Buffalo Bob

This is an erotic fiction story about gay men and boys with emphasis on muscle worship and domination. There is both consensual and nonconsensual sex between characters in this story. If this is not your thing or you are under legal age of consent, please stop now.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, but keep in mind that this is fiction. In reality, safe sex should always be practiced. This story is entirely fictional and is not meant to depict any characters or places or actual events in real life. Any similarity to reality is entirely coincidental.

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BUFFALO BOB

Quick review: Buffalo Bob has told Professor Baker that teenager Tracy will be staying in his apartment temporarily. Told him, not allowing him to object.

PART SIX

Tracy is a slob.

It's almost no surprise under the circumstances that he would be messy. I did not have an early class the next morning, so I was still there when Tracy came out of the guest bedroom at eight o'clock and without a word, walked out.

His bed was unmade and the clothes from his backpack were strewn around the room. The bathroom was a mess, he had splashed water everywhere and the towel was on the floor. His aim was also poor since there was piss on the floor by the toilet.

And I still didn't know how old he was, but I'm sure he's not eighteen. More likely fifteen. This was going to cause real trouble if I didn't somehow put a stop to it.

I desperately needed to sit down and talk to Bob. I know I was already in deep, over my head, but I had to try to reason with him. I had to get some backbone and stop him from running roughshod over me. Unfortunately, I didn't know how to do it.

I didn't see Tracy for the next few days. He came in late after I was already in bed, and he was still sleeping in the morning when I went to work. But I had to clean up after him and he was a slob. The bedroom was always a mess; and how do you get toothpaste on the mirror? I had to wonder if he even used the shower curtain since there was so much water on the floor. The towel and sometimes the washcloth was always on the floor, and worst of all, really gross, he didn't always flush the toilet! I don't know how anyone could possibly forget to flush.

Thank God he didn't use the kitchen because I could only imagine what he could do there. However, he made one hell of a mess of his bedroom. Not only did he not make his bed but several times the sheets and blankets were wadded up and lying on the floor next to the bed. But worst, he brought in takeout and was not only messy with the packaging but the food as well, getting it all over the floor. He didn't clean up anything, leaving containers of half-eaten Chinese on the floor. While most of the mess was next to the bed, there were French fries in every corner of the room including in the bed. He must have walked around the room eating French fries and leaving half eaten ones everywhere.

Luckily, I had a wood floor in the room, no carpet, just throw rugs, because Tracy spilled everything. Soda bottles, wine bottles, cardboard containers, he just dropped them, empty or not. Who does that? Who drops a half full bottle of coke on the floor and lets it spill out and leaves it there? I had to wash the rug and the floor everyday, and most times the sheets and blankets as well.

I wanted to just close that door so I couldn't see it, but I didn't dare. The mess he was making after one day was horrendous, so I could only imaging what it would look like after a week. So, I cleaned it every day.

And this was only the first week. For the whole week I didn't see him and I didn't hear from Bob. I was at my wits end.

I was in an impossible position, and I still didn't know how old he was. I was positive he wasn't eighteen, but I knew nothing else. Where is he from? Where are his parents? If I didn't do something this whole mess could blow up in my face.

I had avoided talking to Jerry about the situation for two whole weeks, I simply didn't want to face him under the circumstances because I didn't know what I could say to him. But I had some responsibilities. Jerry worked for me as an instructor, and as I watched, he has become a slave to one of his students. I mean, he was a slave! Bob had him on a leash, for God's sake!

But I finally called him out after one of our meetings in my office. I don't know whether Claire and Larry knew what was going on or not. I know the three of them had regular evening meetings together, but nobody had said anything.

"How are things with you and Bob?" I asked Jerry after Claire and Larry left, bluntly laying it out.

"Fine" he answered, and just looked at me from across the desk.

Nothing more.

"What does that mean? `Fine'"

"Just what it says. Everything is fine. My class is going very well."

"I'm not talking about your class. I know it's going well. I'm talking about Bob, big Beefcake Bob."

"Professor, Bob is one of my students, one of twenty-one in my class. He is doing very well."

"Jerry, are you still his slave?"

"Professor, that's getting awfully personal. What I do in my own time ...."

"Listen Jerry" I said interrupting him. "I'm having a problem with Bob, and I would like to have your help. At least your advice."

"I know."

"You know?"

