Innocence Lost

Randy picked up the dice and rolled them, banking the pair off from the game box on the table. He counted his plastic shoe counter five spaces and chortled as he landed on Park Avenue. The young man counted the play money like a professional bank teller showing it briefly to the kid on the other side of the small student table.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know you got the money.” Brian said looking down at his measly two-hundred and fifty dollars.

“I could lend you five hundred large, and all I’d ask his you flash me some skin.” Randy giggled as his peevish friend scowled at him.

Brian briefly looked down at his baggy T-Shirt, perhaps mulling over the idea of flashing his roommate his chest.

“It is your turn, Brian.” Randy said leaning back and opening the small refrigerator in their dorm room. “You want one?” Taking out a cold beer and popping the lid, he saw Brian squirming at the living room table.

“No,” he flushed catching Randy’s gaze, “and I wish you wouldn’t bring that stuff in here, Randy. It’s against the rules, you know.”

“Oh rules. It’s always rules with you. You need to break a few now and then.”

“Why aren’t you just going to the bar?”

“Duh, it’s like eight o’clock. I’m not heading out for a few hours so I need to prime the pump. Not going out sober.”

“That late?”

“Man, nothing happens until at least midnight. I really need to get you out.”

“Who are you going with tonight? Anyone I know?”

“Dillon, you know him, down in room four-fifteen.”

“I don’t know him.” Brian busied himself arranging his land cards and small stake of cash. He flipped cards back and forth, arranging them differently until he methodically color codified the playing pieces.

“Sure you do. Remember, we were all in the elevator last night after supper. He’s that small guy with the blonde hair -- the one that likes to play computer games!”

“Oh! That guy! I thought he dropped out weeks ago. I never see him around.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“You know I can.”

Randy leaned over the table looking left and right in the small kitchenette. Of course no one else was in the room and it made Brian grin.

“He slept with his sister. Boinked her good!”

“That’s sick! Randy, how would you know about something like that? No. Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.” Brian cupped his hands over his ears for a moment.

Randy gleefully smiled and waited for Brian to remove his hands then said in a hurried whisper “Well, it’s not really his sister but step-sister.”

“That’s still just gross.” After a long pause, as the guys looked at each other trying to control their evil grinning, he pleaded. “Okay how do you know this?”

Randy dug into his pants pocket, taking phone in hand. He fiddled with an app and then turned the phone’s screen to Brian. Randy’s roommate stared slack jawed at the girl spread eagled on a dorm bed; her legs spread wide, a boy mounted between her.

“Oh God!”

“It gets better,” Randy snickered as he thumbed the play button. The small speaker blasted out the bleating cries and wails of the girl grunting, groaning, and moaning. The video played for a minute as the young guy gyrated over the girl, humping her faster and faster. The girl’s face poked out from behind the muscular shoulders, her face contorted in ecstasy.

“He was pissed off at their dad for not paying for a semester in London, so he seduced and fucked his half-sister. This shit is great.”

“Turn that off, I don’t want to see any more.” Brian returned to the game board obviously disturbed by the tiny GIF of the two having wild sex.

“You can’t trust any girl. They would fuck anything.” Randy said, mocking his roommate’s discomfort.

“Not my Amanda.” Brian looked at Randy, his eyes spoke of true commitment.

“Yeah, Amanda is a keeper. That is for sure!” Randy lied to Brian. Deep down he didn’t trust Amanda -- not any girl.

The two played two sets of Monopoly as the night wore on. Brian lost both games but he really didn’t care, either did Randy, who was having a great time teasing and playing with his roommate’s innocence. Randy wanted to see just how far he could push the sexual innuendoes before Brian got mad.

“Shit, it’s ten o’clock. I gotta go!” Randy said getting up and tossing the two beer cans into the trash.

“So soon? Can’t we play some more?” Brian grimaced.

“I have to get down to the Roaring Eagle before it gets too packed. I like to get a table by the bar. And, hell, I might get laid tonight.”

“I wish you would stop talking like that Randy. You know that makes me mad.” Brian glowered as he put all the pieces back into the box, folding the map board up, and checking to make sure everything was inside.

“Come down with me. After a few free drinks, you’ll loosen up!” Randy spoke over his shoulder as he grabbed his coat.

