Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 03:30:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Trainer, Bobby  - Chapter 15

As we walked past the man, Bobby said, "You have a great ass, Davey, and
you use it well."  He opened the door and we exited.  I was crimson with
embarrassment and shame.  But my cock jerked in my towel, telling me it
liked it.

Fuck, I was messed up!

Bobby walked out of the steam room and to the locker room.  He stopped in
front of our lockers and sat down.  I sat down next to him.  I was very
nervous again, and my heart began to pound.  I knew that I wasn't going to
enjoy whatever he had in mind.  And I could seem to tell from his demeanor
that something was coming.

"Take off your towel," Bobby instructed, in a very no nonsense tone of
voice.  I rose up and removed my towel. My stomach tightening as I realized
I was going to be naked and hard and sitting in the locker room.  My cock
twitched as I sat there.  Bobby looked over at me, right in the eyes.  "Put
back on your running shorts."  I did eagerly.  Rushing to cover myself.

I sat back after I had accomplished that, not worrying about the sweat
soaked shorts I had on.  "Now stand up."  I did as he asked.  "Now take out
your cock and jerk off."  My eyes got big, but I didn't say anything, I let
him finished speaking, "and when you cum, I want you to cum in your shorts.
I want to see the cum pulsing through the front of your shorts."

I knew it was not going to take long.  I had been so close in the steam
room and now here exposed in the locker room, my cock was throbbing and
leaking as I freed it from the shorts.  I stood and faced the lockers and
without looking around began pumping furiously on my cock.

Sure enough in just moments, I could tell it was close.  I maneuvered my
cock head around until it was back inside my shorts and I continued to fist
my cock in a blur of motion.  I sucked in breath and tensed my body as that
point of no return was reached and I started shooting.  I could feel every
pulse as the back pressure of shooting through the shorts returned.

I stroked 6 or 7 times and continued to milk it for everything.  I wanted
the total release, the total pleasure, it had been building for a long time
and I wanted to relish it.  Finally, the fog of lust cleared and I realized
where I was and blushed.  I pulled my hand out of my shorts and let the top
snap closed.  I was sweating profusely, both from the heat of the steam
room and the heat of the sexual passion that had overwhelmed me.

I looked down at the front of me and white cum was dripping off the front
of my shorts.  I moved to wipe it away and Bobby said, "No!"

I looked at him.  He took his right index finger and wiped up a string of
cum.  He looked up and me, "Bend down here," he instructed.  I bent down
towards him and he wiped the cum across my cheeks.  Then he scooped some
more and smeared in across my chest.  I could smell that unique bleachy
smell invading my nostrils.  He wiped up a large gob of it and reached up
and wiped it in my hair.  He wiped up the last big splotch and held it up
to my mouth.

I eagerly licked it clean.  When I looked up from that, a guy walked into
our row of lockers.  I went red and heat rushed up by body.  I stood up and
he just continued to look at me, up and down.  Then he made a look of
disgust and walked to the end of the row and started changing.  He looked
back at me, once.

I thought I would lose it right there.  Bobby pushed down on my shoulders
then and I realized he was standing.  I looked straight ahead and saw his
cum covered cock.  I looked up at him and he quietly said, "Clean it off."

I knew tears rolled down my eyes, but I closed them and leaned in and
sucked the length of his cock getting it all in one quick motion.  When I
finished the quick swish of his dick, he patted my head and said in his
normal voice, "Good boy."

I was beyond humiliated; I had no clue what to do.  He had given me an out
and I had not taken it.  What did this mean?  What was to become of me?

He slipped into his running shorts and then put on his shoes.  He told me
to put on my shoes and I did so, as if I was a robot.  I was lost again in
a daze.  This time, it seemed to be a daze of remorse, of despair, of
hopelessness.

When I finished, he stood and pulled up on my arm.  He left the gym and I
followed.  I followed a couple steps behind him as he had requested.  I was
still in that daze, thinking my life was shit now and I was going to live a
life of crap and piss.  It was going to be hell.  I had been seen with cum
all over myself in the gym.  That woke me up a bit and I realized that I
was walking across campus in the same cum covered shorts, with cum smeared
over my body.  I blushed again and hurried up behind Bobby.

