Professor Nathan Winston was certainly not among the most hated professors at the college, but at the same time he was not among the most popular either. The man, now over forty, presented a rather bulky physique, of someone who had probably played some kind of sport in his youth, but who had let himself go for quiet a while now, with a full beard and not-too-long hair that was always perfectly trimmed, and two round-rimmed glasses surrounding two brown eyes. His black beard and hair were traced by gray streaks, which were becoming more frequent every passing year. He was a reasonable man, always ready to give a chance and offer a helping hand to students if they asked him, yet he had one flaw: he had a firm belief that his subject was the most important one ever. It did not matter what course the student was in, whether he took it because it was a mandatory or optional subject: if you gave his exam you had to be aware of the whole syllabus, down to the comma, without exception. This of course had meant that he had built up a certain reputation on campus, and those who took his course were always almost all people who had to give it as a mandatory exam. Of course, there were always exceptions, and every year there would turn up that half-dozen students who, for one reason or another, ended up taking it despite the rumors. Often these were either the stereotypical “bookworms” or people who dropped out after a short time to change the curriculum, realizing that these were not exaggerations and that the professor really did have that much conviction.
However, there was also an exception to the exception, in this case embodied by Randal Keyes.
Randal had entered college with an athletics-related scholarship and an ego the size of the campus. His various successes in sports, especially track, had made the young man particularly confident in his physical and social abilities. This was coupled with a pretty good brain and a body that turned the heads of the entire female population of the college. Auburn hair that was always perfectly groomed, a face with sharp features, runner's build coupled with a height many called ideal, two gray eyes that penetrated right into the soul, and a dazzling, seductive smile had soon made him the idol of the crowds. Unfortunately, the cocky attitude, arrogance and laziness that always led him to seek the easy way out, had also made him a nightmare for whichever authority figure stood before him.
So why had lazy Randal Keyes decided to take a course as difficult as that of Professor Winston?
Class had now been in session for a good twenty minutes, and the only noise reigning inside the room was Professor Winston's clear, deep voice and the rustling of pens on papers mixed with the clicking of computer keys.
The atmosphere of tense concentration was palpable, all the students were paying attention not to miss a single word of the man, knowing full well that he might even go so far as to ask for his exact sequence of words during the exam.
The atmosphere of religious silence was interrupted, however, when the classroom door was opened. Instantly Professor Winston's voice froze as every single person's eyes went to the doorway, where Randal's figure stood still. The young man merely flashed one of his cocky smiles before casually making his way to one of the vacant seats toward the back rows of the classroom. Professor Winston merely gave him a glare before clearing his throat and resuming his explanation. Instantly the students collected themselves and resumed taking notes.
All except Randal, who merely settled back in his seat and then yawned and bowed his head on the desk. After a couple of minutes he was already snoring under his breath.
Finally the hour ended and the various students exited the classroom, politely saying goodbye to the teacher, who had now settled down at his desk and was checking the computer, responding to the greetings in passing. After everyone had left and the man had responded to a couple of e-mails from some colleagues, he raised his head and, displeased, saw that Randal was still in the classroom, peacefully asleep in his seat.
Immediately he took a deep breath as mixed feelings made their way through his head. To himself he was already wondering whether to leave before the young man woke up when a grunting noise made him realize it was too late. Randal straightened up and stretched, yawning blatantly as he took to looking around. When his eyes landed on the professor he stopped and broke into a smile.
“Oops, I'm afraid I fell asleep,” he apologized as he stood up and raised his arms to do some stretching.
Professor Winston lowered his gaze to his desk again and took to putting his things away, “It would seem so. You should take the class more seriously. The fact that you came in twenty minutes later is also a problem."
"I had to train. The regional championships are in a couple of weeks and I need to be at the top of my game."
The man closed the bag and stood up, making the chair scrape on the floor, and then headed for the door without even looking in the young man's direction, “Your scholarship depends on your grades, don't forget that. Now you better hurry up, I don't think you want to be late for your next class, have a nice day."
He was almost at the door when a hand came between him and the exit and closed the door in front of his face. Before he could realize what was happening Randal stood between the two and smiled at him as the sound of the key turning announced that he had just locked them in. The man swallowed as his eyes accidentally met those of the younger man. An almost predatory light shone in the other's gray irises as he pulled away from the door and approached him.
