Jon just finished the spring semester of his freshman year when he decided that it was time for him to finally get some action. In between studying, his part time job at the gym, and wrestling practices, he barely had time to sleep this last semester. He was also addicted to Resident Evil, but he often forgets that part when he blames his schedule for not having time to kick back and relax this spring.
But now it is summer, and Jon is ready to take out his frustration and anger on some slutty little submissive bitch prepared to beg for his cock like there is no tomorrow.
He arrives to New York City. It's 5pm on Thursday. He immediately gets hard as soon as he steps into the Grand Central. The first thought that pops into his head is: "Fuck, I should have worn briefs!"
He looks down and underneath his suit pants is a bulging cock sticking straight up, as if called at attention. The funny thing about Jon is that even thinking about things briefly can get him hard. This time, what is making him hard is remembering all the slutty high school boys that he fucked in his senior year during his and his friends Derek's weekend trips to the City to go clubbing. More than any other thing, he remembered his last hook up, a high school teacher from a Bronx high school, who he managed to seduce and fuck in the bathroom of this very train station despite the fact that Jon was at least 15 years younger (he didn't ask). The idea of dominating and humiliating an older guy was an incredible turn on for him. More than anything it was probably the fact that he made the Bronx teacher lick his own cum off the floor of a Grand Central men's room that was giving him a hard-on this afternoon.
"Fuck me! It's been too long," Jon says to himself as he steps across the platform, up the stairs and exists to catch a cab to Upper West Side.
The cab stops in front of a new Asian fusion noodle place where he is supposed to meet up friends for dinner. He feels sticky and dirty, as he didn't have time to shower after his workout back at home. He just put on his suit pants and a shirt and stuffed his gym clothes into this bag on top of the last of the things he was brining to his new summer apartment.
As soon as Jon enters the restaurant, Jake and Derek jumps on him but as Derek is about to give him a hug, he drops his bag and with a single swift move pushes Derek away, while grabbing him at the waste with his other hand.
"Calm down, boy, what's going on anyways?" Jon says.
"Nothing much, aren't you glad to see me?" Derek says.
"I am just pissed off at the world at the moment. Don't ask why. Lets just have a drink and some food," Jon responds, hoping that Derek will just drop the issue and stop pretending like a ridiculously obsessive high school ex-boyfriend-a role that Jon found out this year, Derek was born to play.
It is then than Jon sees Eric Meyson for the first time. Despite the fact that he is already sitting down, drinking beer and looking at the menu, Eric Meyson stands out from the crowd of about 80 people in this large restaurant. He is 34 and probably in the best shape of his life. You can immediately see there is something special about Eric Meyson too, as his face and his look project an image of a serious professional, probably an academic. He definitely stands out of the crowd as the most fit guy in the room, his pecks perfectly formed, pressing against his open thin blue dress shirt, and his forearms flexing as he holds up his beer bottle to take a sip. His hair is neatly cut and he has no visible hair anywhere on his face or down on the part of his chest that is peaking under the open shirt.
"Hmmm, I wonder whether he shaves it all off," is the first thing that Jon thinks to himself.
"Jon, Eric Meyson here is joining us for dinner, I hope that's ok." Derek says. "He teaches at NYU law school, and I promised my sister that I will get an inside scoop from him on the admissions this year...you know Catherine is applying to law school, right?"
Half an hour later, the food arrives. Derek is out on the phone trying to get in touch with a guy that constantly stands him up, and Jake gets up and leaves for the bathroom to wash his hands. At that moment, Jon slips his hand under the table and reaches over to Eric Meyson. Looking him straight in the eye, he grabs the wrist that Eric Meyson was resting against his knee and twists it, causing Eric Meyson to let out a faint scream. The people at the next table turn around, and Jon just raises his wine glass with his free left hand and smiles at them. They turn back. "Listen, Prof, I am going to teach you a lesson tonight," Jon says, twisting his arm further. "I am going to rape your fucking ass, and you are going to be quiet and do whatever I ask you....And if you don't, I am going to become your worst nightmare, making you my personal cum slave for the rest of your miserable life."
Eric Mayson is confused. He wants to protest, but the idea of a hot buff freshman wrestler, pressing against his naked ass, sticking his thick cock inside him, abusing his hole....it all makes him instantly hard. He looks straight into Jon's eyes and says: "What do you want?"
"Ok, this is what you are going to do. You are going to get up, wait in front of the bathroom for Jake to exist, and then go into the bathroom close the door but do not lock it under any circumstances. I want you to strip down to nothing except your socks and lie face down on the floor. Get up! Now!" Jon says in a quiet but firm and serious tone.
Eric hesitates, but then Jon places his other hand under the table cloth and grabs Eric's balls. "Do you want this or not?" Jon says, feeling Eric's cock start to get hard. "Get up, now!"
