My College Professor – Part 1

A young college freshmen is introduced to bondage & CBT by a his authoritative professor.
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My College Professor - Part 1
by PG
Series: My College Professor

college professor 1I started college right after my senior year of high school, like most do. I went to a state school which was quite large, much larger that I expected. The college was like a city unto itself. It was about 4 hours from home so I was relegated to living in a dorm my first year. My mother, however, had different ideas. Since I was kind of small and not very athletic, I tended to get picked on and bullied a little at school, nothing terribly serious but enough to concern her. I was considered a 'pretty boy' by some of the guys. I'm not sure how she arranged it, but she managed to convince the school that despite their regulations, I'd be better off if I lived alone. Perhaps she embellished the bullying I received, I'm not sure. In any case, she managed to get me an apartment on campus all to myself. I was actually quite relieved.

I moved into the tiny apartment several days before school started. It was a stark affair, just a bed, a refrigerator, a stove, and a few bookshelves were all that were furnished for me. We bought an old couch, a chair, a dining room table and chairs, and an old color TV from the local thrift shop. Once I was settled in, she took me on my first grocery shopping trip. We returned and stocked the cabinets and the refrigerator. She drove me around campus, helping me find the buildings I'd be in for classes. The next day, a Wednesday, was orientation day and I was supposed to take a tour with a group of new students, directed by an upper classman. My mother wanted to spend the night and go with me but I convinced her that having her present would only create more trouble for me. She agreed and said that I needed to start making my own way in the world and she'd leave it to me. She left with the agreement that I'd call her tomorrow afternoon
and let her know how everything went.

My first night in my apartment was rather uneventful except that I LOVED being alone! I'd never had that luxury before. I stayed up until midnight, watching TV and eating junk food. I'd occasionally glance out my window and watch some of the cute upper class girls and guys moving in. Some of the girls were really hot, too. I had visions of what I might do
with them in my apartment, if only I wasn't too shy to meet any of them. In addition, I had no experience at all with girls but I was willing to learn. I'd heard too many good stories about college.

The next day I showered, got dressed and walked to the main building where we were supposed to meet. I pretty much kept to myself as we went on a walking tour of the campus but I really enjoyed checking out the girls! There were even 2 cuties in our tour. I knew I was going to love being away at college! After the tour was over, the upper classman that
gave the tour approached me.

"You're Tim Rodson, right?" he asked.

"Yes, sir" I answered.

"Dude, you don't have to call me sir," he said as he smiled.


"No problem. I'm Ken. Anyway, Professor Jarvis, your math teacher wanted me to bring you by his office before you left."

"Why?" I asked. I suddenly felt like I'd done something wrong and I hadn't even been to my first class yet.

"I don't know, he just called my cell phone and asked me to bring you to his office."


I walked along with him quietly as we meandered through the halls and across campus to the math building and into the professor's office. When we arrived, the professor was on the phone but he waved us in. Professor Jarvis was a decent looking older man, probably in his mid-fifties, in fairly good shape and sporting a short haircut that was mostly gray. He smiled as I sat down. Ken approached the desk and the professor handed him a $100 bill, payment I assumed for giving the tour. It wasn't until thinking back on this months later that I realized he'd paid Ken for bringing me to him.

Ken took the money, said goodbye to me and left. I sat there, looking around the office until he finally got off the phone.

"Sorry about that. I had to finish a consultation with another professor. They always want consults at the most inopportune times," he laughed.

"Yes, sir," I answered, like I was accustomed to having to find time in my own busy schedule to talk to subordinates.

"So, you're Tim Rodson," he said as he picked up a file on his desk and began to read through it.

"Yes, sir."

"Tim," he said as he put the folder down and looked at me over his glasses, "I wanted you to come here because I see a notation about you being bullied in high school."

"Well, it wasn't that bad," I answered.

"Nonetheless, I won't tolerate my students being bullied. I just wanted to let you know, in private, that if anyone bothers you, you come tell me and I'll take care of it."

"Okay, thank you sir," I answered.

"You're welcome. I look out for my students." He paused a second. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Well, no, I was just going to go home and watch TV."

"You live in a dorm, I assume."

"No, sir, I live in my own apartment, alone."

He smiled.

"Very nice," he said. I thought I almost detected an bit of evil in his smile but I must have imagined it.

"Why did you ask if I had plans?"

"Well, I was just thinking about pizza tonight and I have no plans either. I thought you might want to join me."

I didn't know what to say. I was glad he was being kind to me and I thought that having him on my side surely couldn't hurt.

"Well, ok," I answered naively.

"Great! How about I give you my address and I'll pick up the pizza and you can come over about 6? I'm within walking distance and I'll tell you how to get there."