“Naw, I’m waiting for a call from Amanda. I have three chapters in history to read, too. Have fun -- but not too much fun.” Brian waved at his roommate, as he left the apartment.

Randy always hoped that Brian may be checking out his ass as he left the apartment. More than once he thought of installing a mini-cam in his bed to see if he did. The snotty nosed AV girl liked him and was always offering some sort of gizmo to record sound and video. He inwardly laughed at the geeky chic, knowing he could get anything from the girl with just a flirty kiss or touch.

That night in the bar Randy met up with several new boyfriends he got to know after the play from the last semester. It was just another night of drinking and carousing. He did well too -- dancing with a new guy called Caleb. He was thinking going to go back to Caleb’s apartment, but he got an urgent text from Brian.

Flipping through various pleas from girls texting him for attention, he found Brian’s message: “I need help! Urgent. No joking.”

Randy made some feeble excuse and left the bar hurrying home to find Brian lying on his bed, slowly cursing.

“What’s wrong, dude?”

“I checked my grades online. Professor Franklin gave me a ‘D’ on my last test!”

“What the hell, you crammed for that test!” Randy said sitting down at the table.

“He’s screwing with me. He told me if I didn’t come over to talk about it, he was going to fail me in every test I take.”

“What? That makes no sense, what are you even talking about?” Randy was incredulous. He never heard of a professor failing a student out of spite.

“I don’t like him. There is something not right about him. He wants me to meet him at his house.” Brian quivered on every word. He actually swore under his breath.

“You think he is into guys, do you?”

“Maybe...why else would he want me at his house?”

“I tell you what. I will talk to the prof and see what’s up. “

“Would you, really?”

“Nobody messes with my best bud!”

Randy had dealt with professors before. After his initial encounter with the director of the college’s theater department, Mr. Reardon, he made it known around campus that for a good grade he could be had with a discreet encounter.

Randy easily passed Trigonometry 101 and Biology 203 with such easy tactics, even though the professor of the latter course was a woman in her mid forties. He found many professors to be sexually repressed and his body was more than enough to handle their pathetic needs.

He lured Professor Janet Smothers to the same hotel he fucked Reardon, finding the middle aged woman hadn’t had an orgasm in twenty years. During the heated night of savory delights, lapping between the professor’s legs, the older professor admitted to Randy that she had a thing for young guys. For Janet, Randy set her free – and as a bonus Randy was great in bed. After that encounter, he routinely got an ‘A’ on her tests, with nothing more than his name at the top of the sheet of paper. And, of course, with him going to bed with the Biology teacher. That had been a great semester!

Randy’s plan was going to be simple. He would borrow one of those tiny body cams, so small today that it could fit it on his glasses without notice, and record some damning and incriminating language from the bastard professor. Then, if he was feeling up to it, fuck his brains out and do what he wanted with him -- then again, he might just ruin his career with the video being sent to the Dean’s office email address.

A wicked smile played across Randy’s tanned innocent face.

****

Randy tapped on the thick wooden door into the professor’s office and waited. There was no sound from the other side of the door and he was about to leave when a muffled voice said to enter.

He opened the door into a very dimly lit room; the walls were crowded with books of every size and dimension. Along the outside wall a large desk, computer, and disheveled man worked reading piles of papers. The other wall was a large oak bookcase and across from that, near the desk, an old sagging couch.

“Yes?” The peevish guy asked.

Randy gawked at the tiny little man. Could this be the terror of the Philosophy department? A new wrinkled grin spread across his thin lips as he thought this guy couldn’t be more than a minute and a blow job.

“Yes, Dr. Franklin?” Randy spoke, a bit of dour in his naive voice.

“I am Franklin, what can I do for you young man?”

Randy eased himself over to the couch near the desk, plopping down almost as if he owned it. He undid his leather bomber jacket just enough so his tanned skin poked through.

“I want to take Philosophy next semester, sir, but I’m scared of the class. I have to keep my grades up or my dad is going to make me come back home.” Randy laid it on thick. He peered over his dark rimmed glasses. He stuck his index finger in his mouth, provocatively.

The professor put down his pen and pushed away the papers on his desk, “It’s not a hard class. What’s your name?”

