The Professor's Predicament (Patreon)

Today's short story is a special one for multiple reasons- it has so many of my favorite elements in it, and for all VIP members, there are curated videos of an extremely sexy man that go along with the story in the private Discord server. 

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“Professor?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

Turning around, I felt the blood rush to my face as my body grew stiff. I was hosting office hours now, and I’d been expecting anyone but him. As he locked the door behind me, I stood up to greet him.

“Professor, we need to talk, I-”

“I am so sorry!”

“Do not cut me off!” There was a powerful timbre in his voice that halted me in my tracks even though I was over a decade his senior. Staying quiet, I let him continue. “Last week, you accused me of cheating and submitted a complaint to the Dean of Student Affairs. I received a grade of 0, and I don’t think that’s fair at all with no tangible proof.”

I tried to speak again, but thought better of it. I knew that the writing was far above his level of knowledge, and that’s all the proof I needed.

“When you reported me, did you glance at the name of the building as you walked in?”

“Are you taking about the Field building?”

“Yes, and do you know what my mother’s maiden name happens to be?”

“Oh fuck…”

“Oh fuck indeed, Professor Tyler.” Stepping forward, he placed his fingers below my chin, forcing my head up to look eye to eye with him. “I think you’ll be saying that word quite a few times during this interaction.”

Stepping back, he pulled a case out of his bag and began putting together some apparatus. As legs unfolded, my worry receded a little bit when I realized that it was just a camera tripod, but then my heart quickened again as I thought through what he’d possibly need to record. A confession that I’d made a mistake? A verbal apology?

In reality, it would be worse.

“Take off your coat, professor. Make yourself more comfortable.”

“I’m actually okay as it is now.”

“I won’t ask you again- take off your coat.”

He shouldn’t have had power over me, but I knew that I was at his disposal. I was one year away from reaching tenure, and a call from his family could take all of that away from me. Taking off my jacket, I draped it across the chair behind me.

“Now, take off your shirt.”

“Listen, Trey, I think we can fix this. I can still change your grade!”

He said nothing, just allowing a devilish smirk to slowly spread across his face.

“Oh professor, I’m not worried about the grade. One call is all I need to have whatever grade I want, in whatever class I want.” Taking a seat on the chair beside him, he just crossed his legs and got comfortable. “I’m doing this to demonstrate who has the power in this relationship. I’m sure you think it’s you with those degrees on the wall over there, but you are mistaken. I am the one with all of the power.”

He was toying with me, and there was nothing that I could do about it. I was at his beck and call, and it was all recorded for anyone to view if I tried to fight back. So, I didn’t fight- I brought my hands up to my collar and slowly began to unbutton my shirt and reveal my chest to him. As each button was pulled open, I lost more and more authority in this office until I was standing there half naked.

I carefully hung my shirt on the chair to not wrinkle because I unfortunately realized that I had no idea how long it would be until I would be getting dressed again. He might actually let me stop here, but I couldn’t think about that too much. Luckily, I wouldn’t need to focus on that because that hope was about to be dashed.

“That’s a very nice belt you have there, professor.”

“My- my husband got it for me.”

“Take off those pants so that I can see it better.”

“I could actually just take off my belt and leave my pants off if that’s okay.”

There was that smile again.

“It’s not okay- strip.”

Blushing a deeper shade of crimson, I kept revealing more of myself, degrading myself for this student. This privileged man who’d never been told no in his life. As I pulled the belt open, I said a silent prayer that I’d worn nice underwear today- as if for some reason that would make this situation less embarrassing.

Finally sliding my pants down, I couldn’t even look down to see what I was left with, but he soon told me.

“I wasn’t expecting such a skimpy pair of underwear, Mr. Tyler.” Fuck… “Those little white briefs of yours are barely hiding anything.” Don’t say it- don’t say it! “There’s really no point in you even keeping them on, is there?” Shaking my head, I tried to plead with him, but no words were forming. There was nothing to say, nothing to do to stop this from happening. Bouncing from one foot to another, I tried to think of some plan to get out of this, but there was only his next order.

“Take those off and let me see you completely and utterly exposed in front of me.”

There it was- the death knell. Looking over at the camera, I saw nothing but my own body reflected in the lens. I was proud of how I looked- proud of the sideways glances that I received as I wrote on the chalkboard in the lecture hall, but I didn’t like this attention.

Turning around to try and get a break from his stare, I slowly began sliding my briefs down. The air conditioning seemed to be turned up this afternoon as the chilled air flowed across my exposed ass. Soon, everything was exposed as I stepped out of my briefs and kicked them away from me.

Facing him again, I stood there with my hands clamped over my crotch, and I saw that he’d adopted a similar position. He’d been so stoic throughout this whole interaction until now as his hand slowly massaged the growing bulge in his pants. I couldn’t look at that for fear of what response it would prompt in me, but I also couldn’t make myself look away. Finally forcing myself to, I looked up to see that smirk as he realized what I’d been thinking.

“Professor, move those hands and let’s see what you have there.”

My brain was yelling at every nerve in my body to stop moving, but it didn’t work. Dropping my hands, I let my cock flop into view, and Trey reacted accordingly by sucking in a breath of air before composing himself again.

“Play with yourself, professor.”

“Trey, listen-”

“Do it!”

Not wishing to test him more, I began to stroke my shaft a bit, letting him see it bounce in front of his hungry eyes. I tried to keep myself from getting hard, but that was an almost insurmountable task as I couldn’t look away from his stares. Covering myself again, I was surprised that he let me, but he clearly had something to say.

“Professor, I’m surprised that you never asked about my mother’s family. Don’t you want to know about who’s controlling you?”

“I know that they must have money, enough money to persuade any dean to sack me.”

“You would be incorrect about that.”

“What?”

“My mother’s last name isn’t even Field- it’s Williams. She has nothing to do with this university, and I’m here on scholarship.”

“Wait, so- Trey, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that the only influence I have over you is this recording. I lied every second of this interaction.” Standing up, he walked towards me as I frantically reached for my clothes and tried to back away from him, but it was of no use.

Reaching forward to grab my chin again, he planted a kiss against my lips, darting his tongue inside to wrap around mine before pulling away.

“I expect that grade to be changed by tomorrow, or this video will unfortunately be shared. Have a great night professor, and I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

Before I had a chance to process one single thing that had just happened, Trey had deposited his camera back in his bag, unlocked the door, and stepped into the hallway. The door was still wide open, and I lunged forward to close it before yet another person saw me naked here tonight.

Quickly getting dressed, I couldn’t how easily I’d underestimated him. I’d assumed that he wasn’t smart enough to write that paper, but with this stunt, I began to question myself. Changing my grade now before he came back, I just sat there in my chair processing it all. I desperately wanted to get home, but I couldn’t leave yet- not with my cock still rock-hard and pressing against the thin material of my pants…