When we got to the dorm, I really tried not to make eye contact with any of
the guys in my dorm.  I know I was blushing again as I tried to get to my
room, without being seen, because I could feel the heat of it all over my
body.  It felt like I had a bad sunburn.  I could feel the heat emanating
from my body.

Once in the room, I felt tears on my face again, as I got out of my shorts,
even before the door closed.  I stood in the room shaking with shame and
humiliation, but my fucking cock! Was hard as a rock!  I thought the only
way I was going to be able to live with myself now was to cut it off!  I
was so fucking messed up.  Bobby stripped off his shorts and went in and
started the shower, leaving me in my room alone.

I stood for a bit and then sat down on the chair, shoulders slumped and
feeling very low.  I thought through the whole thing and realized I had
been at this point several times.  I remembered writing about them that
morning.  So why was I in the same quandary?

I had told Bobby several times that I did enjoy the sex - the fucking,
sucking, etc. - and I did get off on him telling me what to do, and I did
get hard and cum harder than I had ever done before when he made me do
things, when he humiliated me and debased me and embarrassed me.  The
doctor had even said, that some people are that type of people and that it
didn't make them bad or low or anything.  It was just the way they were
wired.

But having people know - Tony, Michelle, my professor, the doctor, the guys
at the gym, the people on the running path - shit the list just kept
getting longer!  That really got to me.  It made me feel sick in the pit of
my stomach.  But my fucking cock was twitching at the thought of it.  I
slapped it in frustration and gasped at the ache it caused in my nuts.

Tomorrow, I was supposed to meet with the doctor again at his home, maybe I
could talk to him some more about this.  I was not so depressed by the time
that Bobby came out of the bathroom.  He was naked and dry.  I felt my
fucking mouth salivate, as I looked his body up and down.  I was fucking
craving his body!

He saw the look on my face and just stopped and stood there and looked at
me.  He watched me scan his body. He was so beautiful, that drift of hair
across his pecs, that treasure trail, as I understood it was called, that
lead down to that - wow - beautiful, delicious, wonderful cock.  Oh, Fuck!
I was so messed up and this just fucked with my head more.  He turned
around and I saw the muscles in his back move and his ass clinch, and this
legs - Wow.  I was really hooked on him.

My cock was dripping and I must have licked my lips when he turned back
around because he said, "Not now.  I don't want you late for your class."
I looked at the clock and realized I had just barely enough time to get
there.  I looked at Bobby as he dressed again in my clothes.  I looked at
my dripping cock.

Once he was dressed in shorts, a polo shirt with one of my necklaces around
his neck, he walked over to the desk.  He opened the drawer and took out a
roll of duct tape.  I started in wonderment, as he ripped off a piece about
10 inches long; even more so as he walked towards me.

He bent, wiping my cock with one of my t-shirts, pushed against my stomach
and applied the tape to it, perpendicular to it.  He held it in place and I
relished the feel of his hand on my cock, as he tore another piece from the
roll.  He applied it and several more until he had taped my cock to my
abdomen.  My ball sack was the only thing loose.

The must have had the same thought, because he took another piece and
wrapped it around the top of my sack, pushing my nuts down to the bottom of
the sack.  He tightened very tight around it, stretching my nuts to the max
and causing an ache in my stomach.

When he finished he stepped back and said, "That ought to keep it out of
trouble until this afternoon."  I blushed again - fucking blushing!  "Right
after your next class, you are free and I want you back here within 20
minutes of it ending.  You have some work to do and I do not want you to be
late."  He handed me a pair of briefs, they had to be his, I didn't
recognize them, to put on.  My cock leaped or tried to, as I thought of
putting on something that had been in such close proximity to his cock and
balls.  I looked down as I pulled them on as saw my cock was oozing.  When
I got them up, 3 or 4 inches of duct tape and my cock were visible above
the waistband.  I hadn't worn underwear in days.