Instinctively the man recoiled, “Randal, I have to go, my wife-”
"Your wife is working and the children are at school. Relax, you have nothing to fear, I just want to have a chat."
The young athlete kept moving forward, forcing him backward, until the professor slammed into the desk. The sudden impact and tension caused the man's bag to slip out of his hand as he lost his balance. Before he knew it, professor Winston was sitting on the desk. Instantly Randal's hand snapped and went to clasp around the tie, pulling him to himself until their faces were inches apart. The man swallowed without being able to tear his eyes away, as if hypnotized. Randal smiled and his features became almost sharp as a smile full of cruel amusement passed over his face.
"It hurts me to know that you think so little of me, professor. I came to class as soon as practice was over, I didn't even have time to shower. Can't you tell?”
In saying these things he pulled the tie slightly toward him, causing the man's face to lower and bring it almost in contact with his shoulder. The man could smell the odor of sweat being emitted by the other, not too strong, but still enough to be noticeable. Without meaning to, he felt the familiar sensation of the mouth of his stomach closing as his breathing became more labored. As he did so, however, he kept on huffing in the musky and intense aroma, that kept on stirring something deep inside him.
Randal smiled and let go of the tie, then stepped away from him without looking away.
“Well well, would you look at that ... It certainly seems that our dear professor needs a little more concrete proof of my current state.”
Nathan could not speak, the words stuck in his throat that refused to come out, even when Randal blatantly removed his shirt, exposing his trained chest. The young man approached again and raised his arm above his head, uncovering his armpit, “Come on professor, why don't you check it out? The proof of my hard work”
Almost as if in a trance the man bent his head toward him. Even from that distance he could feel the whiff of sweat, much clearer than before, reaching his nostrils and, as a now natural reaction, he felt his cock hardening as salivation began to increase. Part of him wanted to sink his face into the student's armpit and taste the other's skin with his tongue and nose, but still another part weakly resisted those instincts, causing him to freeze halfway, a conflicted expression on his face.
Faced with his hesitation Randal lost patience. He huffed and with one hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him forward, thus pressing him into his armpit. The man stiffened and struggled for a couple of seconds, except to give up after a while and relax, his nostrils filling with the aphrodisiac smell.
Randal chuckled as he raised his arm even higher to allow the other to bury his nose in it better: “That's it, good pig. Inhale properly. You like it, don't you? My real man smell turns you on, doesn't it? Come on, breathe in, take big mouthfuls, enjoy my scent. Oh, what a resourceful pig, even with your tongue, huh? Clean me up good, use it for once for something useful instead of just babbling.”
Professor Winston had stuck out his tongue and was enthusiastically licking his armpit, his labored breaths trying to hold the other's scent in his nostrils as much as possible. He looked like an animal in heat, and by now his erection was so visible that the entire crotch area of his pants was tense almost to the point of bursting.
The teacher did not even seem able to think anymore, his brain registering only the other's masculine musk and his words of degradation.
Finally after another couple of minutes, in which the only noise to be heard throughout the classroom were the teacher's moans and his tongue licking the younger man's sweat, Randal pulled away, pushing him away.
By now the man's legs could no longer support him, and he fell to the floor in an almost drunken state, unable even to speak. The student watched him for a couple of seconds before chuckling and taking his place on top of the desk and then removing his shoes and remaining only with his socks on. That single gesture seemed to reactivate the professor, who began sniffing the air before struggling to his knees, his eyes glued to the other's feet. Similar to a zombie he crawled closer. Randal chuckled before lifting one foot and placing the sole directly on the other's face. The man took a deep breath as his hands went to the foot to press it firmly against him, sniffing it with transport.
"What a pig. If only your wife could see you now, the proud and composed Nathan Winston, her own husband, reduced to a pig who gets off on being degraded and put under the foot of one of his own students. You can try to hide it all you want, but we both know that this is your true self."
After these words he broke away from the professor, who followed him like a thirsty man whose water had been taken away, only to remove his socks and remain barefoot. Instantly the man's gaze lit up and he crawled up to take a foot in his hand and begin licking and sucking it, sniffing it with transport.
Randall sighed blissfully and then pulled down the elastic of his pants and underpants. Instantly his hard cock popped out, the tip a sporting already a generous dose of pre. While the professor was busy worshiping his feet in a kind of mystical crisis, the young man took to slowly jerking off in front of that sight, all without taking his eyes off the other.
