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The next day, in class, Tony could barely even focus on Professor Montoya's lecture. United Nations blahblahblah. All he could think of was last night at Screwdriver, with the hunky prof covered in jizz and on his knees. Tony took more note of his body. Again, the guy had a little extra poundage but he could tell some of it must've been muscle. He admired that barrel chest. When the professor turned around, he noticed how well his ass filled out his slacks.

Finally, lecture broke and everyone packed up. But Tony stayed behind. He waited until everyone was gone and walked up to the professor.

"So..."

"Yes, Mr. Rossi?"

"About last night..."

Professor Montoya looked up at Tony, an impish grin on his face. "Was fun, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it sure was... Ummm... So do you go there often?"

"Yeah, I'm sort of a regular."

"And the guy you were..."

"He was an ex. We still... play... from time to time," Professor Montoya snapped his briefcase shut. "Let's not talk about this here... you never know who might pop in for the next class."

"Uh right... sorry."

The professor took out a piece of paper and scribbled something down and handed it to Tony. "Come to my house at 6 tonight... If you want. No pressure."

"Thanks, I'll let you know," Tony said. The professor smiled again and walked off. Tony stared at his ass, a bit too long, then looked at the paper. An address, and a phone number. 

Tony had another couple of classes that afternoon, and was at the frat house by 4:30 to drop off his stuff. He texted: I'll be there. Want me to bring anything?

Moments later, his phone buzzed. I have everything. See you at 6.

Tony wasn't quite sure what that meant. But he it would probably be hot. He ran into Drew, literally, as he read the text.

"Whoah, bro, watch out. Texting and walking can be dangerous!" Drew joked.

"Yeah, sorry, man, just gotta be somewhere soon."

"Oh yeah? Where at?"

"Don't worry about it. I gotta go shower."

"Hmmm... a shower... that could be fun..."

"Oh, no, sorry... I--"

Drew put his hand on his mouth, stopping him. That's literally all it took for Tony to start getting hard. Drew already knew. He put his hand on Tony's crotch.

"See, you like the idea," Drew said. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

Drew pulled Tony's clothes and dragged him to the communal showers. 

"Wash," he commanded. "Nice and slow." And Tony complied, as if in a trance. He took his time lathering himself up with the soapy sponge, putting on a show. He heard Drew moan as he rubbed himself just watching him. His own tool was standing up now. 

Finally, after a few more minutes of this, it was enough. Tony turned off the shower and started to reach for a towel that wasn't there. He suddenly felt his hands pulled up above his head, and the unmistakable click of handcuffs he's gotten so used to over the past few days. He didn't even resist at first, then broke out of his haze as he realized he was fastened to the beam by the shower hose.

"Dude, what are you mmmmmm!!!!" Tony was cut off, for the umpteenth time, it seemed. This time, it was back to basics with the gag. The bandanna that started all of this shit.

"That's a nice show you gave me, but let's be real, I like you like this more," Drew kissed Tony's cleave-gagged mouth, then dangled the key in front of him. "I'll leave this just by the sink." On the other side of the shower.

"Mmmmant mmrmeach!"

"No shit, Sherlock," Drew laughed. "Well, I'm sure someone will get you loose. Eventually."

Drew walked off. 

There was no clock in the shower, but Tony was convinced he could hear one ticking. Fuck. It was probably already almost 5. Tony tried to think of who might come by to get him free to make his date. Wait... was it a date? Tony wasn't sure. But he fuckin' wanted to find out. And he was still dripping wet and rock-hard. Fuckin' Drew. He should've found some damn way to keep his ass out of the frat. Now this was going to be his new reality. Kept at the mercy of a damn freshman. But hindsight is 20/20.

He couldn't undo the handcuffs -- that's what they were for when they were locked in place. But he probably could, after some trying and putting his muscle into it, pull the beam out of the wall. No. Then he'd be on the hook for repairs and those would be a pretty penny. He tried to wedge the bandanna out of his mouth. But it was pulled in tight, and even cutting a bit into the corners of his mouth. He looked at himself in the mirror on the other wall. What a damn sight. Muscle stud, neutralized by some cloth and metal.