He handed me a pair of his shorts and a polo shirt of his.  I was wearing
his clothes!  I had worn that guys gym clothes and that had been a turn on,
knowing my cock and balls where in the same place that another guy's had
been, but these were Bobby's!  My cock tried to jerk again at that thought.

I slipped on shoes and grabbed my backpack and headed off to class.  I
arrived just as Professor Welsh was starting.  I rushed in and sat in the
back row as far as possible from other people.  I realized on the way over
that I had not bathed, I stunk of sweat and cum and I don't know what else.
That made me think that I still had cum on my face and in my hair.

As I sat, I realized something else; it was damned uncomfortable sitting
when your cock is duct tapped to your stomach.  I was trying to get
adjusted in my seat, lick my hand and trying to wipe cum off of my face
when Professor Welsh said, "Mr. Sullivan!"

I looked up at him and flushed with embarrassment.  All eyes were on me.  I
was imagining them seeing the cum on my face, my taped down cock, the cum
in my hair, everything.  "Yes, Sir?"

"Mr. Sullivan, if you cannot sit still in class, then I will send you to my
office to wait for me there!  Do I make myself clear?"  He sounded very
annoyed.

"Yes, Sir!"  I answered as I would have answered Bobby and some of the
girls in the class giggled at my crisp reply; causing me to turn a couple
shades darker of red, I am sure.

He started back to his lecture and I struggled to sit still, but there was
not a position that was comfortable.  I slid down in my seat and that only
helped if I was almost falling out it.  I tried to sit back up and had
difficulty getting my cock to bend to sit up straight again.

"Mr. Sullivan!  Please gather your things and go to my office and wait for
me there!"  I was so humiliated!  I couldn't bear to look at anyone as I
gathered my stuff, put it in my backpack and headed down the steps and over
to his office door.  I went in with my head bowed in shame and closed the
door.  I was going to lose it again!  Fuck me!  I was in such trouble.

I think I sobbed, when I heard, "Is there something wrong?"  I turned to
look, feeling the rush of embarrassment rush over me again.  It was
O'brien, sitting at the Professor's desk.  I couldn't fucking believe this!
Oh shit!  What was I going to do now?

I started out mumbling and he told me to speak up, so I started again.
"Professor Welch, asked me to wait in here, until class was over."  I
swallowed and looked at the floor, feeling the heat rising from my skin
again.

"Aren't you enrolled in that class?  The one that is going on right now?"

"Yes, Ssss," I stopped, I didn't need to call him sir.

"So why are you in here?"  He put down the newspaper he was reading and
walked over to stand next to me.

I found it more difficult to talk to him, with him so close to me.  "I was,
ah, having, ah, trouble sitting still."  Heat washed over me again.

"Didn't I hear him say something similar yesterday?"

"Yes," I said, still looking at the floor.

"Well, wasn't that because some guy had tied your privates all up in
twine?"

Shame swept over me again, but my cock tried to twitch again at the memory
of that.  "Yes," I answered again, not taking my eyes off of the floor in
front of me.

"Well, did he do it again?  And why would you let some guy do that to you?"
He had moved even closer to me and was lowering his head so he could look
me in the face.

"No.  Yes.  I don't know."  I was going to lose it again.  I could feel the
emotion building in me.

"No, what and yes, what?  And what don't you know?"  He took hold of my
chin and raised my head, "Here now, look at me!"

I raised my eyes and looked at him, tears welling up in my eyes.  I
stuttered and sobbed through my answer.  "No, I am not tied up, but yes, I
am sort of bound.  And I let him do it because...," I stopped and looked at
him, I wanted to see his reaction to what I had said so far.  He just had a
quizzical look on his face, not a repulsed look.  "because I like it," I
whispered out.

He didn't get all judgmental on me.  He said, "Here now, let me see what he
has done."  He started pulling up my polo shirt (Bobby's polo shirt) and he
gasped as he saw the head of my cock sticking out of the duct tape.  "Man!
That has got to hurt like something fierce!"

He was not helping the situation, I was only getting more embarrassed.  I
pushed the shirt down and noticed a wet spot on the front of the shirt.
The precum from my cock had wicked out onto my shirt!  Shit, I was really
fucked now.  He would be able to tell that this was turning me on.