By now the professor was unrecognizable from about ten minutes earlier: his usually perfect salt-and-pepper hair was sweaty and disheveled, his glasses were askew on his nose, his jacket had been abandoned a few feet away while his tie hung untied down his neck and his shirt was open revealing his hairy chest. The man's eyes were pervaded by a maddening light, and all his attention was solely on Randal's feet. He was desperate, hungry, completely lost behind the student... and Randal was perfectly fine with that.
He sneered before taking the juicy prizes out of the man's mouth and then putting a foot under his chin and raising his face, forcing the teacher to look up at him.
“You're so pathetic you're cute - he murmured only as he looked down at the sweaty, spit-soaked face - I've let you have your fun, now however it's time for me to have mine too - he jumped down from the desk and positioned himself to the side before looking at him and pointing with his chin at the desk - Come on. You know what to do."
The man was clearly reluctant and was staring at him as if to beg him not to do it, at which Randal rolled his eyes in annoyance before leaning down and cupping his cheeks with one hand and growling at him, “Listen to me: I didn't do all this shit just to be denied my prize, you little bitch. Now we can take this one of two ways: you do as I say and let me have my fun and then we'll go our separate ways, or I'll let your dear little wife and school board members have the evidence I've gathered about your cheating and pastimes. I don't think the missus and those fucking conservative old codgers would be very happy about that, what do you say, huh? So what's your choice, slut?"
Hearing those words the man stiffened before bowing his head defeated and getting up. Carefully, he removed his shirt and also his pants, remaining only with his boxers, where a dark spot had formed in his crotch area. Professor Winston took a deep breath before removing his garment and remaining completely naked, his hard cock pointing skyward. He let Randall observe him for a couple of seconds - the younger man had let him know several times that he appreciated him giving him a couple of moments to study him before moving on to the “main course” - after which he turned and bent over, resting his elbows on the surface of the desk and displaying his ass to the other.
Randall nodded smugly, “Good pig.”
With that said, he walked over and knelt down behind the man. With his hands he patted his side and, like a perfectly trained dog, the man rested his chest on the desk and then brought his hands to his buttocks and parted them nicely, exposing his asshole to the air.
"Mhm, what an appetizing donut. And after this morning's workout, I'm really hungry,” murmured the young man, and then leaned down and unceremoniously buried his face between the ass cheeks and took to eating his ass. Instantly a rush of pleasure ran through Nathan's spine, as he arched his back and began moaning and panting, like an animal in heat. Randal smiled and with his hands separated his ass even more as his tongue went deeper and deeper, past the muscles and penetrating him mercilessly.
After a good five minutes of tasting and moaning the younger man broke off, wiped his mouth with one hand, and stood up. He took off his pants and jockstrap remaining naked, spit first on his hand and then on the man's ass, and moistened his cock. Once he was sure, he put one hand on the man's hip - who in the meantime was slumped against the desk, his glasses lost, his breathing heavy and his eyes completely out of phase - and with the other he aimed his dick properly. He gently rested the tip against the hole and teased it lightly, but never penetrated him. This simple gesture seemed to awaken something inside the professor, who raised his ass as high as he could and moved it slightly, in a silent invitation to do what he wanted with him. Randal smiled, but, before doing as he was told, he picked up his own sweaty, pre-dirty jockstrap, balled it up tightly, forced Professor Winston's mouth open, and shoved it firmly into his mouth, smearing it tightly against his face. The man let the other do it, and even reveled in the aroma of the younger man's soiled underwear. Randal took one last look as his professor's desperate face, nodded in satisfaction and then focused back on his main target. He positioned himself properly, took aim, and unceremoniously penetrated him.
The teacher's screams and moans were drowned out by the improvised gag. The jock only nodded in front of those lustful sounds, his cock throbbing inside the man's hole, before he pulled his hips back a little and then gave a new thrust, burying a little more of his cock inside the teacher's ass. Slowly he took to going back and forth, always hitting the other man's prostate with precision, bringing him gradually closer and closer to orgasm but never giving him a chance to cum.
By now Professor Winston was completely gone and behind him he had left only a slut in heat eager to be filled and used by a real man like Randal and then thrown away like a broken sex toy. He was not a human being, at that moment he was a hole whose only purpose was to serve alpha males and intoxicate himself with their aroma. He took another breath of the jockstrap in his mouth while at the same time sucking on it.
Finally Randal decided that the other was properly prepared, pulled his hips back until only the tip was left in, and then, in one violent motion, put it in all the way to the base.