“Randy Anderson. I’m a freshman here at the college.”

“Well Mr. Anderson the course is really more for a sophomore or Senior. It would be a bit difficult for you as it requires developed writing skills. Have you had any advanced writing courses?” He pushed back a long lock of hair over his balding head. A gentle smile played across his face as he rummaged through a stack of papers.

“I have a class syllabus here, somewhere.”

This couldn’t be the guy that Brian was swearing about. He was in his late forties, small, pale, and almost fatherly in appearance.

He had to push his game further, so he pretended to tie his shoes. Bending over he made it possible for the professor to watch him closely and unguarded.

“So you were thinking of taking the class next semester?” The professor busied himself with papers on his desk. The last few words stammered as he must have caught the glimpse of his open shirt.

Randy looked up playfully. The professor awkwardly looked away. He got up and moved to the other side of his desk and the Randy noticed bulging in his pants. He was either packing an Idaho potato in there or he had a big cock.

“I am willing to do any sort of extra credit, if it means I could squeeze through the class. Really! I am willing to do anything to get an ‘A’ in the class.” Randy sat on the couch, his legs straddled the old leather armchair, and he bit his lower lip timidly.

“Well it’s going to take some hard work. You might have to sweat a bit,” he said with a dangerous smile.

The trap was set, thought Randy.

“Well . . . I need to get going quickly as the summer semester is starting in two weeks.” Randy stood up and approached the professor, his leg brushed past his and he noticed his eyes flare. He stood only inches from him, he breathed in his rugged aftershave.

“I have finals coming up for my current classes but here is the syllabus,” he gave the sheet of paper to Randy, for only a second their hands met. Randy licked his thin dry lips as he pretended to check him out.

“Is there any way we I could bank some extra credit before the class starts?” Randy hoped he wasn’t being too blunt and obvious. He had to know if this was the guy that Brian was so afraid of. He looked like an old curmudgeon.

“The bookstore doesn’t have the texts in stock yet, but I do have a few at my house. If you want, you can stop over and pick them up.”

“I’d like that,” Randy purred.

He handed Randy a business card, pointing to his house address. He moved real close to him and whispered, “I expect you to be ready for anything.” He grinned.

Randy studied the card and wondered what he was getting in to.

***

It took a half an hour for Randy to get back to his small apartment. It was just off campus but he liked to walk the long way back home, through the open fields and the small copse of elder trees. The paved path followed a small creek that ran along the subsidized housing for the school.

There he stopped on the small wooden foot bridge and gazed into the gurgling waters. He picked a small white flower coming through the fields and now plucked one petal from the stem and let it flutter down the waters. Each one he watched pulled downstream and disappear.

In the moment of the calming waters Randy reflected on how much his life had changed in just the first year of college. Only two more weeks and his freshman year would be over. When he came to the college he was shy and introverted. It wasn’t until he met up with the theatre group did he blossom.

And he opened up like flower. After he lost his male virginity to the director, he found a ravenous appetite for sex. He didn’t initially seek out more partners, but it just happened that he fell, literally, into bed with the lead actor of the play.

Then towards the end of the play, he met several others in the troupe that was more than willing to fuck him. There was no making love, rather just crude sexual pleasures in those nights after the play, and he laughed to himself when his old girlfriend talked of making love.

After Randy discovered that director Reardon just wanted him for the night, and that there was no love in his passion, he too accepted that sex was just an intoxicant. Like slamming a few beers, it was not a supper rather it was just a way to get high and get off.

Afterwards the world opened up to him. He first started out small, taking a guy in his first period English class giving him a blow job. He too thought it meant something. It didn’t. He just wanted a piece of meat at the moment and he fit the bill.

He found pleasuring himself was interesting, but craved that other person. The sheen of their sweaty body, the purring and cooing of girl students or the barking and grunting of guys. Sex was not something he was overly particular about.

Randy never thought he would be so promiscuous. He was raised extremely conservative, never allowed to go out or own a car, or even dare ask his parents to go out with a girl. He had a lot of time to make up for and he was determined his junior year he would do just that.

After his second semester he discovered a few professors that would swing his grades around, for a poke between the legs. Even a couple of the prudish women professors turned out to be cougars.