"Hey, it's okay."  He looked me intently in the eyes.  (What was with
everyone having to look me in the eyes!)  I saw his eyes switch back and
forth between looking at one eye and then the other.  There is no doubt he
saw my eyes welling up.

"It's okay."  He paused and then said softly, "Beause, you know, I sort of
like that too?"  Did he just say what I thought he said?  I look at him in
wonder.  "Yes, I do."

"What?"  I was still in shock, that he said that.

"Look, I don't go around telling people this, okay!"  He paused, then said,
"I only told you, because it looks like you are kind of into the same
thing."  He actually blushed.

"Like what?" I asked, totally fascinated.

"This guy, he makes me wear a diaper, sometimes under my regular clothes.
He makes me drink piss from a baby bottle.  He comes over and changes me
and powders my bottom.  Sometimes he spanks me, because I have been bad."
He was blushing as he said it, but he could say it.  I was still awe struck
by his confession.

"And this turns you on?"

"Yes," a blush, "I get so hard and when he lets me cum, I shoot huge loads.
He tells me when I can cum."

I thought of something, but hesitated to ask, but then did, since he was
being so open, "Does he ever make you do anything else?  You know, sexual?"
I was blushing again.

It was his turn to turn crimson again, "He has had me suck him and he has
fucked me," he said softly.

"And did you like that, too?"  I had to know.

"Yes," he said and was quite for a bit.  "It feels so amazing!"

"And you are not afraid to tell someone this?"

"Well, look asshole!  I don't go telling everyone I meet about this!  I am
only telling you, because you look to be in a similar situation."  He got
huffy about that one.

"Okay!  I, ah, just have a difficult time telling anyone about what the guy
does to me.  I feel so ashamed and humiliated."  I was really trying not to
lose it.

That got him to calm down.  "I know exactly what you mean."  He sat down in
the chair opposite where I was standing.

"I really understand.  It took me a bit to understand that this is the way
I am and that I like it and that I can live with myself this way.  I don't
tell everyone.  In fact, only a couple of people know this about me."  He
stopped and looked at me.  "The guy that I do this with is very
understanding.  Now don't get me wrong, he is very demanding and very
authoritative, and punishes me if I do wrong.  But it turns me on something
fierce."

All this talk only made my cock try to jerk more and swell.  I know I was
leaking again.

His words gave me courage to speak as well.  "Yes!  It feels so bad and
ugly, but then it feels so good.  He humiliates me and makes me do things
that I think are so low and terrible, but I get so turned on by it.  My
cock stays hard all the time thinking about what he has done and what I
have been made to do.  I want to please him so bad.  And I think he likes
me.  He has even kissed me.  But when I am confronted with what I have
done, or confronted by a stranger seeing me do things, or having to do
something so debased, I feel dirty and horrible about myself.

"I want to be able to say, that I enjoy it and want to do more.  But it is
so difficult to make that statement to someone other than him."  I felt
emotion overwhelm me again.  "You can't believe how relieved I am to be
able to talk to you about this."

He stood up then and hugged me.  "It is okay to feel that way.  But is also
okay to feel like you want it and need it and be able to tell someone that.
There are lots of people who like this kind of stuff."

I took hold of his shoulders and pushed him back and looked at him in the
face and said, "Really?"

"Hell yes.  The internet if full of guys who like to be dominated.  There
are ads everywhere for guys looking for someone to train them, dominated
them, humiliated them.  They crave it."

He moved back from me.  "Now let's see what he has done to you."  He once
again lifted the polo shirt.  "Here, hold this up."  I took hold of the
shirt and held it up, blushing as he looked at my drooling tool.  I felt
him fumble with the buttons on my shorts and then the zipper.  He unzipped
my pants and let them drop and then without asking pulled down my briefs
(Bobby's briefs - my cock tried to twitch again at that thought).

I started to say something, but he said, "It's okay."  He looked at my
trapped cock and then ran his hand up and down the length of my cock making
me moan.

"Nice cock.  But that has got to be uncomfortable and your balls.  Shit,
that must hurt!"  He looked up to my face and I nodded, flushing red again.