"Okay," I said.

He gave me directions to his house. We chatted a few more minutes, then I left and went home. I ate a snack, then cleaned up a bit and headed for the professor's house. I arrived promptly at 6 pm. He lived in a small, but clean house near campus. As I entered, I could smell the pizza. It was a wonderful smell. We sat at his kitchen table and ate. As we did, we ended up talking more about the girls on campus than anything else. He assured me that, in his words, as good-looking as I was, I'd have no trouble having several girlfriends. We retired to the couch afterwards and talked more. I
was amazed at how freely he talked about sex with the girls at school. He told me that he'd had sex with quite a few of them. This really excited me.

What he did next was the icing on the cake for me. After making me promise not to say anything to anyone, he showed me pictures on his laptop of some of the girls on campus. They were all naked and posing for him. I thought he might just be making it up but then I recognized one of the girls. I'd seen her earlier that day on campus so I was now convinced he
was telling the truth. There were a few pictures of some of the girls giving blow jobs to somebody with a very large cock but his face wasn't visible. There were a few similar shots of the same dick going in and out of their pussies. After I had looked at a bunch of them, he slipped and said something about how good this blowjob was as I looked at the
picture. I realized that the huge dick must be his. I kept his laptop where it belonged, on my lap. I didn't want him to see my own hardon.

After we looked at a bunch of the pictures, I was ready to go back to my apartment and jack off like crazy. I was about to try and turn the topic of conversation elsewhere so I could let my dick go down, when he said he had to go to the bathroom. Before he left, he showed me another folder of pictures for me to look at while he was gone. I heard him close
the bathroom door and I began looking through the pictures. They were mostly naked college age girls and all very good looking. I didn't know how me managed to convince so many of them to get naked for him. Maybe they were easier at college. When I finished that folder, as he was still in the bathroom, I decided to look through some other folders and that's when I got a shock.

The next folder I looked at was full of pictures of naked young guys about my age. They were all tied up or tied spread eagled on a bed with 'things' attached to their cocks and balls. Most of them had the same large cock in their mouths and a few of them had this cock in their asses. I was sure it was the same dick in the other pics and I was sure it
was the professor's. It made my cock hard but I felt a bit scared at the same time. I slid my hand under the laptop and began to rub my cock through my pants as I looked at them. For some reason, I was getting even more excited by these pictures than I had when looking at the naked girls.

Suddenly, I heard the professor's voice behind me. Somehow he'd come out of the bathroom without me noticing. I turned around and saw him towering over me, standing behind the couch, smiling.

"You like bondage, huh?"

I quickly removed my hand.

"Well, it IS kinda cool. I don't know why but it turns me on."

He laughed.

"I saw you rubbing yourself. By now you've surely figured out that it's my cock in the picture and you're probably fantasizing about sucking it, aren't you?"

His tone was very authoritative.

"No, sir, I...." I didn't have words.

He came around and sat next to me on the couch and put his hand on my leg.

"It's ok, son. To tell you the truth, I enjoy the young guys better than the girls. I have a lot of fun. As an added bonus, all the guys in the pics get an A in my class, even if they don't ever show up for class or take a test. I could work the same deal with you, if you're interested."

I swallowed hard. I couldn't believe what he was asking but I WAS excited.

"What exactly would you want from me?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Oh, nothing much. Just be available when I want to play. I'll tie you up and torture you and use you for my pleasure. You'll enjoy it, too. When I say 'torture', I don't mean anything too serious, just enough to make you squirm and beg me to stop, which, of course, I won't. Then you'll service me orally or I'll sodomize you, again, all for my pleasure."

I gulped. He was serious and he had his technique down pat. Without another word, he stood up and unzipped his pants and pulled out a massive erect cock and stroked it in front of me.

"C'mon, Tim, let's get naked and have a little fun. Stand up and take your clothes off."

For some reason, his tone wasn't mean, but authoritative enough to tell me that he meant business. I was horny but not sure I wanted to do this. I paused. He removed all of his clothes and looked at me. His next words were a little more serious.
"Tim, I told you to stand and take your clothes off."

My cock twitched. An older man was about to use me for sex and I was actually a little scared but very excited. I did as he asked. He looked me up and down and then reached for my cock. He took it in his hand and began to stroke it.

"Nice. Come back here to the bedroom and let's have a session. If you don't enjoy it, you don't have to do it again."

"Um...okay," I stammered. I followed him back to the bedroom. I was hard and excited but a little scared.

"Get on the bed on your back and spread your arms and legs."

I did as he said. He had restraints already permanently attached to the bed and he quickly secured my wrists and ankles. There were little pulleys attached to the restraints so that once he had me secured, by turning the handles on the pulleys, he was able to stretch me quite tightly. He stopped just short of it being painful. I could barely move. He
put a pillow under my head to hold it up.

