cock, and his face against my balls. My glans slid back and forth over the the roof of his mouth. 

The mere thought of him taking me like that in the shower, was enough to make me cum immediately. The shower water splashed over his head and face, washing away the sperm from his lips and face. We stepped out of the shower and he turned to me.

"Now tell me, professor. Wasn't that a great suck you ever had?"

I didn't really know how to respond to that. It was actually the only time my cock had been sucked by anyone. Male or female.

David reached over and slapped me on the ass.

"I don’t like sleeping alone. Guess we'll have to bunk together. I can trust you not to take advantage of me, right?"

I knew he was making a smart remark.

"No, I don't think that will be a problem."

That night we both climbed into bed naked. He cuffed my hands to the top bed rail. He did take advantage of me, that morning when my cock was fully erect. He sucked it and again it was the most wonderful feeling. 

I knew that eventually, I was going to have to suck his cock. I was hoping he would tie me up and force me to do it. I though perhaps I would be more enthusiastic if he was to forced me.

That evening, in the shower, he ordered me to get on my knees suck his cock. It aroused because I felt he was dominating me and forcing me. He shoved his hard teenage cock into my mouth and began thrusting his hips in and out. I almost gagged several times. He held my head steady between his hands.

Several seconds later, I heard him yell with a loud groan. I tasted his hot sperm filling my mouth. He held my head tight against his balls, thrusting harder.

"Yes! Yes! Keep sucking until it's all gone!"

Truthfully, it was not as bad as I had expected. I knew at some point anal sex would be coming. I pushed that out of my mind for the moment. We got in bed and he tied my hands to the rail again, but I didn't mind. I actually liked it. I had convinced myself, if he tied me up and forced me to do things. He would have control over me and I would have no choice but to obey.

I laid there awake, hoping he would touch me. Suddenly, I felt his hand sliding up my inner thigh and it gave me goose pimples. I opened my legs to give him better access to my genitals. His hand rubbed my balls and cock, softly pinching the head. He leaned over and whispered.

"It's milking time at the cock farm."

He tightened his grip around my cock, while his other hand gripped my balls. My cock swelled up almost immediately. There was something about someone else touching my genitals that really excited me. His hand was slippery, because it slid easily up and down my hard cock.

It was beginning to feel so good, edging me up to the orgasm. My hips shot upward, but David never lost his grip. His hand rubbed up and over my glans. I was grunting and moaning uncontrollably. I never felt anything so intense as he continued milking me.

Two weeks had gone by, but it seemed like only a few days. David and I managed to fill a void in both our lives. I never realized how much I liked bondage and domination before. I suppose bondage and domination was an inner desire I never realized I had before. 

I think for David, he needed someone to be there for him. Someone to actually care about him. I don't think he ever had a true relationship until he met me. I was a straight man and he was a gay teen. It was a copacetic relationship.

Now, we could explore things within ourselves. It may sound like a weird and twisted relationship, but it is exciting and fulfilling for the both of us. I love his bad boy, juvenile delinquent attitude. It makes the role playing games more arousing for the both of us. I especially love the spankings he gives me.

David never finished high school, so I began tutoring him so he could get a GED. I’m probably the only tutor, who must teach in the nude. And the only tutor that is constantly being disciplined by his student. It is challenging to teach, tied naked across a desk while the student is pounding your ass with his hard cock.

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by BJJL
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