"But obviously, it is turning you on as well, right?"  He looked up at me.

"Yes," I said, getting redder.

"And I bet it is a turn on to have someone else see it, even if it is a bit
humiliating?"  He studied my face.

I could only nod, not trusting my voice just then.

"Yes, I can tell you cock is dripping something fierce."  He studied my
cock a bit, and then said, "And I bet he told you that you couldn't get off
until he said so?"

I nodded again.

"Since you asked me, I am going to ask you, has you ever sucked him or been
fucked by him?"

I thought my vision even turned red at that point, but I nodded again.

"And did you like it?"  He looked at me and then said, "No, don't nod, tell
me.  It is okay.  I really do understand."

"Yes," I managed, totally embarrassed and humiliated.

"It's okay.  I like it as well.  I sort of feel empty, when he is not
inside me."

"Yes!"  I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"And, as difficult as it is to admit it, I really enjoy taking his cum and
eating it."  He went deep purple then.

"Yes!"  I forcefully agreed again.  And then asked, "And do you like his
piss as well?"

It was his turn to look down, "Yes, I do."

My heart and mind were running 90 miles an hour.  Here was someone who felt
the same way I did and he was talking about it.

"What else?"  I asked.  I wanted to know everything.

"He has shaved me," he looked up at me, "I mean everywhere.  I only have
hair on my head."

"Me too!"

"He has had me get naked in parking lots, jack off in the car while driving
around, dressed me up in pajamas with feet in them and put me to bed with a
big glass of piss and then 2 huge glasses of water and told me I am not to
leave the bed until he comes over.

"I ended up wetting the bed.  When he came over, he spanked me with a
paddle for being bad.  He made me lay naked over his lap as he spanked me
until I cried.  But my cock was so hard!"

"He even made me go into a public toilet stall, strip naked and then use
the toilet plunger there to fuck myself with.  All while he is sitting in
the stall next to me."

My cock and I were definitely turned on by these stories.  I then thought
of something.  "Hey, my name is Dave.  And I only know you as O'Brien."

"My name is Kevin.  But he calls me kevy boy."  He blushed again.

"My guy calls me davey!"

"You know all this talk has gotten me rather horny," Kevin admitted.

"Yes, I know and it is obvious with me!"  I looked down and saw fluid
leaking from the head of my cock.

"Do you, ah, mind if I, ah, free my cock here?"  He was blushing again.

"No, I mean you are seeing me nearly naked, so why not?"  I said, watching
avidly as he stood.  He unbuttoned his shirt and then undid his trousers
and let them drop.  His boxers were tented and had a wet spot; he hooked
his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down.  He cock sprang free and
I looked on in awe, seeing another shaved crotch.

His cock was not quite as long as mine, but it was thicker.  It was uncut,
and the cap of skin was tight against the head of it.  His hairless balls
hung down low and were the size of golf balls.

I stood for a moment staring at his cock.  I felt my mouth water and the
thought of tasting his cock.  Wondering what it tasted like and how it
compared to Bobby's.  He had no hair on his body at all. He was not well
muscled, but he wasn't overweight or anything.  Just looked like he didn't
work out a lot.  My eyes came back to his cock.

I wanted to reach out and touch it, but as my hand moved forward, I looked
up at Kevin's face.  He just nodded.  I continued then and wrapped my hand
around it.  It felt so thick in my hand and I loved the warmth that came
off of it.

I wanted to stroke it, to taste it, to do anything with it, when I heard,
"What is the world is going on in here?"  I went purple and turned to see
Professor Welsh standing in his office door, hand on the doorknob, looking
at us.  I saw some students walk by behind him, some craning their heads to
see what he was talking about.  I dropped my shirt and stammered.

He walked in then and closed the door.  He stood and looked back and forth
between us.  "Mr. O'Brien, what is the meaning of this?"  He looked at
Kevin very sternly.  "I walk into my own office and find two men naked,
hard and one has his hand around the other's cock!  And Mr. Sullivan here
is taped up, like a broken refrigerator."  He looked from Kevin to me and
back.  "What am I supposed to think about this?  And more importantly, what
am I to do about it."

