As I was angrily trying to crush his cock with my "sphincter muscle," I had a strange sensation of pleasure! Now what the hell was happening to me? I released and he drove into me again, only this time with less discomfort. Almost involuntarily, I fell into responding with a rhythm as his big dick pushed in and out of me, as I responded by squeezing my asshole tightly around it, the pleasure mounted. All of the rage and defenses I had built up against Prof. Hutchinson started to vanish and my utter frustrataion and humiliation over being held captive and raped seemed to evaporate along with them. The intensity of the sensation I was experiencing - an entirely new combination of pain, pleasure and lust - swept over me and pushed everything else out of my mind. If I hadn't been gagged, I'd have been moaning in pleasure by this point.
The man pounding into me had also dropped his taunting captor persona and instead had a vacant expression of sheer pleasure in his eyes as he thrust into me over, and over, and over...
However long my first butt-fucking lasted, I could not say for after that I lapsed into a suspended state of pleasure that ended a some later point as I felt his cock explode inside of me, nearly simultaneously my own orgasm came - shooting cum all over by bare chest.
Hutchinson immediately slid to the side and leaned over to unfasten my ankles and helped me to drop into a more comfortable position. He crawled tenderly on top of me and began to lick my cum off of my chest. When he finished he lay down beside me on the futon, gently stroking and massaging my body with his hand. I was utterly exhausted and spent; I may have even fallen asleep. I can't remember for sure.
"Bryan? Are you ready now to give me the answer I've been waiting to hear?" and he gently unfastened the straps on the gagging device and removed it from my mouth.
"Well?"
"Yes sir, professor."
Epilogue:
I awoke in my own bed sometime much later. Was it morning? evening? I blearily gazed around the familiar surroundings of my dorm room, as I gradually came to.
What the hell had happened? Had I just had some incredibly real, intense nightmare? dream? Since when have I ever dreamed about gay sex?! And yet here I was, in my own bed, in my own clothes! Had I gotten drunk, passed out and dreamed the whole thing?! How sick and twisted is that to have a long erotic dream about my own professor? My mind still felt too clouded to figure it out. I tried moving my hands and feet, expecting to be tied up. The dream had been so real! Shit! What was happening to me. As I started to remember what I'd dreamed, I felt a familiar stirring in my cock - which felt strangely sore. As the vivid dream came back to me, I found myself wondering, wow, is it possible that gays really have that intense of sex?
As I gradually came to, I absentmindedly reached down to begin to stroke my morning erection as I tried to process the strange dream I'd had.
What the hell? There was something weird going on down there! I quickly sat up in bed and flipped on the light and looked down. And in that moment, I knew that my life was changed forver.
Lying against my erect organ was some folded paper, held in place by a leather band, like the one I'd dreamed...like I'd seen...wrapped around Professor Hutchinson's cock and balls! Thunderstruck I seized the papers and opened them. The first one was a carbon copy of a change of grade report form - to the Registrar, signed by Prof. Hutchinson, changing my midterm grade from an F to an A. The second was a note:
"Thank you for a most pleasurable and memorable evening Mr. Thompson, I found your extra credit assignment to be exceedingly well done. All of the photographs you were concerned about are tucked into your top drawer. Do not remove the leather band, you are to keep it in place until you come and visit me again, as I know undoubtedly that you soon shall. Sincerely yours, Professor Hutchinson"