Behind closed doors he was getting a name for himself as a loose and fast guy. He quickly used his new found skill to get ahead.

The last of the pedals slipped from his slim fingers and she followed it down to the swirling waters, running to the other side of the bridge to see it bob and buckle in the current.

He picked up his backpack and continued on the way home.

As he approached his apartment door he could hear voices inside. Randy slowed and inched his way towards the apartment, his brow stitched into confusion. Brian never left the door open and was fanatical about locking it.

“What do you mean you have plans tonight?” Brian’s voice seemed incredulous.

“I have some friends here and I just want to hang with them for one night, is that so hard for you to understand?” A girl said.

Randy instantly recognized it as Amanda, Brian’s girlfriend from back home.

“You come all this way and the first night you want to spend with some girls,” Brian sounded upset.

“I’ll make it up to you. I just want to get it over with and then the rest of the week we can go out. Every night, I swear.” Amanda replied.

Randy darted back around the corner as Amanda walked past. Was that a grin? Randy waited a minute as he watched the girl get into a car and drive away. Shaking his head in distrust, he stewed. Randy was going to have to test that bitch too, he wondered to himself.

Walking into the apartment he announced his arrival home. Brian was busy doing some dishes and waved without turning around.

“What’s up?” Randy said playfully.

“Oh, it’s Amanda. She drove all the way here and now wants to spend time with some college friends instead of me.”

“Awww. Well, it’s her loss because you are so a good and wholesome guy.” Randy fell on to the couch, wiggling out of his jacket and shoes.

“Did you talk to the professor?”

“Yeah, I made up some bullshit excuse. I’m going to go over to his house tomorrow. I’ll find out what’s going on.” Randy said his eyes glued to the phone messages.

***

Randy arrived at Professor Franklin’s house ten minutes before his appointment with him. He had ridden the short distance on his bike and padlocked it to a street post just down the road. Walking up the pleasant suburban housing development, it all looked immaculate with mowed lawns, festive flower gardens, and well maintained brick homes.

What a perfect picture of Americana, he thought. He had fretted all the way there wondering why the professor had so quickly invited him to his house. Why didn’t he just bring the books to the university, but he didn’t want to sound difficult.

His plan was simple enough. Get the professor to say something inappropriate to him; perhaps even get him on the little digital recorder and then blackmail him with the information. He wasn’t against any sort of nefarious deed to ensure his best friend got a better grade in the class. After meeting the little pipsqueak Randy found it hard to believe he was anything but a middle aged bookworm; a mouse.

He rang the doorbell, checking the business card and the house number to be sure he was at the right place.

He waited. “Man, this guy is as slow at his house as he is at the university” mused Randy, mumbling the words out loud.

The door opened and Professor Franklin offered him into his home, gesturing a place to put his coat, if he wanted.

“I am just making some tea. You want some?”

“No, I am good. I’m just here to pick up those books. Want to get studying, you know!” Randy tried to sound naive.

The professor walked back into his kitchen, clinking dishes and the hiss of steaming tea emanated from the kitchen.

“Randy, would you reach up on the top shelf and pull down the Etruscan statuary? I have a sore back and can’t reach that far.” The professor asked from the kitchen.

Randy studied the small sitting room. A couple of oak chairs, a small table, a large flat panel TV, and two bookshelves were crammed together. He searched for the statue, not knowing exactly what an Etruscan was.

He spied an old, tarnished stone figurine on the very top shelf of one of the shelves.

“Where is it? Oh you mean this little statue on the top shelf?”

“Yes, that’s it. Could you just put it on my desk?”

Randy arched his slender back, his tight little ass jiggled as his fingers grasped the old statue. He wiggled his fingers, clawing at the small stone figurine as he grabbed hold and pulled it off the tall shelf. What a picture that would have been, he mused silently.

Randy placed the old statue on the desk and sat back down, tucking her shirt back into his pants.

A minute later the professor came back into the room carrying a tea cup on a large wooden box. Setting it down on the table, Professor Franklin took a sip of tea and proceeded to pull out a three-part form handing it to Randy.