We both just looked at each other and then the floor and didn't say
anything.

"I guess I will have to call the dean and report this."  He started walking
towards his phone.

We both said, "WAIT!" at the same time.  Kevin was trying to pull up his
boxers and pants.  I struggled to bend over to get mine as well.

"Why should I hesitate?"  He looked back at us and said, "And it will do
you no good to try and cover yourselves now.  I have seen what you were
doing.  And there will be no denying it."  He walked on to his desk and sat
in his chair.

"No, please, Professor Welsh," Kevin said, still trying to get his clothes
together.

"Yes, Professor Welsh, please."  I wanted to remind him what he had done
with me the day before, but really didn't want to bring it up in front of
Kevin.

With his hand on the phone he looked at us again.  "Give me a good reason
why I shouldn't call the dean and report this to him."

Kevin spoke up then.  He had gotten his boxers and pants up and was trying
to button his shirt.  "Please, don't.  I am your teaching assistant.  I
would be finished at the school.  If you don't call, I'll do whatever you
ask.  Just please don't call."  There was a pleading tone to his voice.

Professor Welsh looked at me.  I swallowed and said, "Yes, please don't
call the dean.  I wouldn't be able to stand the embarrassment and would
probably be kicked out of school as well. So please, anything else, but not
that."  I had managed to get my briefs up, so the shirt and the briefs now
covered my dick.  I was still trying to get the shorts up.

He seemed to consider it for a moment. "No, I can't condone this!"  He
picked up the phone.

I swallowed and said, "But Professor Welsh, what we did yesterday, didn't
that mean anything to you?"  Kevin looked at me with his mouth open.

"What are you trying to blackmail me, Mr. Sullivan?"  He spoke in a very
harsh manner.

"No, sir.  I just wanted to remind you about what we did and tell you that
if you needed me to do that again, I would."  I couldn't believe I was
saying this and it took a lot for me to say it.  And I knew I was crimson
again as I said it.  "Just please don't call the dean."

"You mean you would be willing to tell Mr. O'Brien what you did to me and
to do it again, if I asked, just so I wouldn't call the dean?"  He looked
at me intently then.

"Yes, Sir."  I said, just above a whisper.

"Tell Mr. O'Brien, what you did."  He said, looking from me to Kevin.

"I sucked his cock."  I said, not looking at either of them, while my body
pulsed with the heat of embarrassment.

Kevin didn't respond with any expression or comment.  He just looked back
at the Professor.

"And you would do that again, if I asked?"

"Yes," I managed to say.

"And Mr. O'Brien, would you do the same?"

"Ah, Yes," he said is a soft voice.

"Then what you gentlemen are saying is that no matter what I ask you to do,
you will do it?"  He looked from one to the other of us.

We both nodded our heads.

"Now that will not do.  I expect respect from the two of you.  When you
address me, you will not call me Professor Welsh, or by my given name of
Seth.  You will call me sir.  And you will answer all questions with sir
included in the answer.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir," we both said at the same time.

He took his hand away from the phone for the first time.  "Then I think you
both need to get undressed again."

We looked at each other and started to take off our shirts.

"NO!" he slapped the desk.  "You need to acknowledge these instructions."

"Yes, Sir," we said, again almost simultaneously.

"That's better.  And don't forget it.  I expect that you will be punished
for not following instructions.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

We started taking our clothes off again.  I was still awkward with the duct
tape holding my constantly oozing cock.  But soon we stood naked in front
of Professor Welsh, Seth, Sir - I didn't know how to think of him.

"I think I need a bit of security here," he said as he reached into his
desk drawer and pulled out a digital camera.  My guts twisted at the site
of that.  "Sullivan, get on your knees and take O'Brien's cock into your
mouth."

I went red again, as I awkwardly got to my knees.  I looked over at Kevin's
cock and wondered what it would be like to taste his cock, and feel his
foreskin.  I leaned forward and took the head in my mouth and he moaned.  I
tasted the head of his cock and was amazed how different it tasted from the
others I had tasted.  Each cock had it's own unique taste!  Then I was
struck with reality as I realized what was going on.