"I know you're having problems. Bob doesn't believe in secrets."

"I don't know if you are aware of all this stuff that's going on, but he is effecting my life and I haven't even been able to talk to him. How do I sit him down and try to talk sense to him?"

"I don't think you talk to Bob, at least not on your terms. If Bob wants to talk to you, I imagine he will, but only if he wants to. I don't talk to him either, except in class. He gives orders and I obey them. That's it."

"He gives you orders, and you obey?" I looked him in the eye as I asked this.

"Yes. That's Bob. That's just the way it is."

"But, Jerry ...."

"Listen, Professor" he said. "I've fallen for the guy. I love his conceit, I love his dominance, and I love being under his control."

"But he put you on a leash, like a puppy or something. And he makes you: ah .... what? worship him?"

"Damn straight, and I love him for it." He laughed aloud. "Look at him Professor, just look at him, and look at his actions, his power, note how easily he takes control and even charms those around him. Yes, I worship him. Hell yes, I do. And so do you."

That statement put me in my place. From his prospective he sees me as worshiping Bob just like he was, which gave me no right to criticize. But was it true? Did I worship Bob? I wasn't sure of the answer.

"Bob has moved into my apartment with me" Jerry said and waited, obviously expecting a heated response from me.

"What?" I burst out! Wow, talk about being shocked. "Bob moved ....?" I stammered, almost speechless. "Jerry, what do you think you're doing?" I was shouting now.

"He moved in almost two weeks ago."

"For God's sake Jerry, he's our student. How can you continue to be his instructor? What are you doing? What happened to your roommate?"

"He's still there. We play musical chairs with the beds."

"Musical chairs? It's a two bedroom, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is, but Bob gets first choice. Rick and I share."

"You share what, your rooms, your duties, what? What is Bob doing?"

"Rick is one of Bob's regulars now" he chuckled. "It didn't take Bob long to whip him into shape."

"What? Rick is a slave too, wearing a collar? I don't fuckin believe this" I said. "You let Bob walk in and take over? Really?"

"Professor ...." Jerry responded angrily. "Tell me how to say no to him. Tell me how to say no to `Beefcake Bob'."

Now he was really rubbing my nose in it. Of course, I knew Bob and there wasn't a chance in a million that you could say no to him. "Okay, okay. I got it. I'm sorry."

"Rick and I share all the duties and I don't really mind sleeping on the floor.

"What? I shouted, shocked again.

"Bob says giving up my bed to him shows my enthusiasm for our relationship and he loves me for it. He's let me sleep with him a couple times.'

"He's `let' you sleep with him?"

"Yeah. Rick too. I told you, we share."

"Jerry, Jerry, Jerry" I started to say. "You can't possibly think that this ...."

"Professor, you started this conversation saying you have a problem with Bob. So, I don't think you have the right to criticize what I'm doing with him."

There was a long pause as I thought that through. "Okay I'm sorry. You're right. But Jerry, this can't work. We can't continue letting Bob take over our lives."

Jerry smiled at me. "I don't have a problem with it, Professor. I'm perfectly happy with things the way they are. I love everything about the guy, and I'm thrilled that he wants me."

This whole situation was pretty unbelievable. Buffalo Bob had walked into our lives and simply taken over. And simply seemed to be the word. Jerry mentioned that he and Rick shared the duties, so evidently Bob had two slaves to serve. And I do mean slaves.

And where does that leave me? I'm not a slave, but Bob certainly had me under his thumb, dropping Tracy off on me with little or no objection.

So, Jerry and Rick had Bob and I had Tracy, the slob. But maybe Bob was a slob too, but I doubt it. But in reality, I suppose it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I mean, I never saw Tracy. He came in late at night and was still in bed in the morning. Even Saturday and Sunday he walked out and was gone all day. So, I had to do regular cleaning but it wasn't that bad; I could deal with that.

But here was the problem. I wanted Buffalo Bob. I wanted Tracy out, but even more, I wanted Bob. I wanted to suck him off again. I had relived that blowjob I gave him too many times to count. I was dreaming about him all the time and I think I wanted him to take control and maybe give me a bad time, just so I could be with him. I hated it when he hit me, but in retrospect it wasn't so bad. if that was his thing, I suppose I was willing to accept it. Yes, I was falling for him, and what is it they say about `the heart growing fonder'. I missed him.