As he looked at the odd form, he removed a large folded white robe and a large flashlight from the box. He took his teacup again, sipping it loudly in the quiet room.

Randy’s eyes arched at the eclectic oddities.

The professor watched patiently as Randy tried to figure out what the form was.

“What am I looking at?”

“That’s a police report on the theft of my Etruscan statue, worth hmm . . . close to ten thousand dollars.” The small wiry man pushed a button on a remote control lying on top of the desk. The large TV flared to life, showing a video recording of Randy reaching for the statue -- his small body wiggling for the hidden camera.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Just a bit of insurance in case you think of going off to the police or Dean’s Office for our little get together. I can tell them you made it all up.”

He then handed the robe over to Randy, sitting down and propping his feet up on the desk he fondled the long black flashlight aggressively.

He took another long sip of tea, the sound mocking Randy’s confusion.

“Let’s cut the crap, Randy. You didn’t come here to get some books. I know all about you and you sexual exploits so if you want a good grade, you are going to earn it today.”

“I came here to talk to you about my roommate’s grades. His name is Brian Williams?”

“Yes, he’s not doing well at all in my class.” He replied impatiently.

“I want to fix his grade,” Randy shot back, looking over his black rimmed glasses toggling the hidden embedded camera.

He didn’t know how long the memory would record; the little geeky girl never finished her explanation after she installed it.

“Take your clothes off and put on the robe. Now!”

Randy was stunned at how quickly this little mouse moved. His mouth fell agape.

Randy locked eyes with the professor, but the professor’s gaze stared him down. Randy’s will wilted and he succumbed to his growing mental presence. He took his coat off and started undoing the first three buttons of his shirt.

“Can I at least go somewhere to change into this robe?” He knew where this was going -- A silky robe, a shadowed bedroom, and a quick and dirty fuck. He wasn’t going to give the guy any trouble. He knew he would get his revenge in the end.

“I’m going to see all of you in minutes anyway, just take your clothes off. Don’t be such a fucking prick.”

Gritting his teeth angrily, Randy slid out of his jeans. His long tanned legs accented by just the softest of golden hairs where he hadn’t shaved in the last few days. His shirt came off too, then underwear. His thin and taught belly quivered, a diamond stud in his belly button sparkled. His chest heaved as he gulped air with expectation of what was to come next.

Randy stood, in a defiant stance, in front of the professor. His hands rested on slender hips and his legs splayed out in a determined posture.

“You are a gorgeous boy, and spirited too. We’ll see how you are in a few minutes. Follow me,” he said as he walked towards the back of his house. He came to a thick wooden door, its latches were cast iron and heavily reinforced. The door swung out and groaned on tired metal latches.

“Down the steps, Randy. I got this flashlight.” He flicked the button on the side and its beam of intense light cut through the darkness of the cellar. The wooden steps creaked as Randy took each one slowly. His silk robe fluttered in the dank wafts of air that swirled around the opening.

Each step led him deeper into a dungeon. The beam from the flashlight illuminated heavy chains and wooden racks along the wall. In the center of the room stood a large wooden table, on each corner links of iron chains ending in manacles. The table was rich cherry, dark and highly polished.

“Get on the table and spread your legs and arms!” Franklin demanded, without any softness or question. It was a stern command from someone who required respect and authority.

For a second, Randy hesitated.

“I said do it now!” The man’s voice changed radically from his soft demeanor at the college to a powerful, forceful voice. He was in charge in his dungeon; it was his demesne.

Randy clambered up on the table. “Do you want me to take off my robe?”

“Did I tell you to do that?” No!” The invisible voice was harsh and cruel, without a thread of sincerity.

A bright spot light turned on over Randy, its beam just wide enough to engulf his body in pearlescent white light.

A virgin waiting to be sacrificed in a gothic ritual?

Randy lay on the table and waited. Suddenly strong hands grasped one of his arms, pulling it to the corner, an iron manacle cinched over his small wrist. There was something exhilarating about him being lashed, Randy was both scared but yearned to see what would happen next. This was something new and very exciting for him.

Bubbles of sexual desire percolated in his brain. He expected to see a strange apparatus appear out of the darkness, arms ending in long ribbed dildos. He craned his head left and right, but all was darkness. The light above seared into his young flesh, he felt like a piece of meat under a heat lamp.