"MMMEEEELPPPP! MMHLPPPMMM!" Tony called out, and kept trying every few minutes. But for the longest time, there was nothing but silence. Other than his own gagged screams and moans of disappointment. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, he heard footsteps in the hall. The door opened.

"Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" 

"What the fuck?" Devin, the guy who walked in stopped dead in his tracks. "Dude, what are you doing?"

"MmmmMmmmph!" Tony tried to say it was Drew.

Devin pulled out his phone from his little shower hamper and started shooting video. Tony rolled his eyes. THIS again? 

"MMMHgggrrrr!" Tony growled into the camera. "Leeemmme goooMmmmm!"

Devin pointed the camera down at Tony's erect cock. "Looks like you like this, though.... not sure you wanna be let go."

"MMMmmon!" 

Devin snapped a few more pics, laughed, then put his phone away and went back to his own business. He hung his towel off and turned on the shower right next to Tony. Tony glared at him. Devin was another well-built jock, though he could tell his dick wasn't that big. Tony wondered for a second if Beta Gamma ever lets anyone who's NOT a fuckin Adonis join. Seems like 8 out of 10 are your typical pretty boys. And Devin was another.

"Mmmm! Mmmm!"

Devin wasn't even minding him at all. He just did his thing, and after a few more minutes of preening under the showerhead, he flipped it off and toweled off.

"Good luck, bro," Devin laughed as he left. He didn't even bother looking at the key to the cuffs. As the door closed, he could hear Devin yell out to the guys to see the surprise in the bathroom.

"Mmmfuckr!"

And soon enough, a few other guys streamed in and laughed at the pledge master's predicament. More pictures. More videos. 

"Looks like Tony likes this!"

"Who knew he was such a kinky fuck?!"

"That'll be good to know for a dry spell sometime!"

Tony twisted around so his dick at least faced the wall. That only got him some smacks on his bare ass.

Drew walked into the growing crowd. And joined in the laughter. 

"Haha alright enough of this. Let's turn him loose..." Drew said. "Anyone see a little key anywhere?"

The guys started looking for a moment before one yelled that he found something at the sink. They handed it to Drew and he walked up to the trapped hunk. Tony could only glared as his captor now played like his savior. Before Drew uncuffed him, though, he put his mouth on Tony's nipples, sucking and nibbling at them and jerked his cock a few times. That got another few jeers and cheers from the audience. Finally, Tony was let go. He stormed off to his room, naked, the bandanna still tight past his lips.  

He grabbed his phone, and saw it was already 7. A few missed calls. Some texts. All from Montoya.

He called the professor. Voicemail. 

"Mmmrr!" Tony started. Then realized the soggy cloth was still in his mouth. He strained to pull it out and down around his neck. "Professor! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I was getting ready and then I got... well... it's a long story... If you don't call back... I'll see you at lecture on Thursday...? Again so sorry!"

...

At his house, Professor Montoya was putting away the plate he had set out for Tony, a bit annoyed. He heard his phone buzzing but let it go to voicemail.

"Well, Victor, not the worst thing to have some extra food left over, right?" John quipped as he sipped a glass of wine.

"Eh."

"Oh look, Tony finally called," John said as he handed over the phone. "See what he had to say. Put it on speaker."

The professor thumbed the speaker on and they both laughed at the moan and groan of exasperation at the top.

"Well, I guess now we have an idea what happened to the little bondage whore," John said. 

"Yeah, frat boy follies.. they never end with you boys, don't they," Victor wasn't so pissed now. 

"Yeah. But that's just how you like it, isn't it?" John got up and started unbuttoning the professor's shirt. 

"Mmmhmmm," Victor said. "Let's go into the playspace. We'll get him in here soon enough."

To be continued...