He left the room each class period the minute my lecture was over. I asked Jerry to make an appointment for him to see me, but Bob wouldn't go for it. This was totally insane but seeing him in the front row each class period and lusting for him with regular wet dreams, was driving me crazy.

Did Bob have some special ability to brainwash those around him? Other than being spectacularly gorgeous, did he have some mesmerizing ability to control our emotions? I can't tell you why I'm so wild for him, I just am. and so was Jerry and his roommate, and I have no idea how many others.

It was one-thirty in the morning when I heard the music and looked at the clock. It took me a couple seconds to clear the fog out of my brain and realize that, yes, it was early morning, early Sunday morning.

When I heard the music, it took me about three seconds to figure out what was going on. My door was unlocked but burglars don't turn on music when they break in, so it had to be Bob. I was momentarily annoyed because it was the middle of the night, but then felt a spurt of adrenaline shoot up my spine and I got excited.

Finally, Bob was showing up. It had been ten days and I hadn't stopped lusting for him for hardly a minute. I sleep normally in my underwear, so now I pulled on my jeans and t-shirt from yesterday and slipped into my slippers.

Bob was sitting on the sofa, but it was a real disappointment to see that he was not alone. There was a kid sitting on either side of him and he had his arms around them. I just stood there in the hall for a minute or so watching as he was going back and forth kissing one and then the other while they had their hands all over him.

Bob was wearing only those tight running shorts and shoes and nothing else. He was glistening with sweat, evidently he'd been out running. My God. I relived my passion for him all over again by just seeing that incredible body in all its glory. The kids were typically in jeans and t-shirts.

The kids sitting with him were kids, not college students. I couldn't guess their ages, but they weren't eighteen.

I was of two minds whether to greet him or complain. But since he'd brought these kids along, I was an easy decision to make; he's not there to see me when he brings two tricks with him.

"Bob" I complained as I walked into the room. "Bob, it's one-thirty in the morning."

"Yes, I noticed" he said with a laugh. "Get over here." I walked over to the sofa.

"Move the coffee table." I gave him a blank look. "Get it out of the way. Move it." So, I moved the table out, away from the sofa.

"Get on your knees" he said as he looked me in the eye and waited for a reaction. And of course there was a reaction.

"Whoa. Hold up there, Bob. You ...."

"Get on your knees" he repeated in the same calm tone of voice.

"Listen, Bob. We really need to talk."

"Faggot" he snarled at me. "You know I don't repeat myself. You're going to be so fuckin sorry if you're not on your knees in the next five seconds."

What to do? I had five seconds to think it over. I only used two. I got on my knees in front of him. He brightened right up, giving me a big smile.

"Good boy" he chuckled. "I told my boys here that I owned a faggot who was a college professor. I don't know if they believed me or not but here we are. Professor William Baker, PhD. My faggot cocksucker extraordinaire."

Can I even describe how shocked I was? Horrified. And terrified. I wasn't even angry, I was scared out of my wits. If he's willing to humiliate me like this, right from the start, there is no doubt that he has plans for me that I'm not going to like. And they were probably going to be painful. I was in big trouble.

He is so big and powerful and egotistical he can do anything he wants to me, and he seems to have no control. His only interest is his own pleasure. I already know he can't be reasoned with, but I had to say something. I had to react to this.

"B-B-Bob." Yes, I stuttered. I was terrified. "D-D-Don't d-d-do this. Please."

"Hey, don't worry about it" he laughed. "You'll love it. It's going to be fun, and I know you enjoy this faggoty stuff. Now take off your shirt."

"Bob, p-please. You can't ...."

"You got duck tape in the house?" he asked, interrupting me.

I was momentarily confused, but then answered: "yes."

"You want it over your mouth?" He said that and waited. It took me a moment to realize that he wanted an answer.

"Ahhh .... no. No Bob."

"Then shut up and take off your shirt." I took off my shirt.

Bob had stopped the boys from pawing him and they were just sitting, watching him humiliate me. By the looks of their big grins, they were enjoying it.

"Go ahead, strip down" Bob said. "Get naked. I like my cocksuckers in the raw."

Alright so this was going to be humiliation night. Bob had plans and it looked like he was going to demean me and abuse me for his and these boy's amusement. Evidently making a fool of a college professor is his game plan.