Franklin moved around the table grabbing his other wrist even more forcibly, pulling his tanned body to the other corner of the table. Then his right leg and finally his left leg manacled. Randy Anderson was stretched to each corner, his muscles taught, and he seemed to hover an inch off the table his handsome body trembled.

He breathed hard in exhilaration but also a bit of fear.

What was he going to do next? Randy wanted more. He wanted to feel even more afraid, letting his sexual energies feed on the raw emotion.

With a quick pull on his robe’s belt, the man tore away the slick clothing. Bathed in angelic light, his body bared all for the man to see.

Quietly, only the labored breath of Randy could be heard. His entire body lay open for his approval. A golden tan, offset with a few suggestive tan lines – showing snowy white skin.

“Now the fun begins, my little slave. Repeat after me: Please whip me master.”

Randy’s mind spun, his eyes dilated and everything turned black except for the heavenly glow above. Through the brightness he could see nothing but the purity of the cascading light.

“Please whip me master. . .” he stumbled on the words unknowing what they really meant.

The man pulled an iron leaver, the table leaf folded downward and Randy’s head slid backward to forty-five degrees, his throat prominently displayed to the master of the dungeon.

A soft moan bubbled up from his lips. Randy could not see what Franklin was doing as blood rushed to his head and his vision blurred.

Suddenly the thwack of something across his thighs made the young man spasm. A searing pain that lasted only a few seconds, then again. He flinched with agony. A grunt of pure sexual power bubbled from parted lips.

He twisted and bucked on the table. Randy arched his back, distorting his lean tummy back and forth each time the whip struck trembling legs.

“Repeat, child” was all that he whispered.

“Please whip me master.” Randy moaned. It wasn’t just a guttural plea for help but mixed heavily with expectation of sexual desire.

He wanted to be whipped again: Whipped harder, faster….more fiercely. The exhilaration of the moment ticked audibly like a clock.

The whip moved further up his taught and sweating body. A leather lace fell between his legs and he cried out in utter indignity. Randy moaned further, wanting more.

“Scream as loud as you want, child. No one will hear you down here.”

The whip’s long oiled leather laces landed again between his legs. He was damp with desire. More than any cock or tongue had ever given him such pleasure, the leather laces brought him to multiple orgasms. He flinched each time the whip found its mark between his legs. Each time he screamed out his libido.

“Please whip me master!” His breath came out in gasps, ragged and rough. He pulled on his wrists, wanting to hold the whip. Randy didn’t know what he would do if he got a hold of it; throw it in the corner or thrust it repeatedly between his golden legs.

The whipping abruptly stopped and silence filled the blackness of the room. Rough hands cradled his back, as something was forced around his neck. A thick black leather collar, holes punched along its length wrapped around his slim throat.

The master of the chamber cinched the black belt tight, his breath came in gasps.

Holding his damp matted hair in his fist, he violently jerked his head back. Franklin pulled a heavy leather band over his face -- a thick raw hide bone stuffed in his open mouth, he gagged as he pushed it in. Tiny silver chains, clasped on both sides of the cheek tugged back, forcing the dog bone deeper into his mouth.

His manacles were removed, but there was no rest for Randy. His body sagged back on the rough boards, his skin on fire. He felt every twisted and buckled board.

Randy was pulled up and off the table forcibly, he fell to his knees weakened by the experience. He tried to gain his feet, but the strong hands of the master pushed him down.

“Walk on your knees, little one.”

Randy slid forward, his knees scuffed along the cold cement floor.

“Now down on your elbows. Giddy up my little pony!” The dark and husky voice was not pleasant. It dominated him and he wilted to the rough demands.

Knees and elbows, scuffed cherry red, his head held high with the halter around his neck and face. Franklin stood behind him egging Randy forward like a little show horse. Using the whip on his tender ass, he forced him to move forward

A whip cracked over her snowy white ass, the pain only masked the pleasure of this debasement.

Through the choking bone in his mouth, Randy gurgled “Whip me Master, I want another!”

“Not now child. You will learn to love the lash across your body. We have more pleasures awaiting you in the next room.”