Even through the gag he could hear the moan of pure pleasure that came from the professor, who with that intrusion also came on the spot, wetting the side of the desk with fresh cum.
After that gesture Randal let the man adjust to his size for a couple of seconds and then began to forcefully pound him, grunting like an animal in heat, spanking him from time to time and encouraging him in a low voice.
"Oh yes, you have such a tight hole, I'll never get tired of your skills. Oh yes, oh yes... Ngh, you like it, huh whore? You like to feel a real man filling you up. I bet by now you can't even jerk off without shoving something up your ass. I should get a chastity belt and lock your cock in it, you don't use it anymore anyway. The only thing you need to achieve pleasure is your hole. You should drop the teaching thing and go into the slut business, you would be much more successful and you would replace the broom you have perpetually up your ass with something much more pleasurable. Oh yes, slut, moan for me, let me know how much you want me. I'm about to cum, are you ready to receive my milk? Are you ready to feel a real man inside you, bitch? Because here. I. Come!"
With a roar he buried himself completely inside him and came, filling him so full of cum that some escaped from the hole and ran down the teacher's legs. The pressure was so intense that Professor Winston came a second time along with his student.
After having climaxed, Randal abandoned himself on the man's back, where they both caught their breath, basking in the peace of the afterglow. After a couple of minutes Nathan felt the other move and remove the jockstrap from his mouth. Too tired to do anything he let him do it, convinced that he would take his things and leave him there, but instead Randal surprised him by leaning over and taking to making out with him. The man opened his eyes wide in surprise but allowed himself to be led into that intense exchange of spit.
After a couple more seconds of intense and sloppy spit swapping, finally, the student moved away, straightened up and let his own cock out with a liquid “plop” from the man's ruined hole, causing the newly deposited cum to run down his legs. He then reached into his backpack and pulled out some clean clothes and began to change.
The man watched him still half dazed, unable to fully think again about what had just happened. He only recovered when he felt something being placed on the desk. Shifting his head he saw that it was clothes. After a couple more seconds he realized that it was his own clothes. Surprised he pulled himself up - stopping for a second from the pain coming from his ass, he would surely walk funny for the rest of the week - he put his glasses back on and looked in the direction of the student, who was now at the door.
Noticing him, the other merely shrugged his shoulders, “I took them the last time I was at your house. You really should remember to always take a change of clean clothes with you, I always do that. If you're not careful there's a risk that people will start asking questions."
“T-thank you, Randal” stammered only the man.
Faced with thanks, the jock merely sneered, “I certainly don't want our fun to end like this. If you get into trouble there is a risk that I will too, don't read anything else into it, am I clear? And now you'd better clean up, we certainly don't want to let the whole campus know that strict Professor Nathan Winston is nothing more than a desperate cocksucking whore willing to spread his legs for anyone who shows a little pulse, do we? See you next week, teach, or sooner if I feel like getting some more of your attention,” and with one last laugh he opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him,
Completely red in the face, Professor Winston took to swearing under his breath and cursing the day he had first crossed paths with Randal Keyes. He got up and picked his clothes, using the dirty ones to clean up the mess left by their intense meeting. He then went to open the windows to ventilate the classroom and put on his clean clothes.
He was doing one final check that everything was okay when he saw that there was something on the floor near the desk. He bent down and picked it up. His eyes widened as he recognized Randal's dirty jockstrap, the one he had used to gag him while they were fucking.
He stood there, dumbfounded, unsure on what to do with the pair of cumstained underwear. Part of him wanted to grab them and shove them inside his backpack. and then get rid of them later on, and that would have been the easiest and less complicated solution.
Another part of him just wanted to throw it away and never think of it ever again, not caring if someone find it.
But...
Another part of him, the part that was now missing Randal thick shaft violating his ass and his sultry voice calling him a slut, was whispering him to just keep it, telling him to just embrace and do what he actually wanted to do since the first moment he picked them up.
The professor gulped, before slowly bringing the fabric to his face and taking a deep breath. The smell of sweat and cum immediately went to his head, making him instantly hard.
With a lump in his throat he put the jockstrap inside his backpack, in a hidden pocket, and walked out of the classroom, the only thought going through his mind was to go home, lock himself in the bathroom and jerk off with the item, Randal's voice and laughter ringing in his ears, the knowledge that the young man now had him completely in his power.
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