But what do I do? What can I do? Where do I draw the line? He'd already degraded me so much and I'd hardly objected. I wasn't lusting for him now as he was treating me with disdain, but I wasn't angry either. I was hurt. Maybe disappointed is the word. I had such hopes of a relationship with Bob, and he was destroying that hope.

If there's any one thing positive about his actions, I don't think he had contempt for me. He simply used people around him, including me, for his entertainment, without any thought of how it would affect them. He was certainly lacking in empathy.

I didn't object. I got tears in my eyes as I removed my pants, and after a nod from him, my underwear as well. I got down on my knees.

Bob stood up. "Okay, kids, strip me." The boys got down and removed his shoes and socks and then pealed his running shorts off. As he sat back down, Bob grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me up to him and stuffing his cock in my mouth. "You wouldn't believe this guy, kids," he said. "He is one cocksucker extraordinaire; he gave me the best blowjob I've ever had. He also eats ass like nobody's business."

I still didn't object; how could I? He was completely soft, but I was well aware of what it would become. I started sucking.

"Okay, showtime" Bob said. "Get up there and show me what you can do. Make it sexy and make me hard."

For the next half hour, I saw nothing because my face was buried in Bob's crotch, but I heard all the activity. The boys put on a sex show for Bob, stripping each other and performing all sorts of sexual activities, evidently something they had prepared ahead of time. Making comments both sweet and lewd, Bob was very appreciative.

Bob was completely soft when I got his dick in my mouth, but either my activities or the boy's sex show got him hard pretty quickly. He made it clear to me he wasn't' ready to cum, so once he was hard, I just held him there, keeping him excited but not letting him reach the orgasm. I told you, I'm a very good cocksucker.

So, I didn't see a thing, but it sure sounded hot. Those kids were good, I assume from previous performances for sexual connoisseurs.

Finally, Bob grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and gave me an enormous smile. I almost melted: he is so gorgeous. "That was great, pops. Sorry you missed it." He gave me a quick kiss on the nose, and I smiled back. I couldn't help it. Did I already say how gorgeous Buffalo Bob is?

He sent me across the room to sit in my easy chair.

"Alright, which one of you is going to do me?" It was clear to me that they both wanted him so there was not going to be an agreement from them. "Pick a number, one to ten." One boy said six and the other said seven. "The number was seven" Bob said. Showing a great big grin, he motioned the boy over to him. "On my lap, baby. Show me what you can do."

"And you" he said to the other boy. "Poor old professor hasn't had a blowjob for days, so show your stuff and give him a good one."

I may be old compared to these kids but I'm only twenty-five, good looking and in great condition. I'm hot, so this kid was more than happy to suck me. He walked over, and without a word, got down and took me in his mouth.

I noticed there was no preparation at all for Bob as the kid climbed on his lap and sat down on that enormous dick of his. Obviously their showtime had included plenty of anal penetration action.

I was almost completely hard to start with and this kid was good. I call them kids and I have no idea how old they are, but they look twelve. But they had a sex show, and this kid knew how to suck cock. He did everything, giving plenty of attention to my balls as well as licking and sucking, doing wonderful things with his tongue, and most definitely swallowing. No gag reflex on this kid because he jammed his nose into my crotch over and over and just held there with my dick in his throat. Hell, I don't know how he was able to breath.

So, yeah, it didn't take me long to reach my peak. And Bob was right, I hadn't cum for over a week, maybe two weeks, so I exploded. This kid gobbled it down like cream in his coffee and drove me crazy by keeping his tongue moving while I was shooting. I tend to be sensitive after an ejaculation so after my final shot, I had to drag the kids head off my cock, because he wouldn't quit. He gave me this great big grin as I pulled him off, as in "gotchya'. He knew what he was doing to me.

I noticed a spot on the chair and on the floor, so I knew he had been just as turned on as I was.

Bob was hard to begin with from me and the show, so he came just as fast as I did. I did glance over a couple times and saw that that kid really knew how to bounce on a cock. There was no doubt these boys were experienced.

"Okay, boys, bedtime" Bob said as he stood up. I noticed it was going on three o'clock in the morning. "Let's go." He led them down the hall to my bedroom, went in, and closed the door.

