Associate Professor Nasser (Patreon)

"MmmmMMMMmmm"

There is something in my mouth that doesn't belong there as reality jolts into view. Nick and I was going to professor Nasser to see what we could do about our failed project. There is a sharp tug in my thighs as I attempt to reach my mouth with my hand. This is professor Nasser's office, isn't it? So we did arrive. I look down at my hands and see that they are bound together with a thick rope, and tied around my thighs. My feet too are bound together with the same type of rope. This is all wrong. Not just the rope but the body. It's not mine. It's much bigger, bulkier, and built than my freshman frame.

"MMMM!" someone says at my side. Some stranger is propped up in the sofa next to me, hands and feet tied in the same way. He's got a gag ball in his mouth, but apart from that and some briefs he is completely naked. "MMMmm!" I respond, just as much in surprise as in acknowledgment of his predicament. He looked to be 35 or something, twice my age, but in good shape. Big arms and pecs. Then I realize that the tattoos on the arms are Nick's.