“Please master, whip me!” Choked Randy, he rapidly blinked his eyes trying to clear the rivulets of sweat that poured into them.

A deep chuckle echoed the room then a fiery lash was felt on his ass again. Such pleasure gained from pain was intoxicating.

Franklin guided Randy across the floor, through another door and into a shadowed room. Randy climbed up on a low dais, collapsing from exhaustion.

Overhead were reflecting mirrors. He gazed at his sweat stained golden body, tiny pink lashes across his delicate skin. Franklin was a master of the whip, inflicting pain but leaving no welts on pristine flesh.

The machine that he expected to see, rolled out of the darkness. Two long arms ended in nine inch black ribbed dildos. Another appendage had two nipple clamps. Randy’s eye grew large as saucers; he knew what would happen next!

What exhilaration!

He need not be bound, as Randy spread his arms and legs across the dais. The machine moved under its own volition, the arms spinning on an angled axis -- the dildos wiggled up and down, back and forth.

His gag was removed and Randy’s tongue worked to moisten his dry lips.

First to penetrate him was the nine-inch dildo in his ass. It plunged in and he arched his back. The other arm came forward clamping on his dark red nipples, the clamps made him bite his lip as they rocked tender tits back and forth.

Squirming under the two arms, the third and final one thrust multiple times until it found his glory hole and it picked his ass off the round couch, giving his lower extremities a long shake.

How long did the machine work him over was hard to tell for Randy. It may have been only minutes, or then again it could have been hours. The waves of ecstasy never seemed to end. The room spun counterclockwise as the machine taught the young man new levels of torrid sexual delights.

All the while Franklin stood in darkness egging on Randy to relax and to relish the unbridled feeling coursing and bubbling through him. As the machine worked its magic, his yells and screams turned into cooing.

Slowly the machine stopped and Randy felt the arms release him. Randy fell back, his spine tingling. His skin prickled with goosebumps, shivering and teeth chattering.

From out of the darkness a soft blanket landed next to him. He covered himself and breathed a sigh of relief.

Franklin then met him under the covers. He straddled his legs and pushed his cock between his trembling thighs easily reaching a rapturous orgasm. The older man fucked Randy long and hard, his cock sliding deep into the younger man’s ass.

The professor hooked his two fingers into Randy’s mouth and pulled to the left. His tongue lulled to the right. With his other hand the professor pulled open Randy’s eyelids, revealing two wide eyed pupils staring ahead. These fingers massaged his mouth, gums, and throat. After several long minutes, the gleeful professor stuck his cock in Randy’s wanting mouth and cummed again feeling the rapture of sadomasochistic joy.

Randy was so exhausted from the BDSM he did not resist.

He sagged upon Randy, breathing hard into his ear.

“My god, Randy, you deserve more than ‘A’.”

Biting back the aches of his body, “Just make sure Brian gets an ‘A’ on his final.”

The professor looked into the boy’s eyes. He melted back into the tiny insecure man in the college office. “Certainly.”

Randy rose on shaking legs, wrapping the towel around his taut, lean body and moved off to find his clothes, coat, and shoes. Dazed, Randy must have gotten outside his house and wandered back to his bike. He could not ride it, as sore as he was, so he pushed it home solemnly. His mind, filled with images of him strapped to the table begging for him to whip him, both terrified Randy as well as set his desires on fire.

Randy got back to his apartment, finding it quiet and deserted. He didn’t know if he wanted to cry or laugh but ended up just lying on the couch staring at the ceiling. The slightest sounds of the apartment building drifted across his heightened senses. The young man was in a different place, almost a vacuum of emotion and intellect, as he stubbornly tried to calm himself. The slight ping of his wall clock told him that it was already four o’clock.

He knew Brian would be gone for a while, studying in the library and then going to the cafeteria for dinner. He stood up on shaking legs and pulled his thick black rimmed glasses off his face.

He downloaded the petite camera’s memory on to his laptop and watched the strange video. It was intense and halfway through he had to stop and get drunk. Sliding the bottle from underneath his cot, he drank the dark brown liquid. Rum felt good to sear through his body and numb Randy’s brain.

The young man crawled back to the couch and finally let the demons of his mind claw down into a listless sleep.