"I want your head up for two reasons. One, so that you can suck my big cock easier, and two, because I want you to be able to see what I'm doing to your genitals."

"You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

He laughed and stroked his cock.

"Of course I'm going to hurt you! If I didn't hurt you, it wouldn't be fun, now would it?"

I began to get really scared. He laughed again.

"Now, don't worry! I'm not going to do anything EXTREMELY painful. Just enough to make you writhe around and struggle. What turns me on is watching you grimace or moan and watching you struggle trying to escape whatever torture I'm doing to you, only to realize that you can't escape. I will have complete control. You'll beg and I'll continue doing
whatever I want to do until I'm satisfied. Once I'm sufficiently arouse, I'll humiliate you by forcing you to orally service me. Sometimes I'll humiliate you by sodomizing you. I might humiliate you by pissing in your mouth or having you stick your tongue in my asshole, that sort of thing. Forcing you to do things like that gets my dick really hard and
helps me to shoot some really good loads."

"But..." I started to say before he interrupted me.

"Shhh! Listen to me. When I'm done, I'll release the restraints and you can go home. There'll be no bleeding and no permanent injury to you. Best of all, I can tell by the hardness of your cock right now that you'll come back for more."

"I don't know if I'll come back. In fact, could you let me go right now. I'm really scared," I said.

"No, I won't let you go right now. You've gotten me all excited and I plan to use you for my selfish, perverted, sexual pleasure. I'll let you go when I'm finished. I'll be finished after I've cum 3 or 4 times. Speaking of cumming, I'd like for us to have a special bond. The only way you can really bond with a man is to swallow his semen. You'll
have a chance to bond with me several times tonight."

He laughed as he said that. He began to rummage around through a drawer by the bed. He removed some sort of device and laid it on the bed between my legs. I winced as he took my scrotum in his hand.

"Relax, I'm just attaching something to you. This is called a parachute," he said as he attached it just above my scrotum.

I had never heard of a parachute so I was watching intently as he secured it into place. He then attached several cords to it and draped them off of the foot of the bed. He attached the cords to another pulley and began to turn the crank. As he did so, I noticed that the parachute was pulling my balls downward. It didn't hurt. As he cranked the handle and the parachute pulled tighter, it made my cock stand straight up, pointing at the ceiling. He stopped cranking.

"There. The parachute is designed to stretch your balls away from your body. The more I crank it, the more it pulls them away and the more it pulls them away, the more you'll get that deep gut pain that you get if your balls get kicked or punched. The only difference is that with the parachute, the pain can be gradually increased instead of a sudden pain and it also allows for prolonged pain. As long as it's stretching your balls, your balls will hurt. It also has the added benefit of standing your cock straight up which not only makes it look really good but it also lets you have a good, clear view of what I'm doing to it."

He paused and looked at me, stretched out naked on his bed, with my cock pointing at the ceiling. He stroked his cock as he looked at me. Then he cranked the pulley one more click. I grunted a little. It had produced a very low intensity, but deep pain in my balls.

"Does that hurt?" he asked.

"Just a little," I grunted out, "Can you back it off one click?"

He laughed again, "No. We'll leave it like it is. This is only the beginning. Oh, it also keeps you from writhing around TOO much. Every time you pull the wrong way when you're writhing around, it'll pull on your balls and it'll hurt, so you might want to keep that in mind."

He then reached into the drawer and pulled out more items. First, he had a tube that looked like a toothpaste tube but when he squeezed it, a clear gel came out. He put some of the gel on my cock and rubbed it around. Then he took what looked like two black, rubber cords and secured them with clamps around my cock, one at the base and the other just below
the head.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's for the electricity," he answered nonchalantly.

"Electricity? No, please don't do that, I don't like electricity."

"Nobody does. That's what makes it so terrific for torture. Once I started running current through your cock, you'll really start to squirm. We'll get to that later. Right now, I'm not going to attach the wires because I have other plans."

I gulped but my cock stayed hard.
"Are you still scared?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I answered. I was hoping my politeness and respect would make him go easy on me.

"Good. I want you to be scared. Fear will keep your cock really hard. I need it hard for what I'm going to do and also because it means that you're enjoying it to some degree. Now, let's get started, shall we?"

He turned on a small lamp on either side of the bed, then turned off the overhead light. The lamps were so dim that they weren't much brighter than candlelight. I felt like I was in a dungeon.

He retrieved something else from the drawer. It looked like a leather strap about 8 inches long and very rigid. It was attached to a handle. He sat on the bed next to me and stroked his cock as he rubbed mine. It felt good. He gently, almost playfully slapped the underside of my shaft with the strap.