I was absolutely flabbergasted. Leave it to Bob. Without a thought or any consideration whatsoever for me, he just took my bedroom and was going to sleep there with the two boys. This was arrogance of the purest kind. So outrageous as to be totally extraordinary. Only Bob could be so brazen.

Tracy was in the guest bedroom, I had heard him earlier, so here I was, in my own apartment without a place to sleep. I got sheets and a blanket from the closet and went to sleep on the sofa.

There was no sound from either bedroom the next morning when I left for the office.

Claire was already there, waiting for me.

"Yes Claire, what is it?" I asked as we got settled at my desk.

"It's Jerry, professor. Did you know I took his class yesterday?"

"No, I didn't. How is that possible, how could you take his class."

"They just marched into my classroom and sat down. Jerry didn't even warn me."

"My God" I said.

"Professor, I like Jerry, but something is going on with him. One of his students said he was sick and had to go to the clinic, but I think that was just an excuse. And did you notice his neck the other day? He was wearing a shirt with a collar, but I could still see a red streak on his neck. I swear, professor, it looked like somebody had been trying to strangle him."

"Bruises on his neck? I'm sorry I didn't notice. But I'll look into it."

"Professor, I do like Jerry, but taking his class was a real imposition. I know we're on the same schedule, but I don't know his kids and it was really awkward to teach both groups.

"Claire, I'm sorry. This won't happen again. I don't know what's going on with Jerry, but I'll find out."

"There's more professor. One of his students, that sexy bodybuilder one that sits in your front row, I believe his name is Bob, he put the make on me after class."

"What? Oh no. Jeez, I'm sorry Claire. That guy has gotten out of hand, and I don't think Jerry's handling him well. I'll talk to Jerry, and we'll be sure Bob's never in your class again. He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Well, no, but ...." She paused. "To be indelicate about it, he had me up against the wall ramming his .... well, he's very big ...., ramming his thing against me. He's very aggressive."

"I know, I mean, yes, he's certainly the aggressive type. I'm sorry he ...."

"Of course, he's very attractive, and extremely masculine, but his arrogance is too much. He thinks the world owes him, and .... and .... and well, he thinks he can just help himself to whomever or whatever he wishes."

"Okay, Claire. Thank you for letting me know. I will meet with Jerry this morning, and I can assure you I'll get to the bottom of this. And thank you, thank you for taking Jerry's class for him. That was very considerate." We stood up and I ushered her out of the office. "And we'll do something about that Bob character."

I had no idea what was going on, but, in truth, I had no doubt that Buffalo Bob was involved in some way. It seems he has taken over Jerry's life

I called Jerry and left a message on his phone that I need to see him right after my next class.

He was standing outside my office door when I got back from my `European Artisans' class.

""Hello Professor" he said cheerly with a big smile on his face as I unlocked the door. I don't know what he was smiling about because this was serious business, and he had to know what I called him about.

"Before we even start, professor, I've got to apologize" he said. "I know missing my class yesterday was unforgivable, but I do have an explanation for it. Have you talked to Bob today, Buffalo Bob?"

"No, I haven't, Jerry. But listen, this is serious business. You could be fired for this."

"I know, I know, I know, but you have to talk to Bob. He said he would talk to you and straighten everything out."

"What's this got to do with Bob? You are the one who missed his class."

"You know better than that, professor. You know Bob. And you know that this has everything to do with him." He chuckled as he said this, but he was correct. There was no doubt in my mind that this somehow had Bob in the picture.

"So, are you going to explain yourself?"

"I would rather it would come from Bob, but I can get started" he said. "You know Bob has moved in with Rick and me, and you can probably imagine that he has a very active sex life." He laughed at this, and I almost did too. Yes, I could imagine Bob having an active sex life. "I never knew there were so many attractive guys around until Bob moved in. There's constant action, a constant flow of guys coming, `cumming', that is, and going all the time. Pun intended." He laughed again.

"Jerry, this is serious. This is not a laughing matter. There's nothing funny about you missing a class. I might have to put letter of reprimand in your file. You could be put on probation."

"Hold on professor. Don't jump to conclusions. Hear me out. And hear Bob out."

"What happened yesterday was that they came in very late, I was already asleep. It was Bob and some weightlifter/wrestler type, a big guy named Ralph and two twinks; cute little teenagers: Steve and Nester."

This is when the door burst open, and Buffalo Bob walked in.

to be continued

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