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Jordan hunched over his textbooks, trying to focus on his studies. The library was pretty much empty at this time of night, free from distractions and the low buzz of whispered conversations and rustle of turning pages. Most other students had headed back to their dorms for dinner instead of sticking around to study. He glanced at his watch again and sighed, running his fingers through his shaggy hair distractedly. He should have started earlier on his paper instead of partying on the weekends, skipping class, and only attending labs. He shook himself out of a sleepy reverie and buried his head in the textbook again, doggedly making his way, paragraph by paragraph, through the dry text.
After a few pages, he looked at his phone for the time. Only 5 minutes had passed. His neck had stiffened up during this intense study session. Jordan sighed again and rubbed his neck, trying to ease the tense muscle. He leaned back, stretching his arms up and over his head.
Cool metal encircled his wrists and his arms were jerked upward. “…the hell!!” Jordan swore, twisting to get a look at his silent attacker. His neck twinged, reminding him that he didn’t have the range of motion he usually did. “Fuck!” He was wrestled out of his seat, over to one of the bookshelves where the handcuffs were hooked on something sturdily attached to the top shelf.
His attacker wrapped his arms around him hugging him tightly and pressing in close to his back. A low, husky voice caressed Jordan’s ear with a whisper, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this to you.” He nuzzled Jordan’s neck and bit him hard, sucking on the captured flesh and eliciting a gasp from his victim. “Since you keep flirting with me but avoiding me every time I try to talk to you alone, I thought I would take things into my own hands. I know you want me, you tease.”
Finally, recognition clicked in his brain. “Troy?!” Jordan choked out in shock — the incredibly handsome teaching assistant he’d been lusting after all semester was gay?!
Troy ignored his question and pulled Jordan’s shirt out of his pants, hurriedly unbuttoning it and sliding his hands along the flushed skin. He admired Jordan’s smooth chest, brushing his calloused fingertips over sensitive nipples that hardened at his touch. “That’s nice…” he murmured, watching the younger student duck his head in embarrassment. He reached for Jordan’s waistband, pulling his sweatpants down to his knees in one swift motion.
Jordan’s cheeks flamed again as his traitorous cock bounced up eagerly to slap his abs. He couldn’t deny this chance encounter was turning him on like crazy. Troy pulled away momentarily and Jordan had to stifle a whimper at the sudden loss of contact. He couldn’t turn around to see what was going on, but he could hear the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down.
Troy returned, wrapping his strong arms around Jordan again. This time though, the evidence of his arousal was pressed between Jordan’s naked cheeks. “You want this, right?” he growled, making Jordan’s knees go weak. Troy pushed his hips forward, rubbing himself against Jordan’s ass. “Tell me how much you want this.” he demanded.
Jordan groaned, wantonly humping the older student’s hand, slicking it with his excitement. “I want this! I’ve wanted this since I saw you that first day in class. And then finding out you were the TA for my lab…” he babbled, eyes half-closed, barely remembering to keep his voice down in the library. Troy kept manipulating his cock, stroking firmly, all the while, whispering dirty things in his ear. When he showed no signs of stopping, Jordan protested, squirming and trying to stave off the inevitable feeling rising through his groin. “Troy! If you keep this up, I’m gonna..”
All of a sudden, Troy stopped everything. “I know.” he said with a wicked grin.
Jordan’s body arched and he panted, trying to regain control of his over-sensitized body.
“Come on. Let’s head back to my place.” Troy uncuffed him and pulled up his jeans and buttoned them. “Don’t worry about studying for your final. After all, I’m doing the marking!”
“You understand why you’ve been punished?” Master asked gravely.
“Yes sir.” My voice trembled. He smacked my ass hard, and I yelped. He groped my butt, massaging the bruised and reddened flesh. “I won’t do it again, sir.”
Master pointed at the corner, “Good boy. Go kneel there till I say you can move. Hands behind your back.”
I ordered her to kneel on the coffee table, knees set way apart, ass pointing towards the window. “But Sir! People could see!” she jumped to her feet and protested when I went to draw the curtains open.
“Do I need to gag you or tie you up?” I snapped. “Who owns you?”
She fell silent, dropping her gaze to the floor and shaking her head somberly. “No, sir. You do, sir.”
I put her back into position and pulled the curtains open. The early afternoon sunlight streamed in and caressed her, highlighting the goosebumps that had risen on her bare skin. I stood back, enjoying the sight of her, when I noticed something sparkling, shiny in the sunlight.
“What’s this?” I looked closer. “You dirty little slut…you’re wet to the point of almost dripping, you little exhibitionist!
(Writing and Photo by Jaydenpup)
“Take this with you and put what’s inside it up your ass.” He handed her a little tupperware box that rattled. She accepted it with a puzzled look. “Go on, I’ll follow.” he jerked his head towards the private back room of the little cafe they were at. “When I get there in five minutes, I expect to see you naked on the couch with your ass well-presented.”
She walked through the cafe, feeling her face warm with a slight blush. It felt like everyone in the cafe had their eyes her, knowing what she was going to be doing in that back room. She closed the door behind her in the back room and quickly stripped out of her clothes, leaving them folded neatly in a pile by the door. Carefully, she opened the box, wondering what was inside. It was full of ice cubes!
She inserted them one at a time, the icy droplets of water numbing her fingers. It was strange, feeling the cubes clinking together inside. She clenched her muscles tightly, not wanting any water to drip out.
When the box was empty, she placed it on the small centerpiece table made of dark mahogany, setting it squarely in the middle. She gingerly climbed up and knelt on the well-used leather of the couch and leaned forward with her face buried in a cushion, ass high up in the air, open for anyone to see as soon as they walked through the door. She could feel her stomach churning strangely with the cold water inside her. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply of the scent of the old leather couch, listening to the buzz of conversation she could hear coming from the cafe just beyond the door, waiting for her master.
Her cheeks flamed bright red as the door opened with a click and a swoosh of cool air brushed her naked backside. A rush of humiliation flooded over her and she froze, fighting the self-preservation instincts screaming at her to run and hide herself. The moments ticked by until he spoke, pride evident in his voice. “Good, girl.”