Minutes later, once Jake and Derek are back at the table, Jon excuses himself and goes into the bathroom. He walks and sees Eric looking like a worthless slave law professor stripped down to his socks on the bathroom floor. Jon takes off his shoes and stuffs his socked foot into Eric's mouth. "Shhh...." Jon whispers.
Eric feels helpless and worthless, but he can feel his dick getting hard against the dirty, cold white bathroom tiles. Jon takes of Eric's right sock and used it to gag he professor lying down on the floor. He then takes off his own right sock and spits down onto Eric's ass. Jon kneels down, spreads Eric's cheeks and spits again straight onto his hole. He then pushes his big right toe into Eric's hole sliding it in lubed by his spit. Eric lets out a scream, and Jon starts to push in two of his toes, spreading them out to open up Eric's greedy slave hole.
At that moment, an older man opens the door of the bathroom and looks down at Eric. Eric looks up and recognizes him from a conference he attended last year. He closes his eyes as if that would hide him from the humiliation. "Can I help you, grandpa," screams out Jon impatiently and raises his eyebrows. At the same time, he pushes his toes deeper into Eric's hole, making him go red with pain and pleasure of having his whole stretched by a horny buff freshman wrestler's foot. The intruder turns around without saying a word and disappears.
"Ok, time to get up you worthless piece of crap," says Jon, pulling Eric up. He orders him to put on his dirty gym clothes instead of Eric's own cloths and in less than five minutes, the two are already out in the back of the restaurant, exiting the alleyway and catching a cab.
"NYU Law School," Jon says. "Wherever the fuck that is...somewhere downtown." Eric, still gagged with his own sock says nothing as Jon is holding his wrist.
"You are going to take me to the largest classroom in your law school." Jon says and 20 minutes later the two find themselves in a large auditorium. Jon drags Eric all the way to the back, opens up the small media room that is separated by a glass wall from the lecture room and pushes Eric against the glass. He pulls off his pants and shirt and shoves his spit-lubed cock inside Eric's hole.
Eric finds himself screaming, but he is gagged. He feels his hands are being held back. He feels all of a sudden excited about the idea of letting Jon have his way with him. Of using him like a cum bag. At that moment, lights go on and a group of prospective law school students, led by a host who was obviously an advanced student judging by their confidence, walks into the classroom. At first they don't notice at all what was going on at the top, in the media room. But Eric sees them and faced against the glass, his balls and cock pressing against the window, he feels powerless in his own classroom for the first time. There is he, the youngest tenured professor of law in the history of the NYU Law School and the most sought-after gay bachelor in town being fucked bare and rough by some freshman wrestler. He feels he is being used, is enjoying it.
Jon then pulls out his cock and pulls back up his suit pants. He zips up his fly and grabs a wooden cue stick that only a few old-school professors still use as a pointer instead of a laser one. He then breaks it in two against the table. As soon as the stick breaks, the group of about 20 students looks up and saw Professor Eric Mayson, butt-naked, balls-to-the-glass, gagged with his own sock. Stepping forward, Jon swings the stick and hits the professor hard against his back. He does it again, and again and again. Humiliated and lost, Professor Eric Mayson starts to cry, but his tiny dick sticks up, leaking with precum against the window.
While the crowed of students downstairs giggles, some prospective students call friends on the phone and others start snapping pictures with their camera phones. "You know this is being posted tonight on YouTube, or at least on Xtube if they censor it," Jon said, swinging for the fifth time and hitting the professor on his naked ass this time.
Humiliated and broken in, Eric Mayson falls down to the ground on his knees. But he also feels more turned on than ever before. He looks up at Jon's hard cock under this pants, his neatly tucked in shirt and his chest hair sticking out of his shirt. He starts to stroke his cock and after only five movements he feels a burst of cum shoot through his balls and out of his tiny cock. Jon kneels down and puts out a hand, grasping Eric's head. He lets Eric's cum squirt into his right fist, then he pushes Eric on the floor, pulls out the dirty, now wet sock out of his mouth, and stuffs his cum into his mouth. Jon then gags the professor again and walks out of the media room, down the stairs, past the students, and out of the building.
Humiliated, Professor Eric Mayson grabs a pair of the smelly Jon's shorts that he made him wear from the restaurant, puts them on, and flees through the back exit from the auditorium, which he luckily knew well after teaching his ConLaw class there before.
The entire summer Eric would play the encounter over and over in his head, cuming uncontrollably at the thought of an angry freshman wrestler deciding to teach him a lesson, brining him own to the ground and show him how submissive he really wishes to be. As for Jon, at first he would not contact or see Eric again that summer. He would focus on other boys to break in and humiliate. But once Catherine got into NYU Law School, Jon would start making regular trips to New York to teach Professor Eric Mayson lessons on how worthless of a slave he really likes to be.