I saw the flash of the camera and knew that I was now imprisoned on his
camera.  "Okay, that's enough!  You are not going to get each other off."
He looked us both over. "Shaved crotches on both of you!" he marveled.
"How wonderfully perverse!" causing us both to blush.

"Now switch positions.  I want to get a shot of that tapped cock of his.  I
know you can't suck his cock, but at least lick the head of it.  Get some
of that precum that is leaking out."  I struggled to my feet, feeling the
adhesive on the duct tape pull at may skin as I stood.

Then Kevin got on his knees.  He looked me in the face, winked at me - like
telling me it was okay - and then moved his mouth over and licked the head
of my cock.  My whole body shivered at the pleasure that coursed through
it. The camera went off.  My strapped condition was now on the camera as
well.

"That should do it for now," he said as he put the camera back in the desk.

"Now come over here and bend over my desk."  He reached in his desk drawer
and pulled out an 18 inch ruler.  He slapped his hand with it. "I have an
appointment soon, but I think you need a bit of punishment for not
respecting me and for being caught doing what you were doing."

He looked at us and I realized after being around Bobby, what he was
looking for.  "Yes, Sir."  Then Kevin joined me as well.

We moved over to his desk.  It was difficult for me to bend that way, so I
ended up looking like I was doing push ups off the edge of his desk.

"Now count them off as you receive them and include Sir, which each count.
Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," in unison.

I did not know who was going to get the first one and he waited several
moments before, SWAT!  And I felt is across my ass.  "One, Sir."

The next one hit Kevin.  Then the next to Kevin as well.  He kept mixing
them up so we didn't know who would receive it next.  Each swat seemed
harder than the previous one.  It was getting more difficult to remain in
the position I was in.  And I knew I was close to crying but I wanted to
keep from it.  I was struggling with it, fighting it.

When he got to 10 for each of us he stopped.  "That will be enough for
today.  I expect to see both of you in my office on Monday, immediately
following class.  When you are in my office you will be stripped naked.
And that means even if someone else is in the office with me."  My gut
wrenched again.  "Do you understand."

"Yes, Sir," my voice trembled as I answered that.  I was so screwed!  Kevin
had acknowledge that as well.

"You can get dressed and leave.  I have an appointment I have to get to.
Please close the door, when you leave."  He had a tent in his trousers that
he adjusted while he walked to the door, I guess he was moving it up.

I almost forgot to say it, but then remembered, "Yes, Sir."

He turned at the office door, "And Sullivan, I know you have someone that
you are reporting to.  I want you to give him a detailed report of what
happened here.  Then on Monday, I want a detailed report of everything, and
I mean everything you did from this moment until we meet again.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Sir," my stomach flip flopped as I tried to think of Bobby's reaction
to this and mine at having to tell the Professor the kinds of things I did
with Bobby.

"O'Brien, do you have someone you have relations with?"

"Yes," he said blushing and then added, "Sir."

"Then you will do the same.  In fact, I want you to type it out for me.
And I want great detail on everything that happens between now and then."

"Yes, Sir."  We were both learning.  Mine was just being reinforced.  It
was what Bobby was training me to do as well.  Training - Fuck - Bobby was
my trainer.  He had started out training me in fitness, now he was training
me to be, what?  I didn't know.

Professor Welsh opened his office door and left leaving it open.  I rushed
over and closed it behind him, hoping that some student didn't decide to
walk by at that moment.

After I closed the door, I leaned back against it and then realized that
the frosted glass would still show my ass, if I was leaning against it.  I
moved away and over to my clothes.  I looked at Kevin; his cock was
dripping and still hard.  He turned and I saw his red ass, with welts
across it.  I turned mine towards him and showed him mine and looked at it
as best as I could and saw it was just as red and the welts were just as
prominent.

Then I suddenly realized that I was supposed to be right back to my dorm
room. Bobby was waiting for me!  Of Fuck!  I was in even deeper shit!
Would my life ever get back to normal, I wondered as I struggled to get
dressed quickly.  Fuck, what was going to be normal for me, anyway?


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