***

There was a light touch on his arm as Randy’s eyes fluttered open. Standing over him in a rich mahogany bed Brian waited, smiling.

“Where am I?” croaked Randy through parched lips.

Brian said nothing and smiled. His roommate stood in front of him

Randy felt weird. His eyes caught glimpses of things that could not be real. He lay in a huge feathered bed, bilious white cotton sheets heaped all around him. Sturdy four corner posts of burled dark wood inlays with a rich finish of grandeur enhanced the sturdy carved canopy bed. Beyond, floated clouds of pearlescent vapor so wispy and indulgent that Randy wanted to pluck the cotton candy pieces and eat them.

“This must be a dream,” he tried to say but his chaffed lips only mouthed the words.

Brian knelt down beside him, still smiling. “You deserve this for what you did for me. I’ll do anything to please you.”

Randy’s fingers traced the subtle lines of Brian’s face. He wanted him so bad. The thoughts of the horrid dungeon fell into a black hole, sucking all the fears and apprehension of sexual pleasures with it.

He beckoned Brian to join him in bed. The lean, muscled college student hesitated, fearfully gazing off into the clouds that surrounded the floating bed.

“Come to me Brian,” he whispered to his roommate.

Brian seemed to fall away, clutching at the wisps of smoke and clouds that formed hands to pull him away.

Randy jerked out of bed, flailing forward he grabbed Brian’s fingers and clenching on to them. He pulled with all his might, a moan of excitement and labor echoed in this odd surreal place.

Both guys tumbled backwards into bed, their legs and arms splayed in all directions. They rolled around playfully trying to find each other in the mass of covers, sheets, and young limbs.

Brian bent slowly down and kissed Randy, his tongue dipping into the wanting mouth. Two tongues spun and twirled around the other, hands groping face and neck.

“I have wanted you from the first day I saw you,” whispered Randy, licking his roommate’s throat. His hands reached under the guy’s shirt and down his pants finding the tight throbbing cock between his legs. Wetness signaled to Randy that he wanted more, and he was about to give him everything.

“I wanted you more than anyone, ever” Brian moaned. “Even more than Amanda, I was so jealous when you told me you fucked Troy.” He grabbed a fist full of silky hair and kissed him savagely on the mouth.

“I thought you hated me for being gay?”

“Shh….less talk. Tonight I am going to fuck you.”

Brian pulled back the cotton sheets, revealing Randy’s naked body.

~ ~ ~

“Randy, wake up!” Brian shook his friend awake, standing over him in an opposing stance of control and determination.

Randy opened his eyes staring up at a disproving Brian shake his head in disgust. Slowly he pulled himself to a sitting position noticing his left hand down his pants. His fingers were damp with cum.

“Jerking off on the couch, Christ, Randy, at least do that in your own bed!” Brian spun around and stomped away.

All that Randy could say meekly, “I’m sorry.” The dream seemed so real. Randy watched Brian’s tight ass under his blue jeans walk away.

He pulled himself together and tried to comfort Brian. “I talked to your professor. He said he would reconsider your grade.”

Brian spun around his snarl turned to a broad smile, “He did!”

“Yup. I am sure that your grades from now on will be terrific.”

“How did you convince him?”

“Oh, I just had whipped him into shape, or more aptly he did that to me!”

Brian frowned, “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, man. I’m just really tired and I have been having the craziest dreams”

“Well, they say dreams are a doorway into you most inner needs.

Randy smiled; staring out the window he said nothing.

“Like I dream of panda bears all the time, what do you think that means?”

Randy blinked and returned his gaze on to Brian, “Well, maybe that you should get one as a pet?”

“’Randy those things are huge and would rip me apart. They look funny, but they’re not!”

“Sometimes in life the most peevish things, in reality are literally monsters!”

“Oh yeah. I have met some professors that looked like sweet old guys, but turned out to be real bastards.”

Randy again smiled, not saying word.

“Have you ate yet, ‘Randy? I could fix us some spaghetti and we could watch some TV?”

“Sure that sounds great.”

That night Randy sat next to Brian, both guys taking the ends of the couch with a bowl of popcorn between them. They watched TV and laughed, talking about how they would keep a panda bear in their dorm room.

The End.... For Now!