"Nice hard cock! How does this feel?" he asked as he once again gently slapped my cock.

"Not bad." I said.

He rubbed the strap up and down my cock. It felt good.

"Now let's try one a little harder."

He slapped the underside of my shaft pretty hard. I grimaced and moaned. It really stung. It had begun. Before I could say anything, he smacked it again. It really hurt. He rose to his knees and was stroking his cock with his free hand.

"Did it hurt?"

"Yes! Please stop!" I begged/insisted.

"Oh, no. Look at my cock. You're already making me very hard. We've got a long night of fun before us. That means we can take our time."

He slapped it really hard this time. As I jerked from the pain, I pulled against the parachute and quickly stopped. My cock was stinging and now, from the pull, my balls were really hurting.

"Please don't!"

Without a word, he hit it again. And again and again. He took his time, slapping my cock on the underside, occasionally striking the head of it. I looked down at my erect cock and noticed the stream of precum running down it onto my belly. I squirmed and groaned and begged. He did nothing but stroke himself and continued to hit it as he stared at it, as if in a lust-fueled trance. He continued for a good 15 minutes.

He finally stopped and looked at me. His cock was also drooling precum.

"Damn, boy! I usually wait an hour or so before I need to shoot my first load but you're the hottest guy I've had here in a while. I'm ready to shoot my first load now! Are you ready to bond with me? Ready to open your mouth and take my semen?"

"No, I...." I started to tell him that I didn't want to swallow his cum.

He struck my cock head again, really hard. I thought I was going to die.

"I'm sorry, were you about to give the incorrect answer? I'll ask you again and every time you hesitate or give the wrong answer, I'll whip your cock again. Now, are you ready to take my semen?"

"Wait! Just let me say some...."

He struck me again and again on both the upper and lower sides of the shaft in rapid succession.

"I'm sorry. What was your answer?"

"Yes!!!! I'm ready!" I screamed. I couldn't take any more of the beating.

"Ready for what? Tell me!" he insisted.

"I'm ready to take your load!" I screamed.

"Tell me again. Tell me you want to swallow it."

"I want to swallow your cum, sir!" I yelled in desperation.

"Oooo, I like the 'sir' part! Okay, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to sit on your chest and stroke my cock in your face. When I tell you to open your mouth, open it and I'll squirt my load in your mouth. Don't turn away, don't close your mouth. If you do either of those, I'll be really pissed off and I'll hurt you way more than originally
planned, understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"After I cum, and ONLY when I tell you, I want to see you swallow it all. If you spit it out, ANY of it, I'll crush your balls, understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good!" he answered. He climbed up onto my chest and began to jack his cock. His big balls were resting on my chin. I could smell his musky smell. After a few seconds, his breathing increased rapidly.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

Too afraid not to, I opened my mouth. He lowered the head of his cock toward my mouth and erupted into orgasm. Squirt after squirt of warm, slimy semen shot into my mouth. I tried not to gag. When he was finished, he squeezed the last drop or two out onto my tongue.

"Okay, you can swallow now."

I swallowed and tried not to throw up. I couldn't believe this. 3 hours ago I was happily parading around campus checking out the hot butts of the girls in front of me on the tour and now I was naked, spread-eagled on my professor's bed and he had just ejaculated into my mouth and I'd swallowed it! In spite of this, or rather because of this thought, my cock stayed monstrously erect.

When he was finished, he got off the bed and began to get dressed.

"I got to run back to the office. There's a cute little blonde girl that's meeting me there for some tutoring. Shouldn't take more than an hour or so. I'll be back in a little while."

"You're going to let me loose before you leave, aren't you?" I asked, more than a little concerned.

He looked at me and smiled.

"Let you loose? Ha. No, I'm not going to let you loose. I've only had one orgasm so far. I'll have several more before I turn you loose. In case you haven't figured it out yet, you'll be spending the night. You can go home tomorrow."

"Wait! I promised my mother I'd call her!"

"You can tell her you forgot. I've got to go now. Oh, by the way, the girl I'm going to meet, you'd really like her. She's one of the hottest coeds on campus. I'll have to introduce you to her sometime. You two might hit it off."

He started to walk away, then stopped and turned around.

"Oh, and by the way, she's spending the night here, too. Her roommate wanted her room alone tonight because she's having her boyfriend over and she didn't know where to stay so I told her she could stay in the spare bedroom tonight. I'm just letting you know so you don't do something stupid like call out to me when you hear me coming back in. It'd be
terribly embarrassing for you if she came running back here and saw you like this."

He smiled, turned and walked away, leaving me speechless. I heard the front door close as he left.

To be continued...


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